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STOP THIS FEELS LIKE HOW GIYUU WOULD ACT IF HE WOULD BE INLOVE (with me only🤗). HOW HE WOULD SMILE SECRETLY. PLS SOMEONE, SEND AN ASK TO MY INBOX ABT GIYUU, I MISS WRITING FOR HIM

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ᝰ 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : no bc i am making this man a pathetic simp for you idc. im writing these with myself in mind so yk, i have to pour out my feelings. and also i need to get all this giyuu writing off my chest, its actually a problem the fixation i have on this man but no fics tickle my brain just right so i have to write them myself

btw thank you so much for all the love and support on my last two posts. literally you all are so incredibly sweet !! ♡♡ i just graduated college so i might have a bit more time to write but no promises!

! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : none. giyuu might be a little ooc. and most, if not all of my readers will be referenced from the modern era because i really enjoy that concept. i rewrote this a few times so pls be nice 🤧

Giyuu actually doesn’t know how this occurred. No, actually that was a lie. He knew how this happened, but didn’t at the same time. And honestly speaking, the man does not care at all. You were so nice and sweet to Giyuu it made his head spin. Like it makes him ill in the best way imaginable. He doesn’t understand why you want to be around him so much, why you want to be his friend – not that he minds – but he just can’t get past his own indiscretions about himself. That was until you told him to his face.

You tell him that you thought he was cute – I'm sorry? – and you liked how calm he was – really? His brain can’t compute anything that you say. He doesn’t know if you need any medical assistance or he’s just dreaming. But it makes you laugh. The cute, dumb look on his face as he stands there, gaping at you like a fish.

It wasn’t like it was new information. You did enjoy his company the most. He was very quiet and by no means were you either, but you have this habit of matching the energy of people you were with. So, it was almost relaxing and refreshing spending time with Giyuu. Though Giyuu is silent most of the time, he does in fact talk. At first it's about a mission he was on recently, if and most likely when he gets more comfortable with you, he’s talking a little more in depth about random things that are on his brain. It's endearing really. Or sometimes he’s just talking about things that he thinks you might like to know, random facts, and so on.

But sometimes you do the talking and he likes that too. You could talk for hours and he could listen to every word you have to say. He would soak it up like a sponge as you focus your eyes on the crochet hooks weaving in front of you. Your voice is quiet and nice, soft and warm sounding.

This typically happens when you visit his estate. And you visit his estate a lot. Maybe Giyuu was a little disappointed that you weren’t staying with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds. He’s lucky enough to see you this much, as much as he's lucky to see you at all. He can’t be too mad though. Mitsuri has jumped you the first moment she got when the Master had brought up your living arrangements. You had nowhere to go. And honestly, Giyuu may have been a little relieved that Mitsuri of all people had gotten to you first.

He really wouldn’t have minded if it had been Rengoku or Gyomei. For obvious reasons, Rengoku would be happy to have him stopped by and probably Gyomei too, because it seems like they don’t have a bone to pick with him. Honestly speaking, he wouldn’t have minded Muichiro either, though the boy would have probably forgotten your existence within the day. But any of the others, the thought made his skin crawl for plenty of reasons. Maybe it was because it would have become a hassle, or he would be harassed every time he went to visit you. Yes, it does seem on par with him that might just avoid you so you don’t get verbally assaulted like he does if you were to associate with him. But he was a lonely, pathetic man who was enamored with you at first glance the minute you showed up out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens that the stars had aligned so nicely for him – even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

His only issue with the arrangement was Obanai. The man had almost butchered him on numerous occasions just for showing up to the Love estate. Even if he wasn’t there for Mitsuri, the Serpent Hashira didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was funny the first few times – it actually wasn’t – but you really couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Obanai was wearing you thin with his commentary. Everytime Giyuu was around, it was like the others just couldn’t help themselves by making a comment insulting the man. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to disrespect a Hashira, especially if four of them were in the room with you, but Giyuu was here to see you, and it was almost like insulting Giyuu was an insult to you for wanting to spend time with him.

Mitsuri was okay with Giyuu coming to visit you, she actually encouraged it. So watching Mitsuri stand behind you while you gave Iguro a piece of your mind was something Giyuu didn’t know he needed to see until then. And maybe he did allow himself to feel a little selfish and smile mentally. He still remembers how Iguro had this look of disdain on his face, simultaneously looking like a scolded child and embarrassed because this was happening in front of Mitsuri.

Giyuu wondered if you caught the look that Obanai and Kaburamaru were giving you – if looks could kill and all that – but that was stupid. You most certainly did and just didn’t care enough. And Giyuu also wonders just what kind of sorcery you have, because he did hear you mention Sanemi by name at some point and now he's not bothering him as much, especially when you are around.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, not like he had ever done anything about it in the past. He never really had the heart to correct anyone in their assumptions of him, he never really thought he had to. Though, that mainly was because he thought he deserved such mistreatment. Regardless, it didn’t matter how he felt about it and himself. If you enjoyed his company that much to defend him, he was going to provide as much of it as you wanted. But there was something about it that made his heart swell a little bit bigger and flooded him with enough warmth that you could have mistaken it as him having a fever.

Now here the two of you were, sitting outside the Water Estate. You both had taken your places by the koi pond Giyuu has. It's so calm and cool. The soft moving of water could be heard every time the wind blew just enough, as well as the sharp sound of water splashing because some fish got too close to the surface.

Giyuu isn’t losing himself as he stares at the pond, watching the fish move around. He finds himself mesmerized though, as you talk. It’s nice, as usual. He likes how you talk and the way you talk. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of hearing you. And he knows that if he glances at you now, even briefly, he wouldn’t be able to look away. You just look so… wonderful. It makes him dizzy. But he has such a weak will to do so, and now he's staring at you. Eyes soft and relaxed. He has never felt so content.

Giyuu doesn’t know if he realizes what kind of situation he is in. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s finally realizing just how much of an effect you have on him. He likes you. He likes you beyond anything in the world. He loves you and everything about you.

You don't notice him staring. You’re too busy weaving the crochet hook in and out of your craft. You make it look so effortless. So enjoyable. And you seem so happy crocheting away as you speak. The way you talk and do it at the same time, you're so smart. You have to be. And Giyuu can’t help but hope you don’t look up. You’re as mesmerized with your work as he is with you. He would die though, if you caught him. The thought makes him sweat almost, being so close to you like this. His hands are clammy, and he's never been this nervous.

Yeah, he definitely has it bad for you. And for the first time in a while, even despite his nerves, he found the corners of his lips curling upwards, in a soft and timid smile. He averts his eyes, almost to gather his bearings, but that isn't enough. The subtle flush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him. But he couldn’t be more delighted.

thank you for reading !! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

I'm In Love With An E-Boy ❤

[He/him pronouns]

[2200+ words]

Description: You started off on Tiktok, getting famous for your e-boy aesthetic. How were you supposed to know that humming would lead to meeting an infamous streamer and musician. (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

You started dressing like an e-boy for a friend's TikTok. They were dressing your entire friend group in different styles and she had chosen the one outfit you had dreaded.

Admittedly, it looked good on you. And apparently, 556k people agreed. So you wore the outfit a few more times, and then a few times turned into buying more outfits and showing them off on TikTok.

Now, months later, your name was synonymous with e-boy. You hummed a random tune under your breath, a song your flatmate Candi, the person who made your brand, has been blasting for the last week. You fix your collar and look over at your Twitch chat.

Streaming was a new development, but your fans took to the content eagerly. Chat was asking about what you were humming as you tapped your painted nails against your desk. "Dunno the name but it's by some guy named Wilbur Soot."

You laugh as chat goes a mile a second. You vaguely knew Wilbur, especially since Candi was obsessed with their friend group, but it was fun to mess with chat. Brushing some hair back (rip if ur bald) you go through donors and ignore chat's anguish.

"Thank you so much- pff, ppisskink69 for the 5 bomb." You bite back a worse laugh at the name. You've read worse, especially with your background in Tumblr and Wattpad, but usually, you've never had to say them aloud. "I love the name."

You laugh again as chat has a collective breakdown. "Thank you– wow you really took my comment to heart, huh? Thanks, DreamPissKink, for the tier three sub. Super intense Minecraft player, right there chat!"

As you're about to go back to telling chat your story, a dono appears in our wall that catches your eye. "Wilbur Soot with 10$ saying 'I'm in love with an e-boy'. Wow, another Super intense Minecraft Player chat. Can't believe it. Two in 5 minutes."

Even as you joke, you are a bit bashful at the dono. Compliments are a dime a dozen but a love proclamation, even satirical, are rare. At least now you can use that one meme.

'If I had a nickel for every time someone declared their love for me via Wilbur Soot lyrics I'd have 2 nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's strange that it's happened twice.'

"So, Mr Soot is in chat then, eh? Should I give him VIP?" You ask, already aware of what the outcome would be.  A mostly unanimous conclusion of 'yes' with a surprisingly scarce amount of no's. "Alright then, Lover Boy, you're VIP'ed."

He starts with a simple "hi :)" which makes you smile a bit. "Hello to you too. Would chat drop a 'hi smile' for our special guest?"

They listen quickly, your obedient simps.

Wilbur Soot: You are e-boy. Law requires I simp

His name, a dazzling gold etched into your chat alongside a VIP badge and a 2-month sub badge, which surprises you a bit, is next to the stupidest, tad bit sweet reason for his dono message. You force a more relaxed smile, fiddling with your nails as you think of a response.

"Dunno, Lover Boy, you've been subbed an awfully long time." You chuckle a bit, leaning a bit closer to your mic. "You're in her bed but I'm in her Twitch chat? Sounds an awful lot like you're S-I-M-Ping. Is this your way of flirting?"

