Its Early In The Morning When Lyney Wakes Upa Habit He Developed From Being A Fatuus.

it’s early in the morning when lyney wakes up—a habit he developed from being a fatuus.

however, you on the other hand, were sleeping as soundly as ever.

the sun is beaming throughout his room, illuminating all the small crevices of your face for only him to see. light flows around the entire room, but it mainly seems to be focusing on you.

his finger lightly brushed the apple of your cheek as you calmly sleep. it moves throughout your face, from tracing your cheek to tracing your jawline. and then—lyney gets too carried away with himself—his finger brushes your bottom lip carefully, making sure not to wake you.

you still for a while, until you don’t. you turn your body to face lyney.

“stop that,” you mumble.

lyney jumps back, partially because: one, he didn’t know you were awake, and two, you moved and your eyes were still closed.

lyney goes to apologize, but you cut him off, “the bunnies need to go in the hat.”

um, what?

lyney shifts himself closer to you, watching as your eyelids dart back and forth. your hands are slightly moving as well, almost as if they’re trying to grab something.

“get back in here,” you slur, still making grabbing motions with your hands. “lyney is gonna be mad if you don’t get back in the hat.”

oh? so you’re dreaming about him?

lyney can’t help but smirk to himself. you’re dreaming about him. throughout his entire life, lyney never imagined himself being dreamed about. in all honesty, he never imagined himself having someone that would dream about him, at all.

yet, here you are. lyney wonders to himself: what is he doing in your dream? is he berating you for letting the bunnies go? he hopes that isn’t the case, since lyney couldn’t even imagine himself raising his voice at you. did he let the bunnies go himself?

he raises a hand to touch you again, but this time, you catch his wrist in your hands. did you wake up? how could you do that without even opening your eyes?

“got you,” lyney could hear the satisfaction in your voice. he knows you’re referring to the bunnies, but he would like to think that you’re referring to him.

“you got me,” lyney quietly smiles. you’ve got me always. lyney uses his free hand to brush over your features once again, simply admiring the lovely sight that was next to him in bed. it’s still marveling how he’s managed to get someone like you.

he gently moves your head—it’s a small move, so small and so light that you’re still fast asleep—and he takes his time to fully soak in your light. the sun is still shining over you. even when sleeping, you still look radiant.

lyney sighs. you say that you got him, but really, he got you (somehow). he feels as though he was yours before you were ever his. lyney plants a small kiss on the corner of your lips before he shufles back into bed with you.

“lyney?” you groggily move. uh oh. this time, lyney has a feeling you’re actually awake.

your hand is still on his wrist, yet the grip feels looser than it did before. however, before you could let go, lyney holds your hand in place.

“shh,” lyney gently strokes your eyebrow, “it’s all dream,” he assures you.

lyney smiles as he watches your eyes flutter shut, and as you inch closer to him when you fall asleep. you’re resting on his shoulder now, your warm engulfing him in all the best ways.

he cannot wait to remind you of this dream when you wake up.

This is probably the weirdest request ever but can I request Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia with a s/o that turned into a marketable plushy? I don't mean someone made a plushy of them I mean they were transformed into it. I had a nightmare where that happened to me and for some reason, it was the worst thing I've ever dreamt.

Please Don't Turn Me Into a Marketable Plushy!

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia.

Genre: Fluff/Crack.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: I'm a person who doesn't dream much but even when I do it's usually a nightmare. But this is ridiculous! But like so funny at the same time! But bestie what's going on to be having dreams like this? 😭

Mukuro

Quite it had been suspicious quite as of late Mukuro had noticed. By now she would have expected you to be by her side. At first she was worried very worried that something could have happened to you.

She knew you could handle yourself but even still she was still worried. The feelings of worry would hold merit in time. As the school day had ended and Mukuro had not seen you she decided to check up on you herself.

Mukuro had texted you multiple times throughout the day and had gotten no reply. Strange as you would always reply to her as quickly as you could. This didn't cause her to panic as there are many suitable reasons why you wouldn't text her throughout the day.

Soon Mukuro had made it to your home and let herself in with the spare key that you had given her. Stepping into your home she called out for you. "S/O?" No response.

She made her up to your bedroom as maybe you had slept in or were sick. Although nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Mukuro spoke as she opened the door to your bedroom.

"Mukuro! Help me!" A voice could be heard in the room it took a second to register. But Mukuro was able to pinpoint the voice with her vigilant eyes.

She looked at the desk in your and a plushy could be seen. No wait a plushy of you surely. However, as she moved closer it became clear that the plushy was indeed you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened to you?" Mukuro questioned as kneeled to get a closer look at you. "I'm not sure! I just woke up like this! I tried to call and text you but I can't do anything as a plushy!" You spoke jumping up and down your arms flapping up and down like a bird's wings.

