I'm shy to this, but can you write a gachiakuta fluff(can be fanfic or headcanons, and any character(even the jester) or organization!) about a TransFemale!Reader between social pre-transition and pos-transition? Preferably that she already knows the character before transition, Pretty please with ice cream? :3
Absolutelyâand thank you for trusting me with this. I'll write this with care, warmth, and exactly the fluff you asked for. â¨
Love.. you don't understand my current fixation with gachiakuta and how does my darling jester fits to their narrative so much WKNWND
ENJOY MY DARLING ANON!!
I legit dropped everything for this (also I wanna address the anon who requested for my fav fandom how hard they would twerk or something about twerking wait for me darling I got some keep notes for that EHEHEHHE đ¤
ŕź*ÂˇË GACHIAKUTA HEADCANONS â TRANS FEMALE READER
Preâtransition and postâtransition, with the whole cast. Fluff only. Ice cream included.
ŕź*ÂˇË ENJIN â âI didnât know I was waiting for someone like you.â
Preâtransition
Enjin knew you before you knew yourself. You worked together on odd jobs, and he always treated you with a quiet respect that felt different from the others. He never pushed, never pried â but he always left the door open. âWhen youâre ready to tell me who you really are,â he said once, âIâll be here.â
Postâtransition
He sees you walk into the Cleanersâ hideout in a dress for the first time, and his breath catches. Not from surprise â from relief. âThere you are,â he says softly. âI was wondering when youâd arrive.â From then on, heâs your romantic interest â slow, gentle, never assuming. He holds your hand in public without a second thought. He calls you beautiful when youâre covered in grime and sweat. At night, he traces your jawline and whispers, âYouâre the bravest person I know.â Heâs not a grand romantic; heâs the kind who makes you tea without asking, who saves you the last piece of bread, who falls asleep with his head in your lap after a long mission. And when you cry â from joy or pain â he just wraps his arms around you and stays.
ŕź*ÂˇË RUDO â âYouâre still the same person who bandaged my knuckles.â
Preâtransition
You met Rudo when he was still the angriest boy in the slums. He never asked why you wore baggy clothes or why you flinched at your own reflection. He just assumed you had your own fight â and he respected that. One night, sitting on a pile of trash, you whispered, âI donât think Iâm a boy.â He looked at you, blinked, and said, âOkay. Does that change how you throw a punch?â You laughed and said no. âThen I donât care.â
Postâtransition
When you reunite in the Abyss, youâre wearing a patched skirt and your hair is long. Rudo stops midâstride. Stares. Then his face cracks into the smallest smile. âYou look like you finally stopped pretending.â From that day on, he introduces you with your real name to everyone â and if someone messes up, he just stares at them until they correct themselves. He sees you as a mother figure without ever saying it. Youâre the one who makes him eat, who reminds him to sleep, who holds his hand when the nightmares get bad. Heâd kill anyone who hurts you. But mostly he just rests his head on your shoulder and mumbles, âThanks. For being here.â
ŕź*ÂˇË RIYO â âI knew youâd be happier like this.â
Preâtransition
Riyo noticed everything about you before you even said a word. She catalogued your posture, the way you avoided mirrors, the way your voice dropped an octave when you were pretending. One day she handed you a scrap of paper with a name written on it â a healer in the upper city who âasked no questions.â She didnât explain. She didnât need to.
Postâtransition
Riyo is the first one to use your new name and pronouns without being asked. When you thank her, she just grins and says, âThatâs crazy â you look way better this way anyway.â She still has that playful, carefree energy, always slipping into your space like a black cat â toying with your hair, stealing a sip of your drink, leaning over your shoulder with a wink. But underneath the mischief, she watches you like a hawk, making sure youâre safe. She brings you little things: a ribbon she âborrowed,â a clean rag for your face, a flower growing out of a trash heap. She never says âI love youâ outright â thatâs not her style â but she memorises your favourite spicy snacks, always saves you a seat, and gets weirdly defensive if anyone looks at you wrong. She sees you as a bigâsister figure â youâre the only person she lets touch her hair when sheâs had a rough day. She wonât admit it, but she hangs around the entrance until you come home, and the moment you walk in, sheâs all bright smiles and casual chaos again. âTook you long enough,â sheâll say, but her shoulders drop with relief.
ŕź*ÂˇË FU â âYou tell me what to do. Iâll listen.â
Preâtransition
Fu was always the quiet leader â but around you, something softened. He noticed how you flinched at your own name, how you carried yourself like a question. He never demanded answers. Instead, he listened when you spoke, and he waited. One day, you gave him a small instruction: âSit down. Rest.â He sat. No argument. That was the first time he realised â you had a gentler kind of strength than his.
Postâtransition
Now, youâre the one who gives soft orders â and he obeys every single one. Not because heâs weak, but because your voice feels like coming home. âEat something, Fu.â He eats. âSleep by the fire tonight.â He curls up without a word. âLet me walk you home.â He falls into step beside you, quiet and warm. When heâs anxious â and he hides it well â you place a hand on his shoulder and say, âBreathe. Thatâs an order.â And he does. His shoulders drop. His eyes close. You see him clearly â not as a leader, not as a soldier, just as him â and that clarity is the most peaceful thing heâs ever known. He calls your name like a promise. And when you whisper, âStay,â he stays.
ŕź*ÂˇË ZANKA (Nijiku) â âYou shed your old skin. Thatâs metal as hell.â
Preâtransition
Zanka didnât understand at first. Heâs blunt, not cruel. When you told him you werenât a boy, he tilted his head and said, âSo what? You still fight the same, right?â That was his way of accepting. He never misgendered you again â not because he was careful, but because his brain just⌠updated the file.
Postâtransition
Heâs the one who loudly corrects strangers. âItâs she, you garbage-for-brains.â He doesnât do softness, but he does loyalty. Heâll carry you on his back when youâre tired, give you his jacket when itâs cold, and never, ever mention it. He sees you as a little sister â someone to protect and annoy in equal measure. âYouâre more open on being yourself now,â he says. âThe old you was something else.â
ŕź*ÂˇË ZODYL â âYou remade yourself. I respect that.â
Preâtransition
Zodyl met you when you were both looking for something. He had his own secrets; you had yours. He never asked. He just watched. And one day, he said, âYouâre not what you pretend to be. Neither am I.â That was the closest he ever came to vulnerability.
Postâtransition
When he sees you again, transformed, he smiles(probably not but let a girl dream)â a rare, genuine one. âThere you are. I was starting to think the mask was permanent.â He treats you as an equal â no pedestal, no pity. Just respect. Heâll sit with you in silence for hours, sharing this silence. He calls you by your name like itâs always been yours. If anyone threatens you, they disappear. He doesnât explain. He doesnât need to.
