#anyway i love kit so expect more kit sets

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Magnus to Alec

Dear delectable muffin of love,

I hope this perfumed letter finds you well, and that you and R and M are having an excellent time in your exotic journey to…well, I believe the term you used was “upstate.” I have heard legends of this Upstate, but never did I know that my family would see for themselves its mountains, its twee farm markets, its River of the Son of Hud.

More to the point, I hope the kids are enjoying their visit with Grandma, and I hope you are referring to Maryse as “Grandma” as often as possible because I enjoy the face she makes when we do. On a less pleasant but more urgent note, I hope you’ve had a chance to talk with Luke about the Cohort/Idris stuff.

But do not tire your beautiful hands with a written reply. I will be heading to this “Upstate” myself to join you later this afternoon, as I am relieved to report that the business with the Blackthorn kids’ cursed house is more or less resolved. Although it was touch and go, let me tell you.

I don’t think I even showed you the note Jem sent, which said, “Emma and Julian are trying not to bother you about their house, and that is very nice of them, but unlike them, I feel absolutely no compunction about bothering you, and so this is me, now, in this note, bothering you. We are in need of a warlock and you are the best one I know for this. We would all really appreciate your help.”

As is often the case, I was both mildly annoyed and mildly impressed with Jem, who managed to be both very kind and also to remind me that I am a sucker when it comes to him and Tessa and will rush to their aid when I can. Because I am a sucker when it comes to him and Tessa, I wrote back quickly saying I would come.

I know what you’re thinking: “How could Tessa need a warlock when she is a warlock?” But different warlocks have different expertises, as you know, and while Jem was flattering me that I was the best choice, the reality is that I have dealt with a lot more curses than Tessa. That’s what comes of spending the past decades hiring your services out to any miscreants who come by, instead of more intelligently living a calm life as a magic researcher in the Spiral Labyrinth. Tessa always was the smartest of us.

Anyway, I must give Emma and Julian credit. I expected to arrive and find them banging the cursed objects against one another or something, but they had set up a decent enough protective circle and even found a spell. It was an old, kind of generic spell that I have found to rarely be of much use with actual curses in the modern day, but still.

Rather stupidly I set up a basic workaday curse-breaking circle of my own, and gave it a try. “Stupidly” because I had forgotten who did the curse in the first place. Your worst ancestor, Benedict Lightwood, all-around demon enthusiast and dilettante necromancer. How in bed with demons was Benedict? He literally died of demon pox — which if you do not know, because you are beautifully pure, my Alec — is a sexually transmitted demon disease.

But I forgot that in the moment, so I was surprised when the curse put up an impressive resistance. It writhed and thrashed and struck out, like Max being lowered into a bath. The cursed objects were all glowing, kind of neon green, where they were tied to the magic, and eventually I realized I was going to have to carefully unknot each object from the curse, one at a time.

I managed the flask, the dagger, and one of the candlesticks (don’t ask me to explain how THAT happens), but after that I was stuck.

It’s not a great look for a warlock to strike a big magic pose and then nothing happens. I am sure I looked ridiculous, like a mundane magician who couldn’t understand why the rabbit wasn’t coming out of the hat. Julian and Emma are very polite and only waited patiently but I felt quite silly.

And then I lost all my focus temporarily because the door opened and Kit walked in. He sort of looked around at the scene and finally said, “Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick, I see.”

“Purple is always an appropriate color for a warlock,” I said. “It is the decorative color of magic.”

Emma, of course, said, “Your magic is blue,” because she is an inveterate smartass.

“Maybe he meant me,” said Julian. “I’m wearing a purple hoodie. Also because it is the decorative color of magic,” he added with a nod in my direction, which I appreciated.

“Maybe you could put the objects on a purple tablecloth instead of a white one,” Kit said, and while he was talking he walked out to get a closer look.

And when he got close to the circle, Alec, I felt the strangest sensation. A feeling of…power, I suppose, kind of humming in Kit. You know the way your body kind of vibrates when there’s a really really low sound? That rumbling feeling? It was like that, but silent. I’ve never had that experience any of the times I’ve seen Kit before. I could also tell that Kit didn’t feel anything unusual. Or if he did, he was surprisingly casual about it.

So I suggested he come join us around the circle and add his focus to the magic. “Especially since Jem and Tessa have snuck off somewhere rather than helping out with this round.”

“They’re out in the garden with Mina,” Kit said, a little defensively.

I redirected everyone’s attention to the objects and established a somewhat souped-up version of my go-to curse breaker. I went for the other candlestick and BANG. No resistance anymore! There was a big burst of blue and all the knots of magic tying the objects to the curse broke into pieces.

Everyone blinked a bunch. Eventually I said something like, “Well, that was more what I was hoping for. I guess four people made the difference.”

I checked. The curse seemed…gone. I was actually a little shaken. I haven’t mentioned it to Tessa and Jem, because I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but I think it worked because of Kit. Not because we needed a fourth person. Something is going on with him, some magic that is totally outside his awareness. I assume it has something to do with being a descendant of the First Heir, but I’ve never been an expert on that kind of faerie enchantment. (And do burn this letter, after you get it — very few of us know about Kit being the First Heir, and it’s best if we keep it that way.)

It makes me sad to think of it. Kit is a good kid who deserves a good, ordinary life. I know that’s what Jem and Tessa want for him, more than anything, after the chaos that was his growing up. But I am not sure he will have a choice in the matter. Fae may not let him choose.

Julian reached out and took hold of the flask. He held it for a moment, frowning.

“What?” said Emma.

“Nothing,” Julian said. He looked up at me. “Is that it? No more curse?”

“No more curse,” I said. “I hope.”

And then down from the ceiling drifted Rupert the Ghost. I never met Rupert Blackthorn when he was alive. I don’t know what to think of him. On the one hand, he seems to have been an innocent who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a spirit trapped in a house he never lived in because of evil he never knew about while he lived. On the other hand, he met Tatiana Lightwood and thought that lady seems like marriage material, so there must have been something weird going on with him.

Rupert had been hovering and he descended until he was right above the table. He was staring at something on it.

“What is it, Rupert?” said Emma. “What are you looking at?”

Kit followed his gaze and started pushing the objects out of the way. “It’s the ring,” he said.

Emma said, “What ring?”

Indeed, what ring? There wasn’t a ring among the cursed objects. But there was a ring on the table now. Kit picked it up. It was a silver ring, etched with a design of thorns and set with a black stone.

“Blackthorn family ring?” Kit said.

“It’s not how family rings usually look,” Emma said.

“Wedding band?” said Kit.

“Shadowhunters don’t use wedding rings,” said Emma, but Julian had that thoughtful look he gets.

“I am bound here by a silver band,” he said softly.

“Shadowhunters can exchange wedding rings,” I said. “They just aren’t expected to. But they can if they want.”

Whatever it was, it was Rupert’s. He had followed Kit’s hand as it picked up the ring, and now he was reaching out for it with a thin ghostly hand. He wrapped it around the ring, which did absolutely nothing since he’s a ghost – Kit just kind of held it there for him. Then his eyes closed (Rupert’s, I mean) and he got this expression on his face of relief and gratitude and peace, and he just…faded out, right there. Just slowly vanished and was gone. No more Rupert. On to hopefully not being reunited with his wife, since she was also his jailer for over a hundred years.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” Emma said quietly.

“That’s for the best,” I said. “He was never supposed to be here at all.”

“Well, Rupert, if you can hear me,” said Emma, “it was nice being haunted by you.”

“Five stars,” said Kit solemnly, putting the ring back on the table. “Would be haunted again.”

And all the candles went out in the room at once. Which, if it was Rupert, was a nice touch. Though it may have just been a draft.

We all filed out of the room quietly. “It’s different,” Julian said. He was looking around at the hallway. “I can feel it already.”

I could feel it as well. There was a lightness that had not been there. A kind of pleasant hominess that a good house conveys and that had always been absent from Blackthorn Hall in the time I’ve known it. It’s hard to describe, but all at once it felt like Julian and Emma’s home, in a way it hadn’t before. I’ve always known it as a forbidding place, and then as a hideous ruin, but for the first time I thought, this was a place the Blackthorns could fill with joy.

And I’m certain they will.

See you very soon, my love. I shall kiss you until a toddler forces us apart to pay attention to him. So plan for a kiss of about 30-60 seconds, based on previous experience. But I wish, as always, that it could be endless.

Love,

Magnus

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #rupert blackthorn #magnus bane #alec lightwood #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #kit herondale #made a change to the ring

[dduane]

I just wanted to tell you, I came across your name in a book group - someone suggested your young wizard series as something to check out if one had enjoyed Harry Potter. I didn't have any expectations going in aside from the general 'kid discovers magic is real', and I started to read last night before bed. I woke up 3 hours ago and immediately grabbed the book, and mainlined it like a junkie. I'm going to the library today to get the rest of the series. I am 43 years old, I've never written a letter to an author before, but I just had to tell you - I think your story is amazing. I loved everything about it - you followed the rules of the universe that you built, and because of that, I was able to stay in the story right alongside Nita and Kit. It is *rare* that I don't get bumped out of a book when it breaks its own universal rules - the only other ones I can think of are the Fellowship of the Ring series and the Broken Earth trilogy. Anyway, I'll stop rambling, but I just wanted you to know that your writing is incredible, and you are now on my 'recommend this author' list. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

And thank you so much for letting me know! It's always good to hear I'm getting the job done. :)

As for the "rules" thing: I belong to one of the schools of (fantasy) writing that leans hard into the idea of limitation being key in both making things seem feel more real for your reader, and assisting them in fully grounding themselves in the story you're trying to tell them. (I just typoed that as "sell them", but that works too.)

Life is full of limitations: things you want but can't have, conditions there's no way to change but you wish you could. Without the ubiquitous reality of gravity underlying them, dreams of flying aren't worth much. So to feel real—at least from where I'm sitting—magic, to fit in, needs rules: things it can do, things it can't. The tension between those two states (and on the characters caught between them) will be a potent driver of both plot and character development. And with my eye on the drama both of those rely on, I have zero time for the "wave your wand and shit happens" approach to magic in fantasy worldbuilding. That generally strikes me as both lazy and boring.

Then once the rules have been set up, it seems to me, the writer needs to stay in them and not casually screw around with the structure... any more than gravity will let (nonwizardly) people screw around with it, no matter how much trouble they're in. Here, consistency really matters. To break the rules on a whim is to betray the reader... which is not a nice thing to do.

Anyway: I'm glad this approach is working for you so far. That said: the underlying magic system in the Young Wizards universe reveals more of its complexities as the series goes on. I'm hoping those books will work for you too.

#So You Want To Be A Wizard #Young Wizards #Young Wizards meta #magic systems #and #rules

[angelskvll]

𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ ㅤ 𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ candy!

pairing: toru oikawa x chubbyfem!reader

word count: 1.6k (HELLO??)

summary: when toru comes back from practice with a few scratches, he knows the one person who can kiss them better...

warnings: oral (f.receiving), mentions of breeding, little mention of cum eating at the end, toru is a chubby lover idc idc, sort of in between rough and soft sex??, pet names (baby, my love, mama, pretty boy, etc.), toru is a little shit (i love him sm)

authors notes: HAIIIIIILOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i'm so sorry that i've been so MIA like...... i went on vacation for like a week and even before that I had a bunch of tests and shit and then work right after it was just wayyyyy too much erm... BUT ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise A LOTT more is coming tehe :3 also can y'all tell i have a breeding kink or is it not too obvious?

Toru Oikawa has never needed anyone before in his life. 

His needs satiated by the attention of those who bombarded him with gifts, kisses on his charming face, letters that confessed their undying love for him. It had all been very cliche if he had to be brutally honest. Though, he never let it distract him. At least not completely.

Toru had continued to feed his love for volleyball past high school, exceeding his own expectations throughout his training to better his skills. Fortunately, throughout his self training, Toru had met the one person who wouldn’t chase after his attention…

“Baby? I’m home.” He mumbled as he held a tissue up to his bleeding nose. Leaving his shoes at the front door before closing it shut. He went to set his bag on the floor before freezing for a mere second and hanging it on the hook near the door. 

He heard your feet patter against the wood floor as you made your way towards him, and he already knew what your reaction to his injury would be…

“Hi my lo–Oh my gosh what happened?!” You screamed in worry as you rushed to your boyfriend's side, cupping his cheeks with one hand grabbing his hand to move the tissue from his face. 

“Ah it was nothin’. Hinata had spiked the ball and it hit my face…” He chuckled breathily as he looked down at you. 

“Well it was clearly something, Toru. You’re bleeding!” You whined as you pulled him by the arm and into the bathroom. “You better tell that little shit that if you seriously get hurt, I’m gonna kill him.” You grumble as you sit him on the toilet and rummage through the drawers for the first aid kit. 

