#but they do get subtle bloody hands as a treat :)

[haihaihaitani]

Happy Wife, Happy Life ~ *Shuji Hanma*

Summary: Shuji loves you so much he would do anything for you. And that means not bleeding on your freshly cleaned carpets.

Pairing: Shuji Hanma X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1429

Warning: Swearing, mentions blood

Masterlist

When you first met Shuji, you fell in love hard and fast. He was wild, crazy, and completely free. He knew what he wanted and he wanted you. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world for him. And sure you may have catered to his every whim, but he paid you back in kind, making you feel loved and wanted. 

When he asked you to marry him a couple years later, there was no doubt in your mind regarding your decision. You said yes without the slightest hint of hesitation. It was an extravagant and beautiful affair, with all of Bonten in attendance. You said your vows a few feet off the floor and enjoyed the party of the century with the rest of your friends.

Now, you may not be the best wife in the world, you certainly did try. You were attentive and loving, doing everything in your power to make sure the days went by smoothly. It was easier said than done, considering how high up in Bonten Shuji was. He was either coming home bloody and bruised or he wasn't coming home at all. His temper and wild ways often got the better of him, and you found yourself having to pull him back from the edge too many times to count. Still, you wouldn't trade the life you built together for the world.

Gang life never scared you. In fact, you embraced it, if not for Shuji's sake, but also because you were both feared and respected. You took the role of a vice executive's wife very seriously. You made connections with other high ranking women in the underworld that served as useful links for Bonten. You even managed to get them a loophole with the police and judicial system, through subtle bribes of food and high class trinkets. In return for lending a helping hand with your charm, they gave you a hefty allowance to use for whatever you desired and protection from any and all enemies. You were truly living your best life.

Your pride and joy, besides Shuji, had to be your estate. When you both were pulling in over a million per payload, you asked Shuji to move out of the city. He agreed as long as the two of you still had a penthouse in case things became dicey and the estate needed to be forfeited. You also asked if you could be the one who built and decorated the place, which he also agreed to. Every step of creating the mansion of your dreams was carefully executed with excruciating detail. But you loved every second of it. The estate served as a physical monument of the life you and Shuji made for yourselves. It had to be perfect. And it was absolutely perfect in your eyes when you completed it. You were also more than pleased when Shuji told you how much he loved what you did with the place. The night you both moved in, each room was christened at the insistence of your husband, and who were you to deny him?

From then on, if you were doing work in the city, you were at the estate. Sure, Shuji hired staff to help with the upkeep, but you also pitched in to make sure everything was in tip top shape. At least once a week you hosted Bonten and their relations at the estate to show it off. You were truly proud of all the craftsmanship and love you poured into this estate and no one was going to ruin it or take it away from you.

One day, you were surveying a new shipment of furniture for the sunroom, as spring was almost here. Every other year, Shuji gave you a stipend to change out the furniture so you could keep up with the trends. It was at your insistence that you donated the old furniture, which took some convincing but he eventually conceded. As you helped move the last couch and end table into the sunroom, you heard the boisterous voice of your husband of five years bounce down the hall.

"Shuji? Are you home?" You called out to him.

"Doll! Where are you?" He yelled back. You rolled your eyes before finding him in the front room. 

You smiled and walked into his open arms. He peppered your face with questions as you said, "You're home early."

"Not really. I have to head out soon with the guys." It was then that you realized Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, and Hajime were standing behind him.

Flashing them a sweet smile, you nodded. "Hello boys. How have you been?"

"Honestly, we've been better." Ran scowled. "We got some punks who are encroaching on our territory and we're going to go teach them a lesson tonight."

You frowned at his words and pulled away from Shuji's relentless kisses. You fixed him with a harsh glare. "What do you mean you're going to teach them a lesson? Are you doing something you shouldn't tonight, Shuji?"

He winced as you used his name. "Ah, c'mon, doll. It's nothing that serious. We're just going to rough them up a little, remind them who they're messing with. It'll be a quick little operation. In and out. I'll be back before you're asleep and then the two of us can have a little fun tonight..."

You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder. "Leave the innuendos for when we're alone, got it?"

"Whatever you say, doll."

You then turned back to the other members of Bonten. "Is what my dear husband telling me true? Did Mikey order this little operation?"

Sanzu gave a wicked grin as he nodded. "Yep! It was on Mikey's orders that we carry this intimidation operation out. It's going to be so much fun! I haven't gotten to fight anyone in like forever!"

"You fought with some of the new hires last week." Rindou muttered.

"Yeah, but I had to hold back with them, or else they'd be no use to us. This time, I get to really let loose! And if someone dies, well, it's their fault for being so weak."

Your eyes widened and you ripped yourself out of Shuji's grasp, earning a pathetic whine from him. You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You are not going to murder anyone tonight! I just got the carpets clean! Plus I have new furniture in the sunroom! If any of you get so much as a speck of blood on anything in my house, I swear I will kill you all myself with your own guns and make it look like a suicide!"

Shuji didn't even flinch at your threat. Instead, he gave a wide, adoring grin. He glanced over his shoulders at the other members of Bonten. "Alright men, you heard the wife. No murder tonight."

"Ah what?" Sanzu whined. "But I really want to!"

He lazily shook his head. "Nope. Not tonight. Besides, I also don't want any blood in this house either. It's too messy and a bitch to clean up."

"You didn't seem that concerned two months ago." Hajime gave a smirk, knowing he said something that was going to get Shuji in trouble.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You harshly grabbed your husband's tie. "Did you get blood in my house when I wasn't here two weeks ago? I swear if you did-"

"Jeez woman." His smooth voice stopped you, as he continued to grin at you. "I thought you said to keep the innuendos for when we're alone. Keep this up and you're going to make me-"

You release his tie with a scowl. "You're disgusting."

"And you're sexy as hell when you're angry." He shook his head. "Oh, we are so having fun when I get home tonight."

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest. You refused to show him how hot and bothered you were getting. "You have your mission from Mikey to carry out. You all should be heading out. Get out of my house and don't come back if you're all covered in blood."

"Will do, boss lady." Ran gave you a mock salute before ushering the other members out of the estate.

Shuji, on the other hand, lingered for a moment. He gave you a seductive wink. "Since I can't be covered in blood when I get back, I want you in that little red number I love when I get back."

"We'll see." You snapped, though you already knew what you were changing into when he left.

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Revengers Fanfiction #Tokyo Revengers Oneshot #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Oneshot #Bonten #Shuji Hanma #Shuji Hanma X Reader #Shuji Hanma Fanfiction #Shuji Hanma Oneshot #Shuji Hanma Fluff #Shuji #Shuji X Reader #Shuji Fanfiction #Shuji Oneshot #Shuji Fluff #Married #Married AU #Oneshot #Fluff #Angst

[charliemwrites]

Part 7

Content: sparring and injury

Sparring is one of your favorite activities. With your team, it’s a chance to learn and improve, to keep from falling into old habits. And yes, okay, it’s also become something of foreplay. Especially with your captain, who seems to delight in tossing you around and pinning you with his bulk.

(And Keegan, who came in his pants once when you had him in a chokehold, one your thighs between his. But no, no, now is not the time to think about that…)

You’re not the best hand-to-hand operator on the team, sure. That title belongs to Nikto, who hits so hard and fast you’re down before you even realize he’s swinging. But you’re certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Not this much though.

If you were in the mood to give them credit for anything — and you’re really not — they’re at least subtle. You don’t catch on during the first round with Soap. Your brain has completely transitioned into the comfortable rhythm of practice combat. Something to be taken seriously, but not the high-stress of victory or death in a mission.

No, Soap gets away with it in the moment. You only notice as you’re taking your water break, rotated out with the uneven numbers between your teams. You’re surveying the pairs and notice him sparring with Keegan.

There’s something decidedly more intense about it. Like… like he’s putting real effort into trying to beat Keegan. An effort he did not put into fighting you.

Rage burns through you, hot and thick, buzzing in your head.

Does he think you’re not worth any real effort? Does he think you can’t handle a proper fight, that this is just playtime? Is he really treating you like some fresh-faced recruit that needs to be babied after all this time?

When you captain finishes wiping the floor with Gaz, you go to his side. One look at your face and he knows.

“Whose head is rolling?” He asks, plucking your bottle from your hand for a sip.

“Soap threw our match.”

His eyes flare before he closes them, swallows the water in his mouth and sighs.

“How do you want to handle it?” He asks.

“Wait, wait,” Gaz interrupts. And the look your captain gives him… Christ. To his credit, he doesn’t back down though. “He probably just thought it would be good, yeah? To… let you get some anger out.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, a mean laugh slipping out. The captain arches his eyebrows in what could almost be sympathy. Or arousal, hard to tell when he’s got such a good poker face. (Mix of both, you figure)

“Oh, he wants me to get some anger out?” You roll your shoulders. “Sounds like a great idea.”

Ghost is your last match before reset — before you’ll get a chance to show Soap just how much steam you need to let off.

Except now that you’re looking for it, you recognize almost immediately that he’s throwing the match. Probably especially because it’s Ghost. You never stood a chance against him before leaving, even now you didn’t have optimistic expectations for a fight with him. So the fact that it doesn’t feel like you’re working for every inch you gain…

The final straw is when you try a move from before. Something he never fell for once and always reprimanded you for using. He “falls” for it this time. You don’t pull your punch when it goes directly into his face.

Know immediately that he’s feeling it, that wicked hook Keegan always whistles over. Blinking past his mask. And you don’t let up, pressing and pressing the advantage. Take him down to the ground using all your built strength, twisting into a vicious arm bar and pulling, pulling, pulling—

“Bloody hell, I yield!” He snarls, palm slamming against your thigh.

You release him, but not without one last nasty kick to the soft spot beneath his ribs.

The gym has gone silent. You don’t care, pushing to your feet with hands still balled into tight, angry fists.

“You ever throw a fight with me again, I’ll break your fucking jaw, Riley,” you snarl.

Price, expression stormy, takes a step forward.

“He threw the fight?” He asks.

You scoff, “Either that or the 141’s quality is lacking nowadays.”

You step off the mat to join the rest of your team, exchange a frustrated look with your captain. Nova comes to your side, curling a finger into your belt loop in solidarity.

“Gotta say, Price, I’m disappointed,” your captain says. “This is getting out of control. I won’t have my team put at risk because yours can’t keep it professional. I’d rather just tell Laswell to get you a different support team.”

You’re almost surprised to see how the 141 jolts, four pairs of eyes flicking to you in panic. What in the actual hell?

“Take it easy,” Price says, eyes flashing. “I’ll have a word with them.”

You glance up at your captain, see from the twitch in his jaw and the tightness around his eyes that his patience for this is wearing gossamer thin.

“See to it. In the meantime, we’ve got work to do.”

He turns his back on the 141, and you’re all too happy to follow suit, pressing a kiss to Nova’s cheek when she sends you a worried look. Whatever weird issue the 141 is having, they need to stop making it your issue.

“Keegan, with me,” your captain says. “Nikto, you’re up against the girls.”

Nikto tilts his head in a nod, then jolts as you and Nova take either side of him.

“Gonna show us a good time, Nik?” You coo.

“Always love a tag-team,” Nova purrs.

The captain grins. “Have fun you three.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #former 141 reader #specgru reader #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

[yandere-romanticaa]

I honestly can't get the image of soft! Cyno out of my head.

People are terrified to the bone whenever someone even so dares to utter his name but you, you sing it like a song and he's always listening, always admiring the sound of your voice. He sits in his office and stares blankly at the documents in front of him, his mind occupied by the thoughts of you - what were you doing, with who are you with? Do you miss him, why aren't you visiting him in his office? Ah, he gets so grumpy when he doesn't see you for a period of time, no matter how short it may be. He prowls the halls of the renowned Akademiya, his entire aura and being darker than the night itself, his eyes feel like daggers to whom ever dares to even take a single glance at him. The General Mahamantra is in a foul mood and Cyno thinks he's being subtle.

He has no idea that the students have legitimate escape routes prepared and other safety precautions in store for these dark times. No one wants to see Cyno on a good day, let alone a bad one. (But not you though, no, you never avoid him... You come to him willingly, like a cute little puppy, the thought alone just makes him want to smile.... He'll be more than happy to even give you some treats if it means you'll stay more.)

Cyno also has no clue that everyone managed to catch on that he is absolutely smitten. Those longing looks of his leave nothing to the imagination and despite his harsh words and tone, Cyno always perks up whenever someone says your name. (People are careful with this though. No one wants to get flayed alive by the General Mahamantra is they make the mistake of speaking ill of you... )

And even if you do something reckless, foolish, downright dangerous, Cyno still doesn't have the heart to be completely mad at you. One of his worst nightmares is seeing you all alone in the desert, lost and bloody, surrounded by the enemy, all of which want to end your life for good. To add salt to the wound, he can do nothing and ponder over the fact that he wasn't there to save you, to be there for you.

That's why he can get so irritated and impatient with you sometimes.

"Stay inside the city." he orders you, but you always just brush him off with a smile and a wave. Don't be so casual with him about this, please, he isn't joking around. His bleeding heart can only handle so much, he doesn't need this excess stress.

"If you aren't in the city, I won't be able to watch over you..." is what he wants to say but the words die out on his lips as he watches you go, his spear in hand and his chest aching with pain.

He can do nothing but watch and sulk from the shadows, sucking in the gentle smiles you so carelessly give to strangers as he sharpens his weapon, ready to end anything and anyone if they dare taint you.

#yandere cyno x reader #yandere cyno #genshin cyno x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #cyno #genshin impact #genshin #yandere genshin impact

[hanniluvi]

(Y)OUR EXPECTED FATE — JUNGWON FF

“ i always want you when i’m finally fine. ”

SYNOPSIS Jungwon felt he was on the verge of uncovering the solution — how to make you stay by his side for eternity. He had always loved you, and in every lifetime, you reciprocated that love. Convincing you to become immortal with him should be straightforward, right? However, your response proved far from what he desired, as if it were destined to be just his expected fate in every lifetime.

( 🗝️ ) THE PAIRING sorcerer!jungwon x knight-gn!reader

⌞ + ⌝ GENRE royalty au, doomed immortal x mortal, angst, subtle amounts of fluff !

𓍼 WARNINGS mentions of injuries (cuts/bruises), mentions of blood, mention of lifeless body, use of petnames

♡⸝⸝ WORD COUNT — 2.2K+ ( 2262 )

AUTHOR’S NOTE there was this one tiktok that had a plot like this and UGH i couldn’t get it out of my head…so you know i had to write this !! creds to that one tiktok bc i kept thinking about this all day…🤍 also, part one? maybe????

—> READ PART TWO ( HIS EXPECTED FATE ) HERE !

