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Low Battery Warning - Touch Starved HCs

— If he goes too long without you by his side, he starts to get irritable and too frustrating for anyone to deal with. For the sake of everyone, please remember to recharge your battery before leaving for extended periods of time.

— Tartaglia, Kaveh, Ayato, Alhaitham, and Dottore

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I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHIPPED MEN OKAY? What do you mean I have to write a part 2 for two different fics??? I'm honestly surprised I managed to finish this. Also, ALHAITHAM NATION REJOICE, YOUR BOY IS HERE AND I CAN FINALLY MAKE A BANNER. I wasn't going to write him (I'm a kaveh stan) but now that he's here...

Tartaglia

While Tartaglia is the most favored to work with compared to the other Harbingers, that's only by a very slim margin. The closest you'll get to death is when the man gets bored and randomly picks someone to fight, but they usually make it out alive. Maybe a couple weeks in the medical bay and a few broken bones but they aren't dead for the most part. He's also the youngest and therefore the most easy-going even if he's a bit childish. He's a soldier first so he knows the pain of listening to someone verbally beat you down and not having the power to do anything back. But he's still a person at the end of the day and after so many people messing up and delaying his work, he's starting to get irritated. First, it was someone spilling tea onto important documents that he just finished signing, then the Fatui agents stationed near Jueyun Karst being defeated by some no-named treasure hoarders, and then finally being held hostage in his own office because the Liyue Qixing wouldn't leave him alone. God, he slumps over his desk, he just wants to go home and see you!

By the time he finally stumbles through the door, you're already passed out on the couch. He can't blame you, it's very late into the night and he would probably be more upset if you forced yourself to stay awake just to welcome him home. But he can still pout that he was taken away from you for so long, he didn't even get to see you all day. That's borderline torture. But he supposes he can forgive you since you look so cute bundled up in his red shirt. If he happens to take a picture or two that's for his knowledge and eyes only. So he easily scoops you up into his arms, taking a couple seconds to just stand there as he basks in the comfortable weight before he takes you to bed. Just for tonight. This will be the last time work takes him away from home for so long.

It lasts for two weeks. Usually, Childe could hold himself together, he's been away for far longer, but the fact that you're right there and he can't hold you is driving him insane. By the 14th day, Childe is ready to snap his pen in half and hurl it at the next person that comes through that cursed door. He doesn't though because it's usually Ekaterina, the only one that has the balls to talk to him right now, and she deserves far more than she's paid to deal with. But he's touch-deprived and tired. Even Zhongli with his infinite amount of patience advises him to sort himself out before inviting him out to lunch next time. He tried to deal with it on his own, this isn't the first time he's felt claustrophobic, but after the fifth Hilichurl camp he doesn't feel any better which only makes his mood sour further. He might even beat Scaramouche in how short-tempered he is right now. There's heavy air wherever he goes and whatever carefree persona he usually has on is thrown out the window.

It's Zhongli who clues you into how bad Childe's demeanor has gotten, the rascal looks horrible both physically and mentally. Despite the consultant and Childe being on friendly terms, you don't really know the man that well. But he doesn't seem like the type of person to lie so you thank him for the information and make your way to the Northland Bank. To be honest, you've been feeling the effects of not seeing Childe as often as you usually do. You know his work can get so hectic that it keeps him cooped up in his office but it's been a while since you've even seen that fluff of ginger hair. He usually doesn't want you near his work considering how it might put you in danger, but if he isn't taking care of himself then what kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?

Even outside the building, you can feel the effects of what Zhongli talked about. All the agents look like they're on their last legs, there's a gloomy atmosphere surrounding the building even though the sun shines brightly across Liyue harbor, and you can vaguely hear an annoyed Harbinger scolding someone. As soon as you set foot into the building Ekaterina nearly tackles you off your feet. Desperately thanking you for coming and looking at you as if you're the Tsaritsa herself.

As soon as Ekaterina says your name, Childe whips his head around at such a speed that you're afraid his head might fling off as his eyes lock onto yours. You know Childe wouldn't hurt you, never you, but he's looking at you like he's about to devour you and you're suddenly very glad you've never been on the receiving end of his anger. He shoves the papers in his hands into the agent's chest he was probably reprimanding and marches over to where you are.

"C-Childe?" "S-Sir?"

Ekaterina mirrors the wary call of his name until he's finally in front of you and without a word, throws his arms around you. You stumble a bit under his weight but you quickly circle your arms around his back and hold on tight so you don't trip over your own feet. You can only imagine what it looks like for Ekaterina to see her stiff boss suddenly deflate in your arms. A pleased groan escapes from him as he basically lifts you off your feet just so he can hug you closer to him. You almost feel like a child's teddy bear with your legs dangling in the air trapped in a crushing hug. You know that your relationship with Childe isn't a secret but you both don't show any displays of affection, you don't even really interact in public in general, so this is pretty open for the two of you. Well, for you at least. You don't even think Childe is registering anything around him except that you're here.

"Are you okay милый?" you whisper into his ear, nuzzling into the side of his head that's nestled into your shoulder. Your snezhnaya is a little rough around the edges but from how he seems to purr you think he enjoys it nonetheless. "Although I'm happy to see you too, don't you think we should move so we aren't blocking the main entrance?"

He sleepily blinks awake and slowly starts to acknowledge that you're both very much standing at the bank's entrance with everyone shamelessly staring. He frankly looks like he doesn't care, people have working legs, they can walk around you both. But he also doesn't want anyone to find another reason to take him away when he's very comfortable.

"If you need me, don't," is the clipped order that rings out through the bank. You know he's heavily censoring what he actually wants to say but from how everyone cowers away, they can probably tell what would happen if they disobey him. They all give him a nod and a salute before he's picking you up, cradles you into your arms, and swiftly walks upstairs. With a kick of his boot, the door slams shut and he sinks into his chair, you seated pretty on his lap.

"Please never leave me, I think I might die," he groans, re-wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You can only sigh fondly as you gently run your fingers through his hair, rubbing small circles into his scalp and he melts into goo. As if you would want to leave.

Kaveh

You know Kaveh is a bit...eccentric to say the least. He always says what's on his mind and most of the time his thoughts are things he should keep to himself. Even you're not totally immune to his blunt honesty despite the fact he tries to watch how he phrases things when directed to you. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt your feelings, regardless if you know he means no harm. It's rather cute that for someone who doesn't care about what others think of him, he's a bit insecure around you. He likes you, really likes you, and he often finds himself plotting out what he's going to say hours before your lunch date with him. But as soon as you greet him with that charming smile and a brief hug, he turns into putty and whatever flowery language he conjured in his mind is swept away. The confident architect that graduated with honors is reduced to a red-faced mess of stumbling words. It doesn't help that you find it adorable enough to press a chaste kiss to his red cheek and he swears that he's going to pass out from a heat stroke.

He's both extremely glad and terribly conflicted that your love language seems to be touch. He loves it when you brush your fingers through his hair but it always lulls him into sleep so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you hug him tightly but then he never wants to leave so he doesn't get any work done. He loves it when you cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss but then he goes in for seconds, then thirds, and so on that he doesn't get any work done. If he went into alchemy rather than architecture he would dedicate his life work to studying why you have the touch of an Archon that compels him so. But he didn't and now that he's drowning in debt, he really needs to concentrate and finish his work before the deadline.

So now he has the painful task of trying to find an extremely polite way of asking you to leave him alone without you taking offense and breaking up with him. He would be devastated if he couldn't see your loving gaze on him again. But the situation is dire because as soon as he sees you, all he wants to do is curl up in bed with you in his arms. Preferably forever but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. But every time he tries to bring it up it only takes one look from you for him to stutter and wave off his words. He tries to pep talk himself and every single time he claims that this will be the day that he, very politely, pushes you off, it ends with him melting into goo and waking up the next day with all his untouched work judging him from the table.

It gets to the point that he begins to air his grievances to Alhaitham of all people. To be fair, he doesn't expect the scribe to listen to a word he says and if he did, it would only be because Kaveh needed to pay his share of the rent. But he's pleasantly surprised when you pop up with a guilty smile and that Alhaitham explained his circumstances to you. He tries to clear up the situation, he has no idea what Alhaitham said specifically but it must have been put in the worst way possible, but you take his hands and he shuts up immediately. You give him a light giggle that melts his heart and you tell him to call for you once he's completed his work.

It was the worst decision he's ever made. Second to moving in with Alhaitham. Maybe his judgment of you being an angel was a lie and you were secretly the devil from how often his thoughts were plagued by you. He could draw a circle and think of your eyes. He knows that he's smitten in your presence but he didn't expect that to double when he's suddenly alone. His only motivation is that as soon as he's finished, he'll be able to see you again. But his mind and his work bleed together and he ends up drawing your face instead of buildings and pipes.

He ends up locking himself in his studio and slowly deforming into slime with how awful he's taking care of himself. Alhaitham has to pry him from the table only for Kaveh to flop in his arms that the scribe gives up and hauls the corpse over his shoulder and makes his way to your home. Kaveh still needs to pay his share of the rent so he's not allowed to die before then.

When you opened the door you weren't expecting Alhaitham at your doorstep with Kaveh over his shoulder. He doesn't seem to want to be in this situation either because it looks like he's two seconds away from throwing your boyfriend across the room. But he manages to reign everything in front of you and quickly explains Kaveh's situation, dumping said man into your arms, and telling you to fix it. You shoot him an apologetic smile that he waves off, it's not like it's your fault, before turning around and making his way back to his own home.

"Kaveh?" you whisper gently against his ear to not startle him. It only takes him a second to register your voice before he's perking up and beaming at you. He easily shifts positions so you're in his arms instead. Twirling you around and using the momentum to tuck an arm under your knees and smoothly picking you up, somehow supporting your entire weight in one arm while the other closes the door. Sometimes you forget that Kaveh is really strong despite his lean stature. He is a claymore user after all.

"Darling! What are you doing here?" Kaveh questions while he makes himself at home. If only your living space was big enough for him to store all his work otherwise he would have moved in with you by now.

"Alhaitham mentioned that your recent commission was taking up all your time and you weren't taking care of yourself. Are you alright?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself while Kaveh takes his shoes and coat off. In these types of moments, no matter what you do or say he'll refuse to let you out of his arms. If he has to live with one arm then he'll gladly do so just so long as his other hand is wrapped around you.

"Never better," he replies with a smile. He's obviously lying given the dark circles under his pretty red eyes but the soft look he sends you is enough to tell you that right now, he's never been more comfortable. It makes you a bit flustered to have such an intense gaze on you but Kaveh is always forward with his affections and this isn't any different. With you in his arms, there's nowhere for you to run to when he tilts your chin down and brushes his lips against yours.

"Be still for me..." he whispers, the vibrations of his voice tingling against your skin as both of your eyes slowly close. Only for the moment to shatter by loud knocks on your door. You both jerk apart and turn to the disturbance with varying expressions. You're a flustered mess while Kaveh scowls as if the door offended his entire life's work. He finally sets you down on your feet and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. Before marching to the door, flinging it open, and telling the man on the other side to shoo before slamming the door in his face. Unless the world is ending, don't knock.

Ayato

To say Ayato works hard is an understatement. There are several nights when he's glued to his desk rather than resting in bed. Such are the woes of him being forever dedicated to his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner. On days when there are big events and everything needs to be perfect, he's nearly inconsolable that Thoma weighs how much he can get away with if he knocks Ayato out with a frying pan. His pondering doesn't go far because even though Ayato looks like a corpse from the lack of sleep, he'd probably knock Thoma off his feet before the housekeeper could even raise his arms. Ayaka has better luck but she's only able to drag him away for a few minutes before he points in a random direction to divert her attention before disappearing as soon as she turns back. It's just something everyone is aware of and they try their best to support Lord Kamisato. But if it starts to look really bad, like Ayato might drop dead at any second, then you're called in. The last defense and their ace up the sleeve. Not to brag or anything but you have a spotless record and you intend to keep it that way.

It only takes one word from you to have the dignified and cunning Ayato turn into a scared rabbit. His name. None of the wary calls of Lord Kamisato, a dismissal of his titles, and certainly not your affectionate terms of endearment. It always brings the temperature of the room to zero and Ayaka has to double-check that her cyro vision didn't accidentally activate. Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, you're not soft on him and you set your foot down when it comes to his extremes. One of the many reasons he fell in love with you but it's coming back to bite him now. He hates seeing you unhappy, doing anything possible to wipe that frown off your face, but when it's him that's making you so displeased he can't help but look like a scolded puppy.

It doesn't take much for you to know that Ayato has overworked himself to the breaking point again. You understand his duties mean that he's going to be riddled with work but you're his partner first and foremost. You're there to care about Ayato, not the Yashiro Commissioner. And Ayato looks like he's falling apart at the seams. Heavy eye bags, pale complexion, and his body swaying back and forth before he catches himself from falling over. It pains your heart to see him like this and yet still push himself to keep going. So you take one, two, and three steps towards him to delicately take his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles into his palm before intertwining your fingers together.

Unlike Thoma and Ayaka, he doesn't disappear as soon as you take your eyes off him. Just stands there and stares dopily at you while you issue orders to take over his work. God, you look so attractive when you're in control. It's been a while since he's seen anything but paper and ink but did you always look this beautiful? He's so glad he's going to marry you. Maybe he can force the elders to move the ceremony date up. Everyone in the room politely ignores the fact that Ayato is saying these thoughts out loud and how red your face has gotten.

He doesn't object when you pull him out of the room with you, blindly following you wherever you happen to lead him by the hand. As long as your hand is in his, he'll follow you to the ends of the earth if you'll allow it. It's a bit comical how the dignified Yashiro Commissioner recedes into himself and crumbles away into a love-sick man just by a simple touch. At much as it makes you feel a bit shy, it's nice to know that Ayato won't try and weasel his way out of your grasp and return to his work.

If anything he clings to you like an onikabuto on a tree. You have to waddle your way to the baths with an oversized blue-haired man refusing to let go and draping himself over your back. You know he's making this as hard as possible on purpose, just do you can dote and pamper him a bit longer before he succumbs to slumber and has to return to work. It dampens his mood thinking of the future but it's quickly ushered away by the warm water poured over his head. It's fitting that his vision is hydro because he fits himself into the space you provide as you begin to scrub his hair clean.

There's something meditative about having his hair washed by your hands that no one else can replicate. It's a luxury that he only receives when he works hard enough that his arms hang uselessly at his sides and his body slumps into itself. Soft and malleable, completely willing to bend and mold in whatever shape you wish. But your hands scrub through his hair gently, rubbing all the stress out of his body and never complaining. Right now there's nothing else that matters more than being here with you and you with him.

"I'm going to rinse your hair out. Close your eyes now," you softly say and he follows your instructions. The rush of warm water is soothing to his ears although it sparks something in his memory that momentarily takes him out of this romantic moment. He reaches blindly behind him to take your hand, rubbing circles into your palm to halt your actions.

"It's just occurred to me but aren't you supposed to be on a trip to Watatsumi island?" he opens his eyes to peer up at you, his long eyelashes tipped with water droplets reminding you of just how pretty Ayato is. It's almost a good enough distraction for you to forget why exactly you're here rather than speaking with Kokomi right now. Almost.

"I was but someone had to go and work himself to death again. You need to take better care of yourself Ayato. I don't want to see Thoma running across all of Inazuma just to drag me back because you can't seem to sit still for a few seconds," your frown deepens with each sentence. Your free hand that's not in his grasp is knocking against his forehead, albeit not hard enough to cause any actual pain. He only chuckles before pulling you into the water with him until you're sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His head lay comfortably against your thighs.

"Apologies." He's not sorry at all. "When you're not beside me I have to throw myself into my work or else I may go insane."

"Oh so now all of this is my fault," you huff exasperated but he can hear the undertones of how happy that sentence makes you. "Come on, you'll catch a cold if we stay here any longer."

"Mmm, indulge me," he mumbles into your skin, his eyes closing once again with a content smile on his face. He doesn't need to see to know that you have an equally fond expression.

"Oh, so now my lord wishes to relax?"

"Only because you're here."

