Adults Don't Stop Having Imaginary Friends We Just Start Referring To Them As Original Characters

adults don't stop having imaginary friends we just start referring to them as original characters

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Requested by @yanderemochii.

High Noon! Khada Jhin

Jhin was known for his swift and graceful manner of moving unbefitting every other gunslinger out there; but, even under his continued tutelage, he always managed to sneak behind you and make you jump – today being no exception.

“Darling, why ever do you look so on edge?“

You shrieked and whirled around, pistol immediately pressed against Jhin’s throat, something that nonetheless came as a surprise to you. Normally you’re unable to get within ten feet of him unless he let you, much less allows you to point your measly gun anywhere close to him. He’d always comment on how terrible your aim was, but even so, to see your master allow you to press your loaded gun against his jugular was a hefty blow to your confidence.

“Sir! I-I didn’t hear you come in…”

“Darling, do you ever? You’ve always lacked in the awareness department.” His southern drawl never matched his manner of speaking, sounding far too posh and uptight despite his reputation as the finest gunslinger in town. If he wasn’t wearing that scarf, you’re certain you’d see a smile which matched his tone – but as far as you’ve heard, no one has seen his face and lived to tell the tale. You weren’t prepared to join those ranks just yet.

“You have such little confidence in me, Master Jhin.” You whined and pushed the pistol into your holster, turning your attention back to your shot glass as he took a seat next to you. 

The bartender nodded at the arrival of your master, immediately pouring a shot, the first always being on the house. Jhin made a sound between a playful hum and a satisfied chuckle as he gingerly grabbed the glass and downed it, a throaty and maniacal laugh working its way up his throat as he finished. He finally turned to you, head playfully tilted to the side in response to your statement.

“I suppose you’re right, little one, but does the fault really lie with me when your abilities clearly seem to regress every time we duel?” He criticized, much to your mortification. You couldn’t even challenge his claims; it’s true you weren’t at your best these past few days, but it was nonetheless embarrassing to hear your teacher say it with such a jovial yet condescending tone.

“Tell me, love,” he nodded as the bar dog poured him another shot. “Is there something on your mind? Quite frankly, your clear relapse in ability is… alarming.”

You chewed on your bottom lip uneasily, unsure if your relationship with him was deep enough to warrant such a conversation. But, at this point, you were at wit’s end; surely it was better to ask his advice.

“I…there’s this fellow that insists on following me home as of late…” You nervously glanced at your teacher, noticing the way his tension was made palpable by your confession. “L-last night, he tried to… force his way into my home, but I-I…I managed to scare him off with a lucky shot to his leg.” Heart pounding wildly against your chest, you nearly teared up recalling the traumatizing experience. That was the first time you’d shot a living target, especially under such duress. “T-that’s why I’ve been so out of sorts, lately. I know it’s not much of an excuse, but I sincerely apologize.”

“…I see.” Jhin nodded, and for a moment, you thought he was agreeing that you were at fault, that you deserved to be harassed like this – you were never a worthy or particularly good student after all, always naive and starry-eyed. It’s a wonder he even took you under his wing. “…You would look so gorgeous painted in their blood.” The sentiment held a sweet undertone despite the way he’d nearly growled it. The air felt much heavier, oxygen levels seemingly lower with the revelation of what he’d said.

“I’ll have to pay the man a visit, if I do say so myself. Should be easy enough to find, I’m sure you landed a particularly wonderful shot on his leg.”

You shot up from your seat, the glasses on the saloon counter clinking with your movement. Saloon patrons briefly halted conversation to throw a glance your way, making you wish you could just disappear right there, before resuming their conversations thinking you were another drunkard. 

Uneasily, you settled back into your seat and turned toward Jhin. “Sir, please I could never bother you with something so trivial.” You could hardly breathe, words and excuses rolling off your tongue before you could think; the sheer thought of being saved like some damsel in distress was far too distasteful to your already shameful image as a gunner. “I can handle myself, sir, I promise I–”

“Darling, don’t be silly. I’m just ensuring that what’s mine stays mine.” He corrected. You stilled, cheeks hot and lips shut, to which he cheerfully hummed – an acknowledgement that you were behaving like any good pet should. “After all, I’m the only one that can kill you.”

My daily dose of serotonin

They're best friends okay

if requests for the fairytale au are still open how about a dragon au w/ dio? maybe the reader is a kidnapped princess and dio falls for her, or maybe he falls for her and THEN kidnaps her. whatever u feel like writing!

Yep sure

Dragons treasure pt1

(yandere dragon Dio X princess's reader)

You woke up and rubbed your head, you felt rather groggy but that was to be expected after being trapped under the rubble of your castle but you weren't anymore, instead you laid on a mountain of pillows that were sprawled out like a mattress on the cave ground.

You sat up and tried to find your tiara but you must have lost it while being unconscious. Then you felt the ground shake under you as a long, large shadow appeared and approached. You quickly pretended to be asleep, using your hair to hide your open eye.

Slowly it came closer and closer but you did not dare to look up. A large claw came down only a metre away from your face showing you a tiara. It wasn't yours, it was a fancier than yours, made of platinum and had diamonds all around it.

You finally gained the courage to look up and as you did you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you came face to face with a golden dragon with Amber eyes. Your fear grew worse as you looked at its horns and the bones that came out of it's back like the bones in a fish's fin.

As if being kidnapped by a normal dragon wasn't enough, you had to be captured by a king of dragons or a dragon of death as others referred to it's breed. It was an immortal being and a savage one as well, truly the apex of all life.

You coward back, tears threatens to flood your eyes.

"Please don't eat me!" You plea to the dragon. It lifted its front leg and it's claws above your head, dropping a tiara onto your head before tracing the tip of it's claw across your cheek.

"I don't eat my hard earned treasure" the dragon spoke.

"W... Wait, you can speak?!" You exclaimed.

"Of course I do" he replied, he seemed to be insulted by your words.

"What do you intend to do with me if you're not going to eat me?" You asked before the dragon grabbed you, his long, sharp, black claws.

"I'll do whatever I want with that body of yours" he said which frightened you, you knew what he was implying and the thought of it alone scared you, little more the idea of doing it with a dragon. How would that even work? The size difference was callosal.

"But I don't think that's possible" you said.

"Oh it is, eventually you will find out" he said with a chuckle.