"..." Mukuro was speechless I mean who wouldn't be?!? What are you supposed to do let alone say something about this?

After regaining her composer Mukuro picked you put and put you in her blazer pocket. "I'll take care of you for now let's wait until tomorrow to see if you return to normal. If not then we can ask one of the Ultimates for help." Mukuro spoke as a smile grew on your face.

Finally, this will be a great way to see your girlfriend in action as she practices her skills as an Ultimate! A smile began to grow on Mukuro's face as she looked at you somehow you looked even cuter as a plushy.

Junko

You were late...very late! Where the hell were you?!? THE JUNKO ENOSHIMA! had invited YOU!

To be at a photoshoot with her and you were late nowhere to be seen. Heck, she wanted you to join her and get pictures taken! Well fine, be that she if she cares! (Honestly, I would say she does care but it's probably causing her despair by you not being there. So it's probably not affecting all that much but you never know with how unpredictable she is.)

Once this entire photoshoot was over she went to your home and DEMAND an answer! Heck! Screw the photoshoot! She needed her answers now! Confused by her outburst no one could do anything to stop her from leaving.

Loud knocks could be heard at your front door. "S/O? S/O? Open up! I know you're in there! You queen of despair demands to know why you weren't at the photoshoot!" More knocks could be heard after she spoke.

But then loud bangs could be heard from your front door. What was she...was she kicking your door down? She's insane! (Now ain't that the truth.)

She could be heard running around your look for you and possibly breaking a few things along the way. She then made her grand entrance into your room by nearly kicking the door off its hinges. "Hey! Stop it! You'll destroy my home! You've already destroyed some of it!"

A voice could be heard and Junko looked around until she saw a plushy that looked like you sitting on the table. "HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!?! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS!!" Wow, how comforting...

Junko spoke as picked you by the head and placed you on top of her head like a crown. "Come on my beloved I'll show you what despair looks like firsthand!" Junko spoke dashing out of your room. Will you return to normal? Who knows...

Komaru

Komaru had spent her day drawing manga and well she lost track of time. While she was taking a break from drawing she realized she hadn't heard from you in a while! She has sent you a text. 'Hey S/O! How are you? Are you doing okay?'

She set her phone down and went back to drawing and expected a response soon. Although as more time passed a response never came. Thinking you were just busy Komaru sent another text.

Although more time has passed and Komaru still hasn't heard back from you. This caused her to worry so she decided to leave and go to your home. You had given her a spare key and let her enter your home if she ever needed anything.

"S/O?" Komaru called out to you as she entered the home closing the door behind her. She had gotten no response from you she walked looking for you. Making her way upstairs she decided to check your bedroom as you weren't anywhere on the first floor.

Komaru knocked before entering your bedroom. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Komaru spoke as she entered your room.

"Komaru! Over here!" A voice could be heard in the room after looking around for a while Komaru was able to pinpoint where the voice had come from. It was from you or well a plushy that looked like you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened?" Komaru spoke as she got closer to the desk you were on. "I'm not sure Komaru! I just woke up like this!"

Komaru held out her hand and you jumped onto it. "You're so cute S/O! This just gave me a great idea for a manga! Come on I'll bring you to my place so we can work on it together!"

Komaru smiled as she held you in her hands. You were so cute like this and she'd have to take pictures! But most of all she can show you how much of an amazing girlfriend she is by protecting you!

Sonia

There could only be one cause for why you were like this now. Like what exactly? Like a plushy yes that's right you awoke to find yourself now as a plushy.

You knew Sonia was good friends with Gundham but this was just ridiculous! Had something gone wrong while they were doing black magic? Or was this something that Sonia wanted to happen?

Well, you truly had no idea and could only guess and wait. Waiting was all you really could do as being plushy had its limitations. On the other hand, you looked adorable!

You can only imagine how Sonia would react to something like this. Oh well, it's not like you would mind anyway. Being cared for and adored as a plushy while your girlfriend takes care of you?

You suppose there was nothing to complain about although this waiting was killing you! Just how much longer would Sonia be? You need to be with her at once!

Click

However, it seems you were in luck as Sonia has now returned! "Sonia! Sonia! Over here!" You called out to her as you jumped to get her attention. Sonia was stunned for a moment but then recovered from her moment of shock.

"Oh my! S/O? Is that you? What happened? You are simply adorable!" Ah, there is was you expected to find you even more adorable like this. I mean you are her partner so of course you were adorable!

Sonia had moved closer to the desk that you were sitting on as a smile appeared on her face. She held out her hands and you hopped onto them as held you gently. "You are simply adorable! Come S/O I have many outfits your size! You must try them you will look wonderful!"

