#i want being near them as a form of comfort to be an option

[forthevillains]

A lovely distraction

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader (18+)

Imagine cockwarming Wesker. He's doing his paperwork, as usual, filling up the tiring reports that barely have any of his attention while he has you in his lap, naked, trembling and stuffed with his cock that has already stretched you enough so that you adjusted to its size.

Your eyes were slowly closing as the comfort and warmth of your partner made you feel safe enough to do so. You cuddled closer to him, holding the fabric of his shirt in between your soft fingers as his arms kept you steady in place.

Once Wesker noticed that you're drifting off to sleep, a small smile crept on his face. He put the papers down, gently moving his hands to hold onto your hips, keeping you still as he thrusted up into you, his tip brushing deliciously against that sweet spot inside of you. A new form of torture that he was willing to explore more and more. Your eyes flung open, a moan escaping your mouth, those tiny hands of yours gripping onto him at the unexpected friction. Yet, as quickly as he did so, he went back to work, leaving you confused, trembling and aroused. Terribly aroused. That wetness of yours stained his pants. Wesker kept them on, perhaps to make you feel more flustered due to you being exposed while he was completely dressed. Except for his throbbing cock that remained inside of you anyway.

You tried to fall asleep again, to go back to what your original plan was, but you couldn't now that the man has decided to torture you like this. The feeling of his warm erection inside of you, each movement as you desperately tried to adjust again making you needier and needier... You wanted him to move, so badly and deep inside, you knew he wanted just the same, though he enjoyed teasing you too much. The self control he had has surpassed any other man you've ever been with, it almost made you self conscious... That he doesn't want you the same way you want him. That he can resist for such a long time.

However, that was nowhere near the truth. Wesker was completely obsessed, with both your body and mind. He found you fascinating, the way you made him feel was something he never wanted to experience and yet, when he did - he can't get enough. No matter what you do, no matter where you are, he's never far. He wouldn't want anything to happen to his precious little thing. He's so terribly obsessed with you that he can barely go a minute without thinking of how your moans fill in every place he takes you in, those sweet sounds repeating in his head on their own, only adding to the fuel. He craved more.

You were growing impatient with each passing second. Any type of adjustment on his lap was useless now. You've decided to take matters into your own hands. That was the only option for you as you knew begging him would do you no good. Sloppily, you tried to get up on your feet, at least a bit, just to feel him slide out of you and as you let yourself down, he was buried even deeper than before, making you whine loudly.

His breath hitched when you did that, the hand in which he held the papers trembled from the sensation you put upon him and he immediately striked, holding you in place.

"What did I tell you?" His voice is low, eyes darkened as he looks at you and you blush, turning away. However he forces you to look at him, gripping your throat, slender fingers finding their place below your jaw as he turns you back to him. "Pathetic little thing, can't even wait." Wesker mutters.

You open your mouth to talk back, though before you can do so, he thrusts up into you, again, making your eyes roll back and mouth fall agape. Though this time, he doesn't stop. His patience has been snapped at this point. Each of his movements is harsh. He's pounding you hard, one hand squeezing your throat tighter and the other one holding you in place by the hip, gripping you so tightly you almost felt your skin breaking...

You couldn't keep your eyes open, tears welled up in them quickly as he abused your tight little hole, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You wanted to scream, so badly, but all you were able to let out were choked moans and whimpers and Wesker loved every single one of them. They were all for him, you were his. Completely his and no one else could ever make you feel like he does.

"Is this what you wanted, pet?" He asks, his breath ragged as he continues to slam into you. You only nod frantically. It was impossible to let out as much as a word. Only sounds that left you were moans and whimpers each time he pushed in and out of you, making you feel so full and blessed.

He was making you a breathless mess. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't think at all. The overwhelming pleasure caught you by surprise and you couldn't decide if it felt good or if it was too much for you to handle... You buried your face in the crook of his neck, biting his skin lightly to suppress your moans, but as soon as you heard him groan from how good you felt around him, you couldn't help but let out a moan regardless.

You couldn't contain yourself, moaning and whimpering into his skin while he kept pounding into you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your body trembled every time he brushed against your walls, you almost felt as if he went deeper and deeper with each following thrust into your dripping cunt, as if he was breaking through you, but you could do nothing but cling to him.

"That’s it, my sweet little thing, you’re taking me so well.” Wesker sounded so gentle, talking to you like this, even though he was only making you fall deeper and deeper into the infinite abyss. He’d have to die to ever let you go, to let such a precious gem go to waste. He was going to fuck you so good no other man’s cock would ever do the same. So that your pussy would fit him and only him, so that you’d remember him, you’d scream his name so much he’d be the only one you could ever think of. He’d do anything to make you realize that he was the best and only one for you.

