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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.

❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.

The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.

When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.

Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.

Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.

Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.

Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.

Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.

Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.

Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.

Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.

Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.

Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.

Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.

Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.

Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.

Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.

The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.

After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

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fan-goddess · 5 months

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aemond + sex pollen + getting caught + public sex 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

aemond is betrothed to reader (who he only v recently met after she comes to KL), they had no intentions to bed each other before the wedding bc honor ofc it’s aemond lol but the pollen gets them and they dont even get to make it out of the gardens before they started getting freaky 😭

Authors Note: oooh great idea nonnie i like how you think! The setting is similar to the small garden with the gods wood tree, but it’s A LOT more secluded than that. Plus changed Aemonds morals a little but it’s still the same man we know and love ❤️

Warnings: P in v sex, public, getting caught, praise kink, breeding kink, praise, degrading, mentions of aegon being bad, alicent shows up surprise! (I know I’ve missed a lot let me know what though so I can add them!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @arcielee, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @lovelykhaleesiii

Ever since you were a young girl, your duty had all you’d ever been taught.

It was what your whole childhood had been preparing you for. Your septa’s had taught you what you must do to make t your husband happy and content with you, whilst your mother had insisted on taking on the role of teaching you the acts of the marital bed.

It was graphic, how she told you that you must simply lay there and allow the man to enter you, allowing him to do whatever it took to for him to impregnate you.

It was those teachings alone that haunted you for days when you were informed of your newest betrothal to the young Targaryen prince.

You had heard the gossip of the eldest prince Aegon. How maids that were assigned to his quarters left mere months later with not only a coin purse, but a swollen stomach hidden under their dress too.

It’s probably was why you found yourself as shocked as you were when you met the prince Aemond, and fell in love with him as deeply as you did.

When you kissed him one late night in the depths of the library, it felt like everything was right. Aemonds hands felt perfect as they held your waist and chin respectively as he could. Yet no matter how disrespectfully you wish for him to hold you, your duty once again held a tight grip on both of your senses.

You knew that the morning after your wedding night, the bed would be checked to see if you had bled. And if you haven’t, you would bring a great shame and dishonour on your house, no doubt passing onto your own family you and Aemond would create.

So no matter how deliciously sinful it is to feel Aemonds lips on yours, that addictive forbidden feeling of his hands beginning to roam your body in between the tall bookshelves flowing through your veins, you know your duty as of now holds you hostage.

“Aemond, we-we cannot do this here…” You murmur between kisses and heavy breaths, trying your best to keep your composure as you lean away, only for Aemond to immediately follow your head with his own eager lips.

“Please my love... just five more minutes alone with you... then I will be satisfied. I swear it!”

“You swore you’d be satisfied nearly an hour ago my dragon! You’re never satisfied whatever it is you do! Whether it is your books, your training, and now even me it seems!” You grin, biting your swollen bottom lip in a teasing motion that only makes out betrothed more undone as he groans slightly in frustration.

“I am a prince of the realm! I could easily demand there be no checking of your blood!” It is almost amusing how desperate Aemond looks in that moment. His eye blown wide as he looks at you. His lips nearly swollen like your own. Even his cheeks now a deep shade of red.

“Aemond my love, it is because you are a prince of the realm that they check my Maidenhead!” You laugh lightly, stepping away from Aemonds heaving form that leans on the space you stepped from.

“I-I’m sorry darling. The moment got away from me… I will see you in the morn. Do you wish to break fast together? I could tell the chefs to prepare your favourite?”

“Aemond my love, we have broken fast together for nearly two weeks now! You must spend more time with your family before your mother believes I’m taking you away from them!” You laugh, intending for a small joke, only Aemond looks serious as he responds.

“I don’t care. You’re my family too. Married yet or not.” It leaves a heavy blush on your cheeks as you move to kiss his scar with devotion.

It takes the two of you a while, but eventually you find your own ways back to your respective chambers, where the both of you much to your respective guards reliefs, stay till the next morning.

Aemond to his chagrin meets with his family, while you dine with your own.

Your mother can’t help herself but talk eagerly on the debates of your wedding. What colour gown you shall wear and what food will no doubt be at the feast. But instead all you can think of, is meeting your betrothed later that day in the gardens, just as he suggested before the two of you parted.

Eventually you escape your mothers questions, and when you make your way to the gardens, you can’t help but admire the bright flowers as you walked past.

You turn your head, and when you spot Aemond standing there smiling by the godswood tree as he watched you, you can’t help but smile seeing the small bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Here you go my love. They’re flowers newly shipped from Lys, that have not even had the grace to sit in Westeros soil yet. I thought you deserved the first bouquet of them before anyone else…”

“Well thank you darling…” You smile, grinning slightly at Aemonds out of character bashfulness before leaning forward slightly and sniffing the bright flowers.

Only, you can’t help but gasp slightly when you’re suddenly hit with a strange smell. One akin to dark chocolate and a slight tinge of salt. It was odd, given what it was you were smelling, but what’s even stranger is that you find yourself already addicted to it within mere seconds. Already eager to bury your head into the arrangement and practically live there in order to smell that delightful thing as much as you could.

The only reason you find yourself not, is because Aemond quickly takes the bouquet out of your hands to sniff it himself.

Only when you see his eye widen and look at you, you can practically see it turn from a light lilac to a dark shade of purple, and you realise it’s not just you whose affected by the strange aroma.

“My love… I wish I could be sorry for what I am about to do, but I’m not.” Is all he says, before dropping the arrangement somewhere and shoving you against the tree, his lips eagerly connecting with yours in a passionate embrace.

Yet even with the vow of keeping your honour and your maidenhead screaming at you in your head, the feeling of Aemonds hands roaming your entire body is doing something to you that you cannot help but embrace wholeheartedly.

Your own hands eagerly take grasp of Aemonds hair and tugs, allowing a deep groan of his to practically resonate throughout your whole body.

“Aemond…” You murmur, “I want this. So much… but are you sure?”

He growls as he speaks, as if taken over by some other being, and you can’t deny how it makes your smallclothes feel strangely sticky and wet against your skin, and how much you like it.

“Of course I am ñuha jorrāelagon… but I must say that with what is coursing through my veins, I will not be gentle with you, like how I know you would enjoy. I will be rough, and animalistic. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Yes Aemond… I think I am able to handle all that… and more-“

You don’t even get to finish, as Aemond takes ahold of your face and kisses you harsher than he ever has done before. His teeth clash against yours, and you almost swear you can feel a tinge of blood on your tongue as he forces his and your own to move in some strange type of dance.

It’s so intense that feeling, that you don’t even realise entirely when Aemond rips the front of your dress open, allowing your front body to be revealed to him whilst you shiver slightly at the cold. Though you begin to quickly warm up when Aemond hot mouth leaves wet kisses all gone the length of your chest, trailing all the way to your breast that heave under the harshness of your sudden breaths.

“Good girl… what a good fucking girl I have for me to marry, and fuck my seed into…”

You whimper, and it all seems to turn into a sort of heavenly haze.

The taste of his lips on yours are like pure heaven, and his touch feels almost sinful as his fingers tweak and kneed at your breasts with hunger.

It’s only worse when he practically rips your soaked through smallclothes from your body, and stops a moment to smell them. The sight alone shocking you whilst you hang your mouth open in surprised arousal, a small breathless sound you don’t even realise you’re making being all you can say in that moment in response.

When he stuffs them in his pocket though and quickly undoes his leather trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, the desperation in your entire body making you feel as if on fire when you catch sight of his cock, which smacks against his belly with a slight wet sound.

“Do you wish for it wife? Do you wish for me to fuck you senseless and fill you with my seed, until all you can feel is me? Until you’re stomach is swollen with our babe? Our heir?”

You’re breathless, but you don’t know what else to be. All you can focus on, is him, and nothing else.

When you nod your head enthusiastically though to his question, his brows furrow in some type of anger, and quick apologises and pleas spill from your mouth.

“I’m sorry husband, yes yes yes please fill me with your seed! I want all of kingslanding to know who is my lord husband, and who has claimed me as theirs! I want your cum dripping down my thighs and to remain inside of me until a child is born from us! Please husband allow me to carry your heir!”

Your pleas certainly seem to affective, as Aemond releases a roguish growl of approval and quickly moves to position his weeping almost pretty looking cock at your entrance, before looking at your face carefully whilst he inserts himself slowly.

You can feel your face scrunch in a painful way whilst you make a wounded sound, but Aemonds soothing touch and words make you preen so much you almost find yourself forgetting about it all.

“Doing so good for me ñuha ābrazȳrys… my sweet wife’s going to be dripping of me…”

You let out a broken moan, and yet in Aemonds eye it is too loud, as he swallows it with his own mouth. His tongue prying you lips open and practically dancing with yours.

He ruts into you like a madman, the thrusts having no true rhythm as he allows himself only to have his mind sink into the feeling of pleasure only you can give him. The feeling that consumes him better than anything in the world.

It’s deadly, and hot, and sinful, which is why it is such an addictive thing to be feeling at that moment as he groans into your mouth. The frantic rutting of his hips becoming somehow more manic as you feel his cock throb deep inside your heat.

However, such an addictive thing is dangerous, as when Aemonds grip on your upper thighs tighten to become near bruising whilst his cock spasms slightly as he groans in completion, your own face hidden in the sweaty curve of his neck as you feel your own walls tightening around him. However, the sudden realisation of a voice being heard, leaves your eyes suddenly widening in horror.

It’s a shrill feminine voice that speaks. “What in the seven is going on here!”

You can feel Aemonds spent still hot in your womb, aswell as your own juices dripping down your naked legs, which is why it is so horrifying to turn your head to see who the voice belongs to, and make eyes with the queen. Who stands before you and Aemond with a stern and scared face, her eyes seemingly unable to continue to stare at the scene before her as they look to the sky.

You and Aemond quickly move to correct yourselves, even though that feeling of desire in yours and his’ bodies almost seem to force you to want to continue. Though the shame quite forcibly overwhelms it.

It’s overwhelming in fact, when you attempt to make yourself modest and realise Aemonds eager attempts to caress you made it so the front of your dress is ruined. It’s even worse when you quickly realise you have no smallclothes to stop the trail of Aemonds spent flowing down your thighs.

An almost amused expression taking over him when he sees your dilemma, and an even stranger reaction seems to take over him when his mother turns her back for a second and he flashes you a glimpse of your smallclothes from his trousers pocket.

“I have excused Aegons debauchery for many years, and for it to go unpunished-“ The queen starts as she can now finally look at the two of you, her hands fiddling with themselves whilst she does so in what can be described as a nervous manner. “Which is why I cannot allow this sort of thing to go unpunished now with you Aemond. I would have never of suspected this of you my son, and this is the reason I feel so shameful of you. I expect this of Aegon, not you.”

You turn to your betrothed, and the man flashing you a view of your smallclothes with a smile on his face is gone. What instead stands beside you is a grim faced gentleman, who is an image of solemness and dishonour. It is obvious how much the queens words have affected him, no matter how much you know he’ll deny it later.

