Hello May I Request An Imagine Where (taking Place 10 Years Before The Start Of The Game), The Female

Hello may I request an imagine where (taking place 10 years before the start of the game), the female 5 year old reader who just appeared in Briar Valley with no memories whatsoever, was found by Lillia and adopted by him.

⤷ ✧ Finding family

- order 18 | one-shot | Diasomnia

P.2 — Training

Platonic, female reader

Requested by @ask-deltale-twins2 !! Im actually really invested in this Jackolope fae so I’ll probably write more of her in the future. Thank you for requesting!

All you could remember is how it feels to be hungry and cold. You weren’t sure how you ended up on the streets, hardly even surviving on plants you weren’t sure were even edible. You walked past many people, they all averted their eyes and made way for you. A dirty, little child.

Everything was blurry and your body felt heavy, it felt as if your own hair was weighing you down. You fell forward and closed your eyes with your breath running short.

A short figure appears before you, it’s warm and smells nice. It was pleasant to be in the arms of this strange boy.

“Lilia, you brought home another child?” A horned, pale boy with short hair asked while looking down at you. You were shaking and tried to stay away from any fae around you.

“What could I do? She fell from exhaustion and hunger from what I can tell.” Lilia pushed a plate of various treats towards you, but you flinched and scoot yourself away. Lilia sighed with a frown.

“What type of fae are you, little one?” He came closer and knelt down in front of you. Lilia watched silently as you murmured out something.

“Go away…”

Malleus nodded and put his hand on your head. You tried to shake off his hand but you soon felt yourself drowsy. Lilia watched as you fell limp with your eyes closed.

Lilia looked at him as if expected an answer. “Malleus, what did you do?”

“I simply put her to sleep. I’m sure she’ll be more adamant to speak when she rests well. I can guarantee she won’t wake up until the next day.” Malleus carelessly said. He leaned forward towards your unconscious body and checked the top of your head.

“Jackalope, though her horns… appear to be broken.” He felt the feeling of dry blood and his hands brushed against your chipped, short horns. He opened your mouth and saw your fangs, they were in better condition than the rest of your body.

When you woke up, you were in the bath. Soft, yet skilled hands brushed through your once dirtied hair.

You were held up by the man and you softly coughed at the cross, string sensation as on reflex, you spat out whatever was in your mouth.

“Ah, did soap get in your mouth? I’m sorry about that.” He chuckled while pulling your overgrown hair back a bit to show yourself. You didn’t respond but raised up your hand to touch your animalistic ears.

“Now, can I ask you a few questions?” Lilia turned you around and cupped your face.

“Don’t know…”

“Do you know your name?”

“No..”

“How old are you?”

“Don’t know.”

“Where are you parents?”

“What are… peratents…?”

Lilia froze and looked into your eyes. Something watered in his eyes and he quickly brushed off the second of pity.

“It seems you’re very lost, [name].”

“Who is… [name]?” You questioned slowly.

“It’s what your name is now! You like it, don’t you?”

You shrugged and he gently pat your shoulders.

“You must be hungry, let’s hurry and get out of here so you can eat.” He said while taking your hand.

You sat in front of a large plate of something with a delicious aroma. Your mouth water as you stare in uncertainty of how to even begin to eat it.

“Do you know how to use a fork and a knife?”

“What is that?”

“Figured so, look here.”

He used the knife and a fork to cut a piece of the steak. He held it up to your mouth and you graciously took a bite.

You nearly bit the inside of your cheek at how eagerly you chewed it.

“My, there’s much more so don’t worry.” He said while petting the top of your head.

You reached a stable condition, you gained weight with a regular diet and you were a lot more open with the people in the castle. He would’ve thought you would need more time before interacting with people other than him but you seemed to be really social.

You were getting used to things, but there was still someone whom you haven’t met yet.

“Silver, this is your sister, [Name].” Lilia pushed the young boy closer to you. The boy who seemed to be around the same age as you anxiously approached you.