"But Sonia-" you had tried to ask her if you were like this because of something to do with Gundham and black magic. But Sonia had cut you off before you could finish. "Oh! I must get my camera!" Oh well, you'll deal with that later your just happy to spend time with Sonia.

the thing about isekai is

scaramouche x gn!reader

when waking up in a place once thought to be fictional, most people would try to find a way back to their own world. you, however, find your favorite character and tell him how much you adore him.

isekai, fluff

The thing about being isekai’d into Teyvat is that the first thing you’ll do is find your favorite person and tell him how important he is.

“People… love me?”

You laugh, not the mocking sort of laugh, no. This one is light and airy, like cotton drifting through the air, your soft voice tinkling like chimes in the wind.

“Yes, a lot of us do!” You grin, bright as the sun rising through the horizon. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position? All of us…” you sigh, a nostalgic sort of smile on your lips. “All of us really adore you.”

He looks away, tugging his hat down to his face. Hah, did you really expect him to believe your words so easily? Though he is curious, which isn’t to say he believes your outrageous claims, but…

“Tell me more about this… scaranation you’ve been rambling about.”

Clapping your hands in delight, you go on a rant about the many people in this community you speak of. Fans you, say—of his. It’s difficult to accept your words, but the content itself—hearing about the amount of people who’ve squandered money for him, who waited years for him, who apparently think he’s worthy of being loved—it’s not… unpleasant.

“Hmph. I’ve heard enough.” No, he hasn’t. He wants to hear more, wants to know more, wants to see these people with his own eyes, wants to understand why you look at him like he hung the stars with his own hands. All crinkled eyes and a smile that you can’t seem to wipe from your face.

However…

“Scara-nation, really?”

You snicker. “Most of us got too used to calling you Scaramouche.”

He crosses his arms. “I’ve long since let go of that name.”

“I know.” Then, a delighted look crosses your face that instantly sends him on edge. “Wait til you hear what people named you.”

“…Do I even want to?”

You laugh. “Probably not, but just know I named you Baby.”

He levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Baby? Baby? Do I look like a child to you?”

“Some would say you do, in fact—”

He grumbles through your explanation, occasionally making barbed comments, especially when you reached the part where people apparently wrote stories about him. How outrageous and odd and… flattering, though the world would sooner burn before he admits it.

Mostly, though, he remains quiet, absorbing everything you had to say about how others viewed him and the lengths they’ve gone to… make him come home? Whatever that meant.

Sitting in the shade of a tree with you and listening to your strange tales feels almost nice, in a way the kabukimono of his past would have described it.

“I cried, y’know? Absolutely bawling my eyes out and snot coming out of my nose when I lost the fifty-fifty! I had to spend money, which wasn’t much compared to the others who spent, like, thousands for you. And did you know…”

The Wanderer didn’t realize it, but there’d been a faint smile on his lips the entire time.

Have you guys seen the new Juvia figure?!? She's beautiful!!! 😭😭😭

sleepyhead. (version two.)

in which you can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, at the most unconventional of places, which is how the traveller and paimon find out about your relationship with him.

pairing. alhaitham, lyney x gn reader

tags. fluff, slight(?) crack, established relationship

notes. i wanted to write an alhaitham & lyney part for this idea that day but got tired so i dIDNT but here they are <3 also mightve sorta gotten carried away at lyneys part...

neuvillette & scaramouche vers.

“Paimon's so tired she could sleep for days,” Paimon complains, flopping against Lumine's shoulder. She points at someone off to the side. “Like that person over there! Paimon doesn't know why they don't just go inside their house to sleep, though.”

Lumine turns, curious. And there you were, slumped in the corner of the porch, clutching a lunchbox in one hand with a few books balancing atop it.

“Wait, isn't that Alhaitham's house??”

It was.

“Why's some random person sleeping on Alhaitham's front door? Let's go check them out!” Suddenly re-energized, Paimon floats over to your sleeping body.

You donned the uniform of an Akedemiya scholar, and on closer inspection, the books you held were on a variety of topics. Architecture, astrology, marine biology...? Lumine was vaguely reminded of Layla.

“We should wake them up. Alhaitham surely won't be happy to find someone in front of his house like this.” Paimon then glances around surreptitiously, voice lowering into a hushed whisper. “Plus, if they wake up when Kaveh comes home...”

Lumine sighs, giving your shoulder a gentle shake. You don't stir, not one bit. She moves to try again, crouching down to your level when—

“Don't.”

Paimon shrieks.

“Don't scare Paimon like that!” she whines, whirling around to face Alhaitham.

