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" shh shh its ok y/n " His voice franic only matching his eyes as they darted around the screen " just —just breathe for me "

you following his commands looking around the foreign room " thats it thats it in and out “ he swallowed while looking at you through the camera “ you know I’d never hurt you “

The loud silence overpowering as you hung on every one of his words “ well willingly “ he let out cooing you softly as you cried.

Right now through the camera all he could see was your body being held captive inside a box. Someone had taken you ? Maybe L ?

He didn’t know but when he picked up the FaceTime call to see you crying and begging for him to come save you well… that only set him aflame knowing he only had one thing he could use to save himself and now it was being used against him.

Who cared about you when he may go down too ? You were the one stupid enough to get caught

“ y/n baby you know I love you right “

You nodded your head trying to pinpoint where his voice was suddenly coming from. For some reason it was pouring out from all around the room did they have speakers set up in here ? And holy hell how many cameras are there?

“ y/n ~ “ he sung softly trying to get you to answer him “ I won’t save you if I don’t know if you’re still on my side or not in this war against humanity “

“ I— am I — light I do —I love you — I’ll always stand beside you “

“ yeah ? “ he smiled “ that’s really nice — really really nice because I need you to do something for me my love “

“ anythin— “

“ I need you to give up “ your heart stopped at his words what did he mean give up “ I need you to give me permission to continue on without you “

Huh ? He wanted to leave you ? He wanted to leave you behind ? You laughed a little at these words he had to be lying as much as you’d done together in a fit to save the world from assholes he wanted you to just die like this ?

“ light — “ you spoke softly making him turn up the volume “ you ? You want me to give up on all the work we’ve done so far “

He let out a small ‘ mhmm ‘ and moved to sit back in his chair as he spun himself around “ don’t make it sound like I’m making you“ he shook his head a small tsk leaving his lips “ no no no — I’m asking you to see how your death could be more beneficial to our success then if you were to live “

Your head was pounding trying to understand him but, you knew in due time he would make you understand if it was one thing about light yagami it was that his words were beyond the power of knowledge “ I see you fail to understand yet again another one of my beautiful power plays y/n “

“ I do please— enlighten me to how me dying can help society if I’m not a bad person like we usually kill— “ you shook your head in misunderstanding “ is that not ? “ you swallowed “ is that not the exact opposite of your goal ?to kill the sinners and leave the good “

“ hmm “ he stopped spinning to think “ I quite think the opposite you see “ he moved to stand from his chair as he kept the phone placed in his hand to where he could watch your movements. He knew whoever was behind this was probably just as confused as you. This only made him smirk more.

Intelligence really is a weapon when given to the wrong person

“ y/n from the beginning you’ve been nothing but devoted to my cause— since the day I showed you— brought you the savior to our creation you’ve been nothing but enraptured by it “

Your body shook at his words well yeah … it was something that fascinated you… well In the beginning you did find a problem with it seeing a random black looking monster hovering in the corner of his room randomly can do that to a person.

But was that so wrong ? To feel fascinated with his cause and reasoning “ you’ve done more damage then I have honestly “ he scoffed “ you’ve decided who to kill— you’ve decided how to kill — you’ve decided when to use the book “

He laughed “ if anything I’d say the person behind this kidnapping Is only doing the right thing in obtaining who they need to stop this ‘ kira’ person “

“ light wha— “

“ tell me y/n did you not play a major part in the destruction of our hierarchy? “ he shook his head “ the cause of our demise as a society y/n “

He spoke softly letting the next words sink in “ is you “

The silence speaking volumes as you swallowed “ but — I ? “ your eyebrows furrowing “ so I should “

“ so in the end — in the end with your fight to destroy the selfless image these disgusting devils are trying to paint about me — the love of your life — you should show them how wrong they are “ his grip tightening on his phone

“ show them how Kira is not a monster — show them how smart Kira is y/n — show them how Kira’s not to be messed with “