Jungwon lingered around the entrance, waiting for you to meet him. He knew you were practicing on the training grounds, and he was worried that you might overexert yourself once again. While he admired your dedication, a deep concern always lingered, fearing that such commitment could lead to severe injuries. But, he wouldn’t be surprised if you did walk out looking all rough. After all, he was used to that sight of you.

“Jungwon!” As you finally approached, he heard your cheerful greeting. However, this time, something was different. Your smile remained as bright as ever, yet the cuts on your arms and face had increased, now more pronounced and bloodied. Typically, Jungwon would rush over to greet you with a smile, but this time, his heart raced for entirely different reasons.

"YN!" Worry filled Jungwon's tone as his fingers gently brushed against your cuts, causing you to wince at the slight burning sensation. A guilty look adorned your face as you avoided making eye contact with him. Taking hold of your cheeks, he directed your head to meet his gaze, and soon his eyes cautiously inspected the wounds on your arms.

"Don't look at me like that," you chuckled lightly, seemingly unfazed by the numerous injuries sustained in the past hour. Jungwon shook his head, "Just when I thought I could leave you alone to take care of yourself."

"I just overdid it today—I promise not to show up all bloody like this next time," you firmly said, but he was aware that it was another one of those promises you might struggle to keep. Jungwon grabbed your wrist, leading you away from the training grounds and swiftly taking you to the secluded spot that had become your retreat.

“Sit there,” he pointed at the tree stump nearby, and made his first aid kit appear out of thin air. Jungwon being a sorcerer was definitely shocking to you, although after encountering so much magic within the realm of royalty, it shouldn't have been surprising. Still, you still find yourself randomly wondering how he was able to do things like that within a split second.

"Look at me," he softly instructed, followed by a quiet sigh. It was evident that seeing you hurt stirred a deep discomfort within Jungwon, even if the injuries were minor. As he wiped the blood from your cuts with a cotton bud, both of you winced simultaneously. It seemed he had grown accustomed to reacting this way.

"You know, I still don't understand why you panic like this. You always manage to treat me perfectly," you remarked, attempting to ease the tension with a hint of humor.

"And you always worry me—your injuries are getting worse as the days go by. Did you think I wouldn't notice the bruises on your knuckles either?" Jungwon reached for your hand with his free one, lightly caressing your fingers while still focused on inspecting your face. "You shouldn't ruin a face like this—not that I'm saying that in a bad way. Is there a different way for you to train so vigorously?"

"Well, what do you expect a skilled knight like me to do? To just back down now that I've built myself a reputation?" you chuckled. "No can do."

"Well, YN, I wouldn't laugh during a situation like this, where you have me tending to your awful cuts."

"Dropping the honorifics, huh?"

“My apologies, Sir YN. Is there anything else you command me to do?” A soft laugh leaves your lips again, causing the tense Jungwon to finally break into a small smile. It was as if your laughter was his medicine.

“Kiss me.” Jungwon's face flushes, but he places his hands on the sides of your face, slowly leaning in. Just as you close your eyes, you hear a slight giggle. Feeling something other than his lips on yours, you open one eye to see him just treating your wounds again as if he didn't just tease. “You’ve got a cut here–wait until I finish.”

“Hey that’s not…” Your voice trails off when he unexpectedly kisses your cheek. “...nice.” A peck comes with the next, and it just keeps going. He continues smothering kisses on your face, now making you want to escape his grasp despite you asking for them in the first place.

After giving you the final peck on your lips, he moved away from your face, a proud grin on his face for his handiwork. Handing you a small mirror, you examined your face and noticed how all the gashes from training had disappeared. Touching your cheekbone, you inquired, “What did you just do? That seems like a new technique you've learned.”

“You wanted kisses, didn't you? So, I did a little something,” Jungwon replied with a mischievous smile. “And it's a secret.”

“How mean,” you huffed lightly.

“I still need to tend to your arms and hands. Can you try to stay still for me, my love?”

Jungwon completed the task more swiftly than he had anticipated. He yearned to kiss you more, as his actions seemed to convey more than words ever could. Seating himself beside you, he lay on the tree trunk behind, reaching out for your hand. Together, you both gazed into the horizon without uttering a word.

He wished for you to rest, recognizing that even though he had healed your cuts, your body remained fatigued. Your energy levels hadn't been up to par lately, and he couldn't help but worry if there was something more serious at play.

But, even in quiet times like these, these moments are things he actually cherished the most. It allowed him to collect his thoughts.

Glancing back at your calm state, the question Jungwon had lingering in the back of his mind finally comes back to him.

Right.

He had to ask you this. But how?

Would he ruin this moment for the both of you?

A wave of countless thoughts flooded Jungwon's mind. The timing never seemed quite right. When would he ever get the chance to share something this important with you? This quiet moment was the only time you and he spent together without any peculiar occurrences.

Should he just ask the question already?

Should he— “Jungwon, do you need something?”

“Huh?” Caught off guard, Jungwon blinked for a moment. He hadn't realized that he was lost in his own thoughts. Shaking his head slightly, he offered a sheepish smile. "No, nothing in particular. Just enjoying the moment with you."

"Is everything okay? Your hold on my hand is a bit...” He noticed the tightness in his grip and instinctively loosened it. “Sorry.”

“You seem like something is on your mind. Why not share it with me?” In moments like these, your attentiveness always shone through. Despite his usual tendency to back away, this time, Jungwon felt a stronger urge not to let the opportunity slip by like any other day.

“Well, um,” He found himself stumbling over words, struggling to articulate his thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Your understanding gaze encouraged him, appreciating the cute side of him you always found endearing.

“I... I wanted to ask you something important,” Jungwon finally confessed, looking into your eyes with a mixture of nervousness and determination. Your expression softened, encouraging him to continue. “What is it?”

He took another deep breath before speaking, “YN, have you ever thought about... eternity? About staying by someone's side forever?”

“Eternity you say…” You thought deeply of the question–it was certainly one of those questions that went beyond the usual conversations you two would have. “Well, I guess I have considered that–in a different sense. What makes you bring this up all of a sudden?”

“I said I would protect you for my whole life, did I not?” His hands interlocked with yours, and his tone…

His tone seemed rather…

Sad.

You knew his emotions better than anyone else could; you could instantly tell if something was off. It was as if he had repeated that question to you countless times before.

You just didn’t know how to explain it. It was just a gut feeling.

But why would he be sad?

You didn't quite understand it, but you hesitated to delve deeper.

“And you have done great so far, my dearest,” You tried to offer comfort, tightening your hold in response. “My wounds have never healed better when I’m around you.”

He nodded, appreciating your reassurance. “Of course, my love. Seeing you hurt is something I can't bear, especially when I know I can do something about it. But...that's not exactly what I'm trying to say.”

“Oh?”

Jungwon hesitated for a moment before letting out a nervous chuckle, “I was just... wondering if you'd be open to the idea. You know, staying with someone you care about for a very, very long time. Like, forever.”

The sincerity in his eyes left you with a sense of vulnerability, and you realized that this wasn't just an ordinary conversation. Jungwon seemed to be hinting at something much more profound.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

He sighed, nodding his head. “Yes…what I’m trying to say is that I find I can find a way to keep you beside me forever.”

“You mean... granting me immortality?”

“Exactly.” He nodded, his hold on your hand tightening, as if he had no intention of letting you go. “I’ve been experimenting with various spells from the countless books I’ve read during endless nights. I can share some of my findings with you, if you’d—”

“My love, I must decline that offer.”

“Huh?” Jungwon was puzzled by the sudden interruption. Gazing at you with widened eyes, he realized you weren't joking.

You were being serious.

“Oh. Is that so…” You noticed his eyes glistening, causing a twinge in your heart. Making people feel sad, especially those you love, was something you truly hated.

“Don’t misunderstand—I love you deeply, more than words could convey. But, after all the achievements I’ve accomplished as a knight, I don’t want them to go to waste.”

Jungwon couldn’t comprehend it.

“But, my love, how would it go to waste? Your accomplishments will be remembered for ages, even centuries. And you can continue achieving much more... if you choose to stay.”

He's trying his best—he wants you to stay. Was it selfish of him to wish for that? However, there's no time for self-doubt; what shouldn’t be doubtful is his love for you.

He wants you.

So he pleads. He tries his absolute hardest.

He’s just so close.

So close to stopping this wretched fate of his.

“Why, aren’t you the sweetest?” you smiled, freeing him from your grasp to run your fingers through his hair, providing instant solace. With your touch, Jungwon sighed, this was clearly taking a toll on him.

“Is…is that a yes?”

“The answer is still a no. I want to stay by your side as a mortal being.”

“But…but why?” he questioned, a mix of confusion and desperation in his eyes.

“Because, that way, it can make our memories more cherishable, don’t you think?” you smiled at him, your words piercing through his heart. How could you radiate joy in a moment like this? However, he couldn’t deny the truth in your statement. Across countless past lives, you were always a part of them, turning each one into a profoundly memorable experience.

Different clothes, different situations, different personalities—he had encountered them all. Yet, irrespective of the flaws or imperfections, he found himself drawn to you in every single life.

He remembers all the moments he’d be able to make you smile.

He remembers the sweet laughs you’d have—each one he would consider as a beautiful melody.

He remembers what had made you happy in those lives.

He knows them all by heart.

He longs to share those stories with you, but the fear of overwhelming you with his endless tales holds him back.

He would never want to burden you like that.

“I guess so…” he manages to utter, his voice choked with unspoken emotions.

“I can tell you’re hurt,” your tone softens, your smile fading into a slight frown. “But it just won’t be the same. I would feel much prouder about how many things I can accomplish during my time. I hope you understand.”

His lips thinned, and he slowly nodded, trying to convey that he was okay. Attempting to hold his head high, he looked at you with a certain glint in his eyes. “As long as you’re happy, my love.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled, shifting your position to lay on his lap, closing your eyes. Jungwon chuckled, a bittersweet sound, brushing your hair away from your face. “Let’s just relax, hm?”

“Yeah. Relax,” Jungwon agreed, feeling his energy drain out of him. How could he relax? He was tired. How many more moments like this could you two share before he was forced to part from you again?

He can feel the tears he tried holding back come back to him. His eyes were becoming blurry as he continued to look down at your figure.

He feels even sadder, as his blurry vision seemed to portray what he eventually ends up experiencing.

He should’ve known by now.

No matter the timeline, he was fated to be separated from you.

Despite his efforts, he would watch you leave, helpless to change the outcome.

The haunting image of holding your lifeless body would repeat, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

A new start awaits, but it was another wretched path he was forced to follow.

This was his expected fate.

💬 : ayaya

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[hijackalx]

More headcanon asks for Gale, Astarion, and Gortash! What would their reaction be to their lover pampering them after a rough day? (Talking like preparing their favorite meal, treating to a relaxing bath, that sorta stuff)

GALE

LOVES TO BE DOTED ON SOOOOO MUCH 😹😹 to the point where he will mope and pout if you don’t want to pamper him. since he’s a wizard he gets a lot of bumps and bruises during battles, but he ONLY wants you to fix him up. he’ll look at you with those big ol’ puppy dog eyes, sigh really loudly, then go, “gee, i wish somebody around here cared enough about me to patch up my finger…” and it’s literally over a papercut LMFAO. it’s not that he’s not capable of doing it himself it just makes him feel loved when you do it 😹💗 the type to get a cut on his lip and ask you to kiss it better— also loves to have you sit on his lap while you clean up his face

GORTASH

he’s initially a little put-off by it since he doesn’t want his baby to have to lift a finger EVER !!!! not even for him. besides, he (probably) has servants who are willing to do that stuff, and he doesn’t want to view you as one of his lowly lackeys 😹😹. ALTHOUGHHHH, if you’re persistent enough about it, he’ll eventually let you. i think he’d be more adamant on a mutual kind of pampering though, like washing each other’s hair or giving each other massages (you KNOW this man’s shoulders are TENSE gurl). he really likes when you lay your head in his lap and massage his tired hands— that way he can use the other one to run through your hair 💗😌

ASTARION

THE MOST DIFFICULT when it comes to letting you do this. like he insists that he doesn’t need it or that he’s “fine” but lowkey he does want it 😹😹 he just prefers more subtle acts, like you doing favors for him (offering to wash his dirty/bloody clothes, for example) or listening to him rant/complain about his day. well actually— i guess letting him drink from you could be considered preparing his favorite meal? 🤔 so make sure to offer him your neck after a long day 😹. too much blatant doting on him makes him feel silly (or he gets the crazy idea that you’re doing it because you think he’s weak 👹). honestly just don’t smother him and he’ll live 😹💗

#SORRY THIS TOOK A COUPLE DAYS I GOT BUSY 😩😩💗 #bg3 #astarion #enver gortash #gale dekarios #astarion x reader #enver gortash x reader #gale dekarios x reader #my headcanons #asks

[singswan-springswan]

I just had a fever dream about Jason so y'all gonna have to suffer through me ranting about it buckle up.

literally I just gave him bird wings

In this au he's an "avian" which is not a human... or maybe it is? Anyway just people with bird wings so like. think partial wing au. These "avians" are really rare and I guess functionally they are humans except for the obvious; no powers etc. Maybe they can have kids with humans too idk I'm not worldbuilding 😭

The avian peoples can hide their wings away and shapeshift into humans ig. Their ability to do so varies from individual to individual. Some can do it at will, others have to be triggered to pop them out or bring them in.

Jason can summon his wings at will but he's always had a hard time shifting back to human especially if there's some kind of stressor present. Sometimes he needs to meditate in order to put them away.

His wings were super pretty when he was a kid. When he gets his full plumage it's very light and majestic and glossy and mostly white, with very subtle accents of grey. Sometimes even gold if the sun hits them right. Think marble angel statue etc. Jason is very proud of his wings. He doesn't keep them out all the time, but they sure come in handy during patrol.

He's delighted to be Robin because of the bird theme. Dick is super mad about it.

Jason is kidnapped multiple times for his wings. As you can imagine, there's a big black market for avian products. Probably why there are so few of them :/ anyway he's a scrappy feller so obviously he manages to escape every time, and his efforts improve after all the Robin training. Intrigue about the newest Wayne boy with the pretty wings is borderline vicious. Where did Bruce find such an attractive avian child? Most everyone who recognizes Jason as Bruce's kid ask to see his wings

He likes to wear them around the house because he likes to show them off and he feels comfortable in the Manor. Bruce and Alfred help him preen while he reads or talks about his day and it's great bonding time. Bruce always tells him his wings are beautiful and he should be proud of them and it makes Jason happy. Also, before coming to the Manor Jason had already had a few run-ins with traffickers and is super hesitant to flaunt his feathers but Bruce makes his promise to never lay an unwanted hand on Jason and promises to be gentle with his wings and he is and he's very respectful and treats Jason's wings with reverence every time Jason asks for help taking care of them ouagh. He has a few feathers lying around the house in his study and on his nightstand next to the framed picture of his two sons.

