#sorry for the awful horrid gifs

[theimpalatales]

James Acaster

#james acaster #cold lasagne hate myself 1999 #comedian #comedy #british comics #samaritans #tw: suicide #just in case #this routine is so wonderful #weirdly the first time I ever watched this show was when I had hit an incredibly low point in my life #i didn't know he spoke about mental health in it #i just needed a pick me up #and then he delivered this straight into my lap #mental health #akf #my gifs #sorry for the awful horrid gifs #but i love this routine and also it's so important and cool that he spoke about it #the samaritans are truly wonderful #acaster gif

[urdepressedslut]

Tears of an Angel

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.

♡ Warnings: hydra, bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, hints to sexual assault/abuse, torture, literally this is so sad i’m sorry

main masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

You didn’t know why it had hurt that much. He wasn’t anyone special to you to begin with. He was merely a stranger fighting for his life— just like you.

It was a silly gesture that you had let your withered mind believe. You weren’t sure if you held such distaste for him hurting you— or for yourself for allowing it to hurt that badly.

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You watched the man shout with anger, dripping into fear— lastly he cried of exhaustion. You watched him shuffle throughout his little room, begging with no one in particular— to set him free. The decent sized hole in the wall separating you two— gave you a front row seat to the man’s episode. The outbursts shouldn’t of interested you, but the glimmer of silver from his arm had caught your attention. This man being different than all the others you’d seen.

He did this frequently, every episode shorter than the last. His voice would grow more hoarse, his shuffling would quiet down, his energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Adrenaline would do nothing for him now.

It had been almost a full month of examining the man from your spot in your own cell. Never did you find energy in yourself to say something— comfort him. What was the point, right?

Although the more time that passed, the harder it was to not say something. The man’s faith was thinning right before your eyes. You felt awful for this man’s suffering, all which had been seen by you. You thought you could sit aside, watch him give up— then he’d leave. It’s what you did with all the others, all of them hurting as bad as the last. But this man was a fighter, he was determined— fighting towards something. Maybe someone.

It was only making things worse, the ending would hurt greater than all the others. He was different, he was strong. Knowing that, you knew they would never let him leave. He was their property now.

That’s just how things worked here. Your strength was taken advantage of.

Today he was staring mindlessly at the wall, his eyes dull and lifeless. You didn’t know why you wanted to say something suddenly, but the urge to ask if he was okay— burned at the front of your mind. It was a dumb question— of course he wasn’t.

His hair was longer, having grown out in his time trapped here.

You were about to say something, beginning to clear your throat when your cell door was open suddenly. You were shocked, the gist unexpected— you were starting to think you were forgotten in here. No one having checked your room for quite some time.

But as the guards hoisted you up— easily since you had no fight left in you. They guided you out of the room, down the hall to an eerily familiar room. One that had your stomach knotting up, dreading the pain you were about to receive.

You were so caught up in the moment, you had missed the man’s head glance over to you— through the hole in the wall.

~

The door swung open, the guards carelessly tossing you inside— causing you to land hard on your hands and knees.

You let out a cry— half pain, half frustration. You were unsure how you we able to endure such amounts of pain. You begged for the darkness to consume you. Letting you limbs fill with ice, your whole body sinking into a cold deep oblivion. An escape.

But it was over— for now.

You pathetically crawled to your spot against the wall, the movement causing pain to shoot up through your body.

You stared blankly at the wall, wishing you could forget the horrid events that had just happened.

Today was bad. Bad not coming close to describing the true agony your endured, the torture that you went through the felt like forever.

Your lower region throbbed painfully, and you wished that you could be numb. Wishing so desperately to not feel anything.

You felt violated— the urge to rip off your own skin. The thought of your own flesh had you revolted, wanting to throw up. You didn’t want to feel your own skin, you couldn’t look at it— you wanted it to all stop. You stayed eerily still, fearing that your deep breaths— the expanding of your chest would cause you pain.

“Hey.” A soft horse voice called.

You sluggishly moved your head towards the voice, your eyes meeting with concerned blue ones.

You stayed silent— furrowing your brows like you wanted to say something, but found your lips sealed. Truthfully, you were afraid to speak. You feared the guards would hear and punish you some more— you just couldn’t deal with even the thought.

“Are you okay?” He tried again.

You scoffed, wanting to bitterly laugh at his question— but ended up crying instead. Your body shook painfully, your hands clutching your lower abdomen. You quietly sobbed, your tears soaking your thighs as you hunched pitifully.

Your mind was chaos, you felt overwhelmed. Your body was alert, ready for the guards to enter at any moment— while your mind was exhausted.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay— I’m here.” He whispered through the gap.

You slowed your cries, the comfort his words brought you felt foreign. He didn’t even know you, you didn’t even know him— yet he was trying to comfort you. Maybe it was because you were in such a vile place, that had you grabbing a hold of the sliver of comfort.

You hugged yourself, glancing back up to his eyes now— surprised to find them filled with worry. His gaze scanning over your form, as if he was searching for the reason of you distress.

“I’m Bucky.” He introduced, now sitting against the wall, keeping his eyes trained on you.

You could finally put a name to the face.

You swallowed, trying to remind yourself that a name didn’t mean anything. You could know someone’s name and not be close with them, the walls could still stay up. Right?

“(Y/n).” You told him, your voice so hoarse— a sound barely came out. Your screams from the torture shredding your vocal cords.

Bucky smiled, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“That’s a pretty name.” He thought out loud, and if you had any room for butterflies— you would’ve been blushing from nerves. All your body could manage was fear— pain.

Bucky watched as your body shook with a particular painful looking wave. His eyes widening in concern when your hands clutched your lower abdomen. Your face scrunched up painfully, squeezing your eyes shut— wishing for this sensation to pass.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay— I know it hurts now but just keep breathing okay? You can—” He paused, slipping his right hand through the gap in the wall. “You can hold my hand if you wa— need to.”

You slowly unscrunched your face, taking deep breaths like he had said— the fresh cool air soothing your lungs. Although it caused slight movement, the deep breaths were calming you.

You stared at his hand— hesitant. A part of you knew you shouldn’t— the fact was you shouldn’t even be talking to him. But the other part of you was desperate for human touch. It had been years since you last felt someone— someone’s gentle touch.

Your hunger won, that’s how you found yourself slowly scooting from your spot on the wall, towards the gap— towards his hand. The movement causes the throbbing to pick back up, a whimper of pain escape. You were close enough and grabbed onto his hand tight, squeezing it in hopes he could make the pain go away.

“I’ve got you— just keep breathing. I’m right here.” He cooed, his voice smooth and calming.

You still didn’t know why he was being so kind, but you decided not to question it any longer. You were grateful, to find comfort in such a place.

You quietly sobbed, holding onto his hand— his thumb occasionally rubbing back and fourth on the back of your hand.

“We’re gonna get out of here, I just know we will.” He whispered, and you had a feeling he was trying to convince himself.

You noticed he was peppier today, having more fight in his voice. You weren’t sure if he was only faking it for you, either way— you appreciated the motivation. He was relaxing to be around, specifically today. You wouldn’t question the leave you could find in a place like this. Hell.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You whimpered, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. Your lower abdomen starting to burn uncomfortably.

He gave your hand a tight squeeze, rubbing his thumb up and down once more.

“No need. We’ve got each other now— we will be okay.”

Oh how desperately you wanted to believe his words. Well— you did.

Months had passed, you both clung onto each other everyday— that was until he was taken one day and he never returned. You knew it was completely out of his control— but you felt hurt. You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling betrayed.

You didn’t know why it had hurt that much. He wasn’t anyone special to you to begin with. He was merely a stranger fighting for his life— just like you.

He had held your hand, talked you through some bad moments— he showed you that kindness still existed.

It was a silly gesture that you had let your withered mind believe. You weren’t sure if you held such distaste for him hurting you— or for yourself for allowing it to hurt that badly.

So for now, you’d sit against the grimy wall— counting down the days until someone knew took up the other cell. Then the cycle would repeat and you’d wish for the darkness to consume you.

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[entitled-fangirl]

He may always be a demon from hell, but she still loves him.

Crowley x human!reader

Summary: The reader and Crowley discuss what she's reading. She says it reminds her of him, to which he panics.

Words: 1,784

Warnings: demon, heavy makeout session, angst, alcohol

Author's note: I don't own the character or the book mentioned in this! Eeeeek enjoy!

Masterlist <3

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Crowley looked up from the glass of bourbon in his hands as he sat in one of Aziraphale’s many chairs. There she sat across from him. The pretty little human.

Her legs were pulled up onto the couch, her body curled into itself as she held her book out in front of her to read.

She was quite pretty. He had always thought so. Of all his years on this earth, this one was by far the best he had seen. And her soul simply solidified it. Her mind, body, and soul were precious. 

She was entirely focused on her book, not noticing Crowley’s gaze. He took that to his advantage, his eyes scanning her entire frame before finally resting on her face. He opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he knew he would do anything to talk to her as much as he could in her lifetime.

“What are you reading, Flower?”

That was his name for her. Aziraphale was his angel, sure. And she seemed like an angel herself, the metaphorical kind, anyway. She was not like a real angel, which is annoying and dull. No, she wasn’t like that at all. He hadn’t read many books but knew how humans romanticized the term 'angel.' The innocence it carried in its title. 

No, no, no. She was his flower. He spend many days searching for the right name, but once he came up with that one, it stuck like glue. He loved plants. He loved plants so much. And he loved her. She was his flower.

Now, her head perked up to let her eyes meet his. She held his gaze, admiring the snake-like pupils the demon had. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, regaining her composure. “Oh, uh…,” her voice soft, “it’s the Phantom of the Opera. Have… Have you read it, Angel?”

His eyes closed. He loved it when she called him that. He was no angel by any means, but she used the term every chance she could the day she learned that he had once been so. She had two angels as far as she was concerned. And while one had a significantly more gothic wardrobe, she still considered him just the same.

He nods, “I was around when it was written and published. Hated it then.”

Her lips slowly pull into an amused smile. “And now?”

He shrugs, looking back into her eyes, “…Do YOU like it, Flower?”

A soft breath comes from her lungs, “…Not sure, but I believe so. Won’t say until I finish it. You know how it ends, Angel?”

He shakes his head, “Can’t say I do. Didn’t care enough to finish it.”

She finds that quite amusing. She pulls her legs closer to her to get comfortable, trying to keep herself warm. “Well, I’ll let you know when I’m done, yeah? If it’s good enough, will you try to read it again?”

“Tell me why you like it so much, Flower.”

She considers his words carefully, “I… perhaps see similarities in it… sometimes. You know?”

His eyes move back down to the liquor glass in his hand. He remained quiet, a silent sigh for her elaborate on her findings. 

“That was… stupid. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m… I’m sorry…”

He was much more intrigued than before. Sorry? For what? He wished sometimes he could just see what was going on in that funny little brain of hers. “No. Tell me.”

She knew that wasn’t a reassurance that he wasn’t annoyed. It was more of a demand. 

“I don’t know, Crowley…”

He grins, pulling the glass to his lips to take another sip.

“Tell me what you DO know, Flower.”

Her eyes wander around the room in thought. “I suppose I feel remorse for the Phantom…”

He hums.

“…and… everyone makes him out to be a horrid creature. A vile beast worth ending. And he believes it too about himself. That he’s awful and cruel. But they don’t know anything about him. Nothing. They even assume it’s a ghost sometimes…”

By now, he’s hooked on her words. Not that he cared for the plot much, but just her. She was beautiful like this, the sunlight from the windows behind her casting a light against her back, giving her body a glowing effect. 

“…anyways, this girl falls in love with him. And she finds out he’s just a man. He’s a man like anyone else. He’s not the vile thing everyone makes him out to be.”

He’s taking in every word.

Her voice drops to a low volume, “They call him a demon from hell.”

Crowley felt his jaw clench at her words. 

“…But, he’s not. Not at all. He’s just a man. A man who deserves much more than life handed him. He was no demon. He could’ve been an angel. He’s kind and fair. Honest and witty. He protects her with his life. And he’s loyal. He is quite admirable, honestly.”