"I mean, it's a bit odd." You say, leaning back. You pop your knuckle as you talk. "But also sweet. You've impressed me, Lover Boy."

Chat is loving the banter and especially the nickname. It's definitely a new way to stream, one you're not at all used to, but it's so easy to roll off of Wilbur. Usually, you're just talking to chat, switching topics as messages come but now it's just you and Wilbur. You can almost forget chat is even there as you sort through for Wilbur's responses.

"Oh! I have to go soon chat, Wilbur." You tap your nails against your desk softly. Humming his songs loudly, you end stream with promises to continue conversations the next day. "See you soon Lover Boy~!"

You cackle as chat breaks down once again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur Soot (@) WilburSoot

E-boys are ruining my life

         TommyInnit (@)TommyInnit

          Simp

                   Tubbo (@) Tubbo

                    Simp

                            Philza (@) Ph1lzA 

                            Simp

                            +11 OTHER REPLIES

        Tall ppl step on me  (@) Y/U/N

        If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask <3

{《☆》}

You take a long sip from your coke, swiping texts from your brother who was trying to convince you to join one of his TikToks so he could impress a pair of twins who were apparently fans of yours. You ended stream twenty minutes ago but the time seemed to dredge on slowly without Wilbur.

You hum along to another one of Wilbur's songs under your breath. You haven't listened to all of them, though you did have a particular fondness for his YCGMA Album. Candi peeked their head through the door as you were humming. "YN!"

He bounced over, all bubbly energy and caffeine addiction coursing through their veins. "I heard Wilbur Soot was in your chat! How'd you manage that?"

"Dunno mate," You shrug softly, all too used to her unintentionally aggressive wording. "I was just talking about that one time a hammock gave me a panic attack and humming a  bit and he just appeared."

Candi hums sympathetically, brushing some of their fluffy white hair out of their face. "At least now you can simp openly. Ha, simp."

"I called him pretty once." You frown.

"Three times," he corrects. "And on an even better note, Wilbur likes you too! Of course, you were his gay awakening." Candi frowned thoughtfully. "bi awakening?"

"Rude to speculate sexualities," You remind them, standing up with your now empty coke can. "And either way, pretty sure it was a bit."

Candi sighs, thoroughly smitten. "He's dead fit though."

You make a vague noise of agreement, tossing your can in the trash. Your phone buzzes again so you tossed it on your bed, "So, where are we going again?"

Candi started grinning, her hair suddenly reminding you of a mad scientist as she rubbed their hands together. You were a bit disappointed she hadn't started laughing maniacally as thunder rumbled in the background. "It's a surprise, on a need-to-know basis if you will."

"Oh whatever," You playfully scoff. "Let me change and we can go."

Candi nods, humming a soft tune. "I'll feed Kermit before we go." And out they go with a bounce in their step.

{《☆》}

Unsurprisingly, Candi takes you to a sweets cafe. She was notorious in your friend group for always knowing the best cafes. Although that was where his luck ended, she probably had the worst tastes in restaurants, even beating Sam.

"Aren't the seats the comfiest?" They sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"This place is pretty nice." You nod along, pulling your beanie back down a bit. "A tad bit expensive though, innit?"

"I suppose but were good off, enough to splurge a bit." He gives a pointed look at your admittedly expensive Samsung. Those extra hundreds of dollars were worth it though, you had so much storage.

"You're right," You sighed good-naturedly. Then a frankly genius idea hit you. "We could find a way to eat here and cover the cost."

"What-?" The notion hit Candi at the same time. He grinned sharply. "Tiktok?"

You nodded resolutely. "Tiktok."

"And," You added. "We could show off our outfits."

Candi was positively gleeful. "Clout and candy!"

You pulled out your phone and in a quick 15second video showed off the cute cafe and your nice outfits. As views started wracking up, your (F/S) and Candi's milkshake were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," You smiled at the waiter. They smiled back, a cloud of scattered pink dust over their tan face. Maybe another day you would've flirted with them, but damned Wilbur Soot was on your mind.

Think of the devil and he shall tweet

Wilbur Soot (@)Wilbursoot

Replying to (@) Y/U/N

   If you're offering I wouldn't be opposed

Oh, that man will be the death of you. Before you could respond, you get another two notifications from him. A TikTok comment and... a request to message you on Twitter.

46.9k Comments

(@)ogwilbursoot          Following

       Y/N looking fine ngl       36.9k♡

        ^ 129 comments ^

You bite your lip, trying to not show how flustered you were. Unluckily, Candi knew you too well.

"Ooh~ you texting a boy?" Candi giggles. "Although when do you ever go out without me to meet them?"

"As if you're any better."

She nods, "True, too true."

"But— are you texting a boy?" Candi drags out the 'but' on for longer than needed. She made grabby hands for your phone. "C'mon, show your sweetness."

"No, Candi—! I will literally kill you—!" You shriek as they drag their fingers down your side. Uncontrollably, your phone clatters to the floor as you gasp for breath. He swipes it quickly, her eyes widening at the comment.

"See! I was right!" She claps her hands together, your phone on the table, forgotten. You quickly swipe it back. He giggles loudly. It feels like every turns to you. "He's totally into you!"

"Candi." You hiss, a deep sense of shame and embarrassment growing as did your horror. It felt like everyone was watching you. You could hear dissimilar laughter in your ears. As if you were a child again, crying in the playground as bullies made fun of the stupid gay transfer. Against your will, tears prickled the edges of your eyes.

You stand with a difficult deep breath. "I'm going back to the flat."

"Wait, Y/N—," Candi stood too, a growing regret in their eyes. "I didn't... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say before walking out of the cafe. Your phone dings again and all it brings is bile.

{《☆》}

Your moping in bed isn't helping. The sickness clogging your throat isn't going away after watching 2 seasons of The Office.

You get a youtube message of some random video you don't care to watch. As you go to swipe it, you open all your notifications and suddenly you're faced with Wilbur's notifications. It makes your stomach turn with an unknowable emotion.

Hey Y/N

BLOCK OR REPORT

DELETE

ACCEPT

After a second of hesitation, you click accept. You don't know what to say though so you just send a "hey" back.

You:

Hey

Thanks for all the compliments btw

they made my day

im glad!

i did mean all of them

you're like insanely pretty :)

You're making me blush

A cute boy who happens to make music? 

middle school me would be sobbing ngl

you think im cute?

Well uh

Maybe

Oh.

:)

i think ur cute 2

I could tell but hearing you say it is sweet

would you maybe want to talk a bit?

Maybe a date?

Oh :>

Yes, I would love to!

okay then

i should probably go to bed but uh

sweet dreams ♡

You too, Lover Boy

♡

You grin at your phone, Wilbur compliments you once and suddenly your heart is aflutter. pressing your hands to your face, you try to shake off the heat. You can't tell if your face is red/your face can't turn red but the warmth is a bearable torture.

You glance at your door, suddenly aware of your roommate again. You haven't spoken, scared she'd suddenly decided she hated you. But things have been going well for you so...

Your door creaked open unsettlingly loud. Slowly, you crept outside. Your living room was empty, but blankets were spread over the couch so you knew he was close.

You wandered to the kitchen, looking for Candi before you wandered to the fridge. Your (F/S) was sitting there, hardly touched. Candi must've brought it back...

'Y/N?" Candi called out hesitantly. Your best friend looked exhausted, small bags under her eyes as she stood at the doorway in oversized Star Wars merch you bought her for her birthday. "You're here."

You hadn't even heard him walk in, or even a door open. They threw themselves at you, clutching your sweater tightly as they shake horribly. "Are you okay? I—I've been so worried and I'm so, so sorry!"

"Candi..." You sniff loudly as Candi holds you tighter. Her presence comforts you just by being with you. It makes you feel dumb for avoiding him. "It's okay. You didn't mean to."

"I still made you cry. I hurt you, Y/N." Candi pulls back, still close to you but enough so that she can wipe her tears. You know how much Candi hates hurting people, unspoken trauma led her to a gentle disposition even if her wording lacked much to be desired. "I'm so, so sorry for hurting you, sweetpea."

The nickname was sugary sweet, it usually made you fake groan especially since you had a naturally emo style as a teen when you met her and hated it just as much. But now it just warmed your heart.

Candi was like family to you and as she pulled you into another hug, you were glad she was who she was. Candi was a part of you, a piece of your heart. Without her, you'd probably have gone back to your hometown after university and been stuck there forever.

"Wanna watch The Office?" You ask in lieu of more soft, mushy, emotions.

"Of course I would, sweetpea."

{《☆》}

Tall ppl step on me (@) Y/U/N

TFW a tall person actually offers to step on you... (@) WilburSoot <333

{《☆》}

[I wrote this all out by hand... I hate myself and also I'm prepared to fight God.]

[I recently rewrote the entire outline for Distance and I realized that the only thing that can stop me is God or my own willpower and I ran out of coffee a week ago. Time to get rid of God once and for all.]

[My Dream Merch is really comfy and i got a lotta compliments. The 25 mil merch is pretty pog tho so :p]

[EDIT: I FORGOT THE TAGS ATSIGSHGAKF]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Remade 2 of them. And then I made Fundy's! Time to do more work on the actual writing more sadge

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

Bloody Lovers ❤

(1100+ words)

(They/Them Pronouns)

Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)

(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.

Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.

A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.

So unlike a hero.

It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.

Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.

You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.

{《☆》}

They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.

You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.

If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.

"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.

You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.

Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.

Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.

Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.

Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.

You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.

And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.

"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."

"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"

"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.

{《☆》}

Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.

To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.

"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.

You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.

You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.

You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.

Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.

Release him. See if he comes back.

It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.

Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.