All the Titans compliment Jason's wings and he's blushing so hard the whole time it makes him dizzy

The wings add another layer to the "Robin is magic!" theme

When Jason and Dick get on less hostile terms, Jason makes jokes about Dick being a Flying Grayson despite not being an avian. Dick never takes it well because he's still salty about Jason stealing Robin but at least he's stopped attacking him for it

The "Little Wing" nickname is so much more pertinent now although it serves less as a symbol of Dick's acceptance and more just emphasizing the obvious

Oh no! Jason gets murdered!

The Joker beat him to kriff, but he absolutely desecrated Jason's wings. I'm talking mangled mutilated every bone broken feathers torn out shredded and bloody poor Jason :(

Bruce frames the few feathers he has and cries over them a ton like the unhealthy coping mechanism walking that he is.

Jason never summons his wings after crawling out of his grave. Obviously there's not much to shift into there and he subconsciously knows that exposing himself as an avian is dangerous when Bruce isn't there to protect him

The Lazarus pit heals the scarring on his wings. It takes a while for the feathers to grow back in. The colors change

His new plumage comes in red (womp womp) and Jason is so upset about it because he loved his pretty white feathers that looked like they'd been dipped in champagne and looked innocent and safe. Now his wings are much bigger and scarier and he feels like a different person. Talia tells him he's being dramatic (he is) but also she helps him preen when he can't bring himself to and she teaches him how to fight with the different weight. She also tries to train him to have better control over shifting in and out of them with little success. Maybe it's a classic case of "needing to find inner peace first" lol

Over the course of his time with the League, hints of black begin bleeding in like ink. It looks kinda creepy and Jason hates it even more but Talia teaches him how to use the intimidating factor to his advantage.

Damian draws him whenever he gets the chance. He thinks he's being sneaky.

When Jason decides to go back to Gotham and be a little menace Talia asks him what he's going to call himself. By that point, the black is more prominent, but "Red Hood" still feels aesthetically appropriate.

The Red Hood doesn't show his wings though. It's just a personal poetic symbol for Jason. Keeps him focused on what he's lost and what he's fighting for in the end etc.

His plan proceeds pretty much as canon, everything goes smoothly, Batman's getting thoroughly obsessed, Black Mask is losing his marbles, even that new Replacement Robin is lying low with an up and coming serial killer on a rampage in the Alley.

Then a particular run-in with Batman changes things. Unbeknownst to Jason, Batman's been going down a check-list trying to gather every possible drop of information about Hood (as he does), and of course he has to check if Hood is an avian. like. as an afterthought. They are a pretty rare species, but it's worth checking anyway. How's he going to do that? Glad you asked

Apparently there's a specific move to trigger an avian into revealing their wings. Probably some kind of nerve strike. Bruce learned it while he was in the League because why not. In the middle of his fight with Hood, he manages to sneak the move in, and boom, suddenly Jason's wings are out in all their glory.

As part of the shapeshifting physics we're going to pretend that the wings can pass through clothing. As long as it's flush to the skin. Maybe. So Jason's wings appear beneath his jacket and they're huge and he is very much thrown off balance and caught off guard and of course feeling significantly violated.

Bruce never told him he could do something like that. He's flabbergasted. It's the perfect opening for Batman to subdue him. Which uh.

Of course Batman only knows the Red Hood as a mass murdering crime lord/Rouge adjacent so he's not super gentle. And he knows about the vulnerable parts of an avian's wings do you see where this is going

Jason goes into survival mode because he's high on adrenaline and feeling extremely vulnerable and remember how the Joker treated him? Jason apparently has trauma about other people touching his wings now. He was fine with Talia because he knew that not only did she have no intention of hurting him but she was actively trying to help (in her own weird way). Batman is a different story. They are in the middle of a fight after all. So Jason kinda panics and can't focus on shifting his wings back in meanwhile he's scrambling to try and fend Batman off and protect himself but now that he's off his game Bruce easily overpowers him

Batman gets his wings tied up somehow and it takes everything in Jason not to devolve into a crying pleading heap of feathers. He's lashing out while Batman tries to sedate him. This isn't going the way Jason planned. Eventually Batman has to hold him down because he's thrashing so hard and wow that doesn't resemble the fearsome crime lord from the rumors

Batman ends up grabbing his wings to avoid being bludgeoned and Jason breaks a bone or two in one of them. He fully shrieks at that point. He's always been sensitive about his wings and hated having them restrained and he's scared and irrational and the trauma has him in a stranglehold. Part of it is the fact that Bruce is the one responsible for hurting him. If nothing else, Jason could always count on Bruce being respectful of his wings, so to have him break a bone (never mind that he doesn't know it's Jason) is really rattling

Bruce meanwhile is doing his best to arrest this helmeted freak who thinks it's funny to cosplay as his son's murderer and unwillingly having his heart strings pulled because not only is this villainous man apparently an avian (just like his son) but also Bruce feels slightly bad about using his knowledge of avian vulnerabilities to take him down. ouch. His protective dad mode activates in the subconscious when Hood's desperation to escape becomes glaringly obvious. Batman has to stop himself from asking who hurt you. Wrong thing to say when he is in the process of hurting the crime lord in question

Jason manages to escape somehow. idk exactly. He's resourceful. Anyway he makes his getaway by a hairsbreadth leaving Batman mildly baffled and even more determined than ever to hunt down the Red Hood. He will need to alter parts of his plan. He can't keep running into Batman if Batman's going to force his wings out again. Of course, Talia taught him how to fight with them, but neither of them realized how difficult that would be when fighting Batman dredged up all the trauma yikes

Batman manages to find Hood again and tries to confront him. Jason does not let him get close tells him to stay the heck away and shoots at him to drive the point home because kriff if he's going to repeat that awful experience from last time. He had a Shadow help set his wing and he complained to Talia about it over the phone. after crying. ugly crying. He didn't leave his safehouse for a few days and spent the whole time eating ice cream and crying and reading macbeth.

Bruce updates the file on Red Hood to include his avian species. Tim saw it and said wow how many avians do you find in Gotham what if it's Jason. Bruce did not find that joke funny, Tim. (to be fair, Tim was running on fifty hours without sleep and at least one mug of coffee brewed from Redbull) Bruce goes to bed that night crying holding one of the feathers he kept from Jason's white wings

When the reveal finally comes, I'm thinking it's some ridiculous scenario involving Jason getting knocked out and Batman having to save him and Bruce naturally takes advantage of this opportunity to kidnap Jason and bring him back to the Batcave. He takes the helmet off too. Tim says wow no kidding huh. Then he has to punt the helmet before it can blow up in Bruce's hands because Bruce is well. He's having a moment.

Jason wakes up with his wrist cuffed to his cot in the Cave medbay. He freaks out. He shifts into his wings on instinct and tries to fly away before realizing the bed is too heavy to let him. His weapons have been thoroughly pillaged. He's having another panic attack. rip. Bruce is there and Alfred convinced him to change out of the Batman suit but he's there and he's also having a nervous breakdown. The first thing he does when Jason calms down (gets lightheaded) enough to stop trying to break out of the cuff by brute force or knock everything within range over is apologize for breaking his wing. Jason's having a bad day. He's already got head trauma from whatever knocked him out in the first place and his plans are in shambles and by God he is not supposed to be in the Batcave with a weirdly watery eyed Bruce. Jason just uh. stares at him.

Tim hears the noise and comes rushing in with Alfred at his heels. Tim's doing damage control analysis. Alfred is openly crying and all just "Master Jason" blah blah "it's so good to have you home" he goes to hold Jason's face like a baby and suddenly Jason feels like crying too. His plans are ruined.

Tim's like good now that you're awake what the heck happened to your wings. Jason threatens to slit his throat. Bruce is now also crying because Jason may look different but there's no denying that this defensive rough around the edges street kid is his kid and oh no he broke his wing :(( Jail for father jail for one thousand years etc.

Dick shows up. Bruce called him to inform him that they'd apprehended the Red Hood and that he was in need of medical attention so naturally... they brought him to the Cave (Bruce has a soft spot for avians and he knew that if he handed Hood over to the authorities he would have been taken advantage of). Dick said what the heck is wrong with you Bruce I'm on my way. So he rushed over thinking he was going to walk into a chaotic atmosphere and he wasn't wrong but he wasn't expecting so much crying to be involved. He also has a mental breakdown. You know how it is. Lots of hand tremors. Screaming. Big ugly sobs. Glaring at Bruce demanding to know why he didn't think to tell him his little brother was back from the dead???? *horrified* what happened to your wings? because Jason's wings somehow look even creepier in the light

Jason keeps trying to shift them back in but he can't focus. He feels very exposed and obviously upset. His beautiful perfect plans are ruined :(( He had so many wonderful plans :((( He was going to break the Joker out of Arkham :((((((( And force Bruce to murder him :(((((((((((( looks like that's not happening anymore

Dick attaches himself to Jason with an octopus hug despite Jason's insistence that he will snap Dick's stupid neck. Tim sees his chance to make the situation worse and joins the hug. Jason half-heartedly attempts to push them off

Eventually they remove the cuff even though Jason makes repeated death threats and as soon as he's free he bolts. Doesn't leave the Cave but he needs to get away and gather his wits so he finds a perch near the Cave ceiling (one of many Bruce installed for him back in the day) and refuses to come down. That's fine. Everyone was trying to process the fact that he's alive anyway. Bruce sits on the ground far below and waits the whole time.

Jason is forced to come down by his need to pee. Also Alfred made tea and biscuits and despite Jason's vendetta, he did miss his family. Conversations are had. They fight and say mean things and Jason still can't pull his wings back in but they've reached a consensus. Bruce is in awe the his baby is back. He's willing to do anything to keep him this time around. He tells Jason that his wings are still beautiful (again, sorry for hurting them that one time), and for every bone of yours the Joker broke I'll break one of his just say the word Jay-lad. Tim pipes up didn't you already do that? Bruce says he'll do it as often as Jason wants lol. This man is so unstable. Jason is very touched. He maintains that the Joker is better off dead, but then he can't really hurt people if he's in a body cast so... sure he'll take the win.

When Jason works up the courage to go into the Manor he sees all his old feathers lying around and it makes him oddly happy. He wants to find it weird, and he definitely makes fun of Bruce for keeping them, but secretly he's so touched and he likes having them so he can still see his pretty white feathers.

Jason gives the best hugs. Okay I know Dick is famous for his octopus hugs but Jason's hugs are objectively the best in canon because it feels like Bruce but without the weight of transaction or expectation PLUS Jason has wings now so imagine getting the best hug of your life and then being cocooned in warm fluffy wings on top of that I would die.

Cass comes home and everyone's like ooh update Red Hood turned out to be Jason! This is your little brother btw and she's like ??? yeah I know. They freak out. How did you know Cass. She says dude look at him. and they reexamine the whole Red Hood scheme (aborted) and the fabricated rivalry with Batman and the speech pattern and the strategic maneuvers and the iconic dramatic flair and they're like okay yeah that makes sense. But you never met him Cass you had no point of reference. FOOLS. MUST THE GODDESS JUSTIFY HERSELF TO YOU??

Anyway everything is fine and Damian joins the family and he makes so many paintings of Jason and his portrait is the first one they have framed with Jason and his new wings. Happily ever after

#jason todd #batfam #the red hood #batfam au #batfam wing au #winged jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #tim drake #talia al ghul #damian wayne #cassandra cain #rambling #dc imagine

[wishfuldivine]

[Part Two]

He fucked up. He fucked up pretty bad. He never should've let his thoughts get the best of him. Fuck.

He was currently waiting for exfil. His body leaned back against the outside wall of the front porch at the safehouse. A bullet stuck deep in his thigh as a frantic Price attended to his wound, and Ghost kept watch just in the case of anything.

"You alright, mate?" His captain asked. He was too focused on  helping out with his wound, but there was a certain tension surrounding him. As if he was trying his complete best to remain calm.

Ghost was the same but more subtle. He was standing right next to him, eyes roaming the area but would look back at them every once in a while. His jaw was tensed, shoulders upright, and his hands seemed to fight over an urge.

Gaz knew what was going on. Price was keeping himself from scolding him and Ghost  from fussing over him. And it was as if his thoughts summoned just that to happen.

"Yes, sir." The sergeant replied through a small groan. Which was the cause for what happened next.

"Next time, don't be so bloody daft, sergeant." Price's voice sounded very angry. His eyes were practically burning with a deep fire.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Shut it. How can you be so irresponsible over this, Garrick?" Ghost said with equal anger. His hands were clenched at his sides  now.

Gaz closed his eyes to try and take a deep breath before everything went any further.

"I know it was my mistake. Won't happen again, Lieutenant Ghost." He replied while opening his eyes. The sign of a breakdown was slowly creeping in.

"Do this again, and I will have to keep you away from future missions, Kyle." Price said afterward. It was the first time he's ever used his name in this manner or under these circumstances.

That made his heart  break. It hurt even more than he thought. But what Ghost said next is what finally did it.

"I won't work with you either, Garrick."

Gaz had enough. That's when he broke and everything came through like a broken dam.

"Yeah, you wish to be working with Soap, huh? I get it. You know, I often wish it was me who died instead of him because I can easily see how much y'all hate it that he's not here. Perhaps me being gone instead of him would've been better." He said lowly, looking down at his lap in deep hurt as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

Price and Ghost froze once Gaz's words cut through the air. Their eyes were now wide, expression shell shocked as they watched how their sergeant broke down completely in front of them.

The tension grew thicker and thicker by the second. Gaz continued to let everything out and his mind was going blank at this point. He never thought he'd be in a situation where he'll feel unwanted and unappreciated. It hurt. Very much.

"Kyle. That's no-"

"Stop lying to me! I see it every time I'm around! You ignore me. You avoid me. You see me with some kind of hatred for being the only sergeant alive! I just KNOW you wish he was here instead of me. I JUST KNOW!" His voice filled such exasperation as well. The way both of them have been treating him was completely unacceptable.

Price and Ghost didn't know what to do. Gaz was spiraling out of control, and it was very heartbreaking to witness. They felt guilty for ever neglecting their sergeant to a certain extent that led  him to break.

Shame and guilt overcame them in strong waves. They had been blinded by their own grief  to notice. Far too unaware of how they've treated Gaz along the way. How could they treat him like this?

The unstopping sobs escaping the sergeant were absolutely heartwrenching. And to everyone's shock, Ghost was the one who went forward to envelope Gaz in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." The lieutenant whispered into his ear. His voice broke just the tiniest bit at the end. He felt like complete trash.

Gaz only sobbed harder.

#kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod #heavy angst #my precious baby had enough #ali writes #might do a part 3 #who knows

[002yb]

The absolute horror in the face of the henchman who was flirting with Nightwing when he find out Nightwing is Redhood's husband

(Even worse if it was one of Redhood's henchmen)

Dick is accustomed to the song and dance of villains/thugs finding him attractive and using that against him

They try to objectify him to make him uncomfortable, but honestly? Been there, done that.

