Blue Onyx

This whole account is STRICTLY for NICHE characters, characters with little to no fanfic presence, or even just niche pairings / troupes involving niche characters. If it's a game or movie or show or WHATEVER that I haven't seen before, it'll take me some extra time to get out a fic. SO, if you are in the business for someone to write your FAVOURITE character who is drifting under the radar, request away!

Note: I am a functioning human being who has an active life outside of social media. It will take me some time to get fics out, especially if I have requests pending already.

Little Puma x Fem!Reader

ADMIRING FROM NOT SO FAR AWAY

Synopsis: Little Puma likes your drawings almost as much as he likes you.

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The midday sun beats down relentlessly, the prairie flooded in a warm light, grassy plains green with life. It had rained not too long ago, and everything seemed to buzz, especially now that it had all soaked in.

Little Puma had set out that morning to do what he always did. Hunt, wander, get into strife with Myron, and by the time lunch had come and gone, he'd trapsed off on his own. He had a goal. He was looking out for something important. Someone important. And he knew exactly where to find her.

You'd found the perfect spot, you'd told him so. Though nearly everywhere was the perfect place to draw or paint according to you. Every time you got a spare moment to go off on your own, you'd bring a small pouch of pencils and a travel sketchbook before disappearing off into the foliage.

That's where he'd find you, amongst a sea of wispy green grass with a pencil scratching away at the paper, slowly mapping the page with what you saw. Sometimes, it was for the lighting and others for the subject matter. He'd once spent hours watching you paint a herd of bison. Although in awe of how you seemed to just be able to make a masterpiece from thin air, he had taken a small nap in the afternoon sun. Could you blame him? It was warm and comfortable, and your rambling was like a sweet lullaby.

Though, finding you painting was rare. The easel, the canvas, the paints, it was simply too much to lug around to where you wanted to do so.

White Sun would tease him about his almost daily commitment to joining you on your artistic endeavours, he'd never tell her it was actually any task you were up to that he would stick around for, the older sister always asking when he'd bring you around again.

Myron was never too pleased to see his friend so sappy, but he thought you were a nice woman and would check in on you when Little Puma couldn't. And it certainly wasn't because you gave him baked goods if you had any. Definitely not.

Little Puma followed the treaded path at the edge of the tree line, keeping a keen eye out over the slightly hilly terrain. Soon, you come into view, obscured by the way the grass ebbs and flows in a Spring breeze. Though, it was certainly you, especially with the way your head was craned down to your lap and the skirt of your dress seemed to melt around you.

A series of leaped footsteps draw your attention as they get closer, eyes quickly landing on a bounding Little Puma. Though his legs were certainly long, he still had to wade through the grass to get to you. A grin stretches across your lips at the sight, his own expression one of almost childlike enjoyment as he closes in.

"You look like a fawn learning how to walk for the first time."

Your voice is slightly raised as a stronger gust of wind comes rushing past you both. His singular braid flipping from behind him to his shoulder and your own hair ruffles about, bringing a hand to push it back to see him clearly again. There's a quirk on one side of his lips, an amused smirk.

"You're going to get sunburnt if you keeping coming out here without a hat."

He passes off your comment, now coming to sit down on the ground next to you. The taller grass creates a sort of boundary around the two of you and everything feels more peaceful, like a little capsule for just you both. He plops down heavily, a dramatic groan leaving him. You only watch on with an incredulous and playfully judgemental look.

You roll your eyes sarcastically and look back at the half created drawing, pencil moving to sketch some defining lines.

"Speak for yourself, you never wear one."

You retort in a mumble, his presence looming beside you as he leans to watch over your shoulder as you work.

"It's not the same."

His voice holds a tone of disbelief and he shakes his head, steel earrings jingling right beside your ear. The sound like a twinkling bell. You furrow your brows for a moment before letting what he said lie to rest.

"I can feel you breathing on me."

You state with a small laugh, turning your head slightly to look over at him. He's closer than you had expected but he seems completely unbothered by the invasion of your personal space. He simply grins.

"I can't see otherwise."

He defends, shifting around like he's making a big circle over your shoulder and down the left side of your body with his face.

"You stink, where have you been?"

You poke, refusing to look up at the flash of concern that you know briefly crossed his face, as he leans back and brings the collar of his shirt to his nose. You let out a snort, unable to keep it in at the way he took it so genuinely.

