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Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader: Bunnynapped

Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader

It was a nice day for a picnic so you and koda decided to head off on your own picnic basket in hand and blanket whenever you needed a break from all the overwhelming attention from your classmates you always headed to this secret spot to clear your mind and to play and chat with the small animals

You placed your blanket while Kota placed the basket down taking a breath it smelled like freedom you endured the beautiful and quiet nature there was a lake nearby the pond just in case you felt like swimming everything was perfect quiet and peaceful

"I'm gonna go get something to drink and berries at the lake koda!" he nodded "B-be careful tho there are big predator birds that will mistake you as a snack," he said while taking out the food and his favorite book read you nodded and ran off into the "Safe" forest, you made it to the lake glazing how the fish gracefully swam into their destination and the frogs leaping catching the bugs you grabbed your basket and went deeper into the woods until you saw a blueberry and a shiny red raspberry bush you grabbed your basket and started picking them unaware that someone was watching you

A teen with yellow eyes with messy space buns was observing you watching every move that you made like a hawk waiting for it's prey she watched you were were picking berries off the bush and putting them in the basket while also eating some as well "that bunny look so cute! Oh she's gonna be my little pet when I catch her" the blonde carefully sneak up behind herb making sure she wouldn't make a noise when her hands was just hovering away from you She quickly snatched you up and threw you in the sag

You struggled and struggled to try to turn into your human form but it was no use you squealed in discomfort and fear while the girl tried cooing and hushing you like you were some baby "Shhh ahh it's ok! I won't hurt you at all just gonna take you to your new home" you panicked even more when she said that you tried struggling and struggling but it was no use you were trapped hearing crunching of the leaves and dirt the girl happily hummed satisfy with her catch

Kota was getting worried about your long absence you shouldn't be gone for that long he looked around hoping you would come back until a panicked bird flew quickly on Kota's finger chirping in distress and panic kota gently comforted the poor animal by stroking its feathers and body the bird was calmly panicked but calmed down "Now tell me what's the problem" he said quietly and gently the bird chirped a few times and kota was shocked

You were taken...By toga Himiko

He needed to get the others even his teachers

"im back!" toga happily skipped along inside the Bar twice happily waving to her and Dabi completely ignored her focusing on the drink Kurogiri gave him but Shiggy was furious "Toga how many times have I told you about going out, especially in the day WITHOUT A DISGUISE" he said while scratching his neck toga scoffed and paid attention to the bag and giggled "I'll be fine nobody saw me plus I got myself a goodie!" she said shaking a bag a little and out came a squeak everyone's attention turned to her now curious of what she brought

"Woah toga did you bring a living snack nice!" Twice said excitingly reaching to hold the bag but Toga blocked his hand "No it's a.." she reached into the bag and pulled out the helpless creature (aka you) "A bunny!!" she squealed petting the distressed bunny's soft fur until she heard a poof and you turned into your human version now everyone was shocked "I'm not a bunny you phyco im a human! Just with a bunny quirk" you angry said not pleased with the "Suprised adoption"

Everyone was speechless for a second still in shocked while Toga's eyes sparkled brightly "EEEEEEK IT A BUNNY HERO" she tackled you with a hug squeezing you very tight you could barely breath nuzzling her head on your ears

"Well look what we have here..." Shigaraki darkly chuckled slowly walking up to you and circling you while observing the little bunny trapped in the cage but Toga shielded you "No shiggy I want them as a pet!" "A PET?!?" you and everyone else yelled in shock "I don't wanna be some villain pet!" toga completely ignored you kept going "Please take good care I'll feed them wash they'll put them in pretty outfits I promise I won't even get as much blood promise!" she pleaded with shigaraki and Dabi looked at him and chuckled "I mean I pet wouldn't be bad plus once we break them they'll be kinda useful," Dabi said with an evil sly smile shigaraki thought for a second and decided his answer "Fine we'll keep them BUT if they pissed me off and start to cause trouble im killing the rodent" you gulped nervously while toga and twice cheered "I just wanted a nice picnic..."

"Guys! Guys!" Koda ran into the common room trying to catch his breath everyone stared at him in shock and looked to see where their bunny darling was "Kota kun! What happened where's y/n?!" Mina said her voice filled with worry "They were taken by Toga she took them to their lair!" Everyone was in a panic that their precious darling was stolen away from them they were beginning to plan to save them until Aizawa stepped in "Nobodys going nowhere im going to inform the pro heroes it's dangerous to do that anyway" the class tried protesting but Aizawa quickly shut that down immediately and all told them to go to bed upset they were they had to go to bed sad and enraged that they couldn't do anything

During your stay with the LOV wasn't even that bed honestly except for the constant cuddling and her dressing you up into frilly and girly dresses and outfits and putting so many bows and accessories on your hair but you tolerated it you made sure not to say any snarky remarks due to shigarakis warning toga would twirl you around and dance with you while twice joined in doing embarrassing dancing while toga laugh but gave you 2nd hand embarrassment dabi was annoyed like an older brother always picking on their little siblings enough to make them tell their parents teasing you about how your not getting out of here and picking on you pulling on your ears until you squeaked until toga came and comfort you while being scolded by her

Kurogiri Was kind to you whenever you had enough he would always tell Toga, twice and Dabi to back off a bit and make sure you were ok he would give you healthy and actual edible food then just fed carrots and grass all day so he was the most decent out of all of them in your opinion next was Magne was another decent one but was just like toga she was adored about your features always petting your hair she wouldn't try and force you into your bunny form like a toga but whenever she gets the chance she always pets and brushes your fur which you enjoyed it a bit

But all things had to come to an end when an explosion was heard and a large hole filled with pro-heroes police, Aizawa was here as well kurogiri quickly formed a portal for them to go inside everyone went but you struggled out of the togas strong gripped, and fall on the ground she called your name until the portal was closed good riddance, you were questioned by a bunch of police and pros and we're checked to see if you had any injuries or tracking devices they put it felt like hours until they finally let you go

When you got back from the dorms everyone crowded around you cheering for your return There were a bunch of hugs from everyone even Shoto formed a small smile but Bakugo lectured and yelled at you about being reckless and how you should be careful you were gifted with a lot of stuff and the girls invited you to a sleepover you wanted to complain but you were just glad you weren't with the LOV

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the-karma-cafe · 17 days

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Medium honor Arthur picks up character but it’s for a crime she didn’t do! Oh and outdoorsy love stuff

a/n: omg ok i dont know what you mean by outdoorsy love stuff is that SEX or is that FLUFF (im giving you both) thank you for the request !!

warnings: DID NOT PROOFREAD, sex (hell no !!!), spanking, he's a little mean but not really (as medium honor usually goes), mildly dubious consent

It was the age-old story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I discovered Mrs. Braithwaite on the floor一thick, wine-red blood pooled beneath her chest一I’d barely had a second to react before one of her sons screamed, tackling me to the ground. His fingers were bruising against my arms, shaking me, asking what the fuck was the matter with me, telling me I’d fucking swing for this.

I don’t even remember how I got away from him, slamming something into his skull and breaking free from that iron grip, leaping off the balcony without a second thought.

It was only miles away on one of their prized horses did it finally hit me that whatever case I’d had to defend myself with was long gone. I wouldn’t be able to show my face in Rhodes again一or really anywhere else一with a high-profile family like the Braithwaites on my ass.

I kept riding further north, hoping to put as much distance between me and that damn corpse as possible. Of all the people, it had to be her, and it had to be me.

By the time I reached Valentine, I’d felt more sorry for myself than I had in a long time. Thanked my lucky stars I always kept my money on me and bought some supplies there to… well, live on the lam, I supposed.

But for the first couple nights, I moped. Stayed in the saloon every morning and the hotel every night一not much else to do in a livestock town.

When I felt a bit better, I sold the Braithwaite horse. It was big and proud and all sorts of attention-grabbing. I bought a different one一drab and small, but fast.

Sooner than I thought, the news had travelled. A new bounty poster was slapped right on the wooden post outside the saloon, my sketchy reflection glaring back at me. MURDEROUS MAID.

I pursed my lips. They could’ve spared me the alliteration.

Tore it down, stuffed it in my bag, and left town. Wouldn’t take long for a small town like Valentine to put two and two together.

The bounty was nothing to sneeze at. I was almost flattered. Wanted alive, $500. I figured it’d take a lot to deter bounty hunters from $500, so I took to the mountains. It was likely just a matter of time, but by god was I going to make them work for it.

Now, here I was, having found some barn to hole up in, next to the remains of a torched homestead (I’d briefly picked through it and rescued a dented can of peaches and a lock box holding some fancy necklace). Would’ve preferred the house, but shelter was shelter. Peaches (affectionately named after said can) seemed to like it in here, at least.

“You want one, boy?” I held one out to where he sat a foot or so away from me. For only having just met me, he was a sweet horse, resting his head on my lap while I slept, following me around while I hunted (although I quickly found he loved to scare off game, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to just stay put, goddammit).

Peaches leaned his big head forward and sniffed at the proffered fruit. To my surprise, he snorted and turned away from it, flicking back his ears and giving me a severe side-eye. “What!” I laughed, bringing it back away from him. “Now you tell me.”

He huffed out of his nose, like it should have been quite obvious, thank you very much. I giggled and continued to eat, idly watching the flame flicker in one of the lanterns hung from the ceiling.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, still not any closer to figuring out my future than I was a month ago.

The next morning, I ventured back into the wilderness to hunt. So far, I’d been a bit less successful than I’d hoped, but I had done well enough for myself.

I breathed out slowly, my arm steadily following the movements of a buck a couple yards away. My breath puffed out white in front of me, warming my nose. This was the closest I’d ever gotten to game this big.

The buck lowered its head, nosing past the snow to the damp grass below. I kept my arrow aimed above, where I knew its head would return. A breath in. C’mon…

It raised its head, staring off to its right somewhere, and I stretched back the string, my grip still a bit wobbly against its force. Another breath out.

A whisk of air whooshed over me, and I startled, releasing my grip on the arrow. It flew a couple feet away before planting headfirst into the snow. Something forcibly tightened around my torso, crushing my arms against my sides. What the hell?! I yelped in surprise and wobbled from my perch, falling backwards.

My head dented the snow behind me, sending it down my collar and into my hair, freezing my neck and ears. “Ahh!” I struggled against the coil around me, simultaneously flinching away from the cold now assaulting my warm skin.

Footsteps crunched over to me, and an upside-down face and chest soon came into view. He looked down at me with a pleased expression on his face, or at least it seemed like it, it was hard to tell behind that high collar and tipped hat.

He rounded to my front and his gloved hands yanked at the rope, pulling me slightly up from the snow to face him better. He squinted at my face, now surely pinkened from the snow I could still see on my lashes. His chest rumbled with approval, and he nodded, more to himself than me. “Thought so.”

“What?” I exhaled, staring up at him dumbly.

He cracked a smile, and this time I could tell. “The murderous maid, I take it?”

My blood ran cold. Oh, fuck. I had almost forgotten, tucked away in this silent, snowy haven.

Apparently my expression was all it took to confirm things for him. His smile turned to a smirk and he tugged at the rope, bringing me up to stand. I instinctively pushed away from him, but he held me firmly to him, his arms thick and strong (my god this man was big). He looped the rope around me again before tying it securely at my front.

Then, he promptly threw me over his shoulder and began to walk.

“Let me go!!” I thrashed from my perch, kicking at him.

He growled and tightened his grip on my thighs. “Kick me again and I'll make you regret it, girl.”

A fearful whimper slipped past my lips and I stilled.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunted, but his grip didn’t loosen.

He whistled, loud and sharp, and I heard the familiar sound of hooves approaching. The image of Peaches by himself in the barn flitted through my head.

