Hi hello!! I come woth a Dr Stone request as promised ^_^
One episode in and I find Senku really fun >:3
I was wondering what your general realationship/platonic/anything rly headcanons for him were? Andd if itâs not too much to ask, how do you think heâd be in a relationship with someone who is essentially an academic rival?
Thank youu :D
LETS PLAY A LOVEGAME
Senku Ishigami headcanons
NOTES: second fic of the day, how many more do you think I got in me?
CONTENT: General headcanons, romantic headcanons, senku being senku, I clearly have more romantic headcanons abt him so shhhh
WORD COUNT: 200ish words, I know I know I just couldn't think of any other ideas for him I'm sorryđ
SENKU Ă ACADEMIC RIVAL!READER HERE
GENERAL HEADCANONS:
Senku doesn't really care all too much about spicy food, but he can handle spice really well
He prefers salty/savory foods
In my heart (I'm projecting a little) hes autistic
Xeno has definitely bought Senku some of his science materials before the petrification
Has an amazing immune system but once he gets compromised he's down for a while
He talks to himself while working for sure
Despite popular belief, has an amazing sleep scheduleâ definitely not a normal one but probably gets 7 hours regardless of when he sleeps
ROMANTIC HEADCANONS:
He shows his love through acts of service 100%
Acts of science?
Isn't the most physically affectionate, but if you initiate it won't decline you
He wouldn't be the one to confess, I feel like he's the "they fell first, he fell harder" trope type of guy
At first when he does like you, you wouldn't even realize he likes you.
You didn't get special treatment
You still did the manual labor he made everyone do
The difference is that somehow, he always remembers the tiny details about you.
If you got sick, he'd become VERY attentive
For sure knew well before you even finished saying you didn't feel well, he'd already have a diagnosis list, treatment plan, etc
Physical affection would take time. A long time.
One of the biggest signs he trusts you is letting you see his exhaustion.
He's not possessive, the fact you chose him is enough for him.
He does get a little jealous though once in a blue moon
Gifts from Senku are incredibly specific to you and you alone
He'd hand it over like it was no big deal before immediately start pretending he wasn't waiting for your reaction.
Ik worlds shortest post EVER. Also, Senku does NOT deserve Luna, because I do. that's literally my wife. ALSO IF ANYONE HAS ANY REQUESTS OF HER PLS HMU
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I would love to request some Cthoni x fem!Cleaner Reader stuff please! My idea is that the reader is a very cheerful ex-criminal with an axe as her vital instrument and Cthoni's possessive over her? Ofc you don't have to write about this if you don't want to, but I just thought I'd take my chances. Love your writing!
THE NIGHT IS ALMOST OVER
I still don't know where you are...
NOTES: You don't know how much joy you gave me when I saw that it was for my beloved Cthoni I LOVE YOU SM FOR THAT so obviously I'm gonna try doing her justice. Also if y'all can't tell from the reoccurring themes in my fics I just MIGHT like this type of stuff idk tho... Also never feel shy to ask for stuff from me??? I love doing this so don't even worry about that dear
CONTENT: Cthoni x fem!cleaner!reader, established relationship, fighting, reader has a vital instrument, Cthoni beats readers ass, perhaps a little suggestive, pinning, reader wanders (does their job), Cthoni is more protective, manhandling, play fighting, flirting, banter, likely ooc!cthoni, brief mention of a criminal history
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
lightly based on this from our fav prompt giver
The first sign youâve been found isnât the sound, Itâs the shift in the air that makes your hair stand on end. And it's a presence you know all too well; the kind that prickles at the back of your neck and settles low in your spine like instinct whispering youâre in trouble now.
You grin anyway.
âBit late,â you call out, not even turning around as you drag your weapon free from where itâs embedded in the wall. âJobâs already done.â
Silence answers you. It's not empty silence, she's there, it's just a lurking silence.
You sigh, rolling your shoulder as you swing the axe loosely at your side. âYou know, most people say hello first.â
Still nothing.
You click your tongue. âRude.â
Then you turn and barely manage to bring the axe up before sheâs on you. Cthoni moves like she always does; fast, deliberate, inevitable.
Your weapon meets hersâno, not a weapon. It was her forearm braced and angled just right to deflect the blow rather then of absorbing it. The impact jolts up your arm, forcing you a step back.
âOh, youâre in a mood today.â
âYou disappeared,â she replies, voice flat and sharp as steel.
âAnd you found me,â you shoot back, pivoting, swinging again. You weren't trying to land a hit, but you were aiming to test her, and to feel her rhythm again. âLooks like everything worked out.â
She catches the handle of your axe this time, and it wasn't gently.
You attempt to tug back, but she doesnât let go. For a moment, the two of you are locked there; hands gripping the same weapon, tension crackling between you like a live wire.
âYou took a job alone,â she says.
You tilt your head, smiling. âYou sound upset.â
âI told you not to do that.â
âAnd I told you I donât take orders.â
Her eyes narrow. âAnd yet,â she says quietly, âyou keep acting like you want to be handled.â
That sends a little thrill down your spine, and you grin wider. âMaybe I just like getting your attention.â
Her response is immediate. She yanks your axe toward her, using your grip against youâ and when you stumble forward, she twists, hooks your leg, and sends you crashing to the ground hard. The air leaves your lungs in a sharp whoof, but youâre already laughing again as your weapon clatters away across the floor.
âMiss me that much?â you gasp.
Cthoni doesnât answer. She just steps in, pins your wrist, and drops her weight down with her knee pressing into your abdomen anchoring you in place like she has every intention of keeping you there.
âFound you,â she says again, quieter this time as she shifted slightly closer.
You blink up at her, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. ââŠHi.â
Her expression doesnât change.
But her grip tightens.
âYou ran.â
âI was working.â
âYou vanished from out walkâ
âI was busy.â
âYou ignored me.â
You pause. Then with a softer albeit still teasing toneâ âI figured youâd come looking.â
That does it. Her other hand snaps down, catching your free wrist before you can even think about moving. Now both your arms are pinned above your head, your shoulders pressed into the ground, her weight keeping you completely, utterly stuck.
âYou think this is a game,â she says.
âIsnât it?â you shoot back. âYou chase, I run, we fight, you winâusuallyââ
âAlways.â
You grin. âConfidence looks good on you.â
Her knee shifts slightly, pressing more firmly into you. It wasn't enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly whoâs in control here. You suck in a breath through your teeth.
âOh, thatâs new,â you murmur. âYou trying to make a point?â
âYes.â
âBit aggressive for a conversation.â
âThis isnât a conversation.â
âCouldâve fooled me.â
She leans down thenâslow, deliberateâuntil her face is just above yours. She was close enough that you can feel her breath. Close enough that if either of you moved just a littleâ
âYouâre reckless,â she states âYou couldâve been killed.â
âBut I wasnât.â
âThatâs not the point.â
You study her for a second. You saw the tension in her shoulders. The way her jaw is set just a little too tight. The fact that she hasnât eased up at all, even though she absolutely could.
âYou were worried,â you finally answer aloud. Her gaze flickers just for a moment before it steadied again.
âI was annoyed.â
You huff a quiet laugh. âSure.â
Her grip tightens again.
âDonât.â
âDonât what? Call you out?â
âDonât pretend you donât know what youâre doing.â
You raise a brow. âEnlighten me.â
âYou provoke me,â she says. âYou push. You disappear just long enough to make me come after you.â
Your grin sharpens. âAnd you always do.â
There was a heavy silence before you earned a sighed âYes.â from her.
That knocks the breath out of you more effectively than the fall did.
Cthoni doesnât look away. âI donât like not knowing where you are,â she says. âI donât like not knowing if youâre alive.â
Something in your chest twists.
You cover it the only way you know how.
âSo you track me down and slam me into the ground?â you say lightly. âReal sweet of you.â
Her lips twitchâbarely. âYou respond better to force.â
âDo I?â
âYouâre still here.â
You shift slightly beneath her, not to escape, just enough to test the space, the boundaries.
She adjusts instantly and presses you back down.
You laugh under your breath. âYou like this.â
âThis?â she repeats.
âManhandling me.â
Her eyes flicker againâ down, then back upâ but she doesn't give you a reply. That does something dangerous to your heartbeat.
You tilt your head, still smiling, but slower now.
âYouâre getting honest again.â
âYouâre getting comfortable.â
âHard not to,â you say, testing her grip again, just lightly. âYouâve got me exactly where you want me.â
Her answer is immediate.
âYes.â
You swallow and grin again, because you donât know what else to do with that kind of intensity except meet it head-on.
âCareful,â you murmur. âYou keep saying things like that, I might think you missed me.â
Her knee shifts again closer and your breath catches
âI did,â she says.
And for onceâ you donât have a clever reply ready.
The silence stretches.
You break it first, because of course you do.
ââŠYou gonna keep me pinned all day?â you ask.
âIf necessary.â
âTo stop me from working?â
âYes.â
You tilt your head again, softer now, âWhat if I said I wasnât running from you?â
âI know you werenât.â
âThen whatâs all this for?â
Her grip loosensâ just a fraction. But she doesnât move off you.
âThis,â she says, âis because you donât understand limits.â
You grin faintly. âI understand them.â
âThen you ignore them.â
âSame thing.â
âNo.â
You shift againâ this time more deliberately. She lets you move a little further before stopping you.
ââŠYou like pushing until someone stops you,â she continues. âSo I stop you.â
Your smile grows.
âYeah,â you say quietly. âYou do.â
Thereâs something in the way you say it that changes the air again. It felt oddly warm and heavy. Her hand slides slightly on your wrist not letting go, just adjusting. Her thumb presses briefly against your pulse.
You feel it spike, and so does she.
ââŠStill think this is a game?â she asks.
You meet her gaze.
âYeah,â you say softly. âSomething like that.â
Something in her expression shifts, you didn't receive a reply but something close enough to a 'go on' in a look.
You tug lightly against her hold, and she lets youâ although just barely.
âYou chase me,â you say. âYou pin me. You get all intense and territorialââ
âIâm notâ
ââand then you act like you donât enjoy it.â
âI donâtââ
âYou do,â you cut in, smiling again. âYou love this.â
She stills.
âAnd what makes you so sure?â
You tilt your head, eyes flicking briefly to where your bodies meet, where sheâs still holding you down, still not letting you go.
Then back to her face.
âYouâre still here,â you say.
Another pause.
Then her grip loosens slightly.
You take advantage immediately. You twist away trying to roll, to flip the position and she lets you get halfwayâ Just enough to think you might winâ Before she shifts her weight and sends you right back down again.
Harder this time.