Lumine stands herself, tilting her head to the side curiously. Paimon asks the question for her. “Why not? Do you know them? Don't tell me you're friends — Paimon thought you didn't have any friends! Ahem. No offence.”

“None taken,” he says.

The most oddest thing happens then. He stoops down, a hand around your back, the other supporting your legs. He picks you up easily, and you only snuggle closer toward his chest, as if on instinct.

“Help me pick their things up. Thank you.”

“Wait, so you know them?” Paimon chirps in, filling the silence with ease as Alhaitham unlocks the door, allowing everyone inside.

Alhaitham nods. “I do. In fact, we are partners.”

“Like, in work or...?”

“As in romantically.”

Lumine studies the position the both of you were in. Your head buried in his chest, his arms tight around your figure. He raises an eyebrow, ever so slightly challenging, and she decides to say nothing. Aw, it seemed Alhaitham did have a heart.

Paimon shrieks, again. “You?! You're dating someone? How?!”

“Please keep your volume down,” he tells her, setting you on the couch softly. With an imperceptibly fond glance thrown your way, he admits you do not get a lot of sleep.

“Oh, sorry!” Paimon whispers. “But — but how?”

Alhaitham shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, but there is a tilt in his lip that hadn't been there before. “I have been told I make a good pillow.”

“Lyney's so cool, Paimon wonders how he does all his tricks!” Paimon gushes. The praise is not unfounded — that performance still had Lumine's head whirling. Paimon hums, “Do you think he'll tell us if we asked? He did so the last time...”

She shrugs in reply. It was worth a shot.

“Then let's go find him!!”

They turn backwards, walking down the steps toward the backstage — Lyney and Lynette would definitely be there still. The Opera House had already been cleared of anybody minutes ago, awestruck audience leaving the scene babbling away about the show.

Except for one last person.

Paimon frowns, pointing at someone in the front row seats. You're curled up in the cushy chair, fast asleep. Paimon tutts. “How could someone fall asleep during Lyney's show? It was so good!”

Lumine shushes her. There wasn't any need to comment about anyone else. They had to find Lyney, after all.

“Lyney!!” Paimon calls, peeking a head in. “You have to tell Paimon how you did those tricks!”

The magician in question turns, smile widening at the sight of them. “And if it isn’t my two most loyal fans! I'm afriad I must disappoint you, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Hello, Lumine, Paimon,” Lynette greets them. “We're about to have lunch at the cafe. Would you like to join us?”

“Food!” Paimon squeals, eyes shining now. She nods eagerly.

Lyney laughs smoothly. “Let's be off then! We mustn't let my darling be waiting too long. If not, they might just asleep.”

“That reminds Paimon! There was someone sleeping in the front row — the front row!” Paimon huffs, kicking her feet. “So rude! Your show definitely wasn't boring enough to sleep through.”

At this, Lyney and Lynette share a glance. Lumine doesn't comment on it, for Paimon's already on another spiel.

You're still asleep, curled up in the same cat-like way as before. Paimon points at you, mouth parted to speak, but Lyney beats her to the punch, shushing her.

“Let me,” he says.

“Erm, what's he doing?”

Lynette sighs. “Being a dumbass.”

Lyney cups your cheek with his palms, pressing a kiss to your nose. (“Does he do this with everyone who falls asleep??” Paimon asks, almost horrified.) He smiles, something softer, something sweeter than Lumine's ever seen him smile. “Rise and shine, mon ange.”

Your eyes crack open. At the sight of him, you avert your gaze.

“I'm sorry I fell asleep during your show,” you murmur regretfully.

He shakes his head. “Nevermind that, darling. Did you sleep well?”

“To the sound of your voice?” you ask, voice lilting, almost enchanting. “Perfectly.”

He flushes. Like an honest to god blush. Even Paimon is struck dumb at the sight.

“You flatter me,” he laughs, helping you out of your seat. His gaze never seems to leave yours.

“I can't help it.” You pout. The two of you seem to be in your own world at this point. “It's not my fault my boyfriend has the most soothing voice.”

“Wait. BOYFRIEND?!”

YOU

@charles-among-us

Your brain, hand it over /j

Because can you imagine? Just-

"I'm the real Creator!" "No, I'm the real Creator! They're the fake!"

The acolytes are all convering amongst themselves like "Which one is which?" "I can't tell which is the right one!" "How are we supposed to choose?"

And Cyno just pops up with "Well, this really 'Creator-s' a big problem."

Everyone deadpans. They are staring at him with the classic "really?" look.

But then the real Creator starts laughing. Cyno looks smug as hell, because everyone knows that the Creator loves his jokes. Everyone hates his jokes even more now (even though he saved the day with them)

Congrats, the amount of jokes he makes has now tripled