Alhaitham

You know that your relationship with Alhaitham is unusual to onlookers. You're both polar opposites and yet somehow stumbled into a rather healthy and committed relationship. To others, Alhaitham is a talented and intelligent man. The perfect bachelor if it wasn't for his "extraordinary sense of individualism" that he doesn't pay attention to people around him. He's notorious for being hard to get along with that not even his handsome face is enough for people to sit around for too long. Meanwhile, there's you. A wandering traveler who takes work whenever anyone needs an extra pair of hands. You're a bit well-known for accepting any job that pays well regardless of how dangerous or weird it might be. But unlike Alhaitham, you're more than happy to make conversation and you're often seen conversing with scholars from every one of the Six Darshans.

To everyone's knowledge, it's you that's the clingy one. You always have a hand around his arm or throw yourself at him shamelessly. Everyone assumes that Alhaitham tolerates it because he never pushes you off but he doesn't reciprocate affection to the degree that you do. If only those nosy scholars could see him now. Your newest job has you traveling to the Chasm to help collect and study the newly opened area. While the Chasm is close to Sumeru, a series of mysterious accidents led the entire mine to be closed. With the Liyue Qizing gradually reopening the area there's a lot of ground to cover. Alhaitham doesn't care much for the details except that this means you'll be away from him for a few years rather than a few weeks. As soon as you told him the expected date you'll return his face instantly soured. It was so cute that you couldn't help but press kisses to the corners of his mouth until they lifted. But one thing led to another and you're now trapped underneath his strong figure for the past couple of hours with no signs of him letting go. Every day you're gone equates to one minute he gets to keep you here.

No matter how much Alhaitham wishes to make you stay, even going so far as to bribe you, you eventually gather your things, press one last kiss to his lips, and leave him in his too-quiet house. He doesn't want to admit it but as soon as he closes the door he already feels lonely. But he'll learn to cope and continue with his life. He's been through more challenging obstacles and made it through. It's only two years, 3 months, 14 minutes, and 58 seconds. Alhaitham sighs and leans against the door. He's not going to make it.

Everyone else is content to whisper behind their hands about how the scribe seems to be more hostile. While Alhaitham doesn't have the most friendly personality, he's still somewhat polite until someone gives him a reason to exit the conversation. But now Alhaitham can barely get two sentences in before insulting someone. He doesn't even mean to do it on purpose, it just slips out. A girl who happens to share your eye color is met with a backhanded compliment that she should eat more fish. A man whose skin color is just a shade lighter than yours is met with an irritated scowl before he could even say anything. It's only now that people start to miss your presence because anything is better than a walking warning sign.

It only takes a few weeks for him to crack. He's not usually this starved of attention but the knowledge that he won't see you for another two years has him itching at his wrists. While on the outside there doesn't seem to be any changes, he's perfectly calm and collected, but his facade breaks when he starts making rash decisions. When he heard that his senior Kaveh needed a place to stay due to his financial situation, he offered to live with him much to everyone and his own surprise. Even Kaveh suspiciously asks why Alhaitham is being so generous. He doesn't dignify it with a proper answer, only that he better get his situation fixed within the next two years or the scribe is kicking him out.

As the second year rolls past, it's Kaveh who brings up Alhaitham's sudden mood change. He seems...excited. Kaveh chalks it up to Alhaitham being happy that Kaveh is finally moving out but that'd be kind of low even for someone like Alhaitham. As someone who cares about the arts and romance, there's a certain care in how Alhaitham cleans the house. Every systematic movement is laced with a longing gaze. His wrists are rubbed raw that Kaveh has to physically step in or he might rub so hard he reaches the bone. But above all the dangerous aura around Alhaitham is replaced with something Kaveh can only describe as restless patience.

"Honey, I'm home!" your happy voice is accompanied by the loud slam of the door crashing against the wall. Kaveh is startled by a random stranger entering their house but mostly at the term of endearment. Alhaitham only lowers his book at your voice before going back to reading. A bit rude in Kaveh's opinion but he can see the small smile that Alhaitham tries to hide behind the pages of his book. It's not like you aren't a bit devious yourself. So you retaliate by plucking the book out of his hands, taking a quick glance at his page number before placing it on the desk.

"Welcome back. I assume your job went well?" Alhaitham sighs as you kick his legs apart, plop yourself down into his lap, and rest your head against his chest. If you weren't so enthralled by the masterpiece that was Alhaitham's physique, you would have laughed at how the blond-haired man seemed to stare owlishly at the scene. His eyes almost fall out of their heads when Alhaitham doesn't push you off, doesn't throw you over his shoulder, or even make the slightest hint of being irritated or embarrassed. He just places his hands around your waist, rests his chin on your head, and sends an icy glare to which the blond-haired man scoffs before excusing himself. It's not anything different from what he usually does to onlookers although this is you and you can tell just how weary he is. How deeply he relaxes in your hold as the tension melts from his shoulders. How his eyes search over your body for any injuries that you might have gotten. It does look like you got a bit roughed up during your stay at the Chasm. Your hair is cut shorter than he remembers, you've put on some muscle, and there are a few nicks and cuts running along parts of your skin that are visible. But none of that matters because you're here. You're finally here.

"Aww, Haitham did you miss me?" you tease only to quickly eat your words when he manuever's you sideways so he can pin your back against the couch. You're hit with a sense of deja vu back to two years ago when you were about to leave for this trip.

"The next time you take a commission that lasts longer than two weeks, I'm coming with you or you're not going at all," he grumbles as he tucks himself into the crook of your neck with no signs of leaving. You laugh now but he's dead serious.

Dottore

You aren't sure when it started but at some point, you've been labeled as "Dottore's Favourite". He always seems to be the slightest bit nicer if you happen to be there, his voice a smidge less aggressive, and a lot more touchy. He's a Doctor first so he doesn't want to be contaminated by whatever bacteria people have gathered. But with you, he always seems to have a hand on you. Either harshly pinching your cheeks like a child with a crazed grin whenever you mumble something he deems stupid or pulling your arm of out its socket as he yanks you through the hallways of his lab. You act almost as his shadow, permanently glued to his feet and forced to follow wherever he goes.

You wouldn't consider yourself exceptional at your job but you did know how to listen. Perhaps it was your blatant disregard for your lack of safety since your head was always in the clouds that let you do your job with a steady hand. You don't blame your college's, it's hard to work under so much stress. If you had to do quantum physics and whatever the hell smart people do with someone who could, and would, kill you on the spot if you couldn't tell him what 3567 x 438 was on the spot, you think you could have exploded and crumbled on the spot. But you were just the ditzy receptionist who twirled a pencil on her nose more than on a paper. The only thing you were required to do was make sure Dottore was never bothered and let him know if anyone important needed his attention.

You've seen the Regrator the most compared to the rest of the Harbingers. You don't know what a banker needs from a doctor but you're not about to ask. It's not your business and you aren't paid enough to care about what your boss does. Besides, for such a handsome face his presence creeps you out which is saying something considering there's a maniacal doctor that treats human lives like numbers on a stats page. But since you are his "receptionist" you have to make conversation with him. Most of your interaction extends to him asking if the Doctor is in and you politely saying that he's out. You both pointedly ignore the loud crashes and angry yelling from one of his segments behind the closed steel door.

Once again, you don't consider yourself exceptional at your job. You're just a lousy receptionist at a place that doesn't require it and who spends all their time spinning in the office chair than doing actual work. You're just as replaceable as any grunt in this hell hole. So when Tartaglia waltzes through the doors, blinking at you with his dead fish eyes, before nodding to himself and hauling you out of your chair you can only hope that Dottore manages to remember that he has a meeting with Pantalone at noon.

You're hardly gone for an hour. Tartaglia was just bored, bored enough to come to Dottore of all people, that he happened to spot you who looked equally as bored. He just roughed you up a little before he deemed you completely useless and a horrible fighter before sending you back on your way. Seriously, if he wanted a fight he should have just picked one of the skirmishers instead of a damn receptionist. Although you may have to reconsider your position because as soon as you walk back into the lab, a girl is throwing herself at you and demanding where you've been.

You don't get the chance to answer before she's hurriedly running down twisting hallways, down the stairs, and punching in codes so complicated it looked like she was trying to make music out of them. Whatever questions you have are ignored in favor of getting you somewhere as fast as possible. It begins to make sense when you're finally shoved into a room, the girl who dragged you all this way throwing herself onto her knees and begging for forgiveness for letting you wander off.

The lab is an absolute disaster. This isn't the organized chaos you're acquainted with but the aftermath of a manic episode you're familiar with. Glass shards dripping with fluorescent liquid, research notes torn apart that flutter around the room as faux snow, and one mad doctor in the middle.

"Where have you been?"

For someone who destroyed years worth of progress, he sounds oddly calm and collected. His deep voice is firm while he fiddles with a test tube of blue liquid, watching it slosh around before placing it onto a broken table. He barely pays any mind to the girl currently on her hands and knees, forehead pressed to the ground while she glares at you to say something.

"Out," is your reply. A casual shrug of your shoulders even though the Dottore's back is to you. He's not wearing his usual white coat. That's too bad, you think it looks kinda cool. Really goes with his bird aesthetic.

"Out...out you say. Out. Out. Out," he mumbles softly, each time he say's the word "out", he taps the test tube harder onto the table. The lull in conversation only makes the pressure of the room drop lower before the tension snaps and he hurls the test tube at the girl still on her knees. It's only thanks to your reflexes that you manage to grab the collar of her uniform and throw her back just as the test tube collides with the floor, the liquid melting away the concrete where her head was. You can only give her a nudge and a look towards the door for her to scramble to her feet and flee as far away as she can. The slam of the door behind her acting as the nail in the coffin as Dottore's body seems to slump in on itself.

"Where have you been?" he asks again, running a hand through his messy hair. He sounds and looks far more tired, his fingers twitching to reach out and hold you but his pride stopping him. So you push yourself and step forward into his space, reaching your hands out to cup his face and rubbing soothing circles into his porcelain skin. He doesn't lean into your touch but he doesn't push you away either.

"Getting tossed around by Tartaglia. He came by saying he was bored and I just so happened to be there," you say absentmindedly, twirling the long lock of blue hair that hangs off the sides of his mask. He responds by snatching your wrist, squeezing hard enough until your bones creak. "Were you worried? Did you think I ran away?"

He doesn't dignify your question with a response. Simply shrugging your hands off his face before he reaches up to pinch your cheeks, a familiar cackle vibrating from his chest.

"As if you would have anywhere to go."

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the night we met, part 3

a/n: hope you enjoy! mentions of torture and guns throughout, kinda long and unrealistic but its fanfic so 🥴

what if haley never died that day? but what if your love for hotchner had to?

part 1, 2

"have you found her yet?!" hotch barked the order out as penelope frantically searched through copious amount of cctv footage all at once. several computer screens were open for the team, trying to find a clue on the location of where you had been taken.

"not yet sir" garcia whispered, her fingers practically flying across the keyboard silently begging for any sign where you could've left. hotch tried to reign his anger back in, this wasn't anyone fault but himself. if only he had caught up to you, just 60 seconds before you wouldn't have been here. if only that stupid kiss hadn't even happened, you wouldn't be god knows where getting tortured.

he takes a breath, knowing deep down it's not the time to react emotionally but it's hard not to, it's hard to even think rationally when he knows the likelihood of you surviving wasn't all that great. his profiler brain knew the possible outcome from this wasn't exactly high and with every second his worst fear could potentially become true.

"have you found her?" haley's voice cuts in and hotch shakes his head, his fingers pinching his temple for any signs that he must've missed. it feels overwhelming around him, flashes of people and the sounds of you seeping through his mind. it's dizzying trying to piece together what's real and what's not, flashes of you and that damned kiss is all that plays on his mind. the softness of your lips, the utter desperation between you both, the sheer passion that radiated in waves, all of it. he needed it again, he craved it.

it's even worse when his wife, the mother of his child, the very woman you almost got shot for, is standing there looking at with concern but he doesn't take any notice. he never would've though haley's voice could be so shrill and irritating, he never could've imagined himself recoiling away from her. so he simply doesn't answer her, sighing as he tries to go over the footage with garcia. he should tell her about the kiss but his lips remain closed, not willing to share anything more about you to her.

"well i can help-" "haley please. go home protect jack, he needs one of us" hotch dismisses her, his heart becoming in control of the situation. he can't stand to look at her, feeling so guilty for kissing another woman but even worse because he didn't regret doing it. his only regret was not kissing you for longer. still, hotch knew he was being overly harsh but the pure fear, the worry of you being alone and he wasn't there was enough to send him tumbling into a pit of pure distress.

but he took a breath, now was not the time to become emotional. he had to get his head in the game. the risk of losing you was too much to bear but the thought of you being out there, chained to a devil was enough to keep him going.

"police have set up roadblocks blocking any main exits in the city. if they've travelled, they can't leave the country" jj and emily come in, but the information isn't enough. who knows what the man could've been doing to you by now, who knows what terrible inflictions could've been upon you.

"we've checked any significant location but they've all come negative, the detectives are checking for any last known locations and the camera footage when they leave...." morgan and spencer are next to enter, their shoulders deflating in disappointment and sadness being unable to find you.

"we'll find her aaron" rossi pats hotch's shoulders and though the sentiment is sweet, any hope is starting to crumble and diminish now. you were just here, how could they not find you yet? the bau was supposed to be one of the safest buildings, how could someone so easily take you away like that?? his resolve was breaking and if he wasn't careful, all the feelings that were locked up tightly would begin to spill before he could've comprehended it. the truth he was too scared to admit would be admitted and he didn't know how long he could hide it for

before anyone could respond, a beeping appeared. and there beheld a sight they wished they would never have had to see.

taking a good glance at you, all seven team members found their hearts shattering piece by piece in their chests. a chorus of horrified gasps and exclaims echoed throughout the room and hotch could barely even breathe, the words dying on his lips

"aaaand here we go" you hear a click, the whirr of a computer and it takes you all your strength to awaken. an overwhelming feeling of tiredness practically envelopes your body, how easily you could fall into the darkness that awaits your presence. and then the unfamiliar feeling of being tied up grabs you attention, fear courses through your veins as your eyes open and adjust to the setting. it felt like a hospital room but this was no place where people were fixed. the sickly smell of blood and bleach is strong in the air, its overpowering and nauseating

but you calm your mind, it wasn't the time to panic. you had to think, you had to fight, you had to survive

your vision was slightly blurred looking at the man who held you captive, trying to ignore the intense throbbing in your head. your hands were cuffed to some chain, holding you upright on your feet. but he loosens something and you fall to the ground with a soft thud, vision spinning from the lack of hydration and the beatings he had given you prior.

"ohmy god.... y/n??" a breathless whisper echoes throughout the room and painfully, you glance at the camera. there, all your team members stood in complete horror. you see hotch and for the first time since you had known him, he's at a loss for words. just looking at you with so much pain, so much anger, so much fear.

you could feel your cheeks burning from shame and embarrassment, at your situation or the kiss you didn't really know. you didn't even want to know.

"y/n?? are you okay??? someone tell me she's okay please-" garcia looks on tearfully while morgan comes behind her, guiding her to the computer. truthfully they didn't have an answer to her question but they needed to focus, to keep you alive. and you didn't need to be disrupted, not when your life was at stake.

"that was to prove she's very much alive so none of you have to worry" and just like that you're brought up to your feet again, groaning when the handcuffs pinch the skin tightly. there's so much pain, you can't even pinpoint where it hurts the most.

"what is she dressed in?" someone seethed and you blink in confusion, craning your neck to see your body. it was a black gown you were in, a slit riding up the thigh. it was beautiful, too pretty to be drenched in blood. a stark contrast to the situation you were in now.

"don't worry i didn't change her, i had someone else to do it for me. my prizes have to look picture perfect" he brushes a piece of your hair and you swing your head out of the way, eliciting a kick from him. you don't even cry out, gasping for air at the momentum he had lunged at you with. your hands grip around the handcuffs but it was useless, you couldn't claw your way out of metal.

"you stupid bitch!" his fingers grip your face, you could see just how much his rage consumed him. it was unnerving to say the least, the slightest thing seemed to tick him off. there was no telling what he could do to you in this state

"enough!" hotch grits out, his fingers clenching into tight fists by his side. piece by piece his facade was cracking underneath the unsub's hammer. he couldn't reign in his control this time, not with your life being threatened

"who are you?" you grit out painfully, trying to stop the wave of nausea hitting you over and over. the man doesn't answer, the head of his gun trailing from your chin to the centre of your neck. you hear the click of the revolver and your breath is hitched, wondering if he was really going to kill you this way. wondering if you'd be shot in front of your team that remained helpless on the other side

"i've always wondered what the price was for killing an fbi agent was-" you see the man's cruel smile hit you can't answer, the fear felt overpowering.