“Hi, my name is Silver. I’m training to be Master Malleus’ guard.” He formally announced with a straight face. He had small eye bags under his aurora silver eyes. You first noticed his hair, it was an unusual color but you didn’t dare question it.

“I am.. [name].” You introduced yourself in return. Lilia senses the odd aura that formed with this interaction. “I do not know what I am.”

After that, you formed a need to be something. Lilia could only guess you meant a role in the castle like Silver is a guard in training for Malleus.

You were still recovering, but you wouldn’t stop thinking about what to do. It’s hard to believe you were only five years old thinking about what you should do to contribute to society.

“Silver, what are you doing?” You asked from behind a pillar. Silver turned his head in your direction, his guard falling at learning it’s just you.

“[Name] what are you doing here? Aren’t you still recovering?” Silver was aware of your background since Lilia explained why it took a few days before he would officially meet you.

“I-I am ok. What are you doing?” You pointed at the wooden, long object in his hand.

“I’m practicing sword fighting. I need to train so I can protect Malleus.” Silver explained while swing it around.

“I want to sword fight too!” You exclaimed with determination. Silver looked down at the sword and led you down to the training dummy he was practicing on just a moment ago.

He gave you the sword and he carefully guided your hands into holding it correctly and backed away. “Now try it.” He encouraged you.

You slowly raised it above your head and hit the dummy, it wobbled just a bit and you huffed.

“That was good.” He clapped but you raised up the sword and hit the dummy once again. It tumbled down in an instant and Silver put his hand on yours, as a way to tell you to stop.

“You knocked it down?” Silver asked. It was extremely heavy and he himself had only done it once with a lot of practice; he was more focused on effective strikes than knocking it over.

You smiled in accomplishment as you gave the sword over to him. Someone behind you appeared and grabbed you and lifted you up.

“Ah, old man, what are you doing here?” Silver nonchalantly asked as you flailed in the air.

“Oh, just looking for a little jackalope that ran away.” Lilia said while holding you high up in the air.

“I-I wanna train with Silver!” You whine as you try to escape by thrashing about. Silver softly smiled up at you while Lilia cackled at your futile attempts.

“When you’re recovered, you can play swords with your brother! But not now!” He said while swinging you around in the air.

A year passed, you met a boy with green hair and a scary glare on his face. He stood out alongside you and silver due to his height. His name was Sebek Zigvolt. He was only a year older than you and Silver was two years older than you.

“[Name]! Silver! What are you doing while we’re supposed to be training?” Sebek demanded answers while pointing accusingly.

You lifted your head and put up your hand as if to console him. “I’m asking Silver if my horns have grown much.” You told him while moving your hair out the way to show him. He inspected closer and saw the rough, chipped parts poke out.

“I wonder how it even got that bad.” Silver thought out loud. “The old man said that your horns looked like they were clipped off. Did it hurt?”

“Of course!”

Soon, something bonked your head and you turned around defensively while holding your sword.

“I think we should train now.” Sebek sternly said. You frowned and raised up your sword. He blocked with his own and he stepped back.

“Let’s train then!”

“If you insist!”

You headed straight for him and you pushed your sword at his own on purpose. For a moment you could see his eyes flare as he successfully hit you in your side.

You let yourself fall and landed on the harsh cement. Silver came up behind you and helped you off the floor.

“I’ve had experience for longer than you!” He childishly said while you opened your mouth to let your fangs poke out a bit.

“So, what made you come to Paris?“, you asked, spearing a buttery potato with your fork.

“Ever seen the movie Ratatouille? Completely changed my life. I just knew I had to follow Remy‘s footsteps.“

Tendou immediately regretted his answer the moment the words leaped out of his mouth. He finally managed to ask you out, a girl so far out of his league that he had already sent bragging texts to his former teammates before he even got dressed for the first date, and now this. You looked at him, blinked for a moment, and just as he started seeing his life flashing before his eyes, you burst out into a snort of laughter. A few people at nearby tables turned to stare but he only waved them off, focusing on you trying to regain composure.

