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ashdreams2023 · 1 year

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Detention

Summary: So the student reader gets detention by Snape and she has to go to Umbridge for it. The next day, Snape steals a glance at her hand and takes a look at it, not knowing it was Umbridge who did that to her. He then feels guilty because he was the one to have send her to Umbridge. He does go and confronts Umbridge about it, protecting the reader. Something like that?

Requested by: @inner-sparkle-inner-writings

Severus snape x reader

Detentions weren’t something new to you, everyone got them, you’ll have to be a perfect teacher’s pet to avoid them completely, and that was the furthest thing from you.

To be fair you didn’t go looking for trouble, you just happened to find yourself in the middle of it, you tried to avoid it as best as you could but you weren’t that slick.

But this year it was different, you had to avoid them, you’ve seen how some of your friends got punished and it was starting to stress you out, you’ve tried to follow every dumb rule that pink woman threw at you but your patience could only run so far, your breaking point was when Draco pointed out that you were too close to one of your male friends and you just snapped.

After a few cuss words and multiple hexes Professor snape came to end that ruckus and gave you detention with the pink demon herself.

“Sir, can’t I have my detention scrubbing the dungeon floors?”

Professor snape raised a brow at that “as much as that sounds appealing young lady, I have more important things to deal with so off you go” you honestly wanted to cry right then and there, it was unfair, especially since Malfoy got nothing but being sent to help in the greenhouse.

You dreaded that upcoming detention like it was your execution day, your friends couldn’t even comfort you because they knew it was gonna be awful.

And it was, your hand ached for hours afterward, and writing made it even worse, you weren’t a little first year but that thing stung like hell.

By the next day, you were more than grumpy, you didn’t talk to anybody and kept scratching at your wound in frustration.

It was lunchtime when professor snape came by your table strolling, he didn’t say anything at first then his eyes fell on the engraved words on the back of your hand, he was confused, to say the least, you wouldn’t do this to yourself…

“I would like a word with you young lady if you would” he took you to one of the empty halls and demanded you tell him what that was about, and you already had enough of everybody that morning and just threw it at him.

“It’s my detention professor, the same one everyone was getting, the one every adult in this facility seems to find acceptable, even on first-year students!”

Snape paused, he felt his blood run cold, this was the lines that Umbridge claimed to be giving the students! He might be strict and unfair at times but that was straight-up abuse and you had to go through that because he didn’t want to deal with stupid detentions.

“I…I need to speak with professor umbridge and here” he handed you a small bottle “it will help not get it infected” you blinked at him then nodded while taking the bottle.

“Professor…what are you planning to do?”

Snape huffed “what I should’ve done a long time ago” that pink toad has something coming to her if she thinks she can continue doing this while he breathes.

#imagine #severus snape #severus x reader #pro severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape fanfiction #platonic severus snape x reader #severus snape headcanon #severus snape x you #severus snape fluff #severussnape #harry potter requests #harry potter fandom

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xinyansho · 2 years

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Hello!

I may have a request for you!

Can I request Childe, Diluc, and Kaeya (can add more characters if liked) with an s/o who’s really clumsy and would carelessly pick at the scabs afterwards??? If not that okay! Have a good rest of your day/night!

(Sorry I’m not the best at explaining…)

Ofcc!!! It's perfectly fine u explained it perfectly

I lowkey have this problem too😭

Probably more than likely ooc

Very ooc for diluc

Kaeya and Diluc with an S/O who picks at their scabs

Kaeyaএ

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You had just come home from the church you body still feeling the affects of your last battle. You didn't expect to be attacked by treasure hoarders so randomly at night but still they left horrible marks and going to the Cathedral didn't fix your headache. You sat down on the bed you thought about what had just happened to you and you hated how you didn't defend yourself. It's not like you couldn't it's just you we're scared and you can't fight when your scared you we're so lost in thought that you started picking your scab in deep thought and it so happened that Kaeya had just came home too. "Y/n?" he called out you turned around very fast and yelled "I'm in here Kaeya!" you felt something trickle down your side and looked seeing a little red stain oh your hand you reopened your scab. Just as Kaeya entered too "Oh wow your bleeding I thought you already went to the Cathedral?" He places his stuff down and started inspecting you he ended up grabbing the media in the bathroom and fixing it up for you, and after you told him that you had just reopened it by accident he gave you an annoyed stare. "You know buying medical care is expensive and please try to stop picking or reopening your wounds.." You gave him a sorry look he knows you don't do it on purpose it just happens. You both ended up cuddling with each other for the rest of the day and falling asleep in each others arms.

Dilucෆ

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You worked at the dawn winery and you helped in the garden in the very front so of course you would always get little cuts and bruises whenever you did your job. You always promised Diluc you would be more careful but you can't help it sometime you know. You we're picking weeds when it suddenly brushed against your scab, that kinda hurt you thought so you picked it, let's say you forgot your gloves today and you could run back and get them but it's easier to just get it done with right? As you finished picking your scab you got right back to work and your hand felt a lot better, now the pain of the weeds wasn't bothering you anymore. You finally finished the entire garden (let's just say it's a little bigger than in game) the moonlight looks so beautiful you thought but your thoughts were interrupted by a certain red haired male as he rested his head on the back if your neck. "Why hello Darling." you smiled and waved hello back. Only for your hand to be taken from you and inspected "Y/n what is this on your hand?" he said "What do you mean, ohhhh it's probably dirty I've forg-" you we're cut off when he showed you your hand it looked infected You gasped. "OMG DILUC MY HAND!?" you screamed “YES I KNOW" he replied rushing you into his manor he grabbed his medkit and started tending to your hand." How did this even happen?"" Well I forgot my I was rushing today and forgot my gloves but I also had a scab on my hand and it hurt while I was working sooo... I picked it." He gave you the most annoyed stare ever." Y/n you literally live here WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST GET YOUR GLOVES? "WELL IT'S JUST EASIER FOR ME TO DO THE WORK SINCE I WAS ALREADY DOWN HERE AND I DIDN'T WANNA GO GET THEM BECAUSE I'M LOW-KEY KINDA LAZY!" he gave you an annoyed stare and tightened your bandage "OWW" You shouted he took you too your room and let you bath and get ready for bed and you too cuddled for the rest of the night.

OMLLLL I'm so sorry it took so long I apologize I didn't know how to start it off an sorry for the ooc diluc I hope you enjoyed it tho and thank you sm for requesting <3

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ghostiewriter · 1 year

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omg i need a little smut or fluff from the risk au 👻👻

“Ow!”

“Stay still.”

“I am!”

“You are literally about to fall off the toilet.”

“Bossy.”

Kiara shot the boy a look before raising the antiseptic wipe to his face again, gently cleaning around the edges of the cut along his eyebrow. It had been a sneaky little puck and a very odd angle that resulted in the injury, and she knew without a doubt it probably hurt a lot more than the bruised cheek and busted lip he got from the brawl that occurred afterwards.

But it was hard to have sympathy for the blond when he kept ripping his head away from her touch and pouting like a child.

“Jay,” she let out a sigh of exasperation and the boy let out a whine.

“It hurts!”

Kiara blinked. “No shit, that’s the point.”

JJ flashed her those puppy dog eyes that usually worked—emphasis on the usually. “Can’t you kiss it better or something?”

“Yeah, cause nothing screams love like infecting a wound,” Kiara deadpanned before grabbing his chin in her free hand. “Stay still, I’m almost done.”

“Do you think I’ll get a cool scar from this?” JJ asked because the blond was truly incapable of staying silent for less than thirty seconds, even if the cut on his lip was probably pulsing in pain.

“You wish,” Kiara teased.

“It would be kinda hot, no?” JJ murmured and wiggled his eyebrows, only to let out a small wince at the action.

Kiara didn’t hold back her snort this time. “Yeah, real fucking sexy.”

“You’re meant to be the doting and affectionate girlfriend who comforts me,” JJ whined like a child as his hands found the back of her thighs, keeping her locked in the position between his legs. “This isn’t doting or affectionate or comforting in the slightest.”

Kiara’s eyes glimmered in amusement. “What is it then?”

“Bullying,” he stated bluntly.

“My poor baby,” she cooed softly as she leaned down to press a chaste kiss on the top of his head before moving to put away all the first aid supplies she had sprawled across the bathroom counter.

“I know a few things that would really cheer me up,” he supplied as he leaned against the wall, watching her as she packed everything away.

“You won the game, JJ,” she said like he could forget.

“But I’m mourning the loss of my pretty face.”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Eh, still look pretty to me.”

JJ’s grin was wild and primal. “Pretty enough to sit on?”

“Nice try,” she laughed as she walked back towards him, taking his face in her hands and gently stroking the bruise on his cheek with her thumb. “You’re celibate until you’re better.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head. “What?!”

Kiara had the audacity to laugh at his expression. “Can’t push you too much, baby. What would the world say if I injured Harvard’s best player even more?”

“I think your dad would be pretty happy,” JJ shrugged and quickly caught her hand before she could slap his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Kidding.”

“You’re hilarious, Maybank,” she murmured with a shake of her head.

“You still fell in love with me regardless, baby,” the boy grinned, the action so boyish and adorable she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah, I did,” she said with a sigh. “C’mon, go get changed and I’ll get us some food. I wanna watch the next episode of Criminal Minds before Eli and Jo catch up.”

JJ watched her leave the bathroom with parted lips. “You didn’t wait for me to say I love you back!”

“Oh please, my ego isn’t as fragile as yours, baby,” she called out from beyond the bathroom and the boy could only snort in response. “But I won’t stop you from saying it now.”