“I shall make it so that the two of yours betrothal to be hastened. As quick as moon tea is to be made and drunk, we cannot allow gossip to be weaves into our already, dare I even say it, hellish society. Is next month too quick? I only say as as much as the two of you would like to deny, it only takes one time to conceive a babe. That much your brother has proven to me…”

The queens words shake you, and yet when you meet Aemonds own anxious gaze, the two of you cannot help but nod heads in agreement.

“Splendid! I do believe this soured castle is in need of a happy day or two…” The queen smiles, almost looking lost in thought for a moment at the idea, before walking away without a glance behind her. Allowing the two of you to stand in the seriousness of the moment.

Aemond turns to you with sorrow, and you almost find yourself gasping in shock when he begins to get on his knees and grasps his hands on yours. “My love… I am so sorry! I have dishonoured you greatly with what was supposed to be a gift, which I why I completely understand if you wish to-“

“Aemond my dragon, you must not be sorry! We both had been struck with whatever was in those dreaded flowers! Yet it does not matter now! I love you, my dragon, and this will not change that…” You kneel with him in the dirt, and it’s like his whole personality changes, as he pulls you into a deep hug and buries his face in your neck.

Your hands move to cup his head where it lays, and you almost swear you can feel the fabric of your dress dampen with possible tears. But you say nothing to spare him the embarrassment. Instead, you allow him to stay there.

Your dragon, your Aemond, will always be safe in your arms.

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gamerwoo · 11 months

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idk if you’ve said / written smth abt this before but i was rereading josh’s tftp and jia’s comment abt lilly loving ari had me thinking abt an au where lilly was still alive and the three of them were together !! do u have any ideas what their dynamic would be like? if u feel like writing a drabble i’ll always read more tftp content but also i know ur work is tiring so i’d be interested in any headcanons too !!!! <3 hope ur doing well

i don't think i've ever mentioned anything about this tbh, and while i don't think joshua would've ever imprinted on ari or even found her had lilly still been alive (because if his powers did stop working he would've immediately went to a doctor because of lilly so he wouldn't have shown up at the same time that ari was brought in, and if lilly didn't die i don't think ari would've been fated to be with him. honestly i think if they had found ari by some chance, lilly and josh would probably treat her more like a little sister or something), i do think this idea is pretty cute so i wanted to write it even though i don't think this would be canon. it's just too cute to pass up hehe

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All Lilly wanted to do was get the dishes done in a timely manner, which was why she had Chan on drying duty while she scrubbed at them. But of course, Joshua had to come up and wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly before whispering, "You need to go wrangle your mate."

She let out a sigh and put the sponge down by the faucet, looking straight ahead with annoyance on her features, "Why is she only our mate when it's convenient for you? Otherwise, she's only mine?"

"I think you answered your own question," he chuckled.

In the beginning, after Lilly and Soonyoung found her while following Eunjin one night when she was in a trance, Joshua didn't want Arinya being anyone's mate. He didn't want another mate and he was perfectly fine with sending her back wherever she came from despite his instincts wanting otherwise. But from the get go, Lilly wanted her to stay. Even if feeling another pull was a little confusing, she was willing to figure it out.

It was thanks to Lilly that Joshua even warmed up to the young werecoyote -- probably because it warmed his heart so much seeing the pair do almost everything together. Lilly was more than willing to teach Ari everything since she was so curious and naïve. She was also more willing to keep up with the younger girl's energy even if she got tired.

Even now, after Joshua finally accepted her, he would give up after a bit and hand her off to Lilly when Ari was too energetic or too curious.

"Is she chasing squirrels again?" Chan laughed.

Josh rolled his eyes, "How'd you know?"

Lilly let out another sigh and dried her hands off with a dish towel before turning around, her mate's arms sliding away from her, "You're annoying sometimes, Hong."

"No, that's kind of my only setting. You know that."

The two boys followed her out to the backyard just in time to hear a loud yelp, followed by a series of whimpers. Eyes scanned the area until the saw Arinya coming from the forest. Joshua took off running immediately getting to her right as she shifted back to her human form. Chan kept pace with Lilly as she followed right behind him.

"What happened?" Joshua demanded, cupping her face in his hands, her blue eyes filled with tears. He searched her body frantically for any signs of injury, hands moving over her body to turn her arms this way and that and to bend all of her joints to make sure nothing was broken as Chan shrugged off his button-up to hand off to Ari.

Instead, Lilly took it and went around behind her, helping her into it so she wasn't just naked in the backyard, because she knew the rest of the pack would probably come to see what she had whimpered at. But that was when she noticed welts on her back.

"Hey Shua?" she asked.

Ari cupped her left cheek and whined, "My face hurts."

Josh gently moved her hand out of the way to find a bee stinger in her cheek, and it was starting to swell. His hand was covering it before so he didn't notice it.

"There's a ton more back here," Lilly sighed, meeting Joshua's eyes over Ari's shoulder.

Josh held her upper arms and turned her around. Seeing her back covered in bee stings, he closed his eyes and sighed, "What did you do?"

"What happened?" Seungcheol called out, coming around from the front yard.

Arinya stayed facing Lilly as the older girl buttoned up her shirt.

"I followed a squirrel up a tree and there was a bees nest," Ari explained through sniffles. "I didn't mean to touch it, I promise!"

"We're not mad," Lilly promised.

Joshua, however, was chuckling at her, "Have we learned to stop chasing squirrels?"

Lilly frowned up at him, "Leave her alone."

"How bad is it?" Seungcheol wondered as more of the pack started coming from around the front or inside the house.

"She's got at least 20, probably," Josh shrugged.

"Are you allergic to bees?" Chan wondered.

Ari turned back toward him and shook her head before she looked up at Josh again, "My tongue feels funny..."

He noted she was talking with a little bit of a lisp and couldn't help but laugh, "Let me see your tongue, goofball."

She stuck out her tongue, and he immediately noticed the sting near the tip of it. He let out a loud laugh and asked, "What, did you eat one?"

"I don't know!" she whimpered, obviously distressed over her bee attack.

"Joshua, heal your mate!" Lilly scolded him. "Stop making fun of her!"

"Come on, kid," he sighed, obviously still amused. "Let's go to our room to heal you up."

Once upstairs, Joshua removed Chan's shirt from her body and Lilly started carefully pulling out the stingers that were still there, softly apologizing whenever Ari flinched or whimpered.

"Alright, open up. Let's fix your lisp," he chuckled.

She opened her mouth and Josh pulled the tiny stinger out. Instinctively, her eyes squeezed shut at the pain and she recoiled away from him, but he softly gripped her chin to keep her still before plucking the one out of her cheek. Despite her head turning away, he kissed the spot quickly and chuckled out a, "Sorry!"

"You should probably do her back first," Lilly told him.

"Am I supposed to heal her tongue?" he asked as Ari went to lay face-down on the bed. "How do I do that? I've never healed a tongue before."

"Just do her back, please," she sighed in annoyance. "I'm sure she's still in pain."

Josh just made a face at her before going onto the bed and kneeling beside the younger girl. He moved his hands across her back, healing the welts and removing the venom from her body to stop the pain and the swelling. After that, he had her sit up to do her cheek, and then he held her jaw and asked her to stick out her tongue again. All the while, Lilly sat behind her and kept her arms around Ari's waist.

Once Josh was done and Ari was back to normal, she slumped back into Lilly's body, "I think I need a nap."

"I think so, too," Lilly agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Wanna lay down?"

"Yeah," she mumbled.

Joshua moved to get in bed with the two girls but Lilly quickly stopped him, "No way."

"What do you mean?" he protested.

"She's my mate, remember?" Lilly reminded him with a shit-eating smirk.

Joshua rolled his eyes and pounced on top of both of them, taking Lilly by surprise but getting Ari to giggle very loudly.

"Mates heal better when they're together. It's a medical fact," he stated. "So you can't fight me unless you want Ari to be uncomfortable for longer."

Ari's head tilted to one side, "But I thought you already heal--"

"See, she's delusional," he nodded. "She really needs both of us."

Lilly snorted and rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Hong."

"Yeah, whatever, Hong," Ari tried to imitate Lilly, but it just made both of them laugh.

"Y'know what, I think I'm gonna give both of you up," he decided.

"I think you're stuck with us," Lilly stated with a smile and a sure nod.

"Yup!" Arinya grinned.

Seeing his two mates smiling up at him, Lilly's head resting against Ari's, he couldn't help but just feel a wave of happiness and love. So he smiled even though he was rolling his eyes.

"If you're gonna twist my arm about it," he conceded.

#anonymous #svt tftp

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Zoroark bringing them a child they ‘found’, but they parents are nowhere to be found! And they look awfully familiar……

Ooh, a baby?? A baby for Zoroark?? For trainer?? Lol, this is super cute <3 (also, I am very dense, so if this wasn't what you were hinting at, please let me know)

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Laventon:

When Zoroark brings him the child, Laventon is panicked, immediately calling around for the parents. He searches the region, but no one recognizes the kid. It's cleaved to him and to Zoroark, and as he gives up his search, he starts to notice how similar the child looks to you. . .

When they smile at him, Zoroark licking their face to clean it of crumbs, Laventon realizes what stands before him. He tries to coax out a name despite the child being mostly nonverbal, but nothing works. As a last resort, he calls them by your name, and feels dread grasp his spine when they respond immediately

He takes care of the child you best he can. It's bittersweet, being reminded of you whenever he looks at them, but at the same time, he gets to see how you were when you were small. Chaotic and always wanting to play, it seems. He enjoys their company, as much as Zoroark does, chasing them around his office with happy yips as they squeal

He knows they can't stay, but he can't deny that he loves having the little you around

Ingo:

Zoroark trudges into the cave during a rainstorm, soaking wet and cradling a shivering child in its arm. Ingo immediately sweeps up the little thing, wrapping them in his coat as he shushes their terrified whimpers and sobs. He tries to coax a name out of them, only to be shocked to paralysis when they say your name. Zoroark stares at him sadly, and suddenly he recognizes the big eyes staring up at him

Ingo clings to the baby you so tightly. He fathers them like no other, teaching them about the world their now in and how it came to be. Zoroark also enjoys the little, for their willing to tussle with the big dog, and enjoy getting kisses. Ingo watches the two interact with a tight pain in his chest as he ignores how you'll have to return

He surrenders himself to the child's joyful attitude and the songs they like to sing for him. Just for a while long, he promises himself, hugging them tight to his chest as they nuzzle into him, just a little while long

He can't seem to let them go when that while longer finally ends

Cyllene

Zoroark is hiding something in her bed, something squiggling and giggling. She's not pleased, especially after it ran off into a distortion earlier that day before getting put in time out in her home. Seems Zoroark has let a child inside. Cyllene sighs, and demands the child be returned.

But then a little head pops out that she doesn't recognize. And they tumble off the bed, running up to her, calling her pretty and calling themselves by. . . your name. She refuses to believe it despite Zoroark's whines as she leads the child outside.