You cried out as you came, your walls tightening around him, squeezing him so good… You swore you could see stars at that moment, your hole becoming overwhelmed by just one orgasm he gave you. One of many that were about to come. He let go at the same time, releasing inside of you, making you whimper, feeling his hot cum filling you. No matter how many times he did it, it always felt like the first time, you just couldn’t handle it, he made your body go limp, brain empty, your legs shaky, all while you tried to desperately onto him as if he wasn’t the one to get you into this state.

Wesker didn’t let go of you, he wrapped one arm around you to keep you in place, letting you rest against him again as he got back to work. For now he was satisfied, for how long, that stays the question…

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[sirenmoth]

Family Pack

Everyone x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your partners help you through a emotional spot in your life

Spanish translations at the end, also half the characters are shown or mentioned by are implied to be there, this is cheesy af

CW: fluff, kinda hurt/comfort. abo dynamics, pregnancy, pregnancy hormones, polygamy, sexual themes, insecure reader

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You woke after what feels like an eternity later, pleasantly sore all over and satisfied, you turned over hoping to return to the very realistic dream you just had, but doing do brought to things to your attention. The first thing is that your nest is much bigger, now being able to fit much more people, the second is the lack of evidence aside from the love bites and bruises that are sprinkled all over your skin, as well as the claim marks on your neck and shoulders.

Thinking to yourself you just moved around too much in your sleep, stretching your limbs was proving difficult as none of them wanted to cooperate, deciding to sit up was what lead you to notice the bump in your stomach, also, prompted you to reallise the clothes you were wearing are not the right size and don’t smell right. Slowly bringing a hand up to the bump and gentaly pressing down, it was firm. What happanded way real. The events you thought you dream were real. Panic began to set in, did they leave? Did they knock you up and leave you alone? Did they even know?

Overwhelmed with thoughts you didn’t hear the door open nor the smell of food. “Cariño?” a soft, calm voice asks, whipping your head around to find the source, making direct eye contact with Rodolfo in the doorway, a tray of food in hand. Noticing something was wrong he quickly places the tray down, making his way over and crawing into the nest beside you. Looking over your body, assessing for any damages, sighing in relfie when he find nothing physically wrong. Rudy pulled you into his arms, allowing you to cling to him like a lifeline.

The sound of sobs and whimpers was muffed as you buried you face into the side of his neck as Rudy whispered sweet, comforting words into your ear. Carefully he pulled you away, placing a thumb and finger under your chin and turning you head towards him, “¿Qué pasa?” his words were like sugar as he waited for your response “I-I thought you all left me, that this was a dream, that you just got bored and left.” you meekly spoke out between sobs and hiccups, Rudy slowly runs his hand up and down your back, quietly humming as you started to down. “No, not at all mi amor, must have been scary waking up alone, hm?” he smiles “We just wanted to make sure you get enough rest” the younger Mexican explains, keeping his voice low in hopes of not startling you.

Moments pass as you calm down, still keeping a tight hold on your mate, the thoughts of him being nothing more then a dream still present in your mind. Rudy continues to rub small circles in between your shoulder blades “Have you eaten today, mi vida?” he asks, carefully picking up the almost forgotten tray of food he brought with him “Gaz made dinner tonight, thought it was best to let you relax” he smiled down at you, picking up the bowl of soup, “Can you eat something for me, por favor, necesitas comer algo.” he explains as he brough the contents in the bowl to your lips, opening your mouth too allow the meal down your throat. The two of you sat, repeating the process until the food was gone and everything has calmed down.

Rudy got up to take the tray away before you grabbed his arm, scared to let him go, “Where are the others?” you whimpered, not being near the others was making you lonely, scared that they did move on and Rudy didn’t want to hurt you. Looking up at the alpha in front of you as he looks down at you shrunken form, like he was weighing his options, nodding his head, Rudy moved the tray to one hand and extending you the other, helping you to your feet was proving difficullt with your swollen belly, the same with walking. Eventually you both made it to the rec room, the sudden scent of all your alphas calming you almost instantly. as you two entered the chatter in the room died out, all turning their heads to look at you.