They get a little touchy? Dick doesn't like it, but he'll tolerate it.

Being unbothered turns most people off to such a base play. Those that aren't? Dick just bides his time until he can lash out (coming undone from his bindings to attack, slipping lose any one part of him to choke his adversary to submission; he's not one for barking, but he'll bite).

It's the same old, same old when Red Hood's men get hold of him

Dick's most pressing concern: how he'll live this down once Jason finds out, honestly. It's funny when it happens to Tim, but big sighs. This will definitely make his little wing's day. Menace.

Whether or not Jason sees him personally, he'll definitely find out something if only because one of his men are just like so many of the other 'tough bitch' type that Dick has encountered.

Either Red Hood gives Nightwing an out or Red Hood is going to come back to a one of his goons looking a lot worse for wear

They take his silence for being scared, but Dick really is just weighing pros and cons of being patient vs saving himself

Dick really doesn't care to risk Jason's ire. Cute as Jason is, he's vicious when provoked

Given that, yeah. Dick will wait.

It's as he resolves himself to do just that when the henchman gets Dick by the chin and forces Dick to look up at him. Dick is unimpressed, to say the least. The looming? The smirking? The vulgar come on of treating him right? Hard pass.

Dick could treat the lackey good and nice though. Turn this around without even touching him. Just a subtle shift of Dick's expression. Try and dominate him; Dick can wreck this fucker with the curl of his lip, the tilt of his head.

They don't know danger or fear until they know him.

It's the icy chill in his eye that gives the goon pause. Fuck forbid he heed the warning though. The goon takes it as a challenge and that's fine. Dick will -

A gunshot. A warm splash of blood across Dick's face and then a startled cry.

Dick blinks, surprised out of whatever mood he'd been falling into. When he turns, Red Hood stands across the room. Some fifty yards out and still a deadshot.

The henchman staggers back, holding his bloody hand and fighting to find an explanation that will appease his boss but coming up short. The others that had been looking on speak up, but ultimately they scatter when Jason tells them to fuck off.

'You didn't have to shoot him.' Dick would say, a breathless laugh on the tail end of his words.

'Didn't I?' Because Jason doesn't tolerate that sort of bullshit. He huffs, looking after where his men scattered. 'That was a mercy compared to what was waiting.'

I.e. Dick

Dick just smiles. And Jason laughs under his breath.

'What a hero.' Dick banters.

'Yeah, yours.' Jason snickers.

Then Jason proceeds to torment Dick with having saved him for the next however many weeks until someone else gets in a bind and needs saving.

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Note: So I failed to cover a few details of the prompt. 😳 This reads more prerelationship than husband vibes whoops. But also? Originally wrote a short about this that messed up on everything but 'henchman' so this is progress LOL. I'll maybe post the short at a later time - I was so embarrassed when I realized how bad I messed that up omggggggg.

#dickjay #jaydick #prerelationship vibes

[animeyanderelover]

Um hi its me again and i wanted to send in another request, and im sorry for bothering this is my first time sending request so i don't know if im doing this right, but i wish for another haikyuu hc with the same characters from my last request except suna is replaced by tendou: yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama,sugawara, kenma, akaashi, oikawa, kita, tendou, goshiki with a s/o gets in a fight? Basically the s/o finds out that this girl is trying to get with/flirt with their boyfriends and how the boys react to this is up to you but the s/o gets very mad, like going crazy mad. So they go up to the girl and started fighting. And not just some slapping or pulling hair, no i mean full on punches, kickes in stomach, black eyes and broken noses. Like this is a BLOODY fight and a big one at that. So how would react to seeing this fight? Would they try and stop it or cheer on? Would they be upset or would they feel honored that you fight for them?

Thank you and sorry for bothering you i and i just wanted to say that i love your blog it makes my day everytime time i read from here.

You don't bother at all.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, violence

This is a bloody fight

Kōshi Sugawara

🤍Suga is one of the more pleasant ones to react to this, although he’s not happy. He’s just telling the girl politely at first that he already has someone else and asks her to leave him alone. If she’s going to be persistent, he might get slightly colder with his words and behavior, his face trying to carry the amicable smile before that last mask finally drops and he stares at her with a cold look in his eyes. He’s just about to drop it to her in a way not fitting for his usual sunshine facade but then his s/o suddenly storms into the scene, grabs the girl by the hair and yanks her back. This startles Suga, he didn’t expect this sudden outburst of violence and he will do his best to instantly stop his s/o from doing anything that could lead to troubles.

🤍He’s pulling them back, tells them in a raised tone to stop this, that the girl has surely learned her lesson now and that he could have handled this by himself too. He leaves with his s/o soon after, keeps a close eye on them just in case so that they don’t accidentally try to attack again. He scolds them thoroughly once they’re home again, expresses his disappointment with them with an upset look on his face, eyebrows furrowed. He’s not one for physical violence as he relies more on subtle manipulation and that for a reason. You could get into serious troubles for assaulting someone. He’s disappointed with you for days after, monitors you closely. He starts lecturing you a lot more too about how to behave and what not to do, treats you like a naive and impulsive child.

Tobio Kageyama

🌧️At first Kageyama just goes rigid when a girl suddenly starts flirting with him, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a while there is disgust bubbling up inside his chest though as he realizes that she wants something from him despite knowing that he has a partner. That’s when he gives her a harsh glare and tells her with a clearly agitated voice that he doesn’t want anything to do with her. When he suddenly sees in the corner of his eye his darling approaching, he feels scared. He fears they might accuse him of something which undoubtedly fuels his paranoia but before he can even explain himself, they grab the woman by the hair and deliver a punch right into their stomach.

🌧️Generally talking, Kageyama is a Yandere more prone to throw hands if the situation calls for it, tends to manhandle people who agitate him. Yet he’s never seen nor expected this from his darling and for a short moment he genuinely doesn’t know what to do, in shock as he watches the girl being beaten up. When he snaps out of it, he grabs your hand and pulls you back, flinches a bit when you give him a pissed off glare before your facial expression eases up. Tobio doesn’t know what else to say besides that you two should go now, warning the girl before leaving with you that she should keep quiet about it. He’s sort of in a daze for the next few hours as he still tries to process what he just saw since this is a side of you he didn’t know before.

Shōyō Hinata

☀️Hinata is completely overwhelmed when a girl actually starts flirting with him. That is once he actually realizes that she’s being serious with him. He’s not dumb, just really dense and initially he’s a bit flattered by the comments. The moment the girl actually stays and is proving herself to be extremely persistent is the moment where Hinata grows uncomfortable. He keeps on telling her to please leave him alone and that he has a lover but she doesn’t listen and that’s when he doesn’t know what to do. He’s trying to escape at this point and when he sees you, he quickly dashed past the girl to you.

☀️You on the other hand storm past him and confuse the orange-haired boy at first before he sees you kicking the girl harshly, bringing her down into her knees where you continue your attacks. Hinata is the type to idealize his darling a lot so he’s shocked to see them being so violent, even a bit frightened at first. He’s just standing there for a while and at one point averts his eyes a bit since he isn’t the biggest fan of violence. He’s completely overwhelmed once again and for that he doesn’t do anything until you deem it enough, threaten the girl to better never get near your boyfriend again before you turn around to Shōyō, smiling sweetly. He looks at you with different eyes afterwards, after he’s come to terms with what he saw. It isn’t bad though as he starts seeing you as a really strong person someone shouldn’t mess with.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

💕Yamaguchi is a loyal soul and the moment he notices what the girl is trying to do, he tries to avoid her, clearly uncomfortable with her actions. He’s incredibly awkward, body pose stiff as he tries to somehow escape her persistent attempts to flirt with him. Yamaguchi is trying to be polite though as he tells her over and over again that he’s already taken and happy, doesn’t know what else to do. He’s also terrified that you might walk in, is constantly looking around and when he sees you storming to him, his heart drops a bit. Oh god, are you assuming something? No, instead you nearly throw the girl away from him, getting even more triggered when you see just how nervous she’s made Tadashi.

💕The boy in question has a small story of somewhat joining Tsukishima’s rude comments but besides that he’s never been a fan of violence or bullying, mainly because he was bullied in his past too. So he’s terrified when he sees this new side of his darling, somewhat frightened to initially step in before he gains the courage to do so. He pleads you to stop since you’ve probably gone too far now, worried that the girl might go to the police although she certainly looks too frightened of you as she runs away. He’s somewhat uncertain for the rest of the day. His love is still there of course but it’s the first time he saw you acting so severely. Tadashi will at one point talk with you about it since it makes him a bit uncomfortable and also very concerned since you might be arrested for your actions.

Tōru Oikawa

👑For Tōru this is a daily thing, getting being flirted with. Forming an obsession and getting together with his obsession has changed things for him though. Whilst he’s initially still polite, there’s a hidden glint of annoyance and even disgust in his eyes, not to mention that his smile isn’t sincere. Daring to continue though and implying that this girl thinks she’s better than his darling though sets him off slightly, his eyes narrowing and causing him to indirectly start humiliating the girl whilst simultaneously gushing about what he loves so much about his love. He’s already putting her down and his darling takes this to the physical level.

👑Obviously Oikawa is initially frightened a bit but when he realizes that you’re doing it because someone was trying to take him away from you, there’s a twisted feeling of happiness and satisfaction inside of him. He’d go very far if someone would try to take you away from him and there’s elation knowing that you’d do the same. He lets his darling go on for a while, a grin on his face that has the girl’s stomach churning as she sees the unparalleled sickening obsession inside his brown orbs. He eventually suggests to you that you should stop and that he’s sure that the girl has learned her lesson, tells her with a voice laced with poison that she would better keep quiet about it. He’d be the type of Yandere who would appreciate a darling showing similar tendencies as he does so he really won’t scold you unless you’re not careful enough and might get in troubles for your actions. He’ll help you though, he’s your partner in crime.

Keiji Akaashi

🍁Akaashi deals with things more calmly than some other guys and if someone gives him a compliment, he normally just quietly accepts it. He always clarifies though that he is taken and usually people respect that instantly. Meeting this one girl though who still bothers him despite knowing that he’s taken isn’t something he witnesses every day. Akaashi can’t help but think that the girl is quite a bit disrespectful though by not accepting his boundaries nor accepting it that he is already in a happy relationship and doesn’t want to do anything with her. He’s not carefully choosing his words though, he’s blunt and tells her what she thinks, sadly without much of a result which slowly tests even his patience.

🍁Your entrance certainly changes things though as you kick the girl harshly to the ground, a dangerous look on your face as you’re about to launch at her again. Only for Akaashi to react instantly and stop you. He can read from the look on your face that you plan to hurt her but deems it as unnecessary and also dangerous since someone might hear you. Causing a scene would be quite troublesome and it’s better to stop you now before you seriously hurt the girl instead of when she had proof that you attacked and hurt her. Luckily he knows what to say to calm you down enough so that you go with him and he consults you later on about your actions. He’s going to scold you, warn you to not let your temper get the better of you in such a way since it will end in problems for you.

Kenma Kozume

🐱Kenma is introverted as it is, you two specifically chose a place where not too many people would be to enjoy a date together yet luck doesn’t seem to be on his side today. He knows what the girl’s intentions are instantly when she starts flirting with him and calling him endearing names which only make him want to disappear. He makes himself small, doesn’t look at her or pay attention to her as he hopes that she’ll leave if he ignores her. Sadly that only seems to fuel her more and by now he’s panicking quite a bit, doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in such a situation. His darling comes to rescue him though, more or less at least.

🐱The first wave of relief is quickly replaced by shock and a good scare when you start punching and hitting the girl though for daring to flirt with your boyfriend and making him so uncomfortable in the process. Meanwhile Kenma is looking around him in panic, afraid someone might see you and cause a scene. So he stops you, a churning feeling in his stomach whilst asking you if you two can just leave since he has lost all interest and excitement for the date planned today. He mumbles something to the girl before he leaves, most likely a threat to not report his darling. He’s hesitating a bit to bring this up for a lack of even knowing how, eventually you two will have to talk about it. He’s rational enough to know that you could be brought to jail for such behavior and therefore he asks you if you could try to control that side of yours since it stresses him to think that you might beat someone again. He’ll just stay more inside so that you won’t have to hurt anyone.

Satori Tendou

❤️Satori is definitely not used to being flirted with, he’s far more used to be called a weirdo or creepy or all sorts of rude stuff behind his back. He’s used to it by now though, he only cares about what his darling thinks about him. Due to the lack of genuine praise, he’s completely overwhelmed when he’s one day being flirted with. He doesn’t even believe that the girl means him until she speaks to him directly. What is at first awkwardness and telling her that he’s happily together with someone already turns into sudden anger when she still continues, suggests that he can cheat even which triggers him. The girl certainly gets startled when she notices that Tendou’s previously hunched form is now towering over her with a creepy glimmer in his eyes.

❤️If that isn’t already scary enough, your reaction certainly is and the first kick you deliver causes Tendou to flinch as he wasn’t expecting this. He’s watching you for a few seconds with a mix of shock and, to his own slight shame, giddiness since you’re fighting for him in a way, defending what you see as yours. He snaps out of it though and stops you before you can cause too much damage, leans down to the girl and whispers to her that she shouldn’t tell anyone about this for her own well-being. He’s clingier after as the experience of being flirted with in such a way is alienating for him. He’ll probably reprimand you mildly to be more careful but can’t go harsher since he secretly liked it a bit too.

Tsutomu Goshiki

🌟Goshiki enjoys compliments. He enjoys them the most from his darling though and is constantly trying to impress them and being praised. When someone compliments him besides his darling, he feels proud of himself too and initially the flirting feeds into his ego as Goshiki isn’t aware of the true intention yet. He just thinks that he wants to tell you that he was just complimented as soon as you come back, gets surprised when the girl stays though and continues. The confusion soon turns into shock and a bit panic as he finally understands what she wants and quickly tells her off in an urgent tone that he already has a partner and wants her to leave. He won’t risk you getting any wrong ideas.

🌟To the poor luck for the girl you return in that moment and even Tsutomu sees the dark look on your face, he starts spitting apologies before he’s silenced by your sudden violent attack on the girl. His brain doesn’t even fully register the visual information he realizes since he’s in a state of shock before it finally clicks in his mind. Anxiety is heating up his body as he starts getting paranoid that someone might watch, pulls you back without trying to get hurt himself and asks you in a pleasing tone if you can stop and leave with him. At first hesitant, he feels later on a tiny bit flattered when he thinks it through and realizes that you’ve started fighting so aggressively for him. It doesn’t stop him from developing a frightened reverence for you.