“ so — I— this whole time “ your heart pounded “ I’ve been Kira “

“ yes “ he spoke softly “ I— I’ll be honest y/n it was times when I was scared of your alter ego— it became so big it was often times I wanted to apologize to Kira because I felt like I wasn’t doing enough in aid to society’s demise “

“ I— light you were always doing enough “ you cried “ I’m so sorry — I’m so sorry I made you feel this way I — “

“ it’s ok shh— shhh “ he calmed you over the phone watching as your tears caused your body to roll around the small cage in fear of yourself “ yknow what they want y/n “

“ I think I’m beginning to understand ? “

“ they want to end Kira “ he swallowed “ they want the power you harbor to not only end but for them to take it — they want to use it to not only hurt the bad guys— the villians but to hurt the good people too “

He shook his head as if you could see him “ but you don’t want that right — Kira doesn’t want that y/n ? You want the good to survive to live long you want the wrong to die with Kira right ? “

“ yes — yes I do - I can’t imagine what I would do if my book were to fall into the wrong hands light “

“ then the only way — the best way to do that would be to do what y/n “

“ to give up “ you said quietly “ to let Kira die as being a savior to others to let Kira die without the power falling into the wrong hands and not only taking myself and my power out of this world but innocent families — kids —- women along with me “

He smiled as you spoke “ light “

“ yes my love “

luca kaneshiro edition.

when with you, he forgets who he has to be. he wished he knew this sooner.

a/n: this one got a bit too philosophical and admittedly more prose than story here o.0 so sorry about that! >.<

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

vox akuma edition (tba). mysta rias edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).

have chronic fatigue or brain fog

have memory issues

experience chronic pain

have focus issues

experience frequent malaise

have anything else that may make it difficult to type, come up with ideas, and/or stay motivated & working

Your plot twists will always feel predictable, because you created them.

Your stories will always feel a bit boring to you, because you read them a million times.

mysta rias edition.

he was ready to give you up. but you give him one last spark of hope.

a/n: this is for the long promised series i announced a thousand years ago because i’ve recently hit 1K, but now i’m 500 followers late since i hit that mark so—anyway, here’s a little comeback gift after disappearing for so long!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

vox akuma edition (tba). luca kaneshiro edition (tba). ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).

Yandere Moon and Roxanne idea-

Android or original, doesn’t matter in this

You’re nothing special, just a janitor left for 11pm to 7am to clean messes others didn’t have time for, or the S.T.A.F.F bots can’t get to. Such as cleaning the pizza sauce off the ceiling that a kid somehow tossed hard enough to hit it in a tantrum. Or somehow having the patience to thoroughly clean Sun/Moon whenever working since everyone else was too creeped out by Moon or got too pissed off at Sun’s nonstop energy to finish. The amount of dried types of glue and even sometimes boogers found on him is horrifying and sickeningly gross.

Moon’s been getting more insistent on being around you throughout the nights. Like a dog, even starts to follow you everywhere when the lights go out. How he’s able to find you everytime is quite strange.

He even starts leaning way too close whenever he’s the one you’re cleaning.

Sun KNOWS what Moon’s feeling, and what he’s doing. He knows it’s not normal, and wants to keep his new janitor friend safe! 

You still have no idea why whenever it’s Sun, he’s being even more adamant on keeping the lights on, trying to get you to leave the daycare before the lights temporarily cut, how he’s even willing to help clean up with the chemicals though he’s not supposed to even touch them. 

Moon eventually still takes over and has enough of Sun’s meddling, and ends up pinning you to hug you too tightly. He starts doing it so often it’s affecting your work. Now you see why Sun’s so adamant, and try to temporarily hide whenever Moon’s out. It doesn’t always work, and even when it does, it still takes time out of what you need to do. 

An apocalypse has begun, the cults have gone into action and society is falling apart. Demons and many non-humanoid beings rise from the shadows and cross from other dimensions to their new playground, humanity is scarce and there are only a few hundred left in the whole world, all humans are killed to avoid a prophecy that reached the ears of gods from other dimensions.