"don't you dare" hotch snarls, surprising everyone with the intensity of his rage. and to your surprise, it had worked. the man eyed hotch and with a soft grin, dropped his gun and you felt your lungs take their first breath. tears pricked your eyes, the tiredness was practically swimming in your body but you couldn't crumble. not in front of the unsub, not in front of your team. and especially not in front of hotch.

"i think we should play a game, no?" the man smiles sadistically, pointing to you again. any strength you once held was shattering minutes by minute. your mind and body fighting over one another, wanting to give in and give up but forcing yourself to stay awake no matter what

"leave her alone! i can have you arrested on multiple accounts of-" hotch's face was unreadable, his hands etched tightly around the monitor but the unsub gestures to his mouth, to silence them all.

"if you want her alive, you'll do what i say. good luck trying to pinpoint our location, right now the cell service is bouncing around several cell towers all across the globe" frustrated, hotch looks towards garcia who was working feverishly and she sadly nods, it wasn't a clear location no matter how times she tried to hack into the system. she was hit waves and waves after a firewall which could take hours, time you didn't have to spare.

"so back to the game, who wants to start? oh and if anyone moves," you feel the pinch of a knife resting dangerously on the pulse in your neck.

"one twist and she's on the ground and i'll be miles away. and this would've been all for nothing" he moves the knife down to the centre of your neck. leaving spots of blood in its wake. all of them look helplessly at each other, the unsub had them right where he wanted them and they knew. any slight movement would guarantee your death, any secret calls would have you beaten before they could hang up.

you were all at his mercy, whether they liked it or not

"derek morgan" the unsub peered around the group and his eyes settle on him eerily. morgan gulps a little, trying to calm his shaking hands. his eyes looks at you helplessly then back to the unsub where his gaze had hardened as puts up his profiler front once more

"we're starting off easy, how many years have you and agent l/n known each other" the question was simple enough and yet it felt like he asked into the lions den, suddenly feeling rather exposed and confused. as if any answer to this simple question would be wrong even if it was the truth

"wha-" derek began but he heard a sound of disapproval and your shocked wince as you were yanked back by your hair

"wrong answer" you weren't even given a warning or a countdown before you feel a surge of hot white pain floods through your body. painful screams rip out through your mouth, your hands desperately clawing at the handcuffs but its to no avail. the team stand there panicking, yelling at the man to stop. the pain was intense, you could've almost passed out from the pure agony crippling you

"waitwait wait stop stop!!! it's three!!! i've known her three years!!!" derek shouts, banging the screen and the pain is low dull one, you gasp and gulp for oxygen that never fully reaches your lungs.

"if you had answered the first time around, none of this would have happened would it?" he scowls, giving you a nudge with the stick. you gasp out for air, your tongue heavy on your lips as your body groans against the ties holding you up

"hurry up garcia" hotch commands under his breath to penelope, her eyes watering as she's trying desperately get some location on you. jj and emily help, trying not to look at the horror that was unfolding and focus their attention on bringing you back safely.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry-" morgan whispers, his hands shaking looking to and back from you and the unsub. hotch can only stare with his mind spinning, breathing coming out in short bursts, his heart feeling like it had plunged to the deepest darkest parts of the earth. he's losing his composure and as much as he's trying to reel it back, it keeps slipping from him. leaving nothing but a vulnerable scared man

"how you doing?" the man prods your head and you could only gasp at the anguish flooding your body. if it weren't for the incredibly tight rope holding you upright, you would've collapsed a long time ago.

"doesn't she look so pretty?" he holds your face mockingly and turns so the rest of them can see. every member of your team feel their hearts shattering and splintering, their hitched gasps of panic at the beating.

"agent hotchner" the unsub asked another question, his dark eyes settling on hotch. a manical grin on his lips as he revels in the alarm he has inflicted on the whole team. as if it gives him satisfaction that your life danced in his hands and your team members could do nothing but watch

"truth or dare?" the unsub smirks and hotch looks at you, his stoic facade crumbling. his heart was falling into a million pieces he's not sure he'll ever recover from

"truth" hotch utters, his voice completely free from the cold tone he usually dons.

"do you love agent l/n??" the chain holding you upright once again loosens, and that sends you tumbling to the floor in a broken beaten pile. your heart was racing, partly because of the pain but mostly due to what he would answer. with a good amount of strength, you raise your head and look at the camera. looking at his face, how his eyes flickers with so many emotions and how you can practically see his resolve breaking away

hotch was a good liar but seeing your broken defeated face, being unable to help you, he had answered the question without even realising.

"yes" the murmur was soft, his voice cracking as he takes in your approach. he had caused this. he had done this to you. the promise of protection was nothing more than jumbled words at his feet. he broke the very thing he swore on you, how could ever look at you the same again?

"aww what a cute lil romantic story this has evolved into" the unsub had cackled and your head shook, glaring at both hotch and the man who had held you captive

"there's nothing... romantic about this" your voice was weak but firm, refusing to even meet hotch's eyes.

"shut up" the man had gripped you, ignoring the protest your team were calling. it felt like too much, he held your chin and you look at him, it was now or never. you had to escape, you had to be free.

you had to survive

with one swift move, all your strength goes in knocking him down. he tumbles to the table, breaking the rotting wood with ease. the instruments clatter and you get up, hissing when your abdomen stretched a little. looking down, you see your body littered with blood and bruises. a huge burn mark plastering your side as the dress ripped apart but you didn't have time to feel sorry for yourself when you hear voices crying out that he was attacking again

"in front, y/n!!" derek commands and you duck, making him fall into the table. you quickly grabbing the keys from the scattered objects on the floor, jamming it into the lock and twiddling until you felt a click. the metal loosens and you feel them slipping off, eternally grateful that for once the universe was on your side.

you didn't get time to react for when you look in front, he's there again. but your leg connects with his groin, remembering the training moves you were taught. the force of the kick was enough to paralyse him for a few minutes as he screamed. you looked around, quickly trying to find some keys to unlock the door. your freedom was close, you could practically taste it as you rushed around.

and then you had made the biggest mistake of looking into the camera for a second.

in that second you catch a glimpse of hotch's face, it completely startles you. as if the world had stilled for a fleeting moment and all you see is hotch, just looking at you with so many emotions it's hard to decipher which is the most dominant. how despite everything, you want to hug him and never let go. your body inbetween his arms and your head against his heart, protected against any and all bad in this world. and then you remember the heartache he's caused you, the moment that had led up to you getting captured and every memory is a dagger to your heart. how could things have gotten so wrong?

but it was that moment that was used to the unsub's advantage

you hear screams echoing in the room but you don't comprehend until you feel a burning sensation completely puncture your abdomen. gasping, you look down to see blood gathering at your feet and dripping down your legs and before you even look back up, the object breaks the skin a second time. as if it was all in slow motion, your teams watched the horrific steps play out like a twisted play.

"i told you not to mess with me, you stupid bitch!" he grips and twists the object once more, resulting in a breathless gasp leaving your lips. the pain felt intense, a throbbing sensation overtaking you as you collapse. the horrible sound of your skin being punctures all but echoes in hotch's head, unable to do anything but to scream your name. shocked screams echo in the bau room, penelope's fingers are furiously typing away as she squeezes her eyes, unable to stop the horrible penetrative sound of your skin being stabbed in her mind.

the pain grows worse by the second and your scream dies on your lips, eyes fluttering closed ready to accept and await the darkness that overtakes your consciousness.

"nonono.... no!!!" hotch could barely manage a whisper, banging the screen as if he could magically appear to your aide. but he was simply doomed to watch you as you suffer and collaspe to the ground, breathing quickening. this couldn't be, this couldn't be the end.

you can see him and painfully you turn to watch his face. you don't know what emotions has crossed over his features, he still looks as beautiful as he did the first day you had set eyes upon him. how lucky you were to experience what it was like to be kissed by such a man, to be able to be in the presence of such a wonderful person. your tears had blurred your vision, not out of pain but out of gratitude. even laying on this cold floor, bleeding out, you were purely thankful for him.

he had protected you before and now it was your turn, this way he could focus on his wife and child. you would never be in the way again. there's a hint of the softest smile upon your lips as your eyes close. your fists loosened, limbs becoming limp as you closed your eyes, allowing the darkness to fully encapsulate your mind and body. maybe in a different world, a lighter one, you and hotch could be together against all odds.

the screen fizzles into a black page and hotch barely lets a breath out he didn't think he was holding. his hands have gripped the chairs, he didn't trust himself to stand without the support. he could feel his eyes prickling with the tears as hard as he tried to disguise them, his world was falling apart at the seams and he couldn't do a thing to fix it. all he wants is to be with you but now he didn't even know if you were alive anymore, that thoughts sends him further spiralling in his despair. he wanted nothing more than the ground to completely swallow him whole, the lump in his throat growing bigger as his team members looks at him. partly with concern, fear and pure sadness.

the room was completely silent, everyone's faces covered with a look of pure sorrow and so much anguish.

penelope's tears won't stop trickling down her cheeks. emily and jj look at each other with helplessness, their tears shining underneath the lights. morgan and reid lean against the table their hearts thundering in their chest, completely unable to process what had just taken place while rossi sits by a chair his head in his hands at the pure shock and pain running through him.

"it-it didn't look that terrible, she could still.... be alive" against his better judgement reid offers his support softly. the crushing weight of your absence completely crumbling hotch in a way they've never seen before.

"she was stabbed twice, reid. don't be so naive to think she could've possibly survived that alongside with the beating he had delivered. you above all, should know that much" his voice was harsher than he intended, heavy as the lump in his throat grew bigger. it felt like the air was being cut off, his thoughts ricocheting across from one another as his knees give way and he crashes to the floor in pure defeat and torture. he could faintly feel someone come to his help, his name being called but his mouth refuses to answer. all he can think about, all his mind is replaying is the moment before you closed your eyes. how he wasn't there to help you, how he couldn't rescue you this time.

you could've still been there with them had he been to your aid just 60 seconds earlier. if he had chased you quickly, you wouldn't be beaten and bruised within an inch of your life and now you were... gone. his heart felt like it was being twisted painfully, gripped tight as the thought of never hearing your laugh and seeing your smile became permanent. the dam had broken and the tears spilled down his face, his hands clutching the carpet but to no avail.

what we he supposed to do now, haunting by the memory of you like this? what was he supposed to do haunted with the ghost of you?

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Why I don't think Harry actually likes Ginny

So, I don't like Hinny. I don't buy the relationship between them for multiple reasons. The first of which is that I believe Harry Potter is gay (or at least, not attracted to women).

The rest, I'm going to cover here. Some of the opinions I have are probably not very popular, but I'm saying what I see evidence for.

Disclaimer: No hate to anyone who does ship Hinny, or likes Ginny, I just don't see it.

He doesn't actually think about her until book 6... like, at all

The most important part of this section is actually what Hary doesn't say about Ginny and not what he does, so I don't have quotes. But I literally scoured the books to find scenes Harry described Ginny's appearance. I looked for words like: "pretty", "beautiful", "attractive", or anything else, really any detailed description that would show he is physically attracted to her. I came out with nothing.

He never calls her pretty or attractive in all seven books. And I mentioned in my post here, how Harry can and does describe attractiveness in people (men) he finds attractive.

The other thing he never mentions is what he likes about Ginny. Like, her personality.

He says he likes her, and he's jealous when she's with Dean in HBP (only halfway through the book, but that's for later in this post), but he never mentions what he likes about her. Ginny talks about why she likes Harry plenty, but Harry seems to have no clue why he's dating Ginny. He supposedly likes her, but doesn't name in his head a single thing he likes about her as a person. The things he does think he likes about her are:

She is comfortable to be around, the same way Ron and Hermoine are.

She doesn't weep like Cho.

She's good at Quidditch.

So that's a brilliant basis for a relationship right there. (sarcasm)

“Harry, I’m talking to you, can you hear me?” “Huh?” He looked around. Ginny Weasley, looking very windswept, had joined him at the library table where he had been sitting alone. It was late on Sunday evening; Hermione had gone back to Gryffindor Tower to review Ancient Runes; Ron had Quidditch practice.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 655)

Ginny approaches him, but nothing, no response, no care. He didn't even notice she was there. Takes him, like, three minutes to recall she's on the Quidditch team and should be at practice with Ron. And when she does talk to him, he actually doesn't explain the full truth. He never actually tells her the full scope of his problems and feelings.

“Hi,” said Ginny uncertainly. “We recognized Harry’s voice — what are you yelling about?” “Never you mind,” said Harry roughly. Ginny raised her eyebrows. “There’s no need to take that tone with me,” she said coolly. “I was only wondering whether I could help.” “Well, you can’t,” said Harry shortly. “You’re being rather rude, you know,” said Luna serenely. Harry swore and turned away. The very last thing he wanted now was a conversation with Luna Lovegood.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 735)

Later in the same book, Harry is downright rude to Ginny, and he's sure Sirius is being tortured at the moment, so I get it. But, also, the fact he reacts more to Luna telling him he's rude than to Ginny... like, that's telling on which of the two girls' opinions Harry cares more. And it's not Ginny. After Luna calls him out, he actually stops snapping at them. With Ginny, he just continued being snappy and rude to her.

“Michael — but —” said Ron, craning around in his seat to stare at her. “But you were going out with him!” “Not anymore,” said Ginny resolutely. “He didn’t like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead.” She scratched her nose absently with the end of her quill, turned The Quibbler upside down, and began marking her answers. Ron looked highly delighted. “Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,” he said, prodding his queen forward toward Harry’s quivering castle. “Good for you. Just choose someone — better — next time.” He cast Harry an oddly furtive look as he said it. “Well, I’ve chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he’s better?” asked Ginny vaguely. “WHAT?” shouted Ron, upending the chessboard. Crookshanks went plunging after the pieces and Hedwig and Pigwidgeon twittered and hooted angrily from overhead. As the train slowed down in the approach to King’s Cross, Harry thought he had never wanted to leave it less. He even wondered fleetingly what would happen if he simply refused to get off, but remained stubbornly sitting there until the first of September, when it would take him back to Hogwarts.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 866)

Some like to say Hinny didn't come out of nowhere, but it did. It's clear that at the end of book 5 Harry doesn't give a shit who Ginny is dating. He's thinking about Sirius, he's mourning, of course, but he is still mourning him in book 6 and it didn't stop his jealous rage towards Dean then.

The fact is, up until like halfway through book 6 there are no signs he is interested in Ginny romanticly.

“Fancy trying to find a compartment?” “I can’t, Harry, I said I’d meet Dean,” said Ginny brightly. “See you later.” “Right,” said Harry. He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her; he had become so used to her presence over the summer that he had almost forgotten that Ginny did not hang around with him, Ron, and Hermione while at school. Then he blinked and looked around: He was surrounded by mesmerized girls.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 136)

Two notes here.

Firstly, this is at the beginning of HBP, still no signs from Harry of jealousy. He likes Ginny as a friend and gets used to her presence. That is literally what their relationship is built on. Him being used to her presence. Still, he doesn't care in the slightest who she is dating.

Secondly, what follows this scene is Harry running away from all his adoring fangirls with the help of Neville. Because Harry is not attracted to women and is not interested in any of their attention.

Harry told Ron and Hermione, pulling open the parchment and quickly reading its contents [note from Dumbledore]. “Monday evening!” He felt suddenly light and happy. “Want to join us in Hogsmeade, Ginny?” he asked. “I’m going with Dean — might see you there,” she replied, waving at them as she left.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 242)

Again, no jealousy. His entire problem with Dean and Ginny dating started really late into book 6 and there was basically no buildup.

Dean was looking embarrassed. He gave Harry a shifty grin that Harry did not return, as the newborn monster inside him was roaring for Dean’s instant dismissal from the team.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 287)

Now, I wanna talk a little bit about Harry's jealousy towards Dean and how he describes his emotions about Ginny. Ginny is the only character he describes his emotions about in this way. And it's... well, weird to say the least. Definitely off. The first time I read it I had to reread it to make sure I actually read it correctly.

Like, the only times he thinks about his emotions towards Ginny, are in jealousy. He doesn't like when other guys date her, but he never really thinks that he likes her, or what he likes about her. Or anything at all, positive or negative.