But no one recognizes the child, not a soul in Hisui. The little creature with your eyes, your smile, your name, has no one here. And Zoroark has become very attached, but. . . if this is you, a far younger you, then you can't stay

So as much as it pains her, she keeps her distance, watching on as Zoroark chases you around, as you braid flowers into Zoroark's fur, as you shyly bring her the prettiest flowers you could find because, as you claimed, they looked like her. She keeps her distance, though she would give everything just to hold you, even this little you, just one more time. It doesn't matter, though. They'll be gone soon, and she has things to do

Volo:

He's exasperated when Zoroark emerges from the distortion, carrying a child. He already knows this kid is far more lost than they realize, but he can't keep them. No matter how much Zoroark whines over the little thing, they have a mission, a dedication to you, and there's no time to play around

So he takes the child to Jubilife, learning along the way that they had a very familiar name. He forces himself to believe its a coincidence, even when the child gives him your smile with your twinkling eyes. Even as Zoroark casts looks at him so sadly, the child snuggled into their fur, asleep

He takes the child to Jubilife, and let's them figure it out, freak out over this young you now running about. He starts to leave, but the child grabs him, asking him to play. He tells them he can't, he's leaving, and the tears that well up break the rest of Volo's feeble reservations

He scoops the kid up into an embrace, soothes their tears, and agrees to stay awhile. The village are hesitant, but Volo is so gentle with you that they slowly relax. Okay, he decides, chasing the kid along with Zoroark, maybe there's a little time for playing around

🍓🍓🍓

I can imagine this being like whiplash. You died, you came back as a Pokémon, and now here's a baby you?? Suddenly?? So excited and happy to see them?? They need to sit down

Have a great day, love!

~Renee

#laventon x reader #professor laventon x reader #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #submas x reader #cyllene x reader #volo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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malfoys-demigod · 1 year

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Proving Johnny Wrong Pt. 2/2

A/N: SO SORRY IT'S BEEN A WHILE since part one. I've been going through a lot of stuff and with work piling up, it has not been easy for me. Hope I can make up with this fic. @callsignmaverick5

PART ONE HERE

It had been weeks since Johnny Lawrence did the most idiotic thing he could ever do. Leave you in a restaurant, with the man he assumes is more perfect for you than himself. How idiotic.

Johnny had been hiding in his cave of an apartment, drinking from beer bottles to get through every day of feeling miserable. He had purposely missed your calls, avoid your texts, and canceled every karate class he was supposed to teach.

All his students were feeling sorrowful, not being able to see the man they call their idol. It took a few weeks even for Miguel Diaz, his favorite student, and across-the-hall neighbor to successfully enter his apartment but in the end, Johnny could never say no to Miguel.

So there they were, sitting quietly on the floors, backed behind the sofa, as Johnny continued drinking beer bottles and placing them everywhere on the floor. Miguel couldn’t help but raise the question he had been dying to ask ever since he found out about the incident.

“Sensei, can I ask you something?”

“Mm,” Johnny mumbled, opening the -nth beer bottle of the day.

“Have you ever placed all your trust in Y/N during the time you two were together?”

“Of course, Diaz. She was everything to me. Everything.” Johnny immediately answered, thinking it was a stupid question to ask.

“Well, then why lose all your trust in her that one time?”

Johnny felt more than embarrassed to hear this second question. It was a good question and he did not have an answer to it other than it being possible ‘Because I’m an idiot who should have known better than to trust her when she says they see each other as good friends now.’

He just wanted one chance again with you. He fucked up.

Then his phone rang.

He grabbed his phone from the coffee table in front of him, reading “Y/N L/N” as the caller.

He looked at Miguel, who shot him the same serious look he was giving him.

Johnny immediately swiped “ACCEPT” and spoke, “Y/N, look, I-”

“Johnny,” said a familiar, masculine voice.

Johnny’s heart sank, hearing Ken’s voice coming from your phone. He had started assuming the worst already. His first and biggest guess was that Ken and you had been cozying up these past few weeks and that you, on behalf of Ken, would like to cut contact with Johnny for good, and maybe Ken wanted to be the one to call as well to gloat.

“What the hell do you want!” Johnny snapped at the phone, confusing Miguel.

“Johnny, Johnny,” Ken said in a terrified and fast tone, “Where are you?”

Johnny, upon hearing Ken differently than he imagined switched to a more appropriate tone, asking more appropriate questions.

“I’m at home, why? What’s happened? Is Y/N okay?”

“I’m with Y/N right now and you better come quick, she has done something completely insane-”

“Where are you both?” Now.” Johnny demanded out of impatience after hearing the words ‘come quick’ and ‘insane’ associated with you

“At her apartment, I’m about to call my hospital up at North Hollywood so I can-”

“No,” Johnny said, standing up, getting his keys, and storming out of his apartment, “I’m coming there now, I can drive faster than an ambulance.”

Johnny was on the way to your place now. He was doing everything he can to speed up from Reseda to Encino, where you lived. He had so much going on in his mind and it drove him crazy. Did you faint? Did you get unconscious? Get a stroke? Heart attack? What could do something to a young and healthy woman such as yourself?

As soon as Johnny arrived at your place, he started yelling your name already from his car.

“Y/N!” he screamed, as he stomped over from the lawn to your door.

Ken already opened the door, waiting for Johnny with a nervous look.

“Where is she?” Johnny asked

“Upstairs, I-”

Johnny pushed over Ken, now running up to the stairs, as he did not see from behind that Ken was growing a small smile on his face, trying not to chuckle.

“Y/N!” Johnny yelled, opening the door of your room to see you, healthy, beautiful, and perfectly alright, standing in the center of your bedroom, with a small smile on your face.

“Hi, Johnny,” you greeted your lover, holding something from him behind your back.

Johnny narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between you and Ken, who had now stood beside a confused Johnny.

“What the hell is happening? I thought something wrong happened to you, dammit!” Johnny said.

“Well, Ken was right,” you admitted, looking over to a supportive Ken, “I did do something insane.”

“And it was so insane, I wanted to send her to a mental hospital for not thinking twice about it,” Ken joked, patting a still-tensed Johnny on the shoulder.

“Explain,” Johnny demanded from you, rolling his shoulder for Ken’s hand to roll off.

From behind your back, you held a paper and key and waved it in the air.

“I sold my house.”

“So you can move to NoHo with him?” Johnny pointed at Ken.

“No silly, so I could, well, possibly, and if you’re okay with that, um, move in with you.” you shyly suggest.

“What?”

You came closer to Johnny, grabbing a hold of his hands, “Look, Johnny, I’m sorry-”

“No, Y/N, I’m the one who should be apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for. All these times we were dating, I placed 100% trust in you. I never doubted you for a second. But I was just scared, stupid, and insecure when I saw this unbelievably attractive god for a man, I lost it. You know I’m twice your age. It scares me to think you could just run off with someone better for you, but I was wrong to make a decision for us without hearing your input on things and just running away from you. I overstepped and I regret doing it. I’m sorry.”

Then Johnny looked at Ken, who was nothing but happy to see the two of you starting to reconcile.

“Hey, man, sorry for being such an asshole. Y/N has told me nothing but great things about you. I should be lucky that you took care of her as a friend your whole life before she met me. I hope we can start over and become friends.”

Johnny lent his hand out, to which Ken shook with his, before coming out with a bear hug, hugging Johnny tight, “Of course, man. You really loved Y/N back then and even now. You truly are meant for her. I’m really glad she found someone as loving as you.”

“Okay, okay,” you giggled, seeing both your boys on good terms now, “Quit it before you both run off with each other,” you joked.

“So,” Johnny said, holding your hand now, “You’re really insane to have sold this place. If you wanted us to move together, we honestly could’ve used a better place like here in Encino than in my small ass apartment in Reseda, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I know, but I wouldn’t mind living in Reseda with you. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be fine.”

Johnny nodded, “Yeah, well, now that this is settled, how about we have a drama-free, fun dinner on me tonight? I know really good places around this area and we can try one of them. How does that sound?”

#johnny lawrence x you #johnny lawrence fluff #johnny lawrence x reader

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zegrvshvghes · 11 months

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He’s the best-JB63

I never thought I'd find love after what happened with my ex-boyfriend. He left me when he found out I was pregnant and it felt like my world fell apart.

I was scared, alone, and didn't know how to raise a child on my own. But everything changed when I met Jesper.

Jesper and I met at a mutual friend's party. I wasn't looking for a relationship, but he was charming, sweet and funny. We hit it off immediately and started dating soon after. When I told him I had a three-year-old daughter, he didn't flinch.

He embraced the idea of being in a relationship with a single mother and even said he was excited to meet my daughter.

The first time Jesper met my daughter, I was nervous. I wasn't sure how she would react to him, but he immediately put her at ease. He got down on her level, gave her a warm smile, and introduced himself.

My daughter didn't say much, but Jesper wasn't deterred. He played with her and read her a story, and by the end of the night, my daughter had taken a liking to him.

Jesper is an amazing step father to my daughter. He has made an effort to bond with her, play with her, and be a part of her life. He engages her in conversation, asks her about her day and listens to her talk about her favorite things.

He takes her to the park, teaches her sports, and even lets her help him cook dinner. I am constantly amazed at how well he interacts with her, and how much she adores him.

He has a gentle and patient nature which is perfect for a toddler. He never gets angry or frustrated with my daughter, even when she's throwing a tantrum. Instead, he calmly talks to her and tries to figure out what's wrong.

He knows how to diffuse a situation with humor or a gentle touch, and he always makes sure my daughter feels loved and safe.

One thing I appreciate about Jesper as a stepfather is how he respects my daughter's biological father in conversations.

He never tries to replace him or badmouth him in front of my daughter. Instead, he is supportive of their relationship and encourages my daughter to talk about her father. He understands that her biological father is a part of her life and doesn't want to create any animosity between them.

Jesper has also shown that he is willing to adapt to our family dynamic. He knows that my daughter and I have a strong bond, and he doesn't try to come in and change everything. He understands that he is a new addition to our family and respects that.

He listens to me and takes my opinion into account when it comes to decisions related to my daughter.

One of my favorite memories of Jesper as a stepfather was when we went on a family vacation. My daughter was excited to have him come along, and Jesper made sure that the trip was memorable. He planned fun activities for us and made sure my daughter felt included every step of the way.

He even taught her how to swim, something I had been trying to do for months.

One of the challenges that come with being in a blended family is discipline.

Jesper has shown that he is willing to enforce rules and boundaries but does so in a respectful and gentle way. He understands that discipline is necessary for raising a well-behaved child but does not believe in using fear or punishment to achieve this.

Instead, he uses positive reinforcement and encourages my daughter to make the right choices.

He is not just an amazing stepfather to my daughter but he is also a supportive partner to me. He understands the demands of being a single mother and is always willing to help out where he can.

He takes care of my daughter when I need a break or am feeling overwhelmed, and he has shown that he truly cares about our well-being as a family.

He has shown us both what it means to be loved unconditionally, supported, and cared for. He has taken on the role of a father figure with grace and patience, and I couldn't be more grateful for him.

#hockey #nhl #njd #jesperbratt #bratt #jesper

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sapphos-catpanions · 2 years

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“No, it’s not about young gays and lesbians – at least not in the way you think.

“When I first entered the gender debate about ten years ago, the entire concept of childhood transition was barely on the radar. It wasn’t until a few years later – especially with the debut of TLC’s I Am Jazz in 2015 – that you started to see the focus of the debate shift from adults to children. But when TERFs did notice that referrals to gender clinics were slowly starting to rise, most of them immediately interpreted it as a form of modern-day conversion therapy. Homophobic parents, so the story goes, where turning their gay sons into straight daughters and lesbian daughters into straight sons.