They fear the return of Sun and Moon, they know that the chains have weakened over time and a human will free them. So they take matters into their own hands, they start cults that kill humans and sacrifice them to become stronger. The only thing they do is to help with the prophecy.

You, the last human for miles, are bound and surrounded. The executioner next to you doesn't bat an eyelash as he fans his scythe across your neck and makes a pinch of pain in the midst of panic.

Then you are somewhere, far away, but you don't know where, you can see the sun at one end and the moon at the other. You walk on clouds and everything is quiet, there is happy music in the background, you don't know where it comes from but in front of you there is a big ... You don't know what it is. It looks like someone with a sun for a head. He is chained, the chains tighten at the slightest movement but he smiles, old experiences make your anxiety soar and you want to run away, but there is nowhere to run.

The god introduces himself, his name is Sun, he offers you a deal; Your life in exchange for starting a cult in his and Moon's name, you can have a long and dignified life in the name of him and his companion, your progress will be rewarded and they will save humanity if you do well.

You accept, and when you blink, you know that you have a golden crown with the sign of the sun and the moon falling delicately on your head, and the blood does not take long to spill.

Your footsteps feel as if you are floating, you can run long distances and you are faster and more agile than before. You don't need to sleep or eat and you feel a little bad for not needing the basic things a human needs. There is a bit of a crisis there, about what is right and wrong, about how much your mind has changed to be able to pick up a weapon and wield it when necessary.

Your cult moves on quickly, it doesn't take you long to meet Moon. It's the middle of the night, after completing a particularly tough mission. The god is scary, red eyes and sharp teeth, you feel he could break free and eat you in one bite. You know what those who are not human are capable of. But contrary to what you think, it gives you a reward; you have more stamina in fights and now you can poison your enemies.

So you move forward again and again, taking out the non-believers and saving some humans and low-level demons who will be sacrificed or have no place in a cult. You become stronger and are rewarded each time, who you meet depends on the day and night.

You are being nosy, but you ask Sun about what they are, how long they have been chained, if there are more like them and if they were always two beings in one body, you want answers and not just power. Sun evades the question and sends you to earth, you are annoyed, but soon night falls and Moon proposes you something; For every Boss you kill they will answer one of your questions truthfully. An incentive you really want.

Then little by little you get answers; First you discover that before they were two, they were so strong that everyone feared them and locked them in the same body so they could not help each other. Then you learn that they have been here for centuries, they were worshipped as the gods they were until they were locked up and their influence was exhausted, people stopped believing in them and forgot them. Third, they say there are many like them, on other worlds, as humans have parents and children, they are brothers and sisters and share everything, even a planet that worships them. Lastly, they say they seek to free themselves and regain lost power to return to the old days.

I imagine they contact you more and more often, feeling lonely and slowly trusting you because of the devotion you feel. They are fond of you and are not afraid to let you know. They can't move, but they are very vocal about how cute and small you are.

authors note: thank you for the request !!! sorry if this is ooc as ofc ren is a new streamer and i dont know him too well yet hehe,, you didnt specify platonically, fluffy or smut so i just wrote fluffy headcanons !! if you would prefer anything else please feel free to request again ꒰｡- ᴗ - ｡꒱ ᶻzᶻzᶻz﹒﹒i hope i wrote enough !

all writing is mine and mine only !! no reposting ,,, this isnt proofread very well sorry for any mistakes hehe

characters: ren zotto

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ren zotto learning about human things ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ʚɞ ren zotto ʚɞ

our (pretty) alien would be eager for you to teach him human things whenever he sees them or his friends tell him about them

aaa imagine him seeing a couple kissing on tiktok or twitter and he asks you why humans do that and if you can teach him ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

when you explain to him it’s something couples do to show their love and affection, he looks away, ears red and mutters that he would like to do that with you. 

so, mustering up all the courage you can in front of this beautiful alien prince, you carefully touch his cheek and bring your lips to his, telling him what you are doing while you do it.