She held this look. It was a loving look as she stared at Crowley. This time, he could read her like an open book. She was referencing him. That everyone believed Crowley was vile and cruel. But he was just like a man. 

“…You’re awfully quiet, Angel.”

That sold it for him. Angel. Her angel. His eyes closed, taking in a deep breath. 

He stood up quickly, setting his glass on the side table before approaching the sofa she occupied. She noticed, scooting over slightly to make room for him, but he didn’t sit. He kneeled in front of the couch, in front of her. 

If his eyes could produce tears, they’d be running. “Flower? You truly think that of me? That I’m just a man?”

She nods, her breath quickening at his proximity. 

He wanted to believe her. He truly did, but he couldn’t. He leaned in, making their faces inches apart. 

“You think all this and you haven’t finished the book?”

She nods again, her gaze staring to settle on his lips.

His hand reached forward, grabbing her face gently. His voice became a low growl, “And what if this angel truly is a demon from hell? Would the girl stop loving him, Flower?”

She isn’t sure what to say. She’s not sure who they’re even talking about at this point. Her gut told her to say one thing, but her head said another. And his grip on her face was not helping her focus.

“I.. I don’t think… love takes what they are into con… consideration when it chooses them…”

Satan, she was perfect. She always knew exactly what to say, the sneaky thing. It stilled his vessel’s heart, his eyes still drilling into hers. 

“And… will she truly listen to her heart?”

She nods. “She would be a fool not to, Angel.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, sitting so pretty for him, her words causing a fire to erupt in his stomach. He leaned forward, pulling her face towards his. 

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long because Crowley pulls away.

“Maybe you should finish the book before you make your conclusions, Flower. Perhaps he’ll always be that demon from hell.”

He stands, sliding his hands into his pockets with a sigh before exiting the bookshop.

…

Days pass and Crowley acts as if their interaction never happened. It broke her heart. Aziraphale couldn’t take the two ignoring each other and decided to fix it. 

He told Crowley to be at the bookshop at a certain time. But Aziraphale wouldn’t be there. No, this was to get the demon alone with her to talk again, as they had before. And that plan worked perfectly.

This time, however, she was placing books on the bookshelf when he entered. He walked in confidently, but the confidence soon fell as he saw her pretty face. 

“Oh. I… where’s Angel?”

She shrugs, “Haven’t seen him all day.”

Curse that blasted angel from his stupid plans that always work. 

Crowley sighs, “I’m sorry I ran out on you.”

Her eyes finally move to find his. “I finished the book.”

His shoulders dropped somewhat at her sudden change of subject, but he went along with it nonetheless. “…Well, Flower?”

Her fingers lightly played with the spine of the book she had in her hand. “He may always be the demon from hell, but she still loves him.”

He was so stupid to leave her. To abandon his sweet Christine like this. His little flower that was always in bloom. 

“Oh, Flower…”

He moved forward, immediately wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her in for a kiss.

This kiss was very much different from their first. Where the first was soft and hesitant, this one was heated and passionate, as if this was their only method of communication. And to Crowley, it was. He needed her to see just how much her words meant to him. How much he craved to feel her lips on his again. How he imagined her the nights before. 

Her hands move to him, the book in her hand long forgotten. One rested on his forearm, the other cradling his face. She kissed him back with as much reverence as he did. She needed him to know she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what he was. What he did. She needed him to know that she loved him.

She loved him.

His tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip. She left out a soft moan, paring her lips. His tongue gently began to explore her mouth, their bodies holding each other in fear that they could be ripped from each other at any moment. 

She gently pushed him away, needing to catch her breath. “Sorry… sorry, Angel.. just… just gotta breathe…”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her jaw lightly, trailing the kisses up towards her ear before whispering softly, “‘If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.’”

She let out a soft gasp, and her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. “You… you know it?”

She could practically feel his smile against her neck, his voice vibrating the bones there, “Read it again after we talked…. All the way through this time…”

She was speechless at his words. He had went back and not only read the story for her, but then was able to quote it. She had never felt love radiate in a room until this very moment in time.

She pulled him back in for another sweet kiss.

He was no demon. To her, he was an angel. Her angel.

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#crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley imagine #crowley x reader #good omens #good omens x reader #good omens fanfiction #demon fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley good omens #crowley fanfiction #crowley oneshot

[itsabouttimex2]

hey 👋 could you please do more of platonic yandere hawks x teenage bartender reader pls ? :)) I love your work

(Aw, thank you! I’ll go back and tag this series as “Teenage Bartender” since I’ve got a few fics for it now)

Patronage

Out of all the people you’ve ever served, Mr. Takami is definitely your favorite patron. The League of Villains ranges from outright bad to somewhat decent when it comes to personality, each causing you trouble in their own way.

Mr. Bubaigawara is also pretty alright, but you have to cut him off after a while so he doesn’t drink himself to sickness. He’ll switch from thanking you for looking out for him to criticizing you for being a “mood-killer” in the same breath. You like to believe that the kinder half of him is the “real” one. It always feels more sincere, in your opinion. You try to see the good in everyone around you, after all. No matter how hard it may be, or how dangerous or depraved the individual is.

Maybe you’re an optimist, Keigo Takami thinks to himself, nursing a non-alcoholic strawberry spritzer. Or maybe you’re simply too naive to see the dangers of the killers and criminals around you. Maybe it’s a case of feeling obligated to love the unloved, to accept the spurned, to try and save those dedicated to hurling themselves headfirst towards irredeemability. Maybe you sympathize with them, with what they’ve been through in their tumultuous and checkered lives.

No matter what the reason is, what really matters is that you, in spite of whatever horrid circumstances have landed you in the middle of these villains, playing caretaker and maid and nanny to drunk, belligerent murderers…

You’re still kind.

That’s why Keigo truly believes that you, more than anyone else here, can be redeemed.

Not only because of the way you treat him, but also the way you treat your “coworkers”.

When Toga gets immediately drunk off of whatever cutesy cocktail she begged you to whip up, you help her get to a couch and make her lay down, leaving a bin by her side. When Shigaraki is having another one of his tantrums, you line up all the broken glasses and worn down equipment you have onto the countertop so he has something to focus his aggression on. You listen close to all of Spinner’s rants about Stain, even if you don’t understand a word he’s saying.

You see something in them, clearly. Keigo isn’t quite sure what it is exactly, but he’d love to know. Do you care about them? Do you think they could redeem themselves? Do you think you can off-put their suffering and bloodthirstiness by being kind? Do you consider them to be family? Do you consider him family?

You’ve been around him long enough to see him as a friend, surely. You treat the winged double-crosser with the same forthcoming kindness that everyone receives when they sit at your counter, ensuring that he’s happy, hydrated, warm, and not-

“-hurt? Mr. Takami, did you get hurt?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t quite catch that one. Run it by me again?”

“That mission ran a little long, didn’t it? Usually you’re back a lot sooner, so I wanted to make sure that you were alright, Mr. Takami. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Keigo is a well-guarded man. He doesn’t give away too much and he’s good at hiding his feelings and thoughts. Still, he can’t keep himself from smiling right now. With a gloved hand, he reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“Just fine, kiddo. Things got a little troublesome- when don’t things get troublesome, huh? But i got the job done no problem, like always.”

You try to meet his smile evenly, taking his drained glass and giving him a fresh drink in turn. There’s a moment of strange silence, something’s there’s never been between the two of you.

“I’m really glad,” you quietly admit to him, breaking the lull. “I think you’re… you’re the only one who talks to me the way you do. I don’t…”

He leans forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his twined fingers. “Talk to me, pint-size. You’ve got my ear. I’ve got some time to kill.” He adds the last line just to make sure that you know he won’t mind if this takes a while. Even if he didn’t have the time… he would make it, for you.

“I really, really do like everyone! Really, I do! But it just feels… it all feels so endless, Mr. Takami. If someone isn’t mad at me, they’re puking on the floor. If they aren’t puking, they’re crying in the corner. If they aren’t crying, they’re picking fights. If they’re not fighting, they’re breaking things. If they aren’t breaking things, they’re mad at me for something. It just goes on and on, and I- I just-“

You pause, your breath hitching inwards sharply as you bury your face into your hands. You put your palms flat on the countertop, staring at your weary reflection on the polished surface.

“I’m so tired, Mr. Takami. And I feel like I’m never gonna get to take a break.”

“Okay, come over here,” Keigo guides, leading you around the counter by your hand and towards where he remembers seeing you head each night. Your personal room, he assumes. “The bar,” you try to argue as he pulls you along, “needs me at the counter. What if someone comes by for a drink?” Your words fall on deaf ears, it seems. “Most of the league is made of grown men, kid. Trust me, they can stomach a few hours without alcohol.”

He opens the door, giving himself the first view of your room he’s ever seen.

Knowing that you can’t see the face he’s making, the undercover hero allows himself to frown at the sight.

This isn’t a bedroom. This is a storage closet with a small bed and a nightstand. It’s barely four feet wide, and just about six feet long. The sort of room you’d put spare brooms and mops in, where you’d hide away a half-used gallon of drain cleaner or spare dish soap bottles you had gotten on sale. A place too claustrophobic and enclosed for anything except supplies.

But instead, this room had been given to you, a literal teenager who was giving their all to support the League in spite of getting nothing out of it.

For just a moment, his blood boils.

The League can pretend to be good. They can pretend to be heroes and freedom fighters. They can pretend that they’re fighting for a fair and just society. They can pretend that they aren’t monsters and murderers.

But this is how they treat their own. He’s always known this. The League of Villains prioritizes powerful, dangerous individuals above all else, prioritizes those who can spread chaos and mayhem in the name of their destructive goal. And you don’t fit into that powerhouse category, so you get shuffled away, tucked out of sight when they don’t have you serving them or playing babysitter to grown drunkards.

Keigo thinks he understands it, at least. But the truth is that some of the League do care for you. Twice, Spinner, Magne, Toga, Mr. Compress… all of them do care about you, as a friend or as family. And in turn, you care for them.

But he doesn’t think of that. As he helps you into the cramped bed, he thinks of “saving” you, and getting you out of here. Of bringing you home and keeping you safe from the harms and horrors of the world around you.

And there will soon come a day that you tumble out of the villain’s claws and into a hero’s talons.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere MHA #Yandere Keigo Takami #Keigo Takami #Teenage Bartender

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hello lovely I don't know if you might like this idea but I was wondering if you could do story where the reader is from a Slytherin and George's friends tell him he can't make the girl fall in love with him, so he does it and she does false for him and he also falls for her and then she finds out that it was all a bet, and I don't know you can give it the end you want I just have that idea in my mind from a long time and I think you are the only one that can make it truth , also if you can make it Smutty that will be great. Anyway if you don't do it it's okay I just thought I could ask you and well thank you and I love your writing and I also love your George stories.🥰

The Serpent and the Lion

George Weasley x Fem Slytherin!reader

Chapter 1

Warnings: none, yet. Hint at angst. Smut, eventually.

~•~

George had never expected things to get serious. At most, it'd be a quick fling. If it even got that far. He never actually believed that a Slytherin would fall for a Gryffindor. And yet, she did.

And he fell for her.

Hard.

Harder than he'd ever fallen for anyone in his life.

And now it all lay in ruins because his stupid twin brother couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

"I can't believe you actually fell in love with her," Fred stared at his twin.

"Well, I did!" George clapped back. "And now, thanks to you, her heart is broken! And so is mine..." The last bit came out as barely a whisper, but Fred heard it anyway.

"Look mate, I - I'm sorry. I never thought that little crush of yours - " he reached out to pat George's shoulder, but his twin shrugged him off.

"Leave me alone," he mumbled and rose to grab his coat.

"Where are you going?" Fred stepped in front of him.

"I don't know. Somewhere I can think. Somewhere I can maybe figure out how to win Y/N back." He pushed around Fred. "Somewhere away from you."

~•~

3 months earlier

"I'm not fifteen years old anymore," George rolled his eyes.

"No, but you did have a crush on her when you were fifteen," Fred countered. "Now's your chance."