“At the time, that was probably an accurate assessment. When the first wave of detransitioners emerged in the middle of the 2010’s, it was made up almost entirely of young gays and lesbians. I don’t consider myself part of that wave – although I spent my high school years identifying as various flavors of transgender too, I was lucky enough to grow up in a region where access to any real medical intervention was pretty much impossible – but I would still say my own attraction to gender theory was also intimately wrapped up with my own sexuality and the pressures I felt from the conservative community I found myself in. Back then, there just wasn’t much of a reason for straight kids to find transition appealing, whereas there was a certain type of LGB kid for whom it made sense in a twisted way.

“But things have changed a lot in the years since gender theory began exploding into popular culture, and the narratives that previously made sense are rapidly becoming irrelevant. In my two and half years teaching in this district, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a gay or lesbian student transition to better “fit in” with heterosexuality. Nowadays, gay and lesbian teenagers mainly live their lives as, well, gay and lesbian teenagers – it’s the socially awkward heterosexuals who flock around them, desperate for a “marginalized identity” of their own, that you need to be worrying about.

“In other words: It used to be that childhood transition was a way for gay kids to make themselves straight, but now it’s primarily a way for straight kids to make themselves gay. And why wouldn’t they? In these internet-poisoned youth subcultures, being a boring straight kid (especially a boring straight girl!) puts you at the absolute bottom of the hierarchy, a totally acceptable target for barely-concealed contempt and passive bullying. I had a group of queer students who ate lunch by my desk every day, and every other joke they made was about the one “token heterosexual” who liked to hang out with them. Of course, she was non-binary too by the end of the year – you can only take peers “punching up” at you for so long before you’d want to join them on their level.

“This, more than anywhere else, is where common TERF arguments break down. It’s not that modern gender theory isn’t homophobic. It is, undoubtedly. But it’s homophobic less in the sense that it represses homosexuality and more that it elevates it to a sort of in-demand cultural signifier, wildly disconnected from any actual same-sex desire. Ironically, the TERF impulse to immediately center gay and lesbian youth in these talking points is part of the problem – most of these children are transitioning precisely because they want to roleplay as an oppressed minority, and the assumption that every social ill must always have a unique impact on LGB people in particular just feeds that obsession. If you really want to stop children from transitioning, you better start saying it’s for boring straight kids, not gay ones!

“As I wrap up, let me just say: I don’t want anyone who reads this piece to think TERFs are only “half right,” just because I’m pointing out some places where their analysis goes wrong. On everything that actually matters, they’re the only ones out there today consistently capturing the reality I see on the ground. It’s just that they noticed what was going on before anyone else did, back when all this nonsense was strictly the domain of a few fanatics and its primary victims were gay and lesbian kids; it’s no surprise that some of their talking points are in need of an update in 2022, now that gender theory is a full-blown social phenomenon. But their fundamental analysis still captures something essential that snappier criticisms from conservatives and centrists often miss.

“You can’t understand gender theory today unless you understand teenage girls today – and like it or not, you can’t understand teenage girls today if you’re tuning out the feminists who have been ringing alarm bells for decades now. So go find some TERFs and really listen to what they have to say, as long as you remember that the situation is changing rapidly and not everything that was right on the money years ago is perfectly accurate now. As for me, I’ve got about fifteen more sensitivity trainings to wrap up.”

https://wesleyyang.substack.com/p/gender-theory-in-schools-two-things?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

#gender dysphoria #trans #nonbinary

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the-delta-42 · 1 year

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Between Reunions 2

Christa sighed as she put the revolver she took from Alvin onto a table, the five-year-old glared up at her, trying to look intimidating. She wondered if her daughter would look up at her like this, if she had survived. Christa let out another sigh, she’d given Clementine a fuck-ton of grief, because she inexplicably expected a ten-year-old know how to deliver a child. Christa regretted not going back to give Clem a proper burial, or stop her from reanimating.

“Okay, Alvin,” Sighed Christa, folding her arms across her chest, “why do you have a gun?”

“To protect myself.” Stated AJ.

“Does your mother know you have this?” Frowned Christa, looking at the gun.

“My mom died when I was born.”

“Okay, does your caretaker know you have this?” AJ stayed silent, making Christa sigh, “I’ll need to speak with them at the end of the day.”

AJ turned his gaze to the floor, making Christa crouch down, “Hey, it’s good you want to protect yourself, but constantly carrying a gun isn’t going to do that.”

AJ continued to stare at the ground, “Everything we’ve been through, she keeps getting hurt. She was almost killed by the guys at the last place we went to because she found out they sold their own people.”

Christa placed her hand on AJ’s shoulder, “We’re not going to do that here, you’re both safe.”

“Clementine knows the leaders here,” Said AJ, making Christa freeze, “I got hurt and Clem said we needed to find somewhere safe.”

“H-how long had you two been looking for ‘somewhere safe’?” Asked Christa, getting a frown from AJ.

“Three years.”

Clementine frowned at Sophie, there was something familiar about her, but she couldn’t tell what.

“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Asked Sophie, wringing a scarf in her hands, “You know, with your leg and all.”

“I’m sure I can milk some cows,” Said Clementine, “What’s it gonna do? Bite me?”

“I saw a guy get impaled by a bulls horns.” Shrugged Sophie, “Where’d you come from?”

“It’s a long story, do you want the full story or where we’ve just come from?” Asked Clementine, tipping her hat back to look up at Sophie.

“I’ll hear the full story tonight over a couple of drinks,” Offered Sophie, “I’ll take the immediate history.”

“We got in a car crash, looking for supplies.” Started Clementine, neither her or Sophie noticing Christa watching them from afar, she and Kate were teaching the children about animals. Normally Conrad would be with them, but he had guard duty.

“You still haven’t spoken to her?” Asked Kate, as the children clamoured around a horse.

“No, I can never find the time.” Sighed Christa, getting a sigh from Kate.

“Lingard said her boot’s coming off next week, you could approach her then.” Suggested Kate, before she noticed AJ wandering over to Clementine, “Or you could speak to her now.”

Christa spotted AJ, before walking up to him and Clementine.

“Marlon really tried to say you and AJ were the problem?” Demanded Sophie, “And Brody said nothing, after you saved her life?”

“Pretty much.” Sighed Clementine, leaning back and spotting AJ, “Hey, there, Goofball.”

AJ launched himself at Clementine and wrapped his little arms around Clementine’s neck.

“Whoa, AJ, what’s the matter?” Asked Clementine, placing a hand on AJ’s back.

“I missed you.” Said AJ, his voice muffled by Clementine’s neck.

“I’m okay, Goofball.” Murmured Clementine, gently rubbing AJ’s back.

Christa was taken aback at how old Clementine looked and sounded, despite the girl being no older than seventeen.

“The teacher wants to talk to you.” Mumbled AJ, burying his face into Clementine’s shoulder.

“Why?” Asked Clementine, frowning and looking at the top of AJ’s head.

“I took your gun into school.” Mumbled AJ, making Clementine groan and pinch the bridge of her nose.

“AJ,” Sighed Clementine, moving AJ away from her so she could look him in the eye, “it’s good that you know how to deal with walkers and protect yourself, but we’re safe here. We don’t need to keep carrying guns everywhere we go.”

AJ looked down, “Are, are you angry?”

“No, goofball,” Clementine ruffled his hair, “I’m worried about it, but I’m not angry.”

AJ gave a small, hesitant smile.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Asked Clementine, frowning, “I thought you were supposed to be in school.”

“The brought us here to look at the animals.” Said AJ, as Christa slowly walked up to them.

“I take it AJ didn’t tell you about the gun incident.” Said Christa, making Clementine look up.

“Christa?”

“Hey, Clem,” Christa swallowed, “it’s been a while.”

Javí heard Clementine scream. AJ had run up to him and Conrad, saying one of the walls had fallen down and Sophie needed help. When they arrived, they found Clementine and Gabe helping Sophie deal with the Muertos, allowing Javí, and the small group that came to help, to spread out and cut the flow off. Then there were two gunshots and Clementine was screaming as she kicked a Muerto off her, with a chunk of her leg in its mouth. He saw Sophie raise an axe above her head, and swing it down. Once. Twice. The third blow severed the leg with the bite on it. Gabe had Clementine’s head in his lap, a make-shift tourniquet wrapped around Clementine’s leg, just above the knee.

“What happened?” Asked Javí, as Gabe stared down at Clementine’s pale face.

“A, a walker grabbed her,” Said Sophie, breathing heavily, “she fell, I tried to shoot the walker, honestly, I did. Both times I shot, I, I hit Clementine. The,” Sophie swallowed thickly, “that walker bit into her leg.”

“Jesus.” Muttered Mike, moving closer to Clementine, “I’ll take her to Lingard or someone.”

Mike picked Clementine and took off running, leaving the group with a severed leg and a large patch of blood.

“Get guards here,” Said Javí, after a moment, “that hole in a weak spot in our defence.”

Conrad nodded and left, Javí gave everyone an assignment, except Gabe, Sophie and AJ. He looked at them, before sighing, “Go see Eleanor, I’ll go talk to some of the R&D guys and see about getting a leg made for Clementine.”

“Do you think they actually survived?” Asked Tenn, looking at Violet.

“Who?” She responded, staring up at the sky.

“Clem and AJ.” Said Tenn, making Violet freeze.

“I hope so, but it’s unlikely.” Said Violet, after a moment, before looking at Tenn, “Hopefully, if they did die, they prevented themselves from turning.”

“I hate that Marlon and Brody got off easy.”

“Me too.”

Clementine shakily walked across the room she and Eleanor were in. They were testing the new leg that Javí had made for her, she’d managed to make her way around the sides of the room.

“Okay,” Said Eleanor, moving into the centre of the room, “Clem, I want you to walk towards me.”

Clementine felt her foot twinge, and limped towards Eleanor. She got half-way, before her leg gave out on her. She crumpled to the floor, with Eleanor catching her before she could hit her head.

“You did great,” Soothed Eleanor, as Clementine took deep, shaky breaths, “you got closer to me than you did last time.”

“That’s only because I fell.” Gasped Clementine, staring at the leg, “I hate this. I hate this room, I hate this settlement, I hate this fucking leg!”

Clementine’s voice broke, “Why does it still hurt?”

“Phantom limb syndrome.” Answered Eleanor, sitting down next to Clementine, “The brain still thinks it has the leg and is send commands to it.”

“Why didn’t they kill me?” Whimpered Clementine, the cramp in her missing foot growing.

“We wanted to save you.” Said Eleanor, making Clementine snort.

“‘Save me’,” Scoffed Clementine, “I’m fucking useless. I can’t fight, I can’t hunt. I can’t every use the bathroom without someone helping me!”

“It’s all part of the process, Clem,” Sighed Eleanor, “let’s call it a day. Would you like help with your crutches or…”

“I’m fine.” Mumbled Clementine, getting up and hopping towards her crutches.

“Leave the leg on,” Ordered Eleanor, “the more you use it, the easier it’ll be.”