ŕź*ÂˇË JABBER â âNew you, same scary energy. I like it.â
Preâtransition
Jabber thought you were interesting before â quiet, coiled, like a spring. He liked that. He didnât care about your body; he cared about your vibe. âYouâre holding something back,â he said once. âLet it out. I wonât judge.â
Postâtransition
Heâs the most chaotic but also the most accepting. âOh, youâre a girl now? Cool. Can we go break something?â He uses your pronouns wrong maybe twice, then never again â not out of malice, just habit. Heâs the one who takes you clothes shopping in the ruins, holding up tattered dresses against your body and nodding seriously. âThis one. It matches your eyes.â He sees you as a chaos sister â someone to laugh with, fight with, and cry with at 3am. Heâd burn down a building for you. And he has.
⌠BONUS: THE DARLING JESTER
âI saw you in every timeline, and youâre always beautiful.â
This is the character you invented: a mix of Pinkie Pieâs joy, a jesterâs mischief, unhinged chaos, bottomless kindness, and Cardcaptor Sakuraâs magical powers. And she is madly in love with the trans female reader.
Preâtransition
The Jester appeared in your life before you even knew her name. Sheâd pop out of nowhere â riding a giant key, surrounded by floating cards, laughing. She called you by your real name before youâd spoken it aloud. âDonât worry,â sheâd say, winking. âIâve seen the future. Youâre gonna be gorgeous.â She brought you small gifts: a ribbon, a mirror, a bottle of shampoo. âFor later,â sheâd say. And then sheâd vanish in a swirl of pink and gold.
Postâtransition
She finds you again in the Abyss, and she squeals. âTHERE YOU ARE! Iâve been waiting!â She spins you around, examines your new clothes, your new hair, your new smile. âYou did it! Youâre you!â And then she pulls you into the tightest hug.
Sheâs unhinged in the best way. She throws confetti when you walk into a room. She summons magical cards that do your laundry, cook your meals, and braid your hair. She tells everyone who will listen, âThis is my girlfriend and sheâs the prettiest person in any dimension.â She gets jealous, but not in a scary way â more like a clingy puppy. âStop talking to Zanka, I want attention.â
But underneath the chaos, sheâs deeply kind. On bad days â when dysphoria hits or the world feels wrong â she sits with you in silence. No jokes. No magic tricks. Just her hand in yours. âI love you,â she whispers. âNot despite anything. Just⌠you.â
She has a magical card specifically for gender affirmation: it creates a perfect reflection of how you see yourself. She uses it when youâre feeling low. You cry every time.
And at night, when youâre both tired, she curls up beside you and mumbles, âIn every timeline I saw, you were always a girl. You just had to catch up.â Then she kisses your forehead and falls asleep with a smile.
⌠BONUS: GROUP DYNAMICS (Postâtransition)
¡ Rudo and Riyou both hover nearby, protective but silent. Theyâve appointed themselves your unofficial bodyguards. They donât admit it.
¡ Enjin sits closest to you at meals. His knee touches yours under the table. He doesnât move it.
¡ You hands you a cup of tea every morning. âDrink.â Itâs a gentle order. Fu obeys like a good boy.
¡ Zanka loudly tells anyone who stares at you, âSheâs with us. Got a problem?â
¡ Zodyl stares at you when you pass. No words. Just respect.
¡ Jabber tries to teach you to juggle knives. The Jester has to intervene with a magic shield.
¡ The Jester is always touching you â hand on your arm, head on your shoulder, fingers intertwined. Sheâs not subtle. She doesnât want to be.
"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel⌠It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"
II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES
"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm⌠Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. HeheheheâŚ"
III. CHAT: PAPERWORK
"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."
IV. ABOUT THE OTHERS
"Hmm? How did the others react to my relationship with them? Bahahaha! Oh, they didn't believe me at first; they thought I manipulated them or something. Yeah, the other knights made up these bizarre rumors about us, like when I probably threatened them with a dagger to their neck to make them date me. Can you believe that? I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy... probably. Anyway, eventually they saw how happy we were together and accepted it. Some of them even apologized for doubting us. Whatever, it's one thing to doubt, but it's another thing to spread false rumors. It's all water under the bridge now, though. But I regret not teaching those fools a very thorough, valuable lesson because I would rather not anger my lover."
V. LOHEN'S TROUBLES
"Ugh⌠Being a big target for so many bastards across Teyvat is such a pain in the ass. The Fatui, Abyss scum, rival knights, and even some of the nobles in Mondstadt probably want me dead. I could deal with all that shit easily. But what really pisses me off is knowing they might try to use them to get to me. One wrong move and some coward thinks they can grab them just to make me vulnerable⌠Hah. The mere thought makes my blood boil. If anyone even dares to lay a finger on them as leverage against me, Iâll turn their entire bloodline into a cautionary tale. Iâll slaughter anything that tries to use them⌠but damn, itâs annoying that they even have the option."
VI. COMBAT: LOW HP
"Heh⌠is this all youâve got? Pathetic. I canât die yetâFuck! I still need to go home to them. Donât you dare make me break my promise to themâŚ!"
VII. JEALOUSY
"Saaayyy, Honorary Knight. Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you pretty cozy with my lover recently⌠They're awfully adorable, hmm? Bet you want to hug them, hold their hand, maybe even steal them away from me? Ahahaha! âŚIf you ever try it, I'll carve out those wandering eyes of yours and make you watch as I string your guts into a pretty little necklace for them. Okay? Hehehe... Just kidding! Or am I? You'll understand, right, Honorary Knight?"
VIII. DEMANDING RESPECT
"I thought it'd be a fun exercise to teach my fellow knights some basic respect and manners, especially when around my lover. Whatever my lover wants, they get. Anyone whining their asses off about it can take it up with me personally. I'll give them something to cry about, that's for sure."
IX. OBEDIENCE
"What is that look on your face? You want me to deliver this paperwork to Varka? Pshhh, do it yourself⌠Wait, my lover actually asked you to relay the message to me? Well, in that case, hand over the documents. Ah, ah, ah! I really insist."
X. ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE
"You'd be surprised that my lover encourages me to do whatever I want. It's probably because they know that I'll do it anyway, but the fact that they actually tell me to go wild as long as I come home safe? Hahaha! Fuck, thatâs hot. They really are perfect for me. Because of their encouragement, Iâll slaughter entire camps of hilichurls, paint the snow red in Dragonspine, or carve my way through a Fatui ambush, whatever feels good. Honestly, their blessing makes the violence feel like foreplay, just saying."
'elloooo! may i request for headcanons of ace, ruggie, epel, and sebek (separate) with reader who tries out the boys' dorm uniforms one day? like reader comes over to their dorm and just decides to put on their dorm uniforms like an impromptu fashion show? ty in advance!!
may i be đ anon?