"I did not have a crush on her."

"Oh really?" Fred teased. "Is that why you were sneaking peeks at her every five seconds?"

"I was not sneaking... Look, I'll admit she's pretty... was pretty," George huffed. "But that didn't mean I wanted to go out with her. She's a Slytherin. Opposite of Gryffindor. Enemy of Gryffindor. In case you've forgotten."

Fred raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Hey, if you think you've lost your touch..."

"Yeah, you are a little out of practice these days," Lee grinned. "When was the last time you went out on a date? Three months?"

"Or is it six months?" Fred smirked.

"Oh shove off, the both of you," George muttered and headed for the door. "I'm going for a walk."

"Uh huh. A walk, you say," Lee teased.

"Hey! Don't forget to say hello to our new neighbor for me," Fred yelled as his twin stomped away.

~•~

'How did they remember that stupid little crush?' George wondered, slamming the door behind him.

Hell, how did they even notice? He'd never said anything. To anyone. Not even Fred.

George sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. He should've known. Of course, Fred had noticed.

And remembered.

And now that Y/N had opened up an apothecary next door to the joke shop, Fred dove in for the kill. Because that's what Fred did.

~•~

George wandered around the new apothecary in awe. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. Gone were the barrels of oozing slime. Gone was the smell of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Instead, the once horrid miasma was replaced with the scent of mint and fresh flowers. Everything sparkled and gleamed as if it were brand new.

"Hi," said a soft voice behind him. "Can I help you find something?"

"Oh, um, hi," George fumbled. "I was, uh, just taking a look around. New shop and all," he turned in a slow circle. "It's loads different than the last apothecary. Brighter. Cleaner. Not a dungheap."

"Oh good," she nodded, the corners of her lips quirking up. "Not a dungheap was the exact aesthetic I was going for."

"Wait, I didn't mean ‐ " George whirled around to face her, his ears burning red hot. "I just meant that you've worked wonders. I can see my reflection in the chair cushions."

Y/N burst out laughing, sending an uncertain smile, along with a new wave of heat across his face. "You can see your reflection in the chair cushions? I'll take that as a compliment. Especially coming from the illustrious George Weasley."

George's jaw dropped. "You know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are," she grinned. "Doesn't every ‐ "

" 'Scuse me miss," an elderly gentleman interrupted, tapping Y/N on the shoulder. "Could you tell me where to find the Horklump juice?"

"Of course, sir. Right this way," she said, then turned back to George. "If you need help with anything, just let me know."

The redhead watched Y/N as she disappeared around the corner, his mind tumbling back to his school days when a person was defined by their House, and the very idea of a Gryffindor dating a Slytherin was downright sacrilege.

Now, it didn't matter. Well, not as much. Things were changing. Albeit slowly. Yet, they were changing.

But more to the point...

She knew who he was.

George.

Not one of the Weasley twins.

Not Gred or Forge.

George.

She knew him.

~•~

"You're still here!" Y/N smiled, looking genuinely surprised. "I would've thought you'd be long gone by now."

Normally, he would have, being nearly an hour before she made her way back over to him. But she changed all that the moment she called him by his name. He was hooked now. "Decided to do a little bit of shopping," he said with a non-chalant shrug. "I noticed you have a few rare items." He held up a large sachet of Winterweed.

"Ah, Winterweed," Y/N nodded. "One of my most popular and hard to keep in stock items. It's because their growing time is so long. It takes two years for them to reach full maturity," she explained. "Not to mention, to achieve full potency, they must be harvested in the three days surrounding the winter solstice."

"Huh," George looked thoughtful. "I knew about the first part, but not the second."

"Most people don't, and too many producers take advantage of that and sell sub-par products at premium prices," she shook her head and opened up the sachet, pulling out a small vine. "See this vein running through the middle?"

George nodded, peering down at the little herb.

"It should be a bright neon blue. If it's white or pale blue, it was picked too early. If it's purple, it was picked too late."

"Wow, thanks," George marveled, uncertain whether he was more mesmerized by the unrestrained passion in her voice or the bright sparkle dancing in her eyes when she talked about something she so obviously loved.

"Of course," she smiled. "Is there anything else I can help you with before I ring you up?"

"How 'bout dinner?" he blurted out.

"Dinner?" Y/N froze, her eyes staring unblinking into his for a few long moments. "Did you just ask me out?"

"Y-yeah," George stammered. "I did."

She scrutinized him for a few seconds longer. "Why?"

The younger twin was taken aback. "Why?"

"Yeah. Why do you want to go out with me?"

"Because you... um... because you knew me. You knew I'm George. Not Fred. That doesn't happen often. Actually, that really doesn't happen at all. Not on the first meeting anyway."

"Oh," Y/N blinked. "Well, ok, then." A shy smile crossed her face. "Dinner sounds great."

~•~

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[ch3rryfunk]

If you feel comfortable, would you mind doing a Leon x reader where reader had a shuit birthday, is crying and he comforts them?? I just had a horrid birthday

I’m so sorry you had a bad day love. I hope you feel better soon! My dms are always open if you wanna chat<3

☆*:.｡.

When Leon came back home, he didn’t expect to find you curled up in your bed and crying your eyes out. He had just gotten off work, earlier than usual just for you. It was your birthday, and he wanted to surprise you by coming home early.

“Bad” would be an understatement, you had a dreadful day. Even though you knew Leon wouldn’t be home, you still tried to plan something for yourself. Unfortunately, not only did that not work out but it seemed like everyone else forgot about you. You were on edge the whole day, avoiding the need to cry, but that only made it worse. It didn’t use to be this way. Where is everyone now?

You didn’t even notice his presence until he pulled you into his arms. He was so gentle with you, making sure you were comfortable before he even started speaking.

“Hey, sweetheart,” He softly says, growing more worried by the second. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, I just,” Your breath hitches as you close your eyes to stop the incoming tears. “I hate this, Leon. I hate this so much. I just had a really, really bad day.”

You pressed your head onto his chest. Leon hated seeing you like this, he knew you sometimes struggled and how it affected you. He was so thankful he’d been able to come home early, he couldn’t bear to think about you being alone in a situation like this.

“It’s supposed to be my happy day.”

Leon knew a thing or two about shit birthdays. His weren’t always pleasant, at least not until you came into his life. He knew exactly how you were feeling.

He nods painfully. In a way, it reminded him of what he felt when no one was there for him, when no one cared to celebrate with him. It felt awful.

“I’m here.”

You stopped crying after a few minutes, his embrace was enough to calm you down. Listening to his heartbeat felt therapeutic, it really did help you.

“Breathe, my love. Take a deep breath.” He says, wiping your remaining tears away. You nod, taking your time to inhale and exhale. “There you go. Everything is gonna be okay.”

“I-I’m sorry Leon, I didn’t think you’d come home this early.”

“No, I’m sorry. I know I’m late. I wanted to get the day off, but all I got was an early dismissal. Just glad I made it back in time.”

“It’s alright. I appreciate that. I just want to forget about this. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

He intertwined your hands, giving you a gentle smile. “Well, I got some cake on the way here, we can have some if you’re up for it. Then you can open your presents.”

“Presents?”

Leon nods, “That’s right. Come on, it’s still your day after all. Got the whole night planned out for you.”

He loved watching your eyes light up, especially after a rough patch. He hoped he could at least make you feel a bit better, and indeed he did. You were his priority. He loved you more than anything in the world, and nothing or no one would ever make him let you down.

☆*:.｡.

I truly hope you feel better hon, I still wish you happy birthday! I’m sorry if this is too short! xx

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[katherines-imagines]

Heartless Part 1

pairing: ao’nung x reader

warnings: angst, sad, crap writing

“I can’t believe you!”

The boy was looking down as you yelled at him.

You had just found out that Ao’nung had left Lo’ak outside the reef. Alone.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. From the moment you had gotten here, Ao’nung has always been nice to you.

Of course, you knew he wasn’t exactly the nicest to your siblings, but he had always been tolerable to them when you were around.

Yet, now you were hearing that the sweet boy who had gotten you pearls, the boy who had picked pretty shells for you, was the same boy who had almost gotten your brother killed.

As you were yelling at Ao’nung for being irresponsible and stupid, Ao’nung’s head hung low, his ears tucked back, face filled with shame.

To be honest, he didn’t know why he had done such a stupid thing. He was just so embarrassed and upset when Lo’ak had punched him in front of Y/n, that he had done something so incredibly stupid.

Blinded by his rage, he hadn’t even stopped for a second to think about the repercussions, and when he had gotten back, he had finally realized how idiotic his plan was.

“Gosh how could you do such a horrid thing? Have you no heart,” you asked in disbelief.

He stayed quiet as you continued your rant.

“Are you even sorry,” you questioned with a harsh glare.

Before he could answer, you scoffed with your head down, and mumbled, “I can’t believe I ever liked someone like you.”

He could hear his heart crack just a bit, and he had finally looked up.

You were staring at the ground, lip quivering and it’s your fists balled.

“I don’t want you to ever go near me again,” you whispered quietly, that Ao’nung was sure he misheard you. First crack.

“W-what?”

You finally looked up at him, and glared.

“Stay away from me. I don’t want to be near someone as incredibly awful as you,” you spat out. Second crack.

As you turned around to walk away, Ap’nung grabbed your hand so you couldn’t leave.

“Wait, Y/n, please I’m sorry,” he pleaded.

But his begging fell deaf to your ear as you harshly shook his hand off.

As he tried to grab your hand again, you spun around fast enough for him to fall back.

“Don’t you get it? Lo’ak could have been hurt. I know, that you don’t care because you’re incredibly selfish, but my brother could have been seriously hurt. I don’t want ti be near someone who doesn’t have a heart. I don’t want to be near someone who’s heartless.”

His heart finally cracked in two when he saw a tear trail down her cheek.

“I’m so sorry-“ Ao’nung began, but the girl shook her head, tears falling as she laughed in disbelief.

“I doubt it. Just stay away from me,” she finished and finally, she has left.

Ao’nung had done it. He had finally driven away the girl he cared about.

Even after he had teased them about their swimming, she had forgiven him. After teasing them about their tails, she forgave. Even after teasing her sister, and getting in a fight with her brothers, her kind heart still forgave.

But he has pushed too far. The final straw had broken.

And that was when his tears had fallen.

For the first time that night, he had cried and cried as he never had before.

The girl whom he loved, found him heartless.

And there was nothing he could do.

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A/N: This was based on my headcannons for Ao’nung. I’m doing the next part tomorrow, I believe. Hope you guys enjoyed a bit of angst today :(

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[r0zeclawz]

look out for horrid golden snare like an awful smelly blizzard youll be sorry if ye dare mess with my man the piss wizard!!!

#wizardposting #found this bad boy in gifcities

[thecuriousquest]

Hear me out can you please do a yandere hitoshi and monoma and izuku a Yui komori( she's from the game diabolik lovers) darling that is still traumatized even after escaping the sakamaki makami brothers

But she still a sweet and kind person

But one day they come home and they can't find her anywhere and thinking she escaped but soon found her in a closet shaking and crying because of a nightmare of one of the brothers finding her and using her as a bloodbag again

And when they managed to calm her down she tells them about her trauma and past and even though they kidnapped her she still loves them and feel safe around them that's why she never fought back because why would she fight back against someone that treats her nicely and loves her

And they decide to help her with her trauma like going shopping with her or doing some of the hobby she likes and maybe letting her outside or just spending time together

Sorry if this is too detailed or it's too much

In Need of a Hero Part One

Writing this in three separate versions is going to be a lot for one post, so I went ahead and only wrote for Hitoshi.

Tag List: @issamomma

Yandere Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, past trauma, nightmares, violence

Checkout my Master List here.

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You’ve escaped from the horrid clutches of the Sakamaki Makami brothers. They beat you, held you captive for your blood. You wanted nothing more than to start your own life again, only to be brought back into the life of a prisoner by a man with violet hair.

However, he is different. He tells you he loves you, and he means it. He shows it to you every day. He feeds you, clothes you, bathes you. He treats you with kindness that you have never known.