Clementine grunted.

The prosthetic chaffed Clementine’s healing stump. She gritted her teeth and looked around before she limped over to the nearest cow.

“I can handle things if you need to rest.” Offered Sophie, before recoiling at the glare Clementine threw at her.

“I’m. Fine.” Ground Clementine, before sitting down and knocking over the bucket she’d just put down, “For fucks sake.”

Bonnie wandered over from her post and picked the bucket up, before nervously looking at Clementine.

“Sophie, why don’t you take Clem to Eleanor or Paul?” Suggested Bonnie, getting a nod from Sophie.

“I don’t need to see them, I’m fine.” Protested Clementine, as Sophie pulled her up.

“You’re getting all het up about your bucket falling over,” Said Bonnie, looking at her, “you need more rest.”

“I don’t need to rest,” Clementine bit out, jerking out of Sophie’s grip, “I need to get this FUCKING JOB DONE WITHOUT KNOCKING SHIT OVER!”

Clementine’s yell made the cow jump and start to move away.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE!” Clementine pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to control her breathing.

Sophie quietly moved towards Clementine.

“I’m fine,” Stuttered Clementine, her voice breaking, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine…”

Clementine started to break down, her breaths coming out in short gasps. Bonnie wrapped an arm around Clementine’s shoulders, before looking up at Sophie, “Go get Eleanor.”

Sophie nodded and ran off towards the hospital.

Gabe silently looked down at the top of Clementine’s head, Eleanor had given her some sleeping pills and a couple of pain killers. Clementine’s leg had kept her awake for almost three days, before she finally collapsed out of exhaustion on top of Gabe. He winced as a small leg kicked his side, as AJ flopped out into a starfish as he slept. Gabe glanced up when someone knocked and opened the door.

“How is she?” Asked Kate, followed by Javí and Eleanor.

“She passed out about an hour ago,” Answered Gabe, shifting carefully, trying not to wake Clementine, “her leg’s been hurting her.”

“Phantom limb syndrome,” Said Eleanor, carefully walking around the sofa, “the brain still thinks the leg’s there, so it keeps sending signals for it to move.”

“That’s great.” Said Clementine, her voice muffled by Gabe’s chest.

“Clem,” Said Kate, surprised, “Sorry, we thought you were asleep.”

“The knock woke me.” Clementine pushed herself up and frowning at Javí, “What’s that?”

Gabe looked at the object in Javí’s arms.

“It’s a mirror.” Said Javí, “Eleanor found something that might help.”

“What, like looking at my reflection?” Snarked Clementine, throwing a glare at Javí, “I already know I look horrible.”

“Actually, the mirror’s for your leg.” Said Javí, “You’re going to need to roll over.”

Clementine huffed, but did as Javí said. He placed the mirror between her legs and positioned it so the reflection of her remaining leg was in line with the thigh of her amputated leg.

“Okay, Clem,” Said Eleanor, “I need to you to tense your leg up.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Ugh, fine.” Clementine tensed the leg, curling her toes to speed it up.

“Starting to cramp yet?” Asked Eleanor, getting a grunt from Clementine, “Okay, look at the mirror and release.”

Clementine did as she was told, looking at the mirror before releasing the tension she’d made in her leg.

“Oh my god.” Gasped Clementine, as the cramping feeling in her absent foot vanished, “What the fuck was that?”

“Mirror therapy, it helps with phantom limb syndrome.” Answered Eleanor, getting a sleepy nod from Clementine.

“Okay.” Was all Clementine could say before she fell asleep.

“Well,” Said Kate, after a moment, “that was quick.”

Clementine limped into the paddock holding one of the cows. AJ had suggested wrapping her stump in something so it wouldn’t chafe against the prosthetic. Eleanor had taken one look at it and, along with Lingard, given her some Vaseline and showed her how to roll the fabric of the liner and suspension sleeve onto her stump, instead of pulling it on. Gabe had also made a strap to help keep the prosthetic on.

“Clementine?” Asked Sophie, poking her head out, “You’re back?”

“Yeah, how long was I out?” Asked Clementine, limping toward the red-head.

“It’s been three days since we last saw you.” Answered Sophie, getting a wince from Clementine.

“I was asleep for three days?”

“Two-and-a-half.” Corrected Gabe, bringing a bucket into the paddock, “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Eleanor and Lingard said I could work, so I am.” Retorted Clementine, giving him a short scowl.

Her face softened, before she stood on her toes and gave Gabe a kiss, “I’ll be fine. Sophie’s with me.”

Gabe put the bucket down and wrapped an arm around Clementine’s waist, “I know. I just can’t get the image of you all pale after… y’know…”

Clementine gave him another kiss, “Babe, trust me. I’ll be fine.”

Gabe sighed, before give Clementine a peck, “I’ll see you later.”

“Back at you.” Responded Clementine, as Gabe walked away, “What?” she asked when she noticed the disgusted look on Sophie’s face.

“That was so cute, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

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A sneak peek at an upcoming chapter in Safe Ship, Harbored, my introduction of Anne Bonny and Mary Read to the canon timeline!

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Anne stormed onto the main deck, voice bellowing as she called out Israel’s name. He turned away from his conversation with Mary to be greeted by a slap across the face. The chatter on deck immediately died down, the crew startling at the action. Mary stared at Anne, mouth agape.

Izzy reeled from the contact. “What the fuck - ” Anne grabbed him by his vest and hauled him to standing, shoving him back from her once he was on his feet. He stumbled a few feet back before steadying himself, hand rubbing his cheek where Anne had struck him. She stalked towards him.

“The English weren’t enough for you, huh? You had to make friends with Vane, too?” She asked, voice raising as she shoved him again, harder this time, causing him to slam against the ship’s mast.

“What are you - ”

“Anne, what is going on?” Mary asked, trying her best to stand on her own but still needing assistance from Oluwande to get up.

Anne ignored her, pulling her gun from its holster and pointing it straight at Izzy. He rolled his eyes at finding himself in the same position as all those weeks – truly a lifetime – ago.

“Aren’t we getting tired of this game?” He sighed. He’d barely finished his question when she cocked the gun and fired, the bullet lodging itself an inch above his head in the mast. They both knew she hadn’t missed.

Anne tuned out the startled shouting from the rest of the crew, focused squarely on the man in front of her. Her gaze seared Izzy to his core.

“Jesus fuck - ”

“What did he offer you in exchange, huh? Gold? Immunity? Your own fucking ship? What did the Dealer of Secrets give you for Montserrat?”

Izzy’s eyes widened at the island name, genuine confusion coming to the forefront as he looked between Mary and Anne.

“What’s on Montserrat?” Stede asked quietly.

“Where is Montserrat?” Pete asked, Lucius immediately smacking his arm in response.

Izzy ignored them. “I didn’t tell Vane shit about it.”

“He fucking knows, Hands!” Anne’s voice cracked, momentarily betraying her. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Charles Vane knows what’s on Montserrat. Someone told him. Why wouldn’t it be you? First Teach, now me? Is all this about that stupid fucking vote? From ten fucking years ago?”

“Oh please, give me more credit than that, Anne. I don’t give a shit about – ”

“So who, then?”

“It was Jack.”

Anne recoiled. “Jack didn’t know about – ”

“Yes he did. He found out a year afterwards. Knew the entire time. Despite what he wanted everyone to think he wasn’t actually an imbecile.”

“Why would Jack tell Vane?” Anne’s voice faltered, her slack on her gun momentarily loosened.

Izzy looked at her with what could only be described as pity. Anne hated it, hated the way he looked at her, as if she needed anyone’s pity. Anne Bonny didn’t need any man’s pity, she’d spent her life making sure she didn’t. She demanded every ounce of respect she’d ever earned, from her father, from James, Jack, Hornigold, Edward. From every crew she’s even been on, from the British fucking Navy.

Anne Bonny fought and clawed tooth and nail for everything she’s ever had.

But as she stood on that deck, surrounded by deafening silence and too many stares, feeling as if her soul was laid out bare, flayed for all to see, she felt like she had nothing. Not under the pitiful gaze of Israel Hands.

“Where did you think the Kingston came from?”

Those words knocked the wind right out of her. She felt like she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes widened, feeling her blood turn ice cold.

Anne remembered the Kingston, remembered the first time she ever set foot on board. She had never been on a ship that large before. God, she had been young and stupid then. She believed Jack’s story about being in the right place at the right time, how Vane had rewarded him for his contribution to the raid, how -

Anne recovered, steadying her hand again as she swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She pulled back the flintlock, this time pointing squarely on his forehead. “Give me one reason to believe you?” She nearly whispered.

Izzy held Anne’s searing gaze, slowly nodding as his left hand slowly moved to touch the ring tied around his neck.

“I didn’t. I wouldn’t.” Anne held his gaze for a minute longer, searching for any sign of deception. He held steady.

She finally broke, holstering her gun as she leaned forward, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

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slippery-minghus · 1 year

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damn, this book on emotional neglect (running on empty, jonice webb) really has me thinking about the night and day shift between how my parents raised me before and after their divorce. like, i've always known it was a big change, but this book is often emphasizing what didn't happen, what you can't remember (because it didn't happen), and i suppose i never really understood that 13 was young enough that things happening then would have a developmental effect on me too.

(putting this under a cut because i get kinda detailed in talking about shit i went through)

i went from having a mom who was not just depressed, but over-involved and over-protective. there were a lot of rules (not that any were made understandable to me) and expectations to follow. i couldn't step out of line without immediate consequences and shaming. and my dad was... a lot more strict. or at least, had more demands. he was never very involved in my life, but he was more back then than after my parents split, even though i probably actually saw him more after the divorce.

and then when i was 13 everything flipped upside down. mom was never around. i was actually left home alone for a few hours each day, when hardly a year before i hadn't even been allowed to pick out my own clothes or cut up my own food. i reveled in the freedom, and found out ways to get away with more than i ever had before. i went from having a perhaps-too-present (but still emotionally unavailable) mother to one who was just never available across the board. and she was always so overwhelmed and miserable i felt even more guilty for making her life harder by existing. and my dad's expectations just got loftier and more vague.

before the divorce, i was always under constant threat of parenting, it was always watching, waiting for me to mess up or remind them that i existed. but after, i was left to parent myself. i had to figure out how to be responsible for myself, because i couldn't rely on anyone to look out for me. so at 13, i had to quickly and messily start learning skills that my parents had refused to teach me up until that point. i went from being behind on developmental skills to suddenly advanced beyond what was age appropriate.

in some ways, maybe a lot of ways, i think the effects on me before and after were very similar. i was dealing with opposite but mirrored extremes. i'd already known before the divorce that i couldn't ask for help, that my emotions were unacceptable, that my needs were a burden (and that having needs was proof my mom had failed as a parent, because what kind of shitty mom doesn't just intuitively know? and make it better before it needs to be asked about?), and that i could not rely on my parents for helpful feedback. they were an oppressive force to be placated to avoid their wrath. and then after... all of that just got amplified, under the twist that while i was no longer in a panopticon, they would still only pay attention to me when i messed up. and no attention at all was better than that kind of attention. so rather than going off the rails and rebelling with my newfound freedom, i stuck to the lessons i'd learned in the panopticon: stay small, stay out of sight.