“I love you, Kie!”

“I know!”

“Minx,” he murmured under his breath with a laugh.

#ghostie's 1k celebration #jiara #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx fic #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction #hockey au

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ibuki-loves-you · 2 years

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You open? If so, can I ask for the protagonists catching the reader S@lfh*rm? I'm kinda in the mood for comfort. Its ok if you don't wanna do this!

Hajime, Shuichi, and Kaede finding their S/O self harming

Warnings: Self harm, gender neutral

Mod Ibuki: Enjoy! Hope you're okay!

Hajime Hinata:

Hajime was beyond confused. He had zero idea what to do. He didn't know whether to run and get a first aid kit, hug you, or get someone more experienced.

He finally decided to give you a hug first. A tight, careful hug. He didn’t wanna hurt you anymore than you already were but he needed to know that you are there and alive and your heart is beating.

“Why.”

That was all he asked. Just why. When you told him, he lost it. He wasn’t angry but he raised his voice. He was just scared, so scared of losing you.

“That’s not true! Not remotely! Why would you think that!?”

When Hajime saw your reaction to his yelling he immediately toned it down and apologized, hugging you again and comforting you after his little outburst. This is what happens when he’s scared, and he knows he’s got to fix it. He feels bad because he lost it for a second when you least needed it.

After comforting you for a bit, he grabbed a first aid kit and began bandaging you up. Mikan taught everyone first aid basics, so he kinda knew what he was doing. Enough to patch you up and make sure your wounds are clean.

Afterwards, he got a blanket and wrapped you and him in it. On the bathroom floor. He wanted to talk. Almost like a therapy session. He wanted you to vent for as long as you needed to. Just get everything out, you know?

“I want you to know I love and care for you. I hate seeing you hurt and this broke me. I love you too much to stand by and watch you suffer. So please come to me from now on. I’m here for you.”

Shuichi Saihara:

Shuichi cried as soon as he saw you. He ran straight for you and held you, petting your hair and sobbing. He was always so sensitive to death and injury, seeing it on his lover made him instantly break down.

“B-Baby…why honey why.” “I-I’m hurting, Shu.” “I know baby, I’m s-so sorry.”

After a long hug he got a first aid kit and began wrapping your wounds, making sure they were clean and won’t get infected. Tears were still falling down his cheeks, one landing on the bandage. When he saw the tear stain, it made him start sobbing all over again. Luckily, he was almost done, so he finished quickly and hugged you close again.

Shuichi asked you to talk to him. Tell him everything you’ve been feeling. Why you did this, what led to it, etc. It was almost like an interview. He just cares so much, he needs to know everything that was going through your head so he can piece together how to help you.

Once you told him how you were really feeling, everything hit him hard. So that’s why you’ve been a bit off. Maybe if he said something this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if he gave you a hug that day in the restaurant. Maybe if he-

No, he needs to stop overthinking. This is about you. You need him right now.

“Baby, I promise you. You aren’t a burden, or a negative person. You are the light of my life. You make me so happy. You make the world a brighter place for me. So please, hold on for me.”

Kaede Akamatsu:

Kaede froze. She needed to process what was going on in front of her. It didn’t hit her that you, her love, had hurt themselves purposely.

“My love…?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. It was when you shakily lifted your arms for a hug that she snapped out of it and ran to hold you. She hummed and rocked you back and forth while you cried, calming you down.

Kaede didn’t wanna pull away, but she had to clean your wounds. She slowly backed up and reached for a first aid kit to begin patching you up. She didn’t know anything about first aid, so you and her watched a Youtube video on how to properly patch someone up while she followed along. When she finished, she wanted you to talk to her about what happened. What caused this pain?

“What happened, honey? Please tell me.”

While Kaede was rocking you, you were stumbling on your words and venting to her. But she understood. She caught what you were saying and the parts she didn’t, she didn’t ask for you to repeat. She knew this was hard enough as is, you didn’t need any more stress.

She was frowning into your shoulder when you finished. You really felt like that…? Kaede didn’t know what to say except positive things. About you. Your looks. Your shining personality. How wonderful you treated her.

“I promise you! You are amazing, baby! No really! You are! You’re my sunshineee, my only sunshineee, you make me happyyyy, when skies are greyyyy. Hehe, you’re a beautiful person lovey. I love you.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #mod ibuki writes!#sdr2 #drv3 #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #kaede akamatsu #kaede akamatsu x reader

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you-cant-fuck-megaman · 1 year

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the maverick guide is absolutely amazing!! thanks for putting in so much work to try and make sense of stuff that Bob Capcom himself couldn't explain.

anyway, I guess Zero and Sigma aren't on the list cus they're anomalies that would mess up the data, but how would you class them?

thank you! the X series is my favorite subseries, so i like going into it.

zero would be Built / Resurrected, since he was intentionally designed by Dr. Wily to be a walking buzzsaw of destruction. he's kind of an asshole like that. he's not anymore because he was designed to be the worst evil robot ever designed ever and so getting infected with the maverick virus made him a good boi (no, really. no, really, that's actually canon), but he's still intentionally designed for every problem to be solved with at least three stab wounds and a few unnecessary flips. and, likewise, he died and then came back multiple times. so, pretty cut and dry.

sigma is a little bit interesting, partially because of how utterly fucked the X timeline's story is. Bob Capcom did not give a single shit when the X series started, inafune didn't actually have much of an end goal for the series, much less a start.

even reading past the obvious haha-funny slice-of-life anime-work-comedy, by their own admission the development of megaman X was pretty horrific. megaman game development in general almost always tends to be extremely hectic and painful, there aren't many games with positive stories behind them. sigma was kind of slapped in as an antagonist, and as of X1 and X2, he just turned evil for unclear reasons. humans limiting reploids. somehow. so you could declare him Lol.

X3 introduced the maverick virus as a story concept, which was what caused Sigma to get fucky, so you could declare him Viral. X4 introduced the fact that the maverick virus came from Zero and Sigma was infected while trying to defend his troops from the red bastard, so you could declare him Unfortunate. inafune was truly and completely flying by the seat of his pants.

the man left the series after the end of X5, and as impressively aerodynamic as inafune's pants were, Bob Capcom's deployed replacement for him had no pants to fly by. X6 to X8 didn't change much with regards to Sigma's motivation, but after the series had "ended", inafune got an extra set of pants and wanted to restart the series to make things a little more cohesive. perhaps X could actually be the main character of the Megaman X series this time, instead of Zero's sidekick. to that extent, Megaman Maverick Hunter X's story is a little more fleshed out, and even gives Sigma a clear motivation. he believes that reploids are chock full of potential, but working underneath humanity limits their potential--evolution requires people to struggle and to suffer, and so by starting a war, he can make reploids take the next step. X's infinite potential because of his ability to worry (????) is something that fascinates him, and so he wants to push X to the brink and turn him into a war machine. so, to that extent, that's pretty clearly Intentional!

but then the reboot sells like three-day-old McNuggies during Lent, so the reboot series is cut off. and any attempts at furthering the storyline there along with it kind of gets put in the mud. usually, when it comes to media storylines, it's always the most recent entry's iteration of events that takes precedence--"retcon" is a portmanteau of "retroactive continuity", the process of new information rewriting over things that happened. but if, in doing so, the retcon introduces new information that conflicts with the information that comes afterwards, how the hell do you handle it? what IS sigma's deal? do we take the new motivation from the new timeline? is that caused by the Maverick virus? or is it something he'd felt the whole time?

if you have a friend who knows about touhou, ask them about what happened in the lunar wars. it’ll be great. honest.

and likewise, what the hell is his final fate? Sigma's a pretty clear candidate for Resurrected, given how often he dies and comes back. but the ending of X8, spoiler alert for the twelve others that don't know and sincerely care about plot in megaman (i'm the 13th), has Sigma straight-up Retired at the hands of Lumine. dude's completely wiped out in a remote area, with nowhere to spread his virus, surrounded by a host of people immune to his virus and turn into him for funsies. the idea was for Lumine to become the new Big Bad Evil Guy of the series, and a fat lot of opportunity that got. but as far as any post-X8 story is concerned, Sigma is gone for goodsies. even the stories set after the fact, like the Elf Wars and Command Mission, don't have him around coming back. which is good, honestly, i find the X story more interesting when Sigma isn't the main focus.

THAT BEING SAID I CAN FUCKING GUARANTEE YOU THAT IF CAPCOM MAKES AN X9 AND SETS IT AFTER THAT, THAT MR. CLEAN-LOOKIN' TIN-ASS IS COMING BACK BECAUSE OF THE GODDAMN STATUS QUO

but yeah for now i'd classify him as Intentional / Retired and sigma balls

#megaman x #mega man x #rockman x #megaman #mega man #rockman #sigma #mangoguise #ask

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Could we see more of the interrupted date with Midge and Lenny at the hospital with Kitty?

By the time they get to the hospital, Kitty already has stitches and a bandage around her hand, and she bursts into tears, likely not for the first time that night upon seeing her father.

Lenny holds her in his arms tightly, soothing her, and pacing back and forth. "It's okay, Kit. You're gonna be okay."

Midge watches from the doorway of the little exam room, holding Lenny's coat and letting him do the dad thing.

He's really good at it. She can tell just by the way he holds her in his arms and kisses the side of her head. He's really, really good.

She steps into the room and sets his coat down carefully.

Lenny turns to her and hesitates for a moment before taking a breath. "Kit, do you wanna meet Daddy's friend?"

She nods, though she's still teary-eyed and tired-looking.

"Kitty, this is Midge. Midge, this is Kitty."

Midge beams and steps over. "Hi, Kitty."