“Um, mister?” I whispered, my tone timid and polite. The tone I used to use with the Braithwaites.

He heaved a sigh, annoyed with me. “What.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want to anger him further. “My… my horse. He’s in a barn nearby, I don’t want him to be stuck up here all by himself.”

He didn’t respond to that. I grimaced. If I’d kept the Braithwaite horse at least he would’ve saved it to sell it一Peaches was likely barely worth the walk to a man like him.

His horse slowed to a stop nearby, and the man none-too-gently threw me over its back. I winced, feeling its butt dig into my stomach.

The bounty hunter made quick work of me, tying my legs together and then securing me to his horse. He patted my thigh, “Comfy?” I could almost hear the smug look on his face.

“More ’n ever.” I grumbled, mostly to myself. He barked a laugh and pulled away from me, leaving me cold. He mounted up on his horse and began to ride.

I couldn’t see much from my “seat,” but I began to vaguely recognize the path he followed.

“Are you…” I started, my voice quiet. I turned my head to look up at him, and raised my voice. “Are you goin’ back for him?”

He didn’t answer, and made no move to indicate he had even heard me.

Not wanting to push my luck (or Peaches’), I stayed quiet.

Sure enough, we reached that barn and he dismounted. When he returned, Peaches was in tow, neighing happily when he saw me.

I laughed brightly despite the situation. “Hey, boy!!” The bounty hunter released his reins and Peaches bounded up to me, nuzzling and snorting into my hair wetly. I giggled and tried to move my head away. “Oh my god, Peaches, gross.”

“Peaches?” the man echoed, a note of disbelief coloring his tone.

I turned and smiled up at him. “What?”

He shook his head, gesturing to the horse. “Ain’t he a boah?”

“So?”

He snorted, but didn’t answer me, instead mounting back up on his horse. My smile faded from my face as we continued. My last days of freedom.

I stayed quiet as we rode, figuring that was the best way to get on his good side (I didn’t need to get smacked for yapping). The horse’s gait made me feel sick enough that I didn’t want to, anyway, its back poking into me, alternating between every corner of my stomach with each step.

Eventually, the snow began to taper off down the path, though a chill still hung in the air. I shivered, the back of my jacket still wet and cold against my neck. The sky was beginning to darken, subtly and colorlessly as winter skies often did.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter turned us off the path and into the trees, likely seeking some spot to set up camp for the night. Peaches followed dutifully behind us, although he seemed to have sobered a bit, as if sensing my discomfort.

He must have found a spot he liked, as he dismounted and reached by my side for his tent and bedroll. He pulled them off and got to work setting everything up.

I felt my eyelids droop, my body finally able to relax with the horse stopped.

Not ten minutes later, I was jolted awake by hands grabbing me off of the horse and hoisting me up. I made a small noise of surprise in my throat, feeling him drop me back onto his shoulder, carrying me over to his makeshift camp. Truthfully, I had thought he’d just leave me on his horse for the night.

I wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.

The bounty hunter dropped me to the ground by the fire, and I huffed, adjusting myself to sit upright. The warmth wafting off of it confirmed that this was definitely better than being stuck on that horse all night. I leaned closer to it, and made to bring my hands up, but was cruelly reminded of the ropes keeping them by my sides. I heaved a sigh.

A bottle appeared in my vision. I blinked down at it in confusion, before looking up at the man who held it. “Whiskey?” I prompted.

“If there’s any time to drink, it’d be now.” He nudged the lip of the bottle closer to my mouth.

I held his gaze for a moment longer before turning to it. “…Can’t argue with that.” I pressed my lips against it. He lightly tipped the bottle, letting a good mouthful flow past my lips. I choked it down, then another, then another, then another, before finally wrenching my face from it, coughing. “Jesus!”

He laughed, corking it and tucking it into his satchel. He knelt down behind me and I felt a pressure on the ropes before they snapped away. I brought my arms forward slowly, rubbing my hands over them. He stood and rounded the fire, plopping down on the other side of it. I looked up at him in confusion.

He grinned. “Gave you enough whiskey that even if you try to hop away,” He paused, his grin turning wolfish, “You won’t get far.” He stretched out languidly, finally allowing himself to relax.

Heat crept up my neck, flustered at his reasoning. “You just get all your bounties drunk?” I spluttered.

He shrugged.

I huffed, holding out my hands towards the fire to warm them. “Creep.”

“I ain’t the one goin’ around killin’ old ladies.” He retorted.

I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. “I didn’t kill her!”

“Sure sounds like you did.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Why the hell would I kill the woman payin’ me to live?” I met his gaze again.

He didn’t seem very sympathetic. Another shrug. “Lots of people wanna kill their boss.”

“Not me!”

He snorted. “I’m shoah.”

I shook my head at the fire, deflating. “I had it made working for her. Easy work, good pay, didn’t really have to talk to anyone, and,” I shrugged my shoulders, “best part of having a lady boss is she won’t let the men get away with being terrible to you.”

He stayed quiet, and I felt myself ramble more, “I mean, sure, she was a miserable old hag, mean ’n sour, but as long as you stayed out of her way and did your job, she was cordial enough.” The image of her on the ground flicked through my mind. “Shit.” I pressed my palms into my eyes, wiling them to cast it from my brain. “Can’t believe this is how it ends.”

The drink began to encroach further into my head, making my thoughts hazy. I cursed again under my breath, the reality of the situation truly, truly, settling in. This was it for me. Swinging from a rope for a crime I didn’t commit.

“You really didn’t do it.”

I scoffed, not meeting his eyes. “Been sayin’ that, haven’t I?”

“…That you have.”

Silence fell between us once more, each left with our thoughts. It felt nice to be believed by at least one person before the end.

A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered, reminded of the wet coat I was still shrouded in. I glanced over the fire at the bounty hunter, but he didn’t look up, eyes hidden under his hat.

“...Mister?”

He raised his head, and that piercing gaze met mine. I faltered, almost losing my voice to it.

He heaved a great sigh. “…Arthur.”

“What?”

He sighed, raising his hat momentarily to rake a hand through his hair before placing it back down again. “Call me Arthur.”

I smiled softly in spite of myself. “Okay.”

“…And what did you need?” Arthur prompted, as I had already forgotten. Perhaps he was right about that whiskey.

I rubbed my hands on my arms. “Do you have any… drier clothes I could wear?”

He nodded, pushing up from the ground. I watched him make his way over to his saddlebag, watched him rifle through it for something dry.

It had to be the whiskey. Or that he was the first to believe me. Or that he was really the first person I’d seen in weeks.

His back was just so… broad. My eyes followed how the muscles underneath his shirt moved, following his arms’ movements. My mind helpfully supplied how one of those big arms felt wrapped around my thighs, how that big hand felt patting my thigh, so close to…

He turned around, and I forcefully muted my thoughts, spreading a polite smile on my face. He made his way back to me, some bunched up garment in hand. I began to shrug off my coat, struggling with it as it snagged on my undershirt and held tight to my shoulders.

Arthur watched me try to figure it out, but eventually I just gave up, so fatigued from the day that I just didn’t care anymore. He chuckled, kneeling down next to me. “Outsmart you, did it?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I’ll deal with it in a second,” I offered a small smile, “Thank you.”

“I got it,” he said, and at first I wasn’t sure what he meant. He dropped the coat in his hand and moved in front of me. I watched him wordlessly, suddenly feeling very tired of talking anyway.

Arthur’s eyes met my own for a moment, searching my face. Whatever he found there, he seemed satisfied with, and he moved his hands to the buttons of my jacket. He started from the top, unbuttoning each at an impossibly slow pace, or at least it felt like it.

He smoothed his hands up to my shoulders, and gently pushed off each sleeve, taking out my arms. I shivered again, my skin now freshly exposed to the cold. I spied the slightest twitch of his lips. He reached around me, his body hovering slightly above mine, his neck an inch from my lips. I felt myself lean forward, my nose brushing up against him. His hands pulled the rest of my coat off from behind me, and he sat back, bunching it into a ball. He then took his dry coat and pulled it over me in its place, rubbing his hands slightly up and down my arms. “There,” he said, and rested back on his heels again.

I blinked up at him, my lips slightly parted. His face softened, his lips pulling down into a teasing smile. He reached out and cupped my cheek, and I leaned into it almost immediately, not caring enough to be embarrassed by it. So big and warm. “Lookit you…” he cooed, his thumb stroking my skin. “Feelin’ that drink already?”

I hummed noncommittally, too focused on the newfound warmth from his jacket around me and his hand on my cheek.

Arthur huffed a quiet laugh, “Guess that’s a yes.”

He stood, dropping his hand from my cheek, and my head dropped slightly. I sighed, snuggling into his jacket to make up for it. It wasn’t the same.��

“‘M still cold.” I complained.

“Yer insatiable.” He said, but knelt back down again nonetheless. I raised my head to meet his gaze. He thinned his lips. “Don’t think I’ve ever had such a whiny bounty.”

“Sorry, Arthur.” I mumbled, looking over at his tent longingly. It wasn’t my barn, but it would give at least some protection from this wind, as opposed to sleeping out here.

Before I could ask about it, air whooshed beneath me, and I yelped in surprise. Arthur had hoisted me up into his arms, and began to carry me to his tent. My eyes widened slightly. “A..Arthur?” I whispered, subconsciously snuggling into his chest. He was so strong, it was like I weighed nothing to him.

“You’ll just whine all night if I don’t let you stay in here.” He explained, ducking past the flaps to drop me down on the bedroll. He was probably right about that. Or maybe this was just another way of making sure I didn’t escape while he slept.

I rolled under the cover, snuggling into it as far as I could. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of him, so much stronger here than on his jacket. My eyelids fluttered closed.

I felt him sigh and enter the bedroll next to me. It was a tight fit, Arthur pressed against my back to keep any amount of cover atop him. His hand rested on my hip, heavy and possessive. “Warmer?” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. He was so close.

“Mm-hm,” I hummed, my voice barely coming out.

I thought that was it, but then…

His voice dropped lower, quieter. “…You sure?”

A shiver ran through me. What? His hand squeezed my hip lightly, pulling me closer into him. His breath ghosted past my ear, against my neck. Was he…?

I exhaled shakily, some deep part of my whiskey-addled brain telling me that this was my chance. That if there was anything that would convince this man to let me go…

Lightly, I pressed back into him, sighing when I felt his hand smooth to the top of my thigh. “Could use a bit more,” I murmured.

It was all the prompting Arthur needed. Hot lips pressed against my neck, his hand insistent on molding my ass against the hard line in his pants. My breath hitched in surprise, and I felt myself rock back against him before I could think. He cursed under his breath, dragging his hand forward and between my thighs. I attempted to part my legs, allow him better access, but was met with resistance.

Oh, right. The rope.

He laughed behind me, smoothing his hand back to grab my ass instead. I squeaked in surprise, feeling him push me onto my stomach. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of those anytime soon,” he promised. I flushed at that.

Arthur yanked me back, forcing my ass into the air. I felt his hands palm me, smoothing circles into my pants. “Looks even better like this,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or himself.

Before I could respond, he reached around and unclasped my pants (much faster than my jacket), pulling down at the sides just enough. The rope bound me mid-thigh, so he could only get my pants down so far. A cool breeze blew past the tent, and I felt a bit of it ghost against me. My face reddened, feeling all at once how wet I was. Really? I felt surprised at myself.

I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. “Arthur, are-“

A slap to my ass silenced me. I squeaked and jolted forward, the heat in my face increasing tenfold. “Dealt with enough of yer whinin’ for one night.” He bit, soothing his hand over where he slapped.