and there was no real help from my parents in trying to understand, as a 13y/o child, what the divorce meant and how to process my feelings about it. not that that was new. what attempts they did make all circled around "mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore and this is why. *lists everything bad the other parent has ever done*". because vilifying each other was the only way they could think to explain it. because they were too caught up in their own pain and agendas. so instead of learning to sit with the uneasy feelings i had, and process what the changes meant for my life, i was learning about the graphic abuses my dad put my mom through from as far back as before they even married.

and when my dad got a new girlfriend, i was expected to just accept it. and welcome her into my life. i found out about her within a few months of the divorce- emphasis on found out about, not was told. i had been borrowing my dad's computer, and he hadn't turned off his instant messenger with her before giving it to me. and years later, after i'd accepted her as my replacement mom (because she was so much nicer than my actual mom, who was at that time even more neglectful than usual) when their messy break ups started, i was expected to not feel a thing. to just roll with it when the only parent who cared about me was taken away.

and by then, i was already a little self sufficient adult in that house. i got myself to school, managed my own budget (aka stole quarters from my dad's change bowl so i could afford lunch at school and gas for my car to get to school), i did my own shopping and fed myself most nights. my parents were so caught up in their own lives, but it was okay, because they didn't have to worry about me.

it was better that they didn't worry about me. because the alternative was not even getting to pick out what shirt i wanted to wear for the day.

edit: coming back to read through this and confirm my suspicions that... yep. i say all this, in the context of emotional neglect, and mention what emotions i was feeling exactly one (1) time. and vaguely at that. it's not that i didn't have them just.. they're not important. it feels more important to validate the history, to say this is what happened. a bit like it might lose integrity if i add and this is how i felt. because the unending overarching blanket of it was so painful and scary and i was so angry just... i dunno. like, we get it. it sucked. everything is stained with that feeling, to the point that i must've just been overreacting or feeling that way intentionally to ruin my parents' lives. but no, set the emotions aside, because here are the events, here is the proof that it was so hard. (the proof that it was their actions at fault, not me Having Feelings Wrong) emotions have no substance. they can come from anything, warranted or not. but talking about how at 13/14ish my mom wouldn't let me walk two blocks from school with a large group of friends but no adults? that's real. it's a concrete thing you can point to and say 'that's fucked up'. (and it is fucked up. it makes present me very frustrated. and reminds me of how infantilized and scared/trapped young me felt. how lonely i felt because no wonder no one liked me if i was always being singled out and overprotected like this. it was like she'd never stopped pinning the "not allowed to run" sign to my shirt. i felt humiliated. and so i was angry)

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Hi, I’m Ed! I’m trans masc n use he/him. I personally think I would be pretty comparable with rengoku, cause we both have huge appetites! Some things abt me: I like writing poetry, embroidering patches for my jacket (i’m folk punk!!), practicing my bass (her name is beth<3), n sleeping. Im bi, female leaning but kny men hold a special place in my heart. I’m 5’2 so short n strong. Stocky shoulders n a solid stomach, that sorta thing. I have a dark brown mullet thing that swoops out on its own-

Firstly I’d like to thank you for your submission!! Secondly you sound like such a cool person I wish I was half as interesting as you are😤 NEVERTHELESS! Let’s continue!

Let’s play the Game!

These are the results of the Matchmaker’s assessments:

Mitsuri Kanroji: At a whopping 65%, I found that you were most compatible with Mitsuri! She’s fun, she’s loving, but most of all she loves you with every fiber of her being! She could spend hours in your lap or resting her head on you as you wrote your poetry, and every time you finished she asks (demands-but in a nice way) for you to read it to her. Once you do she will always say, “That was so amazing I love it! I want to write like you!” Together the two of you enjoy wonderful dinners side by side, always trying new things and new restaurants! Oh and btw she wants patches for haori and slayer uniform, she will ask really nicely tho. Honestly tho the cutest thing is that she will snuggle you from behind while you are playing your bass, in fact whenever you play she has to be near you because she loves your music so much. Immediately after you stop she cheers and claps her hands while telling you how wonderful you are. Ngl Mitsuri is easily the best girlfriend anyone could ask for 10/10. Oh and did I mention her cuddling is GODLIKE, she will straight bundle you up and hold you forever. She is a bit tall but that only makes things that much more wonderful because when she’s tired she will rest her head on you and just sigh deeply because she’s so content. All in all I think you and Mitsuri would be a wonderful couple and I demand that you invite me to your wedding🥰

Kyojuro Rengoku: Oh boy, here we go. Ok so scoring a very nice, very cool 35% we have Kyojuro Rengoku. I think Kyojuro would be very attracted to you simply because of how awesome you are! He’d be completely enamored by your poetry, your musical talents, and personality. He’d be extremely supportive of everything you did, almost to a fault. For example, he would push you to be the best at everything you did, especially your music. This is mainly because he loves listening to you play and to be honest he can’t get enough of watching you do what you love. It’s a little unsettling but while you play he would sit across from you and just watch. Without blinking. (*insert meme of guy screaming at cat to BLINK MF BLINK*) but he’s not going to because he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. Will suggest that you teach him, and if you agree he will become so dedicated that it will honestly frighten you. (Live by the bass, die by the bass). Kyojuro is intense but he makes up for it by bringing you food. The two of you have single-handedly supported the bento box industry, nearly crippling it actually. If you ever have a difficult day he is there right by your side with food, support, and love. Kyojuro is another one that cuddling skills surpass all others, as he is much tall than you he has no issue in scooping you up and keeping you right beside him all night. Get comfortable because he has an iron grip. In conclusion I believe he would the first to say “I love you” and he’d rather die than not tell you everyday. 10/10 fucking wholesome, I’m bringing champagne to the reception.

Honorable mentions! Gyomei Himejima!

I hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you’d like me to do anything else for you!

Thank you for playing!

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awindylife-writes · 3 years

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The Bar

Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader, Jack Harkness x reader (platonic)

Summary: Jack, the Doctor and you go to a bar. You are drugged and a man tries to take you but the Doctor luckily intervenes in time.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, but nothing graphic

"C'm on guys, there's this really great bar on the far side of Kristella, the lnky Sky," Jack insisted. "They serve everything you could want to drink, they've got live music and there's a festival coming! It's like Halloween on Earth, but the whole planet does it. They've even got punch!"

You grinned, "Well, l'm in." Why not? You wanted to have the experience with the two best friends you had, and it wasn't just any day you could go to an alien bar.

The Doctor and Jack looked at you in surprise.

"What?" you glanced between them, eyebrows raised.

"I mean it's just..." Jack began, "l never thought you were a bar enthusiast."

"Oh, l'm not," you assured him. "I just don't see why we shouldn't go. I mean, we faced the Shadows of Onn just two days ago and then the whole icky Persistence Incorporated lot like, yesterday. A bar should be a nice change of pace, unless you really don't want to go, Doctor?" Both you and Jack turned to look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck under your gazes.

"Weeeell, if you insist," the Doctor shrugged his shoulders and Jack pumped the air, "Yes!"

"Aright then," you smiled. "Jack, what exactly do we want to wear?"

The TARDIS wardrobe awaited you.

So far, so good, you thought to yourself.

You had arrived at the bar and quickly claimed a stand-by table. You were lucky you had gotten it, there wasn't much space left. A band was playing, as Jack had promised, and there were enough people dancing to create a crowd. The music was alien and had some surprising metaphors, but there was a nice rhythm to it and you found yourself nodding along. You apprechiated the volume too, it was quiet enough to talk over it where you were standing.

The before-mentioned punch cost a laughable two Eeti and most took the generous opportunity, you included. Nevermind the Doctor and his "It smells funny" comments. Jack ordered something bright pink and alien at the bar while you scooped the punch into a glass. The Doctor stuck with apple juice.

It didn't take long for Jack to spot a cute guy at a table next to yours. You and the Doctor smiled knowingly when they started flirting across the way. Soon, Jack gave you a questioning look and you laughed. "Go on," you nodded your head towards the neighbouring table.

He smiled in grattitude and hugged you hurriedly. You patted his back.

"Go on, get outta here," the Doctor told Jack, voice warm.

"I want you back before noon, got it?" you levelled Jack's gaze in mock seriousness. He flipped you a salute before walking out, hand in hand with the guy.

The Doctor and you continued your conversation. As he rambled on about the rings of Ahknaten, you rubbed your eyes. Was it just you or was everything getting a little blurry? Maybe your alchohol tolerance was even lower than you had thought.

Then you noticed the Doctor was eyeing Jack's half finished drink, and you could tell he was curious.

"C'm on, Doctor," you grinned at him. "This is exactly the place and the time to try something like this."

He gave you a questioning look, and you nudged him with your elbow. "I dare you."

"Weeell, you see, now l just can't refuse. My honor absolutely cannot take a hit like this," he shook his head in mock offence, a smile playing at his lips. He carefully held the glass and took a tentative sip. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Ooh, is it any good?" You had to make an effort to sound chirpy. Maybe all the running was finally catching up to you, because you felt like you were about to nod off.

The Doctor cocked his head. "Actually, it's sweet. I didn't even consider alcohol could be sweet, didn't even think. Who made alcohol sweet? Brilliant invention I mean, if my taste buds have anything to say about it. It's not gonna have an effect on me, me being a Time Lord and all that, but l've never bothered with stuff like this, it didn't seem nearly as interesting as a new world behind the TARDIS door, but now that l consider it-"

"You're gonna go order another one?" You gently interjected his rambling.

"Mhm, yeah, l'll definitely order another one," he answered with a grin.

"Good for you. Oh, and you could go pay as well?" you suggested. You didn't think you would be ordering anything else, not with your head as fuzzy as it was.

He took the money out of his pocket (you had reminded him to get some before you'd arrived, it wasn't exactly like you, a human from Earth, had Kristellan currency on hand). "I'll be right back," he promised you and headed for the bar.

You didn't mind standing there at the table on your own, but it was a little akward. You felt like a sore thumb, standing out from the mixture of creatures around you. You watched the people at the edge of the dance floor, their shapes and colours blurring. Was that supposed to happen? You couldn't seem to take enough air in, though you tried to breathe deeply. The mist in your mind spread, and bit by bit it got harder to think. You stared vacantly at the moving shapes, trying to remember where the Doctor had gone. Why were your legs so weak?

Then there was someone at your side, holding your hand and asking you something. Something about dancing? You nodded, unsure what he wanted, and he grinned. Then he pulled you from the table, and that wasn't right. You were in the middle of the crowd now, and the green tinted man had his arms around you. What was happening?

The Doctor found himself staring at the punch bowl while he waited for his drink. There was something about it, something niggling at the back of his brain.

Then the air moved, and he could smell the scent of it again. But what was that, that tinge, something barely there, something like an acid? Something hydroxy... something with butan... hydroxybutan....

Y-hydroxibutanoic acid. The Doctor felt his blood run cold.

He whipped around and grabbed the unsuspecting barista by her wrist. "Listen to me, right now," he growled and her golden eyes widened. "That punch bowl is spiked, and everyone here could be in danger. Do something about it."