Kita Shinsuke

☁️Shinsuke is also more polite, even in the face of being confronted with such a persistent girl who thinks that she can flirt with him even if she knows that he’s already in a relationship. Kita knows immediately where this will be going when she approaches him, he can read the look on her face all too well. He might be mildly taken aback when she brushes off his statement that he already has a partner and loves them very much but he will stay collected. She certainly isn’t earning any of his respect though since it’s in his eyes rather rude and insensitive what she’s trying to do now. He’s not aggressive, just really cold and honest with his opinion about her and that is what stuns the girl so much, he makes it obvious that he’s not interested nor really impressed in such a honest and polite way that it’s almost humiliating again.

☁️Kita is also bound to react very fast when your fist connects the first time with the girl’s cheek and knocks her off her feet. He doesn’t appreciate violence and avoids it as much as he can and is already admonishing his darling for their action but packages his words well enough to not agitate them more. He’ll try to bring you to apologize to the girl since this level of aggression was a bit too much and leaves with you shortly after. He’s going to sit down with you and force you through a longer discussion where he counts down all the possible troubles this could have caused you, tells you that he wants you to control your temper better or that otherwise he might not be able to take you so carefree outside.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu!! #yandere sugawara #yandere kōshi sugawara #yandere kageyama #yandere tobio kageyama #yandere hinata #yandere shōyō hinata #yandere tadashi #yandere tadashi yamaguchi #yandere oikawa #yandere tōru oikawa #yandere akaashi #yandere keiji akaashi #yandere kenma #yandere kenma kozume #yandere tendou #yandere satori tendou #yandere goshiki #yandere tsutomu goshiki #yandere kita #yandere kita shinsuke

[merakiui]

I am going feral over the egg & octatrio posts. Oml the one where darling is a mer who has to lay eggs in human form mmmmmm

I keep thinking about the beloved bully tweels teasing you when you are filled with eggs (mer or human)

Like Floyd coming up and surprise hugging you making sure to squeeze lightly around your belly, or Jade lying about something being on your uniform just to feel the eggs, making sure to tease you a little by whispering to you before pulling back like nothing happened

I am a complete degenerate for the octatrio-

Aaaaa yes yes!!! They tease you so much. Even Azul has his fun and it's always at the most unexpected moments. He probably uses magic to make you trip over nothing and then swoop in like a shoujo manga love interest to catch you and say something smooth like, "Be careful now. You wouldn't want to hurt the little ones." all with that annoying smirk-grin!! And to cement the point, the arm wrapped securely around you will tighten ever so slightly just so you can feel the pressure of his grip on your egg-filled tummy hehe. He knows a little tumble won't hurt you; merfolk are meant to be sturdy and strong, but even so now that you're in human form he can never be too careful. He won't go overboard with teasing, but he certainly enjoys being playful.

Jade is subtle about it in a way that appears like the both of you are in on some covert inside joke (which you technically are). At lunch, he'll offer you some of his food with the excuse that "you should make sure to eat plenty more than just your fill." You suspect he intends to add more to that reasoning of his, but he simply shuts his mouth and smiles while holding his fork out to you as if expecting you to readily take the bite. He knows you're strong and capable, but that doesn't stop him from offering his arm if you need to lean on him when carrying so many eggs in human form becomes exhausting. You'll swat him away, insisting you'd rather suffer through fatigue than let him help you. You can never be too sure with him; there's always a price attached to his offers. If he isn't aiming to fertilize your eggs, his goal is to get them for cooking purposes. Shameless as ever, he'll lean down to whisper in your ear when he fixes your uniform, softly explaining just how good it would feel if you let him help you. His hands ghost over your waist, fingertips brushing your stomach and applying just enough pressure to disturb the eggs nestled within, and then he's pulling away with that same polite smile.

Floyd is not very subtle. Whether he's wrapping you in a hug or shamelessly yanking your shirt up to poke at your belly in an effort to count each egg he feels, he's very obvious about his interest in you and your eggs. He uses you as an excuse to get out of things. If Azul tries to get him to work extra hours at the lounge, he says he'll be too busy fucking the eggs out of you. If the professors ask why he's been doing so poorly in his exams lately, he'll say it's because he's taking care of his egg-bound shrimpy! If any guy tries to get rough with you, Floyd returns it tenfold, bloodying his knuckles and shattering teeth and jaws in the process, all while going on about how none of these small fry know how to treat his shrimpy and the baby shrimpys with respect! >:( Floyd also has a tendency to become very restless when he knows you have eggs, always bouncing his leg in class or clenching and unclenching his fists. The instinct to fill you up with so much cum and fertilize all of those pudgy eggs consumes his thoughts nonstop.

#twisted chit chat

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

apocalypse byler scenario part 8: will volunteers and has a plan with el to bait vecna. mike rejects the idea and is the only one who disagrees with it and gets angry. will gets upset he isnt trusting him, and mike storms out. lucas goes after him to talk him down.

summary: mike gets lucas'd with a hint of mike getting vecna'd with mystery oooo.. also wheelclair talk and friendship yayy

longest one so far, but i had so much fun with this!

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''mike, this is gonna work.''

''fuck off.''

''okay man, you need to stop acting like you're the only one who's stressed here.''

''you all just agreed to give will to him on a silver platter! i'm not going to be a part of that.''

''that's not going happen, we just need it to-''

''-to lure him, i know! does that mean will 's nothing but a piece of bait now? is he that dispensable?!

''of course not! but we don't have any other options, mike. you were there. we tried every angle, but the only thing we can stop One from going after will is this plan or nothing. you think any of us want this?!''

''what if it doesn't work? what if he's one step ahead of us and we're in his trap already?'' mike feels himself shaking at his words. ''i'm asking for us to think harder. i know there's something else, there has to be. we can come up with another plan.'' mike says fast, desperation evident in his voice. ''i just-...'' mike trails off when he notices lucas staring at him like he just saw a ghost.

''..mike..your nose.''

he inhales sharply at the realization. he turns around quickly as he feels something dripping down his nose. blood. he wipes it off with his hands, acting as subtle as possible, distraught as he already was.

i'm fine, he tells himself, like he has been for the longest time. he's been been doing a good job of hiding it, but now that lucas caught this, he's at a loss on how to handle it.

i have to be fine. it's just a coincidence. my problems aren't worth enough to get his attention.

''mike? are you okay?'' mike feels him reaching out, and slaps lucas' hand away before he gets any closer.

''i'm fine.'' he hisses, hiding his bloodied hand in his pocket.

''..mike how long?'' lucas voice lowers.

the tall teenager bites his lips and shakes his head. ''it doesn't matter.''

''yes it fucking matters! how long has it been?!'' lucas voice echoes through the hallway.

''i'm fine, okay?! it's just a coincidence.''

''how can this be a coincidence? w-we need to tell the others. i'll get a walkman from nancy-'' he says, in the process of walking back.

''it’s been more than a week already.''

''what?'' lucas stops in his tracks.

''yeah. i had headaches, nosebleeds..nightmares. all of the symptoms. and yet, he hasn't visited me, and it’s been a week. as you can see, i'm still standing; unless im a fucking zombie now.''

''that doesn't make any sense.'' lucas says to himself, walking back and forth.

mike leans on the wall and crosses his arms. ''it's either it's nothing, or the fucker's treating my trauma like a candystore.''

''god, you still shouldnt have hidden it. you do understand we need to keep a close eye on you from now on?''

mike sighs, resigning. ''fine. but will is the number one priority. i could still be okay, but for him, we need to start thinking of an alternative.''

''mike, i hear you i do, but we don't have time. this plan? it's all we have. and hearing what i just heard, this could save both of you.'' lucas says as calmly as he could. in reality, he was just as terrified, especially now that two of his closest friends are in danger.

''we will make time.'' lucas groans at his friend's stubbornness and walks a short distance away from mike, head buried in his hands.

''why arent you on my side on this?! need i remind you he's your friend too?''

''look, i get it. we’re all scared for will. but this is his decision too, and he agrees this is our only shot. we'll be there to protect him, but you have to stop treating him like he’s helpless.''

''..i know he isnt helpless.''

and he means that. he still remembers how flabbergasted he was at the first time he saw will reach out for a rifle and shot a demodog with a flawless shot.

''then what’s the problem?!''

that did it. mike had no power to argue anymore and throws his hands up in the air as a sign of defeat. ''...fine. throw him in danger, like i give a shit. goes to show me what kind of fucking friends you are.''

mike turns to walk away, until lucas scurries to his direction that he's now in front of him.

''mike, listen. i…i know we havent talked since..everything. but i want you to know we're here for you, okay? whatever it is, we can get through it together. i dont want you to forget that we’re still a party.''

mike stiffens at the word 'party'.

that's what holds this party together, heart. because without heart, we'd all fall apart.

some heart he is.

lucas' voice brings him back to reality. ''i… i almost lost max. i cant lose my best friend too.''

mike was still looking away, as if he was thinking the next thing to say. he settled for a smirk, raising an eyebrow back at lucas. ‘'i'm still your best friend?’’

lucas rolls his eyes. ''favoritism is nonexistent in the party. youre all of my best friends.''

mike's smile turned to a frown as he looks down at his feet, not wanting to make eye contact with lucas. ''..even after we ended things?'' he sounded like he was challenging lucas. he was testing the waters, crossing his fingers hoping his friends didnt hate him the way his nightmares so realistically depicted.

''well..yeah, you were acting like a dick.''

mike presses his lip into a line and braces himself. knows he deserved to hear it, but it doesnt mean it didnt sting.

''..but it doesnt mean i cant forgive you.''

mike wasnt expecting that. he looks back to lucas, and he was wearing a soft expression on his face. mike smiles back but sighs.

''i still think basketball’s stupid. you could do so much better than those assholes. like really, out of all things you can get into..''

''you should try picking up a hobby asides from d&d. maybe itll give you new perspective before you start shitting on me.'' lucas bites back, though with no real malice in his tone.

the two boys share a chuckle. ''no promises.''

mike sits on one of the benches in the auditorium as he runs his hands through his hair. he hears shuffling next to him and as he looks up, he didn't expect lucas following along, sitting next to him. lucas leans forward, his eyes focused on him, expectant for mike to talk to him. it made mike realize how long it has been since he opened up to someone close to him, at least someone that isn't will. he opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the right words. he felt frantic for a long time, that he was waiting for lucas to walk away or to say they can continue another time. but he stood still, patient. guess there's only so much you can do trying to run away from your problems.

mike takes a deep breath. ''its not that i dont trust will to take care of himself,'' lucas hums as a form of acknowledgement.

''i'm just so scared of losing him again.''

''..okay.'' lucas nods, urging mike to continue.

''you don't know this, but in california, things between us were...rough. it's weird; when we were kids, will didnt hesitate with me. i used to be proud of knowing what he’s always thinking, but... it’s like i didn't even know him.'' mike glances back at lucas for any form of judgement, but he was still listening. mike feels his courage build up, and continues.

''and its my fault, i know it is. i ignored him all summer, all because i was too much of a fucking coward to face him.''

''well, you did try to call him right? i think both of you are just shit at communication.''

mike scoffs. ''yeah, but i still acted like an asshole when i got there. sure i was upset he didnt call, but it's mostly because-''

i had no idea how to deal with loving your lifelong best friend who just happened to be a boy while dating your girlfriend, mike thinks to say.

he considers another route.

''...it doesn't matter. more importantly, he’s under his watch and i feel like there's nothing i can do. that is, until he kills him and all i'm good for is burying or some shit.'' he widens his eyes, and sputters.

''i-fuck, what am i saying? its so messed up. i just... feel useless, lucas. i feel like i'm supposed to do something. i'm his best friend, and all i did was avoid him. he said he needed me, but i wasn't there for him.

so ever since this whole thing started, i never left his side. thats what i promised myself. i was no longer gonna run..and i missed being with him. i missed him.

..and now when i finally got him back, he's bringing himself in danger again.''

he sees lucas nod.

''im so tired of losing him. and when he said he was gonna give himself up, he might really...''

mike starts pulling at the skin of his fingers. this was the most he's talked about his feelings in his life. he then sniffs, quickly wiping a tear before it falls as he looks away from lucas. this was humiliating. ''jesus, that was a load. sorry, forget it. it’s all random bullshit anyway.''

lucas glances off to the distance. after a long moment of silence, he clicks his tongue and looks at mike. ''do you know the story of how vecna got max?''

mike shook his head.

lucas looks away, shameful. ''i didn't either. max didnt reach out to me. she was obviously going through something after starcourt, and she kept me at arm’s length to the point that she even dumped me. like, serious dumping this time.’'

lucas' lips curl upwards at his last remark. it seemed like a distant memory. too much has happened in such a short time.

''i thought i was doing well trying to reach her, but i realize i was thinking of myself a lot back then. i asked myself ‘why?’. i asked if she even cared about me, if she truly trusted me or not. but i didnt consider what she was going through. like, really going through. why she made all of these decisions and pushed us away.''

mike nods in agreement, resonating in lucas' words.

''i blame myself everyday. it..haunts me. i think about how, if i just reached out more, put in a little more effort in letting her know she didnt have to be alone, if i wasn't so selfish..none of this would have happened.''

''...i guess we’re both terrible boyfriends.'' mike whispers.

lucas looks at him with a raised eyebrow. ''you’re will’s boyfriend now, huh?''

mike didnt even notice the words slip out of his mouth until lucas mentioned it. it came so naturally. they weren't necessarily together, anyway...or were they?

and even more importantly, mike just implied to lucas he would consider will as his boyfriend.

mike feels his body freeze, his hands clammy and shaking, processing the gravity of what he just said. he was ready to beeline out of the auditorium door. he wasnt expecting to deal with the idea of coming out so soon, especially not to his party. ‘’i…’”

mike, still looking away, hears lucas chuckle. he snaps his head back to lucas for any sign of shame, but there were nothing of the such waiting for him, only lucas' bright smile. ‘’we are. we’re the worst boyfriends.’’

mike stares at lucas a bit more in disbelief. his friend gave him a knowing nod and put his hand on the former's shoulder, patting him almost pitifully with an exaggerated frown. ''..no offense, but i'm kind of surprised it took you this long.''

mike groans and swats lucas' arm away from him. they share a laugh that erupts the empty auditorium and collectively sigh. they continue to sit together in comfortable silence.

''will loves you, mike. you may not see it, but one of the main reasons why he's able to fight..him for this long, is because of you. you have a way with him. it's like you're his...''

''...his heart?'' mike grins, thinking about the true intent of the painting after will finally told the truth in a rough conversation they had.

lucas mockingly gags, sticking his tongue out. ''sure, his heart. anyway, there's no way you're losing him. i dont think he wants to lose you either. and that's why he feels the need to do this.’

mike exhales. he hates it when lucas is right. then again, he almost always is. the boy smiles to himself.