Kitty waves with her good hand and rests her face against her father's shoulder.

"Kitty," Midge says, grinning. "Did you know that you're the bravest little girl in the whole world?"

Kitty looks up at her and shakes her head.

"You are," Midge tells her. "I had a friend - a grown-up friend - who cut his finger while chopping an onion. It wasn't even very deep. He didn't have to go to the hospital at all. We just put a bandaid on it. And he cried and yelled about it for hours afterwards. And look at you. You had to get your whole hand stitched and bandaged, and you're not kicking and screaming at all."

Lenny tilts his head at Midge, clearly wondering who this mystery friend might be.

"It hurts, though," Kitty sniffles.

"I know it does," Midge assures her. "But you," she goes on, reaching out to poke the little girl in her little nose. "Are very, very brave. And I bet your dad is very proud of you."

"You bet I am," Lenny agrees.

"I got blood on me," Kitty tells them, tugging at her little dress.

"We can fix it," Midge assures her. "It'll be good as new."

"Really?" Kitty asks, hopeful if still sad-looking.

"Oh yeah, easy," Midge smiles.

The doctor comes in then, and Midge stops when she sees Mei.

"Mei," she says, grinning a little. "Hi."

"Oh. Wow. Midge," Mei says quickly. "Uh...hi. What uh..."

"This is Lenny," Midge introduces them. "My date tonight, and his daughter who had a little accident with the babysitter. Lenny, Kitty, this is Mei. She is my ex-husband's fiancee."

"Hello," Lenny nods, still mostly paying attention to Kitty.

Mei takes a breath, obviously trying to steady herself a little. "Right. Hi. So Kitty is going to be fine. Bring her back in a couple of weeks to get her stitches out, and give her baby aspirin for the pain. Keep it dry and clean to avoid infection."

"We can do that," Midge grins.

"Good to take her home?" Lenny asks.

Mei nods. "Good to go."

"Thanks, Mei," Midge grins. "See you at family dinner next week."

Mei tries for a grin. "Sure."

"Okay," Lenny says, grabbing his coat and Kitty's as well. "Time for all wounded little girls to go home."

"Can Midge come?" Kitty asks.

He frowns, and turns to Midge. "Well...nobody's eaten yet...we could get some takeout on the way home..."

Midge grins and shrugs. "Sure. I'll show you how to clean that dress after dinner."

"Thank you, because I have no idea," Lenny admits.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #Mei Lin #Kitty

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thedilucharem · 2 years

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Two Perpetually Broke Geo Dudes Hike Up Dragonspine for the Deceptively Believable Commission Worth 500,000 Mora (Interlude)

We now take a brief break for a word from their former sponsor friend who invited these clowns out here and the people affected by their actions, as you're probably wondering why they were in Mondstadt to begin with.

Part I, Part II, Part III

At the crack of dawn in the infirmary wing of the Favonius Cathedral, Eula lies and contemplates on what and how she got here in the first place, which could arguably be as painful as the circumstances themselves.

She's propped up with bags of ice set around her sides and on her chest with minor wounds already patched up and covered. Her usual clothes have been swapped out for a cotton gown.

Eula: (stifled groan) Ow . . .

Nurse: Ah, you're awake! (rushes to Eula's side) How are you feeling?

Eula: (looks up at the nurse) (blearily) Like shit.

Nurse: (nods) I would assume so. (observes her breathing and condition) Hmm. Let me fetch the deaconess and have her take another look at you, okay?

Eula: (nods) (weakly) Thanks. (tries to breathe through the pain)

A few moments later, Barbara comes in alongside the nurse.

Barbara: (chipper) Hello there, Miss Eula. How are you doing right now? Are you in any pain?

Eula: (closes her eyes, then squints in pain, coughing) (nods weakly)

Barbara: (nods) Yes, that would be expected. Tell me, where do you feel this pain? I'll point my finger to the area and you can tap the side of the bed, okay?

Eula: (taps once in confirmation)

Barbara: Alright.

They go through this diagnostic process as Barbara had previously healed her in sort of an umbrella-like fashion covering the visible places on her body before Eula had fallen unconscious. Now she had identified a broken sternum, multiple broken ribs, and the concerning rapid onset of pneumonia.

Barbara: (looks to the nurse) Excuse me, can you replace the ice bags and bring some cryo jelly and painkillers, please?

Nurse: (nods and takes the ice bags then leaves to get the supplies)

Eula: (groans painfully, wheezing lightly) . . . how . . . how bad?

Barbara: (softly, but formally) There are two breaks in your sternum and your ribs are a combination of fractures and breaks. You may also be developing a respiratory infection.

Eula: (hardly processed that as she is in great pain) (groans loudly)

Barbara: (shushes her gently) Don't worry, Miss Eula, you're doing great. (prepares one hand with hydro and places her other hand on Eula's forehead) Now I'm going to start by trying to put your sternum back in order. It's gonna hurt for a quick second, but it'll feel much better afterward. Try your very best not to move, okay?

Eula: (blinks back tears) (nods)

Barbara: (takes a quick breath) Okay. (gently places her hand on Eula's chest) I'll do it on the count of three. One, two, three!

There are audible cracks heard as the sternum is set back together and much as she protested profusely otherwise, she did indeed scream and cry out.

Barbara: (encouraging) Very good, Miss Eula. You did just as I told you. Does that feel better now?

Eula: (nods weakly, breathing a little easier)

Barbara: (gives her a smile) That's good to hear.

Nurse: (back with the items) I've got the painkillers and the jelly you asked for. I also grabbed some cough syrup as well as some water.

Barbara: Perfect! Thank you so much, sister.

Nurse: (nods) I will still be in the infirmary in case you need me again. (begins to walk down to another bed with a patient in it)

Barbara: Of course. Thank you again! (turns to Eula on the bed) I'm going to give you the painkillers and medication now. They'll likely put you to sleep, so just try to get some rest now, okay?

Eula: (blinks tiredly) I'll remember this . . . (slumps against the bed) Oof. (nods) Okay.

Within five minutes of being administered the medication, Eula is out and Barbara goes to tend to the other patient in the infirmary, who is none other than the knight that was thrown into a wall.

At around the same time Itto and Zhongli began the arduous trek to and up Dragonspine, their friend and host at the Dawn Winery was beginning to wonder how getting lunch in Mondstadt proper could've taken the greater amount of a day and a night to do.

Diluc: (staring blankly ahead, seated with a fork drooped in his hand)

Elzer: (coughs politely into his fist) Is there something troubling you, Master Diluc?

Diluc: (pokes his hashbrowns) It's nothing for you to worry about, but thank you, Elzer.

Elzer: Pardon my saying this Master Diluc, but I find it hard to believe that you are indeed not troubled by something or the other. Why, you've hardly touched your Pile 'Em Ups!

Diluc: (exhales) Perhaps I'm simply not that hungry then.

Elzer: (lightly) Please. You'd eat three Pile 'Em Ups as a part of your breakfast if you could help it! (raises his eyebrow in question) Would I be right if I assumed that your mood had something to do with the empty rooms the maids prepared yesterday?

Diluc: (sighs) You would be. (irritated) I was expecting company yesterday, but they have yet to arrive.

Elzer: Ah, I see. I suppose you must be referring to some of your outlander friends, yes? Then perhaps it was on account of the weather overseas?

Diluc: (hums to himself) Perhaps . . . though it's still rather unusual.

Elzer: (smiles lightly) I'm sure they'll be on their way today, Master Diluc. Now please, eat some of your food. It'd be good for you to have some sunstenence in your belly so you can entertain your companions properly. Besides, the Pile 'Em Ups are starting to get cold.

Diluc gets all but three bites out of his food before Adelinde walks into the dining room with unexpected news.

Adelinde: My apologies for disturbing your meal, Master Diluc, but the acting Grand Master has come to discuss a rather urgent matter with you.

Diluc: (blinks once) No apologies needed, Adelinde. (holds back his usual gripe) You can let her in.

Adelinde: (nods) Yes, of course.

A few moments later, Elzer and Adelinde excuse themselves as a very frazzled Jean walks into the dining room, only to find that Diluc is already making his way toward her.

Jean: Good morning, Sir Diluc-

Diluc: (raises his hand) Please, it's just Diluc.

Jean: (cringes slightly) Right! My apologies.

Diluc: It's fine. What do you need of me?

Jean: I would like your assistance with identifying and finding two individuals. (quickly) Not as the Acting Grand Master of course! It wouldn't be ideal to make this issue more of a public affair than it already is at the moment.

Diluc: (curiously) Hmm? What happened?

Jean: Honestly, I'm still wrapping my head around it. According to the few eyewitnesses that were still conscious at the time, two men managed to wipe out an entire retinue of Knights without so much as lifting a finger.

Diluc: (eyes widen) In broad daylight, no less? Were they Fatui or of the Abyss?

Jean: (shakes her head) Not at all. In fact, per according to the same eyewitnesses, the clothes the two were wearing were so ridiculous that they couldn't remember anything about their faces* or appearances.

Diluc: (frowns) Hmph. That doesn't sound like something I've heard of in recent times. Are you certain that it wasn't anything else?

Jean: Yes. (looks directly at him) You could call it a hunch of sorts.

Diluc: I see.

Jean: (continues) The additional intel I received from one of Captain Eula's men states that at least one of them was a Vision holder who uses Geo, as she confronted the two men directly.

Diluc: Did she catch some semblance of their appearances at least?

Jean: (shakes her head) (worryingly) We would have asked by now, but she has yet to wake from her injuries.

Diluc: (incredulously) Injuries?