And, back to the description being odd, well, I'll get to it later in this post about why I think Harry convinced himself he likes Ginny and why his emotions about her are described the way they are.

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

...

The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which — if they had time — they might discuss the match.

(Half-Blood Prince, pages 533-534)

I want to talk about Harry's feelings regarding Ginny and kissing her, or, well, lack of their off. You know, after a first kiss, with a girl he supposedly likes, I expected something more emotional, more involved. I expect him to actually care.

But no. He doesn't describe the kiss at all actually, or his feelings. There are no butterflies in his stomach, no head spinning, nothing. Just his chest monster feeling triumphant.

This is insane, this is not the reaction to kissing someone you like. Or even feel mildly attracted to. Where are the nerves and excitement? They aren't there.

He had more emotions about his first kiss with Cho. They weren't positive emotions, but these were emotions.

The second thing about their first kiss is how the text pretty clearly insinuates they made out throughout their whole walk. This actually reminds me a lot of Ron and Lavender in book 6:

“Well, think back,” said Harry. “Have you ever let it slip that you’d like to go out in public with the words ‘My Sweetheart’ round your neck?” “Well . . . we don’t really talk much,” said Ron. “It’s mainly . . .” “Snogging,” said Harry. “Well, yeah,” said Ron.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 338)

They don't really have much of a relationship. They make out, but they don't talk, they don't share anything with each other, they don't really like each other — they barely know each other.

Harry and Ginny are much the same. Ginny is in love with the idea of Harry Potter, and Harry for some reason decideded he likes Ginny even though he can't name a single personality trait she possesses.

“And then what does she think’s going to happen?” Harry muttered. “Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-auvents?” He had spoken without thinking, and saw Ginny’s face whiten. “So it’s true?” She said, “That’s what you’re trying to do?” “I—not—I was joking,” said Harry evasively. They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny’s expression. Suddenly Harry became aware that this was the first time that he had been alone with her since their stolen hours in secluded corners of the Hogwarts grounds. He was sure she was remembering them too. Both of them jumped as the door opened, and Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, and Bill walked in.

(Deathly Hollows, page 82)

Like, there is quite a bit I want to unpack here.

Firstly, Harry didn't bother telling Ginny that he, Ron, and Hermione were planning on leaving. That they are going to go and stop Voldemort. Well, he didn't tell her about the Horcruxes, or any of his experiences, really. I don't think she knows he cast a Crocio at Bellatrix at the end of fifth year.

Like, Harry does not share his life with Ginny. At all. Her reaction is quite telling.

But also, even after he broke up with her already at the end of HBP. Still, Ginny is constantly trying to drag him back to be with her. She isn't letting Harry break up with her. And, that just really doesn't sit well with me. Harry didn't even consider it until he saw how Ginny was eying him, she's the one who thought they should make out. Harry was trying to stay broken up with her.

Ginny looked up into Harry’s face, took a deep breath, and said, “Happy seventeenth.” “Yeah. . . thanks.” She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.

...

He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.

(Deathly Hollows, page 103)

Again, after Harry breaks up with her, she tries to drag him back. He doesn't want to look at her. And as romantic as "gazing into a brilliant light" sounds, usually doing that hurts your eyes and is really not something you want to do. Besides, when you really like someone, you want to look at them, you want to stare at their stupid face for as long as they let you.

Harry clearly doesn't.

The other thing to note about this passage is the wonderful thing Harry can name about Ginny, is that she never cries. Yes, amazing reason to date someone, Harry.

However, Ron did not appear on the map, and after a while Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny’s name in the girls’ dormitory, wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right.

(Deathly Hollows, page 270)

Even when pulling out the Marauder’s Map to watch her dot Harry's thoughts are just to make sure she's alright, the same reason he watches out for Ron on the map after he leaves them. Hoping to see he's alright. Harry would do it to any friend he felt strongly about, it's not just Ginny. She doesn't get special treatment in his mind.

Ginny Clearly likes him though, quite obsessively so, even as they grow older...

Ginny made it no secret she liked Harry in her first year with the Valentine's Day poem. The thing is, she never really stopped liking him, she didn't move on from that childhood crush. Quite the opposite actually.

“I never really gave up on you,” she said. “Not really. I always hoped. . . . Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself.” “Smart girl, that Hermione,” said Harry, trying to smile. “I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .” “But you’ve been too busy saving the Wizarding world,” said Ginny, half laughing. “Well . . . I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 647)

Ginny says at the top of this quote something I already talked about, but I'll say it again. She never gave up on Harry, she thinks them ending up together is fate. And she dated other guys throughout her fourth and fifth year to get Harry to notice her.

That is so gross, I don't even know where to start. I mean, she used a bunch of random guys, who all liked her, only to get Harry. She didn't care about their feelings, or these guys as real human beings, just that they could help her get Harry. And that is awful and one of the reasons I dislike Ginny.

The second part I bolded is Ginny explaining again, that she knew she and Harry were fated — this isn't romantic, this is terrifying and paints all her previous relationships in a really bad light.

She also mentions there she likes Harry, and that she likes that he's this saviour who needs to hunt down Voldemort. Now, first, she is clearly in love with the idea of the Boy-Who-Lived, and not Harry himself, because what she likes about him is his nobility and savior complex. Not just here, but in general.

While Harry definitely is heroic, he is also cunning, and clever, has some serious anger management issues, and isn't as noble as Ginny likes to paint him as. I feel like, here, when she says what she likes about him, she doesn't really know him. Harry doesn't want to hunt down Voldemort, he feels it's his responsibility. He would've been happy to be able to live his life without them being threatened constantly.

His 'saving people thing' is because he considers endangering himself less bad than endangering someone else. That's his low self-esteem talking, not his thirst for adventure. That and his (honestly correct) conclusion that he can't count on the adults or other people to do what needs to be done. Also, his sense of responsibility due to the prophecy, which he didn't really tell Ginny about in full. the prophecy and Dumbledore made him feel Voldemort is his problem to solve. It's not that he's happy about it. Ginny is in love with an ideal, not with the actual Harry Potter.

(I'll get to Harry's words here later)

Ginny caught Harry’s eye and looked away quickly, grinning.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 848)

And when going back to Harry's fifth year, even then (while she technically has a boyfriend) she is trying to get Harry's attention and is flirting with him. Not that Harry notices it's flirting because he doesn't think of Ginny in that way.

But Ron held up a hand to silence her. “She was really cut up when you ended it—” “So was I. You know why I stopped it, and it wasn’t because I wanted to.” “Yeah, but you go snogging her now and she’s just going to get her hopes up again—” “She’s not an idiot, she knows it can’t happen, she’s not expecting us to—to end up married, or—”

(Deathly Hollows, page 104)

I mentioned it above, but Ginny is the one who dragged Harry to make out with her, it wasn't Harry who initiated it. She does this after Harry broke up with her, which... well... yeah. I mean, at least Harry was willing, right?

And Harry says she isn't thinking about marriage, but Ginny definitely is. Remember, she thinks they are fated to end up together.

Now, as to why Harry is dating her and thinks he likes her...

I think she might have used a love potion...

Now, I know, I know, honestly, this is a theory I doubted for a long time. I mean, there's no way.

But I'm rereading the books right now, and ehh... I think whoever came up with this might have been onto something. It's kind of creepy actually.

Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion she’d made as a young girl. All three of them were rather giggly.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 70)

Love potions are a thing in the Wizarding World. They are legal to sell and use with no consequences. They are banned at Hogwarts, but we saw it doesn't mean much considering Romilda Vane snuck quite a bit in...

What I show in the above quote is how witches like Molly Weasly see love potions as a legitimate thing to giggle about. As if it isn't a horrifying rape drug that takes away someone's autonomy! Love potions aren't something to giggle about. And they're definitely not something to giggle about with two young girls...

But this is to explain, how to Ginny, who thinks she and Harry are meant to end up together, using a love potion would seem completely legitimate. It's a little, funny nudge, but it's not bad. Her mother used it, and so many other girls did too. Because it isn't treated as the horrifying thing it is. She grew up thinking of it as a legitimate measure to take if a boy you like doesn't notice you. A measure that she wouldn't be even punished for if it was found out.

Now, this is a long quote, but this is the one that made me even consider this theory as a possibility:

She hoisted a box wrapped in brown paper onto the table; it had clearly been unwrapped and carelessly rewrapped, and there was a scribbled note across it in red ink, reading inspected and passed by the hogwarts high inquisitor. “It’s Easter eggs from Mum,” said Ginny. “There’s one for you. . . . There you go. . . .” She handed him a handsome chocolate egg decorated with small, iced Snitches and, according to the packaging, containing a bag of Fizzing Whizbees. Harry looked at it for a moment, then, to his horror, felt a hard lump rise in his throat. “Are you okay, Harry?” asked Ginny quietly. “Yeah, I’m fine,” said Harry gruffly. The lump in his throat was painful. He did not understand why an Easter egg should have made him feel like this. “You seem really down lately,” Ginny persisted. “You know, I’m sure if you just talked to Cho . . .” “It’s not Cho I want to talk to,” said Harry brusquely. “Who is it, then?” asked Ginny. “I . . .” He glanced around to make quite sure that nobody was listening; Madam Pince was several shelves away, stamping out a pile of books for a frantic-looking Hannah Abbott. “I wish I could talk to Sirius,” he muttered. “But I know I can’t.” More to give himself something to do than because he really wanted any, Harry unwrapped his Easter egg, broke off a large bit, and put it into his mouth. “Well,” said Ginny slowly, helping herself to a bit of egg too, “if you really want to talk to Sirius, I expect we could think of a way to do it. . . .” “Come on,” said Harry hopelessly. “With Umbridge policing the fires and reading all our mail?” “The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” Harry looked at her. Perhaps it was the effect of the chocolate — Lupin had always advised eating some after encounters with dementors — or simply because he had finally spoken aloud the wish that had been burning inside him for a week, but he felt a bit more hopeful. . . .

(Order of the Pheonix, page 655)

Now, Harry, first, gets really weird about the Easter Egg. Why an Easter Egg would cause a lump in his throat, I have no idea. Maybe it smelled weird?

He didn't really want to eat the chocolate, he felt bad about it, which is again, very strange phrasing. especially as I think Harry's instincts are pretty decent, especially when it comes to potential danger. Ginny isn't mentioned eating from his chocolate, she's implied to be eating a different chocolate egg.

But the final section I bolded is the one I really want to talk about.

Harry didn't even notice Ginny approach him. Throughout this scene, he doesn't describe anything about her or his emotions for her. Then, he looks at her and feels more hopeful in a way he hasn't before, and he blames it on the chocolate. That's so incredibly strange.

So I read that, then read it again, and started thinking a love potion might be a possibility.

It'll explain why Harry thinks he likes Ginny and wants to make out with her, without once mentioning he finds her attractive, or that he even likes her personality. It'll also explain the weird way Harry describes his emotions for Ginny, his chest monster, that is. I mean, I believe Harry is gay, what do you think happens when you give a guy who literally can't find you attractive a love potion so he'd like you? He reacts weirdly. His like of you is off and unnatural and disconnected because he isn't affecting him the way it should.

Even when Ron was dosed with the love potion he could name things the potion made him like about Romilda:

“I love her,” repeated Ron breathlessly. “Have you seen her hair, it’s all black and shiny and silky . . . and her eyes? Her big dark eyes? And her —”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 392)

It's not like Ron could say what he liked about Romilda's personality though, he just knew he needed to be with her and she was perfect. This is frighteningly similar to how Harry thinks of Ginny.

Harry watches for Ginny on the map while traveling in Deathly Hollows. He's constantly drawn to her, but he doesn't have any actual feelings towards her. He wants to marry her but has no clue what her personality is like. He just thinks Ginny is great without knowing why.

Near the window was an array of violently pink products around which a cluster of excited girls was giggling enthusiastically. Hermione and Ginny both hung back, looking wary. “There you go,” said Fred proudly. “Best range of love potions you’ll find anywhere.” Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Do they work?” she asked. “Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question —”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 120)

Now, after the above scene in book 5 which I believe is the first time Ginny tries to dose Harry with a love potion, Harry still isn't dating Ginny, as we all know. What do we see Ginny do early in book 6, the book in which they get together? Try to buy a love potion from Fred and George.

And more importantly, she asks them: "Do they work?"

Why would Ginny ask that if she hadn't already failed with a love potion before?

I think, Harry's not being attracted to women, does affect how love potions effect him and the dosages he will need to be fed. And Ginny clearly isn't giving up on Harry. She said so herself — they were fated.

“Hang on,” said a voice close by Harry’s left ear and he caught a sudden waft of that flowery smell he had picked up in Slughorn’s dungeon. He looked around and saw that Ginny had joined them. “Did I hear right? You’ve been taking orders from something someone wrote in a book, Harry?”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 192)

One of the only things Harry comments about in regarding Ginny is her smell. He only mentions it from year 6 and onwards.

Now, I know JKR intended it to imply Harry smelled Ginny in amortentia and that he's in love with her. The thing is, it could just as easily be read as a smell he associates with Ginny and the Burrow because she dosed him with a love potion already. So he is used to smelling amortentia around Ginny and the Burrow, not because he's in love with her, but because the potion is there.

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair—

(Deathly Hollows, page 103)

When she kisses him after he broke up with her and she's trying to get him back, he mentions the smell of her hair again. How the smell is actually affecting him.

With all the evidence towards Harry not liking women, and the fact he doesn't even find Ginny attractive, I just have a hard time believing this. How can he go from coldly not caring about her in one scene to going into blissful oblivion from the smell of her hair?

Unless there is some variant of a love potion he is getting dosed with.

(I don't think this is a very popular opinion, but there is just so much that's weird about Hinny, that I can't find any other way to explain it in canon)

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Can you write about Veneer... Just, like, anything at all. I'm BEGGING. They could be headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, ANYTHING. My little gay mind can't handle it. If you don't have any ideas here are some that I have off the top of my head ^_^ (also if you could make any of these male reader I will love you forever BUT you obviously don't have to <33)

- Baking with him (but either veneer or the reader is a nightmare in the kitchen and everything goes wrong)

- Having a slumber party !! (Doing eachothers nails, hair, makeup, watching movies, just talking, possibly falling asleep in eachothers arms and being embarrassed in the morning)

- Playing hide and seek together

- CHRISTMAS WITH VENEER!!! (Decorating the house/Christmas tree, getting presents, playing out in the snow, just general festive activities:3)

- Reader who has a shit ton of stuffies and has named them all (introducing them to Veneer, cuddling, fluffy things)

- Eepy time (sleeping/cuddling hcs, shenanigans, not being able to fall asleep, weird midnight chats)

I had more but I forgot....

NAHHH UR LITERALLLY SO BASED I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!!! Veneer is literally such a criminal cuz like?? He kidnapped someone, tortured them, AND he stole your heart??? SOMEONE STOP HIM ASDKJALJSLD

Ended up combining a few of your ideas into one big concept! Hope you don't mind :3

Also heads up that this takes place before the events of Band Together took off! Just figured it'd be kinda hard to throw a sleepover when your ass is literally in prison lol

Veneer x Reader: when your favorite twink invites you to a sleepover

Includes: Male! Reader, sleepover shenanigans, fluff, slight angst, gaygaygaygay—

💎 You and Veneer would have to be INCREDIBLY close before he even considered invited you over

💎 Tbh I feel like getting invited to hangout with this guy in any way is actually? Kind of a privilage?? Like his fame is obviously a big factor in that but growing up, I doubt he had any actual friends who weren't his sister. I imagine him as kinda shy and non-confrontational as a kid, and though Velvet wasn't the BEST sibling, she never hesitated to cuss out whatever poor soul chose to pick on her brother. She's always been the one to lead and Veneer has always just followed

💎 I mean... the guy literally participated in tortue just cuz his sister told him to. He sheep coded as hell 😔

💎 So yeah, this boy probably has like zero experience when it comes to having friends who don't use him for his fame and/or are related to him by blood. Luckily you came along! Now he's actually got someone with whom he shares a genuine connection with!!

💎 Whether that connection is strictly platonic has... yet to be determined >;3c

💎 WITH THAT BEING SAID!! This guy has never once participated in a sleepover (hanging out in his sister's room doesn't count), and he's got absolutely no clue what to do ://

💎 Will conduct numerous amounts of research days in advance! And by research, I mean he's binging all his favorite chick flicks and having Krimp take notes aslkdhaljsdl

💎 FR THO!! THIS BOY IS JITTERY AS HELL WHEN THE TIME COMES TO ASK YOU OUT OVER LIKE---!