‘’maybe, after all of this is over… you can talk to him.’’

mike feels his cheeks warm at the thought of will protecting him, but more about opening up to him about his feelings. there's no doubt there's something going on between them, but there's still that underlying fear that he might be reading all of it wrong. everyone knew will was gay now, that was one thing; the real meaning of the painting is also another. but there's still that stupid voice that still says, but what if it's all wrong?

he brushes it off before lucas catches him and teases him to all hell about it. ''i'm still not happy with the stupid plan.''

''..i know. none of us are.''

''since when were you lucas the wise?''

lucas shrugs. ''they say trauma is the best teacher.''

''no one says that.''

''well, now i'm saying it.''

mike still felt a sense of terror accidentally outing himself, but he also felt a bit of comfort that he did it with lucas. he had a sense of making you feel safe, that mike wondered what he was so worried about. enlightened with what just happened, he let go of a weight on his shoulder he didn't know he had. maybe the nightmares can stop for tonight. and maybe, he can stop this before anyone starts worrying about him as well.

mike puts his hand on lucas' shoulder. ''..she’ll wake up, lucas.''

''i know. she has to.''

and even if it was just for one night, mike feels the nightmares cease.

#byler #apocalypse byler #writing

[neverchecking]

More on the topic of reader who knows their power, making me think of y/n even rewarding the chain after they find out the people died. Like whether it’s a handmade gift personalized for that specific Link, or maybe a kiss, or maybe even just praise (could be in a way that’s subtle enough if the chain still doesn’t realize their goddess has a darker side yet, like maybe even just saying how they love the way they smile, how bright their eyes are, etc etc) and it just motivates the chain even more.

But also making me think of y/n (and chain ofc) coming across Bozai and y/n doesn’t even have to try and goad the dude, he’s already just so creepy that y/n wants the dude D E A D. And if all it takes is a wave of her hand or even sniffing to have them ready to tear out someone’s throat and make their goddess happy, imagine y/n fucking crying after Bozai said something a bit too creepy, or maybe his hand wandered. And after Bozai has been dealt with, giving her boys extra rewards for dealing with someone like that ✨

Also Sage my absolute beloved feral asshole 🩷 committing war crimes for his goddess and getting so many kisses as a result

Reader for sure uses praises and kisses to reward their Links. Maybe they get a handmade treat, maybe they get a slip of the tongue. Really, who knows? Depends on what they do and how fast they did it.

Lmao imagine a point system. Minus ten points to Sky who left a bloody trail, but plus three to Twilight who used Wolfie to throw them off-

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO BRING UP BOZAI

Like, okay, imagine Reader who is well aware of their power, but they come across Bozai. Bozai who moves too quick and speaks over them too loudly for them to do anything. Who gets too close and lets his hands get too bold.

Now, imagine Reader does the unthinkable.

And bursts into tears. It's all over for that man, I swear. Like all it takes is that one shaky gasp, yk the one, and all Links are scooping Reader into their little huddle.

Her tears are wiped and goodies are offered, anything to see their Goddess shine once more. And maybe Reader tries to feign like it was no big deal, knowing that would just rile up the Links even more. Like who was this...PARASITE?! Where did he get off dressing you down like that and making you doubt your self worth?!

Half of them, prolly the 'softer' half (Maybe Sky, Hyrule and Wind, possibly legend depending on his mood) stay back while the others go after Bozai go run some errands.

This is like the only time you will see the Triplets (Sage Wild and Cal) work together. Their the best trackers. They find him in absolutely no time. And while Sage is quick to want to snap this pathetic bastards neck, Time pulls him back. He made their goddess cry. That would be too quick, too merciful of a death.

Their gonna make sure the punishment fits the crime.

And this is a great crime.

Who knew errands could take hours at a time?

#cinder rambles #they were not in fact running errands #mans is dead #and they prolly took his boots

[aquarium-ina-bag]

Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows With Tides -9

But I’ll know ch 9

word count: 5.7k

warnings: gore, killing, death, violence, angst, swearing, tiny bit of fluff, (read at your own risk)

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader

A/N: now we can get off of this angst era, I kinda feel like the ending is a little rushed but I didn’t want these lil guys to fight. Enjoy.

You’ve been eluded for days now; Wednesday hasn’t talked to you. Enid won’t even look at you, if she did, the blonde gave you the most aghast face. It shattered you just like last time.

Before, when you sat with Wednesday’s group during a break, you’d have a silent conversation with her. If lucky she’d break a tiny grin, you would always nudge her, teasing for more reactions out of her.

Now if you even brushed Wednesday, you’d get the death stare, not her impish one. The one she gives anyone she doesn’t trust. Why? Why does she look at you like that? You could only beg in an echo, something that would never reach Wednesday. Pleading her to stop, you craved any other look than this, the look if you were a barbaric animal.

This time you tried to get a reaction. Everyone else in their own conversation, still it was too quiet for you.

“Wednesday.” You whispered, tenderly kicking her foot with yours.

She stared haft lidded, oh it was enticing… Wednesday reminds you of all the other outcast, sharp gaze like the fangs of vampires, alluring words parallel to a siren’s song, robust as the wild dogs, colder than the excelling creations Gorgons chisel with looks.

“What’s up with you?” Your tone imploring.

She didn’t say anything, but you could see hesitation flux out of her. It was subtle, her facial movements puzzled in a tug of war, weighing the options of speaking or silence. You wanted to hear her talk, shout, whisper, anything than this detestable taciturnity.

Those soliciting eyes of yours meant nothing to the girl in front of you. Wednesday went back to neglecting you. Regret showered your bloody heart, it started to drown you, filling you up till the pressure crushed that slow-beating heart. It was so much you didn’t even know what you regretted, asking her what was wrong? Collaborating with her on the project? Dueling her?

— — —

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, the clacking was her music a paradisiacal symphony, maybe even white noise. Anything to drown out her thoughts, the way you looked at her was singed inside her husky dark eyelids. The eyes you gave her were absolutely heartsick an awful word, but it was the truth, those entreating eyes crying out for recognition.

Soft knocks on her door captured Wednesday’s attention. It was most likely Bianca getting something for Enid, she didn’t bang on the door like Yoko and Divina. Wednesday stared at Thing to get the door, he followed suit. Getting on his stool, reaching out for the handle before twisting it open. He dropped down to look up at the guest, the hand panicked, scurrying off to Wednesday. Thing made his signals, she almost reciprocated the feeling, her head turning with haste.

When she made eye contact with you everything paused. That damn look. Why are you so full of dolor? It was cracking Wednesday, but she remembered why she’s so agitated with you.

Wednesday turned back around to her typewriter “Why are you here?” Her voice colder than the dead.

You immediately became sheepish, your voice just above a wind whisper. “You’ve been acting weird to me, and you won’t talk to me about it.”

Wednesday still hasn’t turned. “Who says I have to talk to you about things.”

You got defensive, “so I can comprehend why you’re treating me like this. Like some outcast.” Walking closer to the girl.

“That is what you call yourself, an outcast. I say that’s an understatement.” Wednesday changed the paper in her typewriter, you getting closer had her on edge not fearful but vigilant. It hurt you to notice this, this animal treatment agonized you.

“What do you mean?” Your face twisted with bemusement.

Wednesday dithered before making up her mind, she opened a side drawer to her desk, sounds of paper and plastic filled her silence. The motions she was making was gutting you with apprehension. Wednesday stopped before slowly lifting a plastic packet, she didn’t look away from her typewriter. The girl slammed the drawer shut, it startled you, but her slapping the packet against the free space of the desk made you jump.

“Why are you scared? You can’t be scared; it makes you weak. People depend on you if you’re scared then what will happen? Your whole team is scared, then they break, if they break you die, do you understand Y/n? They will die. You will be the reason for those deaths, again… Y/n you came to us, so you survive and make sure that incident never happens again. This is your second chance. Now fix yourself, and

Pick it up….” A deep female voice demanded. “Pick it up.” Wednesday demanded.

You wanted to puke; every step you took gave weight to the next one. The sun’s gravity was pulling you down, you felt compressed. When you lifted your hand to grab the packet, you trembled, fighting this nonexistent weight, it was deplorable. Lifting it to read was worse, everything was blurry, words were jumbled the black on parts were confusing you, then you understood what was in your hands. You didn’t have to read anything else, you’ve read it to many times before, for hours you reread all these papers, stared at the photos for days. Fear was recouped with pique.

“Wednesday, what the fuck do I have in my hands.” Your voice filled with acid.

“You seem to know what it is.” She still isn’t looking at you.

You slithered your hand on the back of her chair, the grip was machine tight. “Look at me and tell me why I’m holding this.”

She understood your feelings now, nonchalantly Wednesday turned her head up to looked into your eyes, were they shaking?

“Wednesday speak, why the fuck do you have this.” You looked rabid; you weren’t actually going to do anything right?

“I did a little digging on you.” Wednesday was holding a ground that wasn’t hers.

“Because I didn’t tell you?” You were so vexed you started to laugh.”You have this shit because I didn’t tell you why I’m here? Wednesday do you understand how narrow minded that sounds?” You turned her chair so her whole body could face you.

Wednesday took offense, “This isn’t part of your fucking wanna be cases, that is government shit. I let you off the hook with the Tyler papers, thinking you would know better the next time. But of course, I forget you never change for anyone, it's always Wednesday’s way, isn’t it? Then you want to be mad at me? How is that fair!”

Wednesday understood she was wrong but doesn’t mean accept the fact, “You killed a five-year-old girl.” Her voice a whisper, she looked at you through her bangs.

Removing your hand from the chair, you leaned on the desk. Wednesday felt free from a trap. “You don’t even know the story.” You lower your voice.

“I think I do.” Wednesday of course did not.

If she thought you were calm, she should rethink. “Think fucking again, if you did Wednesday, I wouldn’t be in this room yelling at you! If you knew then you wouldn’t have those papers.”

The girl got up from the chair, “Then tell me. Give me an excuse to why you mutilated a five-year-old child.” Wednesday challenged.

“I didn-, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it; I was five and I didn’t know what I could do.” You scratched the desk paint, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“How do you accidentally do that? Have you seen the photos, the autopsy? What did she do that made you ‘accidentally’ butcher her?” Wednesday wrangled you for more, her arms crossed unimpressed.

“Fuck, yes, I’ve seen the photos, I lived through it! And she didn’t do anything-“

She cut you off “-She was innocent? An innocent girl killed while you’re living scotch free, clearly you snaked out of a sentence.” Wednesday scoffed.

Why can’t she listen? It was an accident, you’re not free, you have to live in guilt of Khuld’s death. Was your upbringing not your sentence? Was the banishment not a pronouncement?Capitulating love wasn’t the verdict? Did you even love her? Someone who loves someone would never do what you did. Khuld loved you till her hapless death.

You were mess, sweating, shaking, a complete eyesore in front of Wednesday. You hadn’t said anything, just short heaving breaths of anger. You couldn’t look at Wednesday, you set your glare behind her. The grip on the table was tenacious, the wood started to get shallow.

Wasn’t Wednesday no better than you? She attempted to kill her fellow students, put people in detriment for her own gain, beat her teacher!

You two aren’t level, she had reasons that were warranted. You killed because of a little headache? Because you were in pain and angry?

“It makes you no different from Kader.” A deeper corse voice replayed.

Snapping and crushing replaced your taciturnity, a painful sting you drew out of this mental abuse. “You broke my desk...” Wednesday said. Turning your head to the table, she was right. The sharp corner of her deep ebony desk was demolished. Not only that, the shards and splinters were burrowed into the palm of your hand, crafting ridged deep bloody grooves. The warm liquid fell onto the once corner, it caressed the pieces while gravity pulled it farther down.

You stuttered “Oh shit. Im sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Well, your whole body stuttered, indecisive on what to do, Wednesday helped you figure that out.

“That’s what you claimed about the girl.” She mumbled.

You dropped your jaw, “My gods! Are you just trying to ignore me?! Why can’t you listen for once! For once in your life listen to people and just try to not criticize them! For one second Wednesday!” Your body was animated, while you threw your hands in the air, droplets of blood were getting everywhere, floors, walls, her bed, the typewriter.

Wednesday opened her mouth looking for words to say, you stoped her before she could conjure them, “honestly, never mind believe me or not I don’t care.” You turned on your heels, storming to the door. Breaching it open she swore you broke hinges, but the amount compulsion when you slammed it shut caused the cloudy glass beside said door to shatter. It made Wednesday’s finger twitch, she finally let go of breath she was preserving.

Thing crept of his hiding spot, tugging on Wednesday’s sock. The girl looked down, “fetch me a rag.” He made a saluting gesture before scurrying off. Wednesday on the other hand grasped the bin by her desk, removing the remnants of the wood.

The mountain range on the pads of her fingers was rained on by your blood. The red liquid settling into the empty space in her fingerprint and coating the ridges. When Wednesday’s senses acknowledged the feeling her head threw back.

Her throat feels chalky, once bloody palms graze on granular velvet, the heat is blistering even for Wednesday. It smells hot as well, all this heat was overwhelming. Her ears hear subtle speaking and the friction of movement on sand, the distance cries of cattle, children’s screams of jubilance. Wednesday was behind sooty crates, deep in between two sandstone homes from the large carved out square holes a woman yells about spies, Wednesday knew or is learning many languages, Arabic being on the list. The girl with strange clothes rose to her feet, dusting off the sand and dirt. It was best to continue in the shadows, the era not yet revealed, she followed suit with her plan.

Wednesday lurked in the shade watching what she was here for, her cogitation was that it had to do with you. Was this the home you were talking about? If not where else have you been?

The heat casted an illusion of water in the distance, had it been hours in this vision? Wednesday’s brain had been fried since the moment she got here, checking corners, alleys, even stalking the innards of homes. The search ceased once she heard your name and something about hurrying.

A little girl's voice calls, “hurry hurry! I want to see the fish of the evening! Y/n come on!” She was jumping around while rushing you.

Your pace was slow, the face you made was stricken in twinge, “Khuld… my face hurts.” You were exceedingly little; this vision was in the past.

That was Khuld? She was so young, Wednesday almost felt sad that this little girl was never able to grow and have a future with success.

The girl giggled, “that’s foolish I say! In the books I read they talked like that way back in the day and had silly hair! I should ask my mom if she had hair like that, once we get back, I can ask her!” She held your hand dragging you to travel with her stride.

You completely made a stop causing Khuld to whip back. “My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt everything hurts.” You complained.

Khuld paused to look at you, her body language pouring out concern, “Did you drink today? We can get juice at the vendors; I have a bit of money. Or we can sit by the shore while we look at the fish, we don’t even have to see the fish if you don’t want to, I have games remember?” With her free hand she was petting your head, as you continued to look down, quietly groaning.

You clenched your jaw repeatedly, and so did you with the grip around her hands “It hurts.” A whine came out of you. Wednesday could see the force you had on her.