Jean: (nods) It is imperative that these men are tracked down and detained as soon as possible-

Adelinde: (walks into the room) My apologies again Master Diluc, Grand Master Jean, but a knight has come to speak with you. Preferably as soon as time allows.

Diluc: Thank you, Adelinde. (simply) He can come in.

Knight: (walks briskly into the room) (salutes) Grand Master Jean. (nods in Diluc's direction) Master Diluc. I apologize for my intrusion, Grand Master, but I bring urgent news.

Jean: (formally) No need. What news do you have?

Knight: Captain Lawrence is awake at the cathedral, Grand Master!

Jean: Very good. You may continue with your duties, sir Knight.

Knight: Thank you, Grand Master. (salutes, then leaves)

Diluc: (quirks eyebrow) Would it be safe for me to assume that this issue is now firmly present in the court of public opinion?

Jean: (sighs) I suppose it is. (turns to Diluc) Regardless of that, you can still come with me to question Captain Eula if you'd like.

Diluc: Very well. I don't think there's much of a choice in that matter anyway.

And so with that, the two of them go to the cathedral proper to talk to the recently awakened Eula Lawrence, leaving a perfectly good brunch and a sad, half-eaten Pile 'Em Up behind.

A few hours later, Jean and Diluc show up at the cathedral to see if they can talk to her, only to find that she's out cold yet again. They opt to wait close by in some chairs until she awakens.

Diluc: (unusually pressed) Are you absolutely sure that it was a pillar that did this to her?

Jean: (exasperated) Yes. Again, multiple witnesses corroborated this and the miniature earthquake.

Diluc: (sighs deeply) Well, this explains a couple of things. (crosses his arms) I have enough information. I shall simply deal with this matter myself.

Jean: (frankly) Unfortunately, you can't. It's become an issue for the Ordo Favonius exclusively since these men did this to the knights who are under my command at the end of it all.

Diluc: (glares into space before rubbing his temples) Well, if I can't take care of this, you can at least allow me to find them and bring them to you as per usual.

Jean: (thinks for a moment) That's doable enough, yes.

It is at this moment that Eula regrettably regains consciousness.

Eula: (blinks blearily) Mmmm . . . (mutters petulantly) Shush.

Jean: (jumps to attention) Sir Eula?

Eula: (turns to Jean's voice) Ah. Grand Master. (breathes lightly) Greetings to you.

Jean: (gets up and goes to her bedside) Sir Eula, are you alright?

Eula: (blinks once) I'll be fine. (quietly) Ow. (hums) Tired.

Jean: (nods) Of course. But before you go back to sleep, could you answer one question for me?

Eula: (sluggishly) Sure. Hit me. (squints) No, actually. Don't do that.

Jean: Do you know who did this to you?

Eula: (thinking hard) Mmm . . . a man. Tall. Brown. (thinking harder) Or was it red . . . (squints) Horns too maybe? Mmm . . . I dunno.

Diluc: (in the background, facepalming) By Barbatos.

Jean: Thank you for that information, Eula. (pats her head) You can rest now.

Eula: (nodding off) Vengeance . . . will be . . . mine- (passes out)

Diluc decidedly does not like where this is going.

Jean: (walks back and sits across from him, looking him dead in the eyes) Do you know who these men are, Diluc?

Diluc: (looks straight back at her with his fingers crossed, tensely) I do. If you're worried about any foul play on my end, then it's sorely misplaced.

Jean: (visibly relieved) Good. (hesitates before saying) I'm sorry, but-

Diluc: (clipped) I will find them and promptly bring them back to you. There isn't anything that warrants any other course of action beyond that.

Jean: (awkwardly ducks her head) Yes. Thank you.

Diluc: (brief) There's no need for any thanks. (turns to exit) I'll be going now. Good day. (under his breath as he leaves, worried) Those two will be the death of me.

Jean: Good day . . . (sighs) He seemed troubled. Maybe- no. (gets up to leave as well) Back to work I go.

As Jean mentally prepares herself for the inevitable mountain of paperwork to come of this, Diluc goes around Mondstadt to look for clues and hints as to his friend's whereabouts. He starts where all things did: at the Good Hunter.

Sara: Welcome to the Good Hunter, Master Diluc! Would you care to try one of our specials today?

Diluc: (nods to Sara) No, not today. Do you know if anyone of note was here yesterday afternoon?

Sara: (thinking briefly) (perks with recognition) Ah yes! Are you referring to the two gentlemen that came here for lunch? Both tall, one with horns and the other in a suit in the middle of summer for whatever reason?

Diluc: Presumably.

Sara: (shakes her head) Well, wherever they are now, they still owe me some mora for their meals. They said they were going to come back and pay, but it's been over a day so I'm not expecting it really. (gestures with her hand) They ran through the alleyway over there.

Diluc: (nods) Okay. Thank you. (starts to leave in that direction)

Sara: (remembers something) Oh! One of them tried to pay with credit if that's important to you!

Diluc: (turns around) . . . That's actually extremely helpful. Thank you again for that. (leaves proper)

Going through that alleyway, Diluc finds himself in front of Schulz's Blacksmith.

Wagner: (looks up from his work) Ah, Master Diluc. What do you need from me today? Need your claymore fixed up again?

Diluc: No, not today, but thank you for asking. I'm actually wondering if anyone interesting came up to your smithy yesterday afternoon.

Wagner: Hmmm. (turns to Schulz) Did you notice anyone?

Schulz: (cooling something) Not really. There were these two guys askin' for some work though. Not that we had any to give 'em at the time.

Wagner: Oh yeah, those two. They probably went over to the Adventurer's Guild after. (shrugs) It's probably nothing that important.

Diluc: No, no, that's very important. Thank you very much. I shall leave you to your work now.

Wagner: (nods) Much appreciated, Master Diluc. Let me know if you need anything from me in the future, yeah?

Diluc: (nods) Of course.

He briskly makes his way to the Adventure's Guild, stopping in front of the kiosk Katheryne sat under.

Katheryne: (automatically) "Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild."

Diluc: (quickly) Do you know if two individuals came through here and took a commission worth roughly around 10,000 mora as of yesterday?

Katheryne: (shakes her head) No, I do not believe so. There has been a multitude for 4,500 mora, some for 7,000 mora, a couple within the range of 15,000 mora, and one for 500,000 mora.

Diluc: (blinks) I'm sorry, what was that last commission?

Katheryne: The 'Maintenence' commission with a guaranteed 500,000 mora plus a share of all of the things the adventurers gather while doing the commission.

Diluc: (to himself) There's no way it's them. (to Katheryne) Do you know who took it?

Katheryne: I believe one referred to another as 'Gramps', but I cannot recollect the other name from my memory at this time. My apologies.

Diluc: (strained) Thank you anyway. Sorry for wasting your time. (walks off and out of the city gates)

He's close to storming out of the city outright, but he has to maintain some semblance of composure. You know, the composure that's quickly becoming overwhelmed by sheer audacity. He also didn't notice the man-sized crater in the wall on the other side of the street.

Diluc: (muttering rapidly) Why in the hell did this escalate so quickly and how did I not hear anything about it before today-

Uncharacteristically caught off-guard, Diluc walks straight into something that wasn't supposed to be there.

Diluc: (rubs his forehead) Argh! (glares at what he bumped into)

Behold, it is Zhongli's pillar, still there after a multitude of attempts to take it down and move it somewhere else. At this point in Diluc's mental state, violence may be the answer yet.

Diluc: (blinks once) (inhales deeply) (exhales shakily) This is fine.

He keeps telling himself that, but this indeed was not fine.

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This installment was self-indulgent to a point that I self-indulged in the self-indulging and I loved every second of it. Besides, there's no way that Diluc's getting side-lined when this blog is named after him and the running joke.

My personal interpretation of Diluc and his character when his friends are caught up in the law of the land is one of high levels of stress and compounding disbelief, and I believe that these conflicting factors would most certainly go to war over the issue.

Don't ask me how I roped hurt/comfort into this thing, but some part of me felt guilty for what I put Eula through, so you get that and her interaction with Barbara in nursing mode too I guess. I felt comforted while writing the lines, so I think I interpreted the situation well enough anyway.

Barbatos had better bless Jean with a bout of coma-like unconsciousness that lasts for two weeks because she is accruing sleep debt over this like students getting into debt over school loans.

*Also, this is a real phenomenon that happens in criminal cases and detective work all the time. Besides, I also think it applies in this scenario.