I exhaled, burying my face deeper into the bedroll, feeling my hips sway against his hand, begging for more.

His hands smoothed down my ass, reaching down to squeeze my thighs apart, to better see me, see how wet I already was for him. I hoped he couldn’t see. It was bad enough to have him feel-

“A-Ah…” my breath hitched, feeling his thumb drag down through my folds.

He hissed, sliding the pad of his thumb against my clit. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re soakin’,”

I squirmed against his touch, trying not to moan, unsure if I’d be punished again for it. He pushed his thumb back up, pressing it inside of me, and I felt myself try to part my legs again, to feel more of him, deeper, and almost cried in frustration when I couldn’t.

I heard him chuckle again behind me. “Aww, I’ll take care of you, darlin’, don’ worry,” he said, moving his thumb out to trace back down to my clit, pushing another finger inside of me in its stead. I muffled my moan into the pillow.

Arthur continued working at me, circling my clit with those deft, rough fingers of his, slowly pushing in and out of me. I pushed back against him, desperately trying to feel more, but every time he just shoved me right back where I was before, keeping up his torturous pace.

All at once, he pulled away, and I whined. Another slap to my ass as a result, and I let out a muffled groan, feeling my eyes roll back. “What’d I say about whinin’?” He admonished.

I wiggled my hips back, hearing him undo his own pants. Please, please, please. He was all I could think about, my legs desperately trying to separate, to take in more, more, more.

I almost wept when I felt him nudge against me, coating himself in the wetness he’d created. I pushed back, trying to take him in, knowing if I angled it right he wouldn’t even need to help me. His hand kept my ass steady, soothing circles onto it. “So needy…” he mocked, smoothing his hand down to my hips, to my waist, squeezing there.

Slowly, god, so slowly, he pushed into me, forcing me open around him. I moaned obscenely, unable to keep it back anymore. He didn’t seem to care this time, letting out a low curse of his own under his breath. Almost there, almost there… and he thrust into me, making me gasp at the sudden movement.

He pulled back and rammed back in, setting a bruising pace. I pushed back into him with each thrust, the ropes cutting into my thighs with how I fought against them, trying to take in as much of him as possible each time.

His hands gripped the tops of my thighs and part of my ass like a handle, using me like some kind of toy. “God-damn,” his voice came out staccato, matching his movements, “you’re so fuckin’.. tight.. for me…”

I whimpered, arching back, so lost in pleasure that I truly didn’t care what he did to me. He could have whatever he wanted, as far as I was concerned.

Drool dribbled out of my mouth, wetting his pillow. I felt limp under him, only kept upright by those rough hands of his.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his movements becoming less regular, more frantic. He swore again before pulling out of me, spending onto my ass and back.

We stayed like that for a moment or two, catching our breath, before he swiped off my back with something and collapsed next to me.

I flopped onto my side to face him, my legs still bound together. “Thank you, Arthur,” I whispered, “I’m much warmer now.”

Arthur snorted, snaking his arm around me to pull me to his chest. “My pleasure.”

The next morning I awoke alone in his tent, hearing him shuffle around outside. I blinked blearily, reaching up to rub the crust from my eyes. I yawned, laying onto my back, stretching my legs apart.

Wait. Stretching my legs apart?

I glanced down to visually confirm the sensation, finding my legs freed from the rope. I also noticed my pants had been pulled back up to cover me.

I sat up, peeking through the tent flaps. He sat at the fire, his back to me. Was he just letting me sleep comfortably before we left?

Despite the threat of death hanging over my head, I felt myself warm at the thought. This was a much sweeter awakening than I had expected.

Before I could think about escaping, or at least putting off our trip to the hangman, Arthur turned, as if sensing I was awake. "Mornin'," he greeted, his voice soft and low. I shrank a little under his gaze, and whispered a greeting back before creeping out from the tent.

Once outside, I shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around me. Arthur grunted, beckoning to me. "C'mere,"

I obeyed, walking over to where he sat. He spread his legs, patting the ground between them. I blinked down at him blankly.

He rolled his eyes and snatched at my hand, pulling me to the ground. I made a small noise of surprise, falling to sit between his legs. His arms and knees caged me in, bringing me back into his chest. This was so strange.

But not unwelcome.

I snuggled back into him anyway, not about to turn my nose up at the last physical affection I'd ever receive.

We stared into the fire for who knows how long. I almost didn't breathe, trying not to remind him that we had places to be.

Arthur squeezed me lightly, propping his chin on my shoulder. "Y'can relax," he sighed, his accent thicker now, in the morning. "'M not bringin' y'in."

What? My breath hitched, my heart beating faster. Was he serious? I turned in his hold slowly, craning my neck to look back at him. I didn't trust myself to speak.

He met my gaze, his expression unreadable.

"...Thank you," I said dumbly, breaking eye contact. Well, now what?

Now, I certainly didn't want him to change his mind.

I turned a bit more in his hold to better face him, feeling his arms adjust around me. I smoothed my hands up his shirt and met his eyes again. He watched me carefully, suspiciously, like he was expecting some kind of attack.

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him, inching my face closer to his. I watched his eyes drop to my lips, his own parting in anticipation. I hadn't noticed before, but I seemed to have some sway over this bounty hunter, readily accepting whatever touch I offered him.

I smiled softly at that, and closed the gap between us, gently pressing my lips to his. Warm.

He melted the slightest amount, his shoulders sagging, his chest leaning closer to me. He was sweeter, now, in the morning. Softer, more patient. I slipped my hands up behind his neck, scratching lightly at the hair poking out from beneath his hat. He sighed into my mouth, his arms squeezing me closer to him.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, warm and close. When we broke apart, he cleared his throat, looking past me to not meet my eyes. "You..." his voice scratched out and he cleared his throat again, "Y'can stay with me, if you want. 'Till this whole thing blows over."

I had a sneaking suspicion it would be a long time yet. I nuzzled my nose against his jaw. Staying with him was safer than anything I would try on my own. "Thank you, Arthur."

He hummed.

a/n: on a scale of 1-10 how terrible is it that i posted this from class NOT WROTE IN CLASS posted from

anyway teehee hope you enjoyed and also hope it wasnt obvious that i kinda had no idea where to go with this teehee im just a girl

(also posted on ao3 under same user)

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jonphaedrus · 2 years

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why i hate bowling (and how this resulted in me suplexing a child into a trash bin full of water)

i wasn’t going to tell a story tonight but then i rediscovered a draft of storify tweets from my since-deleted for threatening my friends with crimes so i will instead tell the story about why i absolutely hate bowling, with my entire heart and soul, to a degree that is both irrational and probably unhealthy.

first of all, i love sock puppets. so jot that down. sock puppets are fucking rad. there is something about putting your hand in a sock and pretending to talk with it that is just so...so soothing. like making a little clay dude.

second of all, i have a junior black belt in karate. as a child i was small, fast, angry, and just full of seething, roiling violence and rage.

third of all, i was not informed i was neurodivergent until i was 16. thanks, court mandated medical care!

so once upon a time in the tender grasp of 6th grade (age 12) before i did stupid things like “skiing accident” and “put my foot through a wall slip on a dog bed give myself a quite significant head injury by levering backwards without a counterbalance headfirst into a wooden floor like one of those drinky birds but in reverse and with exponential force compressed onto it” i was informed we were going to go on a field trip.

look, i’m from austin, texas. there are three field trips in austin, texas. you go to the alamo, you go to nasa, or you go to the bob bullock museum of texas history. sometimes, if you’re really lucky you go to galveston or something, but that’s almost never going to happen. it’s just alamo/nasa/bob bullock/alamo on repeat. you don’t just remember the alamo, you’ve got rocks stuck in your shoes from the alamo and you horrify your friends and get in trouble with the teachers by being a child with a hyperfixation special interest in davy crocket and giving graphic details about jim bowie’s death that, frankly, 5th graders should probably not be exposed to.

in 6th grade, we were told we were getting a very special reward: a NEW FIELD TRIP DESTINATION. and not just ANY field trip destionation—no! we were going to go to one of the best art museums in the city to make SOCK PUPPETS as a part of an art installation. WHO DOESNT WANT TO DO THIS? THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL.

6th grade cisboys obviously do not want to do this. art museums are for girls or weird kids and sock puppets are for babies.

well, fuck that: i wanted to make sock puppets. i got so excited. i picked my favorite pair of turtle socks to turn into puppets and brought them along on our hour-long bus ride, practically vibrating in my seat like oh yeah oh fuck oh yeah oh fuck im gonna get to make TURTLE SOCK PUPPETS it was going to be the highlight of my LIFE

so our bus finally parks and im like “wait. this isnt...the museum” and then my 6th grade english teacher, whom i loathed for so many good reasons but mostly that he was one of Those english teachers who would reply “i don’t know, CAN you?” if you asked him if you could go to the bathroom, etc, popped out on the front of the bus

“surprise!” he announced, practically radiating sunshine rainbows and like whatever it is that makes annoying grammar nerds decide that they need to grow up and become a heinous 6th grade english teacher that bullies neurodivergent kids with trauma, “i was KIDDING! we were never going to go make SOCK PUPPETS at that stupid ART MUSEUM! that’s KID STUFF. we’re going BOWLING with a PIZZA PARTY!!!”

like any neurodivergent child who has just had their entire day’s plan and all their hopes and dreams ripped from them, i immediately tackled him and gnawed his hands and feet off, stuck them on pikes, and paraded them around the bowling alley as a lesson to all those who should cross me.

no i didn’t do that: i cried for a while and then sucked it up and determined that i was going to have a good time anyway. despite the fact that a) i already hated bowling and was demonstrably bad at it b) couldn’t wear bowling shoes because of my orthodics c) couldn’t eat any of the pizza party pizza anyway because my mother is chabadnik and kept strict kosher d) as a chabadnik kid i was wearing a floor-length skirt which really isn’t conducive to bowling and e) I HAD FUCKING WANTED TO MAKE FUCKING SOCK PUPPETS.

anyway. there was this guy. who i had a crush on. and everyone knew i had a crush on him, including him. his name was grey (not some 50 shades of grey thing, really) and he got someone to come get me and was like hey grey wants to talk to youuuuu~~~~~~ and i was like oh (gasp) (blush) (sputter) he does???

so i went over to talk to him like hee hee hi grey hee hee and it turned out he’d just wanted to ask me some inane question and i was understandably let down and went back to my friends like w/e it’s just stupid boys shit™

only

when i arrived back at my friends

everyone was laughing at me.

which was like. not an entirely unexpected turn of events. i broke my nose twice that year. i kicked over an entire jar of soy wax candle onto my ankle and got a 2nd degree burn. i was, in general, a very weird, unmedicated, undiagnosed, orthodox jewish child with too much energy and a penchant for starting fights. getting laughed at was kind of par for the course.

only people kept laughing at me until one of my friends realized as i turned around what they’d done to me, because one of his friends had taped a sign to my back that said “I AM A STUPID BITCH”

texas public school says “we didn’t see this happen, we can’t do anything about it, not our problem!” so of course i hate bowling now. but this is not where this ended, oh no. because i had been tried. i had been bullied by this same kid all year and nobody would do shit about it. i could not stop him. i could not get teachers to intervene.

which is fine.

because, you see, if you give a furious small child with a black belt in karate and an unusually early growth spurt four months to plan, that small child with a black belt in karate and an unusually early growth spurt will bide their time, and wait, patiently, for the stars to align and the ultimate moment of vengeance to arrive.

you see, texas schools do this thing. at the end of may for the end of the school year, they have a track and field day. it’s different for every school—some of them do races, some of them have big tug of war and different sports for different grades. some are organized. some are chaotic nightmares.