“Y/n my hand.” Khuld whispered, “Let’s go find the nurse, but loosen your grip it hurts.” She pulled again, yet to no avail, you were rooted into the ground. All you could do was shake your head in defiance. The grip was getting worse.

“It’s so loud.” You hissed silently.

“Y/n loosen your hand, please it hurts.” She tugged trying to extort out of your clutch. “You’re starting to crush my hand.” Khuld clawed at the outside of your appendage, until she drove her nails into it, pushing farther and farther in causing you to bleed.

The splatter deafened the world, words couldn’t elucidate what just happened. A bloodcurdling shriek snapped Wednesday out of her trance.

“Police! Police! Someone help! Get the authorities!” A woman called.

It was worse than the pictures, the photos didn’t get the child standing in shock with the crushed hand of a girl still holding her friend’s palm, the pictures didn’t get the homes covered with a little girl’s blood, the photos didn’t get the insides of her, pictures didn’t get a woman howling.

“My child! My child! My baby! You demon you demon!” The woman screeched as she beat your face. “Her hand, give me it! Help! Please!” She pushed you before taking her daughter’s deformed, hand and hugging it, the mother cupped blood-covered sand holding what she could.

Men gathered the scene, obviously the authorities.

“That demon! The demon killed my baby! Death row put them on death row, better yet execute that monster now!” Khuld’s mother sobbed out.

Who else were they supposed to arrest? You’re clearly the only one with enough evidence to prove it’s you. Though why would you do this? Everyone knew you and Khuld were attached to the hip, inseparable, if one goes the other follows. Another question is how could you do this? You’re a five-year-old with a scrawny body, barely able to eat three times a day. How could any human do something so despicable without being caught, it was out in the open, you had to do it with incredible speed.

Those were questions for detectives, they only needed to do was arrest you, liquidating you was still on the table. The authorities grabbed you with vitality, you didn’t contest allowing them to drag you to an authoritative vehicle, holding you in chains before shutting the door.

Wednesday’s vision was warping a new setting, it became less elusive, she was in the police station. She questioned if this was before, after, or during your capture. The girl peered around for any sign that you were or are here, she recalled seeing your mugshot, she searched there first. On her journey to find you, she was stopped, Wednesday watched three tall women wall you. They were coated in jewels, riches woven into fabrics, and skin clear as their crystals, Wednesday focused on the conversation.

“My poor child, I know it's much to take in, but this is your chance to escape death, you aren’t like these dwellers, a being such as you and I have our second chances, this is yours. If you refuse you die. We understand your aptitude, we can guide you into peace, where you can learn how to better this power.” The woman speaking was flowy, her voice had a sort of peace to it someone could listen to her speak for hours, and the outfit she had on drizzled like honey enunciating her perfect body. Wednesday couldn’t see her face with the angle she was at.

Though she could see you, so tiny compared to them. Sitting on the wooden chair. “I don’t want this power, if I can do that I don’t wanna learn how to use it.” Your voice sounded so broken.

A gruffer woman berated you, “If you don’t learn you’ll just go do it again, but if you don’t come with us, you’ll die, what don’t you understand about that?!” This woman was the tallest among the three, her stature was built well, and clothes were revealing around her arms letting the world cower to her strength.

“Sekhmet please, you’re going to scare the thing.” Another lady spoke her voice was simple yet firm, and she was almost built like present you, very lean and indefectibly carved however the shortest, the number of daggers she had piqued Wednesday’s interest.

“Please respect my child’s name, Bastet.” The middle woman spoke again.

“It’s a boring name! should have been named Scorp, scorpion and twerp mixed together.” Sekhmet let out a gut laugh.

“What in Ra’s name is a twerp.” Wednesday could finally get a good angle of one of the girls which she guessed was Bastet. She had the same marking as you.

“It’s slang, mortals call each other that,” Sekhmet explained.

“Focus on the matter at hand you two.Y/n, do you accept? We promise to care for you, you’ll be taught all you wish to know.” The older woman in the middle reached her hand out to you.

“Am I the only one?” Clearly, you had more questions, but this seemed to matter the most.

“Of course not, you have cousins and siblings just like you, but they stay in their own terms. We can explain what terms are, but you’re a part of the new Pharaoh term X, you’re the tenth new term team. I know it’s a lot, but I promise you’ll get through it.” Your mother explained.

slowly nodding you agreed and took her hand, “Okay.”

“You won’t regret this kid.” The stronger woman smacked your back. Causing you to wince, “Yeah we can fix that whining stuff, you won’t even feel pain once we’re done training you.”

“Serket, do you wish to fix the charges?” Bastet questioned the lady cradling you, waving the same packet.

“Pass it along to Thoth, he can take care of it.” Your mother said before holding you closer to her. How did you fall asleep so fast? “No child should have ever witnessed that.”

“Ser... you do know what we must do for this teaching thing. Right?” Bastet laid a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder.

Serket looked down, watching your resting state, “I know.” Her voice was ridden with guilt.

“But think of it, kid will be the strongest thing we have to offer.” Sekhmet striving to be optimistic. “You see the kid’s purple? Has that venom thing I was talking about, I wonder how strong it is, maybe acid strong?”

Bastet ignored the conversation topic, “Have you spoken to the surrogate yet? Was she difficult?”

“Surprisingly not, she had her doubts but had nothing to back up the claim for years. Although she was still a little sad.” Serket explained.

“Slow pokes we have to go. Mr. Sandman is throwing a temper tantrum.” The strong woman laughed at her own joke. “I’m hilarious, I bet I would be great in plays.” She continued to flaunt herself while walking to the back doors.

“Again, where is she getting this vocabulary, what is slow poke? Yesterday It was rad, what is a rad? And then the clothes she finds, so much pink and glitter, she says it’s ‘hip with the kids’, have you heard the music?! Who is this, Gwen Stefani?” Bastet finally turns around hoping her sister is behind her. “Ser, what are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something.” That something was Wednesday, she almost was caught, nobody has ever called her out in visions, why now? “Anyway, don’t you like Beyonce?”

“Do not criticize that being, she has morals.”

Serket giggled before leaving the station.

———————

Wednesday woke up deprived of air, the precipitous movement made Thing and Enid repel back. Wednesday took in her surroundings, she was on her bed, there was an ache on the side of her head, the blood was cleaned except on her typewriter, there was a cool damp cloth on her lap guessing it was on her face beforehand, her company looked startled it didn’t take much time for one of them to verbally express it.

“You scared us! We thought you got stuck in a coma; it’s been an hour! Thing explained what happened, where did she escape to? I’ll claw out her eyes. She broke our damn window too.” Enid flashed her colored claws.

“That won’t be necessary, but I need to,” Wednesday paused, contemplating her words, “speak with them.”

Enid whined, and Wednesday brushed the cute thought off. “Not necessary? Look at all the blood on your typewriter, again our window!” the wolf threw her hands around in chagrin.

“I was,” again Wednesday paused, “hasty when making theories. I need to find them; it will possibly take some time since I don’t know where they are.” The goth’s face tangled in repentant, wasn’t a great look to Wednesday, “I’m going to guess you don’t know either?” Enid proved her assumption right when shaking her head.”Also did you drop me on something?” Enid made her lying face, shaking her head no. Wednesday tossed her legs off the bed, trailing around the dorm grabbing better clothes, what Enid called her adventure bag, which Wednesday would bring during her woods walk with Eugene.

“Do you want us to come with?” Enid and Thing stood like soldiers, ready and hand. Wednesday shook her head.

“I can tell Y/n is acrimonious at the moment, them knowing other people are with me could possibly consternate them.” That was only haft truth, Wednesday wasn’t going to leak what she saw, seeing as you could tell Enid knew about the papers and took conniption in that, it was best to be patient with you. “If I’m not back before two then you can worry.” Was that going to help Enid’s nerves? No, not one bit, the blonde girl chewed on her nails before nodding.

Wednesday took the confirmation and left to find you.

Of course, Wednesday’s search was going to be long, you were trying to smoother your thoughts. Searching for the missing convict that’s been lurking in the woods and in the back of your head, sadly you can’t hear a heartbeat that isn’t an animal, nothing smells like a person, if you smell something metallic it’s just been the circle of life, so, not much smothering has happened. The hissing sound soothed you whenever Wednesday fogged your brain, you continued to spit that purple acid out from those K9s of yours, it was an extra you inherited from your mother, she held the role of Mother of Scorpions, doctor of poison, Hysteria of venom, she was able to drop the most lethal doses of venom of any being, even gas emitted from them was beyond virulent. It’s gotten you out of numerous scenarios, and now one of the uses was to distract you from a girl with braids that ‘clogged’ your brain with her existence, did she take over your personality too?

A different pattern of leaves crunching roused you, finally something worth your attention, next step was finding it without it leaving. With nimble shifting, you lifted yourself on the tree you were posted on, climbing high enough to shroud with the canopy of the forest, but not letting it occlude your vision. Continuing the search, you waited with forbearing ears, locating the source. What confuses you is that the rise and fall of foot work is different from what you heard just minutes ago, this was heavy, denser than a bear’s movements and its celerity was faster, was it pursuing something?

You’ve learned how to see in many ways, vibration was a favorite, with the amount of blood use in your abilities, it’s nice to actually listen to something else than the flow of it. When listening to the vibration of the earth it ripples across everything rooted in it and everything touching what’s rooted in the earth, you can see the vibrations ripple over a worm deep in the healthy soil to the largest elephant beat its music into the crust, it helps with sight because it forms a vague picture of the artist, it was beautiful waves. If the creator of said waves was sounder than others it could break over others wave, if your philosophy was correct, you could effortlessly figure out if it was the Hyde hunting someone or nature taking its course.

Why is she even hunting for you in the woods, still, every other place Wednesday inspected didn’t have you sulking in it. What affirmed that you were in the woods, not a trace, but it’s the only idea Wednesday has. She could see the ghost of her breath depart her lungs, wisping out with the breeze, something Wednesday would never share with anyone was that she enjoys counting how many times a person inhales and exhales during a given time, it could be the fact their sign of life could be taken at any minute or just the sign of life itself, they contrast flawlessly.

She wishes there was a sign of life anywhere, explicitly yours, the only thing she got was the bird's observant on her entity, you liked the birds, have these ones watched you in this hour? And did you look back? Stars were being covered; something is spooking flocks in the purview, what confused her was how many flocks were being peeved by this anomaly and how quickly, it was to the point the navy-blue sky was getting blocked by an outline of birds. Wednesday’s standards were to naturally figure out why, she questioned if it was you, but why would you?

The twigs were rattling, parallel to a small earthquake, the closer she got the harder drumming was. Orbs, shaken-up orbs of yellow were fixated on her, the irises dilated to the smallest degree, she could tell it was after her, but in spite of that she didn’t move, why isn’t she moving? Did she think it was you? Did Wednesday really seek a pitfall that much? In truth Wednesday knew what was going for her, she never had qualms about Tyler, and giving him satiety in the fact of running away was the last thing Wednesday wanted. So, she entrenched herself, not moving a hair for the beast, but the vision of him became clearer. The Hyde he took on now was larger abounding in muscle, wounds healed all over its body, when Enid recalled her fight with him, she said it was visible most on his face, and she was right, it was almost just like the wolf’s cicatrices. The hair was lengthy and shaggy. With him maybe 4 yards away from her, Wednesday admired the nails reaching out for her neck, it was painted with blood he must have hunted something other than her tonight.

Before Wednesday could drop to duck his attack, something rained from the trees. It sizzled on the Hyde’s back, he was in the grodiest throe and let out a screech instead of his roar, what hit Tyler? You did, and you hit him again this time dropping yourself on his neck. The force caused both of you to land flat on the ground, nonetheless, you got up faster. When Tyler regained his sensibility running away from you was the only thought he had, you took a second to balance your options, chase what you have been stalking all night, or confront what you’ve been running from.

turning to face the girl behind you, did you give a glimpse of anger, yes, “What was that? you just stood there like a deer in headlights, what would have happened if I weren’t here Wednesday?” You were active with your locomotion, “Gosh, danger follow you or something?” You mumbled.

“You seem to chase it.” Wednesday huffed, ignoring the outcome if you didn’t save her.

“I was trying to get him, you kinda messed that up, by thinking you can have some little date with your boyfriend. What are you even doing here?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Ex, but I was trying to find you.”

You hyperbolized a groan, “So you could vituperate me some more?” You scoffed. “I don’t ha-“

“-I accused you too quickly, I understand your conniption because of it, I crossed a line, yes, I even crossed a line when having a vision about the synopsis.” Wednesday couldn’t make a full minute of eye contact with you, darting off to gaze at something else behind you, the spotlight was agitating.

But to you, the spotlight is all you wanted on her, you liked how jittery she got when you looked at her in this state, the vulnerability, but worshiping her isn’t the plan right now. “You gonna leak that too? Enid won’t even talk to me, let alone give me an eye.” Now that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t tell her anything about the vision, but still I don-“ You heaved a sigh before you silenced Wednesday.

“You don’t have to understand Addams, it’s my business, and I have a right to share it or not, I’ll share it when I’m ready, so just drop it. I get it you were curious, I lashed out, but I ask just be patient, okay? You understand and possibly saw that this was a craggy subject for me, if I continue to be mad and you continue to pry it’ll just be a whirlpool of emotions that none of us want to get stuck in. In simple terms I forgive you, and we can talk about it later when we are both ready.” Did you forgive her just like that? After she blamed you, stole important files from you, and berated you. Wednesday couldn’t tell if you were dissembling or not, why did you switch so fast? But Wednesday didn’t want to lose this again, she nodded slowly.

You flashing that perfect toothy smile made her feel sick, “Now skedaddle, I need food.” You walked past her, but you interlocked pinkies with her, Wednesday made a nauseating face towards you although she didn’t let go, “Just in case your ex grabs you before I notice.” She could listen to you laugh for hours while drowning you, of course, a nice gurgle mixed with it is music.

“On the topic of Tyler, what did use to ward him off, it made a sizzling sound.” She craned her neck to you.

“Did I tell you I was hungry? I’m so hungry.” Evading the question.

She brushed her thumb against your palm, “And where’s your wound at? Not a scar nor blood.”

You paused before speaking, privily begging her to rub your palm again. “I could eat a horse, how long do you think it would take me to eat a horse, well they’re cute so maybe something different, maybe a full hog? Dang, they’re also dirty, and sheep is off the table, speaking of sheep do you want to see Skate later tomorrow? What if he’s been eaten...” You stopped, giving Wednesday’s ears a break. “That farmer shot me when I was putting him back, you have that same bullet.” Wednesday whipped her head up at you. Not giving her a glance instead focused on the path ahead.

“How do you know that?”

You shrugged “I have great ears.” Referring to when you confronted Wednesday.