{《☆》}

[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

Ghostie 💜

(They/them pronouns)

(400+ words)

Description: You wake up and try to find Wilbur. Along the way you stop the pub(e) from burning down. (Wilbur soot x reader)

Whether you take it platonic or romantic is up to you.

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

You roll yourself up into a ball. The light pink blankets pool around you, making the empty space more obvious. Wilbur always got up early, working on his pub. (You refused to call it pube.)

Your shulker shells float around you, making a quiet little whirrr noise. You stand up, stretching your arms over your head. The window curtains are still shut, they always need to be when you live with a phantom.

The floor isn't cold, thank goodness. You don't think you'd be mentally prepared to deal with cold and not just break into tears. You pull one of Wilbur's sweaters over your head and yes, it is a bit too big for you. It hangs around your mid-thigh, the yellow contrasting the light pink of your bunny pajama pants.

As you step outside, you frown at the sky. The sun isn't bright today, mostly hidden by the clouds and yet it's still so warm out here. You don't like it when it's warm, but it's better than the cold. You wanted cuddles no matter that.

You start climbing the ladder, not taking a glance back. Wilbur would probably be up here, talking with someone about one thing or another. He was such an avid talker, as much as he bullied Tommy for that.

In fact, those two were far similar than they like to admit. As you entered the pub, you were met with two devils.

"TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

"GOD CANT SAVE YOU NOW!" Tommy cackled, maniacally spreading his arms as a small fire ate away at the wood.

Sighing, you muttered griviences. "They're lucky I love them." You started putting out the fire as Tommy and Wilbur argued. When they turned back to the fire, it was just you placing blocks back and ignoring their squabble.

"Aww," Tommy pouted. "I wanted it all to burn down..."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm so glad that I have someone on my side here."

You shook your head. "Tommy. We can go burn down someone else's house. Let Wilbur keep the pub."

Wilbur was about to argue before deciding it was the better of two evils. Tommy excitedly raced up to you, eagerly talking about everything you could burn down. Glancing back at Wilbur, you winked.

Wilbur mouthed a thank you and turned back to whatever he was doing in the first place. Your little ghostie better be grateful.

Oh well. You suppose arson was just as good as cuddles.

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[This is short because I made it a while ago when I was busy. But it's something. If you want I might post an xDream in an hour, idc]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

🫠 Omni-Man Is My Jam. Drabble.

(Short drabble thingie while sleep deprived celebrating my incoming birthday, 200+ words,🫡 while I finish up some of my other fics, ready to explode. If you're feeling generous, here's my kofi.)

Omni–Man:

Long hard day of work or doing nothing, you lay on your bed to catch up on some much needed down time with yourself and phone before Omni–man invites himself in through your ever-forgetful window. The persistent viltrumite you can never get rid of even when you want to.

What does he say to that? from MK1, "I can hold my breath for weeks."

So it's no surprise when you're the one gasping for air, one hand desperately clinging onto your pillow for dear life to not blackout from the sequence of eye-rolling orgasms, the other with fingers digging deep into his short hair as he stays determined and hyperfocus on eating the sweet little pleasure between your trembling thighs caught in his strong beefy hands. You definitely blacked out after the 5th or was it 9th orgasm?

When you awoke at midnight, it wasn't to peace. Omni–man never seemed to take a break, almost threatening with an infinite amount of energy and stamina as he loomed over you, your legs draped over his mountainous shoulders. "I'm going to demolish this pussy." And he meant it in every soul punching thrust, increasing in intensity.

And when he finally calls it a night… Oh you could only twitch in response, dazed and gaping in many ways than one as he chuckled, throwing a lazy blanket barely covering the mess he made of you before flying out in an instant.

His message on your phone blinkied in the darkness: 'Be prepared for next time, pet.'

🐸 Prince Naveen x Female Reader (NSFW) 🚩 (smut)

💃Happy marital life after the wedding~

▪︎Words: 2110

▪︎Warnings: Teasing, Cunninglingus, Naveen going down on reader on the dinnertable.

😭💕 Wrote this two weeks ago, I'm getting more comfortable with smut writing. Hope y'all enjoy! This is my second instalment of the 'Disney x reader' series 😁 first was Prince Philip. Please enjoy!

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Cooking is a part of your love language, anything to do with taking good care of your loved ones never tires you out.

Firmly handling a long wooden spoon, you swirled through a bubbling pot of gumbo, nice and slow in the thick stew. The rich meaty mixed vegetables flavor filled the entire kitchen, every breath you'd take in would be a delicious meal as you hummed a jazz tune to yourself. 

Even from afar, there was a lovely shine on your slightly sweaty skin casted down from the golden crystal lights fixed to the ceiling. Popping your hips out to every few beats of the boiling pot you continuously stirred. Oh, you couldn't wait to eat right after your husband comes back from his music band, dinner always tasted better with a loved one. 

.   .   .

Click. 

Right on time, you heard the soft thud of the front door knob opening and a faint scuffle of shoes being taken off. At that familiar sound, a happy tingly feeling rose from your stomach, not just because you were starting to feel a little peckish but you were looking forward to seeing someone...

A pair of muffled footsteps led towards the kitchen and gave you a lovely surprise.

Hearing a low melodic whistle from behind, you instantly smile and throw back a glance over your shoulder. "Oh you're absolutely glowing, my evangeline. Glowing!" Naveen said enthusiastically, leaning his side against the doorway, his sparkling teeth and wide smile never failing to lift the tiredness within you from a good day's work, his princely presence alone cheering your spirits.

Your lips spread into a loving warm smile as a chuckle rose out of you. "Why thank you, Naveen, you're looking more handsome than usual." And goodness gracious he really was, wearing sleek long pants with that favourite white polo shirt of his, the sleeved clumsily rolled up at the elbows and revealing his firm arms crossed over each other. Emphasizing the muscles there, like he was barely containing himself from springing his arms around you. 

"Of course, of course. It is both a burden and a treat to be as unbelievably handsome as I am~" He eagerly ran a hand through his luscious hair and kept it behind his head, posing unashamedly for your eyes. Never failing to reel chuckles and laughter out of you, anytime and any day.

“Uh huh, right. It must be so hard for you, baby.”

He nodded in an exaggerating fashion. "It IS very hard to have a beautiful person such as yourself by my side…” His eyes shut as he loudly breathed in the air, pausing dramatically. “Mmmmm, it smells delicious… Absolutely divine." His eyes reopened and stayed on you like a target, hardly sparing a glance to your side where the stew you cooked was. "Why don't we get comfortable and…” 

“-And miss out on dinner? Naveen, we best keep our stomachs full before anything else.” You lightly said, a scolding tone as you shook your head for good measure at his teasing expression. 

Putting down the wooden spoon on a plate, you heard a deep, almost mischievous chuckle. 

"Oh, I know a way to get full…" 

As if he couldn't wait any longer, Naveen gleefully leapt and wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you off your feet with little effort as you yelped being brought out of the kitchen, his grip slightly crushing your breasts and you grumbled when your toes barely grazed the ground. 

Like a floating water lily unable to move as easily against rippling water, you felt like you were floating as he carried you onto the dining table. 

"Naveen–" Before any protest could come out of your mouth, his lips mashed into yours and sent your body an explosion of tingles to course through.

Not wanting to fall, you had your hands propped behind you on the table surface and continued the harmonic kiss as his warm firm hands fondled the fleshiness of your thighs for his own pleasure. Inching higher and higher towards your hips, massaging gently as his hands dipped underneath the elastics of your underwear and tugged downwards.

Any and all protest disappeared from your mind when a breeze flowed by as your underwear was gone, and you heard a slip of fabric followed by an undone belt falling to the floor. 

"I've been looking forward to this meal, princess." His mouth latched to the sensitive nub, with little pressure at first while his fingers rubbed and probed around your vulva in lazy circles to get you worked up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer for better pleasure.

And it was working.

Round and round your labia, working up a slow rhythm that build up a delicious heat in your tightening core, but his chuckles added a cherry on top vibration onto that

It didn't take long with the help of his fingertips, like the skilled musician that he is, played you like a fiddle to spur on your release, your tensed thighs relaxing around his head, an audible sigh of relief letting out from you.

Wow…

"So, how was it, (Name)?" 

A slightly sweatier Naveen smirked sweetly up at you, breathing a little heavier, his long tongue running over his glistening wet lips in a smug fashion as if he was savoring your taste and to get a reaction out of you.  

You wheezed out an answer with a dazed smile, weakly rolling your eyes at his display, trying to glance down to his handsome face in a pearly sheen from the sweat. 

"Very… Very satisfied." 

That would be enough for a long while until the next time you'll make love with him.

"Then I'm about to do it again," his happy response was swift like his readied tongue when he dove back down in between your thighs, to your dripping entrance, continuing his expert strokes and rapid flicks on your vulva. 

Hardly appearing to be exhausted though you were sure his jaw would've been sore and aching now as his flicking tongue twisted and turned in so many different angles you never knew was possible, worked another explosive orgasm out of you. 

 Your curling toes, calves tensed as he never stopped his tired tongue from lapping up your juices. 

"Ah. I-I already came," half-mewls kept slipping from your lips. "You can rest," you breathed hard and heavy and called out to the head deep in-between your thighs, your fingers interlaced with his dark locks of hair tugging a little to get his attention. "Naveen!"

"I'll stop once you've begged for more~" Now that isn’t fair, that logic of his never helps you at all and he knows that! What a greedy prince.

"Please, don't give me more," you gasped at his sped up tonguing, like adding firewood to a burning furnace. He kept firing you up.

"Naveen! I won't kiss you today if you don't take a break," you grumbled a warning, sweating like rain, meaning every word you said.

Hearing you, he paused, cool puffs of breath closely fanning over your slit and making you twitch but giving you a chance to take in a proper deep breath. 