my school was a chaotic nightmare of a place. they simply booted all of us outside in a normal 100f/37c day to get our energy out by running about, playing minimally policed “sports” and generally make a nuisance of ourselves outside, rather than indoors.

that year it was particularly hot, probably closer to 110f/40c than not, so they left out these big trash bins of water for people to stick their heads in or get buckets to pour over them to cool off. i had no sports i could play (see: floor length skirt, and also, you know, the eds kinds of makes it difficult to do shit) so rather than get involved in something to burn out my energy...i waited.

i waited through the semi-organized sports of the morning. i waited through our indoors luncheon. i waited until the free for all of the afternoon, when teachers were not paying attention.

i waited until the kid who had decided that it would be sooooo funny to tape a sign about how much of a bitch i was because i had a harmless crush on his friend to my back was playing volleyball. invested. entranced.

i went and got a trash bin of water, probably taller than i was, weighing at least triple what i did (i was a pound per inch until i was 13, so i was 63in tall and 63lbs at that time) and i dragged it down the hill. i dragged it over to the volleyball court. i opened the lid. i placed it, strategically, behind me.

there sat the subject of my ire. playing volleyball. he had not noticed me. every other kid had noticed me. his friends did not take me seriously. i was two twigs stuck together with sticky tac. what was i going to do to him?

well, see, they didn’t know i did karate.

i walked up behind the kid, calmly, cool as you please, grabbed him around the waist—

—and suplexed him backwards upside-down headfirst into the trash bin full of water and dropped him into it. and then i shut the lid on him as he tried to get turned around and spluttering, dusted my hands off, and walked away.

we ended up going to the same high school, and he saw me literally one time in the hallways and ran away so fast i would’ve thought he’d just been recognized by his unfinished homework or the three girls he was cheating on because he was football team quarterback. he did that for two years. literally never came within 20ft of me. fucking terrified of me.

anyway, that’s why i hate bowling. and is also the story of the time i suplexed a kid backwards into a trashcan full of water.

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Gojo x reader "Memory"

A part 2 of "Glimpse" was requested, so here it is :D

summary: after a fight that ended your relationship, you talk to gojo again for the first time

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, mention of injury (from cursed spirit), mentions of gojo's past arc, fluff + comfort in flashbacks, reader wears glasses/contacts

word count: 1,723

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

“So,” You began, hands behind your back, tone almost playful, despite your tears a few minutes prior. “How have you been?”

Satoru looked down, smiling quaintly as you strolled. “Can’t complain, but nothing to write home about.”

You nodded, resisting the urge to sigh. The conversation was going much better than you could have hoped, but you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your chest. “I saw you took in some new first years, how are they?”

Satoru seemed to light up, his tone a lot more genuine. “Well you know Megumi, and Yuuji is great. They’re talented, the potential makes me shake. Nobara’s totally crazy, too,” He said, smiling fondly.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. And as he went on, catching you up on the shenanigans of Jujutsu High, you exhaled, both out of contentment and a sudden twist of your heart.

“And with the exchange eve—” Satoru stopped as you turned the corner, completing your stroll around the school, smile dropping as pain flashed across his features. You were about to ask what was wrong, following his eyeline with concern, when you saw it.

The alley where he confessed to you. Ah, you knew things were going too smoothly.

✧

It was your second year at Jujutsu High. You two had just come back from a mission. Suguru had already gone back to his room, his clothes got quite a bit of cursed spirit on them. Satoru strolled alongside you as you two walked back from Yaga’s, mission having been reported, trademark smirk dancing on his lips. You were avoiding the eye contact, but you knew he was looking at you. The thought made your heartbeat accelerate, you could feel prickling in your cheeks, the inevitable blush creeping. “What do you want? What’s with the gawking?” You finally forced out, still afraid to meet his gaze.

“Geez, Y/N,” he leered, before more sincerely smiling. “You’re making saying this very hard.”

“Saying what?” You asked, confused despite the excited somersaulting in your stomach. Could it be?

“You probably could have handled today’s mission alone, ya know. Yaga’s wasting resources sending all three of us.”

“Oh,” You let out a breath, disappointment oozing despite how softly you sighed.

Expectations ruin everything, you pouted. But reality being a somewhat backhanded compliment, the gap was too much.

You were about to excuse yourself, run back to your room or go complain to Shoko yet again, before Satoru’s hand gently grasped your arm, turning you toward him.

He was smiling, gaze incredibly tender, and now you were really confused.

“Sorry, I almost chickened out.”

Oh. Oh.

Your breath and heartbeat immediately quickened at the realization of what was happening.

“I… really like you, Y/N. It’s been like this for a while. Do you want to go out sometime?” He smiled, hopefully, expectantly.

“No.” You replied, deadpan, holding back a laugh as you saw Satoru’s face drop in the same disappointment, hurt, and more intensely than anything else, confusion.

“Pfft,” you giggled, beaming. “Kidding. Yeah, sure.”

His expression morphed into pure relief. He rushed forward, tackling you in a hug. “Hurtful, Y/N, how could you toy with me like that?” He said in mock offense.

“Serves you right.” You said, sticking out your tongue.

✧

You were going to say something now, but bit your tongue. Really, what could you say?

Satoru cleared his throat, letting out a forced laugh. Looking at you, something in his expression seemed to twist and soften simultaneously. You couldn’t be sure you hadn’t imagined it though; his eyes were covered. While you mulled this over, Satoru promptly turned and walked away. You watched his retreating figure, unsure if you were supposed to follow. But then, he looked back. “Do you want to grab a cup of coffee?”

✧

“’Toru, I need coffee,” You pouted, leaning over the couch, glasses slipping farther off your face by the second.

Satoru groaned, having to stake out the area meant three consecutive semi-all-nighters. Despite taking shifts, you two were both seconds away from passing out. It was probably the worst mission you’ve been given, ever. Third year wasn’t looking too hot.

“Do we still have any?” Satoru asked, suppressing a yawn.

“We definitely underpacked,” You sighed. You ran out of eye drops yesterday, hence the glasses. No contacts with this case of dry eye.

“You should just sleep, I’ll keep watch.” Satoru said, despite clearly being in sleep-deprived agony.

You would’ve fought him on this, but he had come to sit next to you on the couch, stroking your hair, placing your head in his lap, and you really weren’t in a position to argue. In two minutes, you were out like a light.

Your dreams were all of him, his scent, his laugh, his voice, his embrace, his kiss. You woke up to the last one, his lips on yours. You could feel him smiling.

✧

Nursing your latte, you small-talked about the logistics of the exchange event. There wasn’t much else you could chat about. You could hardly ask him about his love life, and missions are a surefire way to ruin the mood. Wasn’t his last one to clean up after a first-grade sorcerer who went missing?

“You know the second years, and you’ll meet the first years today. They need recommendations…” He trailed off, meeting your gaze coyly. You rolled your eyes, smiling knowingly. It was almost nonchalant.

“They’ve kept Maki down long enough.”

“…so how have you been?” Satoru asked, hesitant. He clearly meant more than just the casual greeting you exchanged when walking here.

“Can’t complain,” You echoed, and he shook his head, smiling.

“I got a dog,” You offered, feeling bad about how curt your answer came off.

“No,” Satoru smiled, “really?”

“Mmhm, her name is Milkshake,” You added before mentally facepalming. Why did you have to bring that up? Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to stay calm. There’s no way he still remembered. You assured yourself. But unfortunately, his sudden intake of breath and the pursing of his lips told you that he, too, recalled it all too well.

✧

“And our star of the show, Milkshake!” The dolphin trainer announced.

You made eye contact with Satoru before both snickering, earning disdainful looks from the families next to you. From a lineup of Mark, Samantha, and Jessie, came Milkshake. “How did that happen?” Satoru whispered, shaking from holding back what was surely a booming laugh.

And then, just as you two finally composed yourselves, the dolphin trainer, oblivious to what just went down, smiled at you and beckoned for you to climb down the bleachers. You could feel Satoru’s gaze as you walked down, fumbling with fish the trainer handed you. He was definitely laughing now. You were sure he was snapping pictures. So, after getting a kiss from Milkshake, you looked up to see Satoru’s cloyingly sweet smile, blowing a kiss to you while holding up his phone.

✧

Satoru was still frozen. What choice did you have but to play it cool? “Looking back, those dolphins really deserved better. We should probably have tried to free them or something after our mission.”

Satoru, regaining his composure, chuckled. “Well, the higher-ups would have freaked. Though, I don’t really care. You’re right.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to think back, of Milkshake, of the dolphin trainer, of the families, of him.

When you snapped back to reality, you could feel that something in his demeanor had changed. It was darker, full of regret, full of pain. “Where did we go wrong?” He asked, voice low and mournful.

The question caught you off-guard. And moreover, you didn’t really have an answer. Or rather, you didn’t have one answer.

✧

He was late again. You couldn’t help but sigh. And the waiters had waited so long, too. You beckoned one over. “Sorry, I’ll just order now. Thank you for waiting.” You smiled.

Missing an anniversary? For the second year in a row? It was hard to convince yourself it was fine.

You prodded your dish, it was mouthwatering, but it didn’t quite make your mouth water. Taking small bites here and there, you managed to stall for two hours. It was really getting awkward. You asked for three refills of water already. Staring at your silent phone, you reached for the check.

✧

You waited up for him. You remembered when it used to be romantic, when he’d see your tired but relieved face and nag about you waiting again while enveloping you in a hug or immediately cup your face for a passionate kiss. But when he walked through the door, you felt nothing. “You waited up again,” he said. It sounded too much like a sigh. Too much like he was annoyed.

It might have been better if your relationship ended because you couldn’t get through some big hardship. If you broke up after the gaping hole Suguru left in your lives. If you ended things after you were so injured by that special-grade you couldn’t walk for half a year. But no. You two, be it curse or blessing, made it through every obstacle. So why was your relationship breaking in front of your eyes? Why couldn’t you do anything about it?

Helplessness was numbing. Soon, your panic and fear at the state of your relationship glazed over. You were pretty sure somewhere deep inside you still cared, but if that was true, you couldn’t feel it.

And then there was the fight. Many lines were crossed. You knew you said something irrevocable, but you vaguely recalled him hitting a nerve a few sentences prior. It was all becoming a blur. The next thing you knew, his palm, which was never anything less than tender, anything less than adoring, was about to make stinging impact with your face.

✧

“I don’t know,” You breathed, tearing up again. Ugh.

This man in front of you, it was hard to accept, harder to believe that he was no longer yours.

His entire being seemed weighed down by grief. And as he mirrored you, a tear sliding down his cheek, blindfold doing nothing to stop it, you started to sob.

At one point in time, every inch of him loved you. In some far-off memory, every inch of him was for you.

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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year

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Hi. I’m struggling a lot and I was wondering if you could write a Eddie comfort fic?

Im sorry if that’s too deep. My dad died a year ago and the holidays are really hard. Anyway. I’m sorry this is awkward lol i really like your writing.

hello! first off i am truly deeply sorry for your loss, i hope you are doing well and finding your way through the grief. second of all, thank you so much for this request and for your kind words, and for trusting my ability to at least attempt to do this request justice — i really hope i do. third of all, i'm so sorry you've had to wait and thank you for being patient with me, i wanted to make sure i was in a good headspace to tackle this but also wanted to make sure i got to it before the next holiday. i hope, again, that i do your request justice and that you find comfort in this fic. this is for you, sweet anon!

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you turn your head at the squeeze of your shoulder, meeting a soft gaze that regards you carefully yet sweetly, big doe eyes that manage to catch your attention and pull it away from your cloudy thoughts. a smile just for you, and you do your best to return it, but eddie’s expression twists a little more into sympathy when it falters on you almost immediately.