“It’s not that serious, mama. I’m fine. Just a lil’ scratch.” Toru grinned as you rolled your eyes and walked towards him with the first aid kit in hand. He hissed as you pulled the tissue away from his face and let it fall into the trash can that was beside the both of you. 

“Look up.” You grumbled as you cupped his cheek with one hand and dabbed the cut on his nose with the other. “You need to start being more careful.” 

“You say that like I was at the verge of death.” His chuckle quickly turned into a low groan at the sting of the alcohol on his cut. 

“You will be if you don’t shut up.” You huffed before dabbing his cut a few more times, oblivious to the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you. 

He basked in the feeling of your skin against his. Your calloused but careful touch that had its own way of scolding him for being so careless of his own body, and gods did he love it. 

You pulled away for a second to stare at his face, finally noticing his piercing but charming stare. “What?” You looked down at him as he tilted his head to the side before shaking it softly. 

“Nothin’...” He mumbled before you huffed again and went to continue cleaning before he quickly grabbed your wrist, his tall figure standing up from the toilet and pulling you towards him as he stared down at you with a small grin on his pretty lips. “So pretty… Aren’t ya?” He whispered as he moved bits of your hair away from your face and grinned. “All mine too, hm?” He grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to your plush lips, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass while the other was tucked around your hip, with your hands burying themselves in his fluffy brown hair as you pulled him in for more. His tongue dove into your mouth the second you gave him access, twirling around your own before he pulled away to give you both a breath, a smirk on his face before he pouted mockingly as he looked down and grabbed your hand, “This hurts too, ya’ know?” He mumbled against your lips with a grin as he moved your hand towards his hard-on that pressed against his shorts. 

You look up at him and tilt your head, a small grin painting your lips before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I always take care of you… Why don’t we switch the roles this time, pretty boy?” You purr against his lips with a smirk. 

Toru pounced as he pushed his lips against yours and leaned down to wrap his hands under your thighs, lifting your plush body off the ground and pushing you against the wall as your tongues clashed together. With one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, Toru pulled you away from the wall and exited the bathroom and placed you roughly on the bed, climbing over your body and hovering over you as his lips never left yours before he ended up pulling away, only for a second to remove his shirt. His toned body always amazed you. After years of hard work, Toru was able to build muscle on every part of his body, but still stay the same soft boy you met a year ago. 

You ran your hands over his abdomen as he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away again, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth at your small whine. “Relax, mama…” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them down, along with your underwear. “Fuck…” He groaned lightly as he looked down at your twitching cunt that was begging for attention. 

“Toruuu..” You whined as you reached to grab his hands that began to push your legs towards your chest, with your lover who began to kneel on his knees as he came face to face with your weeping pussy. 

“Patience, baby. I got you…” He smirked before he looked back down at your cunt, his eyes glistening with need before he dove in between your legs. His tongue explored your folds as it occasionally flicked your clit. He groaned with his face buried in between your legs at your taste, “You taste so fuckin’ good…” 

You ground your pussy against his mouth as you held tightly onto his hair, pulling softly with soft moans leaving your plush lips, your legs threatening to close around his head as he began harshly sucking your clit into his mouth, “O-Oh god–!” You whined as he continued to eat out your cunt with a need only you could satisfy. “T-Toru– I’m gonna–” You began to squeal until you felt him pull away from your cunt with a pop. “W-Wha-”

“Mm mm. You’re gonna come on my cock before anything else.” He grinned as he hooked his fingers under his own shorts and slipped them down his long legs, pulling you towards the end of the bed by your legs and hooking your calves over his shoulders as he guided his dick towards your entrance. “What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about getting takeout maybe.” 

“What the fu–!” He cut you off as he pushed his cock inside of you, your walls tightening around his dick as he then leaned down with your legs still over his shoulders, and his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Y-You little sh–”

“Shut up for a second…” He groaned lightly into your ear, his breath warm against the side of your face. He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours as he opened his eyes to stare into your own. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful…” He hissed before pressing a kiss to your lips as he began thrusting his cock into you at a mediate pace, the squelch of your cunt music to his ears as the bed began to rock and creak softly. “Holy fuck…” He groaned lowly at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. 

“T-Toru–” 

“I know, mama. I know.” Toru groaned lightly as his pace began to increase, his dick pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could feel your walls begin to twitch as you felt the cord in your lower stomach pulling until the point it could snap at any moment. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick, baby.” He whispered against your lips with a smile, his head diving to then press kisses on your chest as he pulled your tank top down just enough to free your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as he continued thrusting into you swiftly. 

“C-Cum inside me, Toru… Please.” You whined as you buried your hands in his hair once again, pulling at his brown locks as he pulled away from your chest and grabbed ahold of your plush hips. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you at such a vigorous pace and your walls tightening around him as you both got closer and closer to your climax. 

He moaned at your words as he leaned down and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on the sides of your head, “I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you, mama. Wanna get you pregnant, all nice and full of kids.. You’d like that huh?” He chuckled breathily before his pace began to stutter. “F-Fuck–G-Gonna–” He whimpered as his pace faltered, with your moans echoing in his ear as you came around his cock, and his cum painting your insides white. Your toes curled at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, breathless pants leaving both of your lips as you felt Toru pull away from you. 

“Toru?” You mumbled as you reached for him with your eyes closed before you felt hands on the back of your thighs again, “Toru?” You called out again before a moan erupted from your throat. You felt his tongue begin to suck your clit once more, with his cum seeping out of your hole as licked every drop up. 

He moaned against your folds before pulling away, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Gotta make sure I clean up… right?”

#oikawa smut #oikawa x chubby reader smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x chubby reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #oikawa x pacificislander!reader #oikawa tōru #her words ۪ ᩍ

[sunflowersatori]

kiss it better - pt. 2

sukuna x nurse!reader

contents: modern au, f!reader, sukuna is just a guy™️, it's your weekend off but ofc he's gonna bother you, some swearing, innuendos

word count: 2.5K

a/n: people seemed to like the first one so here's part two (which was supposed to be about the same length but I definitely let get away from me), i know i made him ooc at the end there but i really just wanted him to be so whipped its not even funny ((also i apologize for the un-aestheticness of my posts i will try harder in the future 💀))

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You were laying on the couch relaxing when your phone began to ring, the number for your building's intercom system on the screen. It was odd, you weren’t expecting any company until later today, but you shrugged it off and picked up anyway. Maybe it was a package you had forgotten about.

You should have known better. 

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetheart.”

You immediately frowned as Sukuna’s voice came through the speaker, “What do you want?”

“Well I found myself in need of a little TLC and I was nearby, so…think you can patch me up?”

“Why me??” You rubbed your temples to quell the headache you knew was coming, “Can’t you go bother some other nurse?”

“Aww but you’re my favourite.”

There weren’t many options. You knew that if you hung up now he’d just call his twin brother to be let in and still come bother you. Yuji lived a few floors below you with his boyfriend Megumi, coincidentally another nurse. You’d run into Sukuna coming to visit when you were arriving home from a day shift, which unfortunately meant he’d found out where you lived.

You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.”

His reply was cut off by you buzzing him in, effectively dropping the call.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door, and you went over to open it, letting Sukuna smugly saunter into your apartment.

“You do know it’s my weekend off right?”

“Why do you think I’m here and not at the clinic?” he asked, eyes flashing knowingly.

You knew that he knew. Your coworker had texted you last night telling you that the “big sexy broody man with the tattoos” had come in asking for you, and she’d told him you had the weekend off from work. This also meant that he had gotten in a fight last night, and this morning.

“Is it like a sexual thing? Are you a masochist or something?” You wondered aloud as you went over to grab your first aid kit.

You could nearly hear the smirk in Sukuna’s voice when he replied, “I’m not, but if you’re asking after my sexual preferences I’d be happy to give you a few demonstrations.”

“Stop that. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re willingly going out and getting beaten up like every night,” You said, and brought your supplies over to the kitchen counter.

“That’s hurtful,” he came over to lean against the counter next to you, “you think I’m not winning all these fights?”

“Need I remind you that just a month ago I was relocating your shoulder?”

“Just took a hit at the wrong angle sweetheart, besides, like I told you back then, the other guy looked worse than me.”

You shook your head, “Just show me where you’re hurt so I can kick you out and go back to relaxing.”

Sukuna held out his hands for you, which you could see had blood on them - not a rare occurrence - and a few knuckles looked to be split.

“I told you I needed some TLC, so where’s that tender loving?” he crooned with a grin.

You took his hands and examined them, “Right now you’re lucky that I’m even giving you care.”

The injuries were surface level, so you didn’t have to worry about setting any breaks or sprains, and just got straight to cleaning him up.

“So, what does such a pretty nurse do on her weekend off?”

“I have some friends coming over later. We’re all going to get ready and go out to a bar,” you replied as you carefully wiped the dried blood off his hands.

“You don’t sound very excited. Need me to come along and make things more fun for you?”

You could practically hear the leer in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.

“No,” you frowned,” I’m excited…I am. I’m just tired, and going out isn’t really my thing…but we haven’t gone out together in a while because I’m always on night shift, and they really wanted to go…”

Sukuna was staring at you when you looked up at him. You couldn’t pin the expression on his face, but the scrutiny made you blush a bit so you quickly looked back down to his hands. Normally it would have taken a lot less time for you to bandage his injured knuckles, but you needed to make sure that when you were done you didn’t still have a blush on your face.

If he noticed that you were a bit slow today, he either didn’t care or didn’t comment. Knowing Sukuna, it very well could have been both. The man was probably enjoying the extra attention.

“You’re all done,” you said, stepping back once everything was clean and wrapped.

He stood, taking a look at the work and giving you a lazy grin.

“What a good job, see this is why you’re my favourite.”

He suddenly stepped closer, trapping you against the opposite counter. As had become the norm since he’d dislocated his shoulder, he gently took your chin and tilted it up so you were looking at him and leaned in close.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

It still made your heart race every time he did it, but you tried your hardest to compose yourself and slipped out of his reach.

“Alright, alright, now go,” you started pushing him toward the door, “I have a hot date with a couch in about two minutes.”

“Any chance I could get in on that?”

You closed the door in his face, but you could still hear him laughing as he walked away from your apartment.

As you threw yourself on the couch you noticed how warm you felt, and you couldn’t help but think about how nice that broad chest of his would be to lay against.

You groaned and shoved your face into a pillow.

Hours later, you’d luckily shaken off your flustered thoughts, but sadly for you, your mind had other things to worry about.

You clenched a glass of water in your hand as you looked out at the crowd, knowing your friends were somewhere on the dance floor. The outing had been fine at first, but now you were too hot and it was too loud, and there were too many people around.

You needed some space.

There was a small porch in front of the bar, so you decided to step out onto it, hoping the cool night air would do you some good.

Just as you had taken a calming breath, a body slammed into yours and you lost your balance, causing you to tumble to the sidewalk hard. 

You were vaguely aware of two men fighting right next to you, but your brain was still more concerned about the initial sting of hitting concrete.

“Hey knock it off!” You heard a familiar voice shout, bringing things back into focus.

“Can’t you see there’s other people around that might get caught in your shit?! Look what you did to this girl.”

When you looked up, it was to see Sukuna standing between you and the two guys fighting, who had paused to size him up.

“Why the fuck do you think we care?”

Sukuna's only reply was a solid punch to the man’s jaw. The guy went flying to the ground, and the other one figured it was probably best for his health if he left, so he made himself scarce.

“Hey,” you heard Sukuna’s voice, much softer this time.

You looked back over to find him crouching next to you, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“You okay?”

You nodded, and winced when you tried to shakily stand. Your knee was skinned, and some bits of rock and gravel had dug into your palm and forearm, but other than that you were alright. Nevertheless, Sukuna took your good arm and pulled you up.

“Want me to take you home?”

You nodded and he led you to his car. You managed to remember that you should probably let your friends know where you went, so you sent a text telling them you weren’t feeling well and that you were heading back to your apartment. 

Sukuna was quiet on the drive, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing over at you. Something was bothering him, that much you could tell, but what it was, you weren’t sure. It didn’t take long to get back to your building, and then Sukuna was walking you up to your unit, keeping a hand close to your back to support you if you needed it.

You turned to him once you reached your door, “Thanks for getting me home, and helping me back there.”

“It was nothing sweetheart, I’m glad nothing else happened.”

“Yeah, anyway I should..probably..” you motioned to your door and moved to push it open.

“You’re not gonna let me come in?”

You froze, “What, why?”

“Because you’re hurt,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You gave him a dry look, “I am a nurse you know, I think I can take care of myself.” 

“But you shouldn’t have to.” 