"Fine by me, princess– I'll just kiss your other lips, they look more lonely." The pounding in your chest intensified as your hands clenched onto the table edge, mentally you weren't prepared for his determination in peppering you in ravenous affection.

His tongue resumed drawing all over your intimates, specially licking up any essence of your obvious arousal glistening under the chandelier lights like a pearl.

"From my glorious time being a frog, I have learned to never underestimate what nature can teach you." He added before lowering his entire face down, your hips involuntarily jolting at feeling the sudden pleasures multiplying the second his lips began to kiss your very clit, no doubt swollen from his previous workings.

Almost making you feel jealous of your own…. Self. 

Then came his tongue. Oh gosh, his tongue! 

It penetrated your stickiness, lava hot, made you squirm involuntarily on the edge of the dinner table. Twisting and turning inside of you skillfully, inch by inch, scissoring you while his fingers prodded around your labia teasingly like he didn't know what to do.

Pleasurable torture is the only way you could describe it as you breathed in through gritted teeth, eyes barely focusing on the chandelier above, your shaky hand pulling onto a tuff of his hair gently.

Every time you even tried to move away from his tongue, his other hand slipped around your waist and secured you in place while his silken tongue kept dancing along your inner walls, his soft lips brushing against your lower ones.

He was french kissing you in another way, gosh. And you were so weak to him.

Finally, your whole body froze and shuddered as you climaxed, locking Naveen's face against your slick for a few seconds until your limbs slackened. 

A quiet gasp for air came from below you before a small burst of laughter came.

Both of you needed a moment to breathe deeply, your face flushed in a light sheen of sweat, which was laughable in comparison to Naveen's overly pleased smirk as he rose to his feet, his chest equally as heaving as yours. 

Another comfortable moment passed by.

I… really appreciated it. You didn't have to do this so soon, Naveen…" You caressed his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing his cheekbone, watching the warm dark skin turn shades darker beneath... And your wetness shining around his mouth.

He smiled in full satisfaction and leaned into your touch, his blushing never gets old, you knew he really was a sucker for compliments especially from you. "But I really enjoyed it, thank you, honey."

"Oh believe me, it was my pleasure, darling." Yeah you believed him, a certain hard poke at your thigh from below his waistband reminded you that it's going to be your turn to satisfy him.

"Well, It's about time I give you a reward," you smiled wide teasingly, slowly unbuttoning your shirt underneath the apron, his eyes sparkled, you could almost hear his anticipating excitement, following every inch of exposed skin before your apron blocked him. "But first, dinner. I made some good o' gumbo, and we should eat it while it's piping hot." You said smoothly, pushing yourself off the table and stabilizing on wobbly legs.

Naveen laughed out hard and rubbed his belly, joking. "I think I've already eaten plenty—" Oh the gull on this man.

"—Oh no you don't, fun comes later, I will not let you be with an empty stomach no matter how 'full' you say you are. Now come on, honey." You gently cut him off with reddened cheeks, shaking your head in disapproval at him. "There will be no skipping dinner while I'm here, not on my watch." 

He jokingly rolled his eyes when you placed a hand on his hard chest and lightly pushed him for you so you'd be able to get unstuck between him and the dinning table. 

Smiling, he let you push him to the side as you sauntered into the kitchen, him naturally following you to provide some help in bringing out the plates and utensils to the table. Teamwork always sped things up.

Using two hand towels to grab the hot handles of the still boiling pot, you heaved it onto a pre-prepared thick cloth on the dining table. Naveen already set up the soup bowls for both you and him, large plates and tall glasses for water. All that's left was to bring out the fluffy rice and dinner would be served at last.

Out of nowhere, your husband nervously blurted out as you were about to sit down. "I love you, my princess, I adore you." His glimmering eyes seemed to stare straight into your soul and captured your love all over again.

You paused mid-way and smiled lovingly, "I'd say the same in a heartbeat if I wasn't starving, but I do too. I love you, Naveen." 

And just like that, both you and him leaned in over the dining table and kissed briefly... Which turns into one long smooch, leading to three then the loud rumbling of his stomach interrupted the moment right on cue. He sheepishly grinned, "guess I'd better eat before loving."

"My stomach agrees," you giggled, the powerful smell of the gumbo stew making your mouth salivate, and you weren't the only one, looking at Naveen eyeing the soup across from you. 

Dinner that evening was a lovely overflow of laughter, praises, conversations and much later a lot of fun loving. 

Can you do yandere version male Wednesday?please 0w0

'Love goes by harps; Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.' - Shakespeare.

🎨 ART BY: Jose_arrt (youtube)

Words: 3750 Warnings/Triggers: Spoiler friendly to the show, Wednesday is creepier and a soft yandere. Source: Wednesday (2022 Netflix)

Note: 👀 I'm still not open to requests guys (still on unpredictable holiday with family) but life has exceptions and I found this to be interesting plus I wanted to try out a new format so hope everyone likes it! A yandere, genderbent Wednesday Addams! Enjoy!! merry Christmas to all! AND HAPPY NEW YEARRR, Blessings are coming, endure through the bad times for the bestest time to come!

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•NEVERMORE ACADEMY•

"Just because Nevermore's a school for outcasts doesn't mean we got to dress like one," snorted a fellow social cliche member.

Your group sounded in agreement whereas you zipped up, blood rushing to your cheeks, turning around fast to catch a glimpse of who they were talking about.

The new boy. Him.

His skin corpse-pale, a daunting unchanging expression like the permanent state of a withered tree, dressed in a sophisticated all black attire. Wednesday Addams, the outcast of outcasts, befitting all qualities that made of him.

A boy full of woe who, always seemed to be unblinking his obsidian eyes, would glance over at you (an amount of times far exceeding what would be a 'coincidence' but that's what you were hoping to believe) during strolls around Nevermore's campus.

Ah- He turned away from you, his attention shifted to his side where a well-known bubbly blonde werewolf took place, Enid. They started talking, one louder than the other, Wednesday's unanimated face seemed unamused at the cheery flurry of expressions on Enid's. They were a contrasting duo but a match for sure, though you couldn't help feeling disappointed at the short eye-contact you had with him.

Why couldn't he just look at you a few more times with his killer gaze, oh right– you were in the middle of a group. . .

Can't be helped then, you sighed to yourself amidst your friends' laughter and peevish jokes, returning to previous conversations with them again.

Unbeknownst to you, from afar, Wednesday flickered his dark eyes towards your smiling figure among others, all the while listening to Enid's cheerful attempts at convincing him to spend more time together.

"Hellooo, Wednesday?" Enid waved a hand speedily Infront of his face, "did your mind wander off somewhere–"

"–I'm thinking of how much force it takes to poke an eye out." Wednesday curtly says, his head turned slightly towards a particular group. Enid worriedly asked, "you mean it in a friendly way, right?" "Depends."

Silence ensued between the two until Enid noticed Wednesday's unceasing stare at. . . You. "Oooooh were you looking for someone? Wednesday–"

"I don't recall ever doing that," Wednesday instantly shut Enid's teasing tone down, "let's keep moving." Unaware of the playful side-eye Enid was giving him, Wednesday continued his walk forwards. Sometimes Enid can't help but think Wednesday Addams needed some time to understand his own hidden emotions before they take control.

. . . It took weeks of the back and forth staring between you and him, until one day Wednesday surprised you out of the shadows, confronting you after you had abandoned your side of the staring game.

Who wouldn't give up if they were in your place, after hearing so many unflattering rumours about Wednesday- you stopped trying to even befriend him. There was no way you were compatible with him considering his stoic nature. . . That was what you had thought until you were facing him in the almost empty hallway.

"W- Wednesday Addams," you greeted in a shaky voice, body frozen. Heart booming threateningly against your ribs and pushing up your throat to spill out all your feelings for him. But it's too soon.

"(Name)," he said his usual graceful deadpan. Wait how did he even know your name, does this mean he noticed you- Oh right, you were in the same classes as him. . .

Your fleeting hopes were revived when he spoke up again, this time much more tensed like he was being interrogated by you and had no choice but to speak. Even though you were silent and quaking in your boots at just a heart racing glance of his lifeless- good looking face.

"I enjoyed being disliked by people. . ." He stepped a foot closer to yours, "naturally, it's what I'm accustomed to. I welcome it even."

Oh my god, he was getting closer, you could almost see the emotion (though it could've been in your imagination) sparkling in his pupil-less black eyes, the slightly messy yet perfectly neat formation of his stiff yet soft-looking hair.

He paused for a moment to intimidatingly scan your face for any twitches of emotion (at least that was your assumption). "–But the thought of you joining the others in avoiding me, I found that to be distinctly displeasing."

Wait what– You weren't exactly paying alot of attention to his words but the cadence of his voice you've barely gotten to hear much. What was he trying to say? But you didn't want to look dumb so you just hummed acknowledging.

You swallowed down the incoming compliments worming their way up your throat and squeaked out a, "I-I see."

Wednesday continued standing Infront of you, waiting? No that's not possible. . . Could he be waiting for you to say something else? Did he have a problem with you? You hoped not.

Ah you smacked all those other thoughts out before smiling nervously. His eyes narrowed menacingly at your smile but you found this new expression to be cute.

"T-that's good to know," you bit down on the nerve-wracking stutters from embarrassing you Infront of him. Of course you've noticed how slightly annoyed he would look when people expressed their likeness for him so that's why you never made the first move. Ever. Even when you wanted to. .

Wednesday tilted his head, the smallest movement under his brow covered bangs, "Is it?"

Wait, was he asking a rhetorical question⁉️ Ah, you can't think of anything else to say anymore with that stubbornly shivering heart of yours in his presence.