"Don't even joke about that! Myron said the same thing when he saw me this morning."

He grumbles but a smile can be heard just from his voice.

"Well maybe you really do stink then."

You continue, abandoning your sketching to look at him fully again. Closing your sketchbook carefully. You take in the way he is looking at you now, like he had been silently admiring you for a moment. Sure, you two had a rather well known relationship, marriage something that seemed inevitable once you both got a slight bit older, but there was something about the way he'd gaze at you that still made your heart feel like it's about to leap into your throat.

His outstretched leg brushes yours in an almost intentional nudge. There's a sweet, barely there smile that rests on his lips, one he only offers to you. And without realising it, you mirror his expression.

"Who knew that the aloof Puma would turn out to be such a little romantic."

You tease, reaching out to pinch his cheek as he swats your hand away. He lets out a small 'ow' before giving you a faux displeased look. Your hands still reach for his face, now simply bothering him for your own entertainment as your laughs meld together and he tries to, albeit weakly, fight back.

You stop for a moment as he reclined onto his back in an attempt to escape your torment. You're leaned over him, his hand at some point having found your side and before he can even open his eyes to question your halt. You lean down softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back just as quickly. His eyes squinting up at you with a growing smile before leveraging his hand beside him to lean up and kiss you back. His lips are more firm, like he's sealing an unspoken promise.

When you part, he lays back comfortably again, guiding you down to lay beside him, pressed to his side and head resting between his chest and shoulder. He lets out a content breath through his nose, thumb brushing your side gently in a rhythmic movement. The sun now warms the two of you, the feeling coating your skin as you relax into him.

"I'll need to go back soon."

You murmur, hand softly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"I'll walk with you."

A warmth fills your chest. He always did and you were convinced he always would. You waited for him, drawing your free time away and he always came to you, looked at your creations almost as lovingly as he does at you.

Eron Keen x Fem!Reader

LATE NIGHT LOVIN'

Synopsis: It's late, you're not in bed and Eron can't sleep without you.

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A lot of things had changed since Eron and you started living together. And it all had happened by coincidence, a chain of events that slowly over time created a, sometimes bothersome, habit.

It began with your relationship, despite his lack of social skills and human interaction, he had somehow fallen into an easy ebb and flow with you. He thought he'd struggle, that he would never be able to sustain something like romance. He was better with tech, lines of code, than he'd ever been with other people. But you just seemed to know how to be with him, there wasn't a corner of his mind that you didn't at least try to understand and most of it wasn't even an effort, you just... did. He'd never felt more seen.

So as things progressed and you started spending more time at his house than your own, he became expectant on your presence in his space. His space, that was slowly becoming your space as well. He had a rather geometric and minimalistic form of interior design, it was something he didn't put much thought into. He just put what he liked where he liked. Soon, there was an extra toothbrush next to his, your favourite mugs had cozied up in his cupboard, your clothes filtered into his closet. And suddenly, at every turn of his place, there were traces of you. Reminders you weren't ever gone for long. You just seemed to integrate into his life and his place in a way that didn't bother him the same way that other people invading his space did.

It was around that time that it started. Whenever you weren't around, whether you were at work, out with friends or back at your place, which had basically turned into storage since you were never there, he would become restless. He would find himself longing for your presence, yearning to see you, to feel you, even if he was busy with developing or running his company.

And it only worsened when night fell. At first when he would lie down to sleep and you were elsewhere, he would struggle but eventually be able to rest. If you were in his house and simply not in bed with him, he'd go find you or wait patiently until you came to the bedroom as well. But now? it had become a whole different battle. He wouldn't catch a wink of sleep, he lay there staring into the darkness, feeling the cold, empty sheets around him and how his bed suddenly felt too big for just him, despite never having upgraded since he first moved in. And by the time morning came, he'd be exhausted and lonelier than ever, almost becoming a walking corpse until he could be in your presence again.

He'd gotten so used to you being there all the time that his body felt deprived when you weren't there with him for long periods of time. He had become clingy... though he prefers the term "mildly attached", which you both knew was a lie.

Tonight was no different. Just like every night, he thought things would have changed, that for once he might be able to shake this attachment. But as usual, he was wrong.