“During my time when digging for info, I turned in the bullet in hopes for DNA.” She confessed, wishing you wouldn’t get upset.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t find DNA anyways, not mine at least. You never answered my question though.”

Wednesday’s face jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle, “You just said you were shot though.”

“Skate probably misses us; I miss him a lot. Also, what do I eat, again I’m starving.” She was getting fed up with this dodging.

“If you’re not going to satisfy my questions then stop talking,” before you could make a smart remark, she answered yours. “And yes, we can see Skate, I don’t know what you should eat.” You shut up with a smile, pinky still locked with hers, it was like that the whole walk till you dropped her off at the door of her dorm.

“Where have you been young lady?” Enid raced to Wednesday, “It's been hours, and was that Y/n?.”

Wednesday slid Enid to the side, getting ready to go to bed, “I’ll explain it to you later, but in short, don’t be scared or mad at them, I repeat, I’ll explain it tomorrow.” Enid couldn’t fight Wednesday’s words.

Wednesday fell asleep to her thoughts that night, what did you drop on Tyler? How was the wound gone just like that? What really scratched her brain was the whirlpool of emotions summary you made, what emotions did you know about? Why did it frighten her that you didn’t want these emotions, did Wednesday herself even know what emotions she’s talking about? Absolutely not. What if she did want to be stuck in tides with you?

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[feyhunter78]

Hello bestie, Elrond request delivery service!!

Female reader x Elrond.

Reader has been kidnapped by another king who wants her for his wife but she’s already married to Elrond so our beautiful little elf comes to her rescue and they get all fluffy with each other after he finds her and takes her back to Rivendell so he can treat her for her wounds she has received ❤️🥰

Bestie!!! So I mixed your request with one I got for protective Elrond Hcs! I thought they kinda ran along the same vein! I hope you like it!!!!

Protective Prince

Elrond as we know him in TROP is not a fighter, of course in the later series we know he can fight, but he is still heart of hearts a diplomat. That being said, our boy can throw down if need be. Y’all remember that show of strength in the mines???? Crushing rocks with that hammer, not even breaking a sweat?? OOF that did something to me fr fr, anywayss let’s get to the headcannons:

Elrond is very protective of those he loves, but he goes about it in a more subtle way, usually.

He is quick to defend you verbally *see sfw alphabet* and never loses an argument. If anyone speaks badly about you, he can and will ruin their life. After he tries the civil route first, of course.

I see Elrond as someone who:

Makes sure doors don’t hit your shoulder when you’re rushing to get through them,

Always gets off his horse first in order to help you off yours,

Always drinks a little less than you to make sure you get home safely,

Put himself between you and any assumed threats,

Encourages you to learn to defend yourself,

Keeps track of people who talk badly about you and ensure you don’t run into them,

And like a million other little things! If we get battle scenes in the next season then I’ll definitely do an updated one of these with that knowledge in mind, but I feel like all in all, Elrond’s way of being protective is being proactive.

Now to a little blurb about sweet Elrond:

Truly you believed these types of things only happened in children’s tales, a beautiful maiden kidnapped by a loathsome king who desires her as a bride, and yet there you were. Tied up in a dungeon while a man you had meet briefly monologued on and on about how you were destined to be together, you just did not yet understand that.

“I am married, I cannot, and will not, marry another.” You told your captor once more, bracing yourself when his bejeweled hand drew back, the skin of your cheek already torn open and bloodied from his strikes.

He did not wish to hear that your heart belonged to another, but you would not cease. You had spent a century with Elrond, not a mere moment that could be so easily forgotten.

A surprised grunt and the heavy thud of flesh hitting stone bid you to open your eyes, and before you stood Galadriel, sword in hand, and Elrond who rushed to untie you.

“Y/N are you well, did he harm you?” He asked, gently caressing the irritated skin of your wrists.

“She is bleeding, clearly, he has injured her. Cowardice thrives in men like him.” Galadriel seethed, cleaning her blade with the cloak of your deceased captor. “Those who would harm the helpless, who would steal a woman from her home.”

You stood on shaky legs, leaning on your husband for support. He handed you lembas urging you to eat it as he and Galadriel led you out into the sunlight.

Now you sat in your quarters, strength partly regained thanks to the provisions your husband had provided during your journey back.  Elrond bustled around the room, pulling out your favorite nightdress and beginning to run a bath for you as the healers finished dressing your wounds. Once they left, Elrond kept moving about the room, the anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

You held your hand out to him, and he took it, pressing his lips to your palm reverently. “My starlight I was so worried, my heart would not still, my mind would not rest, day and night I agonized over your fate, forgive me for not coming sooner, the High-King—”

“Elrond.” You stopped him gently, his oakwood eyes settling on you, the skin underneath them wan and purple with fatigue. “All is well, there is nothing to forgive, you came for me and that is what matters.”

He pressed your hand to his cheek, taking your other hand and placing it over his heart. “I will always come for you, there is no force in this world that would keep me from you. No distance, or peril, no storm or foe, that could hinder me not when you, my starlight, my love, my life, are waiting for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you smiled at him, your fear had vanished the moment you saw him in the dungeon. The sun at his back, his cloak already in hand, being wrapped around you. The way he whispered your name and held you with such gentleness. If the fairy tales were true, then your husband was a prince of legend, and you, his beloved princess. “I will always wait for you, you are my love, my husband, my protector, no god or king could hold my heart as you do.”

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[dreamingofyeo]

Crescent: chapter 8 ☾⋆⁺₊✧

The wolves of Reynyr

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Your eyes meet Hongjoong’s, imagining your eyes are just as glassed over with adrenaline and confusion as his own. The howls are getting closer and though that sets your guard even higher, the slight relaxation across Felix and Hyunjin’s postures indicates that you should feel nothing but relief. The hunch is proven correct as the first wolf bounds through the trees, reclining back on its haunches before pouncing at the nearest threat the elves. 

You’re utterly paralysed by the sight of the creature, it is far beyond the size of any wolf you’ve previously seen. From a distance or not, you know they’re not that big. They’re not THAT lethal. 

Hongjoong on the other hand, looks starstruck. He doesn’t dare tear his gaze from the further 4 wolves that follow the first. You assume from your rather limited knowledge of wolves that the first one to break through the foliage was the alpha. That accompanied by the slight difference in size compared to those who followed it. They are at one with the elves, moving almost perfectly in sync. Matching their graceful manoeuvres with their own powerful, aggressive pouncing. The sounds are ungodly, flesh being ripped to apart and the screams or agony and terror which follow. You can’t bring yourself to look anymore so instead draw your eyes back to Hongjoong. 

Feeling your eyes on him, he also breaks his gaze and looks at you in astonishment before exclaiming softly. “I knew it, I bloody knew it! There were subtle signs but not enough to ask them directly about it-“

“Hongjoong, stop. What the hell are they, they’re definitely not regular wolves?!” You interjected him sharply, still rushing with adrenaline and fear. The newly added confusion not helping your patience for rambling on the assumption you knew what he was going on about. 

He shoots you an apologetic look for a moment before stating the identity of the elves’ allies. “Arla if I’m not mistaken, they’re werewolves.”

You didn’t think your blood could’ve ran any colder than it already had in the time since the ambush began, but upon hearing Hongjoong’s statement you feel any remaining colour drain from your face. You’d thought the species to be nothing but a superstition used to scare children into behaving. The tales you’d been told over the years had been so gruesome. As you’d gotten older, you’d stopped finding them scary, instead laughing at whoever had the imagination to make up such an anecdote. But the knowledge that they were in fact real had you feeling like that 5 year old girl hiding under her blanket every full moon again. 

Hongjoong seemed to pick up on your fresh wave of terror and put a hand hesitantly on your left shoulder. You hadn’t even registered that your gaze had zeroed in on the branch you were perched on, completely locked in past memories of fear. He spoke gently.

“Arla I understand what you’re feeling, and seeing how powerful they are right now must do nothing but fuel that. But think logically here, they’re in alliance with the elves. The same elves who have been nothing but welcoming- bar Hyunjin but that’s not the point. The point is, I highly doubt the elves would associate with werewolves if they were the demons people made them out to be. Try to remember that the tales you’ve heard came from the same mouths who treated their own with nothing but hostility.” 

It makes sense, and considering your position at the present moment you determine that your only option is to cling onto Hongjoong’s words like a lifeline. You can form your own opinions on things now. You’re an adult. You’re not that scared child anymore. A thought passes through your conscience that if you’d applied that to more aspects of your life, things might be different now. But you shove it out with as much mental force as you can muster, it is not the time for that. And besides, your life choices have led you into something akin to an adventure, so they can’t have been that poor.  

And so, you offer him a firm nod of your head, and watch the fight drone on, although to be perfectly honest it’s not been much of a fight for a while. With a few final blood curdling screams, it all ends. 

The wolves snarl tenaciously at the remains of the Igorian soldiers before shaking themselves thoroughly as if to rid themselves of the ordeal, an idea which puzzles you due to the moral contradiction of such an act. Felix and Hyunjin walk over to them and you watch intently as they thank the creatures with a bow before turning to you and Hongjoong’s tree. The wolves deign to glance up at you and the eyes which meet your own from the various waves set your nerves ablaze, those eyes are far too akin to the likes of a being far less wild. They linger for a moment or two more before the largest of the pack turns and leads the others back into the forest at a brisk pace. 

Hyunjin clicks his tongue and calls up to you both, “Did you want some snacks for the show?”

Your jaw drops and Hongjoong’s tightens with irritation before simply sliding off of the branch and landing on his feet, nimble as a cat.

Felix simply clips his friend on the back of the head before offering damage control.

“Ignore him, that’s his emotionally void way of saying you can come down now and good job for staying out of the way.” He finishes with a smile and earns himself a scowl from Hyunjin.

You release a huff of amusement before beginning the climb down and you could’ve sworn Hyunjin’s lips quirked into a smile as you turned to begin your descent. 

<-chapter 7~chapter 9->

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[padfootswand]

Colloportus

pairing; wolfstar, implied moonwater, implied moonrosekiller

warnings; light NSFW (dry humping)

Sirius’s black-painted nails dug into the skin of Remus’s arm, but he barely noticed the light trace of a sting. He’d just been in the Slytherin common room about five seconds ago with Regulus, complimenting him on a good go. But the second he spied Sirius’s incredulous expression staring back at him, he found himself being dragged roughly down the corridors with Regulus’s silvery green school tie still draped around the back of his neck.

He felt Sirius all but shove him into the first empty classroom he spied, the door slamming shut and locked with an angry muttering of “Colloportus”. Sirius turned on Remus, eyes blazing with-he didn’t really know what. Remus felt his brow twitch with annoyance. “What?”

“What?” Sirius repeated in furious disbelief, followed by a scoff. He fell oddly quiet, his eyes darting to the green tie. “Get that bloody thing off of you.” He yanked one end of it, sending it tumbling to the floor in a heap. Remus felt the back of his neck burn with the intensity of the fabric against his skin - or maybe it was something else entirely.

“What the fuck’s your problem?” Remus snapped instead, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why are you so worked up over this? What’s it to you?”

“My problem?” Sirius echoed again. Remus wished he’d stop doing that. Sirius looked wild with a kind of pent up anger he could tell he’d been holding back. Remus almost didn’t want to see it unleashed. “My problem is you, for Merlin’s sake.”

“I don’t-”

“I know you did that on purpose,” Sirius bit back before Remus even had a chance to speak. “I know you’re sneaking off with him-not that subtle, by the way-because you know, Remus.”

“Know what?” Remus’s tone was hard, but hollow. An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, a silence with the weight of a thousand unspoken words. A heavy feeling rose in Remus’s stomach, and he asked again, despite knowing the answer. “Know what, Sirius?”

“What it does to me,” Sirius replied quietly, quieter than he’d been in years. Remus stared back, the right words dying on the tip of his tongue. “How it-it makes me feel-look, we don’t need to get into that. We don’t need to complicate things. Just-just forget-“

He turned back around, reaching to lift the lock charm on the door. Remus’s hand shot out and gripped his sleeve before he even knew what he was doing. “Wait.”

“Wait-?” Sirius raised his eyebrows, his expression unreadable.

“I-“ Remus sucked in a breath. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Sirius furrowed his brows, and it was a long while before he spoke again. “I’m listening.”

“Feelings are complicated,” Remus agreed, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He didn’t know what he’d said until he heard his own words echo back to him. “Maybe we could get rid of them.”

A step forward. Fingers tracing the knot of Sirius’s tie, slipping behind it so his knuckles brushed his white collared shirt. Sirius’s eyes refusing to meet his. He pulled him closer, and he made no effort to stop it. This was really happening. “Elaborate?”

“All I’m saying is I think we could help each other out.” Remus was becoming increasingly aware of the gap between his chest and Sirius’s closing, and his skin prickled. “Are we in agreement?”

Remus barely caught the raspy whisper of a heavy “we are” before his mouth met Sirius’s in an explosion of light. His fingers tugged his tie, and his thoughts were drowned out by the pounding of his heart. Only one made it through as his other hand drifted to his shoulder-length hair: not like this. Not like this.

But like this was the only way he could be sure they wouldn’t mess up what they already had. Like this was the only way it would be okay.

Sirius’s fingers gripped the back of Remus’s waist, his lips travelling along the side of his neck. “Listen,” he continued quietly, sending shivers up and down his back. “I can treat you better than Crouch ever did.” His grip tightened. “And Rosier. Believe me?”

Remus tilted his head, biting back a gasp. He hadn’t known Sirius had noticed, but maybe that was foolish of him to think so. “Don’t know yet,” he muttered. Sirius’s teeth nipped the skin where his lips had been, and Remus failed to contain a sort of breathy noise. “I’ll have to see what you’ve got.”

Sirius pressed against-wait, no, into him, and Remus allowed his head to fall back. Dizziness shot through him like a bullet, and all he could think to do was tug Sirius closer. “Oh, fuck, okay,” he heard himself murmur faintly, and Sirius let out a heavy exhale in his ear.

How many times had he thought about this? This could hardly be a reality, more of a manifestation of Heaven in an empty classroom.

“Fuck.” Remus blinked, gazing up at the ceiling as Sirius settled into a steady rhythm. The clouds in his head began to clear a little bit as he stared at the chopping paint. “Fuck-wait, stop.”

Sirius’s body froze against his almost immediately, hesitating.

“I’m-I’m not going to do this with you in an empty classroom,” Remus’s fingers caught his wrist. “Anyone could-could-“

“Right,” Sirius whispered, his chin still resting on Remus’s shoulder. Remus could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. “Right.” He drew back a little awkwardly, his breathing still irregular. “So I’ve-I should go.”

“Where?” Remus’s fingers traveled back up to Sirius’s collar. “I didn’t say we couldn’t continue anywhere else.” He arched his brow, and Sirius shuddered.

“Fine, then, love. Let’s go.”

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