💎 "Oh heyyyy, (____)! Fancy seeing you here!"

"This... is my house?"

"R-right, right! Obviously! Um, anyway, do you like sleeping?"

"Uh."

"Also, u-uh, totally unrelated but have you ever wondered what the inside of my house looks like?"

💎 Pls just accept his invitation. If he gets any redder he might pop a blood vessel or something

💎 Heaves out the BIGGEST sigh once you say yes. He'll try to play himself off as nonchalant even though he's absolutely ecstatic, but like... the boy is literally vibrating with excitement okay, he's not fooling anyone lol

💎 Once the big day comes and you show up to his house— sorry, MANSION? Prepare yourself cuz he is most definitely giving a tour. From the indoor pool, to the outdoor pool, to the personal studio/production room, to the many walk-in closets, to a room that is literally just one big ball pit, to a heigh-ceiling hallway just lined with photos/painting of him and his sister... he is NOT afraid to show off asdkajsdlkhjf

💎 (Sidenote: don't worry about Velvet potentially intruding on the sleepover. She's agreed to step out for the day on her brother's behalf. Was definitely pretty pissy about having to vacate her own home but eventually relented... but Veneer definitely owes her for her kindness)

💎 Yknow all those cliche sleepover activities people do in movies? Yeah, you guys are doing literally all of them

💎 Such a dumbass <33

💎 NO LIKE ACTUALLY THO?? Krimp made Veneer a list of popular and totally optional things to do at a sleepover and the second he saw it, he was just like "uugh, seems like a lot of work but I GUESS I'll do it 🙄"

💎 You guys are painting your nails matching colors, doing facemasks, messing around with each others' hair— the whole shebang!! And considering this dude is rich as fuck, you just KNOW he's got nothing but all the top-of-the-line products 😤😤. Only the finest for him (and you <33)

💎 LET HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP!! I feel like he really enjoys it as a whole! Like it's probably his favorite part of getting ready for shows or just his day in general, and the only person he's done makeup for is Velvet (tho those instances were VERY rare)... but if you just? Suggest that he does yours for you?? Like just sitting back so he can do his thing, allowing him to call the shots like he rarely ever does???

💎 Literally swooning SO HARD ASLDHKALKJSJDLKJA

💎 Unfortunately the whole thing kinda backfires on him cuz: 1) you're already super cute without makeup, and 2) he knows what he's doing and could easily boost someone's looks with just some eyesliner and the right shade of lipstick

💎 He makes you look hotter, is basically what I'm getting at

💎 He's not sure if he's just done himself a huge favor or screwed himself over for the rest of the night

💎 Considering his crazy wealth and the fact he probably grew up pretty sheltered/spoiled, I doubt this boy knows anything about how a kitchen works lol. Like most of his meals were either made for him by Krimp or served at high-end hoity-toity restaurants with caviar that probably cost more than most organs sell on the black market ://

💎 So yeah, dinner is really gonna come down to you and your skill level

💎 If you know you're away around, CONGRATS!! You've just signed yourself up for cooking lessons with Veneer! And yes, the kitchen WILL end up a mess (but no worries, he'll just make Krimp clean it up). You'll definitely have to take the lead here and he's more than happy to let you do so! Just tell him what spices you need or what utensil to grab, and his ass is on it 🫡 If you wanna teach him how to knead dough or peel certain ingredients?? He won't complain (especially if said activity requires you two to be in close proximity hehe)

💎 Do NOT leave him alone in the kitchen for more than 10 seconds. You'll just return to find him trying to cut strawberries with the dull side of a knife u_u

💎 If you're also total shit in the kitchen?? No worries! Veneer may be living that high life but he's not above ordering takeout lol

💎 Remember those chick flicks I mentioned earlier? Yeah, you two are totally running a marathon of those. If you happen to have any good recs or other movies you happen to like?? He's totally willing to give them a try! Just know that if it's a scary movie… he's gonna be wrapped around you like a koala and screaming into your ear at every jumpscare

💎 He may be talentless but this boy can hit a high note if he feels he's in danger

💎 He may be different from his sister in some ways, but one attribute he shares with her is the fact that he's a TOTAL GOSSIP LIKE?? THIS BOY IS MORE THAN PREPARED TO SPILL THE TEA ON ANY GIVEN OCCASION—

💎 "Oh my gosh, did you HEAR about what happened to Nikki Mirage the other day??"

"No? Wait, who's that again?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO--- okay, sit down so I can educate you 😤"

💎 Him and Velvet literally thrive on drama, idk what else to tell you

💎 (he might also spill some tea about his sister... nothing too incriminating, but like, a few embarrassing childhood stories couldn't hurt, right?)

💎 Late night talks are a MUST!! At some point in the night the two of you end up like... nestled under the covers of whatever fort you guys threw together... you're facing each other, heads centimeters apart as you share a pillow... whispering and giggling for no real reason...

💎 Maybe he vents a little about his insecurities and the way Velvet treats him, less like a brother and more like a shadow she can manipulate as she pleases... and maybe you grab his hand under the blanket... yknow, just to comfort him or whatever...

💎 Veneer only ever gets physical affection when he visits his parents, and even then it's just like? The bare minimum?? Pats on the head/shoulder/back, brief hugs, chaste kisses on his cheek— that kinda crap. And it's so tragic cuz this boy is literally the biggest little spoon to ever spoon. Like actually pls just hold him

💎 If he wakes up the next morning to find you laying behind him? Arms wound around his middle?? You face burried against his neck/shoulder blades/top of his head????

💎 He is not moving from that spot even after you wake up too <33

Cannibal, I absolutely ADORE YOU FOR THIS ASK!! LITERALLY SO FUN TO WRITE SAKLJASADKJSD THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 (was originally gonna split this into two parts but was like, "nah, this ask deserves to be hella long" uwu)

Veneer redemption arc when??

#love that noodle limbed elastic shiny plastic twink <33 #can twinks also be himbos? or is having muscle mass a requirement?#guess he's just a dumb twink 😔#*me writing this and realizing that there are a lot of parallels btwn Velvet and John Dory*#mayhaps for another day #the guards at Mount Rageous Correctional Facility don't allow sleepovers unfortunately ;((#Veneer agreed to serve his time...#but at what cost #trolls #trolls band together #trolls x reader #x reader #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #ask

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exuberantocean · 7 months

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I want to talk about responsibility in Our Flag Means Death. And I want to talk about it specifically after watching Stede blame himself for Ed's actions and I want to talk about it after watching a number of people in fandom blaming Izzy for Ed's actions.

Because they were Ed's actions. Ed absolutely did those things. No one forced him to attempt to kill Lucius. No one forced him to strand half the crew or torture Izzy or drive the boat into that storm. These are things Ed did of his own free will.

I hope, I really hope that people understand that ultimately the one responsible for Ed's actions is, well, Ed. Because he was the one to do them. Was his mental health good at the time? Ha, God no. But while that certainly makes it easier to understand his actions, it doesn't excuse them and it doesn't make them right. They are still his actions, his responsibility.

Did Stede's failure to show up at the end of season 1 cause Ed's mental state? Look, it was crushing (for both of them in different ways really). But look, Ed could have assumed something happened to Stede (which really, something did happen to Stede) rather than leap to the conclusion that Stede rejected him. And even given that, most people who break up with or are rejected by a loved one don't do *vague handwave at the first 3 episodes of season 2* ...all that.

There's nothing wrong with Ed feeling rejected and sad. There's a hell of a lot wrong with his actions.

Did Izzy's words and actions cause Ed's mental state? Well, obviously they didn't help. If I recall correctly, Izzy's made some sort of comment to Stede about ruining Blackbeard which surely contibuted to Stede's mental state and his actions at the end of s1 but, you know, Stede's a grown man and his actions are his own. Similarly, Izzy's taunts to Ed at the end of s1 come from a place where Izzy had a specific idea of how Ed was that was, well, perhaps not as wrong as some fans would like to think, but certainly incomplete, lacking, perhaps even misunderstood.

Perhaps misunderstood works best. Izzy knows the confidence that Blackbeard has always seemed to hold, the command, the compacity for violence, but he lacks the understanding of who Ed is. It's understandable that Izzy would want that back (I mean, I hate to break it to you, but they're pirates, the violence thing is part of all that). But, you know, I don't think Izzy's ever been a character motivated by just a desire to fuck things up. He's no Iago. Izzy clearly loves Blackbeard and that's perhaps his greatest flaw. He loves Blackbeard so much, but doesn't understand Ed at all.* ** Regardless of Izzy's motivations, he does play a significant role in escalating the situation. He words contribute to both Stede and Ed's turmoil. I'm not saying he has zero accountability here.

But.

Ed always had a choice one what to do, how to react. His actions remain his own. He could have ignored him, or tried to get over Stede or had Izzy tossed off the ship or any number of things. Instead, Ed chose to do what he did.

More importantly, by denying or ignoring Ed's own capability for his own actions, I feel like it overlooks what I see as the most powerful potential storyline in the show (obviously, I have no clue if they'll actually go this way, but I hope they do).

Ed, the man who feels unlovable has done horrible things. And, just maybe, he can still be loved. (Oh let's face it, we know he will be - he is already by Stede.) I don't even mean just by Stede (I mean, let's face it, Stede's likely to continue blaming himself for this), but by the crew he so badly treated. It will be interesting to see how things move forward. Regardless, I can't wait to see what happens next.

Who hasn't done horrible things? I mean, hopefully not at Ed levels of horrible. But God, what a lesson to be learned, to be loved even after your worst. One of the reason I think we humans are so compelled to create and follow stories is that we learn so well through them. How many of us out there feel unlovable, unloved, as deeply as Ed? How many of us are drowning in our misery, pulled down by weight of our own trauma, or our wrongdoings or perceived wrongdoings?

And how many of us are just as wrong as Ed was? Not because we aren't capable of bad-because new alert-we all are, but because we aren't defined by that and because we aren't destined to be defined by our darkest moments. And because humanity is even more defined by it's compacity to love and forgive than it is for our compacity to hurt and destroy.

Because I want to watch both that boat and it's co-captain rebuilt together.

*This is, perhaps, why Ed could never love Izzy. Because all Izzy saw was Blackbeard and Ed needed someone to love Ed - someone he could be Ed with and that be okay. Perhaps things will shift between Ed and Izzy after this...I mean, things must shift between the two after this, but perhaps Izzy will finally start seeing Ed? Who knows.

I also think Izzy's work at protecting the crew and his attempt to fix the situation (woefully too late) is worth something).

#ofmd #spoilers #meta #ed teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #2 Ging (HxH)

He finds you annoying (at first)

Can’t begin to fathom how he got stuck with you

Or why

Ging, the boar-ish man who’s an absolute ass, stuck with an idiot who can’t take hints?????

“Go away.”

“Ooohhh on a trip!!???? Where we heading.”

And then you look at him with those puppy dog eyes and he gives up.

“Bother someone else.”

“But you’re my friend???”

He may be completely stuck with you, but he will not baby you

You tripped?

Don’t be a baby, get up

You’re cutting with the wrong end of a knife?

Figure it out yourself

Lost your way home?

Good

He does classify you as harmless after he’s gotten used to your presence

But then he sees you fight and his perspective changes big time

He’d gotten himself into trouble, as Ging does, with a couple of angry goons

Now Ging could take care of himself perfectly fine. (He’s just lazy and doesn’t like to put in any effort)

But to you, your stinky little rat friend was cornered 🥺

Poor little buddy was gonna get pummeled

So you stepped in with your nen

And it was a sight to see

“Collapse.” One word and your aura had overwhelmed the enemies.

Not even one punch, just one word and you’d won

He lets you stick around without complaints after that

But only on the condition that you’d fight his battles from then on

He’s a goblin, the same man who left his son for 12 years. Is he not supposed to use your surprising strength to his advantage???

“Y/n, Pariston is being mean.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass!!!!”

You become known as his guard dog, much to Ging’s delight

It means less people bother him

It also means he gets to bring you in on Zodiac meetings

“I won’t go if they’re not allowed in.”

Will not change his mind

You make things more amusing and less boring.

The others don’t mind (except for Pariston)

In fact, Cheadle prefers having an unbiased and unintimidated party to hash out ideas to.

Ging has absolutely no clue he likes you until you leave for your own hunter business

You’d be gone for a month and he’d be alone with his thoughts

No sound of breaking objects

No constant buzzing from his phone (you and kite being the only people who had his number)

And no idiotic ramblings

It was too quiet without you

And it didn’t seem like you to be completely no contact

So little by little he began to worry

What if you were hurt somewhere?

What if you were being tortured somewhere?

What if you had just decided to stay gone?

You hadn’t gotten fed up with him, had you?

He decided to find you

Not because he missed you, what you’re crazy, he would never 🙄🙄🙄

It was because you probably got stuck somewhere and needed his help

And he had nothing better else to do

That was it!!!

He searched everywhere for you

Everywhere

But there wasn’t a trace of your nen

Was this what Gon was going through????

Man he owed that kid an apology when he found him

But that wasn't important right now, you were missing

You were a blacklist hunter so the possibility of you being dead was certain

However, as he checked into a shitty hotel after yet another day of looking for you, he could sense someone was following him.

It wasn't wise to track one of the best hunters in the world

An even worse choice to track one that was already pissed

"Just tell me what you want and get it over with." He was surprised to find himself engulfed in a hug

Then a very familiar voice filled the space

"Ging!!!! I missed you!!!!"

It was you

You were okay

You were alive

Of course you were, he'd seen you take out an entire group with just one word

Why the hell had he been worried???

He pushed your face away with one hand, a pout on his face.

"What did I say about touching."

You begrudgingly let go

"Fine. But what did I say about showering."

Doesn't let you leave by yourself anymore after that

"But Ging, I need to get paid. It'll just be for a few weeks"

"And I told you not by yourself. Last time I let you go alone you had a bounty on your head."

Calls you puppy or pup

Why?

Because you follow him around like a golden retriever

Doesn't let anyone else call you that

Will and has fought them

Doesn't like to engage with Pariston, but loves it when you do

"Oh, looks like Ging brought around his little guard dog again."

"What about it rat man?"

"I just think it's unnecessary for a grown man to have somebody else fight his battles."

"You're just jealous that everybody would rather fight you than for you. That and you're a bi-"

"The meeting has begun!"

He absolutely melts when he sees you interact with Gon

Your eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the small boy.

He was sobbing about what happened to Kite when you picked him up and started cooing

"AWWW!!!! ITS A MINI GING!!!"

And Gon stops crying immediately

"Look at how smol he is!!!! Aww precious boi!"

Gon's blushing, embarrassed by your sudden attention

And Ging is staring at the two of you with stars in his eyes.

His family, happy and complete

But he'd die before he'd admit that.

You and Gon get along so well and are constantly keeping each other engaged

Which is great for Ging, who is glad to have a small break from all your energy

But also not great because this immature man still wants all of your attention

Gon may be his son, but Ging found you first 😡

Ging's actually the one who has to ask if you're dating or not

You two spend so much time together

You live together

You refer to Gon as your son

"Are we dating?"

"Haven't we??? For a couple months, right???"

And he goes along with it because why not.

"Just testing you," and gives you a peck on the cheek so you don't suspect anything.

An: The easiest head cannons of my life ngl. His character was so fun to write for.

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How would Yandere Killua, L, Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Chuuya, Dazai and Edogawa Ranpo react to their darling being kidnapped and nearly killed?

I finished D. Gray-Man!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, aged up characters, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, death

Kidnapped and nearly killed

Killua Zoldyck

🪀Killua's darling has a target on their back considering from which family Killua comes and everyone who holds a grudge against the Zoldyck family would leap at the chance to perform revenge on someone who isn't a professional and highly dangerous assassin. If it wouldn't be for the silver male constantly lurking somewhere near his darling, things would be easier for everyone because he detects harm from miles away and whatever he categorizes as something that will hurt you will be dead by the next day. When it comes to your safety Killua reduces himself to a ruthless killer, though he believes himself to be in the right. He isn't like his family who kills for fun or money, he kills becaus he loves you dearly and wants to protect you. It makes all the difference for him and no one wants this guy coming after their head, believe me when I tell you this!