You laugh, breathless. âOkayâokay, that oneâs on meââ
âDont add fleeing the scene to your list of crimes.â
âyouâre unfair.â
âMhm.â
âAnd mean.â
âAnd youâre pinned.â
You grin up at her. âAgain.â
Her lips twitch. âyeah, again.â
You both go still after that.
The fight is still there, but itâs quieter now. It's less about winning and more about something else.
Your voice drops a little. ââŠYou could just ask me to stay.â
âI did.â
âYou threatened me.â
âThat was me asking.â
You laugh again, softer this time. âYouâre terrible at communication.â
âAnd youâre impossible.â
âYet you keep me.â
Her gaze sharpens.
âDonât twist that.â
âWhy not?â you murmur. âYou said it yourself. âWhatâs already mine,â remember?â
She exhales slowly.
ââŠYouâre not an object.â
âDidnât say I was.â
âThen donâtââ
âBut I am yours,â you interrupt, voice light but steady. âArenât I?â
"you were met with silence for a moment before you earned a "yes, you are."
Itâs quieter this time, but much heavier. You feel it settle somewhere deep in your chest. You just look at her.
âGood,â you say.
Her grip loosens again, more this time. You could get free now, probably, but you donât move, and neither does she.
ââŠNext time,â she says after a moment, âyou donât go without my knowledge"
You smile faintly. âNext time,â you reply, âyou keep up.â
Her eyes narrow slightly. âOh, I will.â
You grin as she shifts again, deliberately re-centering her weight, pinning you just as firmly as before.
You laugh. âWow. Not even pretending to let me go, huh?â
âNot yet.â
âYoure greedy.â
âhow careless.â
âAnd possessive.â
âand you're reckless.â
You grin wider.
âYeah,â you say. âThat sounds about right.â
She watches you for a long moment.Then, finally she lets go of your wrists although not completely, just enough.
You flex your fingers, testing the freedom.
You donât run; Instead, your hand lifts with a light, deliberate grip and catches against her arm.
ââŠIâll come back,â you say quietly.
âI know.â
âYou wonât have to chase me every time.â
âI know.â
ââŠBut you probably will anyway.â
Her lips curveâ just slightly. âperhaps so.â
You laugh under your breath. âThought so.â
Another pause.
Then you earned another sigh. âGet up,â she says.
You raise a brow. âYou sure? I might try to escape again.â
âYou can try.â
âYouâll just pin me again?â
âYes.â
You grin. ââŠAlright. Worth it.â
When you finally sit up and the distance between you shifts from forced to chosenâ it doesnât feel like the end of the fight. It was just the pause before the next one.
And you both know youâll be right back here again.
I think this might be the worst thing I've ever written. But to get better I gotta fail sometimesđ Also I never really got being possessive like as in I don't understand it bcs I've never felt it, so I made cthoni more protective
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Hey Apple! Could you please write something cute and fluffy with Amo and a fem!reader? Thank you! xx
I CAN'T WAITâ CALL ME!!
I'm definitely fallin' (â  â ïœ„àž±â ïčâ ïœ„àž±â )
NOTES: Genuinely I hate being so sickly most the time BUT since I'm so kind and sweet you guys are getting fluff⥠ALSO Amo is literally my daughter so if any of y'all get weird abt her ISTFG. Btw I just took my meds so if this is a crack fic that's not my problem
CONTENT: Amo x fem!reader, Headcanons + a scenario, fluff, dates, the relationship is sickeningly sweet, team akuta mentioned, tea time, Enjin hate, not proof read per usual, the date got interrupted
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
âMISS AMO EMPOOLâ
Saying Amo is extremely protective would be an understatement. Amo loves you deeply and would infact fight for your love (bullying Enjin away from you even though he's just existing)
Amo is a bit insecure in any sort of relationship, romantic or platonicâ and would seek out reassurance due to her past experiences
While Amo will cling onto you frequently, her affections are mainly emotional. She's very heartfelt in her affections, so she trusts you with her heart.
With you, Amo would say whatever is on her mind and enjoy listening to your thoughts on it.
Amo *loves* talking about your life and missions and what she thinks of the other cleaners.
Amo is a bit obsessiveâ but she's working on it! She absolutely just adores your smell, pretty much your everything, actually.
Early on in the relationship, it would be a bit rocky at times due to Amo 's past experiences with "love" but you guys always communicate!!
Once Amo trusts you 100%, you're her ride-or-die, and Amo would NEVER leave you!
âSCENARIO BELOWâ
Today was important, because today was your first official date.
The first date was supposed to be perfect, as that's what Amo decided. And apparently, that meant dragging you somewhere "cute, sweet, and full of love!"
Amo sat across from you on a crooked little bench, legs swinging, her oversized boots tapping happily against the ground. The area was surprisingly pretty with decorated strings of salvaged lights, flowers growing out of cracked metal, and a tiny table she had very clearly assembled herself.
"Amo made this," she announced proudly, placing down two uneven cups.
You blinked. "Did you build an entire date spot?"
"Amo wanted first date to feel like romance story" she nodded. "So Amo made oneâ and it'll be a romantic story like none before!"
There was a pause.
"...You're incredible."
Amo froze then immediately covered her face. "Amo says don't say that so suddenly!!
You stood there for a moment, still in shock and looking around.
"Cmon, join Amo!" She said, patting the seat next to her excitedly.
You obeyed, mostly because you were still processing the fact she had built an entire date setting like some kind of love-driven architect.
She carefully placed a cup in front of you.
âThis is tea,â she announced.
You eyed it.
ââŠAre you sure itâs tea?â
âAmo watched Zanka make it once.â
âThats...â
"Amo improved it.â She shoved the cup slightly closer. âDrink.â
You sighed and took a sip. ââŠWait. This is actually good.â
Amo blinked before she leaned forward, eyes wide. âReally?â
âYeah, no, this isâthis is really good.â
Her entire expression lit up in a way that was almost blinding.
âof course it is good,â she said quickly, turning her head away like she wasnât suddenly flustered. âAmo is skilled.â
âYouâre proud of yourself.â
âAmo is ALWAYS proud.â
âYou practiced this, didnât you?â
Amo simply turned her head away all flushed.
There was an empty space on your bench. It did not stay empty.
Amo slid over. Then slid closer. Then closer until your shoulders were pressed together and her knee bumped into yours.
You raised an eyebrow. âComfortable?â
âMhm!â
âYouâre in my personal space.â
âAmo says this is OUR space now.â
ââŠThatâs not how that works.â
She ignored you completely,ml
Instead, she leaned in slightly, her head tilting as she studied your face with intense focus.
âHm?â you asked.
âAmo is observing.â
âObserving what?â
âYou.â
âThatâs awfully vague.â
âAmo wants to remember everything.â
Your breath caught for a second, and you just turned away with a slight flush on your face.
After that, It started smallâ her hand brushing yours, then lingering, then pulling back like she wasnât sure, then trying again.
You pretended not to notice as she seemed flustered about it.
Finally, after a solid minute of internal conflict you could practically see on her face she grabbed your hand.
Her grip was warm and her touch was gentle although a little tense.
ââŠAmo says this is normal for dates.â
You smiled softly. âYeah. It is.â
She relaxedâ although just slightly.
A pause.
âAmo is trying to do this correctly.â
âYouâre doing great.â
ââŠAmo wants it to be more than great.â
You squeezed her hand.
âIt already is.â
âAmo researched this,â she suddenly declared.
âOh?"
âAmo says first dates require a romantic atmosphere, emotional connection, and physical closeness.â
ââŠWhere did you learn that?â
âTomme was telling Amo about it.â
âAt least she's your source and not someone else,â
She ignored that.
âAmo also learned that compliments are important.â She turned to you, very serious. ââŠYour face is nice.â
You choked. âMyâwhat?â
âAmo likes your face.â
âThank you?â
âAnd your voice.â
âMhm?"
âAnd your smell.â
You paused. ââŠWeâre circling back to that one?â
âIts important!"
âIs it?â
âYes!" After the laughter faded, things settled.
The lights above flickered softly, and the air was calm.
For once, there was no chaos, no danger, no noise, just her beside you, her hand intertwined with hers as Amo leaned slightly against you.
You didnât move away, eo she leaned a little more.
â is this good?â she murmured.
âYeah?â
Her fingers tightened around yours again and nuzzled into you slightly.
âThis feelingâŠâ She hesitated for a moment, searching for the words. âAmo doesn't wanna lose it.â
Your chest tightened.
âYou wonât.â
She looked at you as if trying to decide whether she believed that before she nodded. ââŠThen Amo will keep it"
You didnât notice how close youâd gotten, not until she turned her head slightly. Not until her gaze droppedâjust brieflyâto your lips. And not until she froze completely.
ââŠAmo?â you whispered.
She didnât answer, she looked vulnerable in a way you hadnât seen before like she didnât know what the ârightâ move was.
So you made it easy, you leaned in just a little and gav her the choice.
She closed her eyes for a moment to muster up the courage before she opted to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, right beneath your eye.
It wasnât perfect, it was a little awkward, but soft and entirely hers.
When she pulled back, her face was completely red but she still nodded, satisfied.
Then immediately leaned against you again like nothing had happened.
Except nowâ her hand didnât hesitate at all.
Amo wasnât chasing a feeling, she was just sitting in it. She was content beside your side, warm too as she gazed at you happily.
...well, before you both got interrupted, at least.
âAmo thinks this is perfect.â She said it quietly this time, all soft like she didnât want to scare the moment away.
You smiled, leaning your head gently against hers. âYeah. It is.â
Her fingers were laced with yours, her shoulder pressed to yours, her whole body warm and there.
It was calm.
It was soft.
It wasâ
âYo, what are y'all doing?"
Slowly, you both turned your heads. And there, standing at the edge of the carefully crafted little date spot was the absolute worst possible timing imaginable.
ââThere you are,â Rudo said, like he hadnât just shattered the most delicate moment of your lives.
Behind him, Zanka stood, arms crossed, already scanning the setup with suspicion.
Riyo, who took one look at the scene and immediately lit up once she realized what it was. Oh, and⊠Enjin.
Amoâs grip on your hand tightened. âNo,â she said flatly.
Riyo turned to Enjin "Looks like we interrupted a little date"
âAmo says STOP LOOKING,â Amo snapped instantly, half-hiding behind you now but still glaring like she was ready to throw hands.
Zanka tilted his head. âYou built all this?â
âYeah, BUT FOR HER EYES NOT YOURSâ
ââŠHuh.â Rudo rubbed the back of his neck. âWe were just looking for you. Didnât know you were, uh⊠doing this.â
âThis,â Riyo repeated, already crouching near the table, âis the cutest thing Iâve ever seen.â
âAmo says to leave.â
Enjin stepped forward slightly, completely neutral. ââŠWhatâs with the lights?â
Amo stood up so fast your hand almost got yanked with her.