For weeks he had seen you in the afternoon waiting for the same train as him. In the mornings your route to work took you by the shop he worked at and one day, as you were ogling the pralines displayed in the window, biting your lip in torn temptation, you had made eye contact with him and soon started smiling and nodding and eventually even waving to him as you passed the chocolaterie. He figured, once he was at the train station you didn‘t recognize him without his large white hat and pristine uniform and he didn‘t know how to approach you. That was until a terribly helpful gust of wind blew your scarf right off your neck and he chased it down for you, giving him the perfect opportunity to ask for your name, your number, and your time to get together.

And now you sat across from him in a corner of a tiny restaurant, with lights dancing in your eyes, wearing a dress that was obviously designed to make him crazy with how exquisitely it wrapped around your soft body.

You cleared your throat and said, “I was always more a Beauty and the Beast girly myself. After seeing it I always yelled Bonjour! every morning - drove my friends and family nuts! People on the street were looking at me weird, too, so I decided to move to France.“

Now it was on Tendou to laugh. Wiping a tear out of the corner of his eyes he chuckled, “I love you.”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to get dessert.”

You beamed at him and nodded.

Can I request a one-shot with barron with a sister who is like jecka from class of 09

Got it no prob 😁

★THEIR A SECOND?!★

I don't really know class 909 BUT I have heard enough from tiktok to know how she acts like tho! Enough of me typing let's get to reading!

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After the arcade incident you were stuck going to barron school now so you could copy down Notes and get barron homework so he would fall behind it was so damn stupid....

Now you were just entering the school bus so tired at this point you could lash out on ANYBODY.

"Great first day here and the schoolbus smells like damn dog..." I said under my breath and I continued to walk down the buss Hall when I finally got in a seat I didn't notice barron group trying to play a prank on me and they ended up spilling ALL their water on me seeing if they could see my bra... DISGUSTING!...

"WHAT YOU'RE DAMN PROBLEM?!..." now the whole schoolbus was wide eyed so if they wanted to make a seen they had one... I got one of my heels and before anyone could do anything....

❗️SMACK❗️

a heel imprint went on the dude face that started it all and that when the fight began punches and hits flew across the bus when you about to choke the person you felt someone hold you back and dragged me off the bus I screamed and argued but the dude was STRONG dude had brown hair and pale skin...

As dude dragged me off an let me go I put back on my heel and my rings, necklace, earrings, redo my makeup, brush my hair, and finally brush my clouths from any dust...

"Ok ready!" I look behind me to see when the dude dragged me and his group were just starring at me like 'wtf-'

"Yes I did just do all of this in 5 minutes! New record!" I cheered now looking back at the group... THEY LOOK DEAD... Their eye bags were literally like on the damn floor now back to the needed answers

"now back to answers I need... WHY DID YOU!" I pointed at the brown hair and pale skin dude "DRAG ME OUT OF THE FIGHT I WAS HAVING FUN I SWEAR CAN'T HAVE SOME FUN?!" I screamed I still have hours of left of this damn hell...

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So I found out their names... Ashlyn, Aiden, Ben, Logan, Tyler, and taylor I liked taylor since she was like me when I was young but not so much with ashlyn Ben was the dude that dragged me now dealing with the Logan one... Was hard seeing what my brother did to such a innocent kid was hard to look in the eye but I apologized for my brothers action...

The Tyler and aiden dude tho... Piss me off so much talking about how I could be a bully too just because I am related to barron let's just say I like taylor and ashlyn more for smaking Tyler and aiden over the head for that well back now they asked me why I was here and I said why and that I didn't have a choice to do it so yea thats what happened!

But at the end of the day of school I swear I saw something... Something dark behind the others I told them and they looked scared but said not to worry about it so I tried...