🪀So as long as Killua is anywhere near you, stalking and protecting you, there is no chance in heaven or hell that anyone would be able to do as much as touch you. An opening is only there when he isn't for once with you which only happens when something really important happens. There isn't much time though and anyone who is aware who your lover is knows that because Killua has learned over time to develop a sixth sense when it comes down to something bad happening. A sudden wave of dread washing over him that churns his stomach up, the uneasiness and stress peeking as this bad feeling takes over and he rushes to your place, praying silently for you to be safe. Instead you are gone, he can't reach you on your phone and it doesn't take long for him to find clues that confirm that you've been kidnapped.

🪀He goes through several stages of emotions. Anxiety, dread, paranoia, fear and a icy rage that fills every cell of his body. Where is his darling?! Are they safe?! Killua tries to rationalize that letting his anxiety get the better of him won't do any good, he has to stay calm and bury his emotions as good as possible so he can think. Time is ticking though as there is this dreadful uncertainty whether or not you're even still alive or if you're being tortured this very minute. Despite this crippling fear, Killua manages to focus quite well since he knows that he will find his s/o again and that the bastards who dared to take you will pay the price. He has experience in collecting hints and hunting down the target. It's just like a murderous hunter going after his prey, a blizzard of hatred and rage storming inside of his heart.

🪀When he finds his darling, all he needs to do is taking in their sweaty and bloody experience before he finally completely switches over with a haunting and hollow look in his eyes. It's just straight out of a nightmare as he slaughters everyone without making even a single noise. Blood is everywhere after he's done and severed limbs lay around but despite it all Killua manages to come out clean, a single splash of red blood on his face the only hint to the small massacre that just happened.

🪀Only after he killed everyone does his anger ebb away and terror and fear takes over as he rushes over to his darling, freaking out even more when he notices their bad condition from up close. With his distrust in people newly awakened, the doctors caring for you after have to be especially careful because one wrong move ends with the fatal loss of one limb if his soulless expression isn't already the stuff from nightmares enough. He never leaves your side once, he doesn't sleep and never drops the threatening aura he emits whenever someone is close, so cold and thick that every breath hurts. You stay only as long as necessary before Killua instantly takes you to him and locks you inside of his house, terrified for your safety. He never held the thought of abducting you very high since he used to be imprisoned himself in his old home but he's incredibly distraught, horrified and paranoid to the point where he starts shedding the one or other tear once he's alone with you. He's convinced now, he can't leave you alone ever again.

L Lawliet

🍰L is very well aware that he risks something when he starts gaining a rapid interest in his s/o and that potential risk only enhances once he starts actively going out of his usual zone to interact with them. At one point stalking them via trackers and cameras he put in every corner of their house isn't enough anymore, he finds himself craving a real human interaction which isn't very common for him. It is a peril yet meeting you in person and talking with you...feels so nice. L experiences something he normally doesn't experience and like a man addicted he finds himself wanting more and more from this feeling, from you. Having to keep his identity a secret from you, indulging in his hobby of stalking you and simultanously protecting you through his stalking become part of his daily schedule, nothing beats meeting you in person though.

🍰It would be difficult to track L and you down once the situation has escalated to the point where he has already abducted you and drags you like this to every single country that needs his assistance. The best shot would be going after s/o if they're still a free person, as free as one can be if their entire house is wired and loaded with cameras. L, as much as he'd love having you all the time by his side, has cases to solve and work to do, moments where he can't watch you for a while. It's sort of ridiculous though, testing a detective who is known to be the best and L, as someone who can't really go on for long without catching a short glimpse of you, notices quickly that something is wrong. You're gone, he can't see you on his screen anymore. No camera is showing you on the footage.

🍰The two dots connect quickly and for maybe just a short moment he is stunned by the fact that someone actually managed to sneak past his security system to the point where he didn't notice instantly. Maybe he is even mildly fascinated if it wouldn't be for the fact that you were just kidnapped which stirs up another unfamiliar emotion inside of him. A feeling of indisposition that makes him physically a bit sick and unpleasant thoughts afflicting his mind. He wants this feeling to go away, wants to have you back safe and sound and so he instantly decides to drop everything else and focus on this current task. There are tons of clues left behind since he is able to get his hands on footage from the entire town and on top of that chances are high that he has a tracker somewhere on you.

🍰This queasy feeling stays throughout the entire ordeal though, even after he has located you and sent the police and reinforcements after you. He even decides to go personally under a fake alias of course, Watari accompanies him. But it is the moment where he catches a glimpse of you being hastily taken into a ambulance and the red and sticky liquid that the true nausea hits him, eyes following the ambulance like a hawk until he lost sight of it. He just stands there frozen for a couple of moments before he finally informs Watari that he wants to see you.

🍰His normal goal is just exposing crimes and passing judgement down on those people, but he's experiencing for the first time the need to manipulate everything a bit more to charge the culprits with more evil than they have already done. His mind is made up from that point on, that he wants to take you with him now because this was too close for his own taste. Things are set into motion after you've reached a stable condition in the hospital. A simple transfer whilst you're still in a condition where you can't put up much of a fight combined with a serum to put you out long enough so everything can play out just like L has wanted it to be. He's already thought of a nice little story to explain your sudden disappearance and has already ordered everything to continue your treatment until you're fully healed. The detective decides to wait for you to wake up after you've arrived, to explain everything to you now. He expects defiance but think about it. Would you be willing to go through the same horror again like you just did? Next time he might not make it in time.

Eren Yeager

👊In Paradise, Eren’s darling is quite untouchable to say the least. The man has his own goddamn cult at this point in time, two rather protective friends who treasure s/o as well and the Titan Shifter himself. Eren is a paranoid man, he has learned that the world isn’t quite what he believes it to be when he was younger and one of the very few pillars he has left now is his darling, a person he clings to dearly. Dangers are everywhere even after Titans are mostly gone and there are only a handful of people he really trust when it comes to you. There are really either two ways someone would want to harm his darling actively. First option would be someone from within the island holding some sort of grudge against Eren or some invader from Marley for whom Eren is the biggest threat to mankind and what better way than to get to him by using you as a bait?

👊There are only that many moments there is a good opening though considering how unwilling Eren is most of the time to leave his darling alone. Most of the time he is glued directly to their side and he is willing to commit homicide against anyone who tries to hurt you. If he isn’t able to be with you because he has to deal with something, he most likely asks Mikasa or Armin to look after you since those are the people he trusts the most. Connor, Sasha, Historia and Jean hold a good amount of his trust as well and the last option, one he discreetly dreads, is asking Floch and the Yeagerists to look out a bit for you. This might seem paranoid in your eyes, but for Eren all of this is necessary to stay sane. When he hears the news though, he suffers a short meltdown and goes into hyperventilation with Mikasa and Armin trying to calm him down.

👊He’s beyond furious as soon as he's calmed down a bit, shaking with rage as fear bubbles up in his stomach as he imagines what you might have to go through in this very moment. Eren can’t waste any time and just storms off like this and anyone who tries to stop him will be yelled at, even if those people would be Mikasa and Armin. Eren is too short-tempered and anxious to wait for any clues, he has to act and find you quickly and his friends and the Yeagerists participate. They all try to stay in contact via signal flares so that everyone knows if someone has found a lead. Whether Eren himself finds your whereabouts or someone else, the moment he knows the direction he is away in his Titan form and at this point he isn’t exactly careful anymore. If it wouldn’t be for Armin or Mikasa who are with him because they know that Eren is currently in a more violent state, he would leave behind a path of fair destruction.

👊He’s already that shortly away from entering a frenzy rage but once he’s arrived at the scene and catches one glance at you, it’s over. Eren completely loses it and lashes out, attacking and crushing everyone he doesn’t recognize as an ally. He’s homicidal, he wants to kill everyone who dared to take you, dared to hurt you and whilst Eren is busily turning people into mush, Mikasa and Armin rush over to escort you away from the bloody scenery unfolding itself right before your eyes.

👊Unfortunately Eren notices this as well and with his mind by now a bit blurry with wanting to gruesomely kill anyone who hurt you and wanting to safe you, he reacts hostile when he sees you being taken away. It’s not like he attacks his friends, he just suddenly moves rapidly over to both of them and snatches you away from them as careful as he can in this form. Only to panic when he finally gets a closer look at your condition, terrified because he doesn’t know what to do and yet also just as frightened of the thought to hand you over. His friends need some time to soothe him enough to start thinking rationally and to bring you to a hospital. As soon as he’s left alone with you, he just bursts out in tears. He actually even starts yelling a bit at you, only because he is on the brink of a emotional breakdown again because he blames himself more than anything for what happened to you. After that experience, Eren seems to glue himself to your side even more than normally and especially whilst you're still healing from the wounds he never leaves you alone.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️Levi...doesn't give off the nicest impression when people meet him at first yet he is insanely protective over his darling. They're the undeniable soft spot this man harbors inside of his heart and that is made obvious with time. Now, Levi is either respected or feared or even both among many since he's someone no one wishes to mess with due to his Ackerman blood. Knowing that he's your partner makes someone think twice whether or not to be rude or do something to harm you because if Levi finds out, and he most definitely will, he will chase the person down and not only force out an apology but also give a warning. It is quite the frightening experience for really just anyone to witness because if looks could murder, Levi would have killed a dozen of people already.

⚔️Despite his protective side, Levi has to leave quite often for missions and since the people he trusts are part of the Survey Corps just like him, you are left alone whenever he has to go on missions or has some business to deal with. A perfect time and the best time because Levi is ruthless himself when it comes to dealing with people who want to harm his s/o. He is a short-tempered man himself and if someone seriously tests their boundaries, he leaves them with broken bones. He's actually a person who doesn't instantly suspect the worst when he comes home and doesn't find you there, as long as there are no hints indicating a fight that is. You have your own life and Levi respects that. Only after some time has passed on and you still aren't back is the moment where he feels that cold shiver going down his spine.

⚔️He asks neighbors about whether they know where you went or not, searches in the places you went today and asks around again. No one has an idea where you are and that is the point where he starts connecting spots and assumes a bad scenario. The cue word for him to head out, armed with his equipment and a queasy feeling in his stomach. He's tried to pinpoint roughly where you were last seen and continue from there. It would have been probably wise from him to ask for some help, the man finds himself in a rush, disturbed with the knowledge that there is a possibility that you were kidnapped. Levi manages to stay for the most part rational and calm though which allows him to discover this one suspicious person that lurks around late at night in the streets, headed for an empty storehouse.

⚔️He follows the man secretly inside and finds you. Tight to a chair, beaten up and wounded. And just like that the silent and suppressed anger he's been keeping under control so far explodes and before the people even get a warning, they get attacked mercilessly by him. Levi actually holds his full furry partially back because otherwise he might end up killing someone. Less out of kindness than his desire to force one of your kidnappers to tell him why exactly they took you before he knocks them out as well. He plans to let the others in on what happened which is why he keeps them alive and ties them up.

⚔️But before that he frees you and instantly rushes to a hospital, scolding you throughout it all for your own inability to walk through the city without getting in trouble. He's in reality quite distraught, the injuries you sustained more severe than he thought and he tries to somehow keep you conscious. After you're in treatment, he informs Hange and Erwin of what happened since he trusts both people the most so they can take care of the pathetic beaten up bunch in the storehouse. He can't catch any sleep at all that night, too wary that possible allies of those gusy will try to take you again, especially if the whole kidnapping thing is connected to followers of the overthrown regime with the fake king. Levi isn't as stubborn as to permanently glue himself to your side like Eren, there is an increased uneasiness to leave you alone for a longer time though, especially since you're still limited due to your injuries. Orders you strictly to take it easy until you're fully recovered and you're chided like a little child when he catches you doing something you shouldn't do in your condition.

Ken Kaneki

🔲Kaneki is one of the most paranoid guys out there, especially since he experienced first-hand how quick things can go the wrong way. It doesn't matter whether you're just a normal person or not, life throws unexpected things at you and the world lets you suffer for something you didn't even do. That's the kind of image Kaneki has from this world by now and he's horrified that his darling will be a victim of this rather ruthless turn of events. Really anything can happen, they could be attacked and killed by a ghoul or be involved in a terrible accident. Kaneki stalks strictly at first, debatting whether or not he should actually take his darling or not. He doesn't really trust himself, fears a terrible rejection and disgust from your side. Why shouldn't you react like this though? He's a monster after all.

🔲Kidnapping could either be just kidnapping or a more interesting scenario behind it. Personally believe that it wouldn't be the doves since they would rather see you as a victim and resolve to protect you. Maybe a ghoul who holds a grudge against Kaneki after he joined the Aogiri Tree? Or just a sadistic ghoul who likes to toy with his victims? Maybe it was even a human. Considering the fact that the kidnapping was successful means that Kaneki wasn't watching you at that time. Words couldn't even comprehend how he felt when he returned later only to find you gone. You weren't home...you were gone. He assumes automatically always the worst, by now he knows your routine pretty well and normally you're always home at this time. So where are you?!

🔲It's a miracle that he doesn't lash out instantly. His chest hurts with a stinging pain and his breath is uneven, somehow he still manages to head out to all the places he knows you usually go on a normal day. There is no sign of you though and the more time passes by, the more this pain inside of his chest intensifies as every breath becomes more difficult to draw in. When he trails the way down you usually take to walk home, he finally spots something that has the blood in his veins running cold. Marks of a fight and your phone, broken on the ground. Silence engulfes his senses for a moment, wrapping it's tormenting arms around him as his mind fills itself with gruesome images. Kaneki becomes more and more undown whilst searching the entire district until a small stroke of luck befalls him.

🔲He smells blood that has his mouth watering shortly before the both you have eye contact. And suddenly his vision turns crimson red and his Kagune pierces the first person. Ghoul or not, Kaneki turns into an absolute madman, ripping apart flesh and bones in a lunatic fashion, his own brain isn't even registering the wounds he sustains in the process. He just keeps on stabbing and stabbing and stabbing until he slowly snaps out of it and realizes that he's standing in the centre of the bloody and bony carnage, a terrified darling staring at him in horror. Something inside of him shatters.

🔲You aren't taken to a hospital like you should, you've seen him and the damage is already done. Instead he brings you to his house despite knowing that he isn’t exactly a medic. As of now Kaneki is unable to trust anyone though, his rational thinking has ceased to function as he can only replay what he just witnessed. Everyone is as of now categorized as a threat, Kaneki winds up trying to take care of you as good as he can. Of course if he would realize that his knowledge isn’t enough and you have suffered too serious injuries, he wouldn’t just let you die. The only option he has left then is going to Anteiku, a normal hospital is out of question since you could tell everyone what you just saw and that would mean you would be taken away from him. That won��t do it for him. Honestly, after this event Kaneki feels almost justified with the fact that he kidnapped his s/o. He was right after all, it’s like the world just wrote in bold words to him that it’s too dangerous for you alone out there. You need him to protect you.

Dazai Osamu

🤎You might not even notice it yourself, but Dazai is quite often around you, more than you’d be comfortable with. What can he say? He adores watching you without you knowing, stalking you is by far his favorite hobby so far. Witnessing you being oblivious to all of it is naively sweet and draws him in even more. Of course stalking alone doesn’t satisfy him enough, he makes his move soon at one point and just worms his way into your life. He aims for your heart and under his sweet and goofy facade hides this terrible man who is willing to get rid off everyone who stays in his way and is willing to emotionally hurt and blackmail you if the end result will be that he has you for himself. Considering his position in the past, he has potential enemies who want revenge. They’re terrified though, they know what a demon Dazai is once he decides to rip his mask off.

🤎If we’re going with the scenario of someone wanting revenge then Dazai’s darling is the perfect target. They’re just a harmless and normal citizen of this town and it’s not like Dazai can constantly smother them and glue himself to their hips. He has a job to do and even if he whines about the fact that he has to leave his love alone, he has made a promise to Odasaku and is still a loyal member of the Agency. It’s easy to kidnap his s/o if they’re left alone since Dazai hasn’t restricted their freedom just yet. He hasn’t been given a reason so far since everything has been going smoothly so far. His happiness is rewarded with your freedom. A bad feeling follows Dazai soon and as soon as he’s back, he’s already trying to call you only to not reach you. Friends and family of yours have no idea where you are either and it’s in that moment that he knows that something bad has happened.