“hey. you with me? we can go, if you wanna-“

“i’m alright,” you assure him quickly, resting a hand over his and returning the comforting squeeze. “promise.”

you turn your head away, looking back towards the commotion. steve had put together quite the party, everyone in attendance; you watch him and robin bicker over something likely not that deep, yet both are firmly planted in their views, exchanging exasperated expressions and words that are tinged with humor and desperation. robin sees you watching, waves, and when you only manage a quirk of the corner of your mouth she falters slightly, glancing at eddie and then smiling at you again before turning back to steve.

eddie, who’d kept his eyes on you, meets eye with robin and you feel another squeeze before he leaves your side to approach them. they talk quietly, trying to make it not obvious they were talking about you, but steve’s worried glance your way spills the beans. you can’t help a soft sigh, lowering your head a little.

there’s a moment of guilt. you didn’t want them to feel bad for you. you didn’t want them to worry, least of all eddie; whether you wanted him to or not that boy was going to worry for you. you hold yourself at the middle, can’t help that shrinking feeling, heaviness in your gut.

the three share smiles and nods, and then eddie turns away and heads back to you, keeping his touch light and easy as he fixes a little bit of your hair, “think i’ve hit that time, sweet thing. mind if we head out?”

your heart beats a hard pump and your throat clenches. he so badly doesn’t want to make you feel bad, wants you to feel like it’s on his terms, wants you to feel okay with leaving early. eddie can read you so easily, and you’re both thankful for that and pained by it. you want to tell him again that it’s okay, if he’s really having fun you didn’t mind staying a while longer. but words die on your tongue as he pulls in closer, makes sure his eyes are all you can see, wants you to really hear him.

“it’s okay. i promise.”

just as your eyes start to water, he pecks your forehead and wraps an arm around your shoulders, leans you into him so you can hide yourself there.

“sayonara, goblins!” eddie throws up devil horns and wags his hand, the party bid their goodbyes joyfully behind you as eddie leads you out the front door, helps you up into the passenger seat of the van before driving you to the trailer.

he’d taken you right down to his room, laid down on the sheets and let you lay yourself on him, petting your hair while you hid your face in his neck and vented tears and frustration. when talking becomes too hard he rests lips against your temple and gives soft pecks, murmurs to you gently, reassuring words.

“you’re okay… i’m here… just let it out, baby, that’s it… i’ve got you…”

his love is present in everything he gives you, and even though you feel so empty, eddie is adamant in helping you feel more full with that love. you didn’t have to be okay for him, eddie would always take you as you were; there was never any pressure to put on that mask around him, because to him the mask was glass. he’d learn to see you, through and through, and you him. when everyone else heard ‘i’m fine,’ eddie could hear the ‘please help.’ and eddie would always help.

after a while you’re both sat up on the bed, cheeks since dried and now you were dressed in one of eddie’s baggy old corroded coffin t-shirts and a pair of his ratty plaid sweatpants. you have his headphones over your ears, holding the muffs firmly against you to let the music envelop you. eddie watches with a warm smile and shining eyes.

you see his gaze flit up to something behind you, a grin spreads, but before you can react there’s a light tap on your shoulder. pulling away the headphones and turning, you see wayne standing at the bedside almost shyly, looking right at you and smiling as he holds something behind his back.

“know it’s pretty early but, uhh… seemed like you could use a pick-me-up… thought i’d give you this now…”

from behind his back he procures a small-ish, colorfully wrapped box, offering it to you.

you crack a genuine smile, carefully taking the box and looking up at wayne who nods at you to say ‘go on now, open it up!’

you tear into it with a light giggle, eddie and his uncle watching with bright eyes as from within the box you pull out… one of wayne’s mugs, from the wall. your favorite one.

looking back up at him you swallow another growing knot in your throat, smiling wide but it trembles.

"now you, uhh... you c'n use it here, if you like. that's your special mug now. or-or if you'd wanna bring it home..."

“th- … thank you, wayne.”

he rubs the back of his neck, relieved you like the gift.

“don’t mention it, kid…”

#i really hope it's alright wayne is here too!! i thought of him giving you the mug cause he's not good at words but wants to make you happy #anon i truly hope this is comforting for you and that i did your request justice; i hope you’re doing okay!!!#ty to knucklehoagie for giving me some advice and reading my ramble 🥺🥺#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson request #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson comfort #wayne munson comfort #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #mine

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thebunniwagon · 1 year

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Hello again second time asking um so can you do j or n (or just both im ok with both mostly both) with a gn worker drone who is just a very happy and can’t stop smiling for some reason and is very interested by them and why they are smiling like a dumb idiot

(Sorry for asking for both I just love them both I hope you going to have an amazing day in the morning :D)

Ok, let’s see!

N and J with a friendly and joyous worker drone reader (platonic)

Loading… Loading… Loading Backstory.Exe (Yay color)

When the murder drones broke into the bunker, you and your family retreated to the evacuation spot that khan designated, you weren’t surprised when they made their way in. It was a dumb spot really, but you held out hope that maybe the murder drones wouldn’t find you.

Just as one of the drones was about to begin slaughtering you all, Uzi and another murder drone had appeared, gaining the attention of the murder drones. You made your family go hide, your parents taking your younger sibling with them, while you stayed behind to help fight the murder drones.

You grabbed an axe off the wall, rushing into battle against the murder drones. You figure the drone that Uzi brought with her could handle himself, so you rush over to the murder drone with pigtails, hoping to aid Uzi.

“Y/n?! What are you doing here?!” Uzi spat out, who just kicked a pen into pigtails, pigtails was busy cursing the durability of the pen.

“Uzi I live here!” You yelled at Uzi, before charging at pigtails with the axe you found, the murder drone kicked you down to buy herself some time to regroup.

Uzi went to pick you up, her gun pointed at the murder drone, she chastised you for being so reckless. You thank her for helping you up, but she is quickly whisked away by pigtails before she can say you’re welcome. You grab your axe, winding up a powerful throw, and chuck it at pigtails. Pigtails yells out in pain as the axe hits her left wing, causing her to fall down and Uzi managing to escape her grasp. You rush to grab the axe off the drone’s wing, as Uzi goes for her gun.

The murder drone sliced your abdomen, causing you to fall down from the pain, she pulls out the axe from her wing. Uzi pointed her gun at the murder drone, ready to fire.

“Y/n MOVE!” You held your wound and rolled out of the way, Uzi opened fire at the drone, a green beam annihilating a large portion of the evacuation spot’s wall. You got up from the floor, looking at what appears to be remains of the murder drone. Uzi was about to celebrate but quickly screamed at you to look out, pigtails held you by the throat and pointed a gun at your friend.

Uzi couldn’t do anything, she missed her shot and her weapon had to recharge, she couldn’t do anything.

“Let them go!” Uzi pointed her gun, opting to try distracting the murder drone, at least until she could figure out a plan.

The murder drones tail floats in front of your face, looking at Uzi. The tail is infused with acid that could melt anything, maybe it could work on the user as well. You grab the tail and shove it into her hand, causing her to scream and let go of you.

You kick her calf as hard as you can, causing her to fall down, Uzi picks up the axe and rushes forwards. Pigtails turns her uninjured hand into a sub machine gun, Uzi threw the axe at you before a bullet hit her shoulder, you caught the axe. You swing at her wings, slicing one them off while the other remains, the drone’s tail strikes your hand.

The murder drone that Uzi brought with her tackled pigtails, pulling her towards the open wall. She tries to fight back with a blade in her arm, slicing the friendly drone in his cheek, you reached for the axe. Picking it up, you throw it in a arch, hearing a scream from Pigtails. The friendly drone dragged Pigtails to some rebar and tied her up, she was missing her other wing.

As you collected yourself, everyone started cheering for their saviors, but stopped when they saw the friendly drone. The drone introduced himself as an angsty rebellious drone called N, which calmed down many of the survivors. Uzi then lambasted her father for abandoning her, claiming that he always didn’t believe in her, and “doing him the favor” of banishing herself. N picked up their fellow drones, while Uzi climbed onto his shoulder, together they flew out of the open wall.

You had to get yourself patched up, much to the surprise and horror of your family. Your mother made you swore to never try anything like that ever again, you promised her that you wouldn’t, but Uzi is surrounding herself with plenty of enemies.

Those murder drones know where you live, no worry, you already clipped the wings of one. Murdering the murder drones, very ironic.

Wearing a green jacket, you leave the comforts of your home, axe in hand.

You didn’t know where to look, so you look for the mountain of corpses, hoping that you’ll find traces of Uzi.

Following the trail, more corpses are present, something that you’d began to worry about.

Entering the cavern where the mountain begins, the pillar of corpses stationed as if it was a panopticon.

Creepy…

Backstory over (Yay color)

“Y/n?” Uzi spoke, surprisingly not startling you.

“Hey Uzi, came to check up on you guys” You sat as you softly grip your axe.

Uzi made you give her the axe before you could do anything stupid with it, much to your dismay. But now that you think about it, maybe a axe to their skull won’t be the best introduction to potential friends, it especially won’t go well with N.

So no killing for Uzi’s sake, wouldn’t want N to revert back into a murder drone.

You follow Uzi back into her temporary little base, it’s a spaceship that’s terribly banged up with barely any space to fit in. It’s quiet and not operational at all, but it is under repairs, or at least Uzi said so. The prisoners were under tight watch by N to ensure safety, Uzi asks you to help N keep an eye, giving a small punch on your arm as she welcomes you to the murder crew.

“Oh, Uzi made you keep watch too?” N asked, you nodded in response. N is rather strange guy, his yellow eye-things are activated, but he’s still being friendly to you. You sat by him and smiled at your tied up prisoners, pigtails and another murder drone.

N was trying to talk to V, but he was struggling to come up with words. V was either ignoring him or playing some games in her interface, you had noticed that J was look at you, looking rather agitated if you say so.

“Why are you smiling, don’t you have someplace to be?” J scoffs, a sour frown on her interface. You’re surprised, you never knew that they could talk, much less converse without murder. You continue smiling at her, before responding to her.

“I’m keeping watch, with N” She looks closely at you, still scowling.

“You’re very dumb if you think you could keep me tied up forever” You shrug, figuring that you will try to reform these drones like Uzi did to N, but you will have to help take care of these two.

“We won’t, but as long as you help us, we’ll feed you” She frowned even more, you kept up your smile, your comment definitely made her upset.

“Whoa Y/n, we can’t just starve them!” N interjected, V sighed in relief as N no longer tried to talk to her. You sighed then nodded while smiling, he returned the smile, happy to see you being cooperative.

“Fine… if you promise to do as Uzi says, I’ll let you take a bite~” you showed J your palm, maintaining your smile throughout. J’s mouth started to water, she was alright when it came to oil reserves, thanks to her slaughter back at your home. But she couldn’t resist the offer of more oil, especially if it make you squeal and wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

“Fine, but we’re still murder drones! We need oil to live, besides, I know your fragile body doesn’t hold enough for us both” J replied while giving you a slasher smile, you were surprised by her threat and how easily she agreed to your deal.

You figured that she wasn’t really going to change, but if N could change, you guess that there a slight slimmer of hope. You take a deep breath, continue your smile, and present J your hand.

She’s surprised by your eagerness to trust her, so she opens her mouth, teeth bare. She bites down on your palm, drawing oil, but you keep your smile throughout it all. She bites harder, wanting to make you at least squeal, you gruff and keep up your smile.

N was equally surprised to see you not reacting to the pain, he was happy to see you and J had come to an agreement, but was a little worried about what it took for J to agree to the price. J was never known to be very diplomatic with her victims, only promising death and suffering to those who were brave enough to face her.