avoiding your eyes, you can tell he is not used to the kiss but really wants to do his best for you, his hand travelling up you arm to your cheek, stroking it softly (๛ ˘ ³˘ )♡

once he kisses you for the first time he comes to the conclusion that kissing you is the best thing that humans have ever created and he doesnt want to do anything else for the rest of his life (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

whenever you go out together he would be like a puppy questioning everything outside and stuff humans do, even silly things like "why do cats meow?" as if you would know hehe

you would be his personal human tour guide of the human world !! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

definitely would look at a dog and ask if it's a chicken on purpose just to hear your voice and your laugh when you realise he's just joking around

you would definitely have to teach him ways to show affection... he's a bit clueless !! if you hold his hand he may ask what you're doing, but keeps your hand in his grip if you try to take it away in embarrassment, smiling and telling you, "no, your hand is warm, it's nice.."

he's definitely the type to almost accidentally suffocate you giving you a hug.... he saw aia give scarle a hug (she wanted a faceful of boobs.....) and wanted to feel what it felt like, so he went up to you and engulfed you, possibly almost killing you in the process..

but he gets better with time !! be patient with him hehe

It’s a very bleak existence. Danger on all fronts, constant paranoia crushing his mind as he fears becoming one of them.

They’re not quite husks, not quite zombies. They’re mimics. Or, as the public has named them- underwalkers. They act and sound exactly like people- when they are anything but. Wilbur doesn’t trust them. They’ve hunted him for his entire life, and anyone who lets their guard down is a fool.

Phil hums to himself, carrying his bag along as he carefully pushes past the horde, exclaiming the occasional “Sorry!” when he bumps into one. They grumble back with a “Whatever,” before moving on to shuffling with the horde.

He smiles to himself. They’re pretty friendly, all in all, and Phil has never felt endangered around them. He brushes against a particularly decayed underwalker, and their arm falls off.

Phil hurries to pick it up, meeting the underwalker’s rotting eye with an apologetic smile. “Oops! My bad mate, here you go!”

The underwalker coughs, grabbing their arm before giving Phil a melted grin. “Thaaannnnkkksss Phhhiiilllll.” Their voice is shrill, and they have to wheeze out a crackly whisper to make any sound. Phil pats them gently on the back before trodding off, continuing his endless battle to reach the end of the crowd.

He squints when he finally gets out of the cluster. In the distance, a tall man with healthy brown hair is trying to climb a two story house. Ah! A neighbor! Phil should come say hi.

Techno wields his sword with a battle cry, cutting another wretched beast in half as the bloodthirsty bodies hurl themselves at him with a vengeance. His clothes have been bloodstained for months, and he hasn’t known peace since the beginning of the Under Rising.

He cuts down the last Underwalker and swiftly sheathes his sword, stepping over the putrid bodies with a sneer. Subs, what he would do for a shower and a bed. Sighing, he sets his bag down to take a drink of water, feeling substantially safe enough to let his guard down.

Unbeknownst to him, an underwalker spots him in the distance. They take a second to observe, before shrugging and wandering off in the opposite direction.

They’re looking for something that tastes a little more like fear anyways.

Tommy runs into the street, right in front of the giant, breathing mass of underwalkers. Tubbo said that it most likely used to be from the old days, when bodies were tossed into big pits, rather than having individual graves. Now, they’ve merged into one giant, hulking pile of corpses that wanders the streets with the mind of a whole. Many thoughts congealed into one.

“HEY- YOU GIANT ASS FUCKER!”