Shrinking away behind Rodolfo, in hopes to hide your body as best as you could, feeling like coming here was a mistake. “What ye doin here, bonnie” Soap asks, confused to see you walking about, “Yer not suppo-””Ella estaba sola, la encontré llorando, sorprendida ninguno de ustedes lo sintió” Rudy quickly cut off the Scotsman, explaining to the others what’s going on. All men turned their eyes back to you, worry and concern filled each and every one of them, ashamed they didn’t notice. Price opens his arms, gesturing you to come sit, following his command, sitting between his legs, your back to his chest. The older of the three Brits presses a kiss to your temple “Sorry we didn’t notice something, dear” the others nodding in agreement or throwing in their own “sorry”’s, smiling at them you open your mouth to reassure them it was ok, only to be cut off but a gravel voice as Ghost beat you too it “Don’t. None of that “it’s ok” shit” he growled at you. Sinking into the embrace behind you, mindlessly fidgeting with Köing’s fingers while striking up a conversation with the rest of the group.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you being wrapped in a figurative blanket of warmth, Gaz helped you back to the nest, collecting items of clothings and blankets along the way as an extra apology, each one of them apologised in their own way, some with cuddes and worshipping you, some by just simply allowing you to rest  in their office while they worked. One by one crawled into the bed, few complained about work and the files they had to fill out, others just curled up next to you and drifted off, but all subconsciously kept you in the middle as a small reminder of their love.

Spanish translations: Cariño - sweetheart ¿Qué pasa? - What's the matter? Mi vida - My life por favor, necesitas comer algo - please, you need to eat something Ella estaba sola, la encontré llorando, sorprendida ninguno de ustedes lo sintió - She was alone, I found her crying, surprised none of you felt it

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[ashwhowrites]

could you do bratty Eddie were hes feeling upset so Y/N gives him a tit to suck and she rocks him to sleep??

Small blurb

⚠️maybe age play?, Tit sucking

Not proofread

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Everyone has one of those days where nothing is going right, every sound is just too loud, and nothing is comfortable enough to wear. Eddie was overstimulated, and he wasn't sure how to get his mind and body to calm down.

Y/N was still gone at work, Eddie always struggled when she was away, but today was just too hard. She warned him ahead of time that she would be in meetings all day long and couldn't be near her phone to communicate with him during the day. And Eddie didn't react well when she was away from him for too long.

He took three different naps, each time waking up and she still was not home. He cleaned the house, but that barely killed anytime. Tried to draw on the biggest canvas he could find, and that only killed three hours. He was slowly going insane.

He missed her and it sucked that he didn't have the option to even call her. He's not used to being alone for this long, no form of contact with her was messing him up. It messed up the routine.

After a long day, she finally made it through the door, met with silence. Which was strange, Eddie was barely quiet.

"Baby?" She called out, leaving her keys on the counter as she walked through the kitchen.

"Mommy?"

It was quiet, but it was there. She followed his soft response and ended up in the bathroom, Eddie laying there in a bath. Bubbles up to his neck and his hair is tied into a bun.

"Bubble bath kind of day?" She asked, keeping her tone soft and gentle. Eddie only tended to take baths when he had a hard day.

"Yes....I missed you" he pouted, his arms coming out of the warm water to reach for her.

"I missed you too, baby" She giggled, kneeling on the rug near the tub. Allowing Eddie's arms to wrap around her neck, and pulling her close.

"Why don't we get you out of the bath and off to bed?" She suggested, a warm smile as she stood up.

But her suggestion was met with a loud whine. Eddie's puppy eyes looked up at her and a pout on his lips.

"But you just got here, I want to spend time with you, not sleep." He whined. Y/N's heart melted. She adored how much she meant to him, that a day with no communication was hell for him. It was hell for her too.

"We can cuddle and talk, how about that?"

"Yes, mommy" Eddie agreed with a smile, yanking the plug and standing up in the tub.

Y/N smirked at his naked skin, grabbing a towel as he stepped out, drying him off, and wrapping the towel around his slim waist.

He followed behind her with a smile, both reaching the bedroom. She began to pull out her pajamas, and a fresh pair of boxers for Eddie.

"Put these on, baby" she instructed, Eddie dropped his towel, reaching for the boxers and slipping them on.

He crawled into bed, watching as she got undressed and changed. Blushing at the sight of her naked skin. It doesn't matter how many times he sees her like that, he gets nervous every time. Once she began to slip on her tank top, Eddie stopped her.

"Maybe no shirt?" He asked from behind her.

She held the shirt above her head, not quite slipped on.

"And why is that?" She tested, wondering if Eddie would be honest about what he wanted.

"Just please," he tried to beg, but he knew better than that.

"Nah uh, tell Mommy what you want," She said, turning around. Her bare chest facing him, his eyes looking straight to her hardened nipples. He could feel his mouth-watering.

"Wanna.....suck on your pretty tits, please?" he whispered, his eyes still locked on her chest.

"That's my good boy," she whispered, crawling her way on top of the bed. She settled herself comfortably under the blanket. Propping her upper body against the pillows.