One day, while he’s out, you wake up from a gruesome nightmare. You hang from a rope like a dead fish, the life slowly being drained out of you as the brothers cut at your skin for more blood. The scarlet liquid dripping down your arms and thighs. Crying out for safety as you wake up, you see your only refuge: the closet.

Crawling into the empty space save for some clothes, you shut the doors softly. Curling up in the corner, you hug your knees to your chest and force your breaths to become shallow.

Hitoshi comes home. You’re nowhere to be found. Dropping the contents of his coffee mug, he rushes around the house trying to find you. “Y/N!” He calls out to you, but you’re too scared to answer. In fact, you place a hand over your mouth to make sure that you can’t be heard.

Finally, the closet doors open, and Hitoshi looks angry at first. You brace yourself for a violent strike to your face, for a knife wound to the body. It’s what you’re used to. However, his expression softens once he takes in how scared you are, once he realizes your face is coated with tears.

“Y/N.” This time, his tone is soaked with pity. He helps you up and walks over to the bed with you. He puts you on his lap, holding you closely. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You shake your head and hide your eyes in the crook of his neck. Hitoshi doesn’t mind. He rubs your back to calm you. Once your tears are dry, he tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Are you upset because you had another nightmare?”

It makes your tummy stir with butterflies because he knows you so well. You like how much he pays attention to you, to what upsets you. You fiddle with your fingers as you answer him. “Yes, Hitoshi. I’m sorry I hid in the closet. I know you don’t like it. It’s just…the closet makes me feel safe.”

“Can you tell me what your nightmare was about this time? I know you don’t like to talk about it, but it might help you feel better. I’ll always be here for you.”

Your eyes begin to water again from his kindness. He’s such a sweetheart! Taking a deep breath, you begin to relive your past to him. “I was taken by a clan, the Sakamaki Makami brothers. They hurt me so badly. They starved me, beat me, used me as a blood bag. It was awful.” You clutch Hitoshi’s shirt for comfort. “I know this isn’t exactly a conventional situation, but you make me feel so safe. I don’t want to leave here, Hitoshi. I mean, you treat me so nicely. I love you. I don’t want to fight you, ever. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

Hitoshi looks at you like he doesn’t know what to say.

“You’re my hero, Hitoshi. I love you so much.”

Despite your tears, you give him a soft kiss on the lips. He tastes the salt, but he doesn’t care. Hitoshi holds you closely and returns the kiss after his shock wears off. He never knew you felt like this. He always thought your compliance was just because you were afraid of him. Now that he knows you’re not scared of him, he is going to do everything in his power to help you through your trauma.

In fact, he does just that later on in the evening after trying to come up with a plan. He reads on the computer about art therapy and how the sun can have positive influences on people. What better way to help you than to combine the two? He takes you to the hobby store, buying you paints, pastels, ink, canvases, basically the entire art section of the store. You giggle as he doesn’t even bother looking at prices. He just throws whatever he thinks you’ll need in the cart, the cart that is stacked very high. You like how he’s taking charge of the situation even though you don’t really know what he has planned.

The next day, when the sun is shining brightly in the afternoon, he puts sunscreen on you, and you know what that means. OUTSIDE TIME!!! You walk into the garden with him and find all of the art supplies set out for you to use. Beyond excited, you rush over to the easel and pick up a brush. You look at him for permission, and he smiles, giving you a nod to go ahead and have fun.

Hitoshi sits down on the bench and watches you with your tongue out as you concentrate. He can’t wait to hang it up for you in the house. Hitoshi just silently hopes that this will help you feel better.

As he sits there on the bench, he comes up with a plan to go after the clan who hurt you so badly. He makes a list of all the pro heroes he can contact in order to take them down, cut out the cancer if you will. He smiles just thinking about how he’ll drain them of their blood so that they know exactly how it feels. He’ll hurt them for you because he loves you.

That’s what good boyfriends are for, right?

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #mha hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere hitoshi shinso #yandere hitoshi shinso x reader #diabolik lovers

[koneko-pi]

A stand-alone fic I wanted to write today. I want to do more of these story-like chapters outside of asks.

Comfort Zone

Summary: Little things can pile on to make simple days awful. And when such a day takes place, Fuegoleon is there to comfort you.

Fuegoleon x gender neutral S/O

Comfort fic

1000+ wordcount

You did not consider yourself a weak person; physically or mentally. You were a magic knight, you had strong magic to protect yourself, good friends and a loving boyfriend who was always in your mind and heart. And you knew the same was for him.

So most days were mundane but perfectly normal. You woke up, ate breakfast with your squad, finished that day's work, met up with Fuegoleon when you could, then ate dinner to finish off the day before going to bed and repeating the same process all over again. It was all the same aside from your work occasionally changing, what between paperwork and dungeon exploring.

But today was different. You knew the moment you woke up that something was off, as if you had "woken up on the wrong side of the bed", so to speak. You did your best to not let that get to you, you wanted the day to start right-

But as you went about your business, things just seemed to keep piling on. A squad mate became sick, so your workload was suddenly doubled. You stumbled and dropped a load of paperwork all over the floor in front of Marx. And while he offered to help, it was still unbelievably embarrassing that it happened at all. You missed an appointment, dealt with rude Nobles, missed your lunch break-

The list seemed to go on and on. And while it was all little things, they just kept piling on and slowly throughout the day you became more and more bitter, which just continued to frustrate you and drag down your efforts, and it all turned into a vicious cycle.

Until finally at the end of the day you were walking home in the dark, along the streets of clover kingdom, with a deep scowl, burning eyes and no energy. You wanted, so badly, to just find some kind of junk food and curl up on your couch. While nothing detrimental had happened that day you were still disappointed in yourself that nothing had seemed to go right. And just looking back on it all, and the potential ways you could have fixed things, had you not been so worked up in the moment… well it made you nearly cry right then and there.

You were quickly swiping at your achy eyes as you rounded a corner when you felt yourself bump into someone-

"Ah-!"

And heard the unmistakable sound of something being dropped on the floor.

Your whole chest tightened up and you felt your fists clench.

'One more thing…' you thought bitterly to yourself. And you were so close to getting home.

You forced your face to remain composed as you looked up to whoever had the unfortunate luck to come across you that evening.

And your eyes would widen. "Fuego…leon..?"

You were stunned. The man was standing there looking surprised himself. "Uh-" and even speechless? It was just you.

A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes and he was quickly bending down. "I'm sorry-"

You followed his movements to see he had dropped some kind of box, its lid had popped off and something was scattered across the stone pavements….

Your heart clenched even tighter.

It was food. It was a box of dinner, no doubt one that he had been intending to bring to your home, as you had made date plans with him for tonight.

And because of your horrid day… you had completely forgotten…

Your eyes began to burn again.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Fuegoleon quickly closed the lid and picked up the dinner box. It was an unfortunate waste of food but now some lucky alley cats will be well fed this evening. "You were running late and I thought maybe-" he cut himself off when he noticed your hands had balled up into trembling fists. His purple eyes quickly snapped up to your face, worried he may have hurt you somehow but…

Your face was locked down to his chest, as if you couldn't look him in the eye, which was unusual for you. Your jaw was clenched, your mouth set into a clean line as you used all your effort to control the muscles of your face. But what struck out to him the most was the watery sheen that had built up in your eyes.

Oh…

He didn't say anything, knowing you well enough that you would not like this to be the time or the place for him to pepper you with questions. So instead he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, where you immediately pressed into him, and he steered you the rest of the rest home.

Once inside he discarded his box on the counter, discreetly, so you weren't reminded of it. Then he led you to your room where he sat you down on the bed. Your eyes had built up their tears and you still refused to look up at him. All your efforts were focusing on trying not to cry.

Fuegoleon took your hands and squeezed them gently, which jolted you back into the moment. He called your name a few times but when you didn't look up he crouched down to your level.

"My dear…" he said it softly, and gently, and with nothing but concern in his eyes.

He was a strong and dependable man. Broad shoulders to carry heavy weights, warm hands to help those in need and a big heart that was filled with so much bravery.

Everyday you felt lucky that this man was yours; he loved you, those eyes looked only to you in such a way. Sometimes you couldn't believe you had snagged the Fuegoleon Vermillion as your lover. But today you felt like you didn't deserve him at all.

All of the pent of emotion from your day came crashing down and you started to sob. With your breath catching you closed your eyes to finally push the tears out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

You felt a warm palm come to touch your cheek and you grabbed hold of it, clinging to it for comfort. And it would come, with warm arms wrapping around you as Fuegoleon pulled himself up to sit next to you.

You held onto him; tired, embarrassed and feeling awful over everything that day. You just wanted to sit there and cling to him.

He was silent and patient until you were ready. Holding you close while gently rubbing your hands or arm in small comforting gestures.

Soon your sniffling would come to a stop and you pulled yourself up into a more dignified pose, once again rubbing the tears from your eyes. There was a small amount of shame lingering because he had seen you in such a state at all…

"I'm sorry…" you apologized once you were confident in your voice.

"What for?" He asked, confusion was obvious in his tone.

"For…" you made a gesture between the two of you. "This. Breaking down and… everything else…"

Fuegoleon let out a soft sigh. "My love…" he took your hand and squeezed it again. "You are allowed to cry, whatever the reason."

You smiled a little. His words were short, but his loving and confident tone is what affected you the most. The man could have given the shortest speech in the world and still be capable of moving people.

"Ok…"

"If you'd like to talk about it, I'm also here to listen"

"Maybe another time… but thank you." Finally you looked up at him, with a nervous smile gracing your lips.

His expression softened. "You do not need to thank me for such things. It's simply the truth."

Your heart swelled with new, more positive, emotions. You rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh, like you were expelling all of that day's experiences out of your body.

"I am sorry about dinner…"

"It's alright. I will treat you to a better breakfast."

"Breakfast?" You leaned back. "Do you have time?" The man was always busy, he took his work very seriously and it was hard to get real dates scheduled with him.

"I happen to have the day off tomorrow." He looked a little proud of himself. "I was going to surprise you with that good news."

"So… I get the whole day with you tomorrow?" Your body was feeling energized with excitement.

"If you would like." He looked just as excited in his own Fuegoleon way. His perfectly composed body but his chest was puffing up just a little more than usual.

"Of course!" You happily hugged him. And with your sudden elated mood… "Would you like to stay the night, too?"

"This evening?"

"Yes, please."

"How could I say No?"

Fuegoleon was always one of the best ways to brighten your moods. You slept soundly that night.

#black clover #fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon #black clover x reader #fuegoleon x reader #black clover fanfic #black clover fluff #fuegoleon x y/n

[eleanor-bradstreet]

A Brother's Love: Curiosity

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton Rated: G, angst over grief/loss Word Count: 2.5k GIF by @dailybridgerton Masterpost

Summary: Benedict talks to Colin on the night of their father's funeral.

Aubrey Hall had never been so quiet, not in Benedict’s memory. The family were all scattered throughout the house wherever they preferred to be, taking their dinner separately. He was only in the company of Anthony, the two of them sitting in their father’s study, ignoring their food and partaking instead from the brandy decanter. 

They had buried their father hours earlier, and there really wasn’t anything either of them wanted to say. While they’d never admit it to each other, they also didn’t want to be alone. So they sat in silence, mindlessly swirling glass after glass of liquor and staring about the room, into the flames of the fireplace, or up at the shadows it cast across the ceiling, but mostly at the portrait of Edmund that looked down at them both.

The hours of wordlessness were eventually broken by an eerie sound. An angry but high pitched wail, like a tiny banshee, started in a distant corner of the house and then grew steadily louder as it approached the study door. The brothers looked at each other in alarm and stood as a knock announced the arrival of whatever it was. Anthony bid them to enter and the door swung open to reveal Eloise, red faced and grimacing, her hands balled into tiny fists as she stomped into the room, crying angrily. Behind her, frowning and bowing in apology was the governess, Miss Peters, ushering her forward.

“I’m terribly sorry my lord,” Miss Peters looked to Anthony. “I tried to take everything in hand myself, but…”

“What happened?” Benedict asked, kneeling directly to Eloise as he took her by the arms. He hoped she wouldn’t smell the alcohol on him, but even if she did, he supposed she wouldn’t know what it was.