His words caught you off guard. The sincerity, and the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked the slightest bit embarrassed.

“You’re always taking care of people…let someone take care of you this time.”

You couldn’t help but stand there in silence for a moment, weighing his words, but something tugged at your heart, and you pushed the door wider so he could come in too.

“Okay. You can come in…I’m just gonna shower first, and wash up. I’ll be out soon,” you said, and headed off to your bathroom. 

You let the hot water sink into your skin as you thought about what Sukuna had said, wondering what it was he was thinking. Once you were out and changed into more comfortable clothes you returned to the kitchen. Sukuna was rummaging around the cabinets and mumbling soft curses, somehow having managed to change into sweats and a t-shirt. 

“First aid kit is top left…where did you get those clothes?”

“I ran down to Yuji’s while you were in the shower,” he said over his shoulder, “Being a twin has its perks.”

He found the first aid kit and pulled it down, turning to give you a smirk.

“Come sit sweetheart,” he patted the counter in front of him.

You padded over and pushed yourself up to sit on the counter and face him. He seemed to be digging through the contents of your first aid kit.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

He shook his head and tsked at you, “I bring you home and offer to take care of you and this is how you thank me? I’ve been watching you do this for a while now, I think I have some idea of what to do.”  

After pulling out what he needed, he took the arm with the scrapes on it and wiped it, being careful not to press too hard. He wrapped it in gauze, which wasn’t totally necessary as the scrapes weren’t too serious, but you simply let him continue without a word otherwise.

He cleaned the gash on your knee as well, this time picking out a bandaid and gently smoothing it over the spot.

“Almost done,” He said, getting down on his knees in front of you. He was tenderly holding your leg. Ankle in one hand and calf in the other.

“What are you doing?”

“Proving a point” he said softly, and leaned in to press his lips against the bandaid on your knee.

“Maybe you should kiss it better.”

“Why would I do that?”

“A kiss always makes it feel better.”

He looked up at you, “Better?”

You nodded and he rose, standing between your legs and leaning into your space with his hands on either side of you.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

His voice was low and gentle, and he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You took a deep breath and pointed to your face. 

Then you were being kissed, soft and sweet, and Sukuna’s hands were cupping your face as if you might break into a thousand pieces if he laid one finger wrong.

Your hands gripped his shirt, tugging him closer and he obliged. His hands slid from your face and down your back until he had them under your thighs and he was tugging you closer. 

“Hold onto me,” he whispered against your lips, and after you wrapped your arms around his neck he picked you up easily and walked over to your couch. 

You leaned into another kiss, letting him sit down on the couch with you in his lap as you gently threaded your hands in his hair. He kept you close, kissing you tenderly until you were both out of breath and had to pull away.

Neither of you went far, not wanting to let the moment die by putting distance between you.

“So…” he murmured after a moment, “you gonna kick me out sweetheart?” His hands were on your waist, thumbs lightly stroking your ribs.

You shook your head as you traced your fingers over his cheekbones, then followed his tattoos down the line of his jaw and to where they were just barely peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. Your eyes blinked slowly, and you began to realize how tired you were.

“Hey,” Sukuna took your chin in his hand and tilted your face to look at him, “you falling asleep on me?”

“No,” you pouted, but of course your body decided that that was the perfect time to yawn.

Sukuna snorted, “Sure. C’mon, it’s bedtime.”

He easily lifted you again, and after prompting you for directions he managed to get you to your bedroom and tuck you in.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll be on the couch if you need me,” he said, brushing your hair away from your forehead so he could place a kiss there.

Before he could move away your hand reached out and grasped his shirt.

“Stay here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

“Noo…don’t go…” You whined and tugged his shirt more, interrupting him.

He sighed and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, “Okay sweetheart, okay. Just let me shower real quick and then I’ll come back, promise.”

You nodded, and he tucked you back in before going off to shower. Even though you were teetering on the edge of sleep, you desperately wanted to stay awake long enough for him to come back.

A few minutes later, he was walking back into the bedroom, turning off the light as he did. He came around to the opposite side of the bed, and you felt it dipping behind you as he got in. A strong, tattooed arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.

Sukuna sighed as you settled in, “You have no idea the things I’d do for you, do you sweetheart?”

He was stroking your cheek, but you were already asleep in his arms, so he simply pressed a kiss to your head, and settled in to sleep himself.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you

[agentrouka-blog]

Dany fan here: I think other Dany fans think Jonsas are over the top with Dany hate because of pol!Jon. I follow many Jonsas because I’m perfectly fine with Jonsa. It’s not for me but I see the vision. That said I’m a bit of an unusual Dany fan in the sense that I’m a big fan of the Meereenese Knot essays and think the interpretation of Dany presented there is pretty spot on. I personally think Dany has a good heart but that circumstance and experience and terrible coping mechanisms have led her to act in villainous ways and whether or not a character is a villain is determined by their actions regardless of whatever goodness is in their heart. But anyway I do not like the pol!Jon theory. I think it’s out of character for Jon and needlessly cruel to Dany. I think it’s possible that he ultimately kills her and that could be fine and I don’t reject that theory, but I think the idea of Jon deceiving and sexually abusing Dany and then killing her for the sake of Sansa is what Dany fans think of when they think of over the top hate because they assume every Jonsa shipper also believes in pol!Jon.

I do understand why people thought Jon was deceiving Dany in the show though because their relationship was just so poorly executed and Kit and Emilia had no chemistry on screen. Imagine fucking up your show’s romance so badly that people think the script confirming that the love was mutual must have been tampered with.

Hi there!

(I think Dany is a compelling tragic villain, and it's lovely seeing someone loving her for it!)

I do think that pol!Jon (under duress, esentially) is a not unreasonable theory that grew out of the way the show presented their relationship. If there was sexual abuse I think it's fair to say it was in the hands of the more powerful party, though.

That said, I don't see it happening that way in the books at all and I think all characters will be better off for it. I agree it wouldn't feel right.

Certainly not in a punitive "you thought he would love you but he really loves Sansa, now die!!!" way. That cheapens jonsa as much as it cheapens the complexity of the conflict between Dany and Jon.

It's just a deeply uninteresting way to explore their existing conflict or their respective strengths. Not to be a hater but it's not exactly riveting literature watching Dany be manipulated by Daario and it's unlikely to be more so in a repeat performance with Jon who isn't even her type. Same as watching Jon go through a repeat of the abusive Ygritte plotline would be less than compelling.

We'll have instances of romantic manipulation. Littlefinger is practically begging Sansa to use his own obsession against him, and Arya gives us a preview when she lures Raff to his death wearing "Mercy's" face. That's been set up since the first book, and it works as a satisfying response to the way everyone has been telling Sansa how weak and simple she is. It's very personal, very steeped in their respective histories, very poetic.

But for Jon and Dany I think we can expect something more universal and even-handed than that. They are both at varying points manipulative and earnest, highly clever or unexpectly outmaneuvered. And neither will be in this conflict all alone and without advice. Not to mention, we have both of their POVs and watching one just miss all the clues of the other manipulating them would be flat. This only ever works with one POV withheld. The show tried that with Jon Snow live on the screen, to disastrous results. No way is that GRRM's plan.

I'd rather watch two clever adversaries play a big game of chess. And given GRRM's love for that game, I am certain it's also what he would prefer to write.

#anti jonerys #jon snow #anti daenerys targaryen #<- for filtering #jonsa #rouka ask

[chaotic-orphan]

I have a request if thats okay: hero is very scared of villain, but was assigned on a mission to fight them anyway. hero accidentally falls into one of villain’s traps and villain finds hero completely powerless. villain also has mind reading powers and likes to use people’s fears against them.

Intoxicating Fear (I)

The Old Fairground

“Well, well, well,” the voice bounced off the walls and echoed back to Kit who turned in place, eyes scanning the emptiness of the old fairground. There were so many old kiosks dotted around that it created plenty of shadows for Omen to hide in, to watch Kit from.

As if Kit needed more of a reason to be afraid of Omen.

A rush of wind to his left and Kit stepped backwards and to the right, whirling. There was no one there. Omen had to be close, close enough for Kit to hear him over the lapping of the waves beneath the old, creaking boardwalk.

“I didn’t expect Superhero to send his prodigy. Will wonders never cease?” The voice sounded so close to Kit; Omen’s voice was normal as if he were chatting over a coffee in a cafe somewhere. He wasn’t shouting to be heard over the wind and the waves. It made a shudder run down Kit’s spine.

“I must have scared them off and he sent you as mere entertainment for me, hmm? For sport? Are you truly that expendable, little Hero?”

“You must have me confused with someone else,” Kit called out into the darkness. Attempting to be brave. Surprising even himself when his voice sounded strong, sure, confident. “I don’t usually talk a lot during my assignments.”

“Pity,” said Omen and it sounded like he was right behind Kit. Kit rounded on his heel, leg up and deadly as it whipped through empty air and found nobody. Kit could see his breath reflect on the chilly Autumn night air and pretended it wasn’t a hitch in his breathing, but more a controlled labour. As if he were in control. “I love a good chat before a fight. Really gets the blood pumping. Perhaps we can shake it up for you, hmm? Good to be out of your comfort zone.”

“Or we can do this the good ol’ fashioned way and you can face me. Stop hiding in the shadows like a coward.”

The fairground went quiet after that. A whistle of wind blowing the creaky floorboards under Kit’s boots the only sounds wrapping around Kit.

“I’ll tell you what, Hero,” said Omen, and Kit could hear the smile in his voice. “Since you want to jump the gun so much and get down to brass tax, I’ll give you a little hint as to where I am.”

Kit’s heart thundered against his chest at Omen’s suggestion. He didn’t want to face Omen at all. Maybe he was a little too convincing. Maybe he sounded a little too brave.

Carnival music started up, followed by lights. Kit followed them with his eyes and found he led to the old arcade. Of course he did. Omen couldn’t have found a less creepy spot, no? That would simply be asking too much.

Kit rolled his shoulders. Then started walking towards the arcade.

Okay, it’s fine. He could do this. He could do this. Superhero trusted him enough to get the job done. He would be fine. He would be okay.

When he got to the entrance of the arcade, fingers wrapped around the handle, Omen spoke again: “let’s play hide and seek, hmm? I’ll hide, you seek.”

Kit grit his teeth, setting his jaw and swung the door open, stepping into the dark arcade. A cord of orange and blue light permeated the walls and ceiling, while the rest of it was different panels of black. There were enough shadows for Omen to hide in, but this place was more open than the pier. At least here Kit had a chance.

Omen and his stupid mind games.

Kit wanted to slap his forehead at not realising sooner how clear he could hear Omen. This whole time he was taunting Kit from his own mind. Poking about and taking up residence like walking into people’s minds and meddling was something completely normal and acceptable. Mentor’s face crossed Kit’s mind and he frowned and pushed it out of his mind.

Telepaths always creeped Kit out anyways.

A scream rang through the arcade and Kit was running before the screaming stopped. He needed to find the civilian Omen had caught… Kit slowed to a walk as the screaming faded.

What if Omen was making this in his head?

What if there was actually no one?

What if this was a trap?

What if, what if, what if— what if wasn’t good enough. Not good enough to warrant Kit to not try and help. If there was a possibility Omen was hurting someone Kit had to save them. He took an oath to protect people. To protect the innocents in the city.

Even if the thought of facing Omen made him want to get sick. Kit clenched his fists and pulled the electricity from the machines around them. The lights flickered briefly and then settled, although a bit dimmer. Crackles of blue lightning cloaked Kit’s fist and made him feel a little better about his inevitable, encroaching encounter with Omen.

Another scream and Kit turned to the left and took off, running through the employee’s only door. A series of offices were on the right side of the hallway and Kit looked in everyone as he ran past.

“Hello?! Where are you?!”

“Malyn?! Malyn? Is that you? Malyn, Run! Get help! Don’t—” Kit could feel the blood drain from his face at the voice. That was Other Hero’s voice. What were they doing here?! They were supposed to be with Superhero… unless Superhero could handle the disturbance in fifth and sent Other Hero for backup. Fuck.

Fuck!

Kit didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go home and hide under the covers and cry, and not deal with Omen. OtherHero was stronger than Kit anyway. How was Kit supposed to win against Omen?

Kit got to the end of the hallway and saw the double doors open to the pier again. He swallowed hard, pushing against the handles of the glass door, and walked out onto the boardwalk.

Opposite Kit, close to the fence above the ocean, Omen stood, a gun held to Other Hero’s head that was kneeling a little in front and to the right of Omen. Omen’s appearance alone would strike fear into the hearts of lions.

His face was pale, and that contrasted the darkness to the rest of his features. He had shoulder length raven hair slicked back, a few strands framing his face. Eyes so dark they looked almost black, and his lips a pale red, more naturally pigmented than anyone Kit knew.