The projected digital clock on the wall reads 1:47 am. The ambient lighting he turns on to boost sleep, plays along the roof. The sheets are cold, Eron is tired and lonely and you are still not in bed. You'd said just a few more minutes to finish off some work stuff when he asked if you were coming with him, now it had been at least an hour. He didn't want to bother you, he knew how much your work mattered to you, but he also couldn't help that he had developed this habit.

A soft sigh conceals his exhaustion and disappointment. He turns on his side to face the open door, light pours in from outside, illuminating the room further. He can almost imagine you, probably still at the kitchen counter where he had last seen you, sifting through paperwork on a stool he's sure isn't as comfortable as his bed. Eron stills, brows furrowing in defeat and pushing his, albeit minimal, pride aside. He couldn't keep this up.

"[Name]?"

His voice travels the silence of the room and out the door, a borderline pitiful call. A response comes in the form of soft padding footsteps approaching the bedroom, Eron pulls the blanket tighter around himself, as if it will shield him from his own embarrassment. The door opens a little further and a familiar figure stands on the other side, it's you.

"Eron?"

There's a small amusement to your voice, the sight of him is... sweeter that you had expected. He looks cosy, rugged up and reclined against his pillows, hair a tussled mess, unlike his usual tidy appearance. Though, his expression wasn't as satisfied. Eron looks disappointed in himself, as if asking himself if it had really gotten to this point. You offer a knowing smile before he's forced to say anything. You knew, of course you did. You knew he'd began struggling to sleep without you, how he'd look like you were the greatest gift when you would finally came to bed.

You're glad you'd been finishing up when his voice had come from the bedroom, like a siren's song, calling you to where you wanted to be the most. The tiles of his room are cold before you reach the fur rug that covers the space under his bed, he always said he hated having his feet touch cold floors first thing in the morning, even if it was carpet. There's probably a pair of slippers perched somewhere on his side of the bed. The sheets rustle as his movements follow you around the bed to your side, now facing the empty space you will soon fill.

"I'm sorry, are... you finished with your work?"

He's hesitant, it's the first time he'd actually called you to come to bed and he was feeling, well, bad about it. His hand grips the corner of the blanket, pulling it back for you to just climb in.

"Close enough- God, it's cold!"

You yelp in surprise as you settle into bed, the sheets frostier than you had anticipated. A huff of a laugh comes from beside you as you begin to get comfortable against the plush of the pillows, Eron restrains a small smile in the line of his lips.

"It wouldn't be so cold if you'd come to bed sooner."

It's matter of fact the way he says it, like it's his small revenge to give you some sass. Though, he sooths his attitude with his arms as they sling around you, pulling you closer until there's barely any room between you both. A small sarcastic hum leaves you, though a grin splits across your lips.

Andy x Fem!Reader

DIRECTIVE: LOVE?

Synopsis: Andy tries to understand a feeling that his programming wasn't built for and why he's feeling it for his friend.

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Andy's prime directive had always been the same thing, to do what's best for Rain. Though he lacked the abilities to carry out that objective effectively, he remained a permanent, albeit rather unconventional, presence in her life. Closer to being siblings than android and human.

He was damaged goods as some would point out, better off as parts than not fully functioning. It was something he was well aware of, but if Rain still wanted him, he had a purpose. And besides, that's not how Rain saw it, or you for that matter.

Oh yes, you. A constant presence in his and Rain's life and one he deeply enjoyed, you were basically his first and only friend outside of Rain. You'd never seen him as others did, a tool missing it's usefulness. Instead you treated him more like a person, not something to be looked down upon just because his insides lacked real organs. He enjoyed your company, a lot, you just seemed to understand even when he wasn't making much sense. You both had a lot in common, video games, terrible jokes he would later repeat to Rain, and even in aspects you didn't he still liked listening to your voice when you talked.

He'd never been a regular android, it's just how he's built. Even so, he'd been feeling odd lately, like something was changing within him. Andy tried to focus on the everyday but his mind would always drift to something you'd said or the way you smiled at him when you saw him yesterday, and every time it happened, he felt a sort of crackling in the back of his head and his directive felt hazy.

He began to notice he would worry about you, whether you were ill or uncomfortable, he would do whatever he could to help make you feel better. Rain wasn't oblivious to the way his gaze would linger or how he would ask about you either, she was well aware that something was going on with him.