She nodded in horror so he knew she understood the urgency and turned to her colleague, her voice grave. He left all his money on the counter without a thought, he needed to find y/n.

When he arrived back at your table, you were gone. He looked around in panic. You had drunk the punch at least twenty minutes ago, which was definitely enough time for the drug to kick in. If anyone tried-

Then he finally found you. His hearts sped up. A man with his hand around you was pulling you through the crowd, towards the door. The Doctor saw your wobbling, unsteady steps, saw you still try to get the man's hands off of you.

White-hot fury exploded in his chest, it burned everything away. His hands tightened into fists at his sides and trembled with his rage. Blood rushed in his ears as he gritted his teeth into a snarl. This was it, this was what Daleks were afraid of. He ripped through the crowd withought a thought to anyone.

Upon reaching you, he pushed the two of you apart. The creep stumbled to the side but at once, the Doctor gently took you by the shoulders to hold you up. Yes, there was fury in him enough to scorch planets, but this was you.

Your eyes foggy, you tensed in his arms and shakily tried to break free, but he soothed you with a soft voice. "Hey, hey, it's me, it's the Doctor." You immediately stopped fighting.

"Doct'r," you slurred and fell into his chest, eyes half closed.

"What the hell, man?" the creep demanded.

The Doctor pressed you against his side and turned so he was holding you up the furthest you could be from the man who had tried to- No. He couldn't even think about it.

"Hey! Dont cockblo-" the turd came at the two of you but the Doctor grabbed his lapel and pulled him close. The creep's eyes went wide as he tried to break free.

It was easy, so incredibly easy to hold him in place. The Time Lord rarely used his full strength, always relayed on his mind, because he'd seen what war meant. But now the restraints were snapping like paper strings and the beast in him rattled its chains.

"You get one warning, just one. So listen closely," he growled in the turd's face. "Run. Run far and run fast, because if l see you, if l so much as smell you in the wind, l will find you, and l will teach you the meaning of hell." He suddenly released the creep who stubled from the force of it and scurried away, into the crowd.

The Doctor looked down at you and all rage evaporated. Your head was resting on his shoulder and you were leaning into him to stay upright. Your eyes were closed. He gripped you a little tighter and cooed, "Hey there. Let's get you home, aright?"

You hummed, only half-coherent at best, and nuzzled into him. Butterflies immediately filled his stomack, but this was not the time for that. He tried to take a step, but it soon became apparent that you couldn't walk.

The Doctor carefully lifted you into his arms and headed for the TARDIS.

When you two finally reached your room, he gently sat you on the bed where you wobbled a little but stayed upright. He kneeled down and unlaced your shoes. When they were off, he thought you would want him to leave, but then he felt your warm hand clumsily catch his.

"Stay," you mumbled and he looked up into your hazy eyes.

He felt his hearts beat faster at the soft look you gave him. He wanted to find that man and rip him apart, he wanted to give you the universe, wanted to wrap himself around you and never leave.

He could never refuse you.

"Alright," he whispered. He slowly stood up and pulled back the covers so you could get into the bed, then he took off his jacket and his shoes.

When he clambered in, he planned on staying away from you, but you found him and pressed yourself against him. You lay your head on his chest as your hands hugged his sides. When you nuzzled your cheek into his shirt and sighed in content, he felt something soft and warm spread through him. Of course he'd known you trusted him, but this- You were helpless, utterly helpless, and you trusted him to hold you. A thousand stars glowed in his chest as he put his arms around you.

A voice in his head told him he maybe shouldn't be enjoying this, considering the cause that had led you two here, but it was small and distant and not impossible to ignore. You were safe.

He nuzzled his cheek into your hair and fell asleep with you in his arms.

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Thank you @johannaiii for letting me write this!!!! It was so much fun and it was a really good prompt!

Talia didn’t like the process of giving birth, in fact she loathed it. She swore she would never, and she meant never do it again. But when she was giving birth, and she found out that she was having twins, and she got to hold her children that she sacrificed and suffered for, she loved them. When she learned that one of them was a girl, she knew that her father would be furious and demand her death. So she immediately summoned one of the monks from the Tibetan temple that her father was allying with and gave them the girl. She demanded that they train her and protect, and that she would never, ever be mentioned to Ra’s. She even killed the nurses who helped her give birth to make sure that there was no one left who would know. It wouldn’t be hard to find replacements for them anyways, it’s not like their lives were significant. They had served out their use, now there was no need for them. When it was time she presented her son, Damian, to her father claiming him to be the only child and heir to the Demon’s Head. Ra’s was very pleased with her and she felt pride at being able to carry out her task properly that her father was very much pleased with her and her child.

Even though Marinette, as she had named the child before she had given her up, was no longer in the league, she made sure she was still in her daughter’s life. Once every year she left for “training” purposes with Damian and went to the ancient temple in Tibet to visit her daughter and make sure that the two siblings got to spend time with each other. Marinette was growing up so fast and the monks would report to her of her daughter’s progress. They told her that Marinette was destined for greatness and to be a powerful leader, and that pleased Talia greatly. The man in charge of her daughter's training, Master Wang Fu, would show her photos of her daughter and her accomplishments; she wished that she would be allowed to do the same for Damian. But the League and the Temple of Order, while partners, were two separate entities when it came to how they were trained and taught. She smiled as she saw her children sparing on the temple’s grounds, each assessing how strong the other had become since their last meeting a year ago.

They were both 6-years-old now, and Marinette had lost one of her top baby teeth. She wore the traditional light blue training robes the monks wore while Damian wore his traditional black and red armor with his katana sheathed on his back. She watched her children and a small smile graced her lips as she watched the two. They were opposites in almost everything, yet they were still so similar. Damian’s fighting was aggressive and forceful while Marinette’s focussed on out maneuvering and tiring out the opponent from a distance before striking where it hurt the most. Their personalities were like fire and ice with Damian being aggressive and mighty while Marinette was soft and humble. Damian was assertive and forceful in the way he spoke, while Marinette was gentle and descriptive. Though, like she said before they had many similarities that helped to cement their relationship. They both were very artistic, in battle they both would get up and personal with their challenger if given the opportunity, both were very intelligent and soaked everything up like a sponge, and both were highly competitive. The sound of metal being hit together sounded from the training grounds as Damian and Marinette fought with their respective weapons; Damian with his katana and Marinette with her two daggers.

“You’ve definitely improved since the last visit, 'ukht, but so have I.”

Damian announced as he went in to sweep his sister’s legs all while bringing his blade down towards her. Marinette used her daggers to lift Damian’s blade and flipped backwards as Damian tried to perform his strike. She was very flexible and graceful when she was in the air. It sometimes looked as if she were flying when she performed some of her stunts.

“Maybe you have, Xiōngdì, but I seem to still have the upper hand.”

Marinette replied with smugness dripping from her voice as her brother glared at her. Marinette carefully crafted her words to manipulate while Damian spoke his mind and used his to order and command. They were opposites, but they completed each other in a way few will ever know.

The day Damian and Talia were to begin their trek back down the mountain Fu ran up to Damian and placed a piece of paper in his hands. He bowed respectfully to the old man and looked at the picture. It was a picture the old man had taken a few days ago. Marinette was smiling brightly and had her arm around his shoulder while he had his arms crossed in front of him and leaned into his sister’s touch with a small smirk. They were both in their training clothes and stood in front of the mountains that hid and protected the Temple of Order. He smiled at it and glanced at his sister who was waving goodbye with a big sad smile. He simply nodded and left not knowing that this would be the last time he would for many years that he would lay eyes on her once again.

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The Order, it was gone, destroyed! Marinette felt tears rush down her face as she watched her friends and mentors perish in the flames of miraculous magic gone astray. She could feel the cold wind passing by her as Master Fu dragged her away, but she couldn’t remove her gaze from her home that was falling into pieces. What would Damian think, she had to leave something for him to let him know she was okay! But she was never given the chance because she couldn’t pull away from her master. They were the last ones left, and Marinette couldn’t wrap her mind around it at all.

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Damian and Talia hiked the trial many months later, and as they neared the top they could sense something was definitely off. The top of the temple would usually be in view by now. When they finally reached the top they froze as they saw the ruins of the burned and destroyed temple in front of them. Talia was the first to break from her daze and ran to the ruins searching through them to find any remains of her daughter. Damian soon joined his mother, but it was no use. Damian and Talia believed the worst had happened to her, and with silent tears flowing down his face he stabbed his sword into the ground in front of the burnt remains and fell onto his knees in front of it. The sword would serve as a gravestone for the fallen warriors here, but it specifically would serve as Marinette’s grave marker. She was a brave warrior, one of the best, and she was gone now. Talia stood by her son’s side and soon kneeled in front of it as well with her hand placed on her son’s shoulder. As they traveled down the mountain Damian swore that he would never be vulnerable again, he would never care about anyone ever again, because the pain he felt was too intense and never wanted to feel it ever again.