Omen smiled when he set those horrible dark eyes on Kit. “Hello Malyn. You found me.”

God, his voice was so much worse up close.

Before it was normal, neutral, but in reality, his voice had depth to it. A mocking lilt and a knowingness that made Kit feel exposed.

Too exposed.

“Yeah,” said Kit, swallowing hard, the blue sparks cackling up his arms. “I found you. So, I win hide and seek, right? How about you let Other Hero go as a prize?”

Omen tilted his head to the side, a smile growing on his lips. “No,” Omen admonished with his silvery voice. “How about a trade, hmm? You for them.”

“Malyn don’t—” Other Hero let out a shrill scream without Omen even lifting a finger. Kit started forward, but Omen pressed the gun to Other Hero’s head and raised his eyebrows in warning at Kit.

As if saying: do you really wanna do that?

Kit held his hands up in surrender and said: “Okay fine. Fine! Let them go!”

Omen didn’t move for a moment, Other Hero still screaming and crying, and Kit fought the urge to step in to help. If he moved quick enough, he could get Omen with a bolt and he’d drop the gun at least… but then he’d have to deal with Omen’s rage and his power.

And Kit knew he weren’t brave enough to do that.

Omen straightened his head and drew the hammer of the gun back with a click. Other Hero stopped screaming and fell to the boardwalk. Kit moved towards them, but Omen stopped them with a light: “ah-ah, Malyn. Trade, remember? You for them.”

“At least let me—”

“No,” Omen’s tone was so final it caused Kit to pause. His heart was pounding against his chest, blood rushing in his ears as he turned his head to face Omen, eyes pleading. He might as well have been trying to talk to a brick wall. “Come along, Malyn.”

“I’m alright here,” said Kit voice shaky, standing protectively between Other Hero and Omen. Omen turned, dark eyes finding Kit’s and the humour draining from his face.

Omen let out a dark, humourless chuckle. “Cute that you think I can’t touch Other Hero with you like that. You want to test it?”

Kit didn’t move. He swallowed hard, planting his feet on the boardwalk. Omen’s eyes narrowed as familiar cackling swelled around Kit’s fists, up his arms to his shoulders and engulfed his body. His hair standing up on his head.

Omen grinned a hollow smile. His lips turning up but his eyes still that intense, black emptiness… Kit’s hands grew clammy as Omen turned to face them. He stood casual, one hand in his black overcoat while the other held the gun at his side.

“Alright little Hero. Give it your best shot.”

Kit didn’t need to be told twice. He threw both his hands forward, palms facing Omen as blue electricity gathered in his palms and shot towards Omen. The arc travelling at the speed of light before—

Kit screamed, his body spasming as he dropped to his knees, drenched in sea water. Kit put his hands out to catch them before he fell forward, coughing out a gasp of air.

His mind moving like sludge.

How… how did…?

The answer was the boot of Other Hero stepping in front of Kit. Fuck. Other Hero could control water. Fuck fuck fuck. If he were under Omen’s control…

“Other Hero…” Kit tried and immediately another blast of water hit Kit harder than a canon. He was thrown back a few feet onto his back and gasped as the wind was ripped from his lungs. This time Kit saw the tunnel of water swirling above him before it was blasted down at him.

Kit rolled to the side, springing to his feet, glaring at Omen who was grinning behind Other Hero. Using them as a fucking puppet. Kit couldn’t use his powers, not unless he wanted to fall unconscious within a few seconds. Fuck. How did Omen even know?! Apart from almost hitting the villain with a bolt two seconds ago, but that was two seconds of reaction. Kit had barely debuted to society.

“Alright there, Sparky? Or do you want to try and hit me again?”

“You fucking—” a rope of water coiled around Kit’s throat and yanked him towards Other Hero. Kit was on his knees as another tonne of water hit Kit from above and drowned him in it. Omen walked up next to Other Hero smiling down at Kit.

“What was that, Sparkles? I couldn’t hear you.”

Omen didn’t even wait for answer. He turned to touch Other Hero’s temple and Other Hero crumbled to the ground. A puppet with his strings cut. Kit reached out, a hand on Other Hero’s pulse and he sighed, sitting back on his heels.

Alive.

Just unconscious.

The relief was short lived, replaced by a vivid fear gripping him in it’s cold vice as a thin, lithe finger came under Kit’s chin and tilted his head up to look into those void-like eyes. Kit felt the hairs on his body stand up as a chill tan through him like ice spreading through his veins, seizing his limbs, rendering them motionless. Useless.

Not his limbs.

Not his limbs, his mind cried as he pushed to a standing position.

His legs pushed against gravity without Kit’s say so. His heart cracking against his ribs was threatening to break them it was pounding so hard. Kit licked his dry lips, the taste of sea salt coating his tongue.

His body was moving by another’s command. Kit tried to battle Omen’s easy control, but he didn’t know what to look for to fight him off. Panic was the only thing Kit had control over in his brain and it wasn’t exactly helping.

Omen’s lips spread slow, creeping across his face into a horrific, charming smile. His black eyes betraying his inhumanity.

“Aren’t you full of surprises, Sparks. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of those who go against me, yes?”

Kit swallowed and didn’t answer. He didn’t even want to look at Omen, but he couldn’t turn his head away. He couldn’t move. Rooted to the spot because that’s exactly where Omen wanted him. Mentor’s face flashed again through Kit’s mind, turning his stomach.

“Oh yes,” said Omen, tone reminiscent. “Old Mentor went mad trying to stop me, poor dear.”

“You drove him crazy! You weaponised his own mind against him,” Kit said, hatred colouring his tone. Omen smirked.

“I was going to do the same to you,” said Omen, his voice flowing through Kit’s ears like liquid silver. “It’s a favourite of my many gifts. Not at all fit for combat like lightning or water, but I can break you without breaking a sweat. Even before I took your body you couldn’t lift a finger against me.”

Kit scoffed, his lips curling back into a snarl. “Think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot,” said Omen. “But you think even higher of me, Malyn. Mentor’s fear was easy. Powerlessness. Inhibit his control of his power in his brain like a little switch and let his fear do the rest. But you?”

Omen stepped closer and Kit wanted so much to step back but Omen didn’t allow it, and Kit’s limbs didn’t move despite his brain screaming: danger, danger! DANGER!

“Your biggest fear is me,” said Omen, his voice taking on a revered quality to it. Omen moved his hand down from Kit’s chin to his throat and Kit flinched, his throat bobbing under Omen’s grip. Omen let out a soft laugh of surprise, his black eyes going back to Kit’s as he tightened the grip on Kit’s neck. “It’s intoxicating.”

“Superhero will send reinforcements,” Kit tried, his voice cracking, betraying his own disbelief. “He know—”

“Let Superhero come,” said Omen. “We’ll leave Other Hero here for them to find.”

Kit’s heart skipped a beat. “W- we will?”

Omen laughed again, dark eyes drinking in Kit’s fear. “Oh yes, sweet Hero. I could grow used to getting drunk off your fear, there’s no way I’m letting that go. You’ll have to come with me.”

Kit felt tears building behind his eyes as Omen spoke. Omen grinned as he noticed them. He raised a crooked index finger up to catch a tear as it fell onto Omen’s knuckle.

His dark eyes drew Kit’s in as Kit tried to fight off Omen’s command of his body. “No... no, please no,” he begged, his body shaking even under Omen’s compulsion.

“Yes, Malyn. Oh yes, absolutely yes. Don’t worry. It will be absolutely terrifying. You’re going to forget the road trip there however, you understand I can’t have you telling tales.”

“Omen please—” Kit cried, and it was the last thing he remembered before Omen shut his memory down and blackness descended on his mind.

*~*~*~*~*

This was such a fun request! Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy ^~^

Continued here

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[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕬𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This poor, poor Space Marine, or us?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(Have a treat, for your birf day.), @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Petite rose - Little Rose (French)

Rose douce - Sweet Rose (French)

"Automotivo Bibi Fogosa" by Bibi Babydoll X DJ Brunin XM. This song is… smutty✨

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Google Translation, Language.

'It would be fun' she said

'It would be great' she said.

Yet, nothing about a horny, raving party was fun, at least not to me. I didn't find the satisfaction of being surrounded by sweating bodies, shoving shoulders and getting grinded on by other people which Stacy tried to encourage from the cross the party to involve in such acts. Giving me a thumbs up before turning back to her man that she was hoping to get down with.

Rolling my eyes at her, I sipped on my overly spiked drink, avoiding wobbly and tripping legs that have no idea who they were to grind on.

I huffed, narrowly avoiding another set of pushing bodies on my way out of this disastrous party. If I was going to grind on someone so mindlessly it probably would be my own drink in my hand. This drink deserves it for burning my own throat better than how this party was dancing.

"Wait!" I heard Stacy call my name while I reluctantly stopped to see what kind of thing she would tell me now. To tell me how "good" this party really was.

"Please, do not leave just yet." She heaved, leaning over to clutch her thighs. Preventing her dark blue, glittery dress from sliding up more than it should, and to breathe. "Give this party a chance, yes?"

Taking another sip from my drink. I didn't answer her out right, she'll have to convince me a little more for me to stay for the entire duration that she would be here. I didn't plan on getting that drunk to not drive back home where I craved to be at right now.

"How about," she started, straightening up as she took a little device out of her pockets of her dress. "I give you this toy."

"A toy?" I scoffed, astounded by this random toy she had in her dress of her pocket. Was that thing even clean?

"Yes, this toy." She confirmed, switching the thing on and flipping it in her hands. "It's new, never used it. Just had it just in case."

"Just in case? For what? Why are you just carrying that around?" I asked. I knew Stacy was a wild thing, but not this wild!

She shrugged, turning it back off and tossed the tiny device at me as I unwillingly caught in my hand. "Maybe I needed something to kick things up a notch?"

"What am I supposed to do with this anyway?" I questioned, flipping the toy in my hand. It was way smaller in hand that it was by eye.

"It vibrates." Stacy simply said like it was the most normal thing to utter out in the public world.

So, she expects me to use this for myself pleasure? What kind of deal was that to get me to stay here with all these horny teens and young adults? Offering me toy that I won't use?

Oh, how the universe loved to change fate at random times.

Unexpectedly, a space marine came out of nowhere. Scaring the soul right out of me as I jumped. Clearly not expecting a Space Marine to be out here in all of the places they could have gone to. The small toy flying through the air towards the purple armor of the Space Marine and bouncing off his chestplate.

Me and Stacy could only watch with horror as the tiny toy slowly slide right between his armor plates near his hips. His form hunching over the next second.

Oh my god, did I accidently turn the stupid thing on too?

I looked quickly towards Stacy for help, but suddenly now she doesn't want to help me. Putting her hands up in surrender and backed away slowly, fading into the bouncing crowds of people.

I yelped when I felt the gauntlet of the Space Marine pulled me to him. His grip nearly crushing my arm, tightening then lighting up again.

"Vous. (You.)" The Marine spoke in a language I didn't understand, but I sure as hell can hear that grace of growled French in there and that rose the hairs on my arm in a good way. "Vous, vous allez m'aider avec ça. (You, you will help me with this.)”

I don’t know what the f*ck he said and I was very tempted to book it out of here, leave him to wither, but I know that tone was either a threat or a promise, maybe both?

“Wait, wait, wait-” I rambled, trying to pull away from the withering Astartes while he managed to get back up on his two feet. His gauntlet still on my arm pulling me closer to him as he threw me over his pauldron, a squeak leaving me.

“Calme-toi, petite rose.(Calm down, little rose.)” The Astartes’ rumbles, briefly stopping on his way of kidnapping me. “Je ne mordrai pas... beaucoup.(I won’t bite… much.)”

“I don’t know what the f*ck you are saying. I just hope you are not kidnapping me.” I say out loud, sitting myself up on his shoulder as some people cheer out at my predicament.

“Merde? Oui.(F*ck? Yes.)” The purple Astartes responds, rounding a corner and towards an exit “Enlèvement? Peut-être. (Kidnapping? Maybe.)”

“Please, speak some form of English.” I groan, wiggling in his hold.

“Oh, mais tu aimes la petite rose. (Oh, but you like it little rose.)” The Astartes purrs. His helmet pressing up against my leg, squeezing my thigh a little tighter, getting another squeak. “Je peux le sentir.(I can smell it.)”

“Listen, I’ll make you a much better deal than what my friend Stacy offered me.” I huffed, tracing his insignia of the ‘Emperors children’ on his pauldron as we made it outside of the building and into the cold night.

I mean, what else was I supposed to do? “Escape?”

I little ‘huh’ left me as he placed me down on the sidewalk. Not even considering that he would hear me out or even know my language for that matter, but so far so good.