âAmo says you are not allowed to speak.â
ââŠWhy?â
âBecause Amo dislikes you.â
âYeah that tracks,â Enjin said.
Rudo blinked. âYouâre just accepting that?â
âSheâs made it clear by now.â âI still donât know why though,â Enjin added.
âYou EXIST,â Amo shot back immediately.
Zanka only sighed "Can y'all please lock in?"
You stood up slowly, gently tugging Amoâs sleeve. âHey⊠hey, itâs okay.â
âIt is NOT okay,â she muttered, immediately clinging to your arm now. âThey ruined it.â
Riyo popped up beside you. âRuined what? You were literally glowing.â
âAmo says that is PRIVATE.â
âThatâs not how that works y'know"
âIt is now.â
âWait,â Rudo said, glancing at the table. âIs that... tea?â
âNo,â Amo said instantly.
âYes,â you said at the same time.
Amo turned to you in betrayal.
You smiled sheepishly. âWe can share?â
ââŠThis was supposed to be just Amo and you.â
âIt still is.â
âThere are four extra people.â
âJust think of them as background characters.â
âI CAN HEAR YOU,â Zanka said.
Five minutes laterâ No one had left.
Zanka had taken a seat like he belonged there, Rudo was standing awkwardly off to the side, clearly debating his life choices, and Riyo was beside Zanka yapping at him.
And Enjin was just standing there.
ââŠWhy are you still here,â Amo said flatly.
âTheyâre still here too,â Enjin replied.
âThats not the same and you know it.â
âHow?â
"Because Amo allows them.â
ââŠYou didnât allow me?â
âNo.â
Rudo leaned over to you. âDoes she always do this?â
Enjin just sighed âYeah.â
At some point, the chaos stopped feeling like chaos.
Riyo was laughing, Zanka was arguing with Rudo about something completely unrelated, and even Enjin had sat down, but it was carefully like he wasnât sure he was permitted to exist in the space.
And Amo⊠Amo was still glued to your side. Her arms wrapped around yours now and her cheek pressed against your shoulder.
You glanced down at her. âHey.â
ââŠHm?â
âYou okay?â
A pause.
She shifted slightly, her grip tightening just a little. ââŠThis is not what Amo planned.â
âYeah.â
ââŠButâŠâ She hesitated as she looked at the groupâ At the lights, at the space she made, then back at you.
âYoure still here, so it's okay.â
You smiled softly, leaning your head against hers again.
âIt is.â
Riyo raised a cup. âTo Amoâs first date!â
âAmo says TO STOP ANNOUNCING IT.â
Rudo sighed. âWe should probably leave them alone.â
âExactly,â Amo said immediately.
ââŠAfter we have some of the tea,â Riyo added.
âNoââ
âAfter we finish the tea,â Rudo agreed.
Amo looked like she was about to combust.
You squeezed her hand, and she paused and looked at you before she slowly relaxed.
ââŠNext time,â she muttered, leaning into you again, âAmo will pick a more hidden location.â
âGood idea.â
ââŠWith no Enjin. Amo says ESPECIALLY no Enjin.â
But even as she complained, she didnât let go of your hand.
This time, she didnât need perfect because she already had something better.
Something real.
And even with the noise, the interruptions, the chaosâ Amo stayed right there beside you. Warm, content and happy.
The amount of medicine the doctors are giving me should be illegal I HATE BEING SICK I HATE IT I HATE IT.
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Can I request a Platonic!Remlin x Cleaner!Reader whoâs basically like their idolized older sibling? Doesnât have to be a blood related thing, Remlin just thinks Reader is just soo badass, and looks up to them like a younger sibling would to their older brother/sister. Your honor thatâs my baby fr I birthed them /j
WOULD'VE LOOKED JUST LIKE YOU
with a temper like you, run around like you, jumping in the poolâ like you
NOTES: I literally love you sm thank you for being my first remlin request I have been ITCHING to write for them.
CONTENT: Remlin / Gn!Cleaner!reader, sibling dynamic, fluff, hugging, handholding, doodling on people, remlin gets their hair done, Post Gob death, reader is a very tired individual, I made reader more exasperated because I feel like remlin would cling to someone like that, remlin may be and likely is OOC! in this as I haven't gotten experience writing for them yet, remlin is a tad childish, it's low-key very parent/kid, may be odd as modeled it with how I was as a kid with my brothers for reference
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
It starts with paint, as it always did with Remlin.
âStay still.â
âI am!â
âYou wiggled.â
âThatâs not the same thing.â
âIt is when Iâm trying to fix your hair.â
They huff like this is a grave injustice, but they do go still again; sitting cross-legged, hands planted on their knees, eyes staring very intensely at absolutely nothing... For about three seconds. Then, âHow much longer?â
âIf you keep talking, longer.â
âOkayyy, Iâll be quiet." A pause. ââŠAre you almost done?â
âRemlin.â
âIâm just asking!â
A quiet sigh escapes you, but your hands never stop moving. You were carefully working through the paint-stiffened strands, untangling knots with more patience than Remlin has ever seen you show anyone else.
Remlin huffs dramatically but freezes in place anyway, sitting cross-legged on the ground while gentle fingers work through their bratty hair. Thereâs a lot of paint. Like, way too much paint.
ââŠWhat did you even do,â you mutter mostly to yourself, carefully separating a stubborn knot.
âArt, obviously"
âThatâs not an answer.â
âIt is if you respect the process.â
âNot if it involves two hours of untangling your hair.â
Remlin gasps, scandalized. âYouâre so mean to me.â
âAnd yet youâre still here.â
âBecause you need me,â Remlin says instantly.
âFor what exactly"
âMoral support.â
A pause. âAre you aware youâre facing the wrong way to provide that.â
âI support you spiritually.â
A quiet exhale that almost sounded like a laugh, but not quite. Your hands keep working, slower now and more careful. Thereâs dried paint near the ends, a streak of something you didn't know bright along one side, and somehow pen ink, too. âYou got this everywhere.â
âItâs part of the vision.â
âItâs part of the problem, you'd mean.â
Remlin grins, even though theyâre facing away.
âYou like it though.â
âNo.â
âYou do.â
âNo.â
âYouâre still fixing it for someone who doesnât like it.â
You pause just for a second, then you simply continue just as carefully. ââŠItâll pull if I donât.â
A few more minutes passâ and this time, Remlin actually stays still mostly. They sway a little and lean back slightly at one point.
âSit up.â
âIâm sitting thoughâ
âYouâre leaning.â
âIâm relaxing.â
"Youâre making this harder.â
And despite the facade of frustration, remlin had earned another almost-laugh barely there.
Finally, their hair was done. âThere.â
You finally said as you got to tie off the last section, letting your hands fall away. Remlin immediately reaches up, fingers brushing over the newly fixed strands, eyes lighting up.
âOh! wait, wait, this is actuallyââ They scramble to their feet and spin around. "This is NICE.â
âItâs just functional.â
âIT'S SO COOL,â Remlin repeats, beaming. âI look cool, donât I?â They glance at them overjoyed. Their hair was still messy, but more intentional now. The hair was out of their face clipped back in some areas but overall done up nicely enough.
ââŠItâll do.â
Remlin gasps like theyâve just been knighted. âI knew it! Iâm your best work.â
âYouâre my only work.â
âExactly why I'm your bestâ
You turn to leave, and Remlin is already right behind them.
âDonât wander off,â you say automatically, starting out the door and down the street.
âI wonât,â Remlin replies.
Thereâs a brief hesitation, but then you feel a small hand grabbing yours like itâs the most natural thing in the world. It was warm, paint-smudged, but gentle.
You glance down, and Remlin doesnât even look embarrassed. They looked content just swinging their joined hands slightly as they walk humming under their breath.
âAre you going to make a habit of not asking permission?â
âYou didnât say no.â
âThatâs not the same"
âYou wouldâve pulled away.â
âŠThey donât. So, they keep walking. And Remlin talks the entire time.
About everythingâ a mural they want to make, how their hair feels âlike, at least 30% cooler nowâ, how theyâre definitely getting stronger, how theyâre almost as cool now.
ââŠYouâre not.â
âYet,â Remlin corrects immediately.
At some point, Remlin swings their arm harder pulling them slightly off balance.
âQuit itâ
âIâm adding energy to the walk.â
âYouâre being annoying.â
Remlin grins.
The two of you pass through a busier stretch of the street. There were a lot of voices, movement, and plenty of people brushing past.
Remlin instinctively moves closer and their grip tightens.
You donât comment on it, but your thumb shifts slightly pressing against the back of Remlinâs hand.
You slow down a little after that, too, but just a little.
ââŠHey.â No response. âheyyyyy,â Remlin tries again, tugging your hand.
âHm.â
âIâm bored.â
âThat sounds like a you problem.â
âItâs a you problem now.â
âNow how would that be mine.â
Remlin already has something out, their marker of course.
Then they pause, flicking their eyes between looking at it then at them before making a choice.
âCan I draw on you?â
âNo.â
âPlease.â
âNo.â
âIâll make it cool.â
âNo.â
âIâll make you cool.â
âIâm alreadyââ They stop as Remlin is staring at them expectantly.
ââŠNo.â
There was a short pause before Remlin very slowly reaches toward your wrist anyway.
âRemlin.â
âIâm just testing.â
âYouâre not testing anything.â
âIâm testing your patience.â
âTrust me I can tell.â
But you didn't pull away, and remlin grins as they start doodling.
Itâs light at first, very careful like they expect to be stopped at any second. It was small lines, a few shapes, nothing much.
But, something that starts abstract then slowly turns into something recognizable.
You glance down. ââŠWhat is that.â
âItâs you.â
"me?â
âItâs you being cool.â
âIt looks...â
âItâs stylized, duhâ
But you donât stop them. Remlinâs focus sharpens as they drawâ tongue slightly poking out, brows furrowed, completely absorbed as they add more details, more exaggerated lines, more everything.
They add more.
ââŠDone,â Remlin announces proudly, holding their wrist up like a masterpiece.
âSee? Thatâs you.â
You look at it, it's definitely abstract but you noticed something.
âYou gave me a cape?"
âYou deserve one.â
ââŠI donât wear a cape.â
âYou do now.â
There was a pause before remlin mumbled ââŠItâll wash off.â
But what remlin didn't expect to see was when they looked up to see you smiling down at it.
Remlin lights up again. It was immediate and bright. And withhout warning, they throw their arms around you.
Itâs sudden with full force.
ââŠWhat are you doing,â you say, stiff for half a second.
âCelebrating.â
âThatâs notââ
Remlin squeezes tighter.