“Colin is horrid!” Eloise shouted, her face growing redder, hot tears cascading down it.

“What did he do?” Anthony too looked to Eloise for explanation. 

“I never want to see him again!” Eloise continued to shriek. “He said awful things. I hope he never comes back!”

“Miss Peters?” Anthony now looked at her in alarm. “What happened? Where is Colin?”

“I’m sorry my lord,” she apologized again. “The two of them were upstairs and I was coming to put them to bed. They were in a row, I don’t know what was said. But Miss Eloise struck Master Colin quite hard and then he took off running. I sent a footman to look for him but he isn’t anywhere we’d expect him to be.” 

Anthony’s eyes grew wide.

“I came to tell you immediately because of last time, you see.” Miss Peters looked down defeatedly.

“Dammit,” Anthony raked a hand through his hair, then leveled his eyes at his sister. “Eloise, where did Colin go?” he all but growled. There was something different about him, Benedict realized, an impatient intensity that he hadn’t seen before. 

“Down the east corridor. I don’t know where he is and I don’t care!” Eloise remained defiant, jutting her chin into the air. Her crying had died down to exasperated little hiccups. 

Benedict felt a wave of relief and looked up at his brother, “Don’t worry Anthony,” he held up a hand before the viscount started shouting, “I have a fair idea where he might be.”

Anthony bit back whatever he was about to say, but still responded through gritted teeth. “Then you had better go and find him or else we’ll have to start a search.”

Benedict nodded reassuringly, then turned back to Eloise, who was sniffling. “Eloise,” he kept his voice calm, “what did Colin say?”

Her eyes began to dart. “I said…I said…I said that Papa was like Snow White. Because we put him in a coffin in the forest.” 

Miss Peters’ hands flew to her mouth and Anthony turned his back, walking to the far corner of the room. Benedict’s head swam. That he was even having this conversation was surreal.

Eloise continued, halting her words nervously. “And then I said…maybe…maybe if Mama kissed him…like the prince…then he would wake up again.”

Benedict swallowed and stared at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. Eloise took a deep breath, her fury returning. “And then Colin shouted at me, and told me I was stupid, and that Papa is dead and never coming back.” Her whole frame started to shake, new tears wetting her cheeks. “He said I would never see Papa again!” She stomped her foot against the rug, scrunching up her whole face in a look of defiance, rather than despair. This was Eloise, she was a creature of will, not of sentiment.

Benedict could hear muffled whimpers from Miss Peters, and absolute silence from the corner where Anthony stood. At last, he met his sister's eyes. She searched his face, imploring him for some acknowledgement. He didn’t know how to have this conversation, and he especially didn’t know how to have it while inebriated. So, he pivoted.

“And then you struck him?”

“Yes!” She squeaked, a flash of pride in her eyes.

Benedict couldn’t hide a small grin. “Eloise, you know you shouldn’t hit your brother.” He took one of her tiny hands in his and squeezed it to make his point. “You shouldn’t hit anyone.”

Her fire receded a bit and her voice grew soft. “I know.” Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and her head was on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

Benedict patted her on the back, “You don’t need to apologize to me, you need to apologize to Colin. And I must find him for you to do so.” He pulled her away and looked at her intently. “Off to bed with you, and we will all meet in the morning.”

She pouted at him, “But he was so mean.”

Benedict let out a shuddering breath, thinking to himself that while his words may have been cruel, Colin had been correct. Though he couldn’t tell Eloise that. “I suppose he was,” he took her hands in his again. “So you will both apologize to each other, alright?”

Her face twisted in confusion, but she nodded at him, clearly tired from her outburst. He guided her back to Miss Peters who led her out of the room and back upstairs.

“So where is he?” Anthony asked quietly. Benedict turned to see him, still angled away with his hands on his hips, casting sideways glances at the fire.

“I’ll get him Anthony, you needn’t concern yourself.” He didn’t want to add more to his brother’s shoulders, it was true. But he also didn’t want him to know about the secret hiding place where he suspected Colin to be. It was a spot only he and his younger brother had discovered, as far as he was aware.

Anthony was flexing his jaw and shifting his weight from foot to foot, the firelight betraying that tears were shining in his eyes. He gave Benedict a wordless nod, but in the gesture there was a thank you, a trust, an understanding.

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Colin was indeed in the secret hiding spot where Benedict had expected to find him. It was outside the windows of the second floor’s east corridor. At some point in his youth, he had discovered that if you climbed out one of three given windows, you would land on the roof of the portico over Aubrey Hall's front doors. So long as you stayed out of view of the windows, no one in the house could find you. It had served to shield him, at least temporarily, when he was up to no good, or hiding from the consequences of his bad behavior. Once Colin was old enough to join him as a partner in such endeavors, he had learned of the location as well.

Benedict opened one of the windows and leaned out to see the boy sitting on the corner edge of the portico, dangling his feet off the side. 

“Here you are,” he said softly, and then clambered over the sill to follow him, pulling the window nearly shut behind them to avoid detection.

Colin looked sharply over his shoulder and grumbled, “Anthony sent you out to find me?”

Benedict had to steady himself after his acrobatics, reminded that he was still impaired by brandy. Slowly, he walked over to join his brother. “He did. But I don’t plan on dragging you back to him. I just wanted to see that you were safe.” 

He sat down next to Colin and squinted through the dark. In the meager light that shone out from the hall windows behind them, he could see that the boy’s lip was swollen, with a dark gash of a bloody cut. He sighed. “Eloise’s aim is getting better. Are you alright?”

Colin sniffed defiantly, and sucked in his injured lip. “I’m fine,” he bit off.

“Do you want to talk?”

“No.” 

Benedict had rarely seen his brother so angry. Though he wasn’t going to fault anyone in his family for how they felt tonight. After scowling at him, Colin leaned rather too far out over his knees, staring down at the ground a story below them. A dread rose up inside the older brother, who interpreted precisely what his sibling was thinking. 

“If you jump down from this roof you’ll break an arm,” he cautioned.

Colin snapped around to face him, glaring. “I don’t care!” he shouted, “I’m going to run away and you can’t stop me!”

“Like last time?” Benedict hoped that by reminding the boy of his prior failed escape attempt, he would think better of his plans. 

Instead, Colin only seemed to grow bolder. “No,” he shook his head, glowering. “This time you won’t find me. No one will.”

If it were possible for Benedict to feel any more hollow than he already did, Colin’s intention to vanish certainly made him feel that way, whether or not there was any chance he would succeed.

“Would you come back to visit us at least?” It was a genuine question. While he was too tired to contemplate whether his small brother would actually run away and evade them all, if he managed to do so, Benedict couldn’t bear the thought of losing another family member. “We will miss you. Mother will miss you.” It was an appeal to his sensibilities, yes. But it was also the truth. He spoke more softly, “I will miss you.”

Colin stirred in the darkness, kicking his feet where they dangled in the air. He was quiet for several moments, the agitation seeming to melt out of his posture. At last he answered, quietly,  “You could come with me, I suppose. Just you.”

Benedict couldn’t hide a small grin. Perhaps he was not at imminent risk of needing to chase his brother across the English countryside. Not if he had earned the boy’s trust. He leaned back on his arms and looked off across the shadowy landscape. “Where will we go?”

Colin’s voice grew frustrated again. “I don’t know. I just…I just don’t want to be here anymore.” He picked up a small pebble from the rooftop and threw it angrily into the distance. Benedict couldn’t see his eyes very well in the darkness, but from the tone of his voice, he knew that he was holding back tears. An instinctual part of him wanted to reach out and hold his younger brother, but he thought better of it. When Colin needed comforting he always made it clear, and tonight he was not asking for comfort, he was asking to be heard. 

In honesty, Benedict understood precisely how he felt. While his heart was weighed down with an overwhelming sadness at everything that had transpired, there was an undeniable part of him that was angry. Angry at the injustice of it all. Angry that there was nothing he could do to improve the situation. Angry that there was nothing anyone had managed to do, other than sit around and be morose. “I understand,” he sighed. “I don’t particularly want to be here right now, either.” It was a relief to admit it aloud. 

Colin turned to him with a look of surprise. Benedict grinned back, happy that they had found a confidence to share between them. Perhaps together they could manage, eventually, to claw their way back to happiness. He raised a brow at his brother, “Shall we go to Spain? Cyprus?”

“How would we get that far?”

Benedict shrugged and stuck his nose in the air. “I think I have some rather useful skills. I know how to survive on the road.”

Colin scoffed at him. “You’ve never been on the road.”

Benedict frowned. “Well, neither have you. I’m older and smarter than you, at least.”

Colin ignored the jab. Time had toughened him against such remarks. “We would need a map,” he pointed out.

“Not necessarily.” Benedict shook his head. “We have the stars.”

Colin looked up at him quizzically. “The stars?”

“Of course.” Benedict’s brow furrowed. “What is that tutor teaching you?” He leaned toward his brother. “How do you think ships stay on course when all that a map will show them is a big blue ocean?” Colin only shrugged, eyes wide. Benedict continued, “The stars are fixed in the sky. Look there…” 

He began to point out every constellation he could recognize, aligning them all with the cardinal directions as he had learned in school, and as their father had instilled in his memory on nights like this when the sky was clear. Not so long ago, Edmund had stood on the balconies and lawns of Aubrey Hall, pointing out to young Anthony and Benedict the bears and archers, lions and ladles that dotted the sky over their grounds, telling them the stories of each character and how each one could help to point them home, if they should ever need. Now Benedict recounted everything he remembered to Colin. While somewhat cheekily claiming it would help guide him on an adventure, in truth he fervently hoped that the boy would use the same knowledge to always return to his family, if he ever found himself far away.

Colin was entranced, eagerly following Benedict’s hand as he illustrated the company of animals and heroes above them. Soon enough, they were lying on their backs on the portico roof, staring in awe at the expanse of the universe, the details of their sorrowful day temporarily forgotten. How long they laid there, Benedict wasn’t sure. It took a good deal of time to map out the entire sky. But by the time he had finished his tour of the stars, Colin was quiet beside him, looking dreamily up into the night, with the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Benedict?” he asked softly.

“Mmm?”

Colin turned his head to face him, the anger in his voice had been replaced with a sense of resolution. “Let’s wait a bit before we leave. I need to decide which way to go. East or south, or…” He trailed off, turning back to look at the brightest points above them. “Just be ready.”

Benedict smiled, knowing in his heart that Colin wasn’t going to go anywhere. Not anytime soon at least. “Very well. I’ll wait for you to give the word.”

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[savage-rhi]

Mending Shadows // Chapter 22

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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There was not a single word or sentence that could describe the full magnificence of Altissa, but if Y/N had to assign it something, it would be “heaven on Eos.” Surrounded by waterfalls, canals, and vast architecture that could make the most stoic of men stop in awe, the capitol of Accordo demonstrated a mighty grace that matched the sea god who allegedly slumbered nearby. Y/N recalled a time where friends mentioned traveling here, and how if they had the gil to return, they would’ve settled in Altissa. The thought nearly brought a tear to Y/N’s eye as they grinned in admiration. 

Y/N was so enraptured by the scenery, they nearly missed Ardyn beckoning them to stay close at his side after docking. Upon standing at his right, Y/N couldn’t help but notice his entire demeanor changed in an instant. The mask he was wearing this time around, was one of arrogance; but with the softened blow of a smile that demonstrated fealty. Dare say even his scourge felt off as Y/N captured a brief photograph of Ardyn’s feelings through their bond. 

Taking their eyes off of Ardyn, Y/N stared past the Imperial officials who went ahead of Ardyn, and met the fierce gaze of Accordo’s state leader: Madam Secretary Camelia Claustra. Her smile was both intimidating and full of warmth, contrasting with her experienced features. Her clothes, dull greys and blues further amplified her older grace. Y/N could tell she had been through much, but her poise and confidence hid whatever woes she had swimming under the surface. 