ăâAn Impromptu Fashion Showâă
ăSynopsis: In which the twst boys let their partner try on their dorm uniformă
ăFeaturing: Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier, and Sebek Zigvoltă
ăTags: gn reader, established relationship, fluff, some crack, uhhh thatâs about it lol, ig mentions of undressing???, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tagsă
ăa/n: hello đ anon, as you henceforth shall be known! ahhh tysm for sending this in! I has such a fun time writing this and I really hope you like it! I think Epelâs part is my favorite, mostly because I always have fun writing his accent lol! Anyway, welcome to the anon club and I hope you enjoy! <3333333ă
â§âË â Ace lives to see you in his clothes, and he's not ashamed to hide it whatsoever (he knows no shame tbh)
â§âË â It's pretty much mandatory that you wear his soft, oversized red hoodie whenever you come over to hang out in his dorm (it might as well be yours at this point lol)
â§âË â When you come over this time, you don't even let him get a chance to even think about grabbing that damn hoodie before you're darting over to rifle through his closet
â§âË â "Uhh, what're ya doin' over there?"
â§âË â "I wanna try on your dorm uniform! Turn around so I can change. No peeking!"
â§âË â While he is an annoying little shit at heart, he keeps his word and doesn't peek while you're changing (he didn't plan on actually doing so in the first place)
â§âË â "I'm all done! You can look now!"
â§âË â Ace didn't know what he was expecting, but he didn't think his heart would skip a beat at the sight of you all dressed up in his dorm uniform (he's so corny lol)
â§âË â "Well, I think it's missing something."
â§âË â "And what's that?"
â§âË â "A card suit, of course! Come help me draw the heart around my eye so we can match!"
â§âË â Ruggie usually hates sharing his things with anything else, but he's more than willing to share his spoils with you
â§âË â Plus, he really likes having his scent on you â it's a beastman thingâ and there's no better what to do that than by dressing you up in his clothes (smelling his scent on you activates something in his brain that he just can't explain â hehehe that's rhymes lol)
â§âË â You have free rein of his closet, so he hardly even pays attention to you when you decide to start searching through it one day when you decide to come over after class
â§âË â "Yeah, I was just looking for your dorm uniform."
â§âË â "⌠My dorm uniform?"
â§âË â "Yep!"
â§âË â "And what are you doing that for?"
â§âË â "'Cause I wanna try it on!"
â§âË â Well, that makes sense â in hindsight, he probably should have expected that you'd pull something like this
â§âË â Ruggie doesn't have too much of a reaction to your plans and leaves you to change while he goes through his snack haul to find you both something to eat (he keeps your favorites on hand for whenever you come over lol)
â§âË â "Okay, done! How do I look?"
â§âË â "It looks nice on you, but you're missing something."
â§âË â "Am I? I could have sworn that was everything."
â§âË â "You forgot the bandanna, dollface. C'mere, lemme tie it for you."
â§âË â "Okay, what do you think now that the look is complete? Did the bandanna add to my rough and rugged charm?"
â§âË â "Oh, definitely, babe. You have the makings of a night fine member of Savanaclaw if I do say so myself."
â§âË â Epel thinks giving you his clothing to wear makes him cool and manly, so he's another one that dresses you up in his clothing, which is ironic, given how much he hates it when Vil dresses him up lol
â§âË â Like Ace, he'll usually give you his hoodies or shirts to wear, but you're always free to take whatever you like from his closet (seeing you in his clothes gives him this smug sense of satisfaction lol)
â§âË â So, he doesn't think anything of it when you make a beeline straight to his closet
â§âË â "I hung that sweater ya like over on the back of my chair, if that's what yer lookin' for."
â§âË â "Nah, I'm looking for your dorm uniform."
â§âË â "Why in the Seven's good name are you doin' that?"
â§âË â "Because I wanna try it on, duh."
â§âË â The silence that follows speaks volumes, but doesn't stop you from continuing your search
â§âË â "Oh, there it is! Can you, uh, turn around now?"
â§âË â "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna have to help you tie the sash, so give me a holler when ya need a hand."
â§âË â "Will do! I'm excited to see if I can pull it off as well as you can!"
â§âË â "I'm sure ya can, sweetie. Ya already look good in my clothes, so I don't think that's gonna to change now."
â§âË â "Well, you can turn around and give me your verdict now! You can also help me with this sash while you're at it."
â§âË â Epel nearly trips over his own feet from how fast he whips around to finally lay his eyes on youÂ
â§âË â He's just as clumsy when it comes to helping you tie the sash around your waist, which shouldn't be the case given how often he's done exactly this
â§âË â "Your hands are shaking."
â§âË â "NO THEY'RE NOT, YER JUST SEEIN' THINGS!"
â§âË â "Whatever you say, Epel. So tell me, how do I look?"
â§âË â "Like shit."
â§âË â "I'm gonna give you one chance to fix your attitude before I ask you again. Now, how do I look?"
â§âË â "Alright, I guess."
â§âË â "You know what? Fine. I'll take what I can get."
â§âË â "Oh c'mon, ya know I'm just pullin' yer leg. You look good as always."
â§âË â "That's more like it! Keep telling me how nice I look."
â§âË â "Yer startin' to sound like Vil."
â§âË â "Whatever! Less complaining and more complimenting, please!"
â§âË â As much as Sebek adores you, cute couple stuff like sharing clothes doesn't come very easy to him (he's pretty shy when it comes to stuff like this, so cut him some slack, ok?)
â§âË â He will, of course, give you a jacket or scarf if it's cold or if you need to cover up, but that's about it
â§âË â So, you decide to take matters into your own hands one day when you retreat to his dorm room after class
â§âË â "Is there a reason why you're rummaging through my closet? I can assure you that I'm not hiding anything from you if that is your concern."
â§âË â "Oh, I know, Seb. I just wanted to try on your dorm uniform! You always look so good in, so I thought I'd see if I can pull it off as well as you can!"
â§âË â "⌠I see. Well, I can assure you that you look good in everything, beloved."
â§âË â "That's so sweet, Sebby, thank you! Still, I wanna see how it looks on me. Turn around for a sec while I change."
â§âË â "OF COURSE! I WOULDN'T DARE GAZE UPON YOU IN A STATE OF UNDRESS WITHOUT YOUR EXPRESS PERMISSION!"
â§âË â "I know, sweetheart. There's no need to get loud."
â§âË â Sebek quite literally holds his breath as you change, his palms clenched and sweaty as he stares straight ahead at his wall
â§âË â "Hey, relax. What're you so tense about?"
â§âË â The question shocks Sebek out of his daze and back into the real world where he finds you proudly wearing his dorm uniform
â§âË â He opens him mouth to speak, only for his words to get caught in his throat (the crock was too stunned to speak lol)
â§âË â "What's wrong? Does it look bad?"
â§âË â "IMPOSSIBLE! I ALREADY SAID YOU LOOK DIVINE IN EVERYTHING AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION!"