Their face pressed into your side.
ââŠYouâre weird,â you sighed but it had no bite to it "Youâre getting paint on me.â
âMhm.â
âYouâre not letting go, are you.â
âNope.â
There was a pause, but then slowly your arm comes up and rests across Remlinâs shoulders. It was careful and light, but it was there. Remlin goes very still for a second, but then they just hug tighter.
âYouâre staying, right?â they mumble.
you look down at them, at the way theyâre holding on like they expect to be let go too.
âFor now,â you say.
Remlin nods against you like thatâs enough and like thatâs everything.
Eventually, Remlin loosens their gripâ but doesnât let go completely. Instead, they grab your hand again like before.
âIâm gonna draw more later,â Remlin says, cheerful again. âMaybe both arms.â
âDonât push it.â
âNo promises.â
The two of you start walking again, although this time it was closer. Their shoulder brushing against your arm, and your hand still firmly held.
ââŠHey.â
"hm.â
âYouâre my favorite person.â
"And you're troublesome"
Remlin beams like that was the best answer they couldâve gotten.
you both pass a few people. Most donât pay attention, but one does oddly enough.
âHey.â
You stop and slowly turned
The stranger gestures between them and Remlin.
ââŠThat your kid or what?â
Remlin goes very still, and their grip tightens just a little.
ââŠAnd what of it,â they say flatly.
The stranger snorts. âJust askinâ.â And then they move on.
Silence lingers for a second. Thenâ ââŠDid you hear that?â Remlin whispers.
âMhmâ
âThey thought I was your kid.â
âThey were mistaken is allâ
âYeah,â Remlin says a bit too quickly.
You guys start walking again, still holding hands.
A few steps later, Remlim leans slightly against your arm staring up at you.
âYou didnât say no,â they mumble.
You opened your mouth to speak, but just shook your head âKeep up,â you managed to say instead, adjusting your grip just slightly tighter.
Remlin beams. âGot it,â they chirp. âI wonât let go.â
They walk a little slower after that. Just enough so Remlin doesnât have to keep up so they can stay right there Hand in hand like theyâve been doing it forever.
I have such a migraine rn so I hope this makes sense bcs thinking was low-key difficult
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HELLOO!! this is the anon from the Cthoni and Momoa req, and this is pretty awkward because I do have prompts but they arenât fleshed out yet.. SO I will offer a dynamic! While it is pretty on the nose, I would suggest a sun x moon relationship dynamic to start off with to get others inspired to send in more requests for these characters as well. And guys cmonn itâs such a classic. I think both characters fit the âmoonâ aesthetic pretty well since both are more reserved, but Iâd probably see Momoa fitting a bit more. For the reader, I would imagine someone who is bright and fiery in comparison. Maybe someone whoâs a little more bold and uplifting, not only towards people but also towards their environment. Whatever their stance is in the world/basically the plot is totally up to you, I just hope this helps until I can send in better prompts!!
-âïž
MY MOON, MY MOON MY (WO)MAN
Cthoni & Momoa with a sunshine s/o
NOTES: someone needs to put me down or just baby me rn these cramps are KILLING ME. Not a good day for me but instead of angst y'all are getting a treat because I'm so kind
CONTENT: headcannons + scenario, Momoa and Cthoni are separate, Momoa x gn!reader, Cthoni x fem!reader, established relationship, hand holding, cuddling, how they are in a relationship, pet names, we're ignoring that they're criminals, likely OOC!Momoa, likely OOC!Cthoni, they are NOT morning people
WORD COUNT: 2.3k
âMISS CTHONIâ
She doesn't really understand you at first. She's not one for brightness, and yours just feels illogical to her.
You're one of the only people who talks to her without being intimidatedâ and she notices immediately.
Another yapper Ă listener trope, except she doesn't really respond much, but she always listens. Always. Even if it seems like she's ignoring you, she's not.
You earn her respect through her watching how you treat people when no one else is around through her manhole cover.
She likes to suddenly appear beside you without warning or context, but won't leave without at least waving goodbye to you.
She's more of a "acts of service" type of gal. She loves doing things for you without warning and usually doesn't let you thank her either
She's fairly possessive, and tends to just snatch you up and disappear if she doesn't like who you're talking to.
She doesn't tolerate people trying to dull your brightness, and usually takes care of it or makes sure they'll never be able to again
She enjoys holding your hand, but usually just has an arm around your waist.
The relationship wasn't really ever established if you didn't make the first move, just one day she decided you were hers.
âSCENARIO BELOWâ
Mornings with Cthoni donât begin gently in the slightest, they usually begin with resistance.
You wake up before her. It's never intentional, but considering as Cthoni tends to sleeps like someone nocturnal, and someone with no trust in humanityâ like she'll roll her eyes at the very first thing she wakes up to. Even at rest, thereâs tension in her shoulders, and faint tightness in her expression like sheâs braced for something even in dreams. Right now, though, sheâs still. Her breathing is slow and steady with one arm draped loosely across your waist as she sleep on top of you. That part still surprises you sometimes. Cthoni isnât naturally affectionate. She doesnât reach out often, she doesnât cling, and she doesnât seek softness for its own sake. But in sleep she holds on like she forgets to guard herself
You decide to shift slightly, testing it only to be met with her grip tightening immediately. It wasn't enough to hurt, just enough to stop you from going anywhere.
You smile to yourself. âOkay,â you whisper. âI see how it is.â
No response.
You decided to give it a few minutes before trying again.
Carefully this time.
âCthoni,â you murmur, nudging her shoulder lightly. âYouâre crushing me.â
A pause.
A low, barely-there sound like something between a hum and a complaint escapes her. Her face turns slightly into your chest to block out the light, her brows knitting together.
âNo.â
You blink. âNo?â
ââŠStay.â Her voice is rough with sleep, quieter than usual but still firm in that unmistakable way she has.
You laugh softly. âI wasnât leaving, I justâ okay, wow, gripâs definitely getting tighterââ
Her arm squeeze you closer without opening her eyes. Already it was the end of the discussion.
So, a while later you try to deploy a different tactic.
âCthoni,â you say again, a little brighter this time. âItâs morning.â
Silence.
ââŠThatâs unfortunate.â
You snort. âYou have to get up eventually.â
âNo.â
âYou literally do.â
ââŠLater.â
You tilt your head, studying her.
She looks softer like this. Not in a dramatic way, shes just less sharp around the edges. Her usual composure is still there, but dulled by sleep, like a blade not yet drawn.
And seeing her weakness in the moment makes you bold enough to tease her.
You lean in slightly, voice teasing. âYouâre not a morning person, are you?â
One eye cracks open and a slow, unimpressed stare meets yours.
âYouâre observant.â
âThank you.â
Her eye closes again.
âStop talking.â
You donât, of course. Instead, you shift just enough to face her more fully, your hand lightly brushing her armâ the one still keeping you firmly in place.
âYou know,â you say, softer now, âmost people say good morning to their girlfriend.â
Thereâs a long pause along with a sigh ââŠGood morning, my love.â Itâs flat. It's half asleep. And it's completely unenthusiastic.
You grin. âWow. So heartfelt.â
ââŠYou asked.â
âI implied.â
You were only met with her hiding her face in your chest in reply. Eventually, she starts waking up but itâs slow, it was more akin to something settling into place piece by piece like a puzzle than anything else really.
Her grip loosens slightly, and her breathing shifts. Her eyes open againâ both this time although still heavy-lidded.
She doesnât move right away, she just looks at you all quiet and focused like shes trying to memorize your sleep kissed face.
ââŠYouâre still here,â she says.
You blink. âYeah? Where would I go?â
A beat.
ââŠNowhere.â
Still, thereâs something in the way she says it, it's like she needed to confirm it anyway.
You stretch carefully. âOkay, seriously, we should get up.â
Her expression doesnât change.
âNo.â
You laugh. âYou canât just refuse to do your job"
âmn.â
âYou canât.â
She simply closes her eyes again as you stare at her agast.
âIncredible. Truly inspiring.â
No response.
You nudge her again.
Nothing.
ââŠCthoni.â
A pause.
ââŠWhat.â
âIf I have to get up, you have to get up.â
ââŠThat sounds like your problem.â
You sigh dramatically, shifting enough that her arm finally slips from around you.
That gets a reaction. Her eyes open immediately, sharper now. Her hand catches your wrist before you can fully pull away.
ââŠWhere are you going.â
âTo get up?â
âWhy.â
You blink at her. âBecause itâs morning.â
âthats unnecessary.â
âYouâre impossible.â
âmn"
But sheâs awake nowâ albeit reluctantly. She sits up slowly, movements controlled but heavy with lingering sleep. Her hairâs a mess, her expression slightly more irritated than usual but not at you, just at the concept of being awake.
You watch her, amused. And unfortunately she notices.
âDonât.â
âDonât what?â
ââŠLook at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike itâs funny.â
You grin. âIt is funny.â
She exhales sharply through her nose, somewhere between annoyance and resignation.
âYouâre enjoying this.â
âVery much.â
The rest of the morning is a bit of an uneven blur. Youâre energyâ movement, chatter, brightness. Sheâs more resistant, slow, quiet and deliberate.
But she follows you, and you're always within her reach.
At some point, you drift near her again without thinking. Your shoulder brushes hers, and she doesn't flinch but a second later, she adjusts just ever so slightly so the contact stays.
âYouâre in a better mood now,â you say.
âIâm awake.â
âBarely.â
âEnough.â
You smile. âYou didnât tell me to stop talking.â
âI considered it.â
âWow.â
âBut... I decided against it.â
You glance at her. âThatâs basically a love confession for you, isnât it?â
A pause.
âThink of it how you would.â
You choke on a laugh. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYouâre still here.â Itâs said in quiet matter-of-fact tone, but it lands heavier than anything else sheâs said.
Before you leave, thereâs always that same pause.
Unspoken. Familiar.
You step closer, and she doesnât move away.
Your hand finds hers, and she grips it immediately.
ââŠYouâre coming back,â she says.
You squeeze her hand, smiling softly. âYeah. I am.â
There was a beat of silence before she spoke once more and her thumb shifts slightly against yours. ââŠGood.â She lets go first this time, but only after holding on long enough to make sure you felt it.
âMISS MOMOAâ
I think she's drawn to you because you're the opposite of her usual "quiet isolation" because you fill space, and she's used to empty ones.
It's probably a yapper Ă listener trope. You talk, she listens- but unlike others, she's actually absorbing everything without the use of asyl.
She finds your voice comforting in the same way she finds music comforting.
I think for her, physical touch would be a bit complex for her due to her vital instrument. so when she chooses to touch you without having asyl near, it's so very intimately intentional and vulnerable.