Ardyn had a talked a great deal about Camelia. It was one thing to hear about her no-nonsense energy, but another to be meeting it head on. Y/N felt it best not to say hello, and merely observe unless directed otherwise. This wasn’t a woman who liked to play games, nor did Y/N get the impression she could be won over with small talk. This had Y/N wonder what sort of trifling antics Ardyn was going to pull off, and they couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Y/N was no fool. Despite Ardyn holding a reserved warmth for them, they knew he didn’t show compassion to most. It was one of the few misgivings they harbored toward him. 

“Chancellor Izunia, warmest of welcomes.” Camelia stated with pride, giving a bow with her head to which Ardyn returned in favor with a formal bend and a tip of his hat. 

“The honor is mine, dear Madam Secretary.” Ardyn smirked as he returned to form. He held out his arms for emphasis. “Might I compliment your radiance? It’s unfortunately not something my eyes are used to back home among the council of men with one foot in the grave!” 

“Spare me the pleasantry, Chancellor. There is much preparation to be had for the betrothal ceremony, and your fleet arrived two days late.” 

“I assure you, the extra precaution on our end was worth the wait. The empire cannot afford to doddle when it comes to security. You know that better than most with the recent assassination attempt on your head! I do hope your psyche has been seen to after such a horrid experience!” Ardyn oozed with false affection. The glint in his eyes further lit up when he saw Camelia’s throat tense as she held back what was no doubt an onslaught of profanities that wanted to creep past her lips. 

“I may not have fought on the field, Chancellor, but I’ve had my share of battles that come with the task of keeping the people of Accordo safe. I appreciate the concern nevertheless.” 

“But of course!” Ardyn nodded, his cadence lathered with impish elegance. “I do hope my concerns didn’t drudge up ill feelings?” 

“None at all.” 

Y/N had a feeling if Camelia didn’t have an audience, she would’ve ripped Ardyn a new one for the not so subtle jab. Nevertheless, they were surprised at how she had no fear calling Ardyn out on his bluff right out the gate. He didn’t seem bothered by it, and in fact chuckled amusingly. 

“Your ambition is inspiring to us all in the realm of politics,” Ardyn complimented. He let out a sigh, and gestured for some of the Imperial soldiers near to begin gathering belongings off the airship. Once settled, he followed Camelia’s lead and began to walk at her side then subtly gestured to Y/N to stand behind him out of protocol. 

It was once the group were off the docks and walking on land, did Camelia speak up. 

“I do hope the accommodations my men are providing will suffice, Chancellor.” 

“I don’t see why not,” Ardyn smiled. “Each time myself or a member of council have visited your land, we’ve been greeted with nothing but the best!” 

“Speaking of visiting,” Camelia began. “How is your Emperor fairing these days? It’s been almost five years now since he’s witnessed Altissa’s splendor.” 

“Ah,” Ardyn furrowed his brows, feigning a frown. “The poor man could use such a tranquil place to rest. The war has been unforgiving as you can imagine, yet we prevail! Speaking of, we have much to discuss about Lucis and future plans that Accordo should be in alignment with. I trust you have carved out time for conversation?” 

“Of course,” Camelia stated. “Keeping our alliance stable is our highest priority. This wedding I hope will quell tension among my citizens who have been critical of our partnership.” 

Although she had much conviction in her voice, there was a sadness to Camelia’s features as she finished her sentence that Y/N honed in on. It seemed she was crushed at the fact rebellion wouldn’t bear fruit. Not when Niflheim was keen on keeping people compliant with their goals. Y/N had mixed feelings. Though they were acting as a poster child for the empire, they didn’t like how shackled they made folks like Madam Secretary feel. 

Y/N realized they must’ve been staring for too long, for Camelia and the rest of the entourage stopped. They swallowed as Camelia eyed them with scrutiny, and gestured after giving a slight huff. 

“A pardon Chancellor, but who is this young thing following your side like a hound to a trail?” The jest had the group of Imperial officials and Accordo envoy’s chuckle. 

“Oh dear, I’ve forgotten my manners!” Ardyn exclaimed. He shot a quick glare at Camelia, noticing how she savored the look of surprise he held seconds ago. He cleared his throat, and ever the cordial gentleman, gestured to Y/N with high regard. 

“Madam Secretary, may I have the privilege to introduce Y/N Y/L/N, a new Imperial Icon of Niflheim. They are my guest of honor, and have kindly volunteered to aid me with matters involving the betrothal ceremony.” 

Y/N wasn’t sure how to address one such as Camelia formally. This was something that Ardyn neglected to go over with them. Feeling the scourge rise in their chest, Y/N went with their first instinct without thinking, and Ardyn held in his breath. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N said with a smile, presenting their hand out to Camelia. The older woman seemed taken aback at first, but even with the gasps coming from the Imperials and Envoys, she reached out for Y/N’s palm and took it into her own, giving a strong shake. 

“I don’t believe I’ve ever had an Imperial greet me in this fashion.” Camelia smirked with amusement. Her eyes lit up in a manner that hadn’t been seen in a while. “You don’t strike me as a typical sort.” 

“Forgive me,” Y/N laughed nervously, all the while trying their hardest to avoid Ardyn’s gaze. “I’m still getting my bearings.” 

“Y/N is a former Lucian,” Ardyn cleared his throat, redirecting the conversation so as to not have Y/N potentially drag themself into a pit. “They had suffered much under their own country, and Niflheim has taken them in with open arms.” 

“Oh yes,” Camelia said. Her demeanor seemed to shift as she let go of Y/N’s hand and regarded Y/N in a manner that suggested she felt pity for them if anything. “I’ve heard a great deal about you through word of mouth, the Lucian who abandoned everything.” 

“It was not an easy situation,” Y/N stated, trying to ground themself. “Niflheim, and Chancellor Izunia have been generous to me. I owe Chancellor Izunia a great deal, and I look forward to helping him ensure this wedding goes through without a hitch.” 

“How noble of you.” Camelia murmured.

For Y/N, it was hard to tell if Camelia felt disdain toward them or further pity. Probably a mix of both. Y/N imagined Camelia probably thought they were out of their mind for throwing allegiance to the empire, based on what Ardyn told them in the past about her history with Niflheim. 

“Chancellor,” Camelia spoke up.

“Madam Secretary?” 

“I’ve enjoyed meeting your companion, alas we have matters of privacy to discuss in the House of the Courts. If there is anything you’d like to disclose to your ally before we proceed, I’d suggest doing so now.” 

“Pardon me for a second!” Ardyn grinned. He motioned for Y/N to follow as he led them both away from the main group. He waited until the eyes and ears of the gang were off himself and Y/N before whispering. 

“You alright?” 

“Mostly,” Y/N murmured, wincing at themself. “I can’t believe I screwed up formality. A handshake? What the hell was I thinking?” 

“On the contrary, I think you made a good first impression.” Ardyn mused. He gestured with his chin over to Camelia, motioning for Y/N to briefly look upon her. “Trust my word, Madam Secretary isn’t one to return a favor in kind if she doesn’t care for the company.” 

“Can I count on your personal experience to vouch for that?” Y/N snorted, seeing the raised brow Ardyn gave before further explaining. “You both seem to have it out for each other.” 

Ardyn snickered. “Hate and admiration go hand in hand in politics. We both enjoy reminding the other of that. Regardless, your little stumble didn’t damage either of our respective reputations. I wouldn’t fret.” 

Y/N sighed in relief, turning their attention back to Ardyn in full. “So what happens now?” 

“Well,” Ardyn paused as he looked around, then settled his eyes on Loqui and Tuti from afar. He watched them assist with unpacking belongings from the airship, and gestured toward them. “Lieutenant Tummelt and Tuti will escort you to our lodging. From there, you’ll meet up with Ms. D’Bhara and her fellow socialites for an afternoon tour of the capitol. They’re expecting you for a luncheon after you become acquainted with your place of stay.” 

“And here I thought I was going to have to jump through hoops in order to meet her.” Y/N said in surprise. 

“I may have pulled some strings to get the ball rolling. Alas, I’m counting on you to find out what you can about the tomb.” 

“What if she doesn’t tell me anything?” Y/N furrowed their brows worriedly. 

“Even if the pair of you don’t become bosom companions, I’m sure she’ll let something slip.” Ardyn shrugged. “You’ll come to find that the rich and powerful, regardless of alleigence to country, love nothing more than to yak. Take it from someone who plays the game himself.” 

Y/N did a poor job suppressing a giggle at Ardyn’s last remark. They both smiled at each other fondly, only to be interrupted by a small and plump man who approached and cleared his throat rather loud. 

“Yes?” Ardyn irritably sighed. 

“A pardon sir,” The man chirped. “The group is wondering if you’re close to wrapping things up?” 

“One moment,” Ardyn held up a finger for emphasis before he gestured at the man to give Y/N and he some space. Once that was sorted, did he give his attention to Y/N. “I more than likely won’t see you until tomorrow. In the meantime, stay near Tuti and Lieutenant Tummelt, and don’t go outside of the capitol unless instructed otherwise.” 

“At the rate you’re going with precaution, you’d give a mother goose a run for its gil.” 

As much as Ardyn enjoyed the quip, and the soft giggle Y/N made, he remained firm. 

“I’m being serious. I want you to stay safe. Although Accordo is an ally of ours, we need to be careful.”

“The same thing applies to yourself. I know you seem to enjoy rattling Camelia’s cage, but don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Y/N urged. 

“You’re afraid on my behalf? How quaint.” 

“I’m being courteous!” 

“Y/N, promise me…”

“Alright,” Y/N murmured, sensing he was in no mood for further jest. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid.” 

Despite the reassurance, the look of disbelief Ardyn gave them had Y/N roll their eyes.

“I won’t do anything stupid within reason.” 

“That’s the spirit.” Ardyn grinned. He took Y/N’s right hand into his own, and bowed his forehead to their knuckles out of respect. “I’ll call on you later.” 

He let go and offered one final glance of acknowledgement before the mask went back on. The dare say compassionate Ardyn was replaced by the mischievous Chancellor once again. Y/N watched as this character came out in full swing while Ardyn graced his presence to the group, and then they were off. 

Y/N didn’t take their eyes off of Ardyn, not until he and the rest of the officials became specks in the distance. They swallowed, and felt a pain of sadness grow in their chest. It bloomed like a syelleblossom losing it’s petals before it’s prime. 

Gods be damned… Y/N shook their head. The scourge fed the sentiment further. Y/N decided to redirect their emotions by forcing their feet to move them toward Loqui and Tuti’s location. 

An hour later, and Y/N found themself in the lodging Ardyn and they would be staying at. For what was supposed to be a hotel room, it was quite vast and built like a small one story house with two bedrooms, a half kitchen, and a full bathroom. Like the rest of Altissia that Y/N had come to see, it had some beautiful architecture and felt more like a vacation dwelling than a temporary rest point for visiting foreigners. 

“Like what you see?” Loqui quipped, laughing when he saw Y/N snap out of their thoughts and shot him a brief glare. 

“I’m trying to keep in mind not to break anything. It all screams don’t touch me, I’m expensive.” Y/N laughed. 

“I wouldn’t worry!” Tuti chirped as she hurriedly and with excitement began to rummage through her suitcase and put away things.  

Loqui crossed his arms, moving out of Tuti’s way as he watched on with amusement. He couldn’t believe someone of such a smaller stature could zip through so many places at once. 

“It’s all covered by Madam Secretary. But should the Chancellor tick her off, it’s not like he can’t afford this himself.” 

“How much does it even cost to stay in a place like this?” Y/N asked while they found themself admiring some various plants that were strategically placed near the walls, complimenting the Mediterranean color palette. 

“Easily 15,000 gil a night.” Loqui scoffed. 

“15,000?!” Y/N exclaimed. 

“You heard right!” Loqui laughed. He let out a grunt when Tuti collided into his chest. After a series of apologies, not giving the man the chance to counter her, did she make her announcement. 

“I’m going to tidy up the bedrooms and then Y/N, we should get ready to meet the men and women of The Serpent Society!” 

Loqui frowned when Tuti once more zipped away before smiling at Y/N.  “If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to take advantage of being your assigned guard and treat myself to samplings in the kitchen!” 