“Qu'avez-vous à offrir? (What do you have to offer?)” He voices, gesturing with his gauntlet.

“I take that toy out of your armor and…” I trailed not thinking I would get this far with an Astartes.

“J'ai l'air de te mettre à la clame. (I get to claim you.)” He “suggests” tilting his head for more effect.

“Yes, that. Whatever that means.” I say, mumbling that last part and coming forward to inspect his armor more.

Yet, he picks me up bridal-style instead??? Did he want to do it in a more disclosed place, but he was just shaking seconds ago?

“Une rose si douce. (Such a sweet rose.)” The Astartes purrs, nuzzling the top of my head as I blinked.

What the hell did I get myself into?

To answer that quickly, I got myself into his f*cking nest. His nest! Quite literally!

At first, I was very reluctant with doing sexual acts with the Astartes. I didn’t even know him! I met him by just dropping a toy in his armor, accidentally.

Now he thinks i’m his mate or something? It’s clearly he wants to do. Purring, cooing, and whispering in my ear with that French of his. His hands tracing and tugging at my clothing. A little impatient, but never pushed it.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for his French and pretty looks he wouldn’t be eating me out like I was his last meal or would have his c*ck so far up in my core, touching spots I didn’t know I had before, that I was seeing the next world over.

“Ambrosius.” He suddenly rumbles, not stopping his pace as his hands squish, and thumb my naked waist. The smoothness of him astonishing my lust clouded mind.

“W-What?” I managed to huff out between my moans. Confused at the sudden change of accent. Trying to stay on this world to hear him.

“Je veux que tu le pleures. (I want you to cry it.)” He croons, thrusting up in my core. Hitting that deep, sweet spot inside of me as I cried out. “Pleure mon nom. (Cry my name.)”

Was it something he wanted me to know?

“Pleure-le! (Cry it!)” He roars, abusing that spot over and over again.

“F*ck! Ambrosius!” I cry out, tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands desperately wanting to grab at him, but I settled on the nesting material underneath. The softness of it dragging me in as I brought some up to nuzzle it.

The Astartes purrs loudly, leaning over me and snapping his hips against mine at a much quicker pace. Huffs escaping his lips, painting my skin with heat as his teeth nibbled the side of my neck. His tongue catching my pleasure filled tears.

“A-Ambrosius!” I whine, turning to look up at the Marine above me, feeling that knot tightening quickly, almost unexpectedly.

“Juste un moment de plus, petite rose. (Just a moment longer, little rose.)” He huffs quickly, his forehead coming down to press out against mine. “Juste un peu plus longtemps.(Just a little longer.)”

My back arches as my toes curl. My hands shooting out to pull the Astartes down to my lips, muffling his groan with my tongue. His c*ck twitching inside my gummy walls, staining them with his warm seed. No doubt leaking onto his nest.

“Oh, douce, douce rose. (Oh, sweet, sweet rose.)” He murmurs, moving his lips down my neck. My eyes going heavy with exhaustion. “Comme tu es belle comme ça. (How beautiful you are like this.)”

“Dors, petite rose. Je m'en occuperai. (Sleep, little rose. I’ll take care of it.)” He whispers, rolling his hips. His soft kisses lulling me to sleep.

Waking back up was a mission. I couldn’t simply get up and go. I had to test my legs like a toddler learning how to walk. I was surprised I didn’t wake up the Astartes in all my effort of regaining my nerves back into my legs.

Quietly putting my clothes back on. I made sure to check up on the nested Astartes every once in a while before finding something that remotely looks like some paper and wrote on it with a quill and ink that I found on a old desk.

‘Hope that sealed the deal, sleep well Ambrosius.’ I simply put wrote the note and left his nest from what I vaguely remember of coming from. I had to find out if Stacy was alright before I got d*cked down by the Astartes.

When Ambrosius woke up himself, he expected his petite rose to still be in his nest, but all she left was a faint scent of her presence and a f*cking note.

Him being pissed was an understatement.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #space marine x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #oc: ambrosius #emperors children #tw: smut #step one on acquiring a mate #tease them with a toy lol #ha bros pissed

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!!! Starscream being the uncle that pops in on occasion and Miko adores him but everyone else is horrified 💀 They come back to base to see Starscream chilling in the rafters with Miko and everyone has a heart attack but Miko is like "this is my bff :)" and Starscream is like ":D hi!"

I assume this is for the TFP kids turned sparkling Au? If not, my apologies Anon. Also this turned out to be somewhat more serious than I intended. Whoops.

Unwanted Uncle

It took a little while for Starscream to learn about Optimus's human charges having been turned into sparklings, and at first he didn't really care all that much. Even if he loved sparklings and wanted nothing more than to have one of his own, he was certain the Prime wouldn't let him near the sparklings anyway. As such he didn't bother trying to find the sparklings or otherwise finagle his way into having the chance to meet them... until a golden opportunity arose.

Optimus came to him intending to haggle a wing cleaning kit off him and that immediately set Starscream's dad instincts off. There were no fliers among the Autobots on earth that were documented. And as the only undocumented Autobots were Optimus's new sparklings... that meant that at least one was a flier. That alone was enough to have Starscream practically shaking with excitement. It had been far too long since he had seen sparklings, much less a flier. He refused to lose the opportunity before him.

After a great deal of back in forth between him and the Prime, he managed to secure himself visiting rights if and only if the base's location was kept secret even under threat of death. Starscream of course agreed, its not like he intended to tell Megatron anyway. The warlord would just take the sparklings and make them weapons of war, a fate even one such as Starscream would never wish upon the innocent. And so after handing the kit to Optimus and giving him a basic rundown of how to use it, Starscream went off somewhere quiet and squealed in excitement. Not a spark could figure out why in the pits he was so cheerful to the point of not even attempting to kill Megatron once. And due to how terrifying it was, not a spark asked, not even Megatron.

Starscream didn't press his luck for a few weeks and made himself as helpful as possible, trying his best to drive home the point that he would NEVER hurt the sparklings. And eventually, Optimus began to come to him more frequently with questions, concerns, and sometimes even his woes with the sparklings. And after his assistance during the sparkling's growth spurts, he was finally given access to the base without needing to go through Optimus first. And as one might expect, Starscream immediately abused this right, only being tolerated because of his knowledge.

Whenever he wasn't trying to overthrow Megatron and he had a free moment, Starscream was at the base chilling with the sparklings. None of the Autobots were particularly comfortable with it, but Starscream's flock instincts and love of sparklings came before any loyalty he held toward the Decepticons. So long as the Autobots had sparklings, he wouldn't go running to Megatron with information on their base or their operations.

Starscream came to love brooding around Rafael, sitting in the rafters and dutifully watching the sparkling as he was carried around by his Sire. He also began bringing the team things he thought Rafael would like, including soft nest materials, random shiny rocks, and even a duck that one time just because. Rafael wasn't his sparkling, but Rafael swiftly came to be part of Starscream's flock, hence his increadible watchfulness. However he did not try to get anywhere near to minicon sparkling for fear of backlash from the team, only daring to play peek-a-boo with him when Optimus was crashed out cold somewhere. There was also an instance where he found himself with Rafael in his arms while the team chased after Miko and simultaneously tried to put out a fire, but that was a one off experience.

When it came to Jack, Starscream was allowed a far more interactive role. Rafael was small, and so he his guardians were fiercely protective. But Jack was old enough that the team were fairly comfortable letting him roam so long as he remained in a confined space and under someone's supervision. This in turn meant that Starscream quickly became a teacher and uncle of sorts toward the warframe sparkling. Whenever the team were otherwise engaged and Starscream was just sitting around taking up space in base, Jack was handed over to him. And while usually they just sat somewhere high and looked down on the team in companionable silence only broken by the occasional laugh or comment, sometimes they did other things. On days where Starscream's time on the nemesis was bad, he would whisper knowledge of manipulation and laying low to his charge. During weeks where Megatron was at his worst, Starscream would teach Jack how to fight and how to lay traps for others to save his own plating from punishment.

He did not tell the team about these teachings, but he knew they would one day be important for the mechling. He would not always have his family there to protect him. And when that day came, Starscream would be slagged if Jack was left unable to act.

As for Miko, she was too young for Starscream to teach as he had Jack, but still not old enough for the team to feel secure leaving her alone with him. As such Starscream took to playing with her and teaching her flight frame culture instead of anything else. Miko of course took to these teachings with joy. It was in her code to love the skies, and having Starscream teach her songs and speak to her in Vos brought her no end of excitement. Even Optimus sat in on her lessons when time permitted to better understand his little flier, not that Starscream minded all that much. No matter how busy or how dangerous it was on the nemesis, Starscream always took one day a week to meet with Miko. From there they developed a ritual of sorts, one where Starscream would come to the base and first help her with her wings.

It was a bonding experience to preen wings among fliers, something reserved for family and flock alone. As such having Miko willingly come to him for preening boosted his ego no small amount every single time and he went about his task with joy. Then when they finished their preening he would take her to the rafters of the base and together they would sing and speak in Vos. Miko of course being a lover of music was always ecstatic, especially when Starscream began teaching her how to use Cybertronian instruments, not that she was very good at it considering her age. Then if there was still time, Starscream always made sure to teach Miko some fun Vosian games and tell her stories as they played. Her favorite is to jump off the rafters and glide into Starscream's arms. Although the first time the team saw it Optimus nearly died from terror, Ratchet dived only to end sliding across the floor as he slipped on his own tools, and everyone else ended up frantically crashing into each other in an attempt to get to Miko.

The game was only allowed after a great deal of haggling on Starscream's part. But even with the team's less than stellar reactions to Starscream's presence, he savors every moment with the sparklings, especially Miko. She is the hope and future of the fliers, and unbeknownst to Optimus, he silently taught her things she would need to know to be Winglord. She may not be his sparkling, but she is by process of elimination, his heir. And so when he isn't playing with her or teaching her the basics of Vos, he is training her quietly in things she will need to know to one day rebuild and rule over Vos.

It seemed to Starscream like such a vain and far away dream. But seeing Miko so young and full of hope made him want to believe that there was a future for Cybertron, and one day, for Vos as well.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #tfp kids as sparklings #starscream #uncle starscream #team prime #he loves the sparklings #megs can fight him for it if he wants #soundwave likely knows about starscream's escapades and just doesn't give a frag #he is too exhausted to care

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Congratulations!!!! Your fics ara amazing, truly deserved.

For the game I thought about werefox!Tae and Shepherd daughter! OC or Shepherd! Oc 💭

thank you so much for the request, love 🫶🏻 love u, mwah 💋 xox

renard

You find an injured fox near the sheep pen and decide to save him.

pairing: werefox!taehyung x shepherd/human!reader

genre: hybrid au

warnings: mentions (no explicit description) of wounds and injuries on tae, tae really isn't well poor baby, maybe the start of a relationship 👀, little over 1k.

a.n.: i'm not super familiar with hybrids au, i still hope you like it! i'm not sure if that's what you meant by shepherd (had to google what it was 🥲), but i think it fits the scenario anyway ^^

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

You didn't expect anything to be caught in one of the many traps your dad's set up around the house and the sheep pen. He put them there so no wild animals could disturb the sheep, like wolves or lynxes.

Initially, you were just coming to check on the sheep, as you usually do in the evening. This time is different, though. As you walk along the enclosure, the area closest to the forest, you notice an orange ball of fur.

You squint your eyes, approaching step by step the animal laying on the ground. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand when you recognize an adult red fox, breathing with so much difficulty.

You crouch down, the animal being too injured to acknowledge your presence, and see one of his paws caged under the sharp teeth of the trap. The fox is really in bad shape, his right ear has a slit and he has a few scratches on him, his fur stained in blood.

It looks like he's been in a fight, maybe defending himself from another predator, and unfortunately got caught in the trap. He's still alive, but you don't know for how long. You have to help him, there's no way you can let him suffer alone.

After struggling awhile with the trap, you've managed to free his paw. You got him in your arms, careful to not hurt him in any way, and went back to your house. Luckily, your dad isn't home, so he won't question you about the injured fox in your arms.

And anyway, you doubt he'd let you bring a wild animal in the house. Especially a fox, he doesn't particularly appreciate them.

In your room, you place him on your bed. You pet him gently, he seems to be sleeping, it'll be easier to heal his wounds that way. He's lucky you found him because you don't know how he'd have survived otherwise.

You wonder what happened to this poor fox. Could it'd been a hunter instead of another animal? Maybe, everything's possible. Nature is quite unpredictable and dangerous, even more when humans are a part of it.

You decide to go search for the med kit you remember to be in the bathroom. You've never been confronted to a situation like this before where you had to take care of a wild fox, but you'll do your best. It must not be so different from a human.