So both He and Talia took on more missions, Talia was rarely at the base, always gone doing whatever her father needed. The training in Tibet never happened again, and Damian grew closer to his grandfather. He trained harder, attacked ruthlessly, and channeled all his pain and rage into his strikes. He held onto the photo that Fu had given him of the two of them so many years ago. He had it tucked away in a secret place in his room where no one would ever find it, because he wanted to keep her with him in some way. Never again, he wouldn’t be hurt like before ever again.

~~~~~~~~~~

Marinette lived with Master Fu in a tea parlor under the guise of Marin Fu. She helped him run his parlor and distribute his charms to the people through the teas she brewed while he placed charms on people through the massage therapy he did. Fu let her be home schooled as she already knew way more than any normal school could teach her. She would just be repeating things when she could be learning more new material. She was also taught how to better practice her magic and use the miraculous. She was going to be the new guardian one day, she was going to be the last guardian one day, and that thought scared her and brought back all of the nightmares. She locked that night and anything before the fire back up in her mind only remembering what she needed to when she needed to.

Fu wanted her to interact with people though, so with the money he made he sent her to a gymnastics class where she could still retain her skills and get better at them. She honestly loved the classes and she felt so free when she did them. Nobody could beat her, in fact she advanced to level 10 quickly and was well on her way to the elite by the time she was 13. And that’s when Hawkmoth struck Paris.

Lady Rouge and her partner Chat Noir made a decent team, but he was nowhere near her skill level which often annoyed her. He wasn’t a true black cat, her brother was. He was her balanced counterpart, and this cat was just a stand in. And as time went on the imbalance continued the boy became corrupted by the destructive energy of the ring. She had continually told Master Fu about it, but he would not listen. And then it was time for him to pass, and she became the grand guardian, the last grand guardian. Tears fell down the young 15-year-olds face as she watched her mentor's spirit leave him in his peaceful slumber. He was so old, and it was just his time for him to go, but now she had nowhere to go, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hello, M’lady.”

Chat Noir said in a flirty tone as he spun his staff as if the speed he was doing it at would impress her.

“Hello, Chat.”

She replied terse with her arms crossed in front of her as she leaned on the railing of the Eiffel Tower and gazed at the sky that held little stars due to all of the lights of the city below them.

“Are you not excited to see your soulmate? Come on M’lady,”

He said grabbing one of her hands with a large smile and deep voice,

“let me take you out somewhere, just the two of us.”

It took everything in Marinette not to break his wrist in that moment, but she had to play along.

“Okay.”

Chat’s eyes widened and his leather tail began to move side to side in an excited manner.

“W-wait, really?!”

“You know what, ya. This week has been really tough and I could use it.”

Chat’s smile turned into a smirk and a dark twinkle lit up his eyes. He took a step back and held his hand, his ringed hand, out for her to take. SHe smiled at him gently and innocently and took his hand, and as he was about to pull her forward she took hold of the rings and ripped her hand off, taking the ring with her. There was a blonde boy with green eyes staring at her with shock and hurt written all over his face, then eventually anger.

“I am revoking you from being able to wield the Black Cat Miraculous. You are not compatible to wield this power as you are not my balanced counterpart. The ring has been corrupting and harming you after all of your exposure to it when you are not the right one to wear it while I hold the earrings. Thank you for the help you have given me in the past, but I’m afraid that I can not risk hurting you any longer.”

The boy stared at her with wide shocked eyes and nodded. She could see that he too had now noticed the change as with the ring it didn’t feel like he changed at all. She helped him get to his house and left after shaking his hand and thanking him one last time for his help. And as she was about to leave the property she heard the sound of something above her opening and through the now open window she saw an akuma flying out of it.

She quickly caught the akuma and crashed through the glass window into the dark room. Before Hawkmoth could even realize what had happened she had tied him up in her yo-yo and he was pinned in place with the tight cord. If she pulled it any tighter it would cut into his skin and draw blood. She grabbed the broach from the middle of the suit --which was as hideous as his akuma designs, if not worse-- and watched the man detransform making sure the camera on her yo-yo recorded the whole thing.

“You will be subject to the curse of whatever your abused kwami sees fit for you, and then the people of Paris will have you.”

Was all she said as she brought the man onto his knees so he could properly respect the kwami and the God’s they are. Nooroo appeared and stared down at the man in front of him with an angered fiery glare.

“Gabriel Agreste, you have abused me and my miraculous for too long! I bring upon a curse upon you, that no one will ever believe a word you say, and that your craft of manipulation will only work against you!”

And with that, pain courses through Gabriel and the wings of a butterfly were branded on the left side of his chest just above his heart. She left soon after that and sent the footage for the police. She watched from a distance as the police took him in, and told one of the officers that Adrien was innocent and had no connection to his father’s scheme. Once she was sure Gabriel would not be able to escape his justice she pulled the horse miraculous from her yo-yo and summoned a portal to wherever she needed to be next.

~~~~~~~~~~

Damian was in the cave training when Todd burst in and began to run towards him with a stupid smug grin on his face. Damian rolled his eyes and watched Todd stop in front of him holding something small and flimsy in his hand.

“Demon Spawn,”

He breathed out, his smug smile growing wider,

“Did you have a girlfriend in the league?”

Damian was….confused. He had no such thing, but as Todd showed him the thing in his hand his blood froze. It was the photo of him and Marinette. How did he find it?! Why did he even have it?!

“Give it back, Todd.”

Damian growled lowly hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

“She is! Guys, Damian had a-“

He tackled Jason after that and wrestled the photo out of his grip and held it close to him. He glared daggers at Todd and made absolutely sure that the old photo was still intact. Once he was sure. Todd was back on his feet and Damian had the urge to run him through with his sword for daring to rummage through his belongings and to dare touch his picture. He opened his mouth to spit out fiery words of anger, when a portal opened right in front of Damian. A girl walked out of it and the portal immediately closed. It was absolutely silent in the cave as the other occupants who were also there stared at the person. The girl was rigid as she stared Damian directly in the eyes, and he felt a familiar pull to her.

“Kaalki, Tikki separate. Tikki spots off.”

She spoke quickly, and her voice, and those words, and he knew who she was. But that was impossible, because she had died, hadn’t she?! Arms wrapped around him and he could hear sniffles and he felt his arms wrap robotically around the small frame of his sister.

“Xiōngdì, I missed you so much! I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner! Th-the Order was destroyed and Fu woul-wouldn’t let me leave a message, and-and someone was misusing the Butterfly in France (sniff). And-and…..”

She took a long shaky breath in and sighed,

“I missed you so much.”

It took a while to realize that silent tears were falling down his face, and he hugged her even tighter against his chest. Because his sister, his twin sister was alive, and she hadn’t died in the fire and destruction of the temple.

“It’s okay, 'ukht. I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for a few precious moments before Todd yelled,

“What the f*!”

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i’m a simple gal...... i like seeing natasha being overprotective and a little homicidal SO could i please request some cute mentor!almost itherlynat x reader? maybe reader gets badly hurt during training or someone on the team hurts her feelings? mamabear stabs? 🥺

More Than A Mentor | n.r fluff fic

Summary: After an accident, Y/N realizes her and Natasha’s relationship goes beyond mentor and mentee.

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve missed writing Marvel/Natasha.

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Natasha was not an easy mentor, and Y/N learned that quickly. She was understanding and patient, yes, but she also knew when to push Y/N and went to be a little stricter.

The thing was, Y/N was never completely sure what side she’d get of her mentor at what time - though she found herself not having to worry about it after . . . The Accident.

That disastrous day would go down in the team’s history, yet no one liked to talk about it. It was a day Y/N would never forget: it changed . . . everything.

It was one of the rare days that Y/N wasn’t training with Natasha. She had a meeting with Fury so Steve filled in for her. Y/N was not accustomed to training with a super soldier, and had to quickly adjust (it didn’t make it any easier that he had his shield, too).

She was doing well - at least, she wanted to think that she was - and so far had deflected almost every punch from Steve, managing to get one or two punches against him herself.

Nonetheless, the air was knocked out of her when Steve slammed her against the mat. She grunted, angry only fueling the pain when she saw that stupid smirk on his face, and used that to her advantage; he wouldn’t expect her to recover so quickly (and in truth, neither did she) but she did it anyway, throwing all her weight against the Captain. She secured he legs around his waist like Natasha taught her and, using the strength in her legs and pushing his broad shoulders, just about managed to get herself out from being pinned on the mat. Now, though, they were both sorta sitting on the mat, so Y/N kneed him in the chest, pushing him down.

“You’re good,” he whispered, just slightly out of breath, before he - seemingly without using any strength at all - threw her to the side where she rolled.

Y/N cursed under her breath, getting her feet. It was impossible to win against a super-soldier! Think, Y/N, think, what did Natasha teach you? Cmon!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve grabbing his shield, and got in a stance to either catch it or evade it - she hadn't decided yet - when yells distracted her. In her hyped up, adrenaline-pumped state, the first thing that came to Y/N’s mind was that someone was hurt. She was about to call of the training when a large, solid force smacked into her stomach, sending her flying into the air where she hit the wall, losing consciousness.

Steve's eyes widened, not thinking it’d actually hit her, and jumped into action. “Who the hell screamed?” The blonde yelled as he ran to his fallen teammate. He carefully turned her on her back and looked her over for injuries, seeing bruises and bleeding starting to form on her stomach and ankle and her head bleeding.

Bucky and Sam practically crashed inside the room, trying to beat each other.

“He threatened me!” Sam exclaimed.

“He tried to steal my metal arm!” Bucky defended.

Both men came to a screeching halt when they digested the scene, though. Steve rolled his eyes at his idiotic friends and tried to put pressure on Y/N’s head wound. “Sam, get Bruce, please. Tell him to prepare med - and Bucky, get Natasha. She’ll want to be here,” he ordered, and the men nodded, guilty.

Steve carefully picked Y/N up in his arms and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to med where Bruce and Helen were, Sam explaining the situation to them. Instantly, Helen jumped into action. She instructed Steve to lay Y/N down on one of the med’s beds and then ushered the men out of the room, where she then began grabbing various medical things and assessing Y/N’s injuries, instructing Bruce to hook her up to an IV.

Steve and Sam stood outside, not saying a word to each other, both pacing back and forth. They did not have to be silent for long, though, because pounding footsteps soon approached and the men looked up to see a very furious Natasha with Bucky trailing behind her.

The redhead’s eyes fell onto the closed med doors and huffed, turning back to Steve. “I leave her with you for training one day and she gets hurt?!” She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

Steve swallowed. “Nat, I-” He began to say, but was cut off.

“What happened?” Natasha asked.

Steve glanced up at her, first irritated when she asked him a question and then interrupted him whilst he was answering, but backed off when he saw the urgency, the nervousness in her eyes; she was scared. Scared that Y/N was really hurt and guilty.

“We were training. I threw my shield at her, expecting her to catch it or duck . . . But Sam and Buck distracted her and it hit her,” he said, not wanting to throw his friends under the bus but also knowing he had to be truthful.

Natasha stood in place, processing the information. She took a breath, and had almost completely calmed down when Bucky decided to open his mouth.

“Y’know, if anything we tested her. What if someone yelled during a mission? Is she gonna get distracted then?” He mumbled, not really meaning it but wanting to spare him and Sam Natasha’s wrath.

Karma’s a bitch, though, because it did the exact opposite.

If you blinked you’d miss it: Natasha swiftly turned and pushed Bucky against the wall, pinning him there with his hands above his hand.

“Don’t you dare start blaming this on Y/N, you hear me?” She said in a low tone, glaring.

Bucky quickly nodded and Natasha released him. When she did, the door opened and Helen appeared.

“She’ll be okay—” Helen began, and Natasha let out a breath of relief, “—but she does need to be off training for at least a month. She has a concussion, broken ankle, and . . . the shield sort of stabbed her in her stomach.”

It took a couple moments for all four to digest this. Steve paled and Natasha’s crossed arms for tighter as she bit her lip. “Can I see her?” She asked.

“She’s still unconscious, but yes,” Helen answered, nodding.

Natasha almost failed to contain the gasp lurching to leave her throat when she saw Y/N, all bandaged up. The spy gulped and sat down beside her, not knowing what else to do other than sit there, and had no clue what she’d say when Y/N woke up because she sure as hell wasn’t leaving her. Thankfully, Natasha had some time to think it out.

Almost a day later and Natasha hadn’t left — Clint had convinced her to go sleep and eat for a couple hours, but that was it — and now, Y/N woke up.

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N murmured in a haze of confusion, squinting her eyes to see her mentor curled up in a chair, reading a big book.

Natasha snapped her head up and immediately sat forward, a smile covering her face. “Y/N! You’re awake? How are you feeling? And how many times have I told you to call me ‘Natasha’?”

Y/N blushed but nodded. “I’m fine, probably the painkillers’ doing though . . . How long was I out?” She said.

“Around a day,” Natasha answered.

“Did you . . . Did you stay here?” Y/N asked again, a little smaller this time, playing with her blanket.

“Most of it, yeah,” Natasha murmured, relaxing into the chair.

“Really? You’re-you’re not mad?” Y/N said, eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprised.

Natasha scrunched her face up. “What? No — of course I’m not mad! You’re like my daughter! How could I be—?”

Natasha was cut off by Y/N’s loud, yet thankful gasp. The teenager sat up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and, after a moment, Natasha smiled and wrapped her arms around her too.

Y/N truly was like her daughter, and mothers were always protective over their children.

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

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