Here you were, smiling against the most murderer murder drone that he knows. N’s interface displayed his pride, smiling as if he was a proud father. On the inside you were screaming from the pain, but they shouldn’t know that, your pride wouldn’t let it go. J let go of your hand, oil dripping onto the floor, licking her teeth.

“So, what’s your deal smiles? Think being friendly with us will spare you?” Said V, who was swinging her legs from the seat she was tied to.

“Maybe, maybe we could be friends one day” You look upon of your wound, the bite mark starting to sting more as the seconds pass.

“Soo… what now?” J asked, giving you a suspicious face while waiting.

“You both help Uzi! That was the deal” You replied to V, J groans out load, clearly upset with this arrangement.

J rolled her eyes, handicapped by the lack of wings, she wouldn’t be much help.

A few weeks pass by…

Somehow, V had been reformed by Uzi and her companion N. She’s more friendly to you and especially to N, but J was still rude to everyone, at least she tolerated you more than the others. J’s wounds have healed a long time ago, her wings gone thanks to your attack. She’s still tied up, but she has her own room thanks to N’s kindness.

Ever since you were able to implant J with a chip that could put her to sleep, the murder crew had given her more freedoms, although she isn’t very cooperative with anybody. Especially with you, she must really hate you the most, but she hasn’t tried to hurt you.

She often insults anything about you, trying to gauge a reaction. You don’t indulge her, preferring to continue smiling, but you appreciated her company anyhow.

J decided to accompany you and N one time, unsurprisingly hijinks ensued.

“You can practically do anything these days, the cops don’t care” N said, signaling to a corpse with a blue shirt. You wanted to correct him and specify that cops wear blue hats instead of blue shirts, but you weren’t sure and forgot about it.

J points to another corpse which was posing in a rather embarrassing manner, it’s hands trying to block something, maybe the blast of doom that killed everyone. She laughs as she pushes it over, disintegrating when it touched the floor.

“That’s nothing worry about Y/n, it’s actually pretty tame compared to what she claims she’ll do to us” N said as J began to push over other brittle skeletons, but you were confident that J wouldn’t be able to hurt you both.

A rock hit N’s head and plopped on the ground “You’re next! After I get this stupid thing off of me!!!”

You giggled as J tried to desperately claw the chip off, she growls at you for smiling at him. N giggled alongside you, gaining more ire from J as she starts to bash the chip with a rock.

“Stop J, you’re gonna hurt yourself” You scolded as she finally managed to start bleeding from her desperate attempt of escape. She hissed from the pain, clenching her hands.

You barely manage to dodge the rock that J threw in her anguish, N made sure you were ok before putting himself in front of you.

You decide that J deserves a chance to be free, even if she will tries to kill you both. You make N move out of the way, asking him to trust you.

“Look J, I know you probably don’t like me or anyone else, but I need you to trust me this once” You give her your most sincere smile, hoping that she would consider your offer. She holds out her arm, bleeding oil from the wound, small tears showing on her interface.

You carefully take out the inhibitor chip, making sure to not be too rough. J hisses from the pain, you give her a gentle smile to keep her calm and prevent her from freaking out.

“There, it doesn’t look good on you anyway. Sorry I put that thing on you”

J looks at her wound, small trickles of oil falling upon the floor. She stares at you, still suspicious of your intentions.

“Stop smiling Y/n, it doesn’t look good on you anyways” J begins to walk away from you, smiling while doing so.

N envelops you in a spine crushing hug, telling you how proud he is.

You return his hug, still smiling.

#n #v #uzi #j #murder drone #murder drones #request #thank you so much for requesting this!#request!

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mikajihiko · 1 year

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Given Mix_20 Thoughts! Can I just say my respect for Ue has increased drastically, how drastic it already was in a way I thought it couldnt get any bigger than this, but it did, and heres why! When Hiragi first reached out the Rikka, he only ever requested Ritsuka to finish the song (yes Hiragi forced him to actually do it butsdkjasd) He never said Ritsuka should follow Yuki's sound, everything else was on Ritsuka. Even Hiragi was surprised when he heard

To make it clear, its not because of Hiragi forcing him that made him want to do this song, we all know Ritsuka has no problem saying 'No'; the real reason I’ll tackle later on. But, the reason he didnt want to do it was because of the emotional weight he felt when listening to Yuki's song

Sure, first it was uncomfortable by the mere fact that it was Yuki- Mafuyu's ex and shizuragi's childhood friend. Most especially, especially after feeling the remnants of Yuki's emotions, especially when he knows how Yuki passed away, it would’ve made anyone want to quit

But again, that didnt stop him, instead it propelled him further! Mix_20 gave emphasis on the reason as to why and it’s because Ritsuka wanted to not only to give closure to Mafuyu. He also brought it onto himself to give these grieving childhood friends some closure despite it not being his responsibility, and he was very aware that it wasnt. But, he saw an opportunity to do good to others and took it. It was emotionally tolling for him, yes, but not because he was forced to make music, BUT because he wanted to do give his all as someone who is a perfectionist; He wanted his gift to be perfect

And thats not the only thing that amazes me, he also showes respect towards Yuki's music by saying he was GLAD to have listened to Yuki's song (あの曲をみつけられて良かった). And he turns the stressful experience into something positive, saying he feels very much personally fulfilled about not only being helpful to others, but as well as a self-accomplishment by seeing the proof of his own capabilities. (「ここまでやれる」それが証明できた. 今は、それが満足だ ) Mix_20

Ritsuka could’ve chosen to be selfish. Just like how initially, he had made the 2nd part of Yuki's song to sound like him, as he was responsible to finish the second half- a change Hiragi noticed (mix_9). This was when Ue felt like shifting priorities to reaching Mafuyu

The shift of knowing that Mafuyu had been feeling lonely all those times. Reading Mix_14, surely everyone understands the external pressure added on to Ritsuka as well- guilt of having fun with another band while leaving his own, slowly losing himself in this heavy process. But the message of Ritsuka's story here isnt negative- it’s showing how feeling down and anxious during stressful events is a normal thing, that everyone needs help and deep thinking for them to align themselves.

And of course because of this, Ritsuka got back on his feet as the strong person he is. Not letting the anxiety get to him, and got back to doing things his own stubborn way (affectionate). He lets go of selfishness, knowing with all confidence that his own skills can pull Mafuyu.

And so he did, and this sense of accomplishment he feels washing over him during the end of SYH debut, knowing well he has not only accomplished his goals of pulling Mafuyu but also made Hiragi shine, gave closure to those close to Yuki, and had proven himself to be capable! All the shocked faces coming from Shizuragi really make me laugh. Never would they have thought of Ue to be someone as selfless and giving, but that truly is him. Someone so kind and generous with confidence and power- "fundamentally a good guy"🙈💖

EDIT: I fixed some grammar and punctuation-ings 😭 I wrote it while moved by strong emotions, it was crazy! Needless to say, Im very proud of Ritsuka and I dont think I have the words to fully express myself. I hope this blog can emit even a bit of that feeling!

#Given #Given Hiragi Mix_20 #Hiragi_Mix 20 #Mix_20 #Given Manga #Uenoyama Ritsuka #Given Meta #Mikarambles #Volume 9 Given #Uecchi Supremacy #The real Ore-sama!

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rwateringcan03 · 1 year

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wsg, how are you?? i haven’t requested in a while and i was hoping i could request again?

it was gonna be the black phone, with maybe lee!finney and ler!robin? where robin finds out finney is tklish and he completely wrecks him?

im sorry if my requests are stressing you out, if they are just say so and i will back off.

but yeah i hope life is going well for you, and treat yourself to something nice!!

Heyy, im doing alr!

Don't worry, youre requests aren't stressing me out lmao. Im still trying to get to that carl x ron fic you wanted, I just have alot of requests to get through 💀

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one!

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Finney x Robin Tickle Fic

(The Black Phone)

The sun was bright and the air was warm. It wasn't quite summer yet, but the earth had decided that it would go from freezing and cold to warm and sunny in just a week. This meant that it was the perfect weather to go outside.

Finney was walking down the road with Robin, both squinting their eyes from the sun. They walked the path side by side, looking down at their feet trying to walk in unison. They had no determined destination ahead of them, just two friends going for a stroll. It was quiet between the two. The only sounds that could be heard was the loud humming of cicadas in the trees, peoples dogs yapping, and cars rushing past every so often. Robin sighed and looked at Finney.

"Wanna go to my house?" He asked.

"Sure." Finney nodded and they both crossed the road and walked the way to Robins place. It was only a 5 minute walk from where they were so they got there quick. Once they reached his house, they went through the gate that lead straight to the backyard. Robins backyard wasn't very big, but it had enough room to fit a second hand trampoline and a small shed, leaving a few metres of grass space.

The 2 boys spent some time on the trampoline, playing chase around the yard, but eventually they both got bored. Robin sighed and collapsed onto the soft grass. Finney joined him, both of them laying on their backs, staring at the sky.

"Suns bright." Finney said, putting his arm over his eyes. Robin nodded and sighed.

"Whatcha wanna do now?"

"Dunno"

"Think of something."

"No."

"Think of anything."

Silence.

Robin turned his head to look at Finney, and used his hand to squeeze Finneys side. "Cmon think of somethi-" Robin stopped his words to look at Finney who had his arms wrapped around his torso, a wonky smile on his face. Robins eyes sparkled amusingly.

"No way."

At that, Finney suddenly got up and ran across the yard. Robin followed him in his tracks. Both boys were giggling and running around. Finney tried to hide behind the trampoline. He then realised that was useless and tried running agian. He looked back to see where Robin was, but he tripped and fell, landing on his side. "Ow shit-" he groaned.

He then felt Robin tackle him and pin his arms to the sides of his head. "Gotcha now."

Finney squirmed violently underneath his friend, trying to worm his way out of his grip. "Rohobin gehet off" he whined. Robin gave him a grin before letting go of his arms and digging his fingers into Finneys ribs.

Finney jolted and boisterous laughter left his mouth. "AHHAHHA ROAHAHAHA" He kicked his feet as hard as he could, squirmed and bucked his hips but nothing was throwing Robin off. Robin moved his hands to Finneys armpits. Finney clamped his arms to his sides, shaking his head as hysterical laughter came out of him. "STOAAHHHAHAHA" Robin couldn't believe he didn't know how ticklish Finney was. He was never gonna let this go.

Robin ripped his hands out of Finneys armpits and shot them down to his belly and sides. Finneys kicks got weaker he stopped squirming. "PLEHEHEHEHHAHAHA"

Robin let out a laugh. "Can't believe you hid this from me!" Finney squealed as Robin pinched his sides. His face started to go red and his laughter was going silent. Robin clawed at his belly and pinched his sides one more time before stopping and letting his friend up. But Finney just lay there in the warm grass, his face red and his arms wrapped around his waist. His laughter eventually stopped, and he sat up. Robin sat down next to him.

"Wanna play a card gahame or something?" Finney said, his lips still curled into a smile.

Robin smirked. "You finally thought of something".

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ thanks for you're request! Hope you enjoyed!

#tickle commissions #tickle blog #the black phone

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unofficialsherlockian · 13 days

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(tis Bougie on anon! Hi!)

W, X, Y and N for the fanfic meme?

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about fanfic :’) (fanfic meme)

W. Favorite pairing to read is definitely Sherlock Holmes x John Watson in most any capacity (save for the platonic Elementary, unless friendships can count in a pairing, then Joan and Sherlock is up there!). Top of that is the og Doyle universe ofc. I’ll slurp up some KakaGai any day too (Kakashi x Gai from Naruto is basically canon anyways).