â§âË â "Alright, alright! Geez, we seriously gotta work on your volume control, Seb."
â§âË â "My apologies. I tend to raise my voice when I feel especially⌠passionate."
â§âË â "The sight of me in your uniform makes you passionate, huh?"
â§âË â "Don't patronize me, dearest."
â§âË â "Okay, okay. I'm done teasing. Now, where's the little hat that goes with the rest of the uniform? The look isn't complete without it!"
Finally for once in my life I haven't missed the openings.
So, for my request, could I ask for Tim, Jeff and Toby with a teen!reader(we need more of Teen!readers honestly) who's a paranormal enthusiastic kid who somehow ended up dragging them to their adventures, detail, the reader is completely oblivious to their killer lives and just thinks they're some depressed millennials.
(and maybe I'd be cool if the reader also recorded stuff all the time like Jay used to do in MH, but that one's optional) :)
That's it! Hope you have a great day/evening/night!
As I haven't even seen MH and I'm not all that familiar with it, I left that detail out. Hope you enjoy it! Have a good time zone!
(Also.. Hilariously.. I love this grouping.. Because it would be two millennials being Tim and Jeff (25/24), and then two Gen Z being Toby (22) and Y/N. What a mashup.)
Firstly... We have to get the emotions out of the way. In my canon, Tim started out as a teen that did paranormal investigations (with Brian, of course), which is how he ended up discovering and fusing with the spirit of Masky, which in turn forever changed and fucked up his life. So, needless to say, Tim especially is incredibly protective of you and emotional over the entire experience.
Toby and Jeff, really, are just along for the ride, but they're just as protective over you as Tim is. The three of them accompany you to every single investigation, and they tell you to never go without them. Things always go according to plan with them by your side, so they're a lot less worried about you having an experience as Tim did. They know the right precautions to take, and actually DO tell you that Tim used to do paranormal investigations too, which makes you all the more eager to follow their lead and take their advice when it comes to things like this because wow!! You have experienced guys helping you investigate all of these sites!! And then Toby who brings snacks and hilarious commentary, and Jeff who's just incredibly strong and entertaining. What could go wrong?
Well, thanks to them, nothing! Most of the weaker actual spirits they encounter are too scared to do anything because they can recognize that the boys are employees of Slender, and they don't want to piss off Slender. When it comes to the stronger spirits and places that you want to investigate, they call in BEN, and sometimes even Slender himself, to handle things behind the scenes and make sure that none of the spirits end up harming or possessing you, and you're none the wiser to what's going on in the background because you don't even know that BEN and Slender exist, so to you, it's just an experience like any other with the boys by your side. They do really look after you and make sure that you're enjoying yourself and enjoying the experiences, and maybe someday when you're older they'll tell you about themselves and the truth about Tim and the added help from BEN and Slender, but for now, they're just fine letting your imagination run wild.
Because, Derek is essentially saying "How can you die for someone you don't even know? How can you die for a stranger?"
And while it may seem like Derek is being a bit of a hypocrite---considering he only met Avery a few hours ago, he really isn't.
Because Avery isn't a stranger to him.
He knows Avery. Infinite knowledge let him showed him who Avery was. He knew Avery's name. He probably knew Avery's favorite color and his favorite food. He could literally identify a fake (seemingly identical) Avery.
turns out if youâre aroace you donât have to date someone to âsee if you feel somethingâ or have sex with someone for the same reason, and you donât have to stay in limbo until youâve âtriedâ because lbr if you werenât aroace your little limbo wouldnât have lasted 21 whole years.
you can just be aroace you do not have to pursue and bed some poor hypothetical woman (whoâs just disconnected enough from you that youre not at risk of ruining a friendship but also who you connect with so instantly that youâll finally feel those romantic sparks! And someone so attractive you finally feel that pesky sex drive haha. And reciprocates your hypothetical interest. But not enough that sheâd be upset when you confirm you are in fact aroace) just to prove that youre not attracted to her. Because thatâs insane, LUIS.
zanka nijiku is specifically for the burnt out teens who grew up with high expectations (whether internally or externally) for themselves and have or is still internalizing every single comment and viewpoint their way (whether positive or negative) and ended up shattered when they didnt turn out how they thought theyd turn out. hes for the teens who had "their place" "stolen" by someone more naturally skilled and faster and had to reevaluate their worth because theyve based it off of other peoples ideas, impressions of them, and written standards. (and this especially involves your academic journey too.) remember u are green enough !!!! get out that hole, man. theres a life worth living.
Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by đĽ anon.
Pairing: Platonic Cullenâs x vampire!reader.
Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!
Word Count: 324.
Note: Iâm so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(
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⢠Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you canât help it, he should leave you alone.
⢠Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.
⢠Alice loves to take you shopping. Youâre a new you, you should dress like it too; at least thatâs what she tells you as she drags you to the car.
⢠Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.
⢠Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.
⢠Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.
⢠Edwardâs great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.
⢠Heâs also great at making sure you donât have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasperâs a big help.
⢠Esme cleans your mouth like youâre a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.
⢠Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)
⢠Emmettâs in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (Heâs in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)
⢠Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isnât ideal but they call them your baby pictures.
⢠Rosalie babies you (she thinks sheâs being discreet but you all know).
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Emmett x sister!reader, Jasper x sister!reader, Carlisle x daughter!reader
a/n: so basically I'm thinking of making this a new series, I was thinking maybe having reader fall in love with one of the pack members but I'm open to other ideas! I hope you like it, I'm a little rusty but I did my best
Warnings: small injury, death of parents, brief mentions of trauma, adoption, Emmett forgetting reader is human, I think that's all but if I missed any please let me know!
From the outside the Cullen house seemed quiet and uneventful, unfortunately for Carlisle that was very untrueâŚ
âEmmett put your sister down,â Carlisle called out as he walked through the door, probably going to another shift at the hospital. I squirmed and kicked at Emmett, who currently had me thrown over his shoulder. Emmett is a notoriously bad loser, and since I beat him at mario kart this was my punishment. Since Iâm the youngest (and only human) sibling it was fairly easy for him to keep his hold on me as I fought.
Just when I was starting to accept my fate of being stuck, Jasper came around the corner asking Emmett if he was ready for a rematch after their wrestling match last night. At this, Emmett got excited and lost his hold on me, making me fall flat on my face against the kitchen floor. Jasper ran over, glaring at Emmett as he helped me up.Â
Jasper has always had a kind of soft spot for me. Carlisle took me in when I was 11 after my parents were murdered. When I first got there I refused to leave my room, locking myself away completely. I had horrible nightmares about my parents death, because of this Jasper used to sit outside my door at night and used his gift to calm me until I was ready to talk. Ever since then weâve been practically inseparable, itâs rare to see me without Alice and Jasper.Â
Jasper pulled my face towards him gently, looking for any sign of injury. âIâm fine Jas, nothing brokeâ I wheezed after getting the air knocked out of my lungs. Jasper didnât seem to accept this though, sighing as he saw a bruise already forming under my eye. Emmett finally snapped out of his shock, spewing out as many apologies as he could.