You're probably the first person you she actually wants to experience in real time, instead of through memories.
She lowkey studies how you laugh, how you react, and like she's learning how to feel more openly.
When she's overwhelmed, she gravitates toward you and usually just hides near you until you guys can leave.
She'll sit beside you or lay her head on your lap in silence while you ramble, and it becomes her favorite kind of noise after a while.
She doesn't say "I love you" easily or very often but she'll let you rest your head on her shoulder beside asyl.
Even with how her vital instrument works, she chooses you over the escape she usually does.
She prefers hovering around you or holding onto your sleeve instead of holding hands
âSCENARIO BELOWâ
Mornings with Momoa Rukel donât really start. You wake up slowly and half-aware, caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness. The world feels quiet, heavy in that soft, early way where nothing has fully settled yet. The first thing you notice is warmth, and the second is weight.
Momoa is pressed against you, and not loosely either. Sheâs latched on.
Her arm is wrapped around your waist, her face tucked into the space just beneath your collarbone, breath warm and steady against your skin. One of your legs is half-trapped between hers, and at some point in the night, sheâs pulled you so close thereâs no space left between you at all.
You blink down at her, still groggy.
ââŠMomoa?â
No response.
You shift slightly, testing the hold.
Bad idea.
Her grip tightens immediately, pulling you closerâlike sheâs reacting on instinct alone. A quiet sound leaves her, something soft and muffled as she nuzzles a little deeper into you. You freeze.
ââŠOkay,â you whisper, barely holding back a smile. âDidnât realize I was your pillow.â
Another small noiseâ half sigh, half hum.
She was still asleep, and still holding on. You try to move again, slower this time.
âMomoa,â you murmur, voice gentle. âWe should probablyââ
Her hand presses more firmly into your side. It wasn't forceful, just extremely insistent like sheâs trying to anchor you there.
âMhm... No,â she mumbles, barely audible.
You blink. Was thatâ? You glance down again. Her eyes are still closed. Expression soft, unfocused.
ââŠDid you just say no?â
A pause.
Then, quieterâ âIts early still, we don't have any tasks. Stay.â
Itâs slurred with sleep. Not fully consciousâ but itâs clear what she wants.
You soften immediately.
ââŠOkay,â you whisper.
You settle back into place, letting your body relax under hers instead of resisting. One of your hands comes up almost instinctively, resting lightly against her back.
She exhales. And then somehow she manages to relax more like that was all she needed.
Momoa is always quiet. Reserved. Distant in ways that make it hard to read her sometimes. But like this?
Sheâs different.
Thereâs no space between you for her to hide in. No distance for her to retreat into. Sheâs all instinctâ seeking warmth and holding onto it without thinking about it.
Her fingers curl slightly in your shirt with her head shifting just enough to get comfortable against you as her breathing evens out again.
You canât help but smile.
ââŠYouâre clingy when youâre sleepy,â you murmur softly.
No response, but her leg hooks a little more securely around yours.
The message was clearly received.
Time passes; youâre not sure how long. But it was long enough for the outside world to start creeping inâ light filtering in, distant noise, the slow pull of responsibility reminding you that you should get up.
You still donât because every time you even think about moving, she reacts. A small shift? Her grip tightens. A breath that hints at waking? She presses closer. At one point, you almost manage to slide your arm out from under herâ
ââŠDonât.â Her voice is barely there. Sleep-heavy and quiet but it stops you instantly.
You glance down only to see that her eyes are still closed.
ââŠYouâre awake?â you whisper.
A pause.
âNo.â
You huff a quiet laugh. âLiar.â
She doesnât respond, but her face presses more firmly into you, like sheâs avoiding the conversation entirely.
âMomoa,â you try again, softer this time. âWe should get up.â
Silence.
Then you felt a faint shake of her head against you.
ââŠLater.â
You smile, even though she canât see it.
âYou said that yesterday too.â
âit worked.â
âYouâre impossible.â
ââŠMm.â
Eventually, you give up. Your hand moves slowly against her back, gentle and absentmindedâtracing small patterns without thinking about it. Her reaction is immediate though, she melts.
Thereâs no other word for it.
The tension you didnât even realize was there fades completely, her body settling more fully into yours, like sheâs sinking into something safe.
A soft exhale leaves her, deeper this time.
She was completely content, and you feel it; and something in your chest softens in response.
ââŠYouâre pretty cold,â you murmur.
A pause.
Then, quietly, ââŠYou're warm.â
You blink.
âYouâre definitely awake.â
ââŠA little.â
Her voice is clearer now, but still soft and still slow. She doesnât move, though. Doesnât pull away. If anything, she leans in more.
âDo you ever plan on letting me go?â you ask, teasing.
A small pause.
âNot a chance, pretty.â
You laugh under your breath. âAt least youâre honest.â
âStay.â
Itâs more deliberate this time, less sleepy instinct.
So, you do. You stay.
You shift just enough to get comfortable again, your arms wrapping around her properly now instead of just accommodating her hold. Your fingers slip into her hair, smoothing it back gently.
She humsâsoft, barely audible and settles.
The morning passes like that.
Nothing wrong this time, just warm silence shared between you, stretching time into something slow and quiet and enough.
Eventually, youâll have to get up. Eventually, the day will start. But not yet.
Right nowâ Momoa is half-asleep in your arms, holding onto you like youâre the only thing tethering her to the moment.
And for once, she doesnât seem to want to be anywhere else.
I'm deadass about to pay (or beg) someone to write a comfort fic, if ANY writer who has even a little bit of like in their heart for me sees this; PLEASE BRO PLEASEEEEđ
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Hii I wanna start by saying I absolutely love your writing so much, itâs always such a joy to read your work!! đ
I was wondering if I could request a Kyouka x fem reader fic :3
I had an idea where maybe reader teaches Kyouka how to make chai (or whatever their favorite tea is, chai just comes to mind for me haha) and they spend some time doing that together! Im sorry itâs not the most descriptive request but Iâm still getting used to/comfortable requesting fics so I hope to be better at it in the future!!
Either way, I hope you have a wonderful day/night :D
I love Kyouka w/ my whole heart and soul and I need more of herđââïž
-đȘŽ
MY EYES STUCK ON YOU
Don't you dare think to move.
NOTES: Within a day I got to level 27 in Tomodachi life so I decided I need to lock the hell in and get back to writing. Also guys PLEASE send in song recommendations I'm running out of shit I know PLEASE YALL PLEEEEAAAASE đ
CONTENT: Kyouka x fem!reader, established relationship, may be OOC!Kyouka, bonding, kisses, hand touches, fluff, they're sickeningly sweet, tea making, reader and kyouka live together, commander is used as a pet name
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
The kettle hadnât even started to simmer before Kyouka was already watching you like it was life or death. Her arms were crossed, her posture straight, and her navy eyes sharp.
âYou said this was simple.â
You glanced over your shoulder, smiling faintly as you set a small mortar and pestle on the counter. âIt is simple, youâre just treating it like a mission.â
âI'm not. I'm simply paying attention."
You huffed a quiet laugh. âItâs chai, Kyouka. Not a job.â
Stillâ she didnât look away. If anything, she looked even closer.
You opened the spice tin slowly, letting the scent drift into the air.
âFirst step,â you said, softer now. âWe start with whole spices.â
You placed them one by one into her palm. âwe have cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, and a little black pepper.â
Her fingers curled instinctively, holding them like something important. ââŠWhy whole?â
âBecause we crush them fresh, so it releases more flavor.â
Kyouka nodded once, committing it to memory.
You guided her hand down to the mortar.
âNow, press. Donât just hit it.â
She tried. At first, it was too controlledâ too careful to even crush anything.
You moved behind her, reaching around, gently adjusting her grip.
âLike this.â
Your hands covered hers again, steadying her hands as you guided her into it.
The spices cracked softly beneath the pressure.
Kyouka paused. ââŠI felt that.â
âYeah,â you murmured. âThatâs how you know itâs working.â
Once the spices were crushed rough and fragrant and imperfect, you stepped back just enough to reach for the pot.
âNext,â you said, âwater."
You poured about a cup and a half into the saucepan, the quiet splash filling the space between you.
âAdd the spices.â
Kyouka did so immediately. There wasn't any hesitation in her movements, but this time she looked at you afterward waiting for your approval.
You smiled in response. âPerfect.â It was subtle, but her shoulders eased.
âNow tea leaves.â You measured them loosely into her hand to which she frowned.
âYou arent measuring precisely.â
âI am, just not with tools.â
âHow inefficient.â
âItâs experience,â you corrected gently.
She hesitated for a moment, then added them anyway.
You turned the heat on.
âNow we let it come to a boil,â you explained. âMedium-high.â
Kyouka leaned slightly closer to the pot, watching the surface like she expected it to react on command.
ââŠHow long?â
âUntil it rolls.â
âHow vague.â
âYouâll see it when it happens.â
She didnât like that answer, but she stayed and watched. And once the water finally began to shift into small bubbles turning into a rolling boilâ her eyes sharpened.
âNow?.â
You smiled. âYeah, now we have to lower it.â
She reached for the dial before you even finished speaking.
âLet it simmer for about two to three minutes,â you said.
âFor what purpose.â
âSo the spices and tea actually infuse,â you explained. âYouâre pulling flavor out of them.â
Kyouka nodded slowly.
You stood beside her while it simmered, it was quiet and warm as the scent filled the space between you bothâ and without thinking, your hand found hers again.
This time, she didnât freeze. Her fingers slid into yours like it was something sheâd learned.
âthis step seems to require patience,â she murmured.
âmhm,â You hummed softly. âYouâre doing great.â
After a couple more moments, you nodded toward the pot.
âOkay. Now sugar.â
She added it carefully.
âHow much?â
âAs much as you like.â
âThats not an answer.â
âItâs a preference.â
Kyouka paused before she added a moderate amount.
âis this an acceptable baseline?â
You grinned. âSure, Commander.â
âAnd nowâmilk.â You handed her the carton, and she hesitated. âYou said timing matters.â
âYeah,â you said gently. âWe add milk after the tea and ginger have boiled. Otherwise it can curdle.â
She nodded onceâand poured.
The color shifted instantly from a dark hue to warm brown soft and comforting.
âit changed,â she said quietly.
âYeah, thatâs the best part.â
âNow we bring it back to a boil,â you continued. âThen let it simmer again for a couple minutes.â
She watched like she was memorizing every second.
And when the tea finally began to rise with foam forming, threatening to spillâ she reacted instantly, lowering the heat before you could say anything.
You blinked. âNice catch.â
She glanced at you, and you could tell from the slight smirk she was pleased with herself.