Play nice with Columbina, but not too nice. There’s a happy medium that she wants you to situate yourself in. On one hand, it would displease her greatly if you were to ever clearly express your distaste. Still, it would ruin her fun if she acted like a totally lifeless doll. She delights herself in seeing the frustration dancing within your eyes. The way that you seethe internally, acting oh so hard to keep it together in the face of such dire circumstances. In a most innocent tone, she’ll ask provocative questions crafted to make you stumble. Isn’t Scaramouche so impossible to please? Dottore an amalgamation of ego that you’re forced to endure? Columbina knows that by phrasing it like an inquiry, social etiquette will urge you to respond in some way, and forces you into a waltz where the tempo is always off. She adores the way you dance for her. Don’t worry, she’ll stop you before you say anything too damning; if you get in trouble with the others, it means she won’t get to see you as often…

Don’t flinch at the cold kiss of metal caressing your skin upon Sandrone’s prompting. She settles for nothing less than perfection when it comes to her work. When it’s her turn to have possession over you, you’ll be invited into a workshop that few if no one else has ever seen; discarded mechanical limbs littering the floor that you must step over. The creations lying within might look familiar, she tells you. And indeed they do. Atop a crudely shaped torso, with frayed wires poking out from what should be the shoulder socket if traditional anatomy was observed, is a head boasting unblinking eyes the same shade as yours. It’s a work in progress — a love letter to her favorite muse. A croaking voice box whirrs to life within the hollow husk, staccato-like syllables stringing together as the machine says it wants to be just like you. Sandrone claims her little project has been begging to feel your skin as of late. You’ll let it, won’t you? 

Know that if you reciprocate Signora’s affection in full, you might just get burned. Ice is not always meant to be thawed and she is proof of that. You stoke embers within her that she long thought were locked away by the Tsaritsa’s gift, and in doing so, unwittingly place yourself in danger. Signora knows her accursed physiology well enough to sense this. Hence why she treats you with such biting apathy. You are to sit quietly in her presence so she can retain control over herself. If she’s in a good enough mood, you’ll be allowed to entertain yourself with books or other silent hobbies. Still, despite the precautions, her gaze always ends up drawn to you. She’ll part her lips, considering possibilities too good to be true. Thoughts of having you brush through her hair or humming the music she heard in better days of her life tempt her. When you meet her eyes, her face hardens, and she asks who permitted you to do such a thing. Signora learned from her past that feeding the flames never ends well. 

Exercise the utmost obedience with Arlecchino. Her commands are absolute and meant to be followed to the letter, even if they make your life more difficult in the process. She’d rather not acknowledge that the others — underserving as they are — hold any sway over you. To do so would surely stir up strife. She orders you to take off Pantalone’s many adornments in her presence, to scrub your skin raw until Signora’s noisome perfume no longer permeates your skin. This inevitably leads to problems anyway, with you at the unfortunate center. Arlecchino has you traipsing across a tightrope to satisfy her wishes. She firmly believes that you’re wasted on the others. If she had total control over you, she knows she could make not only herself happy, but you as well. In fits of frustration, she’ll tell you that they put so little consideration into your wellbeing. You wonder if she’ll ever examine her own actions with such scrutiny. 

Seek out Scaramouche even when he acts like he wants nothing to do with you. It was almost a relief the first time he shooed you away — in your naivety, you thought you’d get a well-deserved break from dealing with these impossible creatures. When you actually went to dismiss yourself, it soured his mood for the rest of the day. No, this isn’t what he wants, you realized as your fingers hovered over the doorknob. He wants you to fight back. Tactfully, of course, it wouldn’t do for you to backtalk openly. It flatters him greatly when you persist in staying with him, despite his persistent prickliness. Say that if it pleases him, you’d love nothing more than to spend just a few more minutes in his presence, should he be gracious enough to the grant privilege. He’ll make a big show of sighing and making it seem as if he’s begrudgingly accepting your request. If you insist, he’ll tell you. You can tell you’ve done well by the grin he’s barely able to suppress.

School your facial expressions in the presence of Dottore, who doesn’t take kindly to any perceived criticism of his dubious morality. While you’re only able to comprehend a fraction of his mad lectures, what he speaks of disturbs and chills you to the bone, keeping you away at night as if someone was holding your eyelids open. However, he doesn’t want another critic. He wants you to be left in awe over his uncontested intellectual prowess. It must make the minds of his cohorts look dull in comparison, he figures. A transcendent mind such as his has got to earn your admiration. Dottore feels you’re his cute little pupil. When you appear confused by the depth of his designs, expect him to cling to your side even longer, he won’t be content until you sufficiently understand. This is more of an excuse to talk to you longer, especially since your attention is always in high demand. 