To write is tricky. I want to write Holmes x Watson but I haven’t found my footing yet. I think my favorite to write so far with confidence has been Linus Baker x Arthur Parnassus (idk if there is a ship name!) of TJ Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea. I felt so connected to those characters in a real unique way and writing them feels like second nature. Their voices are always in my head.

X. Im somewhere between a voracious fic reader and a careful one. Smaller fandoms tend to be voracious- I go through the tag picking stuff that sounds good to read and once I finish that, I double back and clear the whole tag out. Larger fandoms I’m very selective (stuff like Sherlock Holmes and HP have me going through with a fine-toothed comb).

Y. Personal satisfaction vs popularity - I kind of have to focus on personal satisfaction as a small time fic writer. I also have a long running background as a writer who has done a lot of original work but hasn’t published yet, so I’m always doing what feels great to me, even if it’s not what other people read.

I’m definitely not most satisfied by my most popular stories - Year one of the Slytherin Harry AU (HP and the Stone of the Immortal) has the most hits of anything rn but I think as I’ve worked on that series, I’ve gotten better and had more fun with it (I’m grateful so many people have taken a look and enjoyed that first part. I really loved writing it; it was a fun start to what’s turning out to be a crazy complicated character driven AU/rewrite. The love for that one is also pushing me to work on it more because damn I wanna eventually finish my queer Slytherin HP).

Second most hits are on Just Transport (BBC’s Sherlock told through the lens of FTM Sherlock). I’m proud of that one because of the response it got-several people said how much it meant to them. But it’s also something written by a very young guy and it shows on how I tackled certain things. I did some trans Sherlock Holmes fic since that I’m definitely more satisfied with (Pieces that Fit with Elementary’s Sherlock FTM)

Those two most popular by hits are second and third to Soulmates in Kudos and I would honestly never think about soulmates again if not for the face that many people still like it (for some reason lol). Emergancy Lighting follows that up, though and that’s one of my most favorite that I’ve ever posted, followed by a couple most recent ones, so I’m hoping as I grow as a writer, maybe it will show in the “popularity” of fics as well.

But honestly, personal satisfaction aside, I’d be happy to only have a handful of readers if they all expressed that my writing meant something to them. That kind of connection is what’s really the best with any story.

#tyyyyy #my posts #fanfic ask meme #fanfic #fanfic writer

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obeythebutler · 3 years

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Do it

im requesting

Please

Brothers Find Their Head Under MC's Skirt.

Sometimes we don't look where we walk. Or trip on things. Demons are no exception to such misfortunes, except it leads to some embarrassing situations ..@keshieowo I hope you like these!

MC is gender neutral here.

LUCIFER

Whoever was behind him is being reduced to smithereens...

One of his brothers thought it was a good idea to push Lucifer so that he would fall on MC and kiss them....innocent, right?

Well, Lucifer is a demon, and that makes it a bit hard to push him. So it was common sense to apply more force than necessary, right?

His brother didn't expect him to fall on the floor with his head under their skirt...cue a very red-faced MC and Lucifer....

After he apologized profusely, blushing all the while, all his embarrassment dissapeared when he turned around to see who had pushed him.

Cerberus won't mind playing fetch with a walking ball now, would he?

MAMMON

H-how did this happen...?! Who was behind him? Who saw?!

MC was running towards him, arms outstretched for a tackle hug, and Mammon also stretched out his arms, but he got the position a bit....wrong.

Was it Asmodeus? Levi? Belphegor? Doesn't matter, because he found himself being pushed so hard he and MC fell down...and with his head under their..ahem...skirt nonetheless...

It took him a moment to realize where exactly and in what position he was, and when he hear a camera shutter clicking he immediately lept up, apologizing profusely as he ran after his brother who took a photo of him like that..

He couldn't face MC for a week afterwards...

LEVIATHAN

This is just like that anime trope! Oh wait....ANDKKSNDJF

Levi really should not game and eat at the same time. He was about to catch this super-rare spirit when he collided with MC, and the impact sent MC falling and him under their skirt.....

It was that anime trope! But then he realized what position he exactly was in...and spluttered....

Blushing, he stood up, not daring to look MC in the eyes.

Ice-cream be damned, he's bolting over the garden fence like a monkey and escaping! Lucifer was right when he said to do one thing at one time....

And who made a compilation of it?

SATAN

He can't even get a proper word out of his mouth right now....

The anti-Lucifer League was having one of its infamous meetings, and when he came up with a spell to make Lucifer collide with random objects, it sure sounded like a bright idea!

But one needs to test first, and he thought Mammon was fit for that role. Only problem was, he accidentally deflected the spell back at himself...

And he collided with MC, who fell down on the floor, luckily their head was saved by Belphegor's pillow, but his head was under their skirt.....

It took him a second to realize what position he exactly was in, and even Belphegor was too shocked to say anything. The meeting had to be cut short...

ASMODEUS

My, my, what a compromising position he is in now....

High heels on cobblestone don't work very well, but the outfit would be incomplete without them! And so Asmodeus and MC went shopping.

But no one told them they'd run into Solomon, who was giggling to himself the whole time! Asmodeus wanted to ask what exactly had him all giggly, but when he turned around he fell. No high heels on cobblestone....

And so did MC. Luckily Solomon put a spell last minute that saved them from head trauma but Asmo's head went under their skirt....

He giggled when he realized his position, and when he stood up Solomon was blushing as he smacked him. He wanted to show them both a new dish he had cooked but he couldn't now...

BEELZEBUB

He just wanted to catch the muffin that was about to fall....

He and MC had just come back from Madam Screams with a load of goodies, some of which Beel had already started eating...

The boxes were a lot in number, so much that both Beel and MC couldn't see in front of them! They were also choked full!

So when a muffin fell, Beel immediately rushed forward, and in slow-motion it all happened

The muffin was saved, but at what cost? His head under their skirt and them both lying on the ground with strangers giving questionable stares....

Safe to say, Beel apologized as he gathered the fallen boxes and they both rushed home, red-faced, but Beel let them have the whole box for the trouble he caused!

BELPHEGOR

A sleepy cow wanders around the house, muttering and drooling. The cow is Belphegor, and he indeed has a habit of wandering half-asleep.

So when he saw MC he wanted to lean on them like a koala. Pretty innocent, right? Well, it turned out horribly.

Turns out, in his half-asleep state he tripped on an empty can and the next thing he knew he was between some thighs..

And then it hit him. He was staring at MC's underwear.....under their skirt.

The speed at which he got up was unlike him, and red-faced he apologized. Safe to say, whoever dropped the can got it thrown back at their heads...

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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I just got into the sagau, and wow! There are so many talented writers in there! I was wondering how the cult would react to a reader who likes to sing all the time! Like anything from just humming to full song but they always get embarrassed when someone catches them (BTW I love your writing keep up the good , and stay safe!)

this took me too long to do and im sorry but the concept is so cute!!! ALSO YES EVERY SAGAU WRITER IS SO TALENTED!!! Seriously!!! All of their works are super good!! Thank you for the compliments as well, it warms my heart! I hope you have a good day :D!!!

Warnings: cult behaviors, fluff :)))

With multiple cult members constantly watching your every move, it's hard to find a moment where you can sing by yourself without being interrupted. So they'll often hear you humming or singing a snippet of a song.

Venti will most definitely encourage you to sing more. He knows every song that has ever been and will ever be, but you come from a plane different from his own. You know songs he's never dreamed about. He wants to hear them, hear your voice, and if you'd allow him, learn it and sing with you.

Whenever the person you're with leaves for even a second you'll end up singing or humming a little tune. When they come back, though, you immediately stop. They can even see a light blush on your cheeks! It's immensely adorable and some, such as Yae, Hu Tao, Childe, Venti, Kayea, and Beidou will tease you about how red you are. Mostly, though, they're just ecstatic about hearing your singing voice.

All of them will compliment you on your singing. Venti, Hu tao, Beidou, Barbara, and maybe Kokomi will try to get you to sing with them. But they'll always quiet down when you do, so in turn you stop.

However, they've started to notice how you sing when you're left alone and how quickly you stop when they come back in.

"Venti, Beidou, what are you-?" Zhongli's stern voice was cut off with a harsh shush from the two.

"Listen." Venti mouthed, his eyes alight with excitement and a large grin on his face.

Zhongli raised a brow but gingerly put his ear to the door.

From behind the door they could hear you singing, "大丘丘病了二丘丘瞧三丘丘采药四丘丘熬*..."

Zhongli's eyes lit up and Venti gave him a knowing look. The three of them outside your door were entranced to your voice as though you were a siren. You very well could be with how much power your singing had over them, but none of them would really mind.

Beidou laughed under her breath, "I bet Hu Tao would love to hear this."

Suddenly, from behind Beidou a voice whispered, "Would love to hear what?"

Venti nearly shrieked at Hu Tao's unexpected appearance but Zhongli smacked his hand over his mouth, almost tackling him to the ground.

Beidou put a finger to her lips, "Listen." She mouthed.

"ヒルチャールのお兄さんが病気になった♪…ヒルチャールのお姉さんが看病して♪…ヒルチャールのお兄さんが薬を飲んでも治らない♪!!!**" You copied Hu Tao's Japanese voice line, screaming the lyrics at the end. They could hear how much you were smiling, and could almost imagine you doing her little dance.

Hu Tao looked like she had hearts in her eyes, she was zoned out with a dumb grin on her face. The longer they stayed out there listening to you sing your favorite songs, the louder and bolder you became. Soon, other acolytes noticed them all crouching around your door. Eventually, there was a large group of your worshipers quietly fangirling over your voice. It was basically a concert but one nobody planned.

But then they heard the chair you were sitting on scrape against the floor.

They ran away from your door like children hearing their parents footsteps in the hallway. Haphazardly crashing into a random chore to make it look like they were doing something.

When you had opened the door, you were a bit confused, but you were more scared that they heard you. You decided not to say anything just in case they hadn't.

Until you got comfortable singing in front of them - and they would make sure you got comfortable - they'd gather around your door quite frequently.

* Chinese version of Hu Tao's singing idle animation "Eldest Hilichurl is sick, second hilchurl looks after him, third hilichurl collects herbs, fourth hilichurl prepared (the herbs)"

**Japanese version of Hu Tao's "More about Hu Tao: I" voiceline "Older brother hilichurl got sick, older sister hilichurl took care of him, older brother hilichurl took the medicine and is never getting better!!!"

I included these two versions of her song for purely self indulgent reasons. I just... highly dislike the english version compared to the rest. It's silly, which is the point of Hu Tao, but it's supposed to be silly about death. Which in turn makes her creepier. Which is why I included these instead of the English one :))) No hate if you like it it's merely personal preference :DD and sorry if the sudden language shift confused you :((

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #hu tao come home pls pspspsps

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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let it snow, let it snow, let it snow - kaz brekker

summary: not even the bastard of the barrel could deny his partner a moment in the falling snow

warnings; none

words; 606

a/n; sorry this is late - totally forgot to post it yesterday for some reason?? also i really hope kaz's character isn't too far from his canon portrayal - with that,, hope u enjoy!!

you nursed a steaming cup of tea in your palms, the hot liquid providing a pleasant source of warmth to battle the cold draught of kaz’s office. you watched him as he worked, raising the mug to your lips every now and again and relishing in the sweetness against your tongue.

kaz’s eyebrows were furrowed as he tackled some of the snags in your newest plan - an attempt to infiltrate the emerald palace’s safe. judging by his facial expressions, it wasn’t going too well. the urge to reassure him died on your tongue just as fast as it had appeared; he would sort it out, in the end. he always did.

though you could have stared at kaz all day, memorising every freckle on his face or the way his lashes lay against his cheekbones, you forced your gaze to move elsewhere, not wanting to be caught admiring him. for once, kaz had opened his bleak curtains, the little window to the right of his desk providing a gateway to the world outside.

then, you saw it. a small flicker, in the corner of your eye, barely there but unmistakable: the fall of snow.

pure elation seized your body as you leapt up, standing on your tiptoes with a grip on the window ledge in an attempt to get a better look. your quick movements startled kaz slightly as he looked up, alarmed.