(inspired by the aforementioned commentary concerning this topic and this collection of headcanons)

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 7 months

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Hey tales

Trick🙀 or treat🍬

Hi Sleepy! :D

🍬 Treat! Here's the bonus chapter/side-story/interlude from Like Snow on Hungry Graves, where Rusudan and Konstantine and their drama ruin my plans yet again:

Shualedi შუალედი (shualedi/šualedi) Georgian, "interval; lapse; intermission" There was, and there was not. There was…[1] …A young man who was not yet called Konstantine Niðarajë, or Gao Cheng Yin, or any of the other names his family had given him. He had long since left his mother's home in Belgonkorovo. Sui was closed to him. It would be years before he set foot in Vakaryan for the first time. In the meantime he lived in a small, unimportant town in a small, unimportant country and worked as a doctor's helper. There was, and there was not. There was… …A young woman who stumbled into town one day. She wore the armour of the large, important country that bordered the small one. An archer had shot her in the arm. The wound was infected. The doctor took one look and shook her head. "We'll have to amputate," she said. The young man argued with her. "Let me try. I can cure the infection and save her arm." He was pretending to be human. But he couldn't always pretend perfectly. The doctor had taken him on because she had seen him sew a man's fingers back on, and the patient had been able to write less than ten minutes later. Word had gotten around the town that he was blessed by the gods. The doctor let him try. He destroyed the infection. The woman lived. There was, and there was not. There was… …The young woman, who stayed in the town afterwards. She lodged with the doctor and kept the accounts. She insisted she was the only survivor of a disastrous battle. No one would come to arrest her as a deserter. She had nothing to return to. The young man, who found himself spending more and more time with her. They went for walks together. She told him parts of her past. He told her parts of his. She never told him her real name. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know it?" she asked. He never told her his. "Would you believe me if I said I had too many to choose which is my real name?" The doctor, who watched them become friends and decided to do some matchmaking. Maybe they were both a little in love with each other. Maybe only one of them was. Maybe they both just went along with it because they had no better prospects and they were both lonely. Whatever the reason, they got married. There was, and there was not. There was… …A great deal of lying on both sides. The man refused to reveal his true nature. Dragons had a tendency to send people running for the hills, after all. Especially dragons that shouldn't exist. The woman refused to tell him about the enchantment covering half of her face. It was blatantly obvious to him. She never even acknowledged its existence. The marriage was doomed from the start. There was, and there was not. There was… …A conversation that would echo loudly through the years to come. "I'm sick of being poor," the woman said. "My whole life, I've had to follow someone else's orders. Parents, employers, sergeants and captains. If I was rich enough I could make other people obey my orders." The man thought of a palace full of rare treasures and a prince who had everything he could want. It hadn't stopped him having his head cut off the moment his father decided he was a threat. Their first fight was over money. So was their second. Their third was over a similar but related subject. "Let's go somewhere we can make our fortunes," the woman said. "I'm sick of this town." "I don't want to leave," the man objected. First there were angry words. Then there were pleas for each to see things from the other's point of view. Then there was silence. There was, and there was not. There was… …One day when the house was oddly silent. The man went to the woman's room — they had long since stopped sharing one — and found she was gone. There was, and there was not. There was… …A detective many years later who annoyed the leader of a powerful and sinister organisation. The leader came to deliver a message in person. She wore an enchantment over all her face. He didn't recognise her. But she recognised him.

Chapter Footnotes:

[1] Translation of Georgian იყო და არა იყო რა, იყო… (iko da ara iko ra, iko…), which according to Wikipedia is the equivalent of "Once upon a time".

Adding LSOHG's taglist: @whimsyqueen, @original-writing (Let me know if you want to be added to/removed from the taglist!)

#writeblr trick or treat #ask #sleepyowlwrites #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: snow #these two were supposed to meet for the first time in book two #then fall in love and get married between books 2 and 3 #now they've forced me to change my plans for the rest of the book

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despairforme · 2 years

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BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? // @isleofbeasts

damn ,, ask meme .

❝ I'm guessin' we're talkin' major injuries here, 'cause I ain't 'bout 'ta fuckin’ list every 'lil scratch. ❞ Broken ribs? He was not counting that shit. Torn knuckles? Not worth mentioning. Nnoitra had only had two --- mah, maybe three incidents where something serious had happened to him. Considering the sort of life he led, that was not so bad. He had gotten into more fights that one could count. The fact that he hardly ever got injured was just proof of how STRONG he was.

❝ My eye, obviously. ❞ Nnoitra said, pointing to his eyepatch. He didn't wear this thing because it LOOKED GOOD or because it was comfortable. He wore it to hide an obvious weak spot. ❝ I got stabbed when I was eighteen, right before 'da end 'a high school. 'Daz why I dropped out. ❞ Yeah, getting stabbed in the eye had made him say GOODBYE to any sort of education. There was no way he could take his exams while he was dying from pain. Getting stabbed in the eye had been the worst pain he had ever experienced, by far. He remembered EVERYTHING about it, and could still bring forth the feeling of the blade piercing his eyeball if he tried. Not that he ever did. The knife had penetrated his skin right above his left brow-bone, and been brought down vertically to cut through his eyeball and down to about half a centimetre below his eye.

Nnoitra had had no money at the time, so he ( the smartest man on the planet ) hadn't gone to hospital. No surprise, the wound had gotten infected. The pain of having his eye and face start to ROT? That had been worse than the stabbing itself. It was also why the scar had turned out so large. The whole eye-area had been infected, and it had spread down his cheek. It was why he wore such a large eyepatch. In the end, he HAD gone to the hospital. He couldn't pay for more than the bare minimum, so he hadn't had the eye removed. It was blind, of course, but it remained in its socket. It had looked VERY ugly. Like something out of a horror movie. The eye itself had turned almost white, and he had lost all motorisation to it, so it would just float around, making him appear cross-eyed.

❝ Next big thing, though I don't think it was THAT big a deal, was at work. I was fightin' this huge ass motherfucker, 'n even though I won 'da fight, I had 'ta go 'ta 'da hospital 'cause I passed out. Think it was... What'cha call it? A concussion? So, no big deal. ❞ He honestly didn't remember everything from that fight. The important thing was that he had won. He counted it as a big injury simply for the fact that they ( his manager ) had brought him to the hospital for treatment.

❝ Then, I guess 'da most badass injury was when I got shot in 'da head. ❞ Again, Nnoitra pointed to his eyepatch. There was a small grin on his face, as if it was FUNNY. It wasn't. But it was ironic that he had been shot - in his bad eye. ❝ Got shot right in my blind eye. Talk 'bout fuckin' luck, huh? 'N 'da bullet went right through 'n exited here - ❞ He pointed at a spot behind his left ear. There was a scar there, but it was hidden by lots of black hair. Getting shot in the head had been... How to even describe it? He remembered everything prior to getting shot, but after that? Things were a little blurry. He knew ( because he had been told ), that he had suffered from memory loss for a while afterwards, but luckily he had gotten his memories back. He also knew that he would suffer from headaches for the rest of his life. Not every day, but pretty often. A small price to pay for actually surviving getting shot in the head. The doctors were fascinated by him, and apparently one brain-surgeon had even written a whole ass paper about his case that had been published. It was a ' miracle ' they said.

Getting shot had changed Nnoitra's face, needless to say. The eye was completely gone now. The eye-socket had more or less grown shut, but it appeared slightly deformed. The scar itself was still just a few years old, so it was pink in color. The old scar from his injected eye was still visible on his cheekbone, but it had a white appearance and was faded ( because it was so much older ). Nnoitra's brow-bone had been shattered from the impact of the bullet, but had been reconstructed somewhat successfully. There was a small dent there and several scars from stitches - which, apparently, would fade. Overall, Nnoitra thought he looked better than before. At least he didn't have that freaky eye floating around. Now there was just nothing. There was so much scar-tissue that the crater where the socket was didn't even appear that deep. At the hospital, surgeons had wanted to do reconstructive surgery on him, but Nnoitra had declined. WHY should he try to have this ' fixed ' ? He was so used to wearing that large eyepatch, and he doubted any sort of reconstruction could make him look presentable anyway. He would always be ugly, and that was fine.

#isleofbeasts #[ already answered it for canon verse so here have the main verse 8)))) ]#[ nnoitra has had A ROUGH LIFE SO FAR ]#[ LIKE THE POOR GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK ]#[ tho he is pretty OK with it ]#[ he is v brave i'm proud of him ]#[ this was fun to write i love talking about himmmmm ]#[ thank you for sending! ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#talking shit. ╱ answers.#burn the city. ╱ main verse.#gore //#eye horror //#eye horror mention //

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shinichirosbabymama · 2 years

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Dang work is really sending you over huh..

Here is an hc idea; shinichiro x nurse/doctor!s/o always helping him get fixed up after a fight kissing his bruises + wounds and afterwards just holding him in your arms soothing him bc sometimes tending to his wounds + bruises sting poor baby a bit :(

I am sorry it took me ages to reply! But yes it was but I’m looking to spread some positivity especially in light of some recent stuff in relation to Shinichiro that I won’t go into. Thank you for your request!

Pairing: Shinichiro x Reader

Warnings: None

Okay I’m OBSESSED with the idea of Shinichiro’s SO being inspired to go into the medical field after patching him up after all the fights he got into when they were teenagers

Everytime I see a character in TR get their ass beat I think about how much that must hurt but how they can’t really show it at the time and that would definitely apply to Shin

He brushes off the beating in front of his friends everytime but he’s close to tears by the time you’re patching up

He’s always silent when you’re working on him which is unusual since he usually puts on such a bravado but not during his vulnerable moments like these

If he cries you don’t mention it because you don’t wanna make him feel self-conscious but you always wipe his tears away

When you’re done fixing him up you usually stand to clean your stuff away and he’ll use the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and press his head against your tummy.

This is the only place he feels truly safe and your run your hands through his hair to soothe him

You had just finished your nightly skin care routine, waiting for your moisturiser to sink into your skin before getting into bed when you heard a familiar tap against your window. You froze for a moment, wondering if you had imagined it before a few more taps confirmed your suspicions.

You didn’t even need to check who it was - the unspoken arrangement between the two of you now so familiar that you immediately headed downstairs to let Shinichiro in, pressing your finger to your lips to signal him to be quiet as he followed you upstairs. Even in the dim light of your hallway you could tell he was bloodied and bruised.

Shinichiro avoided your gaze as he sat down on the bed and you let out a small sigh at the sight of his split lip and bruised eye. You reached for the first aid kit you kept underneath the bed, pulling out an arrangement of gauze, antiseptic wipes, and plasters as he kept his head down.

“Wanna talk about it?” You whispered, standing in front of him as you delicately held his jaw between your fingers and inspected his lip. You could see the tips of his ears going pink at the proximity but he grimaced and shook his head anyway.