"You can suck while mommy reads." She smiled, Eddie smiled, and moved closer to her. Laying on his stomach as he rested his head on her chest, turned his head slightly, and wrapped his lips around her left nipple. Humming at the feeling of her nipple on his tongue.

She giggled as she reached for her book. Eyes looking down at her sweet boy, smiling as his eyes were closed and gentling sucking on her nipple. His hand rested on her neck, feeling her breathe and swallow. She shuffled closer and rocked him a little.

She barely read a full chapter before his breathing got soft and low. His sucking slowly halted to a stop. And she realized, Eddie just fell asleep.

"Falling asleep to sucking my tits and being rocked. How adorable." She smirked, kissing his head as she returned to her book.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello I hope your having a good week! <3

Can I get a Drabble or hcs of Kuai Liang with a fem s/o whos on their period? Ik ik it’s a classic prompt but just hear me out, so like his s/o usually isn’t like touchy or emotional and the second she’s on her period she’s all of a sudden clingy, cramping, and emotion. Like she does not care if he’s talking to someone or not the second she wants his affection and attention she’s determined to get it.

Due to how warm Kuei Liang is, he’s naturally perfect for this sort of thing. Never again will you ever need a hot compress when you’ve got Kuai Liang to sooth your aches and your pains.

Now normally you weren’t someone who’d actively seek Kuai Liang out for comfort, firmly believing that you could do it all by yourself and without ever feeling the need to burden him with your inner most thoughts and emotions, despite him offering you a safe to open up about these sorts of things multiple times. But seeing as he’s already got a lot of ground work to do with starting up the Shirai Ryu with Tomas.

You always decided against taking Kuai Liang up on his offer, much to his dismay but he wasn’t one to push you into something you weren’t ready nor willing. However that doesn’t mean he thinks you should withdraw from him entirely when it comes to these sorts of things, you’re in this together and for the long haul, so the least he’d hoped you could do was allow him to be your support as you were his.

Nowadays Kuai Liang waits for you to come to him whenever you’re in need of help inside of being invasive of you and your privacy out of the respect he has for you.

He wants to help, so let him help. Plz.

Cramps were a bitch, there was no two ways about it. They rendered you to placating to the bed indefinitely and if you made even the slightest bit of movement, somehow the period cramps then decided on a whim to became excruciatingly painful then before, if that was even a thing within the realms of possibility. So to say that you were currently experiencing the worst kind of pain imaginable, in the form of severe period cramps no less, would be an understatement for the ages.

‘Kuai Liang.’ You called out wearily, not daring to move an inch out of your fetal position, the only thing that was seemingly keeping the cramps somewhat at bay. Somewhat being the magic word here.

‘Kuai Liang?’ You called out a tad louder this time to no response yet again. You swore you had only shifted the tiniest inch from your position, peaking over the end of the bed in hopes that he was in the bathroom doin something, and now you were being struck down by a bombardment of cramps. You grit your teeth to prevent from crying out as you tucked your knees further into your chest but to no avail, the cramps were only coming down harder and leaving you out of options, other then to leave the confides of your safe haven and actively search for Kuai Liang.

It was a dangerous task to risk but what other choice did you have!

Your hot compress has went long since gone cold and was now of no use to you, you wanted to calm your cramps not fucking freeze them!

You were still waiting for medication you usually took to kick in but that was starting to feel like a long and gruelling eternity. (You took it not even a minute ago.)

And you had near enough eaten all of your comfort snacks that you had kept a very neat stash of nearby for these very turbulent times, the rest of the snacks however were too far away for you to reach without suffering another painful wave of cramps.

Frustrated, angry and emotional you slowly but surly waddled out of bed, tucked beneath a cosy blanket and your feet shoved into some warm fluffy slippers, you then set out of your bedroom to began your traitorous journey in finding Kuai Liang, all the while fighting through wave and waved of cramps that forced you to stop and take a break every so often, seeing as they made you felt as though the wind was being knocked out of you constantly.

However with each and every break you took, the slower your walk had become and with that came the tears of frustration. They were mostly towards being cursed to bear unspeakable pain throughout a good majority of the week but they were also towards the Shirai Ryu for not being the easiest to navigate whilst at the same time being too fucking big for you to find and locate Kuai Liang.

He could be anywhere for all you know and yet here you were, perpetually stuck at a snails pace, whilst trying to fight off the urge to just scream in hope for someone -hopefully Tomas- to come running and spare you from moving an inch more then you’d like.

You then began to sob upon thinking about how stupid you must’ve looked to everybody else. Walking throughout the halls in your hoodie and pyjama bottoms, cloaked in your favourite fluffy blanket and a pair of fluffy lilac slippers, who even does that?!