But I do wonder...

What was that thing...

And why did it have such a big smile...

★End!★

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That's all folks have a nice day!

Bye bye!

ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ(≧∇≦)b(≧ω≦)/ヾ(≧∇≦*)ヾo(*≧▽≦)ツ

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day three: Ghost!Idia obsessed with his darling

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Ghost Idia, my beloved 🥺💕. I've been meaning to explore the concept of a ghost yandere because it sounded fun tbh. Though there was so many ideas for this fic aaaa, in the end i liked it just like it ended.

You had always heard stories about the restless dead, about how they would return if they had unresolved matters but you never expected one to be so fixated on you - or, to be more clear, for your dead boyfriend to still seek you out. Idia Shroud wasn’t supposed to linger in this world, yet here he was, more present in death than he ever had been in life.

He hovered at the edges of your vision, his ghostly form a flickering shadow you could never quite escape.

And though you tried to convince yourself it was just your imagination, perhaps the grief, you couldn’t deny that familiar voice calling out to you, whispering words that chilled your blood and stirred something in your heart. He both comforted you and terrified, he wiped your tears and made you cry harder.

There was no in-between.

“You can’t run forever, beloved,” His voice echoed one evening as you sat alone in your dimly lit room, food cold and untouched as another set of tears fell from your eyes. “Tears don't suit you, a smile does. And you used to smile so prettily when I was alive. You remember?"

You froze, eyes darting around but there was no sign of him. Not physically, at least. The air grew colder, and you saw your breath cloud in front of you, you hugged yourself tighter. You felt fingers ghosting over your shoulder, and his voice came again, closer this time, dripping with an unsettling affection. “Why do you keep pretending? You’re meant to be with me.”

“I-I’m not supposed to be with you.” You stammered, trying to summon the courage to deny him. To give him peace, as he deserves. “You’re gone, Idia. You should rest.”

“I can’t rest when you’re still here,” He snapped, his voice taking on an edge of desperation, his fingers digging into your shoulders painfully as he blinked a million times. “You don’t get it, do you? You were my world, my reason to live... I can't rest without you, even in death. I can't move on, not yet..."

You tried to ignore him but he was always there, always watching, always doing something that scared you. Every mirror in your home fogged up when you tried to look yourself in it, words scrawled in the condensation: Come to me. You don't love anymore? Please please please please.

At night, you’d feel him brush your hair away from your face, his touch icy and tingling, leaving goosebumps in its wake, as he lied by your side, trying to cuddle you even if it was impossible now.

“You look so lonely,” He’d murmur, voice as soft as the wind outside, as you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. "I hate seeing you like this... Come to me, my love. Let's be together again.”

A single tear fell from your eye as you slept, cold and shivering. Life wasn't fair. He was dead, yet he was here.

You could touch him, could see and hear him. Life was cruel.

Every day became harder. Your friends stopped calling. Your lights flickered constantly, leaving you in darkness more often than not. Doors would lock on their own and windows refused to open, trapping you in this reality where only he existed. And he was always there, waiting for you to finally break.

Waiting for you to cry and drink yourself to sleep. Sometimes, you'd just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.

One night, you woke to find him sitting at the foot of your bed, his ghostly form more solid than ever before. His hair glowed faintly, illuminating the pale, almost ethereal skin of his face.

There was an intensity in his golden eyes, a longing that made your heart skip a beat. “I’ve waited long enough,” Idia mutters, voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t stand to watch you suffer in this world anymore.”

You tried to pull away, but his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and despite their icy chill, they felt real. Too real. “Idia… please…”

“I can make all the pain go away,” He whispered to you, his voice rising. “All you have to do is come with me. It’s not so bad, I promise.” He leaned closer, his breath cold against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “We can be together forever. No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “But I’m still alive.”

He smiled, a sad, resigned smile that made your heart ache, there were tears in his own eyes as he stared at you. “Not for long, love.” He murmured.