You opened an alcohol wipe and dabbed it against Shinichiro’s lip, holding his jaw a little tighter when he tried to pull away.

“Hold still. I don’t want it to get infected.” You chided, wiping away the blood as he hissed and grit his teeth.

“You try it for once.” He complained and you merely smiled in response, wiping as delicately as you could manage until you were satisfied the wound was clean.

“Bad fight huh?” You tried to pry again, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself finding out a few plasters as you continued cleaning the more minor scrapes on his face.

“You should see the other guy.” He replied with faux confidence and you scoffed but said nothing, tongue resting between your teeth as you attached the last plaster to his skin and noticed his eyes lingering on your lips.

"All done.” You replied, tapping the end of his nose as you sat back and admired your handiwork. Shinichiro stood immediately, rubbing his hands awkwardly on his jeans as he stalled on what to do next.

“You should stay Shin. I don’t mind.” You hated how quiet your voice sounded when you said it but felt secretly pleased with yourself for at least being honest. You found it endearing how the man’s face seemed to brighten instantly despite being covered in cuts and bruises and he sat back down on the bed, reaching out for you.

You stood up to join him but were surprised when Shinichiro’s arms held you in place instead and the side of his face pressed against your tummy. He was almost a foot taller than you but seemed so small in that moment being sat down while you were stood up. With his face hidden and voice mumbled, he seemed to open up more now.

“Thank you. For fixing me up. I’m so fucking pathetic.” He breathed out the words and sounded so exhausted that it broke your heart. You stepped closer into his grasp and ran your fingers through his dark locks, massaging his scalp gently as you felt him practically melt under his touch.

“No you’re not. I’m sure you got involved for the right reasons - you’re always standing up for people.”

Shinichiro said nothing in response but you knew he had heard you and the two of you stayed there silently for a while as you continued to run your hands through his hair while he listened to the soft thumping of your heart to distract him from the pain in his face.

#shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro #shinichiro sano headcanons #shinichiro headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual.

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy.

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip.

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core.

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the arousal that was staining it.

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair.

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom.

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion.

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water.

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth.

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear.

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach.

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs.

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up.

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina #Lady Dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #hopping on the bandwagon #i am not ashamed #lesbian #wlw #fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re #resident evil fanfic #fanfic #merry writes #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x you

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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Safe With Me

ao3 link! anon sentence prompt request: "ready or not, here I come." angst to fluff, very emotional. sorry for any grammatical errors! I was given a 2000 word limit or less and I went almost 200 over but enjoy and tell me what you think!

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Hiding for your Mistress and her daughters was one thing but hiding from a hunter who had entered the castle undetected was another. Alcina and her daughters weren’t home, they were down in the village. Alcina’s daughters didn’t need to go with her, but they managed to convince her to let them tag along.

You had been getting ready to walk downstairs when you saw the hunter walk out of the room that led to the courtyard. Another thing you hated was that there was no staff today so you were all alone with the hunter. Your breath had caught in in your throat as you slowly backed up so he wouldn’t hear your footsteps but you weren’t paying attention and you hit one of the marble busts in the hallway, its banging up against the wall catching the hunter’s attention.

“Who’s in here?!” The hunter shouted out. Your eyes widened and your heart started beating even faster as you heard him coming towards the stairs. You looked around for somewhere to hide, but your legs felt like they couldn’t move. The hunter quickly ascended the stairs and laid eyes on you. “Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in this big castle all by your lonesome?” He asked with a creepy smile.

You let out an ear-piercing scream before you felt your legs finally work as you ran down the hallway towards Alcina’s chambers. You quickly entered the room and shut the door, locking it so he wouldn’t come in and hid under the bed. It didn’t take him long to realise where you had gone when he checked the door handle to find the door locked. You flinched as you heard the bullets hitting the handle, holding your breath when you heard the door creak open.

“I know you’re in here, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.” The hunter said. You wish you could scream out Alcina’s name and that she’d come running to save you, but you knew she wouldn’t be able to hear you. “Come on now, I can help you.” He said as he stopped by the bed. You saw him start to crouch down and made your way to the other side of the bed. “There you are.” He grinned at you and you kicked him in the face scrambling from under the bed.

“Stay away from me!” You yelled over your shoulder as you dashed from the room.

“You little bitch! Get back here!” He screamed as he held his hand over his eye.

You didn’t stop running until you got to the hallway that had Alcina’s study and the library on it. Quickly deciding to hide in the library since it was bigger than Alcina’s study, you barricaded the door with a chair and a shelf that took a bit of work to move.

Your chest was heaving as you let out heavy breaths. You saw the handle to the library door jiggle and a small chuckle escape the hunter’s lips. “So you’re in here, are you?” He asked, his voice muffled. “Well, ready or not, here I come.” He grunted out as his rammed his shoulder into the doors to get them to open.

You shook your head as tears streamed down your face. Yes, the library was huge, but there were no good hiding places. But you headed up the left side of the stairs anyway just to put some distance between you two, a decision you made a second too late when the hunter came barrelling into the library, spotting you immediately.

“Aw, don’t run from me anymore, sweetheart, you’re starting to hurt my feelings.” He said as he cocked the gun and aimed it for you. You ducked when the first shot rang out, running up the rest of the stairs and hiding in between the bookcases as best as you could. The spot was cramped but you hoped that he wouldn’t find you here. Your heart thudded with every footstep he took up the stairs to the second floor. “Now, where could you be up here?” He asked as he looked through the rows of books. You thought it was strange when he started walking down the aisle you went down, like he could smell where you were hiding. The thought made your eyes widen and you pushed yourself back further into the space trying to get to the other aisle just as someone grabbed your arm.

“Let go of me!” You screamed at him, kicking him again but in his leg this time as you dashed down the aisle. He met you at the end of it. You pushed him out of your way, trying to get back down the stairs.

“Not on my watch sweetheart. You either die right here or I take you back down the village to be mine. What’s it gonna be?” He asked.

You grimaced. “Neither.” You replied. He kept walking towards you and you backed up until your back hit the balcony rail. “Take one more step towards me and I’ll jump.” You threatened. He smirked at you as if daring you to do so as he took one more step. To his surprise, you did jump from the balcony and to your surprise, you landed on one of comfy couches that was in the library.

“You stupid bitch!” He growled out as he headed back down the stairs. You quickly got up from the couch to make your way to the door, but somehow, he got there before you, blocking your only escape route. Was the door opened that wide when he came in? You shook the question from your mind. “Not so fast. I asked you a question and you gave me your answer so by default I’m gonna carve you up real nice for the Lady to come home to. Such a shame that I have to do something to such a pretty face.”

You shook your head at him, your hands coming up defensively as you back away from him. “Pl-please. I don-” Your words were cut off as you tripped over the rug where it had come up slightly. “I’ll, I’ll go with you. I just, please, don’t kill me.” You pleaded with him as he cocked his gun again.

“Too late for that. Any last words?” He replied.

You felt the tears streaming down your face. You whispered four words to yours before closing your eyes. “I love you, Alcina.” You waited for the shot to ring out and you heard two, but you heard something shatter and a squishing noise. You slowly opened one eye to find the man who had just threatened to end your life being impaled by your Mistress’ claws, gurgling blood in his mouth. “Alcina?”

Alcina led the body slide off her claws and signalled for her daughters to take the body from the room. “Are you alright, iubirea mea?” Alcina asked as she crouched down. You stared at her and nodded your head slightly. You saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed the air and looked down at your leg. “Oh, sweet thing, you’re hurt.”

You looked down to where her gaze was trained and saw the blood oozing out of your leg. You suddenly felt lightheaded. “Al...” It was all you could say before you felt yourself about to pass out.

“No, dear, stay awake for me.” She said as she picked you up carefully, carrying you over to the couch and placing you down before put your leg over hers. You weakly nodded your head as you heard the sound of buzzing. “Girls, get something to warm her up and get the first aid kit. Go down to village and get the doctor, wake her up if you have to, just get her here quickly.” She commanded. You heard the chorus of “Yes, Mother” before they flew away again.

“Ina?” You said. She hummed. “Ho- how did yo-”

Alcina cut you off. “I could smell his blood as you as I entered the gates. I got here as quickly as I possibly could.” You heard her sniffle. “This will hurt, but I must put pressure on the wound.” You let out a strangled scream as she pressed on the wound to minimize the bleeding. “Shh, shh, sweet one, it’ll all be alright.” She said to you softly. “Where the hell are they?” She growled to herself.

You heard a soft buzzing come into the room. “The first aid kit, Mother. Daniela and Cassandra went to fetch the doctor.” Bela said. “Will she be alright?” Bela asked as she helped her Mother dress your wound until the doctor got here.

“I’m not sure, my dear. Did you bring a blanket?” Bela nodded her head and handed them to her Mother. “There, my sweet, these’ll keep you warm until the doctor arrives. You’ve gotten dreadfully cold in such a short matter of time.”

You could barely move so you just let out a small noise so that they would know you were still with them. It felt like hours had passed until Alcina was welcoming the doctor into the room to look at you.

“Well, Y/N, will need surgery to remove the bullet.” The doctor said. You heard Alcina protesting, not wanting you out of her sight. “It would be unsanitary for me to do it here, Lady Dimitrescu.” You could hear Alcina growl something out to the doctor in Romanian. “If this wound gets infected, My Lady, then this one’s on you. Prep her for me.”

Alcina made sure the table in the library was thoroughly sanitised before placing you on it. “The doctor’s going to get the bullet out, and then I’ll take care of the wound afterwards.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before whispering something to one of her daughters.