🤎If you still have your phone with you, he might be able to find you quickly since he’s nasty enough to use the tracker app he’s installed to find you. Mainly to know where you are all the time, it would be more than just useful in this situation though. Even if that shouldn’t work, Dazai is still a smart man and can spot small leads and follow them just fine by himself and if worst comes to worst, Ranpo is still there. He doesn’t show it just yet, he’s worried sick though since he suspects if this has to do something with his part in the Port Mafia. If that’s the case, you are in severe danger since such people are never friendly. His anxiety is being accompanied by this truly terrifying and suffocating rage, he almost wants to mock whoever took you away because they just messed up greatly. The place where you’re kept is found a few hours later.

🤎Dazai’s reaction is quite a terrifying one because he acts like a man possessed. Initially he just wants to murder the person who took you, something shatters temporarily inside of him though when he sees the state you’re in. He laughs and cries altogether, a murderous and frenzy look in his eyes and if some members of the Agency aren’t there to stop him, he’ll strangle whoever is responsible for this slowly with a sadistic glee on his face.

🤎The satisfaction is only short-lived though and his darker side fades as soon as he rushes over to you and frees you, stomach churning when he notes all the blood and wounds littering your body. You’re taken to a hospital instantly to be taken care off with Dazai not straying away even once from your side. He’s constantly by your side and as soon as the worst is over and both of you are left alone he tears up again because he is relieved that you’re safe but also feels extremely guilt for what you just went through and also utterly paranoid since he almost lost you. This is the trigger that leads Dazai to the conclusion that you can’t go anywhere alone anymore, he has to be by your side. It starts instantly after you’re out of the hospital that he starts to guilt-trip and manipulate you into letting him go with you and stay with you all the time. He just wants you to be safe, people might still be after you. He’s unbearable and the question remains whether you’ll be able to endure it or not because Dazai is only that far away from locking you away.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya has his reasons to be paranoid, not only because of Dazai. He’s an Executive in the Port Mafia and it is just logical to assume that people who want to know informations about the organization or bribe or blackmail him would automatically use you as a bargain to make a deal with him. It often leads to this typical inner conflict of Chuuya where he is torn apart between his wish to live a normal and happy life with you where he doesn’t have to lock you away or giving you a safe life with the price of your freedom. A normal life sounds to good to be true after all he’s been through and maybe that is why he clings to this idea, wants it so desperately to work so you don’t have to know anything and he can keep you from behind the scenes safe. Between his hotheaded nature and possessive and protective traits he tries to make it somehow work.

🟠He’s a red flag by himself already, messing with his darling never ends well and Chuuya takes always quickly care of someone if they pose to be a possible threat because he can’t and won’t risk anything. Albeit he is clingy, protective and possessive, Chuuya has to go on his own missions and has to do his work. A time where he has to leave and always asks his darling to stay safe. You might see it as a little bit too much worries from his sides but you don’t know what he knows. Honestly, he’s just looking forward to spending the rest of his day with you after he’s finished with work but instead he is greeted with his personal and worst nightmare when he finds the house empty, things thrown around and a few drops of red liquid on the ground. Suddenly he hears his rapid heartbeat drumming in his ears and bile climbing it’s way up his throat.

🟠Where is his darling?! Are they hurt?! Which bastard dared to take them?! Anger is quickly overshadowing everything else and makes his blood boil before he races out of the house. He has to act quickly and has to track you down as soon as possible and that leaves him with few options. Somehow he knows that he can’t just storm off with no clue and so he can only think of two options which will help him to find s/o quicker. The first one is to ask Mori for help since as the leader of the Mafia he has various connections and ways to help track someone down. The second and faster one is asking Ranpo from the Agency for help. Both options are not pleasant for Chuuya, he wants neither to know about you yet he has no other choice. To whom he goes depends on how urgent he is, asking the Detective Agency involves sacrificing more of his ego.

🟠He goes alone anyways since reinforcements would only be in his way. He’s already boiling with rage the moment he kicks the door to the place open where you’re kept, but erupts like a volcano the moment he sees you. He just enters a violent frenzy and goes on a small rampage. Bones are broken, inner organs are damaged and the culprits are by the end either dead or already nearly there, beaten to the point where they’re completely deformed.

🟠On the verge of tears when he frees his darling who is shaken up and crying out of shock and fear. Chuuya tries to comfort them somehow, gives them a needy kiss and tells them that everything will be alright. He’s lying and he knows it, there is no way that he can enable you to live a normal life now and that knowledge just breaks a part of him. He gets you the medical treatment you need with help from the Mafia and after it’s certain that you’re in a good condition, he has to do the part he’s been dreading to do. He has to tell you the truth, or at least part of it, of what he is, for whom he works and what life in the future will be from now on. You will from now on not be able to leave the house without him for a while, you will move to a safer place with him, you will give basically your freedom up for a while. Arguing with him in his current condition might result in him shouting at you because he’s sensitive and overwhelmed right now. He’s terrified for you, upset and disappointed in himself, angry and incredibly hurt. Why can’t you understand that this is the only way to keep you safe?!

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Ranpo is one of the less intense Yandere to have, mainly because he is usually more carefree and laidback. He is confident in his skills and he doesn’t suffer from paranoia and insecurities unless he has a bad feeling. He can be quite annoying though because he has a bit of an ego when it comes to his abilities. He sometimes tells his darling that they should be happy that he spends so much time with them and turns people off by nagging about them and pretty much teasing them and making fun of them for everything. It is the problematic part of him his darling has to endure, especially the fact that he expects his s/o to dedicate almost all of their time to him. He likes to have your company and since he has no sense of direction and is pretty helpless when he doesn’t use his deducing skills, he just wants you to be his personal guide.

👓He doesn’t look intimidating most of the time and if one ignores his snarky and rude tongue, people might not even take him for much as long as they don’t know just who exactly he is. Being his s/o comes with certain threats and even if Ranpo doesn’t look like it, he tends to keep an eye on you sometimes because he knows of those risks. You’re an easy target after all if someone wants to settle something with the Agency. You have no special abilities and don’t spend as much time around the people working for the Agency. The perfect target for anyone who is too afraid to deal with the Agency personally. In that case this person has severely underestimated Ranpo’s skills as a detective or thinks that they will be quick enough to go through with their plan. It starts with Ranpo not reaching you on your phone before he already starts putting the puzzle together.

👓Ranpo finds his ego taking the first blow because he’s upset that he didn’t see this coming sooner and at the same time he starts to panic on the inside since he has a good picture of your current situation. Despite his fear he is still one of the calmest and most rational guys, he informs Fukuzawa and the others quickly about the situation and asks for help. He knows that even if he is a great Detective, physically he isn’t the strongest, doesn’t possess medical knowledge and he can’t safe you alone. His patience sometimes cracks a bit throughout the quick preparations where he tells everyone to be a bit faster. Ranpo is completely serious throughout the entire event, all traces of his usual playful side are completely gone and he is determined to safe his darling.

👓The operation proceeds fast the moment his friends and him break into the place where you are kept. Whoever kidnapped you isn’t prepared for the attack though as Ranpo has pretty much figured out who where is and how to quickly reach the room where you are kept. Ranpo stays as calm as he can even after seeing your condition. He tries to soothe you, tells you that you’re safe now and that Yosano will check on you before you’ll be brought to a hospital.

👓He acts unusually serious and comforting throughout the entire event, unfamiliar for you to witness after you’ve only ever seen his playful and teasing side. Ranpo acts like your pillar of comfort, he constantly is by your side and helps you to calm down if you’re still in shock or afraid and stays in the hospital. The first thing you see when you wake up the next day in the hospital is Ranpo who fell asleep on the chair next to you, lightly snoring. He won’t be able to stay the entire time with you, he keeps visiting you daily though and has by now regained his carefree side in an attempt to cheer you up. He even brings you constantly sweets and shares them with you. Despite this, Ranpo has gotten visibly more protective after there was a serious danger that your kidnapper almost killed you. During your stay in the hospital, he asks if someone can keep an eye on you so that no one will try something like this again and even after you’ve been released, he keeps you around even more. Ranpo doesn’t become quite as paranoid and doesn’t kidnap you, he just monopolizes your time a lot more and has gotten more careful.

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Ok final ask from me tonight: who in the crew would be the funniest for Izzy to fake date? I think angstiest would definitely go to Ed but funniest? Idk ~ blackhannet anon

Funniest (and angstiest) if Ed has no earthly clue that this is torture for Izzy. Also very funny that his only point of reference is Stede. Ed, in his mind: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate? He puts himself into the Stede role and treats Izzy real chivalrous and gentlemanly and whatnot, but.... very badly kaslfkjls. He doesn't actually know how to do it.

Stede

Stede, in his mind: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate? Can I be the pirate? I wanna be the pirate. I'm going to be the pirate. And Izzy has to figure out how to play along with that or they fail the fucking mission and get killed or whatever.

Jim

The extent of what they do to convince their mark is hold hands, poorly. Like Stede and Mary on their wedding day. ...At First. Izzy has been saying what a terrible idea this is since it was suggested, and as soon as it seems like he was right he's gloating even though it means he's failed. And then it's a challenge to Jim, a way to win and also wipe that smirk off of Izzy's face. They start hitting him really hard in the mouth with their mouth for no god damn reason except that the mark is, like, there.

Oluwande

Olu treats Izzy with chivalry, but like, real genuine working class chivalry. Every time Izzy looks into the middle distance, Jim is there, threatening him with great bodily harm. No one else ever sees them.

Lucius

The plan was not to fake date, but the mark made assumptions and they had to go with it. Lucius has an absolute blast. Izzy's internal rage/sexual tension is pulled so tight it's a miracle he doesn't snap right in half. Lucius is fully aware of this, and the knowledge is 80% of the fun he's having.

Black Pete

Izzy has never been called so many pet names in his life. He's never heard of so many pet names in his life. He attempts to return the favor and sounds like he is trying to speak a language he does not know. The mark falls for the ruse because Pete is very cute despite all obstacles, but they do take Pete aside after their business is done and ask if Izzy has something fundamentally wrong with him.

Frenchie

Somehow this is the most competent combination. Frenchie is adaptable and personable and can manage to fit with Izzy pretty well, even if he wouldn't actually choose to for real. They fall into simple, non-PDA demonstrations of intimacy like walking in sync or anticipating each other's movements. The only fuck up is that Frenchie does accidentally reprise "Jizzy" in front of the mark, and in the name of their cover Izzy has to answer to it.

Buttons

Izzy thinks this is the least objectionable combination. Buttons doesn't like him, but he's a competent sailor and he hasn't yet caused Izzy any real trouble. Of course, throughout the grift, Izzy is confronted with all the ways Buttons is an absolutely bonkers person who cannot be handled, understood, or even described. Buttons has an alright time, though. He tells the crew after it's done that Izzy is "a fine lad" but not his type. Izzy has no comment, as he has not yet recovered from his experiences.

Roach

Roach seems to genuinely think he Needs to know about Izzy's kinks and fetishes to make them believable as a couple. He tells Izzy his without shame or prompting. Izzy cancels the mission.

Wee John

Wee John insists he has to be a woman for this. He's fully aware that couples do not solely consist of one man and one woman. But he insists he has to be a woman for this.

The Swede

The Swede, out loud: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate?

#jack facts #jack chats #ofmd #izzy hands #fake dating #hc #is that everybody?? there are so many characters omf #sorry i couldn't think of anything funny for ivan & fang

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"I don't know what to do."

Q!Cellbit says as he stares into his missing son's shirt. Ever since he has gotten into the island, he has been figuring things out. He even created a whole ass organization to literally understand everything that was going on in this place. He has always been, first and foremost, a logical investig

ator and the leader of the Order. Everyone expected him to step out with answers at any given moment and he has always been able to do it. He was tortured, forced to lie to each and every person he ever loved, worked for the people he hates the most, only to come to all of them and be able to say "I know what to do. I know where to go."

Except, this time, he can't. He can't look them in the eye and say "I know where your kids are. I know how we can find a way to get them back.". He can't sit at the table in front of everyone and make plans. It's the only thing he has ever been good at. If he can't figure out where his own son is, how can he find out a way to leave this damn island?

This weight on his shoulders keep him from thinking straight. As long as he keeps being rational and calm, as long as he doesn't listen to these voices who visit him, everything would be ok.

Even if no one genuinely trusts him or believes him, he is trusted to keep everyone ahead and have a plan. Even if he doesn't have any leads, any clues or any signs he has to keep going. Or else he would let the voices win. He can't let them win and he cannot fail, or else it's going to be his fault. It's always his fault, anyways.

"I don't know what to do."

#qsmp #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp cellbit #qsmp richarlyson #cellbit

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cookierunauprompts · 2 months

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AU Prompt #19 - ✦

" ....ey........k....p!....." There's a discordant swell of sound drifting into his ears, it's chaos made into sound waves that could have been made to torture him specifically. It's all noise, he can't make anything of it. Not a song, nor anything spoken, nor a single damn clue as to where he is. " ....om...on! ....t up.....dy!....." He cracks open a single eye, everything is blurry but he can make out dark shades and quite a bit of blue. One of the blue things is moving, it seems close? Is it alive? It doesn't seem like it's a regular person... " GET UP!!!" A voice screeches, causing him to jolt to suddenly being conscious. He takes a sharp breath as he looks at the floating... thing??? that's in front of him? It looks like a gem, one with a pupil in it's center. It's also shaped like an inverted club except thin at the bottom( or well, the top?). " Finally! I thought you'd never wake up!" Oh, that's the voice he heard. So it's coming from this thing then? Weird, super weird. " ... What... are you?" He asks, god his voice sounds rough. It feels like it hasn't been used in thousands of years. " What am I? The real question here is what are you!" The gem? creature? questions him in a curious manner, floating around him in a circle. " Or maybe who are you would be better." " Who I am?" He asks, searching for a name, anything that could come to mind. Yet there were only fragments, fragments he could piece together to form an identity. Was it his own? Perhaps only partially, but it would do for now. " I'm... I'm Blu', and you...?" " Oh! This is funny, see, I don't think I actually have a name!" The being chirped, almost too gleefully in his opinion. " Buuuut! You can call me 'Shadow' if you want!" The thing- er, Shadow cheered. " Right..." He hesitated before he asked his next question. " Shadow? Do you have any clue on what this place is?" He asks, turning towards the club-shaped being floating near him. " Hm... Well, I've heard a few people call it the Spire of Truth, and some others calling it the Spire of Deceit, so let's call this place the Spire of Deceit and Truth!" Shadow chirped.

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Or, a 'Splatoon 3 Side Order' inspired au where Shadow Milk is split in half and has to ascend his own fuckass tower of bullshit. there's Blu', the body, and Shadow, essentially Shadow Milk's soul. Shadow has his memories in tact, meanwhile Blu seems to have amnesia.

And yet, how long had they been split? It certainly happened before Blu was dragged into the tower.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #hi I 100%ed side order and this spawned into my brain #anyways they might be human here. might not. who knows. that's for you to decide.

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Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly

Title: What's my name again?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: I just want Charles fucking the shit out of Pierre until he’s a complete mess and can’t remember his own name.

Pierre groans as Charles slams his back into the closing door of the hotel room. Charles wastes no time and slams their mouths together. The kiss is hard and passionate, Pierre is struggling to keep up with him. Pierre loves when Charles is in this kind of mood, it's not very often dominant Charles comes out to play but when he does Pierre finds himself rewarded with hard and passionate sex which he loves every minute of. Not that he'd ever tell Charles that, but still.

Charles breaks the kiss leaving Pierre a heavily panting mess. Charles locks their eyes together, a small smile playing on his lips which sends a shiver of excitement down Pierre's spine. "I want to forget about my race, but you deserve to be rewarded for yours." Charles pushes his fingers into Pierre's hair and pulls. "I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll forget your own name." Pierre cannot wait. His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when Charles uses the hand in his hair to push Pierre onto his knees.

"You know what to do." Charles smirks at him while opening the zipper on his pants and takes his cock out, while not removing his trousers. Pierre takes Charles' cock into his hand and licks his lips. He wants to push Charles even more though. "I have no clue what you wan-"

Pierre gets exactly what he's hoping for when Charles cuts him off by slamming his cock down his throat. Pierre focus' on breathing through his noise as Charles gives him no time to prepare and starts thrusting into his throat, the noises pulled from Pierre's throat are almost pornographic. He knows Charles is enjoying himself from the moans he's making.