You have to disinfect, clean the wound and cover it with bandages. You hope stitches won't be needed because you're not very good with these. Your hands are really shaky right now, you wouldn't be able to be precise.

When you come back into your bedroom, the fox isn't there anymore. You start to panic, having no idea how he could have disappeared in such a bad condition. You check your closet, look under your bed, behind the door, in your drawers, but there's no sign of him.

You suddenly hear a loud noise from downstairs, sounding like dishes falling down on the floor. You don't think twice and rush to the kitchen, hoping to find the fox there.

As you step foot into the kitchen, your heart skips a beat at what you discover. There isn't a fox, but an unknown man, looking even more confused than you are. The blanket you had wrapped around the animal is covering his body and one of his legs is visibly injured, the exact same one the fox had his paw caught in the trap.

You look up at the man's face and you're met with scared eyes, staring back at you as if you were the stranger here. You don't understand at first, but as you look into his eyes, you come up with the craziest conclusion.

What if he is the fox?

Everything ties in. The blanket, the wounds, the pain and fear passing through his eyes.

"Are you... are you the..." you take a pause, the word kind of stuck in your throat. You're making a wild guess. As far as you know — or used to know — humans can't turn into foxes.

But there's so much you don't know about the world in general. Maybe the pain prevented him from transforming into his human form and that's why you stumbled upon him. It makes sense, but also doesn't.

"The fox I saved?" You finally say, stepping closer, which stresses him out and results in him backing away. You don't move closer, not wanting him to fear you, but you really don't know what to do.

While he backs away, his back hits the countertop and he winces at the contact, almost falling down, his sore legs unable to support his weight. You come to him in a hurry, catching him before his body brutally meets the kitchen's floor.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," you reassure, voice soft and gentle to not startle him. You let him sit on the floor, back against the cabinet. You kneel beside him and extend your arm to reach the med kit you'd let down while you were rushing toward him.

He whimpers, really sounding like a hurt animal who just doesn't know how to ask for help in any other way than yelping loudly. You open the kit and pick up what you need.

You choose to make him take the pain killers first, but he seems to not know how to swallow pills so you crush them into powder and put it into a glass of water for him to drink. Next, you disinfect the many cuts on his body and clean them correctly. You do the same for the major wound on his leg too and cover it with bandages.

You've finally treated every wound on his skin. You notice his eyes are closed and his bangs covering his forehead are damped in sweat. His head lolls back and forth, seemingly having a hard time enduring the pain he feels.

You can't help but stroke his cheek, feeling how burning hot his skin is. It makes him flutter his eyes open and your gazes connect immediately. He's no longer afraid of you, seeing you as someone safe, someone he can trust, you hope.

Your hand doesn't leave his cheek and you're surprised when he lays his own over yours. You don't move, you stay like this and look into each other's eyes like it's a way of communicating.

"Taehyung," he eventually breathes out and your eyes light up, understanding he just gave you his name.

You say yours back and he smiles, the last thing he does before falling asleep.

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#🍑 [drabble game] #requests #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts hybrid au #taehyung drabble #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader

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Can we hear about the Guardians too? I forget if you've already talked about them, but what about their afterlife? Where'd they come from? What're their ideas about gender, culturally?

Anon you got me feeling like an elder telling stories to kits again lmao. All righty. Elder Bones gonna teach you a bit about the Guardians.

Troutfur and I are building out a rough draft for their language too so I'll give you a preview of that, too. Let's start there, in fact.

GUARDMEW

Is an SVO order language, just like English. We Cultivate Roses. Subject, Verb, Object. This is going to come up a lot in BB!ASC when Berryheart, the Evil Educator, critiques a ton of Sunbeam's grammar.

Unlike Clanmew with each verb morpheme being used in full to describe a past action and shortened for present tense (pabrpabrpabr vs pabrpabr) Guardmew uses suffixes, also just like English. Sunbeam picked up the habit from her mentor, and Berryheart HATES that she will say "Pabrpabryr" instead of "Pabrpabrpabr."

But anyway, forget the setup we've got going for ASC. Let's just talk a little more about Guardmew.

It is in the same lingustic family as Clanmew, descending from Lakemew. Of all the living languages, Guardmew is closest to the ancestral form, since it was born directly from refugees fleeing eastward, from the tyranny of Holly Leaves.

They also have the concept of Threat Level, with pronouns built around skill for people, and benignness for everything else. That means, they have completely separate pronouns for cats, but classify plants and animals based on how they act on the environment.

For examples, their leader Spiresight shares the same pronouns as their "elders" and most experienced craftsmen. The building they live in will use the "respected object" pronoun. A plant with an infectious mold, or an invasive weed, will have a "malignant" pronoun.

CULTIVATION CULTURE

While Tribe cats encourage traveling, Guardians are the opposite. They believe in the value of setting down roots, and cultivating your homespace. If you go somewhere, they expect you to take care of it well.

The Church that Dovewing found is not the only place where Guardians live in that geographic region. They tend to name their groups after a major landmark-- she found the Guardians of the Spire.

They manage their land in a way that attracts wild animals, and then attempt to selectively hunt the animals that live on that range. In a way, it's like a carnivore's approach to agriculture.

If the Clans have a specialty in combat, and the Tribe has a specialty in hunting, Guardians can be considered to have a specialty in construction.

AFTERLIFE SYSTEM

If they have a Hell, it was made by Sol. But I'm not sure if they have one of those.

They DO have a heaven though-- they call it The Firmament.

The Firmament is the ground, but it's specifically your home soil. To Guardians, the more people who are buried somewhere, the more power that ground has. They believe that buried bones are proof that the soul still remains within the Firmament, and remains are NEVER to be disturbed.

They try to avoid the graveyards of humans and bury their prey neatly in "mass graves," pits dug neatly and only totally covered bi-weekly. Because there's such a strong taboo against disturbing remains, they are VERY careful about where Guardians are buried, and try to cover them with carefully arranged stones and woody plants so these graves are not disturbed.

After death, the flesh of the body must rot away into soil. They believe that this allows you to experience The Firmament TRULY, as a mole or an earthworm does. It becomes a new world, and you no longer see dirt, but the connections between everything.

You could describe this as "Monotheistic." They believe that when your flesh melts away, you join The Firmament. Your bones are like a conduit of the wishes you have for your loved ones still above the ground... but, these too will someday melt away! That's part of it too!

The Sky, in contrast, is a terrible, almost evil thing. In English we may say, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." A Guardian would say, "When the sky rains, the firmament grows mushrooms." Weather is something to be anticipated and handled, ESPECIALLY storms.

New spirits are made from what the mother eats of the Firmament. Berries feed the mice, mice feed the cats, cats return to the Firmament. A cycle, forever.

LEADER POWER

NOTE: I should rename this BB concept, "leader power." Not all cats with these unique abilities, given by an Afterlife System are political leaders-- they're spiritual ones.

One example of this is the Groundskeeper of the Guardians. They are thought to fully reincarnate, taking new bodies over and over. When a Groundskeeper dies, they are put into the same grave as their previous incarnation, and it is believed they gain more power with each death and rebirth.

But, they are not given political authority. They have CONSTRUCTIVE authority-- advising new projects and acting as a liasion between the Firmament and the living.

Cats who are identified as Groundskeeper change their name to their old incarnation. Spiresight is the leader of the Guardians of the Spire. They're identified on their birthday, so all Groundskeepers begin at exactly 1 year old, at least 1 year after the death of the old incarnation.

Spiresight is able to "see" the world as an interred skeleton does, he is in a permanent state between life and death in their eyes.

He can "feel" when something new enters his Firmament, gage it based on its paws, weight, movement. He can can tell when a plant is sick based on how strong its roots are, or if something is being pulled up. He knows where all the skeletons are, feels the worms in the dirt, and can tell the weather from the sway of the plants above.

He can tell if a plant is sick, but not animals. Because of this, the Groundskeeper is NOT INCLUDED IN MEDICAL PROCEDURES. He may point a doctor in the way of good herbs, but all Guardians are expected to know medical knowledge significantly beyond first aid.

The Groundskeeper leads religious ceremonies, funerals, and new projects. He is socially expected to not leave the center of the territory too often, especially during storms. That aside, the Groundskeeper is allowed to have a life and family of their own, including adopting kits and having mates.

OTHER THINGS

Time for a closing list of random facts.

An adult member of the Guardians, fully trained, is called a Gardener.

They have an extreme and severe taboo against other supernatural entities. They believe that they are "of the sky" and harshly reject anything "unnatural."

This is likely because of Holly Leaves, who tried to force a star-based religion upon their ancestors.

The Guardians, like all societies, have their problems too. They don't welcome cats who return after a wander and heavily discourage leaving.

If you're going to leave, leave permanently. A dandelion seed does not return on the wind.

So returning cats, traders, and repeat visitors are treated more coldly on subsequent visits. Not always hostile-- but the welcome is not gracious.

Cats who do have to leave on a quest or for some reason have a "quarantine" period when they return. A cleansing ritual.

Kittens are named by their families, usually after consulting with the Groundskeeper. Names are often reused through generations.

A name carries association with whoever had it last; it's not quite a reincarnation so much as it is a "continuation"

Because of this, there's very rarely any new names. A cat who enters the Guardians keeps their old name, and it is entered into their "list" after they die.

This is how they get some weird ones, like Boots and Cinnamon.

When a Guardian does something awful, they're buried beyond the Firmament and their name is no longer used.

I haven't worked out their gender systems yet.

#Now try to go back to canon where they don't actually have any of this lmaoooooo #Hate how they never build out other cat cultures because they have to make the clans The Correct Way To Live #And oooough its so amazing and perfect and nothing else can compare #Shut up. Touch Firmament. #The Guardians wc #Better bones au #Man I need a tag for Cultural Overhauls #Like for all the outside groups im overhauling #In line with the spirituality overhauls #Heartstar's Rise

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 3

A/N: I’m so obsessed with this idea, I could probably write like 10k of Etho recovering and them falling in love. Help.

Prompt: c!gem as a lighthouse keeper saving c!etho from a shipwreck and taking care of him

cw: partial drowning, minor injuries

Gem sits upright in bed, gasping for breath, the taste of saltwater in her mouth.

As much as she wants to think it’s just a bad dream, being born into a long line of Keepers, she knows better. There’s a reason the lighthouse she lives in was handed down to her.

She slips out of bed, pulling on her clothes, and tying back her hair as she makes her way downstairs.

The thing about her sight is that it’s more of a feeling, a general sense. As she laces up her boots and tugs on her raincoat, she has no idea what to expect. She just knows that it’s something. Something woke her from her sleep and called out for her help.

The wind outside is so strong she can barely shut the front door behind her, rain immediately beginning to soak through everything. She raises her lantern in one hand, but it barely cuts through the weather.

At the cliffs, the ocean roars, waves crashing into the rocks. She can’t see them, but she can feel their spray, the taste of them familiar on her tongue.

Despite it all, she feels calm, she has a purpose, a goal, and it tugs at her, leading her down towards the stairs that are dug into the rocky crag. She takes it one step at a time, minding her footing, because there doesn’t need to be more than one victim of the sea that night.

With the tide in, there’s more water than land at the bottom, and she wades through ankle-deep surf, lantern aloft, searching for signs of life.

She finds him folded into a shallow rockpool, face-down, not moving.

It’s not easy to roll him onto his back, but she sets her lantern down and manages with a rough shove. She doesn’t realize it’s a mask on his face until she pulls it off, thinking it’s seaweed, but his skin is pale, lips blue.

She has no hope of hearing a heartbeat above the noise of the ocean around them, even if she were to press her ear to his chest. But if they were in a silent room, she’s not sure she’d hear anything anyway, not with how he looks already.

Fearing the worst, she leans over him, pinching his nose and fitting her mouth over his own. She breathes for him, wishing for a miracle, begging the ocean to have pity, to give him back his soul. And part of being a Keeper is knowing that even despite her thundering temperament, sometimes the ocean will listen.

The man coughs, spitting up water and gasping for air as Gem starts to tug at him.

“We need to move,” she tells him, because as generous as the sea has been, she knows it won’t last. “You need to help me. I can’t do this by myself.”

She eases an arm around him, grabbing her lantern with her other hand, and thankfully the man moves, climbing to his feet. He staggers, using her to keep himself upright, and the difference in their heights has her digging her heels into the rocks the best she can.

It’s slow going as they make their way back up the cliffs, the man coughing so hard, she half expects him to drop dead again. But somehow she manages to get him inside the lighthouse, gets him onto her couch, where he sprawls with a noise as though he’s not sure how he’s alive.

Gem gets her boots and coat off, kicking into action as she moves around, lighting the stove to help warm him, grabbing towels that she’d been air-drying during the day, finding her first aid kit.