Always wear the gaudy gifts that Pantalone insists on bestowing you. Not only must you pretend to be grateful for the displays of profligacy, but you must act excited too. It’s enough to antagonize what few shards of pride you have left to cling to. He’ll clasp necklaces around you that feel tighter than a noose, set crowns on your head so heavy with the burden of their jewels it becomes a struggle to look anywhere but the ground. You’re cursed to feel his presence even in his absence. It’s a bitter reminder that at this point, the only thing you’re missing is a collar. The others share your opinion and are free to voice their dissent while you must bite your tongue almost hard enough to bleed. Signora says something daintier that complements your complexion would be better, whereas Scaramouche longs to rip the ostentatious ornaments from you entirely. Pantalone just chuckles and says it’s your decision. Don’t you like his gifts? Always nod when he asks you this.

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Warnings: Scaramouche centric chapter, reader doesn’t appear, violence, blood, gore, torture, graphic scenes, merciless and angry Scaramouche, character death im sorry, swearing, did I say violence already?

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

Tartaglia wasn’t here. 

Scaramouche realized that early on, when his knights and himself marched towards the outside walls of the kingdom. The Snezhnayan army met them, but Scaramouche scanned the front lines once, twice and a third time.

Tartaglia.wasn’t.here.

A lump formed in his throat out of anxiousness. His mind tried to reason with him that the Snezhnayan prince might just be at the back of the army, or maybe hidden in the ranks for an ambush. 

So, without any warning whatsoever, the war began. 

But if you're accepting requests, may I ask for some Enemies to Lovers with Itto x Fem!Reader? Like, the reader is friends with almost everyone in Inazuma but she does not get along with Itto at all... Until she sees some people throwing beans at him, wanting to harass him and she just can't take it and goes absolutely feral to protect him? Can be angst, fluff, smut, whatever you prefer, I like it all. (But I really do enjoy a heavy angst with happy ending)

OMGJAHDHAKTHISMAKESMESOHAPPY!!!

This actually made my day 🥺 TYSM I’m so happy that you like my work <3

I tried my best with your request, but I’m not a very good angst writer 😰. I hope you like it though. I had to do a lot these past 2 days but still wanted to write something for you.

A/N: Since I was operating on limited time periods I couldn’t find a way to specify (Fem! Reader) without making things take a “different” turn, so it had to be gender neutral.

(If you want to request in the future, you can check my profile and at the top it should say “Askbox Open” or “Askbox closed”)

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Summary: You and Itto don’t always get along as you don’t always agree with his different methods. One day however; upon seeing someone throwing beans at him, you snap.

Warnings: Not proofread/Slightly rushed (Sorry)

You were always the kind of person that helped wherever you could; whether it be delivering things for different shopkeepers, baking things for the elderly that resided in Konda Village, involving yourself in planning events and festivals with the Tricommision. It was no wonder to other people that you bore the title “Y/N, leader of the (l/n) gang.”

You were well liked and always got along with everyone in Inazuma. Everyone except the infamous Arataki Itto and his gang. Both you and Itto had different methods of doing things. While you knew to plan accordingly, safely and legally, he rarely did. You would get your requests approved to have your events in certain areas while he didn’t even apply. You detested his carefree nature as well as the oni’s ability to always get away with his (unintentional) antics. “He never takes anything seriously!” you would always say.

This was the start of your rivalry with him. Whenever crossing paths with each other, you’d always shoot him a passive aggressive look.

One day, you were out picking lavender melons on Yashiori Island to help Ayato win the hotpot game when you heard something that sounded like sobbing. You turned a corner and were met with the sight of Itto curled up in a fetal position, crying with beans scattered around him. A young girl with short blond hair and a white dress hurled another fist of the same beans at the poor himbo. You didn’t know what exactly was happening, but you did know that those beans seemed to be physically hurting him. You dropped the basket of melons in your hands and jumped at the girl, tossing the bag out of her hand.