âLast step,â you said quietly.
She looked at you immediately.
âyou don't have toâ but it's a step nonetheless.â You spoke as you picked up a ladle. âWe aerate it.â
âExplain.â
You dipped the ladle, then lifted the tea and poured it back from a slight height, letting it stream.
âit helps break the cream layer; makes it smoother.â
She watched closely before she reached for the ladle herself. Her movements were precise though slower.
You stayed close behind her, one hand lightly steadying her wrist.
âRelax,â you murmured.
âI am relaxed.â
âyou look like you're trying to command the tea.â You laughed under your breath, leaning just slightly closer.
âTry again.â
This time, she poured more fluidly. The stream was smooth. It was controlled, but not rigid this time.
âis this improved,â she noted.
âYeah,â you said softly. âIt is.â
You turned off the heat.
âNow we strain it.â
She didâ carefully, making sure not to spill even a drop.
Two cups were now evenly filledâ and for a moment, neither of you spoke.
The kitchen was warm and quiet and filled with the scent of spice and milk and something softer beneath it.
You handed her a cup and kyouka studied it before she took a sip.
There was a pause for a moment ââŠThis isââ
She stopped. ââŠits good.â
You tilted your head. âJust good?â
She frowned slightly.
ââŠIts balanced. The spice levels are appropriate, and the sweetness is controlled.â
You stepped closer.
âThatâs not what I meant.â
ââŠI like it,â she said quietly.
Your smile softened instantly.
âThere we goâ
You reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She didnât move away. If anything, she leaned just slightly into the touch.
ââŠThis process,â she said slowly, âis inefficient.â
You raised a brow.
âBut,â she continued, âit produces a result that cannot be replicated through shortcuts.â
You blinked.
âThatâs⊠surprisingly poetic.â
âIm being accurate.â
You laughed and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was warm and gentle, lingering just a second longer than before.
Kyouka froze only for a moment before her hand came up, resting against your waist, steady and certain.
When you pulled back, she was still close still looking at you like she was learning something new.
ââŠThat step,â she said quietly, âwas not in the instructions.â
You smiled, brushing your thumb lightly over her knuckles.
âItâs a part of my version.â
She considered that as leaned in just slightly. ââŠThen your version is preferable.â
And when your lips met again softer this timeâ there was no hesitation at all.
Also I done fucking got pneumonia again so y'all will be getting more fics since I can't workđ ALSO I HAVE NEVER MADE CHAI A DAY IN MY LIFE IM FOLLOWING AN ONLINE RECIPE IM SORRY IF THIS IS INACCURATE
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Hey! I love your x reader fics so much (particularly your Kyouka ones) and I also love some forbidden love stories, so iâve had this idea floating around in my head i feel the need to share.
Kyouka x Giver!reader.
Reader doesnât have to be a cleaner, though i do think it would make the most sense, i also like the idea of a secret giver in the hell gaurd, or like a team of givers for âjust in caseâ. Again i just think cleaner makes the most sense with how they met, why itâs forbidden, so on so forth.
iâm also a sucker for angst, so like i always imagined it not working out and having to break up but still love each other, doomed from the start type shit.
honestly thatâs just what iâve been thinking about, iâm mostly excited to read your interpretation of it all!
YOU'RE AN ANGEL, I'M A DOG
âOr you're a dog, and I'm your man
NOTES: I can't stand making characters break up, so I chose the other optionâ killing one off! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!! I hope this is satisfactory
CONTENT: Kyouka x fem!cleaner!reader, reader is a giver, technically no established relationship, Hurt no comfort, one of the two dies, descriptions of mourning, grief
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
Nobody knew what to call whatever existed between you and Kyouka Nijiku.
Not even the two of you.
You weren't lovers.
The idea would've made both of you immediately deny it.
But friends? That wasn't right either.
Friends didn't stare at one another across rooms with enough tension to make everyone nearby uncomfortable.
Friends didn't seek each other out after every mission just to argue.
Friends didn't remember exactly how the other took their tea.
The truth sat somewhere in the middle.
Undefined.
Uncomfortable.
Dangerously important.
You were a Cleaner, Kyouka was Hell Guard.
That fact alone was enough to start most of your arguments.
The first few had been harmless.
Differences in procedure.
Differences in priorities.
The sort of disagreements that naturally happened when two organizations worked toward the same goal through entirely different methods.
But over time, Kyouka developed a habit. A frustrating habit. Every conversation somehow circled back to the same topic.
"You should join the Hell Guard."
At first you'd laughed.
Then you ignored it.
Then you started expecting it.
Now it just irritated you.
The suggestion came often enough that some people had begun placing bets on how long it would take her to bring it up whenever the two of you were together.
Sometimes, she lasted ten minutes. Sometimes five. One memorable occasion lasted less than thirty seconds.
You'd walked into a room.
She'd looked up.
And immediately said it.
"Join the Hell Guard." As if she'd been waiting all day.
You never understood why she was so determined.
There were plenty of capable people among the Cleaners.
Plenty of fighters, and plenty of individuals worthy of recruitment.
Yet Kyouka seemed fixated on you specifically. It would've been flattering if it wasn't so infuriating.
"You're wasting your talents." That was one of her favorites.
Another was: "You'd have more opportunities."
And then there was: "You'd be safer."
That one always made you laugh.
Safer.
As if becoming Hell Guard suddenly made someone immortal.
As if danger magically disappeared because you wore a different uniform.
Every time she brought it up, you shut her down.
Every time.
And every time she tried again.
The stubbornness would've been impressive if it wasn't directed at you.
The argument that finally broke things apart started like every other one.
With a simple conversation.
The two of you had crossed paths after a long day.
Both exhausted, both irritable, both already in bad moods.
A dangerous combinationâ You should've walked away immediately.
Instead, you stayed.
And Kyouka made the mistake of bringing it up again.
"You should transfer."
You didn't even look at her. "No."
Her expression immediately darkened.
The response had become automatic.
She could practically hear it before you said it.
"You didn't even think about it."
"I've thought about it every time you've asked."
"Then your answer should've changed by now."
You rolled your eyes. "There it is."
"There what is?"
"The reason I don't listen to you."
Her eyebrows lowered. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You don't ask me things," You finally looked at her,
"You decide." The air between you immediately became heavier. "You've already decided what's best for me."
"Because it's obvious."
"No it isn't."
"It is."
"No, Kyouka." Your voice sharpened, "No, it isn't."
People nearby had started leaving.
Neither of you noticedâ or cared for that matter.
Kyouka crossed her arms.
"You spend your days hunting Trash Beasts."
"I'm a Cleaner."
"You constantly throw yourself into dangerous situations."
"I'm a Cleaner."
"You nearly died three weeks ago."
"I'm still alive."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
Her jaw tightened.
The answer sat right there, close enough to reach.
But she didn't say it.
Instead she fell back on the same argument she'd always used.
"The Hell Guard would make better use of you."
You laughed though it was a short humorless sound. "There it is."
"What?"
"You keep talking about what's useful." The irritation you'd been carrying for months finally surfaced. "You ever stop to think maybe I don't want what you want? You don't know what I want."
"Then tell me."
The words came out harder than intended.
The moment they left your mouth, something shifted.
Kyouka froze, though only briefly it was long enough for you to notice.
Tell meâ what simple words.
Yet neither of you seemed capable of answering them.
The silence stretched.
Then shattered.
"You have a future."
You blinked. "What?"
"You have a future." Her voice was firm. "You shouldn't throw it away."
The anger inside you cooled slightly, instead replaced by confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"No I dont."
"You take unnecessary risks."
"I do my job."
"You make reckless decisions."
"I do my job."
"You'll get yourself killed."
The words landed like a slap.
For a second neither of you moved, then something ugly twisted in your chest.
Because she sounded afraid.
Not annoyed.
Not angry.
Afraid.
And somehow that made everything worse.
You laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because you didn't know what else to do.
"You're unbelievable."
Kyouka's expression darkened.
"And you're impossible."
"Maybe." You stepped back. "But at least I don't spend every conversation trying to change who you are."
The words hit harder than intended.
You saw it happen, that tiny flicker. A tiny crack in her composure before she buried it.
But it had been there.
For just a second.
And suddenly you couldn't stay.
The argument felt too personal.
Too raw.
Too close to something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.
So you turned, and you walked away.
Kyouka called your name.
You ignored her.
She called it again.
You kept walking.
The last thing you heard before disappearing around the corner was her voice.
Frustrated, angry, and worried.
And for the first time, you didn't turn back.
The further you walked, the worse your mood became.
You replayed the conversation over and over.
Every word.
Every look.
Every pause.
The things said.
The things left unsaid.
You hated it.
Hated how easily she got under your skin.
Hated how much her opinion mattered.
Most of all, you hated that she'd sounded genuinely scared.
Because if you thought about that too long, you'd start asking questions.
Questions neither of you seemed willing to answer.
So instead, you did what you always did when frustration became unbearable.
You looked for something to hit.
A mission would've been ideal. Unfortunately, Semiu said there weren't any nearby.
So your feet carried you elsewhere.
Toward the outskirts.
Toward the abandoned regions.
Toward danger.
Toward the place everyone knew to avoid.
No Man's Land.
The boundary appeared gradually.
The landscape changed.
The atmosphere shifted.
The feeling of wrongness grew heavier with every step.
Normal people avoided these regions entirely.
Even experienced fighters approached them carefully.
The polluted zones housed stronger Trash Beasts and greater risks.
Everyone knew that. You knew that.
But anger had a way of making people stupid.
And you were very angry.
"Just one." You said it aloud, as if hearing it made the decision smarter.
It didn't.
The first Trash Beast died quickly.
The second took slightly longer.
The third actually managed to injure you.
By then, common sense should've prevailed.
You should've turned around. Gone home. Gotten some sleep. Forgotten the argument.
Instead, like a fool, you kept moving deeper.
Further.
Further.
Further.
Until the realization finally hit.
You'd gone too far.
The silence changed first.
Then the air.
Then the feeling.
Something massive was nearby.
Your instincts screamed.
Every survival lesson you'd ever learned screamed.
Leave now.
Unfortunately, realization came too late.
The creature emerged from the haze, far larger than anything you'd expected to encounter alone.
For a brief moment, everything stopped.
The world.
Your breathing.
Your thoughts.
Then the Trash Beast moved.
And the fight began.
Nobody witnessed what happened.
Nobody survived to report it.
Nobody knew exactly how long you fought.
Only the aftermath remained.
The destruction.
The ruined terrain.
The blood.
The evidence of a battle that had ended badly. Very badly.
You fought.
You survived.
You pushed yourself further than you should've.
But eventually strength ran out as it always did.