I smiled at him, trying to let both him and Jasper know I was alright. âCome on darlinâ, letâs go get some ice on that eye,â Jasper wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pushing me lightly towards the living room while he headed towards the freezer. I layed back on one of the couches, stretching my legs out and closing my eyes tightly to try to ward off my growing headache. Jasper appeared a moment later, handing me ice to put against my eye. He lifted my legs as he sat down, placing them back down on top of his own. âThanks Jas,â I mumbled, laying my head back and listening to Edward play his piano a few rooms over.Â
We might not be a perfect or ânormalâ family, but I wouldnât trade them for the world.
authors note: Just something short I wanted to write. It's not really a fanfic, but more of a self insert of how I would appropriately react with some events in Twilight. Hope you enjoy!
synopsis: You don't have a filter, which is a good thing (yeah, fuck whoever disagrees) which means that you make your dislike for Bella Swan apparent. It's not because she's mean, quite the opposite, but because you find her survival instincts to be nonexistent.
You had been with the Cullens long enough to know one thing: your family was full of liars. Not malicious ones, just polite ones. Polite to a fault. Polite in the âletâs pretend weâre not all thinking the same thingâ way.
Esme smiled through everything. Carlisle rationalized everything. Alice saw everything and said nothing. Emmett laughed everything off. Jasper avoided everything. Rosalie judged everything silently. But you? You said it out loud. So when Bella Swan moved down from Arizona, smelling like the worldâs most tempting air freshener and staring at your family like you were her personal Netflix show, you did the only reasonable thing.
You stared back.
Hard.
Unblinking.
Like a cat who just realized the laser pointer might actually be alive.
Across the cafeteria, Bella froze, eyes widening as if she hadnât expected you to notice the staring, which was insane because sheâd been doing it for several days now. Edward elbowed you sharply under the table. âStop that.â
âShe started it.â You said, but gave Edward the pleasure of looking away and slouching deeper in your chair. âAnd why is she even staring at us? Do humans not know that eye contact means aggression? Or is this a regional problem? Maybe Arizona doesnât have basic survival instincts.â
â(Y/N).â Edward hissed.
âIâm genuinely asking.â
Rosalie sighed like your existence personally offended her. âSheâs curious, (Y/N). Humans get curious.â
âCurious about what? We sit here. We look pretty. We mind our undead business. Itâs not like weâre juggling axes or sacrificing goats.â
âAlice suggested the axes once, remember?â Emmett said. âCarlisle said no.â
âAnd the goats?â
âAlso no.â
âTragic.â
Edward rubbed his temples. âCan everyone please behave? Sheâs not a threat.â
âOh, I know sheâs not a threat,â you said, stabbing at your boxed apple juice with unnecessary force. âSheâs a walking liability. A hazard on legs. She radiates âabout to trip and break something expensiveâ energy.â
âClumsy? Bro, clumsy is bumping into a chair. Bella looks like gravity filed a restraining order against her and itâs retaliating.â
Emmett choked on a laugh. Jasper pressed his lips together so hard they almost disappeared. Alice was openly beaming now, her chin propped in her hand like she was watching her favorite sitcom. Rosalie, for once, did not immediately scold you. She simply gave a slow, unimpressed blink that meant she agreed but refused to compliment you for it.
Bella's eyes drifted up again: straight to your table, straight to Edward, and then (unfortunately) straight to you. When your eyes met, you raised your brows, silently mouthing, "What are you looking at?" She jerked so hard that the cartoon of milk nearly spilled on the table.
Edward kicked your shin under the table. âStop terrorizing her.â
You glared at him. âIâm not terrorizing her. Iâm observing.â
âYouâre glaring.â
âThat was a neutral expression.â
âFor a vampire about to commit a felony.â Rosalie supplied. You rolled your eyes and reached for your fork. Edward snatched it out of your hand instantly.
âWhat are youâ?"
He hissed under his breath, âYour face looks like youâre about to throw it at her.â
You blinked, and paused to considered it. âOkay, fair. But give it back.â
âNo. You don't need to frighten her anymore than you have.â
âI wasn't scaring her,â you said, though no one at the table believed you. âIf anything, Iâm preparing her. This is enrichment. Like zoo training.â
TIME SKIP
When Edward came home that afternoon, his expression was the exact mix of disgust and existential dread you usually associate with Rosalie encountering a crowded mall. He barely got through the door before you spoke. âWhat crawled up your ass and died?â
Edward dropped his bag with unnecessary dramatics. âI had Biology with her.â
You recoiled. âOh my god. And, let me guess, she sat next to you?â
âYes.â
You slapped a hand over your chest. âA tragedy. A violation. You poor thing.â Edward glared. You shrugged. "No actually, I get it. She smells like dessert to you, right? And instead of avoiding you like a human with basic survival instincts she's like, âOh gee, let me sit beside the immortal bloodsucker and try to befriend him.â Thatâs a choice. A stupid one.â
Edward groaned. âIt took everything in me not to jump across the table and suck her dry."
You raised a brow. âSo this is the part where you decide to stay away from her, right?â Edward didnât answer. You slapped a hand over your eyes. âOh no. Youâre already obsessed, arenât you?â
And obsessed he was.
Painfully. Horrifyingly. Criminally.
Two days later, he unknowingly let it slipâand by slip, you mean he confessed it like a man who had forgotten what shame wasâthat heâd been watching Bella sleep from inside her room like a total creep. It happened during another dramatic Edward Entry, where he appeared at the top of the stairs with that look. That haunted, dreamy, lovesick, vaguely murderous look.
âIâve discovered something.â he murmured, descending the stairs like a gothic chandelier falling in slow motion.
âA personality?â He ignored you. That was mistake number one.
âShe talks in her sleep.â Edward said, voice low and weirdly soft.
You blinked once. Twice. ââŚExcuse me?â
Edward paused, eyebrows lifting in mild confusion. âBella. Sheââ
ââtalks in her sleep,â you finished for him. âYes. Yes, you just said that. My question is: how you know this?â
Emmettâs eyebrows shot up. Jasper straightened in his seat like someone had plugged him into an electrical socket. Rosalie turned her head slowlyâvery slowlyâto glare at Edward, because although she disliked Bella with a passion, she wasnât about to let her brother be a full blown psycho. Her eyes narrowed into lethal slits.
âEdward. Tell me youâre joking.â
He stiffened. âIââ
âNo,â Rosalie snapped, cutting him off like a guillotine. âDonât. Whatever you say next is going to make me want to hit you, and Carlisle will get mad when I break your jaw.â
Emmett raised a hand helpfully. âI can hold him down.â
Rosalie didnât even look at him. âHe wouldnât fight back. Heâd probably cry about it.â
Jasperâs voice was cautious, like he was approaching a wild animal. âEdward, please tell us how you discovered this?â
Hesitation.