“You belong with me. You always have.” He reached out, his touch more tangible than before, and you could feel your heart slowing, your breath hitching, as if he were draining the life from you with every second you spent in his presence.

“It’s okay,” Idia whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes searching yours with an almost frantic desperation. “It won’t hurt. I’ll be right here. I’ll always be here.”

“Idia, no—” you tried to pull away, but your body was growing heavy, and all you could see were those glowing eyes, all you could hear was his voice, begging you to stay, to give in, to let him take you away from this world that had always been so cruel.

“Please, Yuu-shi!” He breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, the contact sending a shock through your system. “I love you. I need you. Come with me… please."

And as your vision blurred, as the warmth seeped from your body, you could feel him smile against your lips, feel his relief wash over you like a wave.

“That’s it,” He whispered, his voice fading as everything went dark. “We’ll be together now… Forever.”

cws & notes: reader (and kaveh) are VERY implied to be aromantic or on the aromantic spectrum. mentions of kissing. lots of platonic affection. platonic kaveh & gn!reader. 1.1k words. wrote this for myself tbh

“So are you two dating?”

You wish you could say it's the first time you've heard the question. And you wish you could bring yourself to be annoyed about hearing it again, but you know there's no malice or spite in the words. Only a polite sort of curiousity, unaware of the way your stomach turns at the thought.

And maybe you wish you could tell Nilou 'no, we're not, why would you think that?' but you know your hand is intertwined with his, and his knee is touching yours, and you have his cheek leaning against the top of your head. You know how it looks, but that never mattered. It felt comfortable, like you fit together just right. Affectionate, with no strings attached.

That was the part that no one seemed to get. You and him were at an understanding that seemed to make sense to no one but yourselves; the squeezing hugs, and nicknames, and nights spent staying up until 3am didn't mean a thing. When you fell asleep on his shoulder, when he chastely kissed you goodbye before leaving on a work trip, it wasn't because you both harboured a secret love you were too shy to say out loud.

You adored him, of course. He was your best friend. But that was it; no strings.

There were always those who couldn't wrap their heads around the thought, the ones who insisted that they had to be at least into each other a little bit. So much time spent being friends, such closeness had to speak to a blossoming romance that just hadn't quiet bloomed yet, right?

What they didn't know was you had tried, your senior year at the Akademiya. It was after all of the comments about how odd it was that they were so close without being a couple finally started to get to them. During a party hosted by a classmate you don't remember the name of, when the teasing and jabs had gotten a little too much, you had found him taking a breather out on the front steps.

Conversation came easily, comfort came quietly, and soon the topic shifted to what people were saying. It was always talk, rumours, gossip. But he could see how they were weighing on you. He could see the look of doubt in your eyes, wondering if this was something you were supposed to want.

If you can't bring yourself to fall for the most important person in your life, then what was wrong with you? Was love a prize that you were never going to win, a lock that you're never going to find the key for?

“Will you kiss me?” You blurted out, and his eyebrows raise. “J-Just once. I just... everyone keeps telling me I'm supposed to like you, and you're supposed to like me, but I just...”

“You want to see?” Kaveh asked hesitantly. You swallow, and nod. “I don't want to do something you don't want to do.”

“I want to. Please, I... I don't want to ask anyone else.” You paused, before quietly adding on, “If there's truly something wrong with me, I want to know now.”

The pinch between Kaveh's eyebrows deepened, but there was a flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes. Some part of him was flashing with the same fear, wondering if there was something wrong with him too, all because he couldn't muster up enough emotion to see you in a romantic light.

Carefully, he placed his hand on your cheek, bringing your face closer to his. There was a pause, before he met your lips in an awkward kiss. There were no sparks that crackled against your mouth, no butterflies in your stomach. It was a unpleasant clashing of teeth together, with your cracked lips pressing against his soft ones for a second too long.

You pull away, face flushed with embarrassment more than anything. “I... I don't think I want to do that again.”