When you came to you could feel Alcina’s honey golden eyes staring at you as she sat by you. “You passed out from the potion, draga mea. You’ve been asleep for a few days.” She said to you softly, her head coming up to your forehead. “You’ve a small fever. But the doctor was able to get the bullet out during the surgery. However, though the potion did heal up your leg from any infections that you may or may not have gotten, the doctor wants you to stay off your leg as much as possible.” Alcina explains.

“Oh.” Was all you could say at the time.

“Try to go back to sleep, sweet one. After such an event, you need the rest.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to sleep, the fear of dreaming about what happened creeping up on you. “My dear, I can’t stay with you. I have some work to do so it’s either stay here or go to the library.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of being in the library. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered to her. You didn’t realise you were crying until she was wiping the tears away with her thumbs. “Please.”

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I won’t, I won’t, I’m right here.” She whispered. “If you wish to read, we can go to the library and I can work from there.” You nodded your head hesitantly before Alcina picked you up and headed to the library. She sat you down outside the door of the library. “Go on inside, I’ll be right there in a moment.” She said before disappearing into her study.

You didn’t move as you stared at the closed door. You couldn’t bring yourself to place your hand on the handle and open the door. “I can’t,” You said to yourself. “No! No! No! Stop it, please!” You yelled out.

Alcina rushed to your side. “Darling, what is it?” She asked, concern lacing her voice.

“He’s in there, Ina. He, he, I can’t. Please.” Your voice cracked as you pushed yourself into Alcina’s body. Your tears soaking her dress.

“Okay, okay. We won’t go in the library.” She ran her hand down your back before guiding you into her study. “How foolish of me to think that you’d want to go in there, especially by yourself. I’m sorry, sweet thing.” Alcina said, chastising herself.

“Please don’t leave me alone.” You said looking up at her from your position on her lap.

Alcina shook her head. “No, my darling, I won’t. I won’t ever leave you alone.” She pressed a kiss to your lips and you melted into it. “Never again.” She said against your lips before she pulled away and pressed one to your forehead. You pressed yourself deeper into her chest, just wanting to be as close to her as possible. She wrapped her arms around you. “I promise that you’ll always be safe with me, sweet one. Always.” You hummed into her chest at her promise. You knew she’d keep her word to you, in every way she could.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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spaceskam · 3 years

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warnings: slightly NSFW, references to 2x06

ao3

"Michael Guerin, I swear to god, if you don't keep going, I'll–"

"Wait."

Alex closed his eyes and breathed in, trying not to beg because he was above that. At least tonight he was above that. So he politely opened his eyes and looked at Michael earnestly.

"What's wrong?"

Michael licked his lips, eyes flickering from Alex's eyes to his open button up. He really didn't know what was so distracting until Michael lifted his hand and felt over the little knot in his chest.

"I didn't know it left a scar."

Alex huffed a dry laugh, scooting back just a little bit so he was no longer on the edge of the counter. Obviously, they needed to have a conversation before he could return to that seating position.

"I got stabbed, of course it left a scar," Alex said simply. Michael's eyesbrows pulled together like it didn't make sense, fingers still rubbing over it like a little bit of pressure would break down all the scar tissue at once.

"It just feels so fuzzy in my head, the whole night. I don't remember it being that bad," Michael said, shaking his head, "I really don't. I'm sorry. It didn't get infected, did it?"

"No, I know how to take care of a wound," Alex answered. The answer didn't seem to soothe Michael's thoughts. "Look, I don't want to talk about it. I want you to kiss me and feel me up in this very questionable bathroom."

Michael huffed a laugh, his lips tugging up just a little even if it wasn't enough for a full smile. His thumb was still rubbing in soft circles on Alex's chest, so Alex reached up and grabbed Michael's wrist.

"C'mon," Alex said, tugging Michael in until their lips met again. It would never fail to be exhilarating how, no matter how much time spent apart, kissing him was like muscle memory. He couldn't even compare it to riding a bike. It was on a completely different level of familiarity.

It was like walking into his grandma's house and knowing exactly where she kept his toys because the trunk was always the same. It was like going to the park off Old Miller St and finding the same rusty springed rocking horse that was there before he was born. It was like jumping into a pool after a winter without it.

"I still feel bad," Michael murmured, pulling back with a slick, wet sound, "For everything. I don't feel like I deserve this."

"Guerin, I really don't think you realize how gross this bathroom is. Someone left their pants in the corner,* Alex said. Michael rolled his eyes. "Look, if you didn't deserve it, I wouldn't give it to you. I'm very clearly giving it to you. Maybe it's a dumb decision, but I'm making it on purpose."

"What if I accidentally manipulated you into it?"

"Michael," Alex said carefully, moving his hands to squish his cheeks between his palms, "I love you, I really do. But this is a hookup in the bathroom of a bar. This is basically a pride month celebration. It's not the time for serious conversations."

Michael's eyes flickered around his face which would've looked a lot different if his lips were comically puckered.

"What if I want a serious conversation?"

Alex stared at him and slowly dropped his hand.

"You haven't wanted one of those in awhile."

"I'm fucking stupid, Alex. I thought I needed to give you space, but I'm starting to think the only way to grow together is to, like, be together. Or at least be around you," Michael said, swallowing harshly, "I wanna be around you."

"You're around me right now. In fact, I'm asking you to get me off and I think that's like the most around me you could possibly be," Alex said. Michael fought a smile, nudging his nose against Alex's before pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I'm really happy you want to talk. But this isn't the time because I am extremely hard and that's the only thing I can think about. And you've kept me waiting for awhile for this conversation, so I think I've earned the right to push it back just a few more minutes."

"Weren't you the one who said we needed to stop just falling into bed instead of talking?"

"Michael."

"Okay, I can take a hint," Michael laughed, grabbing Alex's hips and tugging him back towards the edge, "But pinky promise afterwards, we go back to your place and talk."

Alex grinned and hooked his pinky with Michael's between them, wrapping his legs around him.

"Deal."

He had to admit, it was a much more pleasurable experience when there was a promise of something more to look forward to.

#oh hey i havent written a tiny ficlet at work in awhile but here goes #ive been working on big projects lately so #malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic

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as-a-matter-of-whump · 3 years

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I've been wanting to ask this for awhile now, but may I pretty please get some Vincent giving Jonah some loving caring sickening wholesome fluff? (>0-0<)

I really hope it's loving caring sickening wholesome fluffy enough :D

This takes place right after the bath.

CW: painful wound cleaning, mention of suicide attempt, creepy/intimate whumper (as always :D)

‘Alright,’ Vincent stated and finally reached over to unlock the handcuffs, ‘I’d say you put on your pyjamas and we’ll take care of your arm afterwards… Here, I preheated the towel so you don’t freeze…’

He wrapped it around Jonah’s body as he stepped out of the tub, but then he turned around, got some medical supplies and headed to the door.

'Come over as soon as you're dressed, I can't leave you unsupervised for too long.'

He seemed to be in a good mood and Jonah couldn't risk ruining that. Entering the bedroom, he saw Vincent standing next to the vanity mirror, antiseptic, bandages and a bowl filled with water lined up on the wooden surface.

'Sit down my love, let me tend to that nasty wound now.'

Jonah obeyed hesitantly and held out his arm so Vincent could remove the bloodsoaked bandage. At first, he looked away, but in the end his curiosity was stronger and he turned his head around again. There, right beneath the jade bracelet, was the cut, not as deep as he thought it was, an angry red line crossing the pale white skin with smeared blood all around. In silence, Vincent started cleaning the wound with the warm water, dabbing the skin gently without pressure.

‘We have to take care that it doesn’t get infected,’ Vincent murmured after he was finished and started soaking a cotton ball with antiseptic. ‘Hold still, this is going to hurt a bit.’

He had only cleaned the skin next to the wound, but it still hurt so much that Jonah started to scream and tried to pull his arm away, but Vincent tightened his grip.

‘You stay exactly where you are, we have to get this done now. You remember that this is your fault after all, do you?’

Suppressing a sob, Jonah looked away again, waiting for Vincent to finally finish what he did.

‘Okay, erm… Normally, I would’ve preferred if you went to the hospital to get stitches for that, but since this is not an option, I’m going to clean the wound every evening now. Just try to stay as still as now and everything will be f- JONAH?!’

Without warning, the younger one had slid down from the chair and lay on the floor now, his eyes closed. Vincent dropped everything that he was holding in his hands, knelt down beside him and lifted his head.

‘Hey Jonah, can you hear me? Are you still with me?’

Slowly, the younger one opened his eyes, blinked and moaned silently.

‘Let’s get you into bed, my love. God, you’re so pale…’

‘It’s… I…’

‘Hush, don’t talk, just put your arms around my neck, do you think you can do that?’

This time, Jonah didn’t refuse the offer; he felt so weak and his arm hurt a lot, almost as if the antiseptic burned his skin. Vincent scooped him up, carried him over to the bed and tucked him in.

‘Do you want to drink something?’

‘Yes..,’ Jonah rasped; not drinking enough had probably been one of the reasons why he had fainted.

Vincent came back with a water bottle, helped him sit up and brought it to his lips. This time, he allowed him to drink as much as he wanted; the boy had suffered enough today.

Jonah looked down at his arms. The wound had been tended to properly and Vincent had even put a healing salve onto the bruises the restraints had left. It still hurt, but it wasn't too bad anymore.

'Make yourself comfortable and rest, my love. You should feel much better tomorrow.'

He ran a finger along the younger one's right arm and looked at him; suddenly he seemed a bit sad, as if he had something unpleasant to announce.