“What’s your name?” she asks, kneeling beside the couch and pressing a sympathetic hand to his arm when he jolts, like he might have been asleep.

He blinks at her and now that there’s more light, she can see his stark white hair, the mismatch coloring of his eyes. She’s not sure why the sea would ever let him go, but she’s thankful that it did.

“Etho,” he tells her, voice raw and she settles one of the towels over him, finding a handful of gauze to dab at the split just above his eyebrow that’s sluggishly bleeding.

“It’s nice to meet you, Etho,” she replies softly. “I’m Gem.”

His gaze darts around her face, as though memorizing her features, before he nods and shuts his eyes, sagging as though the exhaustion is finally catching up.

“You’re safe here,” she continues. “Try to sleep.”

He grunts in answer, and she presses a hand to the center of his chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart, letting it soothe her.

He may be a stranger, but he’s alive, and for her that’s enough.

#gemtho fortnight #fic

[aurumacadicus]

gen with a side of stevetony. avengers. christmas cookies/gingerbread houses/baking in general..?

i’d love it if you could add extra ridiculousness between all the avengers 😂😂 i need some silliness and fluffiness today 😅 thanks!!

Everything I write is ridiculous <3

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“You know what?” Natasha said, putting her hands on her hips. She frowned at her gingerbread house severely. “This is my fault.”

Bruce didn’t look up from where his face was buried in his hands. “At least you admit it.”

“I should have known better,” Natasha continued, ignoring him.

Thor reached out to pick a gumdrop out of the bowl on the table. He watched, interested, as Tony wielded a tiny blowtorch to toast the marshmallows dotting the eaves of his roof. “Honestly, this is going a lot better than I expected.”

“I think it would have been okay if you hadn’t made the prize of ‘winner gets a favor from me,’” Clint added, eating one of the walls from his own collapsed gingerbread structure.

Natasha sighed, shaking her head. “I honestly thought I’d win and wouldn’t owe anyone.”

Bruce lifted his face from his hands to give her some very serious side-eye. “So you suggested to an artist and an engineer to make gingerbread houses? That was your brilliant plan?”

Natasha turned to frown at him, irritated. “I already said this was my fault.”

“Steve has literally made a palette for different colored icings so he can paint it onto his house,” Clint said, and helpfully pointed to where Steve was mixing green and blue icing to get a different shade of green to add to his candy wreath on the front door of his structure.

“I said I should have known better,” Natasha hissed, whipping around to glare at him. “Stop rubbing it in.”

Thor ate another gumdrop. “I think,” he said after a long pause. “That this started out as wanting a favor from you, both of them forgetting that they are extremely competitive.” He reached for another gumdrop, then decided to go for the bowl of M&Ms instead. “And now they’ve forgotten that this was for fun, and you would simply do them a favor if they just asked.”

“It would depend on the favor,” Natasha told him seriously. “The prize was going to be a no-questions-asked favor.”

“Well, shit, Natasha, both of them do a lot of stupid shit that they’d use that kind of favor for,” Clint sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I said I should have known better,” Natasha hissed again, gripping her hand into a fist.

Bruce leaned his chin on his hand and frowned, pulling the bowl of mixed nuts closer so he could pick through it. “Who was going to be the impartial judge, anyway?”

Natasha winced, just a little. “I was going to put them on the Avengers blog and see which ones people liked best.”

“Oh my god, no, they’ll vote mine because they’ll think it’s funny the lopsided, half-eaten house won, and then they’ll both sulk,” Clint exclaimed. There was real terror in his voice.

Natasha could admit that was probably true, after every poll where the public was allowed to name something. “I’m just gonna send pictures of theirs to Pepper, Colonel Rhodes, and Maria.”

“That’s two people automatically in Tony’s corner,” Thor pointed out, frowning at her.

“Rhodey has already sent me three texts about how the structural integrity of my gingerbread house is in peril because I didn’t anchor them properly with the royal icing,” Tony said, not looking up from using tweezers to place holly sprinkles onto the eaves of his gingerbread house.

“Pepper thinks I should paint more,” Steve added, now working on painting spots onto the wafers that served as the walkway leading away from his own gingerbread house.

Natasha sighed, loudly, and buried her face in her hands. Her own gingerbread house was elegant, but simple, like the kind you’d see as an example on a box kit. The melting snow on Steve’s had been painted to look realistic. Tony had pulled out both a set square and a fucking triangular scale while he was building his. She really should have known better.

#bad idea meme #stony #avengers shenanigans #team as family

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because @magicallulu7 has been working very hard to compound my brainrot about Kitiver, I now have a sappy little piece about him and Theron set shortly before Umbara. So. I made the sap angsty. anyway

Theron awoke to the feeling of a montral bumping up against his nose. Kit had curled up again, seeking out Theron like a tooka hiding in the crook of their owner’s knee. Theron smiled and wriggled back slightly to get a good look at him.

There was a little puddle of drool on the sheet beneath Kit’s face. Probably not what any of the Force-users who gave Kit a wide berth in the Enclave would expect, but he’d always been contradictory. Terrifying one second and sweet the next.

Not that Theron hadn’t been surprised when they first met, too. The dossier on the man who killed the Emperor had been thorough, listing his most heroic moments and his cruellest in even, clinical terms. Made an honorary general but never a Jedi Master, due to Satele’s concerns about Kit’s fall, he had seemed to accept the decision. The folks who compiled the dossier hadn’t been so sure, which was how Theron knew now that none of them had ever spoken to Kit. He hated the title of General, and he hated not being a Master – but he didn’t blame Theron’s mother. He blamed himself.

Anyway, the stories had led Theron to expect a skilled fighter with a predilection for violence that outstripped the Jedi way. Kit was all those things, but in conversation he was shy and retiring, always asking for clarification or looking to someone else for instructions. Theron had been a bit too distracted back then to put the pieces together about him, but he’d figured it out when they met up after Tython: Kit turned all his anger inward. Every perceived failure had compounded to make those yellow sparks in his eyes. So long as a person didn’t do something wrong, he wouldn’t blame them.

The thought wasn’t as comforting as it had been a year ago. Theron had done something very, very wrong. Just because it was the right thing to do didn’t change that.

Still, Kit didn’t know yet. Theron was selfish enough to take advantage as long as he could.

“What are you looking at?”

During Theron’s reverie, Kit had woken up. He uncurled his spine, wincing slightly as he stretched. He always held awkward positions too long in his sleep. Now that he had a clear shot, Theron gave in to the urge to put his hand against Kit’s warm, strong chest. Kit looked bemused, but he wriggled a little closer.

“Memorising you,” Theron said.

“Are you planning to go somewhere?”

Yes. Theron swallowed.

“I do this a lot,” he said, not lying. “You don’t usually wake up.”

“Oh,” Kit said. He looked genuinely surprised – as if all the things they’d said and done still didn’t add up to one hopelessly in love Theron Shan. Theron wanted to prove to him, once and for all, that he was worth it. He also knew that all Kit would see for a long, long time was someone who’d thrown him away.

“I…” He needed to say it. No hesitation, no distraction, just vulnerable honesty for once in his life. “Kit, I’m not great with the grand declarations, but you know I love you, right?”

He looked even more startled.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re – I know. You told me that last night, too.”

“That was a little different energy,” Theron said. Kit laughed.

“I love you, too,” he said. “Even if you are weirdly sentimental this morning.”

“Hey, you bring it out of me,” Theron said, only too happy to leave the sincerity out of his tone and return to the usual teasing. For a little while longer, at least, Kit would know the truth.

#swtor #my ocs #swtor oc #my writing #kitiver valath: the king of anxiety #theron shan #i woke up this morning and just. had emotions all over. so you know now you get to share them #valath legacy

[best-titan-7274]

anon from 2017 here again, aaaaa you really already wrote a lot of the stuff I was thinking about back then. I love all of your request, I wanted to read some casual and fun stuff about Cooper and BT being okay post-canon for the longest time. the fic you're working on also sounds like something I would love to read, and you're already working on it, so thank you. fandom does have some nice fix-it fics, but I didn't read one yet that would've felt just right, so I'm pretty excited to see your take on it!

the only personal request I have - maybe more fluff, if you have any ideas for it. <3

The fic is about 50/50 "Jack's depression arc" and "fluff with brief interludes of hurt/comfort". It's gonna be fun if I don't get distracted by eight bajillion other fics in the meantime (I will). In the meantime, more fluff!

"Good morning, Jack," BT says.

Jack yawns and gives a half-hearted movement that might have been a wave if he put more effort into it but ends up looking more like a wrist flop of some kind.

"Whassup, BT?"

"I have been informed it is your birthday. Captain Lastimosa informed me it is traditional for most humans to celebrate birthdays. I would like to congratulate you on aging another year."

Only BT can say it like that, and somehow, Jack has come to find it extremely endearing. Besides, he's seen enough to know how many soldiers don't age another year, especially in the Titan Corps.

"Aw, thanks, buddy," he says. He reaches up to pat BT's arm, and manages a not-too-tired-looking smile when BT looks down at him. "You got a present for me, too?"

"I do. Commander Briggs helped me obtain an appropriate item."

"Wait, for real?"

"Yes."

Jack had expected a couple of people to congratulate him over lunch, a call from Briggs maybe, but not for his Titan to take the initiative to get him a gift, of all things. Until now, he wasn't even sure that BT remembered his birthday, even though Jack knew the date BT was created and then first deployed with Lastimosa.

"Do I get to see it, or are you gonna make me guess?" he asks.

"Commander Briggs was kind enough to store the item in my cockpit if you would like to embark."

"Aw, you know me, BT, I always like spending time with you."

"Your sentiment is returned."

Yep. Only BT.

BT holds a hand out to help him up, something that still comes across as polite no matter how many times he does it. Jack could get up on his own, but he's seen other newbie Pilots overshoot with their jump kit and smack right into the door of the cockpit before it has time to open. He's never made a mistake like that, and he doesn't intend to in the future. And not just because he'd never live it down.

He's careful as he embarks, not wanting to crush the box set on the seat. Green wrapping paper, orange bow - not the exact same shades as BT, but pretty close, and he's impressed by how much it looks like his Titan's paint job. Nice attention to detail, from whoever picked it.

"Was it your idea or Briggs' to tie a bow?" he can't help asking.

"I suggested to Commander Briggs that the wrapping should be as traditional as possible. My image analysis indicated that bows are expected more often than not."

Jack settles in the seat, box in his lap, and tries to be gentle with the wrapping paper instead of ripping it all off in a shredded clump. He doesn't think BT will mind - not a lot bothers him, except Jack being in danger - but this is the first time he's gotten a present in a while.

And hey, maybe he can convince BT to wear the bow for a while. Get a few pictures to show the other Pilots. BT sometimes just looks at him before walking away, when he suggests photoshoots, but he's pretty sure he can leverage the whole birthday thing to get at least a picture.

Inside the paper is a box, and then another, and another - he decides not to ask whose idea that was. He's pretty sure he knows anyway.

Past all that is some kind of leatherbound book. There's a silver clasp that he fiddles with for a moment before getting it open. A photo album? He hasn't seen one of these in years.

There's documents, here and there, and he didn't realise that people printed those out. Maintenance records. Combat accolades. One or two minor disciplinary actions. Looks like Lastimosa used to be a bit of a hell-raiser...

But most of the pages inside are pictures. A few of them are only of people, often Lastimosa and Briggs, but a good ninety percent of the contents are pictures of Lastimosa and BT. The date and location are written across the bottom of each one in Lastimosa's blocky all-caps print. Some have additional comments in a pen rather than a marker, most of them about something new BT learned or experienced.

He realises that he didn't have any pictures of Lastimosa until now, except the official ID in Lastimosa's file, attached to his own. Now he has - he's not sure, but from thumbing through the album, it looks like thirty or forty pages. Not just from the days Lastimosa was linked with BT, either, but his entire life with the militia.

"This is really special, BT," he says. "I- thank you. Really."

"You are welcome, Jack. Briggs obtained a second album that is empty, if you would like to create your own record."

"Hell yeah I do. And I know just what to start with." He disembarks and holds up the bow, giving BT his most winning smile. "Are you familiar with the human tradition of a birthday wish?"

BT looks from him to the bow to him again.

"Acceptable request."

The second picture in the new album is BT wearing the bow. The first is Jack alongside him, with a matching thumbs-up, and the biggest grin he remembers having in years.