‘Y/n?’ You lifted your head out of your hands, teary eyes locking onto a bleary looking -but concerned- Kuai Liang and Tomas. ‘Where have you been!’ You cried as you quickly got back up to your feet and ran into Kuai Liang, grabbing one of his large hands and pressing it onto your lower abdomen, sighing in relief as you leaned yourself into his warmth, closing your eyes as you felt the cramps cease their unrelenting stabbing.

However his warmth didn’t save him from you chewing him up. ‘I’ve been looking all over for you that I even left the bed to go search for you! The bed! I endured a pain unlike ever before!’ You ranted and raved about your hardships for a good minute or two before descending into a waterfall of tears the next minute. ‘Do I look stupid? I do don’t I?’

‘You don’t look stupid at all.’ Tomas said with a smile. ‘I really like your slippers, so much so that I’m jealous.’ He adds gesturing to your footwear.

‘You really think so?’ You asked, wiping away your tears either the sleeves of your hoodie.

‘Yeah! I need to get myself a pair because of how comfy them look.’ Tomas insisted.

‘They are really comfy.’ You replied, squishing your cheek flat against Kuai Liang’s chest, hearing him chuckle, which made you pout and smack his arm lightly. ‘Don’t make fun of my slippers. You’re just jealous.’

‘Indeed I am my beloved.’ Kuai Liang said softly as he used his thumb to rub the skin of your lower abdomen, smiling upon hearing your groans of approval before looking towards Tomas. ‘I must apologise for cutting our talk so short Tomas.’

‘Don’t apologise Kuai Liang.’ Tomas said, patting his brother on the shoulder before looking over at you as you fought the urge to sleep against Kuai Liang then and there. ‘We shall pick up where we left off soon.’ Tomas then bided you and Kuai Liang a goodbye before leaving back the way he came.

‘What am I going to do with you, little flame?’ Kuai Liang asked himself as he watched you practically try to bury yourself deeper into him. ‘Keep the cramps away preferably.’ You said, voice muffled and sluggish against his chest, exhausted from today’s events. Kuai Liang chuckled softly, ‘okay.’ He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. ‘I’ll keep the cramps away.’ He said as he guided you back to your shared room, all the while keeping one hand glued to your lower abdomen.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Request; Good! Are the orders open? If they are open I would like a Headcanon de Yandere Sirius Black. In an alternate universe where he is not imprisoned in Azkaban. He stays with Reader to raise Harry as his son together. What would his Yandere behavior be like in his youth and later in his adulthood.

Sirius always had his eye on you, ever since starting Hogwarts. And to think he gave James hell for his liking for Evans when Sirius himself was no better.

He was whipped before he even had the chance to introduce himself. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were the only one for him. The two of you were made for each other after all. That much was clear as day.

Sirius was like a lost puppy when it came to you. He followed at your heels, not wanting to be too far from you. Honestly, he couldn’t keep himself away even if he tried. He liked being near you. The closeness was everything to him. He never wanted to go without it, without you.

His biggest feat was trying to convince you to give him a chance, to believe that what he felt for you was truly real and genuine cause it was. In the very beginning he had thought about getting with someone else in the hopes of making his darling jealous but he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew he had a reputation but ever since he laid eyes on you he only thought about you, he only dreamed about being with you. He only wanted tou, no one else could possibly compare. Sirius felt guilty enough from just thinking about being with someone other than you, even if it was to get your attention. It didn’t sit right with him being with anyone anymore if they weren’t you.

Attention was very much something Sirius couldn’t live without and that meant he strived for his darling’s attention in particular. Positive or negative it didn’t matter to him he thrived off of it all. So long as your eyes were on him he was happy. Merlin, how he loved your eyes. The color, the way they glistened in the sun, all the emotion swimming in them; Sirius absolutely adored looking into them. Whenever he interacted with you or rather whenever he was persistently annoying you, Sirius always looked you in the eye, staring far too long for comfort but he didn’t care how uneasy it made you or anyone else. He just couldn’t help himself. Hell, he’d bother his darling for a staring contest just to be able to look as long as possible into the windows to their soul.

Determined was an understatement, Sirius was completely dedicated to earning your heart and affections. He wasn’t one to give up easily and when it came to you giving up wasn’t an option. He would put in as much effort as he could muster to become part of your life, to be your future. He’d even go as far as to change himself to whatever you preferred if it meant finally getting you. And Sirius would devote himself to whatever facade he had to play just to have a conversation with you. But if things aren’t moving nearly as far along as he wants then Sirius would get to a point where he needed a quicker fix. There are certain spells and potions that make these types of things a lot easier after all.