One mistake became another. One injury became several. And somewhere in that hopeless struggle, the inevitable happened.
The Cleaner who never backed down, the Cleaner Kyouka had spent months trying to drag into a safer position, the Cleaner she'd argued with countless times had died.
You had died all alone in No Man's Land, with people only finding what remained of you days after the fact.
At first, nobody realized you were missing.
Cleaners disappeared for a day or two all the time.
Missions ran long.
Assignments changed.
Schedules shifted.
It happened.
Then one day became two.
Two became three.
Concern slowly replaced assumption.
People started asking questions.
Looking.
Searching.
Kyouka heard about it almost by accident, it was just a passing conversation.
A casual remark.
A missing Cleaner.
Your name.
The moment she heard it, something felt wrong.
You weren't the type to vanish.
You weren't the type to disappear without warning.
She immediately began searching.
Officially, there was no reason. Unofficially, she couldn't stop herself.
She checked headquarters.
Asked questions.
Tracked reports.
Followed every lead she could find.
With each dead end, the feeling in her chest worsened.
By the fourth day, frustration had become worry.
By the fifth day, worry had become fear.
By the sixth, she finally learned where you'd goneâ No Man's Land.
The words hit like a physical blow. For a long moment, Kyouka simply stared.
Waiting for someone to correct themselves.
Nobody did.
The silence told her everything.
"No."
The word escaped before she could stop it.
The room went quiet.
No Man's Land.
Alone.
After an argument.
After she'd told you not to throw your life away.
After she'd warned you.
After she'd watched you walk away.
Someone continued speaking, explaining that a cleaners team traveling there for a mission had found you.
Kyouka didn't hear any of it, her thoughts had become a roar.
A desperate refusal.
You couldn't be dead.
You were too stubborn.
Too reckless.
Too difficult.
Too alive.
But reality didn't care what she believed.
The search team found enough evidence.
There was no mistake, and certainly no misunderstanding.
No miracle waiting around the corner.
You were gone.
For the first time in years, Kyouka didn't know what to do.
She stood there in complete silence as the information settled slowly.
The last conversation she'd ever have with you had been an argument.
The last thing she'd done was try to force you into a future you didn't want.
The last thing she'd heard was your footsteps walking away.
And now there would never be another conversation.
Never another argument, never another chance.
Kyouka lowered her head.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
The commander who never bent stood perfectly still.
And for the first time since she'd met you, she had absolutely no idea where to find you.
Because there was nowhere left to look.
The seasons changed after a while.
Life didn't stop simply because someone died.
Kyouka learned that lesson quickly though it was one she hated.
The sun still rose every morning, people still filled the streets, the Hell Guard still had reports to file, criminals to apprehend, duties to fulfill, and the Cleaners still hunted Trash Beasts.
The world continued moving forward with cruel indifference.
And somehow that felt wrong, because you weren't there.
The first few weeks had been the hardest.
Everywhere she looked, there was something that reminded her of you.
A stupid comment someone made.
A chair left empty during a meeting.
A familiar route through the city.
Every reminder arrived unexpectedly, and every reminder hurt.
Kyouka never spoke about it, she wasn't the type. But the people under her command knew something had changed.
They could see it.
She spoke less, didn't bother with people like how she did before, worked longer hours too.
But nobody dared ask why. Not when her gaze had become so distant. Not when she looked tired in ways sleep couldn't fix. Not when she carried grief like armor.
Some wounds weren't meant to be discussed.
So everyone pretended not to notice, and Kyouka pretended she was fine.
Months passed, then more.
The sharp pain dulled.
It became quieter like a constant aching presence she carried everywhere.
It was something she learned to live beside.
Not overcome.
On a cool afternoon, she found herself standing before your grave again.
She visited more often than she'd ever admit.
Always alone, usually in silence.
Today was different.
Today she carried a small wooden tray.
Upon it sat a teapot and two cups.
The tea had been prepared carefully.
A habit she had developed more after your death. You always teased her for preferring tea when conversations stretched too long.
You'd say she's much to formal, and Kyouka had always insisted that made no sense.
You'd laughed at her and sometimes she even found herself laughing alongside you.
Now she found herself remembering that conversation in embarrassing detail.
The memory almost made her smile.
Almost.
The cemetery was quiet.
The wind moved gently through the grass.
Clouds drifted overhead.
Everything felt peaceful.
The sort of peace people searched their entire lives for.
Kyouka hated it, because you never got to see it. You'd spent your life running toward danger. And now the world suddenly wanted to be gentle.
It felt unfair.
She approached your grave slowly.
The stone was familiar, far too familiar.
There had been a time when seeing your name written there made her feel sick.
Now it simply hurt.
She could live with that.
Kyouka lowered herself onto the ground, the movement was careful and measured.
She set the tray beside her, and then poured tea into both cups.
Steam rose from the surface.
Thin white tendrils drifting upward into the afternoon air
For a few moments she simply watched it. Then she reached for the second cup.
The one that wasn't hers.
And placed it carefully atop the gravestone.
Right in front of your name.
The gesture had become tradition.
A pointless tradition.
A foolish tradition.
But one she continued anyway.
"You still owe me for all the tea you've stolen."
Her voice broke the silence. It was soft, the sort of voice nobody else ever heard from her.
Kyouka stared at the cup.
Waiting.
Knowing nothing would happen.
Still waiting.
The silence that followed felt familiar.
Almost comfortable.
"You always said it tasted better when it belonged to someone else."
A faint smile touched her lips.
"You were an idiot."
The smile faded almost immediately.
The cemetery remained quiet.
Only the wind answered.
Kyouka wrapped both hands around her own cup.
The warmth seeped into her fingers.
Not enough.
"I saw a Cleaner the other day. From your team"
Her gaze remained fixed on the gravestone.
"He reminded me of you."
The confession came easier than expected. Perhaps because there was nobody left to hear it.
"He was reckless."
A pause.
"Annoying."
Another pause.
"He argued with everything he was told."
A tiny laugh escaped her.
"I almost arrested him."
The laugh faded.
"I think you would've liked him."
The silence returned.
Kyouka took a sip of tea.
The warmth settled in her chest.
Briefly.
Then disappeared.
The wind shifted, and a few loose leaves drifted across the cemetery.
Kyouka watched them travel.
Then looked back at your name.
The words escaped before she could stop them.
"I miss you." She whispered like a prayer.
The truth rarely needed decoration.
Her grip tightened around the cup. Not enough to break it anymore like before, just enough to remind herself she was still holding something.
Still here.
Still alive.
Unlike you.
The thought hurt.
Even now.
Especially now.
Because time hadn't changed anything.
It had only given her more opportunities to realize how much was missing.
You should've been here.
Arguing with her.
Talking to her.
Existing.
Instead, there was only stone and memory.
Kyouka lowered her eyes.
"I keep expecting to see you." The admission came quietly. "I know it's stupid."
She laughed softly.
"Every time I pass Cleaner headquarters."
Another laugh.
Smaller this time.
"Every time I hear someone yelling."
The smile faded.
"Every time someone does something reckless."
The words slowed.
"I still look."
Her throat tightened.
"And for a second..."
The sentence trailed off.
Because she couldn't finish it.
For a second she forgot.
For a second she expected you to be there.
Then reality returned.
Every time.
Without fail.
The disappointment never became easier.
Kyouka stared at the tea resting atop your gravestone.
Steam still curled from its surface.
But not as much as before.
The warmth was fading.
Slowly and inevitably.
She found herself watching it mesmerized as though the tea represented something important.
Perhaps it did.
The last remnants of warmth.
The final traces of something alive.
Gone little by little.
Until nothing remained.
"You know..." She exhaled quietly. "There was a time when I thought I'd convince you."
The memory surfaced unexpectedly.
Countless arguments.
Countless conversations.
Countless attempts to recruit you.
At the time she'd convinced herself it was practical.
Logical.
Professional.
Now she knew better.
Now there was nobody left to lie to.
"I wasn't trying to recruit you."
Her eyes remained on the gravestone.
The confession emerged in pieces.
Slowly.
Painfully.
"I told myself I was."
A bitter smile appeared.
"But that wasn't it."
The realization had taken months.
Months of sleepless nights.
Months of staring at ceilings.
Months of reliving conversations.
Eventually she'd understood.
She'd wanted you close. That was all.
Not because of your abilities, not because of your potential. Just because you were you.
And she had wanted more time.
More conversations.
More arguments.
More days.
More years.
She swallowed.
Hard.
"I was selfish."
The words sounded strange.
Kyouka rarely admitted fault.
Especially not aloud.
Yet here she was, speaking to a gravestone. Confessing things she'd never managed to say while you were alive.
"I wanted to keep you where I could see you." The wind brushed against her hair, making her appear almost gentle. "I thought if you joined the Hell Guard..."
Her smile became sad.
"...then maybe I'd stop worrying."
The laugh that followed held no amusement.
As though that would've changed anything.
As though she'd ever stop worrying about you.
The thought was absurd.
She would've worried forever.
And now she would never get the chance.
The tea continued cooling.
The steam was almost gone.
Kyouka watched it disappear.
Then she spoke again, this time quieter.
More vulnerable.
"I think about impossible things." A long silence followed "I think about another life."
The words felt ridiculous.
She wasn't someone who believed in fantasies, she never had been.
But grief had a way of creating strange hopes.
Tiny impossible hopes.
The kind people clung to when reality wasn't enough.
Kyouka stared at the horizon.
At the sunlight spilling across the cemetery.
At the peaceful afternoon neither of you had earned.
And she imagined it.
Another world.
Another life.
One where neither of you carried weapons.
One where neither of you wore uniforms.
One where there were no Trash Beasts.
No Hell Guard.
No Cleaners.
No No Man's Land.
No final arguments.
No graves.
Just life.
An ordinary life.
The kind most people ignored, the kind she'd once considered boring.
Now it sounded perfect.
In her mind, she could almost see it.
A small house.
Nothing extravagant.
A kitchen, a table, a window that let sunlight inside, you standing there.
Complaining about something insignificant.
Probably her.
Definitely her.
The thought made her smile.
A real smile this time.
Small.
Fragile.
Beau
I had an atrocious day at work, so y'all gotta suffer with me. Gotta get group bonding in somehow
Just gonna throw my hat in the good old ring here⊠Some good old fashioned Riyo x Cleaner!Reader
Itâs the arc where Jabber is introduced and kidnaps Rudo EXCEPT, Reader replaces Rudo. And like, Riyo is tweaking hardcore as the backup squad is on their way to the scene. So much so that Enjin is a little nervous she might kill someone. Thank you!
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YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT YOU DID NOT CREATE
I've gotta say what I've gotta say, and then I swear I'll go awayâ But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise.