#jack cooper #bt 7274 #request #ficlet

[star2fishmeg]

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Pairing: Kantou!Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x f!reader

Summary: with nowhere else to go, the one thing that separated y/n and Manjiro reunited them again

Warnings: minor angst, fluff, kissing, mentions of blood and violence, kinda short (it's drabble-esque)

Authors Note: I had a dream Park Jimin was teaching me how to drive and told me he was gonna teach me how to park the Park way and made me reverse into a giant oven while Jungkook proceeded to tell me that he's making me sweat like that and that it was time for the break down

Request: my heart.

"I...I didn't know where else to go..." She mumbled, boring her bloodshot eyes into his. Mikey just stood there in a crumpled t-shirt and briefs, eyes slighly wide at the sight he never expected to see. Y/n, hair and clothes clinging to her body from the torrential rain and hands held weakly in front of her, stained in, now, watery blood. His gaze hopped from her hands to her face, her untainted features now corrupted with grazes and yellow bruises on her cheeks and bloody dribbling from her lip. She stood awfully frozen, no trembling, hell, not even an ounce of fear or remorse running through her veins. It was more or less just post-incident shock before she'd feel any sort of warmth or life in her limbs. Manjiro hastily, yet gently, took her hand and led her into his living room, setting her on his sofa - the fabric would dry on its own and he couldn't be upset, he'd soaked her furniture countless times before in his Toman days.

He wasn't even sure if he had a medical kit, he rarely needed such a thing anyway but he eventually found one after hurridly scavenging his bathroom. He knelt between her knees and wiped her hands with a wetwipe, "What did you do?" It hurt her to hear how monotonous his voice came out, but not surprising after everything he has endured. The pads on his fingers were rough, but comforting as all her repressed memories seemed to flood back at once. The many late night bike rides through Shibuya where her arms would belong firmly around his waist, everyday after school you'd walk to the corner shop for Doriyaki hand in hand, him letting you play with his hair for hours while watching TV or just chatting - they were the days she valued the most and equally pained her to remember. It pained him too, she gave him refuge from all the struggles his younger self had to hide, allowing him to live as an awkward fifteen year old like everyone else.

Releasing a shaky breath as Mikey pulled the cotton and rubbing alcohol from the box, she hesitated, "I...some guys in Kantou Manji were conspiring to...well, sabotage and well...you know, I couldn't let that happen," She flinched at the alcohol burning her cut before continuing. "I didn't mean to intervene, but I just went into autopilot and before I knew it they were on the ground around me. I didn't know I could do something like that, I know I can fight but...you tried so hard to keep me out of it and protect me and I fucked it up because of my stupid feelings. I'm so sorry, Jiro."

He stayed silent, placing the alcohol back into the box and returning it to the bathroom. Y/n, after finally regulating her breathing from confessing the weight on her chest, followed him. Everything she had admitted was true, and saying it aloud brought the realisation that they were never to be apart - something that had been obvious to an outsider. Mikey couldn't cope with the separation from his once angel, and Y/n couldn't find any other purpose for herself outside the gang culture. She tried studying, but with no real dream other than excelling in the illegal trade of drugs, it was a weak flame.

Wet clothes piled into his washing machine with an irritating slap. She didn't even care about being half naked in front of Mikey, they had know each other so long and knew so many details about the way they think, what they've done, she didn't mind. Perhaps it was because deep down she yearned for him, chasing a love that had the potential to always be one sided. It didn't matter in that moment, what did matter was him sliding one of his t-shirt over her head and drying her hair with a towel. Anyone who knew of Mikey would never know Manjiro Sano, the human side of him. The side that had no walls to him. Manjiro Sano smiled ever so slight when Y/n's cold, small finger tips grazed his cheek, thumb rubbing his cheekbone when her palm made contact. In his deprived state, he instantly melted into the lost feeling, sensing her soft gaze analyse his matured features.

"I'm proud of you," He mumbled suddenly. Surprised, she was surprised to hear such an almost empty man say such meaningful praises. "You found out who you are. I never wanted to keep you from doing that, but I didn't want to see you how you are now. I just wanted to protect you but all you've ever done is protect me. I'm pathetic."

"No." She took his face firmly in both her hands this time, forcing their eyes to meet, "We can't do this without each other, we've discovered that. I am always with you, I will protect you like you protected me, fight with you, fuck, this Kantou gang? Share out the responsibility, I'm not 'gonna lose you completely." For a while they remained in that silent stare, processing words and feelings. In fact, it was probably the moment y/n decided to completely abliderate all fear within her. He wasn't perfect, he had a lot of problems from the start and if anyone could see that it was her, but he needed to be loved too. She wasn't perfect either, she was crazy for loving a man such as him, she enjoyed fighting and all she wanted was to be loved.

Dropping the small towel he used to dry her hair, he took her by the hips, pulling her body closer to his, chest to chest. In a hoarse, gravelly whisper, he finally spoke, "I think I owe you something." And with that his lips softly met hers. Y/n's hands wrapped around his shoulders as he leant down, almost awkwardly but he didn't care. It was the most warmth she'd felt all day, his lips never changing; they were usually chapped and she didn't mind that anymore, just being able to submerge into his ocean was enough to feel content and whole again. They drew back slowly, eyes never leaving each other's but if you looked carefully, you could see the corners of Manjiro's lips slightly upturned. Feeling so gentle was almost foreign, feeling complete was so intoxicating. Hastily his hands gripped the underside of her thighs, hoisting her onto the counter before devouring her lips again, but rougher, more desperate this time. They were messier this time, tongues lapping and the quintessential sounds of longing when their mouths moved to the same rhythm.

Y/n's fingers raked gently through his blond hair, pushing his bangs over his forehead and tugging slightly at the roots, keeping him close to her. He kneaded her skin from the globes of her arse to holding firmly holding her waist. He loved everything about her, she was always perfect to him in every way possible. His favourite part to run his hands over was the particular curve in her back and how smooth it was just to run his fingers down it.

She pulled away first, a string of saliva connecting between their lips, her hands cupping his flushed cheeks, "Never leave me again, Jiro. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled, burying his face into her shoulder and embracing her figure tightly. Without her, he wouldn't know where else to go.

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#kantou mikey x reader #mikey x reader #kanto!mikey #kantou manji gang #kantou mikey #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

[yourstruly-caycay]

The "requests are both open and closed" is kind of throwing me off but I'll try anyways 😭,can i request an headcanon for Jack the ripper, Poseidon and Thor finding their lover cutting herself???? So an angst to fluff/comfort??? Bye i Hope i didn't bother you.

  No worry about bothering me or not, but I was quite surprise when you request this to me, I ain’t sure if I'm able to do this request, but I’ll try my best. However, I will write this base from my experience.

Warning: self-harm 

Jack the Ripper

He, himself, aware that because of his status as a killer (which he label it on himself). It can risk the relationship between you and him, that if you ever found out about this, there's a high chance for you to leave him out of fear.

Even if he's a killer, he genuinely do love you, but will never take the risk of showing his dark side.

Your love, smile, affection, and soothing words are enough for him to forgot the sickening action he do; in his eyes, you're an angel, you always looks happy in front of him and give amount of comfort and affection to him, you look so fine that he almost goes blind toward the curtain behind your smile.

How wrong of him, he feels like his heart drop when he see a blood on your wrist with the amount of tears flow from your face. Without any thought, he immediately yanked the knife from you and hug you so you won't do anything to harm yourself. 

 Hearing your tears of agony and sadness breaks him as all he could do is to 

A few minutes has passed since the incident, you relaxed in his arm with no energy left to cry, and now it's Jack's turn to be in alarm with the caused of your condition. Why did you do this? Did someone tell you a harmful words? Who? Did you actually find out his identity and shame of it to the point you want to end your life so you won’t be with him?

"Jack, let me go."

Your weak voice stops his overthinking questions and glances at you, how foolish of him, now it's not the right moment for the questions!

Shake his head out of disagreement with your statement, he instead carries you to the bedroom. Shocking you as you try to convince him again, but it turn to deaf ears as you finally give in since you’re not in the right mood to argue.

Placing you carefully into the bed, he then bring out the medical kit and gently tend your wounds as he tried to not accidentally harm you. After it’s finish, he stand up and said, “Please wait here for a moment, I’ll bring you some tea and snacks.”

The only answer he receive are your nod as he just smile and kiss your forehead before he leave.

Later, he come with two cups of tea and a cookies as he set it on the table, then he begin to hold you close to him and rub your back — after silent of comfort, he begin to ask, “Is there something that bothering you, Y/n?” no respond come from you — not like he expect for you to just immediately say it. “You don’t have to tell me now, tell me when you’re already comfortable enough to say it, I’ll always be there for you.”

Upon hearing his words, you lean closer to him as you bury your face to his neck and hug him back, the action itself is enough to let him know you thank him.

Thor

If there’s anyone who have the bold to hurt his darling, then a head without a half of its upper body will be found somewhere else.

That said, Thor realize that you’ve been distant from everyone including him for a weeks now and he have not see you as much as before either. 

At first, he thought that you might have a bad days and wanted to be left alone, which he did give you space. 

However, just because you’re rarely be seen, Thor always pay attention to your behaviors if he ever see you again, and the more he do that, the more concern he is. 

I mean, he should’ve follow his guts quicker...

"I’m fine, things has just... been a little bit bothering me, I guess.” You stated while avoiding eye contact with him. You thought that he might be upset with you, but to your surprise, Thor nod and pat your head, “Tell me if there’s someone or something bother you.” He hope that he did it right since he’s not too sure on how to comfort you in this tense situation. 

You smile at him and nod as you leave him behind, you might think that he give you space like usual, but since he’s been pay attention to your behavior, there’s something suspicious with your appearance — specifically your wrist that you’ve been hiding it every time he see you.

When you’re finally all alone, your true face finally revealed — emptiness can be seen within your eyes, your smile turn into frown, and you're letting out a breathe... it seems like smiling has been nothing but a pressure to you. to distract the emotional pain you feel, you take a deep breath with knife ready to slit your wrist, you close your eyes and- 

slap*

Opening your eyes in panic, you found Thor take the knife and crush it as he glance at you, which you cower in fear of his anger. “Please don’t be mad at me, please, don’t hurt me.” You sniffle with eyes wouldn’t dare to look at him and tears spills, but what you didn’t know is that Thor take a step back, "did I accidentally hurt them?” He thought, even seeing you cower break his heart.

“Y/n.” As he expect you to not answer him, he sigh and slowly step forward reaching to your hand gently. “I... I’m not going to hurt you.”

Hearing his words, you’re able to look at him and startle at his expression, you don’t know if you’re hallucinating or Thor actually express a sadness, but all you know is that you feel slightly relief.

"Really?"

“Yeah...” hearing his word, you begin to cry louder and cover your face in shame. 

“I’m sorry for crying, I’m sorry.” 

"There's no need to apologize." He hug you hoping that you won’t do any harmful attempt and comfort you, after that, he take you to your shared bedroom and try to talk to you about it.

Ever since that day, he’s also been checking up on you and staying by your side more (unless you ask him for space), although this won’t make your emotional pain instantly gone, you still thank him for staying by your side and being a pretty good listener.

Poseidon

Having a relationship with Poseidon is very difficult and you’re aware of this too, yet you still love him and want to keep this relationship because you also know that he love you... in a different way that you can’t understand since he’s still new to romance stuff.

However, just because a gods is perfect doesn’t mean their character is perfect, the downside to this one is due to his cold attitude (sometimes a jerk too), his lack of affection, and especially his obsess with perfection is what makes you struggle to open up to him when your flaws showed up... which this lead up into cutting yourself for the sake of coping with your problem, thinking he would just mind his own business like usual.

Perhaps, you shouldn't really underestimate Poseidon watchful eyes.

"Who did this to you, y/n?" He grabs your wrist filled with cuts, the wave suddenly roars so high that it startles you, and his disappointed face can also be seen.

But, you stay silent, cursing yourself for forgetting that Poseidon has a very keen eyes. "Y/n, I demand the answer now." His voice is calm, unlike the roaring wave outside, yet it still scare you.

"I...."

Poseidon patiently waits for the answer as you still struggle to say it. "I... I..." Yet, in the end, you didn't get to say the words as tear fall down your face. He receive no answer but a sound of cry from his lover, slowly, he become irked, not at you, but the “person” who is responsible for this, he’s sure there’s someone who harm you. 

But now, he stay by your side before the killing spree. He hug you close to his chest and sigh in confusion, he has no idea how to make you go back to "happy-self”, but he know that maybe it’s the best to just stay by your side.

“Cry all you want, you can tell me about the filthy rat who harm you later.”

You thank him for that little comfort, but how will you tell him about this bad-habit coping mechanism you have?

...

~ The end

note: I’m having nervous wrack doing this, it’s like a trigger to my forgotten memories, but a good way to spill out how I actually feel through this fanfic! This is probably one of the difficult writing I’ve done.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv thor x reader #snv jack the ripper #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x reader