Eventually, Sirius finally gets you where he wants you, with him. It took a lot of work and some coercing here and there but he finally did it. He had you and he couldn’t have been happier. Now that he had his darling, Sirius would only become increasingly more intense regarding his behavior and overall antics. Especially while still attending Hogwarts.

Once in a relationship with his darling, Sirius would be very similar to a rabid dog. He had already been pretty passionate when concerning his darling but now that he had them he was on a whole other level. Anyone who so much as looked at his darling cross eyed was in for one hell of a rude awakening. Whether it came in the form of Sirius beating the shit out of them the muggle way, the poor soul becoming the Marauders new target for their antics, or them just so happening to be viciously attacked but a crazed black dog who seemingly came out of nowhere.

He wasn’t very forgiving of those who interfered when it came to you. It didn’t matter whether they had the ill intentions that Sirius swears they did or not, he wasn’t letting anyone try and steal you away from him. Hell, even his own friends were on thin ice but he could usually play it off with them as sarcasm and harmless fun, although they could read between the lines. When Sirius did get like this it was really up to only his darling to calm him down and reign him in. If it were them telling to stop then he would without a second thought but anyone else wouldn’t have that kind of power over him. Not even Mcgonagall or Dumbledore.

After Hogwarts, Sirius would want to immediately begin the rest of his life with his darling. He had already been planning the wedding before graduation but now he just couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to wait any longer then necessary. He was being impatient, he knew that, but he wanted to be bound to the love of his life right away. So much so that Sirius wasn’t bothered too much about the idea of not having a ceremony. At least not having one yet. As long as it was you and him, he was more than content.

Given how caught up in his own wants Sirius was, he hadn’t really taken in or even asked what his darling wanted to do. Whether you wanted to wait on marriage or even take a break from the relationship in general. Sirius wasn’t really giving you a choice cause he already decided for you before the idea was even openly brought up. No matter how much his darling tried to get a word in and put their foot down for their own wants and needs, he didn’t listen. Whether that was because he was actually too caught up in his own mind or because he chose to just ignore you who knew.

If his darling was insistent on stalling and taking their time both with the relationship and their plans for the future, Sirius would feel inclined to get what he wants another way. Now that may mean that he forges his darling’s name on a marriage certificate without their knowledge or he may just go ahead and use the imperious curse on them. Not like he hasn’t had to use it on them before.

Once he and his darling are married, Sirius would be even more on cloud nine then he ever had been before. You’re all his, now and forever. You have his last name now and he couldn’t love it anymore than he already does. ‘Y/n Black’, it couldn’t suit you better. And to think he had been so hung up on whether you should take his name or he should take yours. In the end he made the right decision.

When it comes to the Wizarding War and the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius wants his darling to have no part in either whatsoever. He would not risk your life for anything. He doesn’t care how much you want to help, how powerful you are, or how useful you could be; it’s not happening. Sirius won’t allow it. He’s not going to lose one of the only good things in his life. Never. If he has to he’ll take any precautions necessary to keep you from trying.

Even if he has to incapacitate you to ensure you don’t leave the safety of wherever he’s keeping you. No matter how much you fight, yell, scream and curse at him, Sirius isn’t going to change his mind. Even if his darling hates him, he knows it’s for the best that he keeps them safe first. You are his top priority after all. Besides, when he comes back to you he can always use a memory charm if need be.

When Sirius hears word of James and Lily’s fate, he’s a mess. He breaks down and crumbles into pieces with his darling being the only one who can keep him from falling apart completely. He’s utterly devastated and he knows it’s his fault for his friends’ deaths. He can’t help but blame himself but he’s also plagued with the thought of that having been you. You could have been dead. He could have lost you at any point even though he took all the measures to keep that from happening. It takes everything in him and you clutching onto him for Sirius not to go after Peter. As much as he wants to he’s reminded that he has you to think about first and you further remind him that Harry needs him as well now. Harry needs the both of you. And that’s more than enough to make him stay.

The fight you two had to put up to keep Harry from going to his Aunt and Uncle was a feat in itself. Dumbledore seemed so adamant about him growing up with the muggles but Sirius especially didn’t want that to happen. Not when he was Harry’s godfather and right there to happily accept him. Besides, it wasn’t what James or Lily would have wanted for him, not when Sirius and his darling were more than willing to take him in and raise him as their own. Sirius had been so passionate and emotional in his argument to have Harry come home with the two of you that Dumbledore couldn’t help but to allow it.