“what are you doing?”

“it’s snowing!”

he raised an unimpressed eyebrow, but you had known kaz long enough to know it held no real bearing on his feelings.

“you’ve seen snow before, y/n. how is this any different?”

“it’s not different kaz. that’s the best part - no matter how many times it snows, it’s always magical.'' your tone became less sincere as you spoke again.. “although, if you want to get technical, every snowflake is different.”

he scoffed, a sound that from anyone else would show disdain, but from kaz represented more amusement than anything else.

“poetic.” he drawled.

without a second thought, he closed his books for the day and braced his hands against his desk in standing up. in a swift movement, he clasped his cane in his palm and was headed over to the window, the gentle thud of his cane notifying you of his growing proximity.

he hovered behind you like a shadow, grey eyes fixed unmoving on the steadily falling snow. the room fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of your breathing mingling as neither dared to speak and break the tranquil spell you had slipped into.

“i suppose it is quite nice.” kaz’s gravelly voice appeared harsh against the stillness, words catching slightly in his throat as though they had struggled to escape. it suited him, though: a sharp tone for a sharp man. a tone that spat out bloody threats like it was second nature, but muttered brief yet captivating remarks for your ears alone. kaz brekker was a man of many talents, after all.

taking advantage of his current agreeable nature, you took a chance in turning to face him. despite the acceleration of his breathing, his hands remained steady as he held your gaze, quirking an eyebrow in a silent question. you didn’t move any closer in fear of making him uncomfortable, so settled for a gentle smile.

“i think i’m going for a walk. are you coming?”

“do you think i’d let you walk these streets alone? after all of the shit we’ve been through?” he asked in disbelief.

a teasing smile fought its way onto your lips.

“i thought you’d say that. now come on, before the snow stops.”

again, im still working on getting my characterisations for six of crows down (currently rereading the books again to get a hang of them) so i hope it wasn't too ooc!!!

kaz brekker taglist: @wlfstxr @lxncelot @ms-heartbreak-queen @teen-years-suck

six of crows masterlist !

december drabbles masterlist !

#becca's december drabbles!#becca's writing <3 #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x you #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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touch

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // next

part one

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!

Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.

“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.

“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.

He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.

You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.

“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.

“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.

“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.

“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.

“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”

You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.

“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”

The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.

“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.

“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.

“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.

“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.

As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.

“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.

“evil?” Natasha offered.

“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.

“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”

Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”

Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.

“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.

Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.

Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.

Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.

“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.

Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.

“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.

You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.

You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.

The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.

You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.

“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.

“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.

Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.

“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.

“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.

As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.

Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.

“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.

“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.

“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.

“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.

You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.

You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.

Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.

Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.

He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.

“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.

“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.

“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.

The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.

“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.

“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.

You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.

Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.

He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.

Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.

He could hold onto you, his hope.

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faegirly · 2 years

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I see you still have requests open. Could you write g/n reader being let go from Inazuma once the vision hunt degree comes to an end, and reuniting with Kokomi after being locked in there for months (because they got captured so Gorou could take Kokomi to safety after they got overwhelmed in battle)

Hope you're doing well, and thanks

hello there 💫 im doing ok thank you, and im more than happy to write for you again. though i apologise deeply for how long it took. life... was being life and i got carried up with it but I hope you enjoy this ✨

Promises Finally Fulfilled - Kokomi x Captured General Gender Neutral Reader

it wasn't supposed to end like this. yes war is unpredictable, and no matter how much you plan, things can go aray but this... it was not meant to end like this, with you away from your home island, locked in a cell too frigid and unforgiving to describe, huddled in the damp corner of a prison with several others who'd done nothing more than be favoured by the gods, shivering so badly it felt like each shake was fracturing your bones, waiting for a miracle or the end of all hope.

no matter how many days or weeks or months it had been since that windswept battlefield, every second of that last minute at the High Priestess Sangonomiya Komomis side was fresh in your mind. all you could do to pass the time was remember, and let the weight of your agony at being apart from her and your men and your home push the stiff cold of the stone wall behind you deeper into your flesh.

it was a feeling beyond cold, beyond freezing. it was the unyielding frozen grip of frostbite perhaps, a sheer cold that sank and bit and tore through flesh and muscle and bone, scraping talons of splintered ice against your marrow until the ache of it numbed and throbbed from the within the deepest parts of you. you couldn't even escape into your thoughts because all you could see was-

the wind slapped against your skin as you shot arrow affer burning arrow into the throng of kujou commission soldiers, flames ripping out of you as you called for one last push, one last attack.

"WE CAN'T HOLD THEM OFF!" Gorous strained call rose into the roaring breeze, straining to keep his defence up around his squadron while firing arrows as quickly as possible.

he wasn't wrong, but with gritted teeth you knocked a soldier aside and called back, "We can! Just one more-" but before the cry of hope left you, you spotted a flash of brilliant purple light crackling against the pale sky.

squinting and stilling yourself in the blur of watatsumi soldiers and kujou commission officers, you focused as much as was possible on the archer, only for the air to be snatched from your lungs and lost in the violent winds as you saw then heard General Kujou Sara order, "Enough! Arrest all the vision holders! Now!" before letting her arrow fly free, tearing a sharp line through the air around you before striking true in the chest of a young watatsumi solider.

you could see the unwavering determination in her eyes, crackling like the electeo energy on the end of the new arrow she was knocking against her bow, but the cries of your men and fellow soldiers around you as they were shot down, tackled and slapped into chains and shackles.

your eyes span all around the chaos, breath tight in your throat as your heart pounded in your ears. this couldnt be happening. you were so close, but just as you were beginning to lose your footing in the sand, you spotted Kokomi.

your priestess was strong but there were so many soldiers with polearms jutting towards her, ready to take her away. capturing her vision would be a sure win for the Shoguns army, and just the thought of that being a possibility made all the adrenaline in your blood turn to blazing fire.

"YOUR EXCELLENCY!" you roared, launching forward towards the ambush as you drew three arrows, all of them igniting as you knocked them against your bow. scalding hot steam rolled out with your breath between clenched teeth, your heart hammered like a war drum in your throat and as you skidded and then rolled to kneel between the soldiers and Kokomi, you released the arrows into the dry grass before you.

in a searing bloom, the grass caught flame, knocking the soldiers for the Shogun back just enough for you to turn and order to Gorou, "GET HER OUT OF HERE!"

Kokomis eyes blew wide, a strained retorn bursting from her lips, "No! I'm staying with-"

"I will not let them take you, Kokomi! I can't let that happen!" you insisted, eyes burning with sincerity while also trying to take in as much of her graceful form as possible. who knew hpw long youd be captured for. if this was the last time you'd see her, you wanted to take in all she was.

the priestess's eyes filled with tears as she firmly shook her head, "No, I wont leave you behind. I can't!"

the war around you seemed to blur and slow as you looked up from where you knelt before her. she shone in the pale spring sunlight, her ceremonial garments gleaming about her, reflecting against her face and blushed cheeks. you grinned softly and taking her hand, pressed a soft reverent kiss to her gloved knuckles before meeting her eyes again and muttering, "It's alright, your excellency. When the Vision Hunt Decree ends, I will return to you. I promise." and with one more breath, you shot to your feet, ordered Gorou once more, "Go, General! Get her to safety! Now!"

and as he agreed, pushing down his own reluctance to see you taken away, you smiled at them both then ran back into the fight, running into the neverending waves of Shogunate soldiers, doing your best to ignore Kokomi calling your name as it became more and more distant, as your arrows and bow were knocked from your hand, you were tackled to the ground and infront of your fading priestess's eyes, your vision was snatched from the middle off your breastplate.

the vibrance quickly faded from the world as you lay in the dry grass, the clarity of where you were dulled not long after and though you could remember why you were being held down, you could still hear Kokomi calling your name.

you groaned and pulled your knees further into your chest to ward off the drafts that would wind through the cells during the morning count, teeth chattering as the heavy boots of the Shoguns officers echoed from the hall beyond.

you'd lost count of the days, and were beginnning to not bother anymore since the Shogun's determination to enact eternity was immovable and unchangeable, so on this cool morning as the officer stopped before your cell, you gritted your teeth and pushed yourself to stand, prepared for the regular brutality they usually enacted on their prisoners, only to find the cell door wide open.

you blinked at the open space before you, not really seeing anything different about the narrow hall before you and the chill gnawing against your ankles, only for the officer to say, "Inmate number 87-654, captive General of the Watatsumi Island Army."

those words... that title... it sparked a memory in you that was so far buried in your subconscious, it made a different kind of shiver run through you. this time it wad warm, skittish and...

"As per the end of the Vision Hunt Decree, your pyro vision is being returned to you." the officer sighed.

you still couldn't quite understand what he was saying beyond trying to process the odd familiarity the title of General of the Watatsumi Island Army gave you, but as the tall man stepped forward and placed a clear circular disk framed in gold in your palm, a shock of burning heat exploded in your veins. it sent you shaking on your feet, eyes blowing wide as a torrent of memories moving too fast to process roared through your mind. the air was steaming, the crisp light cutting through the bars on the window across the hall slicing and burning into your eyes, but when you finally blinked your sight clear and found a brilliant red pyro vision in your palm, a shaky breath escaped you. you finally remembered.

"Your record has been cleared, General" the officer said, and when you finally lifted your eyes to his he grinned and nodded, "You're free to go."

the words hit your heart as surely as your arrows would hit their target, sharo and true. how long had it been since you'd fired one, how long since you'd fought with brazen bliss as flames as beautiful of as sunsets tore out of your very being, how long since you gave your all to defend your priestess...

"Kokomi..." you rasped.

and the officer nodded, "I'm... I'm sure she's anxious to see you returned safely. Get going would you?"

and at his surprisingly supportive comment, you broke into a smile, nodded firmly and tripped over your feet out of the cell, slowly but surely picking up speed into a run back towards your long departed home.

as soon as news of the end of the Vision Hunt Decree met the ears of Kokomi and Gorou, their first thoughts were to you and no sooner had they burst from within the palace and hurried down the steps did the guard at the base call up, "Your excellency! It's-"

but she could already see you, panting and trembling on weak legs up through the flourescent grassy plains of Watatsumi Island, face matted with tears and dirt, but shining with a renewed hope in your eyes that burned as brightly as the pyro vision clutched tight in your hand.

"General!" Gorou cried out, a sky wide smile bursting into a laugh as he and Kokomi raced down to meet you, his tail batting wildly at his back with every step he got closer to you.

the shimmering light of the clear crystaline sky still seared into your eyes but with each footfall closer to those familiar voices, now raised in hope and life, brought the warmth and strength back into your body. it only took a few more blinks to adjust go the intensity of the glow of Watatsumi Island and after a few more steps, your body collided with the general and the high priestess.

"You're back! Oh my- you're back you're back!" Kokomi squealed, holding you as close to her as possible. her heart was wild with relief, and as she pulled back to look you over, her ephervescent eyes gleamed like luminescent sango pearls in perfect moonlight.

"You came back." Kokomi sighed, her fair cheeks dusted with a warm blush.

and you, gazing up at her for a moment, pulled back just enough to take her hand in yours and press a kiss to her knuckles.

a seasalt scented breeze picked up and swirled around you as you gazed up at her once more, a kind warm smile on your face as you whispered, "As I promised I would... your excellency."

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