Charles swipes a tear away running down Pierre's cheeks, the force of Charles' thrusts are making him teary but he feels so good just having Charles using his throat. Charles takes Pierre by the chin and lovingly brushes a finger across it, he can't help but lean into it. "You okay down there?"

Pierre does go make a sound but it's muffled by the cock in his throat, which the pulls another moan from the younger man. Pierre is rewarded by the first few drops of pre cum which he swallows greedily. "Got a bit of a mouthful there Pierre?" Charles thrusts deeper and hold him there until his vision starts to go dark around the edges, before he's roughly pushed off, Charles' cock slaps against his cheek.

"I don't even have to touch you and you're already hard." Charles raises an eyebrow, glaring at the obvious outline of his bulge through his pants. Pierre licks his lips in response trying to look as seductively as he possibly can. Charles is still staring at him, Pierre shivers waiting for the next order.

"Strip, I want to see your body." Pierre doesn't waste a single second and instantly removes his clothes, pulling off his Alpine jersey and drops onto the floor, his jeans soon following. He's not sure if he's supposed to take his underwear off or not.

"Well Pierre, what about your underwear?" Charles is raising his eyebrows. "I didn't-" Charles cuts him off, his eyebrows still raised with his hands on his hips. "Do you want to get fucked or not?" Pierre shrugs happily and kicks off his underwear into the pile of clothes already on the floor.

"Very nice, Pierre." Charles looks him up and down, Pierre feels slightly exposed being the only naked person in the room. "Get onto the bed." Pierre walks over to the bed and plops himself down, locking eyes with Charles who is walking towards him.

Charles jumps up onto the bed, still fully clothed and sits on Pierre's waist, pinning his hands to the bed behind him. Having Charles so close but not touching him in any way is pure torture, Pierre can't help the moans of frustration falling from his lips.

"Please?" Pierre moans bucking up his hips looking for any kind of contact. "Please?" Charles repeats, raising his hips, leaving Pierre with only air for friction. "Please Charles." Pierre tries again, his cock is embarrassingly hard, he's desperate for any kind of friction. "Please fuck me." Charles' laughs an evil smile playing on his lips. "If you can keep quiet, I will fuck you." Pierre glares at him, which only makes Charles' smile even wider. "Good boy."

Pierre lays back and keeps him mouth firmly shut and he's rewarded with Charles grinding down onto him. It's embarrassing that he's moaning loudly at the little cock but it feels like he's been hard for hours. "So needy Pierre."

Charles shoves two fingers into his mouth, Pierre starts sucking on them eagerly, carefully licking around each finger getting them nice and wet. Charles lets them slip out a long line of saliva connects Charles' fingers to Pierre's mouth. Charles slides off Pierre's hips and settles in between his spread legs.

"Let me know if it gets too much." Charles raises Pierre's hips slightly and massages around his hole. Pierre forces himself to relax, he already can't wait to feel Charles inside of him. "Such a slut Pierre, it's only fingers." Charles pushes the two fingers inside of him. "Only a slut for you." Pierre moans, embarrassingly loud as Charles starts to fuck him with them, sliding them in and out at furious pace. Charles soon rewards him by slamming into his prostate. The overwhelming amount of pleasure, is almost becoming too much to handle so he sneaks his hand between legs and starts to jerk himself off.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Charles slaps his hand away. "I need to." Pierre whines, he knows he sounds needy and pathetic but he doesn't care. "Put your hands behind your head, or you can jerk yourself off while I leave."

He does as he's told, but that doesn't stop him pouting up at Charles, who doesn't seem bothered in the slightest and continues fucking Pierre with his fingers, soon adding a third finger and still torturing Pierre with the slamming into his prostate. Just when he thinks he can't take anymore, Charles takes pity on him and lets his fingers slip out.

"Do you want my cock Pierre?" Pierre wraps his legs around Charles' waist and moans loudly. "Please Charles, I need it. I need you in me." Charles finally rips off his own clothing and then settles on the bed, laying besides Pierre. Leaving Pierre feeling very frustrated and very confused.

"Charles? What the fuck are you doing?" Pierre sits up and locks their eyes together. Charles obviously has something hiding up his sleeve because he can't keep the stupid smirk off his face. "You want me Pierre? Then fuck yourself." Pierre eyes up Charles' very hard cock then he understands. "You want me to ride you?"

Pierre crawls down Charles' body and crouches over his cock, placing one leg either side of Charles' hips, bumping the head of his cock against Pierre's hole. "Come on Pierre, i'm waiting." He digs his finger nails into Charles' shoulder and slowly starts to sink down, impaling himself on Charles' cock. Charles is fucking huge and the stretch hurts a little bit from the lack of lube but he soon reaches the hilt, moaning loudly feeling full to the brim of Charles.

"Are you fine Pierre?" Pierre nods biting his lip as he squeezes down experimentally around Charles, pulling a groan from the younger man. "So big, so full." Pierre places the palms of his hands against Charles' muscled chest for leverage and slowly lifts himself up, the drops back down. He moans loudly as the angle forces Charles' cock straight onto his prostate. Pierre tries to get a proper rhythm going but Charles hitting his prostate every time is sending him into a frenzy making his legs shake from pure pleasure.

Charles soon becomes impatient and grips tightly onto Pierre's hips and helps him ride up and down, bouncing higher and faster with every thrust. Pierre is losing it pretty quickly, even with Charles' help he's still battering into his prostate with every thrust. He can't hold back anymore he comes hard, splattering his load over Charles' chest. Pierre loses his balance during his orgasm and collapses on top of Charles' body.

"Wow Charles, you nearly killed me." Charles growls in response and lets his cock slip out of Pierre's body. "If you think I am finished with you, you have another thing coming." Pierre's orgasm fucked out brain has only just released Charles hasn't come yet. "What do you want me to do?" Charles glares at him. "Get on your hands and knees."

Pierre does as he's told, his body is exhausted and shaking but he already can't wait to feel Charles inside of him again and places his ass high in the air. Pierre looks over his shoulder just as Charles' places a hard slap on his ass. It burns and from the force of Pierre is quite sure he'll have a nice red hand print on his skin. "Fuck do it again."

"I'm the one in charge here Pierre, not you." Charles bites his lip, quite clearly trying to stop the smirk from forming on his face. Charles does spank him again, his hand swishes at through the air followed by the harsh slap echoing across the room. "That's for begging." The first slap is soon followed by another one, taking Pierre by surprise. "That's for coming too early." The finally one more, which is extra hard and crackles like a bolt of electricity "And that one is for being a needy little whore."

"I'm going to fuck you now." Charles kneeles behind him and presses the head of his cock against Pierre's already abused hole. Charles runs his hand over the freshly made marks on Pierre's ass cheeks. "You look so good like this."

That's all the warning Pierre gets before Charles sinks inside of him, he slides in easily and reaches the hilt in one swift move. Charles gives him no time to adjust, he doesn't need it really and pulls all the way out only to slam back inside again, repeating the motion a couple of times. Charles soon settles into a hard, rough pace, fucking Pierre with so much force that he loses his balance, leaving him face down ass up on the bed. Pierre rests his face on his hands as Charles fucks him with so much pace and so much power Pierre can't think of anything but Charles, Charles, Charles.

"You're exhausted Pierre, lay on your back." Pierre barely hears the words but he does as he's told, flopping down on top of the cool bed sheets. Charles is not finished with him just yet though and places his hands on the headboard behind Pierre's head and thrusts into him with all his might.

Pierre is quite sure he has never been fucked as hard in his life, the force is brutal and the only sound in the room is skin slapping against skin. Charles is close, Pierre can tell by the shaking of his hips and the erratic movements to his thrusts. Pierre yelps as Charles bites down hard onto his shoulder as he comes, filling up Pierre with his milky white seed.

Charles climbs off him instantly and disappears into the bathroom. Pierre feels so fucking good right now, it's like he's floating away and lost in the clouds somewhere. Charles comes back with a warm cloth and washes the mess away from his body.

"Pierre, are you fine?" Pierre forces himself to look at Charles, the younger man looks horrified. "Yeah why?" He manages to choke out but his voice sounds wrecked and he still feels floaty. "You have bruises all over your hips and my hand print all over your ass."

"I'm so sorry Pierre." Pierre finds himself pulled into a strong cuddle, Charles' arms wrapped protectively around him. Pierre's mind is starting to return to normal, something about having Charles close to him brings him back down to earth.

"Why are you sorry?" Pierre asks eventually, finally feeling much more like himself. "I thought, I might have hurt you." Charles plants a kiss onto Pierre's forehead. "You didn't but it's a good thing we're not racing tomorrow, don't think i'll be able to sit down.

Charles comforting eyes are the last thing he sees as he falls asleep, feeling safe, loved and protected. He loves Charles more than anything and he's quite sure Charles feels exactly the same way.

#charles leclerc #pierre gasly #piarles #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut

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The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it,

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well.

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t.

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick. What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower.

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze, and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting.

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.”

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

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EXAMINING VEGETA'S TORTUROUS TRAINING OBSESSION

GRAVITY TRAINING OBSESSION:

Vegeta became so obsessed with gravity training solely because he heard that Goku did gravity training during his 6 day space treck to Planet Namek during the Freeza Saga.

Contrary to DBZ filler, 300G was apparently too much for Vegeta before he could turn SSJ. So, the filler of him training under 450G is out of question. I say so because what we are shown of Vegeta's training in the manga is that he can't even stand in what is presumed to be 300G. As often was the case for Vegeta in DBZ pre-development, his ego was too big.

In reality, Vegeta in the original material could barely stand 300G a little better than Yamcha could in inaccurate DBZ filler.

This is why we see Vegeta training at 150G rather than 300G after that point. He appears to be able to handle 150G in base well enough to get a good workout. But, it's very unlikely that base Vegeta can handle 300G. He needs to turn SSJ for that.

DBZ Buu Saga: 150G's as a SSJ when training with Trunks.

DBZ Buu Saga: Possibly 300G's or more as a SSJ when training alone. Likely 150G's or a bit higher when in his base form.

DBS Beerus Saga: 150G's in his base form. And afterwards, he was sweating & exhausted.

Gravity training is what Vegeta is shown doing almost all the time. He did gravity training during the 3 years preparing to fight the androids, then continued to does so for the 7 years between the Cell Saga & the Buu Saga of DBZ. And around 4 years after the Buu Saga into DBS, Vegeta was still doing gravity training. So, about 15 years of constant gravity training in total.

TORTUROUS TRAINING:

Goku points out that constantly doing intense training isn't good for the body. Both the narrator & Goku go as far as to call overdoing training as "TORTURE."

However, we're shown that Vegeta constantly tortures himself in an attempt to exploit his Zenkai-Boosts because he doesn't understand how to properly train.

When Vegeta wasn't spending most of his time torturing himself in the Gravity Room, then he'd "train" by standing motionless out in the wilderness without eating, drinking, or doing anything for days while he let the harsh elements take a toll on his body; torturing his body in order to make it stronger (which negatively affected his mind, factoring into why he often used to ignore & neglect his family if it didn't have anything to do with his training).

In DB Chapter 365, Vegeta flew off in a huff. Later, it says 2 days then 3 days pass. In DB Chapter 366, {DBZ episode 147 & DBK episode 71} Trunks said that Vegeta stood in one spot for the past 3 days. But, when looking at context clues, it is more likely that Vegeta stood there for 5 days in total & Trunks was just around for the last 3.

In DBS Episode 15 & 16, Vegeta still "trains" by standing motionless for many days (possibly even a week or so) in harsh & dangerous weather when he isn't in the Gravity Room. Then, Vegeta returns to Capsule Corp. afterwards to wash up, eat, gravity training, repeat.

DIMINISHED RESULTS:

Vegeta kept attempting to exploit his Zenkai-Boosts, BUT there are limits to Zenkai-Boosts. After a while, Zenkai-Boosts stop as shown in the Buu Saga when Gohan didn't get any stronger after Dende healed him. And Gohan had way more potential than what Vegeta had.

Despite getting stronger from torturous "training" in the Gravity Room & building his durability by standing in harsh weather, Vegeta's gains aren't as great as could be if he trained properly.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOKU & VEGETA:

Goku was a low-born outcast Saiyan raised as an Earthling martial artist who trained properly all his life to acquire his strength, becoming a prodigy. After barely managing to keep up with Vegeta during their first encounter, Goku managed to pull further ahead as time progressed due to knowing how to control his spiritual energy.

Vegeta is simply a natural born prodigy amongst Saiyans who only understood how to exploits his natural abilities for power in his attempt to be stronger than Goku again. Before begging Whis to train him, Vegeta had no teacher besides the bit of combat training he recieved as a child by Saiyans who don't know how to properly train.

This is why Vegeta's SSJ2 was significantly weaker than Goku's SSJ2 and he resorted to letting Babidi possess him just to catch up. Vegeta is in fact more gifted than Goku & he had trained harder, HOWEVER Goku knows how to train correctly to get stronger.

WHY KI CONTROL IS SO IMPORTANT:

Control of your ki is the best way to surpass your limits.

Just like all Saiyans before him, Vegeta mostly relied on his raw power & the Saiyan ability of physical transformation to surpass his limits rather than ki control. This is why Vegeta began falling behind Goku after their first battle.

And as Whis explained in DBS EP 16, Vegeta needed to learn ki control if he ever wanted to surpass Goku.

Once Vegeta learned advanced ki control from a godly being like Whis, he actually caught up to Goku's newfound power he acquired from becoming a SSG.

However, as shown in DBS EP 18, Vegeta STILL has the bad habit of over-training himself when he needs to be resting.

Meanwhile, Goku applied the Turtle School teachings of "resting well" & didn't torture himself unnecessarily.

Currently, in the timeframe of DBS: Super Hero, Vegeta has began to rest well & even began to meditate.

After about 20 years when he had his first serious battle on Earth, Vegeta is finally becoming a proper martial artists and going down the path of Budō.

EXTRA:

Vegeta's gravity training obsession was actually a Goku obsession. So, Vegeta training in the Gravity Room less in DBS is a sublte way to tell the viewer that he is becoming less obsessed with Goku & becoming more of an actual martial artist. However... He still trains almost all the time. It's just as Bulma & others like Freeza have said, Saiyans are battle-addicted.

I personally believe that Vegeta is physically stronger than Goku. One reason being that during the Buu Saga while base Goku trained with 8 tons on his body, base Vegeta trained in 150G which would make his entire body weigh 9 tons. However, Goku is far more adept when it comes to ki control & with using his ki to amplify his physical limits. Goku is also a much more skillful fighter due to his martial arts upbringing. DBS: Broly does a very job at highlighting the difference between how they fight. Vegeta was more about brute strength while Goku was more about skill.

Hypothetically, it's possible that Vegeta could turn SSJ3 now that he has trained under Whis, but such a stamina draining transformations is pointless since Vegeta has SSG & SSB. Also, Vegeta probably doesn't know how to transform into SSJ3 due to not needing it at this point.

Vegeta did have an outburst of anger when Beerus slapped Bulma, allowing his SSJ2 form to surpass Goku's SSJ3 form but, everyone gets a power boost through anger, even human characters. Krillin got one when Yamcha died & Tien got one when Chaozu died. It's not a Saiyan thing. It's a human emotion thing. And Vegeta becoming more "human" is what gave him this power boost. Well... that along with the fact that Babidi released Vegeta's potential beyond his normal limits which allowed him to reach greater hights than he normally could before. Also, the fact that Goku trained less when he came back to life because he began to work as a farmer. Meanwhile, Vegeta trained everyday & at times all day, allowing for Vegeta to gradually close the gap a bit between himself & Goku.

Vegeta stops abusing his body so much with gravity training in DBS. After he began training under Whis, the only instance I can recall of Vegeta training in the Gravity Room again was in DBS EP 51. (However, he & Goku do train in the Gravity Room together once in the DBS Manga Continuity after the Tournament of Power.) Instead, Vegeta began sparring more often. Training with Goku is beneficial to increasing both of their strength due to their Saiyan-Power (the natural Saiyan ability to grow stronger during battle). IF Vegeta & Goku still get Zenkai-Boosts, it's not very significant anymore. And the Zenkai-Boosts would apply for their current highest Saiyan form. But, Saiyan-Power is still a natural ability they still have to make them stronger.

#Vegeta #Gravity Room #Goku #Vegeta's Goku obsession #DB #DBZ #DBS #DBZ filler

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