Enthusiastically you nodded, reassuring him without a clue in your head about what he was trying to say. . . Wait.

Holy, wow, was this a love confession? You stared dreamily into his wide eyes, maybe, just maybe, this whole interaction is a prank (as unlikely as it sounds coming from an Addams) even if your heart was shuddering a mile a minute. Hoping for something to happen.

"I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, looking perplexed by his own words which made you confused. Then why did he go out of his way to talk to you? (Oh no, don't you dare get your hopes up again.)

"It's al-alright, Wednesda- day." You hoped he wouldn't mind you saying his name casually, "I um, need to go back to my dorm. . ." Ugh, that wasn't what you were planning to say. . . So lame.

"Go on," he nodded and retracted his step, giving you more space to freely move. Still your heart won't calm down but thankfully you had more space to take in a full breath.

Just as you were about to bid him farewell, he turned his body towards the direction of your dormitory. "After you, (Name)."

He seemed to want escort you back to your room, how gentlemanly. You never expected to have the chance to interact with him this much.

"Mmhmm," was all you could muster up when you started walking. Slowly, alongside Wednesday's curt strides.

A flutter kickstarted your heart once again into beating fast as you side glanced him, expressionless yet calm. Maybe he likes you but even if he didn't, you found his company to nicer than anyone else's.

After accompanying you to your room and you waving an essatic goodbye at him. Wednesday Addams that night was left very peculiarly somber, lying on his back and for once- enduring the excited chatter of his roommate without interrupting him.

He didn't think it natural to have thoughts of you in his head. Maybe it was a vision. But his brain told him a vision only appears once yet your face and voice was drawn in clear memory and repeated in his mind like a torturous echo.

How unusual. And not the good kind. He had barely slept that night and concluded it was entirely your fault. And you should be held responsible for disturbing him even when you did nothing but exist.

•THE SECOND ENCOUNTER• Was he always socially awkward? If so, you hadn't noticed it even after staring at him numerous times from a distance. Now that he was Infront of you, facing you directly with elegant poise, your brain froze all it's functions again.

Dot. Dot. What a pleasant silence.

"Is staring all you're capable of?" He finally said, his flat voice devoid of any emotion sounded like music to your ears. Though it could've been your imagination, he didn't seem as tense with you as the first time you met him.

Maybe you were growing on him? That thought made you smile at ease and brought his gaze for a split second down to your lips like he was observing something fascinating or strange.

"What else can I do other than st- stare?" You took this as an opportunity to be playful, hopefully this will make him see you as a friend.

Wednesday then blinked- wait did he just blink? You hardly noticed the smallest shutter of his eyes and the tiniest lift in his lip corners when he looked somewhere else for a second. "Have you seen this before? It's called a mouth," he flickered his eyes at yours as if to make a point. A very interesting, lingering point.

"Thanks for the reminder, We- Wednesday." You smiled, enjoying the mildly friendly banter with him that's becoming a usual routine. Progress is still progress regardless!

"No need to thank me for what's obvious." He stated, a handsome calmness in his blank face. He's right.

Some students walked by the two of you while others shoved their way through and accidentally pushed Wednesday into you. His hard chest bumped against yours for a moment while you stood there dumbfounded, barely hearing the person's apology when warmth was spreading across your skin. Wow.

"I-I uh think I should get going. . ." Flustered, you averted looking directly at him, conscious of his now widened stare.

Not a word left his slightly parted lips when you quickly moved away and ran off towards your dorm, heart pittering wildly inside you. His large eyes unceasing to follow your form until you disappeared into the halls, as if something possessed him in that nick of time.

Wednesday was then forced to acknowledge for once in his life, emotions were even complicated than they seemed. As you had a strange effect on him and he was no longer certain if that was a bad thing.

Maybe his roommate might have the answer? . . If he could only catch him for a moment.

•LAST FATAL ENCOUNTER • Only fools would deny the existence of their own emotions even when oblivious to revealing them. Wednesday was no fool, further from it actually. Until meeting you, that is.

Never had he felt more foolish in the entirety of his life than to walk away from you– Well, the place where you and him had talked before you'd usually depart in flustering steps like a slippery squid.

An adorable squid.

A happy shriek erupted from his side, at the other side of the half-light half-dark shared bedroom. "I'm so super excited!!! Me and Ajex are going out on a picnic date!! We are celebrating our three weeks anniversary!! Wish me luck guys!"

"Good for you." Wednesday nods slightly while Thing high fives Enid mid air.

"Aw Thanks Thing! Wednesday- do you have any plans for today?" Enid asked, dusting himself off.

"None whatsoever, except for maybe deciphering some poetry left behind by–"

"Oh my gosh! Ajex just texted me!! I got to run, see you later Wednesday! Thing!" The door slammed after Enid's hyperexcitment and never made a sound again in the brooding silence.

Right. There was nothing else to do on a Saturday when all the mysteries so far in Nevermore academy have been solved or have cold trails. Nothing could ever bore Wednesday, or so he thinks, so he set off to continue working his poetry while Thing disappeared somewhere for their lotion reapplication or beautification something. . .

Everybody else had gone on their own adventures and Wednesday expected nothing more to happen. . .

So imagine his blank surprise (and supreme shock) when around midnight, you showed up at his dorm room, oddly overwhelming his peripheral and senses just by standing warmly and close. Yet somehow he allowed you inside fast after you just barely greeted him since. . . None of you wanted to get in trouble.

"Why are you here," he asked as you tried to maneuver around him and the closed door before he boxed you into the corner.

Forcing you to lift your head to meet his very close dark eyes peering into your soul. Like they can see everything. In that moment you froze, not knowing how to act around him when there was enough distance between his body and yours to feel his warmth.

There was a tension that never went away and was growing by the second as his proximity to yours lost itself in your mind. "I just wanted to see y-you," you stammered out softly, admiring his casual clothes, all-black of course.

"Is that all?" Wait, was he expecting to hear something else?

All you could hear in your ears was the rapid beating of your heart and the small movement of Wednesday's purplish lips. Oh shoot he said something and you didn't pay attention!!!

Dazed, you nervously smiled at him and pretended like you heard him. Maybe he asked how your day went? But you swear you saw the word 'love' for a second. There's no way he confessed his love to you so what did he ask?!

You went silent, too shy to ask him to repeat himself.

He cracked a bit of a smile that left you breathless as you admired it. "You won't be leaving until you give me a concise answer."

"T-To what?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Until then, you are stuck here, (Name)." True to his words, even when you tried to sneakily twist the doorknob behind you– you found it absolutely stubborn to turn. As if somebody on the other side was holding the door tightly with their life or. . . It just happened to be broken.

"Uh, yes?"

"(Name), are you certain that's your answer?" He said lowly, his voice deepening along every word.

"Y-yes!" Truthfully you had no idea what the heck were you even saying yes to but it was even more dangerous if Wednesday was serious about keeping you here in his dorm room.

The thrill of this secretive meeting excited you but the threat of detention and worse, expulsion, loomed over you the longer you stayed with him.

"Good answer." He seemed to be in a better (you think) mood- "Any other word out of your mouth would've cost you an arm and a leg, (Name)."

Awkwardly you laughed, already used to Wednesday's endearing yet morbid choice of speech but something about this time in your gut dropped like it was warning you to start escaping. From him.

He can't be serious, right. . .

"I wouldn't want to trouble you, Wednesday," you lightly played along. Your heart thumping louder and bare for him to hear if he ever chose to draw near and dissect all the emotions you felt for him.

"You couldn't trouble me even if you tried."

"Um- Wednesday," you pressed yourself against the door and stared up into his almost soulless eyes, "what would actually happen, if, hypothetically speaking, I said no?" Hopefully in this roundabout way you can find out what question he asked you.

"I would have tied and locked you in this room for the rest of the remaining semesters, then relocate you to a remote island where there's no internet access and no possibility of contacting any person except for me." He stepped even closer, "you'll be driven insane until you'd have only one person to depend on, for all your needs including mental and emotional. Me."

You could only breathe in short puffs at this point. Because somewhere along the dangerous lines he spoke, your legs began shivering like you were in a snow-storm yet the only cold thing around you was. . . Him.

"O-okay." A weak response. Your brain stopped functioning a while ago after memorizing every curve of his handsome pale face.

And. . . The more you stared at him, the closer his eyes seem to get. . . There were specks of brown in those eyes, like pieces of stone decorating his pupil in a. . . Soft. You felt something soft press against your lips and closed your eyes, succumbing to Wednesday's wicked plans.

You were doomed the moment you decided it was a good idea to go to his room. Nothing good ever came with a midnight sneaking, maybe except for this kiss. . . .

These little interactions never ceased to bore him for some odd reason. But he was certain now that you were definitely the reason.

Every morning and night, he found himself thinking of you regardless of whatever he was in the middle of doing. An inconvenience you'd have to have responsibility for, and oh he'd made sure, for a long long time you would pay the price unbeknownst to you.

You don't know how but in that same year you met Wednesday, you ended up engaged and married on the spot near the town's abandoned cemetery after misunderstanding his sudden asking for your help. Turns out, you were the fool this whole time for trusting him.

Now you were an Addams with no way back, wearing a white gold ring that seemed to tighten every time you strayed away from his side.

🥺I wrote the first chapter!! TPOF Derek x reader ♡ Bless yall

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Dumb B*tch Syndrome - Derek Goffard x Female Reader - Chapter 1: Forgive me.

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Love is a Waste of Time

Kalim Al-Asim x GN!Reader

Happy Birthday to my love, Kalim! Hopefully it's enjoyable!