A bad sign.
A very bad sign.
You leaned forward, eyes narrowing. âEdward, where were you standing when she was sleep talking?â
âI wasnât standing.â he said defensively.
Rosalie looked a heartbeat away from physical violence. âOkay, so you were sitting. Where? On a tree branch? Outside her window like a feral owl?"
He winced. âThe rocking chair in her room.â
The room exploded.
Rosalie made a strangled, murderous noise. Jasper froze as if preparing emotionally for Edwardâs funeral. Emmett dropped the remote and whispered, âOh my god. You ARE a creep.â And you stood up so fast your chair skidded backward.
âEDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN!â
âDonât use my full nameââ
âYou sat,â you repeated, stabbing each word into the air like a knife. âIn the dark. In the corner. In a rocking chair. Watching a human girl as she slept like some sort of pale, sparkly sleep paralysis demon?"
Edward winced. âWhen you say it like thatââ
âHow ELSE am I supposed to say it?â you barked. âYou violated every privacy law ever created! Even the unwritten ones! Humans donât even LIKE when their pets stare at them while they sleep.â
âI didnât meanââ
âOh my god,â Rosalie cut in, looking genuinely appalled. âI didn't think you could become even more of a loser than you were."
It was at that moment that Esme entered the room cheerfully, but then froze, noticing the tension. âWhatâs going on?â
You pointed at Edward with the dramatic fury of a soap opera character. âOh, it's nothing. Just that your perfect golden boy here has been breaking into Bella Swanâs bedroom and WATCHING HER SLEEP!â
Esme blinked. Then blinked again. âOh dear...â
Carlisle followed behind her, eyebrows rising. âEdward?â
Edward threw his hands up. âI was making sure she was safe!â
You gaped at him. âSAFE FROM WHAT, EDWARD?! NIGHTMARES? PILLOWS? HER OWN BREATHING?!â
Emmett nodded vigorously. âBro, imagine waking up and seeing YOU in the corner. Iâd yeet myself out the window.â
Jasper nodded. âSo would I.â
Edward glared at all of you. âNone of you understandââ
âOH TRUST ME,â you barked, âwe understand PERFECTLY. You have lost your goddamn mind.â
Rosalie stepped closer, voice low. âIf Bella finds out about this, she is going to pass out so fast sheâll crack her skull on her nightstand. And then YOUâLL have to explain to Charlie Swan why his daughter died of fright.â
Emmett held up a finger. âWhich would be hilariousââ
Rosalie snapped, âEmmett!â
ââbut bad.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âEdward, listen carefully. Humans donât LIKE being watched while unconscious. They tend toâoh, I donât knowâcall the police!â
âThatâs ridiculous.â Edward scoffed.
âOh?â you asked sweetly. âAnd what would YOU do if a stranger sat in YOUR room at night?â
âI would know.â He said smugly.
âYes,â you said dryly, âbecause youâre a vampire. Bella is a CHIHUAHUA with the durability of a breadstick.â
Rosalie rolled her eyes. âYou need to stop. Now.â
âOh! Well EXCUSE ME,â you said dramatically. âThree encounters. That changes everything. Letâs book the wedding.â
Emmett raised a hand. âDibs on best man.â
Rosalie hissed. âWe are not planning a wedding for the girl heâs currently stalking.â
âI'm notâ"
âSTALKING!â
ANOTHER TIME SKIP
Edward really lived up to his creep status. Not even a week after stalking the poor girl, he took her into the woods and confirmed that yes, he sparkled like a disco ball in direct sunlight, yes, he was a vampire, and yes, the rest of his family were too. You nearly sprinted into the woods to find the largest tree trunk available, solely to beat him with it.
Rule #1 (if there was a handbook): DO NOT REVEAL YOUR STATUS TO HUMANS.
And what did Edward do? He broke it. Crushed it. Set it on fire. Ran it over with his stupid Volvo. And then? Then he had the audacityâthe pure nerveâto invite the girl to your home. Your safe place. The one place you guys didn't need to hide. You met them in the kitchen alongside the rest of your family who were busy making Italiano.
Edward practically glowed with smugness. âSo, this is Bella.â
You stared at her.
She stared back.
You blinked slowly, once, twice, like a warning system rebooting. ââŚWhy is she here?â
Esme gasped softly. â(Y/N)!â
Bella flushed, shrinking in on herself. âIâI didnât mean to intrudeââ
âYouâre not intruding.â Edward reassured her, giving Bella a soft smile like he hadn't done anything wrong.
You pointed a stiff, accusing finger at him. âOh, she absolutely is intruding. What happened to subtlety? What happened to discretion? What happened to keeping our kind a secret?â
Bella blinked nervously. âI apologize if me knowing brought you guys any problemsââ
You barked a laugh.
Not a cute laugh.
A deranged older sibling losing their patience laugh.
âOh, sweetheart, you didnât bring us any problems. He did.â
Edwardâs jaw tightened. â(Y/N)ââ
âNo, no, do not â(Y/N)â me,â you snapped, stepping forward. âDo you have any idea how many decadesâDECADESâweâve spent keeping a low profile? Do you know how many times Iâve had to dodge nosy humans, animal control, conspiracy theorists, and that one lady who swore Emmett was Bigfoot?â
Emmett yelled from behind the kitchen counter, âSHE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME EATING A GRANOLA BARâWHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!â
âOf course you didnât know,â you said. âAnd you shouldnât have known anything. About any of us. Because Edward was supposed to handle this like a responsible adult. Instead, he took you to the forest like a dramatically depressed anime character and told you everything.â
Edward hissed, âIt wasnât like thatââ
âOh?â you said. âDid you or did you not âsay it, out loudâ her into a supernatural TED Talk?â Edward opened his mouth. You didnât let him finish. âExactly, you dramatically confessed eternal damnation in a mossy forest like the worldâs biggest theatre kid.â
At that moment, you heard the sound of a glass breaking and Jasper's slight cursing. You didn't need to be in the same room to know he looked like a man trying to balance a thousand knifes on his head while walking a tightrope over a pit of Bella-scented lava.
âOkay,â you muttered. âTime for intervention number twelve of the week.â You turned your back on the couple and stepped into the main living room where Jasper stood at the top of the staircase.
"Come on, bro." You said, grabbing him by the wrist and nudging him towards the back hallway where the exit was. "Letâs go take a long walk where no gremlins are messing with you."