“What are you doing?!” you asked, glaring at her menacingly.

“Oh no! Sneak attacks didn’t work! We need to think of another plan!” said something that resembled a small floating fairy.

The girl pushed you off as she and her companion ran off to find shelter as you picked up the dropped basket. You were about to go back and finish your melon picking but something big pinned you down with an enormous hug.

“Thank you thank you thankyouthankyou!” shouted Itto, his arms squeezing around your rib cage so tight you thought your lungs might pop.

“No- Problem…” you managed to gasp in between the breaths you were able to take. A few minutes later, he let go.

“As thanks for helping me, you wanna join me and my gang for a party later?!”

“No thanks. I’m quite busy,” you reply, brushing the dirt of your attire. You frown. “I’d rather not get thrown in jail.”

“Pleaseeeeeeee!” Itto begged, glancing down at you with puppy eyes.

You sigh.Your rival offering you to a party?! He must be planning something, and you needed to know what. “Ughhh, fi-“ you didn’t get to finish before Itto picked you up and slung your body over his shoulder. The melons fell once again onto the ground.

“Great! Trust me, you’ll have lots of fun!”

At the same time while you didn’t like the giant oni’s way of things, it suddenly dawned on you that some people were just clueless at heart. And now that you were sitting down and talking with this guy, learning more about him, you can’t help but feel yourself relax. It’s not easy being as organized and prepared as you are. Being at Itto’s gathering (that was probably illegal) made you feel like you could just let down your guard a bit.)

“No! I hate him! Get a grip Y/N!” You pat your cheeks, shaking your head. You stand, about to grab a glass of juice when you’re suddenly met with flaming eyes. Your stomach feels weird and your heart rate picks up ten fold.

“What is this?” you ask yourself, unaware that you’re staring at the red and yellow orbs.

“Ha, you blinked!” Itto laughs. You’re snapped back to reality when he pats your back roughly. A little too roughly that you almost lose your balance and fall.

“I got to go,” you say. Not even waiting for a response or saying goodbye, you speed walk out the entrance.

On the way back to your living quarters your eyebrows furrow as you think about what just happened. It can’t be. You hate him. You loathe his existence. You refuse to let yourself have a crush on the leader of the Arataki Gang; your greatest rival.

Might make a part 2 depending on how many people want me to write one.

Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia ver. (Twisted Wonderland; raven!reader)

Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier ver. (Twisted Wonderland; raven!reader)

A/N: Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. It’s really funny, I highly recommend it! Let me know if you guys want me to write for other characters with the same concept :D

Aether, Dainsleif | Gender-neutral reader | Headcanons

You were ecstatic when Aether chose you over the purple seelie; you didn’t want to be trapped in the glass container you had been captured in for an eternity shortly after being isekai’d into Genshin Impact. Aether would be surprised by your immense enthusiasm to travel with him, and he laughs softly when you nuzzle his cheek. He certainly picked an affectionate seelie and doesn’t regret his choice at all.

Your intelligence comes as another surprise for him. He knows that seelies are good at finding treasures, but you seem to be a special case as the intelligence you possess is on par with a human’s. You’d help him solve the complicated puzzles scattered around Inazuma, and you don’t hide like his other pets when monsters show up! Like a true companion, you float by his side in battle, empowering him with your moral support. He truly appreciates you.

Aether takes really good care of you, and even Paimon pointed out how he seems to love you more than her. You don’t need to eat as a seelie, but he sometimes forgets that and ends up pushing the food he made against your blob-like body, earning a squeak of protest from you. He also tends to sleep while hugging you like a teddy bear; he didn’t think you were one to enjoy cuddles until he found you all nestled up in his arms one morning.