Synopsis: Kalim's strange new habits confuse him. Why is he so inclined on everything that is you? Is he sick!? Or maybe it's a curse? After a night of crestfallen sobbing, Jamil finds poor Kalim in such a state- in need of guidance. After said guidance, Kalim know's what he suffers from is not a disease but love- love for you. How will Kalim confess- will you even accept? After all, "love is a waste of time."

TW: None, just fluff! + bonding with Jamil (!?)

Crimson eyes bore at you once more, hoping you don't catch the culprit as he peers at what you're doing. He doesn't understand why he's so inclined on looking at you- simply staring. Useless, that's what it is. He's not getting any work done nor is he even speaking to you. What's the point? He doesn't know, yet, he still gapes at you. He doesn't know why he's content with just looking at you.

When he finally gets the chance to speak to you, he simply listens. Eyes wide at what you're saying- such interest in whatever dumb topic you've brought up. You're sure no one else would so vividly attentive to what you have to say- endearing, that's what he is.

He ignores his work to listen in to your conversations- who are you talking to and what you like talking about. His attention constantly wavers when you're there; he can't help it. He doesn't understand why. He follows you around, clumsy steps after yours. He hopes you'll allow him to tag along, he means no harm. He doesn't even know why he's so inclined on following you.

A soft blush coats his face- frustration. What's happening to to him? Is he sick? Did he catch the flu? Does he have a disease?

The disease he suffers from, has your name.

Soft tears pool in his eyes- what if he's been cursed? He looks around his room, silken sheets draped across him as he sobs in silence. It's something so stupid too; how is he supposed to ask doctors to cure him when he's so shy to speak up? He doesn't know why he's shy, his milky hair tousled as his hands rake through it in confusion.

A knock on his door wakes him up from his pondering thoughts. Jamil opens the door carrying a glass of water, the same observant look in his eyes. Kalim quickly wipes his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Jamil, it's you.." He says a sigh of relief following after his words. He thanks Jamil for the water as he urges him to take a seat right next to him.

"Kalim, something's up- don't try to lie." Jamil says as he takes a seat on the edge of Kalim's bed. It was unusual seeing the sunshine boy be so glum. As much as Jamil liked the idea of Kalim toning himself down, he didn't find the current Kalim appeasing.

"Jamil, I have request- if you don't mind." Kalim says, ruby eyes peering up at Jamil with a helpless gleam.

"Go on Kalim- if it's about ordering elephants for next week's party then it's a "no". We can't order those elephant's again, they caused quite a ruckus last-"

Jamil was cut off by a panicked Kalim. "No, no! Don't worry it's not that.." Kalim said, a certain innocence in his voice. Jamil was confused by his current demure disposition.

"I- it's about someone. You know the prefect, right?" He asked, a bashful expression coating his face. Jamil simply nodded, a hand running through his braided hair.

"I think i have a disease or a curse related to them. They're in my head, constantly. When I sleep, they're in my dreams and when I wake up they are the first thing I see. I want to speak to them but for some reason the words don't come out of my mouth- it frustrates me. My face feels warm when they're near me and my stomach- my stomach seems to have monkeys dancing in them! Have I been cursed!? Or have they been cursed? Can we save them?" He blurted out, his thoughts escalating to various heights. Truly an overthinker.

Jamil sighed after Kalim's monologue- this was bound to happen one day but Jamil never expected Kalim's love to be reminiscent of a puppy's.

"Kalim, before you say it- no, you nor the prefect will die. You haven't been cursed either and neither have they." Jamil sighed after speaking, his hands traveling to caress his forehead.

"Then!? What else could it be?" Kalim asked, concern and confusion etched on his face. "No, don't say it- it's a disease, isn't it?" Kalim spoke up in panic, his hands covering his ears to block out what Jamil had to say.

"Kalim you're in love." Jamil said, an air of blasé surrounding him as he removed Kalim's hands from his ears. Kalim was wide-eyed at Jamil's answer, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face as if he was still comprehending what he had been told.

"Kalim, did you hear me? You're in love." Restated Jamil while looking at him Kalim with certainty.

"I'm in love...?" He asked himself before pausing- his movement reduced to zero. He blinked a few time before a large Cheshire grin plastered across his face.

"Ha! Why didn't I think of that? It was so simple- I'm in love!" He exclaimed, a hum of content following suit. Kalim clung onto Jamil in delight desperately thanking Jamil for his words of wisdom. Jamil simply pat Kalim's back before leaving the boy to his thoughts.

That night Kalim was content- truly, he was lucky to love someone like you. It was an honor.

Then, he begun the same routine once more- to peer at you as sneakily possible, to listen to you ramble on and on as he took notes of your likes, and to follow where you went in hopes of having your attention solely on him. Such a tiring routine.

Sometimes he wondered how you felt- was it truly okay for him to follow you around? He hoped he wasn't being clingy- a nuisance.

It was strange for you to have him follow you- you didn't mind. The little gifts he'd send were over-the-top but they made you smile, although you returned most of them due to how pricey they were. The way he'd listen so wholeheartedly to whatever you had to say- it made your heart thump a little faster. Oh, and how he always had or made time for you; it made you feel privileged

Little by little a strange set of nerves took over your heart- what was this feeling? You sat there smiling for no reason- your thoughts filled with but Kalim. A bizarre flood of fuzzy nothings filled your mind- your heart sprinting away in fluster at the mere thought of him. A blush crept up your face whenever he was around- why were you so nervous?

You felt like flying yet also falling; the need to scream as loud as you could by merely spotting him was truly a bother. You'd surely gone mad.

A rush of emotions crept up your spine when he was around, running away the only answer. Your eyes could never meet his gaze; he only wondered what he'd done wrong. Nights were spent hugging your pillow in frustration as you bit your nails pondering over how to avoid him and talk to him at the same time. Your unusual behavior meant no harm, you were simply a bit crazy in-love yet also too flustered to act upon it. You weren't ready to face your feelings.

Nevertheless, Kalim took it wrongly, his carmine eyes dimming down in sorrow. Tears pooled in his eyes as he held a rose you didn't accept. A smile soon inched onto his face- fake.

"I'm sorry prefect- sorry for bothering you." He said, hiding the rose behind his back as he prepared to walk off. His eyes refused to make contact with yours while his heart hammered in his chest- he was a fool.

"Wait!" You said, a desperate wail as you rushed over to catch his sleeve. You were flustered, confused too. You didn't reject him- no, the words just couldn't come out of your throat.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't silent because I didn't accept- I just couldn't believe this was happening." You confessed, your hand holding his sleeve in place- you couldn't let go.

"I don't know what you've done. I can't get you out of my head but I don't hate it. When you're around me I can't speak- I want to, but the words don't come out. It's as if my heart's being restrained and my head is filled with nothing- my mind goes blank. I wanna look at you and I want to hold you. I know this is all really stupid coming from me but I don't know what to do. I wasn't trying to reject you- no, not at all. I thought I was daydreaming. Kalim, I don't know what you've done to me." You gushed, a shaky breath following suit.

Your eyes couldn't meet his and your mind was in a frenzy. Your body felt as if it was on fire and you felt so embarrassed- you still didn't know what he did to you. Though, you had a hunch.

A smile graced Kalim's lips- such a pretty smile it was. He patted your back, making you look up at him.

"It's love." He simply said.

"What?" You were not expecting such a bold or to-the-point answer. You blinked a few times, a smile creeping up your lips- it was such a "Kalim" answer. Truly, he was precious.

"Jamil told me- I thought it was a disease or a curse; but no, it's love. I also had the same, erm, symptoms?" He said with a grin, confusion etching his features when he tried explaining what you were going through.

"Love, really?" You said- a rhetorical question. A hum of delight left your lips as you took in a serene breath.

"Well, love is a waste of time." You stated, earning a hurt expression from Kalim. A panicked set of hands clung onto you, bringing you back from your serene state.

"No, it's not a waste of time." He said, his brows furrowing as if he was offended. "It may feel like it's useless to love because you're stuck doing absolutely nothing. But, isn't there a beauty in that? Isn't it so lovely to be so enamored that you're stunned every time you lay your eyes on a person. Isn't that something worthy to spend your time on?" He asked, teary-eyed. His hands clutched your arms desperately as a quivering sigh escaped his lips. He wanted to show you that loving someone was worth-it, it wasn't as trifling as you thought it was. His description, although not very convincing, was able to convince you.

A small giggle escaped your lips before it turned into a full-on laugh. Kalim looked confused- why were you laughing? What was so funny? Did you think he was joking? If so, he really wasn't- loving you, it made him happy, elated even.

"Kalim, I said love was a waste of time but I never said that I wouldn't waste my time on love." You spoke gently drawing a grin from Kalim. Your eyes studied him, a warm feeling nestling in your heart. Just looking at him soothed your heart.

"I think, at least once in my life, I'd like to waste my time." You spoke, the sun peeking in from the window as if to embrace you both.

He looked at you, frenzied- he hoped you were referring to him.

"Who else is better to waste my time with than with you?" You cooed, a soft whisper tickling his ear. It was as if you were letting him onto a secret, his eyes lighting up in delight. He peered at you sheepishly, a bumbling smile on his lips.

Truly, love was a waste of time- here you both were, wasting your time in each other's presence. Still, it was a good waste of time.

A waste of time that was worth wasting your time for.

"Love is a waste of time, but I love this waste of time."

Note: Inspo from the song "Love is a Waste of Time" from the movie PK.

Note 2: I hope I was able to show Jamil and Kalim's "bonding". I firmly believe that there are and have been moments in which Jamil has cared for Kalim wholeheartedly, albeit the fact that he can be very "detached" or cold (I'm so bad at explaining this-).

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Love at first sight

Tw: A few swear words (fucked up etc) but it's nothing intimate just a few curses people say when they're angry.

Love at first sight was something he didn't believe in, something he didn't want to believe in. Yet, life seemed to have other plans since he'd seen you.