Jasper gritted his teeth. âThank you.â
Edward called out, annoyed, âWeâre in the middle of a discussionâ!â
You flipped him off without looking back. âYeah? Well Iâm in the middle of keeping your girlfriend alive. Youâre welcome.â
LAZILY FLIPS THE BILLS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS, leona sits across from you silent counting the cash.
when you reach into your wallet unknown to him, pull out a fifty and slide it toward him on the table...he freezes.
he eyes the bill, then you. the look in his eyes screams annoyance, his ear flicks as he asks, "what are you doing?"
he sounds unimpressed, and he listens when you say sweetly how you wanted to help bay the bill.
he chuckles, low and amused.
"who do you take me for?" he asks, taking two hundreds from the stash in his wallet and cups them over your hands with the fifty and slides it back to you.
you blink, mouth gaped open slightly but before you could ask, he cuts you off.
HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK UP AT YOU, azul just flicks the bill back toward you and you slide it back.
a smile forces its way to your lips when he finally grabs the bill and twiddles it between his index and middle finger.
"my pearl, are you trying to make me laugh?"
his eyes are narrowed, posture confident and a sly smirk on his face. you say you wanted to help pay the bill, and he chuckles.
his polite laughs just sounds like money is raining before him, and he slides the bill back in your direction on the table and pays for the dinner from his card.
he'll take your hand and kiss your skin gently, eyes glaring behind his glasses as he smiles fondly.
"what a lovely gesture, my dear, but you need not worry about money as long as im with you~"
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HE'S ALREADY HUNCHED OVER AT THE TABLE, hair styled to show his face, suit ironed and fitted, poking at his food unable to make eye contact with anyone other then youâhe even had a hard time ordering his plate.
he's already awkward as is, so when idia sees you slide over a fifty he immediately flinched.
what are you doing? why are you handing him a fifty? do you think he's broke?
he blinks once and immediately drops his fork with a clank. "whâwhat are you doing ?..." you explained softly, smiling so much he can feel it in his soul.
idia shook his head, immediately wiping out his wallet and fumbles for his cash while panic explaining, "butâbut i asked you out, you can't pay ! this isn't how it was supposed to go, put that away and just let me pay... please?"
at the end of it, he ends up paying and secretly sliding a few extra hundreds in your purse when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroomânever will he let his woman pay for a meal.
WHEN YOU SLIDE THE FIFTY ACROSS THE TABLE CLOTH, malleus doesn't even bat an eye. he simply watches you retract your hand and smiling sweetly up at him.
"...what gesture is this?" he asks, curious as a child, tilting his head while he already planned to pay ahead.
you say you wanted to help with the bill, and malleus smiled. he's not offended, but more amused.
"your offering?"
little do you know, malleus already has the cash ready to hand over to the waiter.
as you nod your head, malleus already took the bills from his wallet and placed it into the billfold, taking another hundred and hands it to you back with the fifty.
"don't make me laugh, my love. it's said the man pays for the woman, yes? as future king and queen of briar valley, please, take the money, you deserve all the wealth in the world~"
HE'S EXPECTING TO PAY FOR THE BILL, kalim doesn't register the fact you slide a fifty forward until he finally looks down.
he was mid-ramble, saying how good the food wasâjamil having to be convinced multiple timesâwhen he cuts himself off at the sight of your money.
he blinks, eventually understanding your intentions.
kalim gasps slightly, shakes his head and immediately pushes the cash back to you. "oh, no baby, you don't have to do that! it's my treat, don't worry!"
no matter how hard you try and say otherwise, kalim ends up paying for your meal and even sends you an extra two hundred for shopping<3
"let me treat you, okay? you deserve all the riches in the world ! besides, my mother wants you to shop at this store, she says you'll look beautiful in their clothes!"
end notes â "but-but-but kalim won't eat anything unless cooked by jamilâ" okay, if it makes ya feel better jamil was one of the cooks I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY.
Hi! I was wondering if you could write reader x 2 years when you suddenly get out of bed and stop cuddling them.(btw love your writing!)â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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âŚcharacters: second years (-Silver)
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle was half asleep, face tucked against your shoulder, one arm draped over your waist.
The moment you carefully slide out from under his arm and swing your legs off the bed, his eyes flutter open. He blinks slowly, hair adorably mussed, looking like a confused strawberry.
ââŚWhere are you going?â His voice is soft and sleepy. He slowly sits up, squinting at you in the dim light. âDid you⌠have something important to do?â
You hesitate, then nod. âYeah, just something quick.â
Riddle immediately pushes himself up, already reaching for his robe like a responsible housewarden on duty.
âThen I shall assist you. Two pairs of hands are more efficient. We can finish faster and return to bed.Let me helpâ
You canât help but smile as he starts neatly folding the blanket. Heâs dead serious about helping with whatever âtaskâ you have so the two of you can get back to cuddling as quickly as possible. When you finally admit you just needed to use the bathroom, his ears turn pink and he mutters something about ânext time just say thatâŚâ but he still waits patiently outside the door.
Ruggie Bucchi
The second your warmth disappears from his chest, Ruggie lets out a long, dramatic groan into the pillow. His ears twitch, tail thumping in protest.
âNnngh⌠whyâd you gotta get up? It was perfect. Come baaackâŚâ
You whisper that youâre hungry and going to grab a snack. His head pops up instantly, eyes sparkling with sudden interest.
âFor real?â His grin is sleepy but greedy. âThen bring me something too, yeah? Thereâs snacks in the kitchen⌠or better!â He points lazily toward the shelf near his bed. âLeonaâs credit card is right there. Use it. Get the good stuff. Shishishi, heâll never notice.â
He flops back down but keeps one arm stretched out toward you like he expects you to return with offerings.
When you come back with snacks for both of you, he immediately pulls you down and hug you again, munching happily while mumbling, âBest cuddle tax ever.â
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul was perfectly comfortable, glasses off, hair slightly tousled, arms wrapped around you like a very clingy octopus. The moment you start to move away he freezes, then slowly opens his eyes and stares at you. He sits up, reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, and puts them on.
ââŚWhy did you suddenly decide to leave?â His voice is calm, but thereâs a clear note of betrayal. âWe were both perfectly comfortable. Was there some dissatisfaction?â
You smirk and canât resist teasingâYouâre adorable when youâre needy, Azul.â
His face goes from pink to full scarlet. He adjusts his glasses again, looking anywhere but at you.
âI am not needy. This is simply⌠poor etiquette. If you insist on abandoning me, then please leave my room entirely.â
Heâs clearly bluffing. When you laugh and climb back in, he huffs, pulls the blanket over both of you and mutters, âNext time at least give me thirty secondsâ notice before disruptingâŚâ
Jade Leech
Jade had been sound asleep, breathing slow and even, one arm loosely around you. You carefully unwrap yourself from his arms because youâre just thirsty and you need a glass of water. You tiptoe out, get your water, drink it, and turn around, only to find Jade standing silently in the doorway like a polite horror movie ghost. No sound. No warning. Just⌠thereâŚ
You almost drop the glass and have a heart attack. âJade! Seven, you scared me!â
He tilts his head, smiling that calm, eerie little smile even though his hair is messy from sleep. âWhy did you leave the bed, my dear? Was something wrong?â
You explain you were only thirsty. He blinks once.