“Pfft, like that’s all I’m good for…” Y/N jokingly muttered. They ignored Loqui’s faint quip from the distance, and felt drawn to sliding doors that led to the deck. 

When Y/N stepped out, they could feel the warmth of the sun crackle their skin. The pain was brief, and subsided the further they ventured out. Having Ardyn’s immunity to the rays of the star was a blessing that Y/N realized they had taken for granted. Regular daemons would either burn to a crisp, or suffer burns the likes of which would only add to their horrific appearance. 

Y/N recalled watching that happen weeks ago when a barrage of Flexitusks were reported along the outskirts of Gralea. Ardyn had decided to capture some of the creatures for Verstael’s research, and Y/N accompanied him. The entities were formidable as they were savage, even catching Ardyn off guard at times, but he came out unscathed. The experience was both eye opening, and one Y/N didn’t want to repeat. 

Ardyn had taught Y/N about daemons and their weaknesses that early dawn, and how such weaknesses either applied or didn’t to the likes of them. Y/N had learned from Ardyn, that though the sun couldn’t penetrate their skin to where they’d die; if a concentrated light source or magic based weapon were to be used against them, it would be a death sentence. Not for he, not for Adagium, however. 

Y/N swallowed when they recalled Ardyn sharing with them that Accordo had such a weapon on hand for daemons before they departed for Altissa. They made a fist, suddenly glimpsing the image of the three people they had slain long ago; imagining the light that left their eyes merging into a singular source. Swooping from the heavens to consume Y/N and the darkness that writhed under their flesh. 

While the trauma of that ill fated night remained with them day by day, Y/N did what they could to keep it under lock and key. Ever since Ardyn and they shared a bleedthrough, and he had bore a taste of their suffering, Y/N didn’t want him to experience the night they had become a daemon. Not after what they had seen through his eyes when he lost Aera. 

It dawned on Y/N how much they missed him already. 

“You alive in there?” 

Y/N fell out of their thoughts as Loqui walked over to their side. He smiled and handed a piece of an orange to Y/N. They popped it into their mouth and chewed. 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“About all the duties you have in Altissa?” Loqui inquired. 

“More or less,” Y/N shrugged and smiled after swallowing the fruit. “I haven’t seen much of you these past two weeks.”

“Been busy chasing away Lucian spies from the coast with Commodore Aranea. It’s been quite riveting,” Loqui said sarcastically, and then smirked at Y/N. “Did you miss me that much?” 

Y/N snorted. “Only your wits.”

“Owch!” 

“You asked!” 

“Point taken!” Loqui chuckled as did Y/N. 

Loqui’s gaze of admiration made the tempo of Y/N’s pulse stutter. While it was endearing and Y/N had valued the friendship that had grown between themself and he, there was something about the way he stared that had Y/N nervous. Nervous enough to change the subject. 

“What’s the status on your dad? I haven’t heard anything about him for a while.” 

Loqui let out a content sigh, enjoying the cool breeze that picked up while he and Y/N admired the tropical scenery before them. 

“Dad’s stationed in Galahd currently. That side of Lucis is in another stalemate battle wise, so while there’s no bloodshed, everyone’s on edge. Y’know, I’m surprised but grateful Chancellor Izunia approached me to be your guard on this trip. It’s gonna be nice having a distraction, not worrying about dad or whatever is going on over there. Although, I’d be lying if I didn’t feel left out. I feel like I should be fighting alongside him, but…I’m stuck at homebase.”

Y/N furrowed their brows, recalling previous conversations they had with Loqui about his military pursuits. Some men were born to be farmers and politicians. From birth, they felt a calling. It was no different than Loqui’s passion for battle; he was meant for it. Nevertheless, Y/N worried about him. It seemed as of late all he fixated on was either following his fathers footsteps, or being left behind in his shadow. 

While Y/N hadn’t been brought up in that manner, they could relate to Loqui’s need of wanting to prove himself. Y/N reached a hand out to Loqui’s shoulder, and gave a small squeeze. They giggled as did he when their nails scratched at the shoulder padding of his uniform. 

“Your dad is strong. I believe he’ll be alright, but I can understand why you’re scared. For what it’s worth, I think he’d be proud of the things you’ve been accomplishing for Niflheim.” 

Loqui smiled sincerely once Y/N let him go. “You really think so?” 

“Yeah! If I didn’t have faith in that, I wouldn’t have asked the Chancellor for you to be my guard in the first place.” 

Loqui made a face, crossing his arms as he averted his eyes. He chuckled afterward. 

“What?” Y/N asked flabbergasted, worried they might’ve hurt him in some way. 

“I had an inkling Chancellor Izunia’s request wasn’t out of the good graces of his heart. I should’ve known better.” Loqui responded with bitter amusement. He made it clear however he held no ill will toward Y/N as he grinned. “How in the six did you convince him to hire me?” 

“He knows pissing me off won’t get him anywhere, for starters.” Y/N snorted. “Also you and your dad are the only two I feel remotely comfortable around for a job like this. I’ve been an imperial citizen for a while, but I’m wary. I know there’s still a great number of people that don’t care for me. I told the Chancellor I didn’t want to put myself in a risky situation with people I’m not familiar with.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but notice both the disdain and intrigue that Loqui wore on his face. It reminded Y/N of a child being told of something interesting, but it came with resentment. 

“At this rate, you almost sound like a married couple!” Loqui scoffed in jest. 

Y/N gasped, slugging his shoulder they had gently squeezed moments ago. “Bite your tongue!” 

Loqui laughed hard, ignoring the pain. “No, but seriously, how have things been living with the guy?” 

“What kind of a question is that?” Y/N balked. 

“Why can’t you just answer it?” Loqui teased. He giggled at the roll of Y/N’s eyes. 

“He’s better than roommates I’ve had in the past, I’ll give him that.” Y/N shrugged. “He’s been kind to me. Er, as kind as someone like him can be to another person I should say.” 

“He hasn’t made you…uncomfortable, right?”

“Come again?” 

“Forgive me for being forward. Has he physically imposed himself upon you in any fashion?” 

Y/N’s brows furrowed at the emphasis of Loqui’s tone. It took them but a moment to realize what he was driving at. A part of Y/N felt honored that Loqui was checking to be sure the Chancellor wasn’t being predatory toward them, and yet Y/N also felt tempted to slap him across the face for insinuating something that despising about Ardyn. 

Y/N’s memories traveled back to the Vixen, and the day Ardyn fed upon them. While he lost himself in the thrill of consumption and brought them to the edge of death, Y/N never felt he would take advantage of their vulnerability. While Ardyn had been creepy in the past, and at present too flirtatious for his own good, Y/N couldn’t see him going to the extent Loqui implicated.

“He’s never hurt me like that,” Y/N murmured firmly in Ardyn’s defense. “Where is this coming from?” 

Loqui bit the inside of his cheek. “I’ve upset you, and I apologize. It’s just---”

“Just what?” 

Loqui sighed. “The last several times you and I have had audience together, I’ve noticed him having no care toward your boundaries. That, and he leans a lot into you.” 

“Leans?” 

“Leans.” 

Y/N raised their brows, making a face before they snorted. This was getting more baffling by the second. “Okay, time out, what do you mean by leans?” 

“He was, well…leaning toward you!”

Y/N shook their head. “I’m not following, Loqui. Is this because I gave him a brief side hug after the imperial banquet?” 

“No, no, you’re misinterpreting me. A side hug is way different than this...” His voice trailed off as he approached Y/N calmly, getting into their personal space. He consistently watched to be sure he wasn’t being aggressive while giving his demonstration. He offered a playful smile, all the while capturing Y/N’s eyes with his own. 

Y/N swallowed as they felt their back press to one of the beams on the deck that was holding up another above them. They could feel Loqui's breath fan over their skin as he spoke. 

“This is what the Chancellor was doing, leaning in to admire you. Does this answer your inquiry?” 

The intimacy was thick, as was the deep blush that crept against Y/N’s cheeks. They nodded in reply, for no words could move past their lips. 

“Ahem,” Tuti cleared her throat from the distance. She glanced between Loqui and Y/N, watching the former back off suddenly before making her pleasantries. “Y/N we should be getting ready. It’s important for you to be punctual while in Altissa.”

“I couldn’t agree more!” Y/N responded. They turned their attention to Loqui, giving a small bow with their head. “I’ll speak with you later?” 

“Of course.” Loqui murmured, furrowing his brows as he returned the bow. He watched Y/N quickly retreat back into the residence. Not long after, he sighed and decided to leave the lodging so he could scout the area. The defeat in his eyes lingered as he watched Tuti and Y/N venture down the hall. Loqui contemplated what his next moves should be. The warnings from his father echoed through his mind as he left after shutting the door behind him. 

As Tuti led Y/N to their bedroom, they let out a sigh of relief as did she. 

“You okay?” Y/N asked. 

“I should be asking you that.” Tuti smirked, although her eyes held concern. “I didn’t want to overstep, yet I couldn’t help but notice you looked uncomfortable. Did I ruin the moment?”  

They shook their head in response to her question. Y/N had an epiphany as Tuti dragged them further into the dwelling to change. 

Y/N liked Loqui, and even admired him a great deal. He had been nothing but chivalrous and like Tuti, a confidant that they felt safe navigating Niflheim with. By all accounts, it was a miracle to be in the good graces of someone with the prestige he had. However, Y/N was uncertain they could return what Loqui sought of them. Not when Ardyn’s smile once again invaded their thoughts, and their body shuddered. 

“No, you didn’t.” Y/N murmured.

#mending shadows #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ardyn x reader #canon x reader #ffxv fanfic #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #fanfiction #fanfics #gender neutral reader

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Oh my goodness, I'm so happy that you got so many followers so fast! You certainly deserve it! I was wondering if I could please request a cg Clint Barton and little Kate Bishop drabble with the prompt “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write it!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ not ever ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| Kate bishop x Clint Barton

a/n: awe thank you so much sweetness!! it’s been so nice to hear everyone’s nice feedback on my writing ♡

warnings: pet names, hurt/comfort, mentions of kate having a bad childhood, mention of a fight with bad guys/minor injuries

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“I’m sorry.” Kates voice is small when she speaks, eyes ducked away from Clint, her hands fiddling in her lap nervously. The words confuse Barton, they’ve been peacefully watching a movie, there’s no reason for Kate to be apologizing.

“Why are you apologizing?” He tightens the arm he’s had draped over Kates shoulder since they sat down, the girl looks more upset after the action.

“C-Cause, I didn’t make the shot on- on the bad guy and-.” Clint shushes her quickly, hating how his littles face has become soaked in tears so quickly, the slice still deep on her lip making him feel worse.

“You don’t have to apologize honey, it was a hard fight and you did amazing. We got the bad guy, that’s what matters.” Kates hands bawl into fists as she wipes at her eyes, shaking her head with choked sniffles.

“I- I don’t deserve it.” Confusion rises in Clint, he carefully takes Kates hands away from her face and cups her cheeks, wiping the tears off her pale skin. Her eyes are blown big and doe like, glossy with tears but she takes in deep breaths in time with Clint, keeping the eye contact as though she’d get in trouble if she broke it.

“Don’t deserve what?” He can see how she fights to not hide away in herself, the horrid training her mother put her through to look “picture ready” at all times for events showing through as she bites her lip and keeps looking at Clint. Barton hates what that women has done to his baby, no matter how many times he’s assured her that she can act freely and there are no rules outside being safe, Kate never seems to forget what’s been plaguing her mind since childhood.

“You, being so nice to me. I didn’t- didn’t earn it, I shouldn’t be allowed to watch a movie and- and lay with you.”

His heart all but shatters hearing how Kates voice wobbles and trips over the words, so sure that she must earn her own comfort. Clint has to steel himself to not scoop the girl up and never let the world get to her, instead he speaks with as much reassurance as he can.

“you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” A few stray tears slip down Kates cheek that Clint hastily wipes away, almost crying himself when she throws herself into his chest. Her fingers pull on the loose t-shirt Barton has on, tugging him in closer as her back shakes with small sobs.