At first he thought something was wrong with his code, ran diagnostics, had Rain check him out but nothing unusual showed up. He distanced himself for a bit, trying to see if some time apart from you would change the way he was feeling. But after a few days, he became restless and it only seemed to worsen everything, all he could think about was you. And you, had become worried something was wrong with him and kept asking Rain about him and why he didn't want to see you, which only made Andy feel terrible about avoiding you.

So he started spending time with you again and you both decided to just forget that period of time even happened.

It wasn't until late night came around and Rain started complaining to him about her failed relationship with Tyler that something clicked, like it all sort of made more sense. He tried to rationalize how he could be feeling like this about you but he couldn't. Was it really... love?

"I think I feel like that about [Name]." Andy had blurted out, cutting Rain off mid sentence. She turned towards him with a questioning look, eyebrow furrowed and hands hanging at her sides.

"Disappointed?" She asked in confusion, slightly curious to know if something had happened between the two of you.

"No, I think... I like her as more than a friend." He clarified, blinking at her for a moment before looking thoughtful again.

Now that shocked her, her mouth agape and she had gone rigid. That certainly wasn't what she was expecting to hear from him. She didn't even know he could feel like that, obviously she knew he loved her and that there had been human-synthetic relationships, but him specifically was something that hadn't even crossed her mind. Rain had to take a few breaths before sitting down and having a, rather lengthy, chat about relationships, synthetics and potentially unrequited feelings. She didn't quite understand how he was 'feeling' this way but she would certainly prepare him for any possible scenario that could play out between him and you.

Andy tried to keep everything normal between the two of you after that and for the most part it worked, save for Rain's knowing looks between you both. But a part of him craved for you to know, even if it didn't go well. Which it would, because unbeknownst to him or, well, anyone, you were head over heels for him. It was something you felt rather embarrassed about considering he was a synthetic you assumed wouldn't understand what you meant if you confessed to him. So you buried it deep.

He kept hanging out with you, playing video games with you, telling you terrible dad jokes. It almost felt like he was already your boyfriend, minus the status and customary relationship-y affections. He tried a few times to be a little more romantic, but he lacked any real example to go off of so it came off more like him simply trying to be funny.

The only real move he made that turned out to be rather fruitful, was the time he reached out, trying to stay casual and slipped his hand into yours. Your palm was warm and soft and... hm, he liked this. A lot. Even better was the fact that you didn't pull away, simply looked up at him and smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Taabe x Fem!Reader

LET ME IMPRESS YOU

Synopsis: Taabe's constant life goal, in almost every aspect, is to impress you, his love.

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It wasn't unusual for men to puff out their chests and try to impress the girls they felt something for or their women, it was something even birds did, and Taabe was no exception.

He was an exceptional hunter, he cared more than his words would allow but his actions always said everything you needed to know, his skill set was built on how to provide. Provide for his family and now, provide for you. He is cocky when it comes to what he can do and even some things he can't do. He's a confident carer through and through.

Though, he isn't just prideful about his abilities, he is about yours too. Whether you weave or forage or heal, he is always subtly bragging about you and your abilities. He's proud of you as a whole and the fact that he gets you all to himself. You could be doing nothing at all and he'd be admiring you, he's enamoured, something his sister loves to point out.

Taabe would return from hunts with something specially for you, every time. The bigger or more beautiful the catch, the more excited he was to present it to you. An eagle with gorgeous feathers which he would later pluck and gift to you, and you would turn into jewellery and a hearty dinner. Even that he would fight you on, insisting he would take care of dinner that night, the same line he used every time he'd see you begin cooking. A deer he would carry back himself, no matter how hard the trek was. Doing the gross work like skinning and cleaning, giving his mother and sister the rest of the meat and saving the parts you taught him were most tender for you, bringing the pelts to you after they had cured. He'd never been more proud than to see a pelt he had brought to you, turned into a pair of boots you wore often.

You would carefully take care of his hair, threading your fingers through it, braiding it perfectly. He found it calming and comforting, as if it was somehow moulding your souls together. He would take care of you just the same, taking care your hair, no matter the texture or length, he would learn how to treat it right. He'd watch you with a fixated, loving gaze if you ever helped him with his body paint before hunts or ceremonies.