Watching his darling interact with baby Harry was something Sirius adored more than anything. This was his little family. And he’d do anything for them. It had always been in Sirius’ plans that the two of you would have a family of your own. Although he had originally wanted to start making that family immediately after leaving Hogwarts but more important things overshadowed that desperate want. Now that he had a snippet of what it would be like, Sirius could feel that want coming back with a feverish vengeance. He would wait a while though and give Harry the time and attention he needed and deserved right now. But that didn’t mean you and he couldn’t start trying.

Overall, Sirius would become much more intense throughout the years regarding his darling in general. His overprotective and possessiveness had always been there even in his younger days but once he had you all to himself did things hit a whole other level. He’s so completely and utterly filled with love and devotion for his darling and he doesn’t care whether the severity of it is labeled healthy or not. He’s got you and now he’s got his very own little family, Sirius couldn’t be happier. But Merlin help whoever tries to intervene in his happy little world, he won’t hesitate to use the killing curse on whoever tries to mess with his family.

#yandere sirius black #yandere sirius black imagine #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter imagine #yandere marauders #yandere marauders imagine #sirius black imagine #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #yandere #yandere writings #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader #yandere headcanons #imagines #headcanons #yandere marauders x reader #marauders x reader #yandere harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere male

[nonameomo]

The Site Was Beautiful But The Scene Was Ugly

Type: one-shot to headcanons (near the end)

Pairing: Kaey x creator!reader platonic I think

Tag and warning: hurt to comfort, Angst to fluff, being shot, platonic, bleeding

a/n:I'll make a post explaining how to see the sagau. Also, this is my first time writing for Genshin Impact/SAGAU and one shot so yeah

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Intro: You're feeling playful and decide to surprise the people of Mondstadt just because you can! Sadly, it seems like everyone is unexpectedly busy, even Lisa has work on her plate that she can't just ignore.

Everyone seems to be pondering just dropping everything and simply tending to you. However, as their creator and understanding one, you opt to allow them to complete their work. But you know them well enough to realize that they may need to receive your instructions in the form of an exact order. So, you do just that.

They all exited to complete their work with regret, saddened that they couldn't spend time with you even though you put in so much effort into surprising them. They couldn't against your order...Well... All except one.

Kaeya

more is under the cut!

After numerous begging convincing, you finally relent and allow him to come along with you. It's not like his responsibilities were crucial, he simply had to patrol, an activity that another knight could easily fulfill his duties in his absence.

On the outside, he is his usual confident and charming self. However, on the inside, he is over the moon with excitement, his heart beating fast and his thoughts racing. Most of your acolytes have never had the privilege of spending much alone time with you other than the Archons or your favourite characters, let's just pretend Kaeya isn't one of them if it is okay? okay so this is a unique opportunity for him and he is relishing every moment of it.

"Your Grace, it is truly an honour that you have accepted my offer to keep you company today. Now, what shall we be doing on this fine day, oh fair One? Perhaps we could visit Diluc at Angel's Share, or if you prefer, we could simply go for a walk, enjoying the fresh air and soaking in the beautiful scenery."

you decided to go with the second option not wanting to distract and add more stress on Diluc even though he wouldn't mind anything for his beloved creator.

so on your walk, you go. You leave Mondstadt for now, allowing your beloved acolytes to focus on their tasks without distraction. Kaeya, of course, has no complaints, he simply wants to be near you at all times, basking in your presence.

You decided to walk towards Wolvendom remembering there should be some wolfhook berries in the area. You know this information because you did Barbara's event one of my favorites.

As you and Kaey walk along, you begin to strike up a pleasant and engaging conversation, discussing various matters relating to Mondstadt and its inhabitants, yourself and Kaey included. The conversation flows naturally, the two of you sharing opinions, anecdotes, and jokes, getting to learn more about each other as you go

[chuckling] yes she was truly mad at us, luckily me and Klee got away... How? simple, through the window.

You finally arrive at your destination, where the sun is setting and the sky is a breathtaking mix of orange and yellow. You are eager to start the reason you came here in the first place, gathering G and enjoying the delicious wolfhook berries

As you are gathering some berries, Kaey notices that something feels off, just a subtle gut feeling. He knows as a knight that he should not doubt his intuition, so his guard is up as he scans the area.

The uneasy feeling grows stronger as he scans the surrounding environment, but everything appears normal, nothing seems out of place. Despite the seemingly ordinary scene, Kaey remains cautious, his instincts warning him of a potential danger.

Suddenly, Kaey hears the snapping of a twig, followed by a quiet curse from several meters away behind some bushes and trees. His attention G immediately on high alert, he draws his sword and shouts in a commanding voice.

Reveal Yourself!