“Shhh, Shh, I got you. I’m here now, I’ll always be here.” He speaks into Kates hair and lets his arms weigh heavy around her in a firm grip the way he knows she likes.

“I’ll always take care of you and you never have to earn that, okay?” Kate doesn’t give a verbal response but her quick nod and face nuzzling against Clint is enough for him.

#jj writes #jj events #marvel agere #little!kate #caregiver!clint #clint barton #kate bishop #clint x kate

[me-uglypretty]

I may be at work but this is a very cool idea and I can't be letting it flop. Sooo please could I request number 62 with Natasha Romanoff x Y/N? :))

#62 Control - Halsey | blurb replay 2022

Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Warning: (18+), angst + natasha’s past, but happy ending

Anger floods her chest, twisting her lungs with uncontrollable screams, and their torment buzzing in her head, wishing for her to craft them in sinful way. It hauls her, spewing monstrous terms at her for what she had done, what she had failed to do and everything that smear her hands in the horrid hue of red.

“Please stop, you’re scaring me.”

And those bloodcurdling screams of those pleading for her to leave them. The whispers that named her mistreatment towards them. All flashing in black and red, reflecting in the mirrors that she had to hide.

They would had sent her away if—but no, this wasn’t the Red Room.

Natasha starts believing their taunting voices.

A deadly decease pouring down her throat as she cries, unable to sleep or breath without the awful guilt ruining her second chance. Natasha sat on the bed, alone with their voice echoing in her head.

But you refused to stop.

“You’re bigger than them,” you whispered, holding her face in your hands for her to truly understand. “It was never your fault. They made you— they ruined everything. Not you.”

Why would anyone feel angry for her, and not at her?

“They’re coming for me,” she whimpered, candidly showing her weakness to you than the confidence and danger that was seen by others. “I deserve this, don’t I?”

Her past stayed, even when her life changed.

You shake your head. “Not a bad person.”

Then, she feels your lips press a tender kiss over her furrowed brows, another on her forehead which made her hum, and the most heavy—your lips firmly on hers, a kiss tipping her to the edge, engulfing her from the nightmares clouding her life, and you smile while kissing her like you knew how she was starting to feel.

Perhaps, she was stronger and better.

If someone could see her as more than a threatening assassin and cradle her body so delicately like a child needing comfort—and she was that, a child robbed of everything beautiful. It must mean more.

“You don’t scare me.”

It wasn’t easy, but it was easy to lean into you, embrace your wholly, and hear your voice surrounding theirs that she could immerse herself into the supposed truth that you uttered.

Maybe, love wasn’t for children either.

Love hasn’t stop her from life. Love hasn’t made her feel worthless either.

So, she waited, patiently and tiredly.

When the day came. she stands over them with the weapons made familiarised in her hands. Completely immersing herself in the sounds that begs for her to leave them, and the helplessness that made her laugh.

“You should be scared of me.”

I’m in control, a whisper clashes in her mind and the taunting voices was suppressed. They can’t withhold her from life anymore.

Natasha doesn’t fear them.

And when her eyes meet yours—she wasn’t afraid of herself or what they may do, she was ready to smother herself in everything good, and in everything that is you.

i'm sorry for the angst, please let me know if you want another? i felt this fit the vibe more. AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING AND READING &lt;3

#blurb replay 2022 #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x imagine #natasha romanoff x you

[howlingday]

then an Au where jaune's mom has a tank that is also an organ that shoots ballistic missiles

"Why are you pestering me, Arc?" Weiss asked, hands on her hips. "Every day, you assault my ears with your horrid music and awful pick-up lines."

"Promise not to think it's weird." Jaune pressed her fingertips together.

"I promise nothing." Weiss crossed her arms.

"It's because you remind me of my mom." Jaune said.

"What?"

"My mom is a world famous musician, and I really miss her, and I thought, maybe, if I ask you out, she won't approve and will try to scare you off."

"I... What?"

"I miss my mom, Weiss." Jaune sniffed. "I miss her so much."

"This... is absolutely insane." Weiss rubbed her eyes. "I refuse to even remotely associate myself with you, you pathetic creep. Jump up your own ass and die, you sad, sad, pathetic, little man."

"Yeah, that's about the reaction I expected." Jaune sighed.

"Also, your onesie is stupid."

"Oh..." Jaune sniffled.

The ground rumbled, and the walls quaked as a thunderous roar echoed throughout the school. The two ran to a nearby window, where a woman atop a motorized pipe organ on tank treads, sat before a set of keys, glaring at the two.

"ART THOU THE FOUL WENCH THAT DOTH INSULTETH MINE KIN?!" The woman shouted.

"WHAT?!" Weiss shouted back. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! YOUR ENGINE IS TOO LOUD!"

"WHAT?!" The woman shouted back. "COULD YOU SPEAK UP?! THE ENGINE IS TOO LOUD!"

"HI, MOM!" Jaune shouted as he waved.

"HI, SWEETIE!" Jaune's mother waved back. "I'M SORRY I LEFT SO SOON! THEY NEEDED ME FOR A WAR ORCHESTRA!"

"WHAT?!" Jaune shouted. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"WHAT?! HANG ON! I'LL TURN THE ENGINE OFF!" Mama Arc pressed a key, and launched a missile at the two.

"Time to die, Huntresses!" Roman Torchwick shouted his last words as the missiles flew past Jaune and Weiss and obliterated him.

"Talk about Beethoven's 5th." Neo stated with a sign overhead.

"WHAT?!" Jaune and Weiss shouted at Neo, cupping their ears.

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I'm so sorry

#rwby #weiss schnee #jaune arc #mama arc #roman torchwick #neopolitan

[heartsleybyul]

⌕ TOGETHER IN THE KITCHEN

— w masuki satou, kou minamoto, floyd leech

› content : dangerously waving around a knife, gn reader, swearing, kou's part is kinda sucky, small injuries

› summary : you try to cook with/for them! Except that your a horrible cook...

› a/n : i dont know shit abt cooking so these may be wrong 💀

↻ MASUKI SATOU (my wife), raise a suilen.

It was another successful show, they all gave their best and you were proud of them. Especially for Masuki. Lately, you've been seeing her fully devoted to her drumming.

Even though you suggest that she should take breaks, it seems like she's doing quite the opposite.

Now that their show was a success, you wanted to cook her some ramen for her hard work.

The problem was, you had no knowledge or experience how to.

You consulted Reona and Rei to help you, which they happily agreed. Now you three were at the penthouse's kitchen, with Chiyu's permission of course.

You were browsing on the internet for a ramen recipe, until you found a pretty easy one. Miso Ramen, apparently you have all the ingredients in the kitchen which is a big help. Though it makes you question if Chiyu even cooks here.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After prepping up your broths, it was time to add the noodles. You do so and continue with the recipe together with the guidance of Rei and Reona. But due to band stuff they both had to leave. You were getting the hang of it, right?

You remembered to add some salt and pepper. You grab the salt shaker from the counter when, the lid popped off and a shit-ton of salt went into the pot. Including the lid.

Well, you fucked up big time. You had already used all your ingredients and it'd be a waste to just throw it away.. I mean, no one would think too much of the salt would they?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After adding the final topping, your ramen looks absolutely delectable! Except for the fact that it has an unusual amount of salt in it.

You invite Masuki over to the kitchen to gift her the Ramen. She sat on the counter seat while you slid her the bowl, she inspected it a bit then took a spoonful in her mouth.

You could only stand there with your lips sealed shut watching the suprised look on her face, you knew exactly why.

Masuki wanted to spit out the salty Ramen but.. you made it so, she was really stuck with swallowing it.

The blonde could just sit there staring blankly at the Ramen. She's stuck with two choices, either she tells you its tastes awful or she endures the horrid taste.

You, not being able to bear the awkwardness admit your mistake whilst you were cooking.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came out of her. "Ahahaha! [name] ya' couldve just told me y'know!" She says with such a giant smile on her face making you blush.

"Here, I'll teach you!"

↻ KOU MINAMOTO, an exorcist.

The quiet halls of Kamome, there was no spirit to be exorcised so Kou got tired from all the looking around. Heading to the Girl's bathroom to see what Hanako and Nene were up to, he saw you in the Home Ed class making, something?

He couldn't make up what you were cooking so he took a closer look through the door, whereas you noticed him and waved with a knife in your hand. Which immediately alerted him since its a hazard! "[name] don't wave that around!" He ran up to you almost immediately.

You put the knife down before some casualties could occur. Kou saw what you were baking?! You were baking! It seemed like you just finished baking brownies and was in the middle of cutting them.

Intrigued, Kou asked to taste one of the cut slices. It looked pretty good, there wasn't anything for him to be suspicious of.

crunch!

Crunchy?! And bitter?! The smell certainly deceived him. It tasted burnt.

You were suprised by his reaction a bit, was there something wrong with them?

"Uh, [name] these are burnt.." Kou shyfully said, your lips formed an 'o' it seemed like the recipe was wrong? Or maybe it was just your carelessness since you do remember leaving it to cook for way too long..

"Ahah, sorry Kou.." you apologized, there was some silence between you both when you picked up the trey and headed to the trash bin when he stopped you. "A- wait!" The boy shouted

Startled by the sudden outburst, you stop was you were doing and looked at him immediately. "I can have that.-! I mean, just to prank my friends or something..!"

You gave him the trey and giggled, you wondered how they'd react.

"Hehe, Thanks!"

↻ FLOYD LEECH, octavinelle.

Recently, you've been working around Mostro Lounge as a side job to make money. All would have been fine if you weren't in debt to Azul.

Your serving wasn't enough to pay the debt in a few weeks, it would take you months. But, there was a spot that can pay for your debt easily. Working as a chef there.

You would've taken this spot a long time ago if you knew juts how to cook.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Its been a few weeks of you working there and the urge to just change your position to chef was strong but you can't cook. All this think got you spaced out, which caught a certain eel's attention.

"Ah~! Shrimpy!" Floyd approached you with his lazy smile. Which stopped youe thoughts. "Ah, Floyd. Need anything?" You offered. But Floyd just dragged you out of the Lounge.

"Eh-! Where are you dragging me Floyd!" You shouted but he just looked at you with such a giddy smile.

After a bit, you two winded up on the beach of Octavinelle. There was a nearby bench so Floyd gestured for you to sit with him. "Anything botherin' ya shrimpy?" He questioned with a smile on his face and his head was adjusted to your eye level.

"Um, y'know about the new Chef position? I've been wanting to apply for it but I don't know how to cook.. Its the easiest way for me to pay my debt." You answered. Floyd just let out a string of laughs after your statement. What was so funny?

"Ahahaha! So that's what bothering you?" You were angered by his statement. "Huh?! What's so funny about it?" "I mean, ya could've just told me!" With that he dragged you once again back to Mostro Lounge.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You two were now in the kitchen, without Azul's permission. You tried to convince Floyd to ask permission since this could make your debt go deeper but alas, he wouldn't listen. "Don't worry shrimpy! I regularly cook here without his permission and never gets mad!" you could just reply with a tired sigh.

"So, what are we gonna make?" You questioned. "Takoyaki ofcourse!" The boy answered

"Ok, do we have the ingredients?" The smile on Floyd's face suddenly dissapeared, "Eh~ we can substitute right?"

This was going to go very wrong.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After your attempt to 'cook' with Floyd, you ended up in the infirmary. You ended up inujred by his antics. The nurse was absent in the room so it was up to the eel to heal your slight burn and cut on your hands.

"Eh, I cant find anything." Floyd said while looking around the cabinets and drawers. "Not even some band aids?" You added on. Floyd answered you with a 'nah' continuing his search while you sat on one of the beds with your fingers stretched out.

Finally, Floyd found some adhesive bandage tape and some cotton balls. "C'mon! Lets go wash your hands first!" The eel dragged you by the arm, being cautious of your injured hand.

He offered to do everything for you, washing your hands thoroughly, and bandaging it up. While you two were now on one of the beds while he was applying some betadine to the cotton, you noticed how Floyd softened so much with you. You cherished it. Finally Floyd finished with the bandage.

"There, how ya' feeling~?"

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