“Me neither.” Kaveh grimaced. He sighed, leaning back to give you a bit more space. “Why do you worry so much about what they say?”

“Because! I'm supposed to enjoy it, aren't I?” There were tears in your eyes, but you didn't care. If there was one person you could cry around, it was him. “What is wrong with me? Why can't I even fake it?”

“You don't need to!” Kaveh said quickly. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Maybe... maybe some people just don't like that sort of love. I know I sure don't, and I've known you long enough to figure out you don't either. We don't have to be a couple to care about each other, right?”

You stared at him, slightly dazed. “...I guess not.”

And since that night, you've never been able to forget his words, and the way he said them. It was like your world got shifted around, and nothing seemed quite the same. All the stress about love, all the worry about whether people thought you were a couple seemed so insignificant all of a sudden.

Yet, your new lighter worldview never stopped that burning question, that followed the pair of you like a shadow.

“So, are you two dating?”

The question echoes in your head, sounding over and over. Nilou is still staring at you, waiting for an answer, although her gaze occasionally flicks to your linked hands resting on his lap.

“We're just friends,” Kaveh responds smoothly. He lets go of your hand long enough to wave away the question, laughing lightly. “Honestly, the amount of times I've been asked that...”

“O-Oh!” Nilou's eyes widen, and her cheeks turn pink. Part of you feels bad for making her look so flustered, but the uncomfortable twist in your gut reminds you that it was her question that started it in the first place. “I didn't mean to assume... you just look so close!”

“We are.” He smiles gently. “But I can assure you we are very happy as friends. Neither of us are interested in that sort of relationship, much less with each other.”

She nods, as if she understands, but there's still confusion behind her expression.

It didn't matter. People didn't have to get what was so special about the two of you. They didn't have to understand what you had, and what you lacked, and why it didn't make much of a difference at all.

You were friends, best friends. And that was plenty enough love for the both of you.

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Skully. J.Graves x shy ghost!fem!reader (Platonic)

Warnings:probably ooc, reader is a ghost , she has similar powers to Perona and Big mom from One Piece, she puts a hat over her head to conceal identity and acts like a different (confident) person with it on

(no ones p.o.v)

It was a cold night and Skully was preparing for Halloween. Their had been rumours that near the old village a ghost with a creepy face had been circling around , scafing those who had gottsn too closs and objects had been turning to life chasing people out , Quite an interesting scare!

Skully walked over to the abandoned village , the aura in the town suddenly gone eerie, it had gotten so quiet , was this really the scare town he had heard of? Something touched his shoulder, he turned around confused.

"BOO" a voice screamed , an oni mask on their face as they floated behind him

(Sorry about the bad quality)

(2nd Person .P.o.v)

This was an interesting reaction? Most people used to run away but this one stood here , with a big smile of glee on his face. You took off the mask , dropping down to your normal height which was much smaller than him.

"Sir? Are you okay?" You asked politely, some objects flew over to watch what was going on , and then suddenly the man took your arm and gave it a little kiss, you were shook.

"I'm Skully J Graves , pleasure meeting you , I heard about what you did and I'm truly overjoyed , you'd be the perfect one to help us at out for Halloween ! You'd help us out right?" He had now grabbed both of your hands , holding them to his chest , he was giddy like a schoolchild , practically jumping with joy.

"I-uh....I." you were at loss for words , you could just run away right? You had done this many times , you needed the confidence, where was your mask , what would you say??? "I-uh...I'll help!" You were quiet shocked, those words coming out your mouth , Skully dropped your hands and pulled you into a tight hug , a suffocating one at that.

"Now come with me , I'll take you down to the town centre." He said with a large smile , grabbing your hand and pulling you hard , you turned over to the village and waved at the ghosts. A few large ghosts came out of some boxes (they will look like Peronas ghosts in this case) and waved back, a small frown.

Was this a start of a new adventure?(I'll right a part two some time idk)