He wouldn't deny how incredibly cliché it sounded if he ever dared say it out loud. But, he was so madly captivated by you that it was outright stupid.

He felt like a goddamn fool but he had to admit it, it was love at first fucking sight. The way you spoke, the way you looked, the way you acted, everything was just so pretty.

He didn't even notice it at first, the way you consumed his thoughts, living in his mind rent-free. His mind always seemed to wander off, memories of what you did today replaying in his mind. The things you told him, the things he overheard you saying to your friends, and even the songs you were humming. He remembered everything, no matter how much he wanted to focus elsewhere.

He wouldn't deny how annoying it was, the way you could entrance him so easily. His face would flush red whenever he saw you smile, elated when he got to sit anywhere near you, yet so incredibly nervous too.

It wasn't even funny looking at how oblivious you were, unknowingly making him act like a madman who's lovesick for you. He would say he hated it, yet how how could he?

After all, you were just so endearing that even looking at you from afar felt like a prize. And when he got to speak to you, there was no doubt that he was over the goddamn moon.

Still, his words would play so smoothly in his mind, a small cough before he spoke, mentally rehearsing what he was going to say. Yet, for some reason he was never satisfied because his words came out so idiotically. They were either too rough, mean, or simply rude. It was either him speaking arrogantly not that he meant to or he was stuttering mess, one who fumbled his words over and over again.

Yet, he would obviously never let you know that he fucked up his words, no matter how rude or dumb they sounded. He wouldn't admit how much of a loser he was, especially because you didn't seem to notice, smiling like usual. No, he wouldn't mess up a chance with you, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be a flustered mess after stuttering.

Still, he hoped you thought about him as he thought about you. He craved you so much, so mindlessly. He wanted you to be the same as him, for you to be down bad.

He'd never let you know, but he wanted your thoughts to be consumed by him, for you to constantly day-dream about him. He wanted him to be a distraction in your life, he wanted you to experience how annoying you were.

He wanted you to experience his love for you.

"Love at first sight"

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can you do malleus x y/n?

Do you?

Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader

TW: None, just fluff!

Malleus Draconia, the stoic Fae prince, and future ruler of the Briar Valley had always been a figure of intimidation. Since he was born, no one had ever dared to go against the prince. It was surely wonderful to be respected as such, even feared.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel so dreadfully lonely.

Everyone saw him as a prince, a man who would one day rule over all faeries, a man who who could kill in just a snap of his fingers.

A boy who was never invited to events, a boy who was feared so much that he never lived like a child. A boy who's name could cause thousands, if not millions, to cower.

Then why were you not scared?

Why was it that whenever you saw him, you smiled? Why was he always greeted as an individual, a friend, whenever he met up with you? Why did you trust him so easily?

Were you foolish or naive? He did not know, but what he did know was that you were endearing, a sort of light amidst his black and white world.

You had opened his eyes to what friendship was, what it was like to be cared for unconditionally.

Yet he was greedy. It was in his nature, after all, he was a dragon. He was a dragon who wanted to hoard this newfound treasure.

That treasure was you.

You weren't like his retainers, you never served under him. Nor were you like his followers, you never worshipped him. Then what were you?

The simple idea of someone so peculiar messed with his brain. He wasn't sure what category you were part of. You started off as "just a human" a very peculiar one, but still a mere human.

"Tsunotarou!" You'd say with that same goofy smile plastered on your face. Did you really not know what he was capable of, or were you just that brave?

Yet, whenever you said that name, reaching your arms out to engulf him in your embrace, he couldn't help but smile. The corners of his lips tugged to a grin, showcasing his sharper teeth as he returned the gesture.

He didn't know when nor did he know how it happened, but soon enough, you weren't just a human anymore.

You were his human, his peculiar human that he wanted more than just a friend.

He wanted to be more than "Tsunotarou".

His greed longed for your love, his greed longed for your touch, his greed longed for you.

"Child of man, what do you see me as..?" He asked, his voice deep as usual, his left hand cupping your face. He leaned down to your height, his lips awfully close to your neck.

"What am I to you?" He asked, his voice a whisper. The room seemed to go silent as you stood there, his free hand snaking around your waist.

What started of as a normal walk in the woods, turned into something more serious, much more intimate. The way his right hand snaked around your waist as the other one cupped your face, it was all so confusing, yet so fitting.

Fireflies seemed to dance around you, illuminating the dark night. The wind made the trees dance, the moon seeming a bit too dreamy than usual, as it made a pond nearby glow. The scene was right out of a fairytale, and it seemed as if he were a prince and you were his fated lover.

This was the first time he'd been so outright blunt with you, and so awfully close. Yet, it felt nice, the way his hands fit against you, the way his breath felt on you neck, and the way the blood rushed to your cheeks.

As he moved away from you neck, you looked up at him, your neck craning a bit. His emerald eyes looked into yours with something you couldn't explain, they were seeking an answer, they were longing for you.

"You're Tsunotarou, my friend..." You replied, your mind running a bit too fast for your liking as your heart skipped a beat. What was happening to you? You weren't sure what he was hinting at, what exactly was he asking, so you stated the obvious.

He wasn't stupid, he already knew this. He wanted to know more, what exactly he meant to you, what the possibilities were.

He pulled you closer, your face buried in his chest as he leaned down a bit so you could hear his words as clearly as possible.

"What if I want to be more than friends?" He asked, as the arm gripped around your waist tightened.

"You've given me the chance to experience friendship, something I am deeply grateful for. Yet, friendship doesn't soothe the longing in my heart." His words were careful, slowly reaching the goal he was aiming for.

"I want to be yours."

He let go of you slightly, allowing his eyes to look into yours. His grip loosened a bit as he waited for you to run off, for he may have made you uncomfortable. Yet you didn't, you simply stood there in his loosened embrace.

Your face was flushed, the usual childlike smile nowhere to be found. Instead, your face was red, an expression he'd never attained from you, an expression that he wished to see more of.

The fireflies still danced in the night, the moon glowing brightly, the trees swayed with delight, as you two stood there, relishing in the serenity.

"Do you long for me as much as I long for you?"

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Chapter 1

Pairing - General Armitage Hux x Reader

*Set prior to The Force Awakens*

Summary -

Forged in blood. Bound by duty. Broken by desire.

(Y/n) (L/n) is a deadly Umbral of the Covenant - an elite order of vampires sworn to the First Order. Her assignment: serve as General Hux's personal guard. But as buried secrets surface and a rogue vampire faction rises, (Y/n) is forced to confront a past she can't outrun - and feelings she was never meant to have.

In a war of blood, betrayal, and duty, the deadliest threat may be the one that lies still in her chest.

Series contains - Blood, violence, battles/war, betrayal/angst, eventual smut, slow burn

The torches lining the Grand Hall flickered, casting elongated shadows against the obsidian walls. The air was thick with the scent of smoldering incense, a tradition as ancient as the Covenant itself. At the center of the chamber, six figures stood rigidly in a line, cloaked in the dark, combat-hardened suits of the Umbral. Their faces remained impassive, their postures drilled to perfection. They were not just soldiers. They were the executioners of the Covenant’s will.

At the head of the hall, a raised dais loomed, adorned with banners of crimson and black. One bore the emblem of the Covenant, the other of the First Order. And standing just behind the Altar of Ascension, watching with calculating interest, was General Hux.

His uniform was pristine, his gloved hands tucked behind himself. Unlike the other High Lord elders draped in ceremonial robes or Covenant Duskborns standing at attention, he was an outsider. A reminder of the alliance between the Covenant and the First Order, a bond forged from necessity rather than trust.

Standing at the altar, the Wraith Commander of the academy spoke, his voice like steel scraping against stone.

“You stand here today as the few who have survived.” His gaze swept over the graduates, lingering on each of them. “Of the many who entered, you are the only ones who endured. The trials have burned away weakness, stripped you of fear, and reforged you into something greater.”

One woman remained motionless as the commander’s piercing gaze settled on her. She could still feel the phantom aches of the trials. The grueling endurance tests, the relentless combat drills, the nights spent standing motionless under the open sky, waiting for an attack that could come at any moment. The academy had demanded everything from them. And they had given it.

One by one, their names were called. Each stepped forward to receive the insignia of the Umbral, a symbol of their rank and purpose. When the woman’s name was spoken, she moved with perfect precision to stand before both the altar and the commander to have the insignia fastened onto the top left of her chest. It was heavier than she expected. Not in weight, but in meaning.

Once it was securely fastened, her gaze briefly flickered to General Hux. He studied her with a carefully measured expression, his sharp eyes betraying nothing.

As the Umbrals stood back in line, the commander gave them a single nod and stepped away from the altar. The Umbrals then synchronously pulled out one of their daggers harnessed to their thighs and - in accordance with the Covenant’s oldest tradition - dragged the blade across their palm. enough to draw blood but not enough to drip. As they all looked up at the Covenant’s emblem, they put away their blades with their arms back at their sides. Their expressions were overcome with fierce determination before they all spoke. 

“In darkness, I was forged. In blood, I am bound.” The Umbrals felt the palms of their hands begin to heal and close up. “ In shadow, I rise.” 

The audience watched intently as their voices spoke with an intense unnamed emotion. The memories of their history settled in their hearts as the Umbrals continued. 

“I am the blade unseen, the wrath unyielding. My will is iron, my duty eternal. I forsake the light, for it is not my path. I swear my loyalty to the Covenant, to my kin, to the Order that raised me from the ashes of the weak. My blade is theirs to command. I will not falter. I will not fail. I am an Umbral, and an Umbral does not kneel.”

As they finished their oath, there was a moment of silence before the hall erupted in a resounding chorus of acknowledgement, their success etched into the annals of the Covenant’s legacy.