NOTES: HII I'm gonna try n get more requests done today since I really don't like keeping y'all waiting. Should I do a part two, though? AFTER THIS, THE JABBER FIC IS COMING UP!
CONTENT: Riyo x gn!cleaner!reader, you didn't say the reader was a spherite or anything so I didn't follow the plot perfectly but it's definitely there, Jabber beats the hell out of you and Zanka, Riyo almost crashes out, Enjin def grows a gray hair at the sight, Zanka & reader are a platonic pairing in this, Riyo x reader is romantic, Petnames are used for reader by Riyo, Forget the ripper Riyo was straight tweaking
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
It was too short of a mission it was suppoded to be a âSmall trashbeast sighting,â one of the supporters said, gesturing lazily at the map. âCivilian stuck nearby. Shouldnât take long.â
Zanka didnât like it, and you could tell. He didnât say anything outright, but his posture gave him away. His shoulders were set, gaze sharp, attention stretched just a little too wide for something this simple.
You nudged him lightly as you walked.
âYouâre overthinking it.â
That earned you a flat glance.
âOr âm thinking the right amount.â
You snorted. âItâs just a small trashbeast.â
âThatâs what bothers me.â
The building creaked like it was seconds from collapsing. Dust floated through the air, thick enough to taste. The deeper you went, the quieter it gotâ there wasn't any wind, no shifting debris, just the echo of your own footsteps. The supporters hung back a bit, scanning, whispering between themselves.
Zanka raised a hand, and everything stopped.
âDo ya hear that?â
You stilled. At first, no, nothing. Thenâ A faint scrape. Not heavy enough for a beast, but not random enough to ignore.
ââŠYeah,â you murmured.
Zankaâs grip tightened slightly.
âStay close.â
You were about to reply, but you didnât get the chance. They dropped in all at once. From above, from behind, hell from gaps in the walls that shouldnât have been there. Raidersâ way too many. âAmbush!â one of the supporters shouted, it was unnecessary, but loud enough to echo.
Zanka was already moving.
The first one barely got close before he slammed them into the ground. Hard. You pivoted, catching another mid-swing and driving your weapon into their side, knocking the air out of them before finishing the hit.
âLeft!â
âI see it.â
Zanka intercepted before the blade could even reach you, twisting the attacker down and dropping them in one motion.
It shouldâve been overwhelming, numbers like that usually were. But, you and Zanka didnât fight like you were outnumbered, it was just like it was routine.
Step in. Cover. Strike. Move. Again.
And again.
And again.
One of them tried to rush you from your blind spot, but Zanka was already there.
âWatch it.â
âGot it.â
You didnât even turn fullyâ just adjusted, trusting him to handle it, and he did. Within minutes, there was just silence.
Bodies scattered. Groans from the ones still conscious. The rest unmoving.
You exhaled, rolling your shoulder slightly.
ââŠâa small trashbeast,â huh? At least it was pretty easyâ
Zanka didnât answer immediately, he was still looking around.
ââŠNot done,â he said quietly.
...The air shifted, and it felt wrong all the sudden.
âYou'll be just as easy, quick too.â The voice cut through the silence like it didnât belong there.
You turned, and he was already there. It was Jabber.
He stood a few feet away like heâd been watching the whole time, head tilted slightly, grin easy and sharp.
âNot bad,â he hummed, glancing around at the downed raiders. âKinda disappointing, though. They went down real fast.â
Zanka stepped forward, just enough to put himself between you and him. âStay back.â
You didnât argue, but you didnât move far either.
Jabberâs eyes flicked between you both.
âWhich one of y'all's stronger?â he asked, like it actually mattered. âOr are you a package deal?â
No answer.
Zanka didnât waste time, and he moved.
The first strike shouldâve landed, but it didn't. Jabber slipped to the side like he wasnât even there, laughter already bubbling up. "I see how it is, protecting the girl, huh?â
Zanka adjusted immediately, turning the miss into a follow-up.
Missed again.
You stepped in to close the gap from the other side.
Jabberâs attention split for a second, but that was enoughâ Your strike landed enough to push him back.
âOh?â he perked up, grin widening. âNow thatâs better!â
The fight changed fast.
Jabber didnât hit hard, he didnât need to anymore. He slipped between attacks, twisted around strikes, turned near-hits into nothing like the laws of motion just didnât apply to him.
Zanka forced some controlâ trying to tighten space, limit movement, and predict his patterns. You followed his lead, cutting off angles, forcing Jabber into narrower and narrower openings.
And for a momentâ It worked.
Jabber cackled. âMan, y'all are fun!â
He shifted, and suddenlyâ He was inside Zankaâs guard.
A sharp movementâ Barely visible.
Zanka stiffened, just for a second but you saw it.
ââŠZanka?â
He stepped back, but not by choice. His body didnât quite follow him right, either.
His hand tightened around his weapon like he was forcing it to listen.
ââŠPoison,â he muttered.
Your stomach dropped.
Jabber beamed.
âYep, a nasty neurotoxin from Mankira gotcha.â
You moved without thinking, closing the distance, but he was already gone.
âRun.â
Zankaâs hand caught your arm mid-step hard.
âGo.â
âNoââ
âGo.â
You hated it, but you listened. You turned and ran... But he was already there.
âLeaving me soon?â Jabber tilted his head, smile lazy.
You didnât answer, you attacked. He dodged everything like you were predictable.
But something grazed your side, you ignored it, then your legs almost gave out.
âWhatââ
Your balance slipped, vision blurred at the edges, and your grip faltered.
No.
Behind youâ
Zanka forced himself forward, breath uneven and heavier than it shouldâve been.
âDonâtâtouchââ
His staff hit the ground hard.
Jabber laughed. âDamn, y'all are fun!â
Your body felt wrong, like your limbs didnât belong to you anymore. You tried to steady yourself, but failed. Zanka dragged himself closer.
ââŠstayâŠawakeâŠâ he forced out.
You tried.
God, you tried.
Jabber spun lazily between you both, hands behind his head like this was all just entertainment.
âMost people drop faster,â he mused. âGuess y'all are special or something.â
He crouched in front of you, grin softening into something curious.
Your vision tunneled, Zanka was still there... Barely. Jabber leaned closer and the last thing you saw was him smiling.
The world came back in fragments. A dull ringingâlike something had been struck too hard and hadnât stopped vibrating yet.
Then pressure, then impact. Like Somethingâsomeoneâ hit the wall hard enough to shake the entire structure.
Concrete cracked.
Jabber didnât even get a chance to laugh this time.
âFound you.â Riyoâs voice cut through everything. Her voice was low and sharp like you hadn't heard before.
You barely registered her before she was there. Kneeling with her hands on you immediatelyâ your face, your shoulders, your arms, she was checking and making sure you were okay.
ââŠheyâhey, câmon, stay with me, baby,â she muttered, voice tight in a way youâd never heard before. âDonât you dare pass out on me now.â
Her hands werenât steady Not even close.
Across from youâ
Zanka let out something that mightâve been a breath of relief.
ââŠfinallyâŠâ He was still conscious.
Jabber coughed out a laugh from where heâd been embedded into the wall, blood at the corner of his mouth, grin somehow still there.
âShit, man, now it hurts to laughââ
Riyo crossed the distance in a blink, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him back into the wall before he could even finish.
The crack was louder this time as if the building itself didnât appreciate it.
âYou think this is funny?â she said, Jabberâs grin didnât fade.
If anything, it sharpened.
âOne hundred percent.â
Another slam, a harder one. The air shifted, pressure buildingâ thick, suffocating, violent.
Even the supporters who had just rushed back in hesitated, keeping their distance. Then, Riyo put her hand on her bag, but she wasn't trying to grab her maskâ
âRiyo!â
Enjinâs voice cut in as he stepped forward, measured but firm.
He took one look at Jabber, then at her, and his expression tightened.
Because he could see that edge, that point where she wouldnât stop.
She didnât answer, she didnât even look at him.
âAnd him,â she added, almost as an afterthoughtâlike Zanka barely mattered compared to you.
Zanka huffed weakly from the floor. ââŠwow. rude.â
Enjin moved closer, like diffusing a bomb.
âRiyo,â he said again, sharper now. âYouâve got your girl.â
A pause.
âYou donât need him.â
For a secondâ nothing. But then your hand twitched, hardly lifting.
ââŠRiâŠâ
That did it.
Her head snapped toward you. And just like that, everything else stopped mattering.
Her grip loosened.
Jabber dropped, catching himself, still laughing under his breath like this was all worth it.
âMan⊠youâre real scary,â he said, wiping blood from his lip. âI like it.â
No one moved to stop him as he was snatched away by Cthoni.
Not with Riyo like this.
Not with everything on the verge of snapping again.
Riyo was already back at your side.
âHeyâhey, stay with me,â she murmured, voice softer now, but still tight as she pulled you into her arms. âIâve got you. Iâve got you.â
Her grip was firm and unyieldingâ like if she let go, youâd disappear.
Your vision blurred again, but she was there. Close and warm.
Behind you, supporters moved quicklyâlifting Zanka carefully.
He winced, but didnât protest much.
ââŠthey call backupâŠ?â he rasped.
âAlready done,â one of them replied. âWeâre getting you both out.â
Zankaâs gaze flicked toward you, then to Riyo.
ââŠgood,â he muttered. âsheâd⊠kill someoneâŠâ
âAlready tried,â Enjin said dryly.
Riyo shot him a look.
âTake her,â he ordered. âNow.â
No room for argument. âFor once, Iâm not asking.â
Riyo clicked her tongue, but didnât fight it.
âCâmere, sweetheart,â she muttered, shifting you more securely in her arms as she stood. âStay awake for me, yeah? Just a little longer.â Her thumb brushed against your arm, over and over, like she needed the motion to keep you here.
Grounded.
âIâve got you,â she repeated, quieter now as she started moving. âNot letting you go. Not happening.â
Behind her, Zanka was being carried out, still conscious, still stubbornly holding on.
ââŠhey,â he called weakly.
Riyo didnât stop.
âThanks,â he added anyway.
A pause.
ââŠdonât do it again,â she muttered.
A faint, breathless huff from him. ââŠno promisesâŠâ
Enjin exhaled, watching them both get carried out in different directions.
Then glanced back onceâ To where Jabber had disappeared alive.
ââŠyeah,â he muttered to himself. âThatâs gonna be a problem.â
Riyo didnât loosen her hold on you the entire way back. If anything, her grip only tightened. And every time your head dipped. Every time your body went just a little more slack, her voice was right there, holding you together. âStay with me, pretty girl,â she murmured against your hair. âIâm right here.â
That was what you heard before you fell unconscious once more.
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