You’re an adorable and smart seelie, so of course you’d attract the attention of his friends. Childe complimented you on how brave you are to not poof out of existence when there’s danger, and Xiangling commented on how chewy you look… However, Aether’s greatest concern is Ayato; when the Yashiro Commissioner noticed how intelligent and loyal you are, he kept trying to bargain with Aether to keep you as his pet. Of course, Aether would shoot him down every time whilst holding you protectively.

Aether is used to people leaving him - but after embarking on many adventures with you as an extra companion, he can’t imagine things ever being the same if you suddenly disappeared one day. You’ve become an important presence in his life and he swears to protect you from Ayato. You and Paimon will always be with him, right? He didn’t realise he asked the question out loud until he feels you press against his lips, causing his cheeks to flush happily.

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AAAAW wy this is so cute?!

Dvalin It's a big cuddly one. Every time the reader gets the chance to pay a visit to Decarabian's tower, Dvalin's heart yearns for your gentle caresses. People usually avoid him because he's a dragon, but your mere presence is enough for him. 

I want to believe that the Creator essence can cure from the Erosion, so when Azhdaha first met reader, he was grateful to you after being saved from his fate. Even so, he was quite confused about your secret meeting with this creature. After all, didn't Morax want your protection? In any case, he's quite fine with the idea of you gifting him with your presence, but he's still quite embarrassed. He's not used to someone giving him hugs or petting him on his head. He's not complaining, but he's new to this...

Zhongli would be quite perplexed the first time. He's used to people praising him, worshipping him, or even fearing him! But petting him? That's quite new. Well, the confusion will not stand for long. Give him just a few minutes and he'll be a big puppy in your hands. Stop for even one second and he'll start to ask you the reason, and no matter what, he'll expect this treatment every day from now. You've created a monster, a cuddling monster, but still... 

Bold of you assume that if it was even your idea, it was Venti's in the moment that you confessed to him that you love fluffy things. You didn't even finish your sentence before he spread his big fluffy wings, ready to receive your love. Please, give him your love. He wants nothing else.

Poor Gorou, he's already fed up with the fact that everybody wants to pat his hears, but now you too? Okay, you're the creator, and maybe he can make some exceptions... but not in front of his man! He's still got his pride! You'll have to wait for him to come back after work, and only then will he receive your petting. You'll be in agonizing pain, and he'll feel awful for not letting his creator indulge in their hobby, but you'll respect his wishes...

Kaeya's quite a sly one. It may seem like an innocent thing, but for him, it's the best way to spend some time with you! He'll use his office, since he wants to have some privacy from everyone, letting you sit on his lap and only then pet his feather boa. It's the best break he can get from his work. After all, it's not an everyday thing that the creator themself come to you, asking to touch some part of your clothing. He'll keep this thing for himself. The last thing he wants is to hear Jean complain about this.

Diona, sweet Diona... she'll make a fuss the first time, but after that, she's seeing the stars. Prepare for a loud purr session, and it's not like she enjoys it! , she's doing this because it's her duty! After all, who is she to go against the care of the Creator?

The first time, Sucrose was pretty sure that she had angered you for some reason. She believed it... until you reached for her head and started patting her hears.  Only after that, your concentrated face turn into a happy smile. You left her in total confusion. Albedo was the one that finally gave her the right answer, explaining that their beloved creator liked fluffy things... like his hair. This information left Sucrose with an agape mouth, and she's started to connect a few points. You spent a lot of time with Albedo, but she thought that you wanted to help him with some of his research, or maybe he wanted to make a portrait of you! In reality, you just love to stay in his laboratory and pet his hair. He doesn't mind. To be honest, he quite enjoyed those moments. He liked your hands in his hair...

Yae Miko likes to show a serious side when it's something about you. After all, the role of the priestess, devoted to their god, is quite a big deal. But inside, she loves this soft side of you, but everything comes at a price, my dear! She's going to let you pet her in any of her forms, but you must let her pet you in return! A soft series of hugs and caresses, and you must admit, Yae have wuite a good smell...

You thought you could escape Childe?! WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG! It's not you that are petting him, HE'S THE ONE THAT HE'S PETTING YOU!