But before the new Umbrals could disperse, the Wraith Commander stepped forward.

“Duty awaits, Umbrals.” His voice echoed with finality. “Your placements have been decided.”

A datapad was produced, and the assignments were read aloud.

“Varo Drenn, stationed aboard the Finalizer. Assigned to High Command security detail.” Applause sounded from behind them. 

The list went on, and then -

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

She barely shifted, but inside, her senses sharpened.

“You will be stationed aboard the Finalizer. You are assigned directly to General Hux.”

The hall remained silent, but a subtle tension threaded through the air before the applause started. Few Umbral were assigned to personal protection roles, particularly to someone of a higher ranking. But it was not unheard of.

She turned her head just slightly towards the general. His expression did not change, but there was the faintest flicker of something in his gaze. Approval? Interest?

Or perhaps just calculation.

(Y/n) simply bowed her head in acknowledgment. She did not question her orders. She did not hesitate. Her assignment had been set. And she would see it done.

“That is all from me, Umbrals. I wish you all the best of luck in your careers moving forward.” The commander eyed them carefully. “Honor in Loyalty!”

“ Strength in Silence!” The Umbrals viciously responded, their voices powerful as they carried through the chamber. 

The ceremony had ended, but the weight of it lingered in the vast expanse of the great hall. The gathered elders had dispersed, along with the spectators from the Covenant and the First Order. Now, only the newly anointed Umbrals remained, standing in their familiar groups and murmuring in hushed voices.

(Y/n) exhaled slowly, flexing her palm where the ceremonial cut had already healed. She had known this moment was coming for years, yet the finality of it settled in her chest like a weight.

A voice broke through the silence beside her.

“Didn’t think we’d actually live long enough to make it to this point.”

She turned, already recognizing the low, dry tone before meeting the sharp gaze of Varo.

Dressed in the same black ceremonial attire as her, he looked every bit the Umbral he now was. Tall, imposing, his features carved from sharp lines and quiet intensity. But there was an ease to his posture, an irreverence in his stance that had always set him apart from the others. While many of their kind held themselves with rigid discipline, Varo carried his authority like a cloak draped loosely over his shoulders, rather than armor strapped too tightly to his skin.

(Y/n) arched a brow. “You doubted?”

Varo let out a short, amused breath. “Not about myself. You, though? Definitely.”

She gave him a pointed look, unimpressed.

He smirked. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who kept getting thrown into the pits every time you challenged the instructors.”

“They were wrong,” she said simply.

“They were stronger,” he corrected. “At least at the time.” He studied her for a moment before nodding. “But I guess you proved your point.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it.

There was a brief lull in the conversation as the murmurs of their fellow Umbrals filled the space around them. Some had already begun filtering out of the hall, moving toward their new lives, their new assignments. It was a strange thing. To spend years side by side, only to be scattered the moment they were forged into weapons.

Varo broke the silence first. “So you’re being sent off with the general?” (Y/n) stiffened slightly. Of course, he would have questioned it already. 

She nodded. “I suppose so.”

Varo let out a low whistle. “Not bad. High-profile assignment. Though I can’t say I envy you. General Hux looks like he hasn’t slept about as much as ourselves.”

(Y/n) didn’t respond, but she could see the curiosity in his expression. “And what about you?” she asked instead. “High Command security?”

“High Command security.” he nodded, crossing his arms. “Captain Phasma’s command, I’m assuming. We’re stationed together, but I doubt we’ll see much of each other. At least, not as much as we’re used to.”

She considered that. They had trained together for years, watching each other’s backs, surviving what others couldn’t. Now, they were being pulled into separate orbits. She knew it was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any less strange.

“You’ll be safer there,” she remarked.

Varo scoffed. “I’m not sure safer is the right word when it comes to guarding a bunch of ambitious officers with knives hidden behind their backs.” His smirk faded slightly, something more thoughtful settling in his expression. “But I’ll manage.”

(Y/n) studied him. There was an understanding between them, one that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. They had survived the trials, endured the blood, the pain, the sacrifice. They were Umbrals now. Their lives weren’t their own anymore.

But that didn’t mean they weren’t still themselves.

“Be careful, (Y/n),” he said, quieter now. “Not just with the general. With the Covenant, too.”

She tilted her head. “You sound like you don’t trust them.”

Varo shrugged. “I trust that they’ll use us as long as we’re valuable. And if we stop being valuable?” He gestured vaguely. “Well. You know how it works.”

She did. All too well.

“But we aren’t Umbrals for no reason. We know our value.”

She didn’t let the thought linger. Instead, she extended her hand toward him, palm up.

Varo looked at it, then smirked slightly before gripping her forearm in a firm clasp.

“We survived,” he murmured.

“For now,” she replied.

Their hands fell away, and with one last glance, Varo turned and disappeared into the departing crowd.

(Y/n) stood in the dimming light of the Grand Hall, silent for a moment longer before finally stepping forward.

She walked with the same precise step, her boots striking the stone floor in measured intervals. The weight of her new insignia pressed against her chest, a tangible reminder of what she had become.

As she stepped past the towering doors of the chamber, she immediately noticed the presence of General Hux waiting in the adjacent corridor.

He stood with his hands clasped neatly behind his back, his long black coat pristine, every inch of him composed and controlled. Two First Order officers flanked him at a distance, but his attention was entirely on her.

She approached with unerring confidence, stopping precisely at the required distance. With a practiced motion, she placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head slightly. The formal gesture of acknowledgment within the Covenant.

“General Hux,” she said, her voice smooth and measured.

The man regarded her with the same critical gaze he had maintained throughout the ceremony. Up close, his presence was even more exacting. Sharp angles, unwavering posture. An air of authority that demanded nothing less than absolute obedience.

“Umbral (L/n),” he greeted in return, his tone clipped but devoid of disdain. “It seems we are to be in close quarters from now on.”

She straightened, her expression impassive. “I will carry out my duties as assigned.”

Hux’s lips pressed together slightly, as if amused by her strict adherence to protocol. “I would expect nothing less.” His gaze flickered over her with analytical precision. “You are younger than I anticipated.”

“My age is irrelevant, sir,” she replied without hesitation. “I would not be standing before you if I were not capable.”

Hux tilted his head slightly, considering her words. “Indeed. The Umbral training is known for its… unforgiving nature. And yet, you emerged among the few who completed it.”

There was an edge of something in his voice. Not admiration, but acknowledgment.

“My survival is a testament to the Covenant’s teachings,” she said simply.

He nodded, accepting the response before shifting slightly. “Your role with myself will differ from standard Umbral assignments, as I’m sure you are aware. You will report directly to me. No other officer aboard the Finalizer holds authority over you unless I say otherwise.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “Is that understood?”

“Perfectly, General.”

There was a moment of silence, something unsaid hanging in the air between them. Hux studied her, and she, in turn, did the same. She had learned to read people, to dissect their intentions, their weaknesses. General Hux was not a man who wore his emotions plainly.

But there was something in his eyes that told her he was doing the same to her.

Finally, he gave a curt nod. “Very well. You will accompany me back to the Finalizer. Your belongings have already been arranged for transport.” He turned sharply, beginning to walk, (Y/n) moving in perfect sync beside him.

As they walked, the halls of the academy fortress loomed around them, dark stone and towering spires casting jagged shadows under the dim glow of the perimeter lights. 

They walked outside into the cooler night air towards their awaiting transport, their boots echoing against the stone path leading to the landing platform.

From the ceremony, she had observed him in sharp detail. The cold, precise way he carried himself, the calculating glint in his eyes. He was an enigma to her, even now, as they moved in unspoken synchrony towards their shared destination.

For a time, neither of them spoke. It was not uncomfortable, only measured. (Y/n) had been trained in the weight of silence, in the power of withholding words until they served a purpose.

Hux was the one to break it.

“You’re not what I expected.”

She turned her head slightly, studying him from the corner of her vision. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable.

“Explain,” she said simply.

His brow arched faintly, as if noting her directness. “I expected a mindless weapon after all I’ve heard. A blunt instrument honed by the Covenant to serve without thought or hesitation.” A pause. “Instead, I find someone who holds herself like a dedicated soldier rather than a puppet.”

She considered that. “I am a soldier,” she affirmed. “And I was trained to be a weapon. But the two are not mutually exclusive.”

“Hm.” He didn’t argue the point.

The wind picked up as they neared the platform, the hum of its idle engines filling the space between them. The platform was quiet, and only a handful of the Covenant’s attendants and a few First Order officers stood waiting for them, Varo amongst them.

“A few key points to remember when under my supervision,” Hux began.

“Yes, General?”

“I do not tolerate insubordination.” The two of them ignored the bystanders they passed as they boarded the ship, focused in conversation. 

“I do not tolerate incompetence,” (Y/n) returned evenly.

That earned her a brief glance, though his expression remained carefully schooled. “My interests, demands, and safety are your first priority.”

“Naturally, sir.” Another look from the general.

“Your orders come from myself and myself alone. Not from Captain Phasma, not other officers. No one. If anyone urges otherwise, you are to report it to me. Am I clear?”

“Crystal, sir.” She spoke with an unwavering gaze. 

“Good,” he said after a moment. “Then we won’t have a problem.” He turned to take a seat, (Y/n) moving to lean against the wall beside him, yet alert. “I don’t expect blind loyalty from you, Umbral,” he said, his voice measured. “Only obedience.”

(Y/n) met his gaze quickly. “Obedience is earned, not demanded.”

A flicker of something passed through his expression. Perhaps intrigue, perhaps amusement. It was gone before she could decipher it.

“Then I suggest you learn quickly.” He caught a shadow of amusement in her expression, but it quickly faded.