'You know you'll have to wear the handcuffs again tomorrow?'

'But… why?'

'I almost lost you, my darling… and I can't bear to see this happening again, so you will be restrained until I can trust you again. Maybe I'll order some soft leather cuffs so it won't hurt that much…'

'How long do you expect me to wear them if you're already considering-'

'However long it will take for you to heal, physically as well as emotionally, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if it takes weeks or if this has to become a long-term solution... But we can look for something nice together and I'll let you decide which ones we're going to buy, how does that sound, hm?'

Jonah remained silent; what did Vincent expect him to say anyway? Oh, that's amazing, can I please have some bright red ones to draw even more attention to the fact that I’m your prisoner? Black wouldn’t be nearly as remarkable…

Absent-mindedly, he touched his collar, ran his fingers along the buckle and slightly fumbled with the padlock. The older man recognised it and picked up his phone.

'I'll turn it off for the night, okay? You’ve been good today, I don’t think you need to be punished.’

Jonah simply nodded and sat back, leaning against the headboard. He was so, so tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep anytime soon.

'What's wrong, darling?'

Looking concerned, Vincent sat down on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on the younger one's shoulder.

'Nothing.'

'Of course there is, don't lie to me.'

'I don't, I just… I just can't sleep.'

'Oh.'

Vincent gave him a look of surprise, but then he got up again and headed downstairs. When he came back a few moments later, he carried two mugs; the sweet scent of chocolate filled the room.

‘Here, maybe this’ll help, my mum used to make cocoa for me when I couldn’t sleep as a child. Take it. I’m not trying to poison you.’

Carefully Jonah reached for the mug and took a tiny sip - it tasted so good, especially since Vincent hadn’t given him anything sweet for weeks. Closing his eyes, he brought the mug to his lips again while the other man made himself comfortable on his side of the bed and did the same. For a while, they just sat there in silence, enjoying their hot drinks; and just this once, Jonah was able to relax a tiny bit. While Vincent got up to put the empty cups aside, he sank down into his pillow, turned his head towards the window and looked at the star-studded night sky.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Vincent asked, following his gaze.

‘Hmm...’

‘I promise I’ll take you outside again one day...’

‘Please don’t say that if you don’t mean it,’ Jonah replied glumly, ‘I know that I’ll be locked up inside this house for the rest of my life.’

‘Oh Jonah…’

Vincent turned around to face him and started running his fingers through the younger one’s hair.

‘You’re still so young, you shouldn’t worry about the future that much, the only thing that’s important is that we’re together, so I can make sure you’re cared for. And loved. You deserve all the love in the world, my sweet little turtledove…’

Slowly he bent down, pressed a tender kiss onto his forehead - and stopped as soon as he noticed the tears trickling down Jonah’s cheeks.

‘No, don’t cry, my love, please don’t…’

He reached out until he was able to grab the little fox plushie that was sitting next to the younger one’s pillow and held it out in front of his face.

‘Seeing you cry makes Paws sad… and we don’t want him to be sad, hm?’

When he looked up, Vincent put the fox down on his chest and gave his arm a little tug, so he could easily hug it.

‘There you go… It’s okay, dear, everything will be alright again. Just trust me this once, will you?’

Carefully, he put an arm around him, resting his hand on Jonah’s hand that was holding Paws. He would take care of his little family, whatever it might take.

***

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Strange Illness

Summery: Arylo is a retired cleric, enjoying his quiet life and sometimes helps the new heal of the villager. One day he is called for a special case and an odd patient.

Warnings: Description of wounds, mild gore, and operation without anesthesia.

Throughout his many years living on the overworld, there were very few things that truly surprises Arylo. In a way, he had seen it all, from paper cuts to swollen and infected wounds. The smell of rot and blood no longer bothers him, to the point where he often forgets that other villagers do not share an iron stomach. Yet this? This surprises the old Cleric and it's not good.

It should have been another normal day, waking up at his own time then made a cup of tea. Afterwards he would fix himself a salad topped with roasted chicken, taking each bit with care. Instead of any of that, his tea time was interrupted by a pounding on the door. Arylo is one of the very few elders in the Squid Coast village, a rare thing among his kind. He is treated with respect because few are allowed the chance to grow old. He is a living book of information and his topic is healing, refined through years of hard labor. To say he was surprised was an understatement! His first thought was did someone attacked by a lone illager or worse get bitten? Any villager that got bitten by a zombie has a low chance of survival under normal circumstance if not healed quickly enough.

"Come in!" Howled Arylo, getting up from his table. While he was annoyed with his routine getting thrown out the window, worry settled into his heart. Whoever had sent for him must need his attention badly. As he shuffled out of the kitchen and into the living room, Arylo watched as an villager burst into his quiet house. He recognized the villager.

"Yumi what in the overwo-" Arylo started, surprised to see her so flustered. She cut him off with a raise of her hand voice.

"No time for that! We need you aid!" She exclaimed before grabbing Arylo by the wrist. With a grunt of surprise, the old villager found himself getting dragged out of his house.

"Child explain!" Cried out Arylo, doing his best to keep pace with the must more able body youngster. He's going to be feeling his hips later in the day...

"A hero stumbled into our villager this morning! She's in bad shape and her condition baffles Lina. She sent me to grab you." The words tumbled out of Yumi's mouth, worry thick in her voice. A hero? Arylo had treated many heroes in the past, each on challenging his profession. Slashes, stabs, burns, even bite wounds! All heroes will find themselves in many situations that result in harm. They can thank their life style for that. What in the overworld did this hero do to confuse Lina?

The pair weaved through the village, and soon arrived at the infirmary. A small crowd of villagers encircled the front of the house of healing, all them whispering.

"Make way!" Called out Yumi and the crowd parted. Arylo, now wheezing a little, wobbled into the building. At once he knew something was wrong. A strong smell of ash met his nose followed by rot. Wrinkling his nose in displeasure, Arylo walked to the back of the room to find his patient. Not good… Straightening his back, Arylo walked with purpose, his old habits awakening. As he entered the room, his eyes landed on the nearest bed and the people around it. A hero lay on the white sheets, curled up and shivering. Right away he knew she’s in need of help, her skin was much too pale, sweat dripped from her body, and… what the…?

“Master Arylo!” Lina gasped, turning to see who opened the door. She got up and ushered the Elder into her chair, rattling away. “Thank heavens you came! I-I don’t know what to do, everything I tried won’t stop this infection!”

Arylo placed a gloved hand on Lina’s shoulder, silencing her. He needed his full attention on the hero. Sitting down, Arylo leaned closer to the hero. His stomach flipped and a foreboding creeped in. The source of the ashen smell came from the hero, more specifically her wound. A black sickness covered her left shoulder blade and spider webbed outwards. It travelled up her neck, down her torso, and creeped over her arm. The best way Arylo could describe it was ivies crawling across her body. To Arylo’s horror, this hero’s skin was rapidly drying out, darkening, then flecked away. Whenever there was this blackness there was ash. Already there was a small pile of ash laying next to the hero. It was like the life in her body was withering away… Arylo had never seen such disease and it worried him. What he did know was that swift action must be taken. If this disease continues, her lungs and heart will soon be ashes.

“Lina, tools.” Arylo commanded, not taking his eyes off of his patient. Said villager bolted towards the cabines, flinging them open to find the necessary items. The retired Cleric continued to examine the wound, thankful that his eyes are still good. Every wound has its story and Arylo is determined to learn about it. Oh! In the midst of his examination, Arylo noticed bits of stone in the heart of the wound. No… Not stone but shards of black iron. Someone had stabbed this hero and the blade broke within.

“Here!” Lina returned to Arylo, handing him a bundle of white cloth. Arylo opened the bundle and lay down the tools on the bedside table. Each tool glittered with special enchantments that kept them clean and sharp.

“Hold her down the best you can.” Arylo murmured, taking a scalpel and tweezers. He took a bottle filled with healing potion and uncorked it “This is going to be unpleasant…”

Correct were his words. At first the hero didn’t react to Arylo’s tool as they dug into the center of her wound. The cleric figured any flesh there is either dead or numbed. Yet as he got further away from the center, the hero began to stir. Arylo hummed, licking his lips and glancing at the potion. It’s a special blend of anesthesia and regeneration, his own design for deep tissue operations. Yet this unlucky hero is feeling everything, each cut and each pull. She wheezed and began to thrust, thinking she was under attack. Lina did the best she could to keep the hero still, whispering kind and soft words into her ears. This is going to be a long session…

~~~

Hours passed and the two healers were exhausted. Arylo leaned back into his chair, resting his cramped hands into his sleeves. Lina sat down hard on a nearby bed, wiping the sweat off of her brow. The operation was a success yet it wasn’t easy. Whenever Arylo applied any kind of healing potion or slav, this disease would consume it. New flesh would grow then rapidly fade. It was a constant battle between life and death, healing and rot. Yet Arylo did not slow down. He soldier on, using his extended knowledge of herbs to craft potions on the go, anything to combat the decay.

Now the infirmary is quiet, the once sounds where the labored breathing of the hero. Arylo had to remove a chunk of her shoulder, it’s shriveled remains will cause infections. With time and plenty of treatments, both she and her shoulder will recover. Yet if there is one thing Arylo can rely on is that heroes are surprisingly hardy. They can come back from the brink of death and continue with a smile. For now she slept, fighting off the infection that raged in her veins. Arylo will be here when she wakes up. Afterward he needed to know her name and the story behind this wound.

“Child, you got some explaining to do.” He chuckled, extending out a hand to stroke back the red hair from her face.

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