His need for closeness to you was something that even surprised him when you both officially got together. He certainly wouldn't smother you, he'd let you do your own thing and he was simply there to catch you if you were ever to fail or fall. But, he was definitely always there. When the sun set and nightfall came, he'd crawl into the furs and blankets next to you, surrounding you in his arms. A silent protection even in a time of rest. In those moments, he would whisper things he thought were impossible to express with words, vulnerable and raw when it's only you before him. And when winter came, he would keep you warmer than he kept himself. Thicker robes and bedding. A fire he kept lit, even if it meant waking up periodically during the night. Those nights, he would keep you tucked against his chest, insulating you within his body heat.

His sister, Naru, is the biggest moving obstacle between him and you. It wasn't that she didn't like you, in fact she loved you and acted as if you were her own sister, she just loved annoying her brother at every turn. Sometimes it was completely unintentional, preoccupying your time with questions and advice or asking you to watch her throw her axe, while Taabe tried to capture your attention again. And other times she knew exactly what she was doing, she'd step in and drag you away when he'd be settling down next to you, sit down as you two were talking and making a duo, a trio. You never truly minded Naru's antics, Taabe however, was never happy and would try to end her reign of annoyance as quickly as possible, which would only egg her on more.

He would learn something new for you, even if it "wasn't meant for men". He saw it differently, if it was something you enjoyed or were fascinated by, he saw it as important and a way to understand you better, rather than something to do with gender roles. He also found it a way to impress you, that he was knowledgeable on something you cared about.

He would wear anything you made for him, even if it wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was made for him from you, he will wear it. Beaded necklaces made from carved and dyed wood, boots made of fur he had brought to you, bracelets and arm cuffs with carved patterns or even animal designs of things he's hunted or plans to hunt one day. His head always held high wearing something made by you. He'd be ecstatic if you made him a new bow or bow string, there's something so warming about getting a practical gift, showing you paid attention to when he would complain about resistance or wear on his current bow. Lifting you off your feet in a hug and spinning you around.

Male V (Vincent) x Fem!Reader

COLD NIGHTS

Synopsis: V leaves his poor, freezing girlfriend without any warmth during a winter's night.

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V is many things, most of which you could name right now. A bastard, an asshole, and maybe even negligent.

A shiver runs through you, goosebumps had long since risen to your skin. It was one of those rare night's V actually returned home in one piece, let alone at all. You suppose you should be thankful, but in this moment, you feel pettily spiteful.

Now something to know about V is, he runs like a furnace when he sleeps, in such a way that you sometimes refuse to cuddle him during summer. But now, the cold nights of winter had come about and you cherished every second of warmth from his sleeping inferno. Though, he had, as of an hour ago, committed a cardinal sin. He had rolled away from you in his sleep and unfortunately taken his heat with him.

Sure, you could simply get up and turn on the heating, but that would mean climbing over him and leaving the comfort and minimal warmth of your shared bed. You glare at the silhouette of his back and shoulders, conveniently facing away towards the expanse of his apartment. The large window allowed the neon lights from outside to play around on the floor in a kaleidoscope of colours. My gaze catches on the dance of light for a moment, calming me before I quickly go back to my scheming of vengeance against my own boyfriend.

Just as I begin to resign myself to simply trying to drift back into dreamland, an idea comes to mind.

It's nothing big or elaborate in revenge but it's petty enough to satisfy me just the same. A mischievous shiver runs through me as a smile graces my lips and I grip the blanket tightly, as if it's the only thing my hands will ever hold again. And I begin to turn, rolling in the opposite direction to him and gathering all the blanket and it's warmth for myself. When I stop, now facing the wall and basically a human blanket burrito, I let out a satisfied and relaxed sigh. There's a certain warmth that comes with becoming a thick roll of fabric and it chases the frosty air away.

A half asleep grunt comes from behind me and a shuffle follows as a hand comes to feel around my side of the bed, patting along until it lands on my side, feeling the blanket quizzically. A slight snort emanates from his throat.

"Are you serious?" V's voice rumbles, still coated with a layer of sleep and amusement as he realizes the situation.

I only let out an equally as amused hum, settling into the position and letting my eyes close fully.

"You could've just said something." His voice comes again, getting closer to my ear as he turns over towards me, the sheets rustling and the bed dipping as he presses up against my back and brings an arm over my waist.

"You sleep like a log, V." I respond softly, my tone playfully accusatory. Yet I settle down into this hold and prepare to sleep.

A deep chuckle comes from him, vibrating through my back.

"That I do."