âOh.â
Thatâs it. Just âoh.â
He steps aside so you can pass, then falls into step right beside you as you walk back to the bedroom. He doesnât say another word the whole way, simply slides back into bed, opens his arms again, and waits for you to settle against him like nothing happened.
Youâre pretty sure he was never actually fully asleepâŚ.
Floyd Leech
Floyd is a menace even when heâs sleepy and cuddly. The second you start to shift away he reacts instantly, long arms snake around your waist and yank you right back against his chest.
âWhere do you think youâre going Shrimpy~?â he mumbles against your neck, voice whiny and dangerous at the same time. âI was comfy. Donât move.â
You tell him you need to pee. He whines louder, squeezing you tighter.
âBut Iâm sooo comfortable right now⌠Canât you hold it? Just five more minutes⌠or ten⌠or an hourâŚâ
Eventually, after more dramatic complaining, he loosens his grip with a huge sigh. But the second you stand up heâs right behind you, following you all the way to the bathroom like a tall, pouty shadow. He leans against the doorframe the whole time, arms crossed, complaining under his breath.
When you come out he immediately scoops you up and carries you back to bed.
Kalim Al-Asim
You slip out quietly because you just need to pee. Kalim is a deep sleeper, so you figure he wonât even notice.
When you return a few minutes later, youâre greeted by the saddest sightâŚKalim sitting in bed, hair fluffy and messy, eyes half lidded and glassy with sleep. Heâs looking around the room like a lost puppy, blanket clutched in his hands.
ââŚWhere did you go?â His voice is small and wobbly. âI woke up and you werenât here⌠Did I do something? Why did you leave me?â
He looks so genuinely heartbroken that you immediately crawl back into bed and let him pull you into a tight hug.
He nuzzles into your neck, sighing in relief. âDonât leave without telling me next time, okay?âŚI get worriedâŚâ
He falls back asleep almost instantly, but his arms stay locked around you like heâs afraid youâll disappear again.
Jamil Viper
You try to sneak out because you suddenly feel like studying or at least thatâs the excuse you mumble when he stirs. Jamil raises one eyebrow, looking thoroughly unimpressed even though heâs still drowsy.
âStudying?â he repeats flatly.
Before you can even swing your legs fully off the bed, he reaches out and gently but firmly pulls you back down by the waist. âThatâs a terrible excuse. You never study. You hate it. Try again.â
You open your mouth. He gives you the look⌠the one that says he sees straight through every lie. When you finally admit you just wanted to stretch or get water or whatever the real reason was, he sighs, tugs the blanket back over both of you, and wraps an arm around you a little tighter than before.
âGo back to sleep. If you actually need to get up, tell me the real reason. I donât appreciate being lied to, even for silly reasons.â
He doesnât fully let go until youâre both settled again, and even then one hand stays resting on your hip.
Prompt: âThatâs my name, please wear it out.â
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isnât âYuuâ â which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. Youâve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
Youâve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them thatâŚthey donât know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Ravenâs guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didnât know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is justâŚ.yeah. Thatâs something alright.
â
Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isnât sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
â...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that isâon both our parts?!â
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you werenât tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him itâs okay to use, he just canât.
âAww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.â
Trey thinks of all the times youâve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isnât the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when youâve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God itâs âthe girl with the green ribbonâ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when youâre both senile in a nursing home?
âYour name is ⌠nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I donât know how Iâm supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.â
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times heâs doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldnât believe you if you told him the truth? Whatâs he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that âYuuâ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. Itâs 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
âI already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop â stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!â
Ace. Who doesnât care. Youâre âYuuâ. Itâs what heâs called you these past four years and what heâll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you shouldâve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside â he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
âYou just let me look stupid all this time, huh?â He clicks his tongue. âThatâs messed up. SoâŚdo I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like youâre a newborn? âCause Iâm cool with either.â
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. Heâs pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of âherbivoreâ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, heâs just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though youâre the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
âTch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you shouldâve said something.â He clicks his tongue, looking away. âYou know what? Fine. Donât make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.â
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what theyâre seeing. Heâs got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that youâve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. Sheâs actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
âYou know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?â He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. âIf you were gonna be all mysterious, you couldâve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...â
Jack canât stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now thereâs this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough â because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you âYuuâ.
ââŚOh.â His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didnât correct anyone. âSo thatâs why, huh.â A pause. âI get why you did it, but I wish youâd trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.â
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Donât ask why he has these. Definitely not because theyâre the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, âYuuâ? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you couldâve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He canât believe youâve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
âFascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.â He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. âI donât know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.â
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
âI had wondered what you were withholding.â Jade chuckles into his closed fist. âBut I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.â
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be âLeechâ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didnât have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethinâ youâre notâŚbut to Floyd, youâre always going to be âShrimpyâ. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
âHehe, thatâs so weird. I thought you just didnât have one, like a stray or somethinâ.â Floyd grins, leaning closer. âYour last nameâs gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?â
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
âWaitâso Iâve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!â He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. âNo way â say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!â
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
âFour years.â He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYouâll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?â
Epel does a spit take. Youâll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This oneâs been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned â you mean to tell him heâs been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasnât going to do that. Forget everything he just said! HellsâŚif he wasnât close to graduating too, heâd take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
âWhat do you mean that ainât your real name?!â He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. âHells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. Youâre lucky Iâm tryinâ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience â but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you havenât spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name âYuuâ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.â He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. âA secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.â
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you donât just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRCâs paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacyâŚbut he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called âYuuâ â which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is dueâŚand an aspirin. Maybe two.
âEven if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?â His eyes narrow slightly. âConfidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.â
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation â yâknow, proof of your existence so you canât just go âpoofâ on him someday? But to be called something like âYuuâ which he is realizing in real time is just âYouâ. Wow. Thatâs so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didnât you correct him? Why didnât he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
âW-Waitâso âYuuâ is literally just⌠âyouâ?â He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. âHow did I not catch that? Iâve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldnât fact-check my own relationship? â god, what is wrong with me?!â
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleusâ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe heâs been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Donât bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
âAh⌠I see.â He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. âYour name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.â
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after âYuuâ, he plays dumb. Even if youâre right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. Theyâre not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch youâve come to drop off. Liliaâs another one who doesnât hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although heâs begun to accept that one such as âVanrougeâ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
âIf it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.â He grins, utterly delighted. âBut between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.â
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you âhumanâ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you âYuuâ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
âYou should have corrected everyone immediately!â Heâs already halfway to pacing. âNo, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing âVanrougueâ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name âVanrouge,â it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. âYuuâ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
âI see.â His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. âThen you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."