Upon hearing Kaey's commanding shout, you are immediately aware of the situation. Without hesitation, you move over to stand behind him as a precaution, just to be safe.

You and Kaeya are on high alert, waiting for any kind of movement from the intruder. You patiently await any sign of action until an arrow is suddenly directed towards Kaey. He quickly moves to deflect it, successfully redirecting its path and ensuring that it only strikes a nearby tree instead.

However, there is something that Kaeya failed to notice... The second arrow. In a split-second, he spots it and swiftly dodges it just in time. But he isn't the target, and by the time he realizes this, it's already too late.

He heard an agonizing and painful cry from behind him. As he turns around he sees arrow embedded in your thigh.

He hears the sound of an agonized cry behind him, piercing his ears and striking his heart. As he looks behind him, his eyes meet a painful sight. The arrow is embedded deep in your thigh, piercing the flesh and sticking out from the other side. The image makes his skin shiver and blood run cold.

The sensation of being struck by the arrow is absolutely excruciating. The piercing pain intense and burning starts immediately and only intensifies as you collapse onto your back. The muscles tense up from the shock, sending searing pain throughout the rest of your leg. As your golden blood begins to dribble out of the wound and onto the soft grass, shining from the fading light of the evening sky.

The site was beautiful but the scene was ugly

well you shiver with fear and pain. Every ounce of strength is fading away as the wound slowly bleeds.

As the shock and pain overwhelm you, you begin to faint. Your breath catches in your throat, and everything begins to go blurry.

As Kaeya could only see red, while your vision fades away. Blackness envelops you, as if it was pulling back the curtains to a vast abyss.

Before you fall unconscious, you feel the temperature of your surroundings drop. Then you hear a shout before you fully fall in the warm warm embrace of unconciveness.

YOU WILL PAY!

...

As you awaken in a bed, you shield your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through a window. It seems like the sun is just coming up, as the light is still weak and gentle.

As you notice Kaeya, you see that he's seated on a wooden chair next to your bedside. His normally bright and glowing demeanor is replaced with a deeply troubled, distressed expression. His hair is uncapped and messy, and dark circles are drawn under his eyes, the bags from a sleepless night filled with guilt and worry. You also notice that some parts of his clothing are ripped and scuffed, with some blood stains on the sleeves of his white button-up shirt.

As you attempt to sit up, you flinch from pain, having forgotten about the injury you received just hours before. Kaeya notices this and gently lays you back down, his expression of worry deepening.

after a moments of silence Kaeya begin to speak.

"My grace, I am so profoundly sorry. I have failed you. Whatever punishment you have in store for me, I shall accept it without protest. I only wish I could undo this pain I've caused."

Do I have to reassure him and most likely comfort him that you are not going to punish him even though that he believes that he deserves some form of punishment it takes a lot of convincing to make him drop it

Fluff Headcanons Time

He is not leaving your aside if it's not to get you food or water

He cracks jokes and cheesy pickup lines to make you laugh

Not allowing you to leave your bed other than to go to the restroom when you're not ready to stand on your leg

He's feeding you your food

He is not letting anyone near you that is not a Archons

When you are allowed to walk, he is by yourself at all times and praise you you on how much of a good job you are doing

Will carry you if walking on the leg becomes too much for you

a/n: sorry I have writers block and also I kind of got lazy and rushed after the reader passed out bit but I still hope you enjoyed that

#sagau x reader #genshin sagau #sagau genshin #genshin impact sagau #sagau #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #angst with a happy ending #platonic #angst to fluff #hurt/comfort

[writingseaslugs]

Ignihyde: When You're Sick

Ah the Shroud brothers, one is my little pog champ, and the other is honorary little brother. I love them both so much and I just hmmmm I don’t know why they’re both such a huge form of comfort for me as of late. Here’s some good boys taking care of you while sick!

The intro is the same in all parts, so feel free to skip if you’ve already read it.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please click the “Au Information” below!

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Ignihyde: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Idia Shroud

Idia is going to take a while to figure out that you’re sick. He finds out near the end of the day when he logs on to play a game with you and notices that you’re not online. After shooting you a quick text to see if you were still down and getting no response, he sends Ortho to check in on you secretly. When Ortho reports that you seem to be at the dorm, sick as a dog, Idia feels worried and is pacing around his room, deciding if he wants to check in on you himself, or just send Ortho. He eventually decides to go there himself, despite the anxieties telling him not to.

He’s doing his research on the way to your dorm, as well as asking Ortho to help diagnose you. He’s not experienced in the slightest, and normally when he’s sick he’s either rotting away or Ortho is taking care of him. So really he has no idea what to do with someone who’s sick, but he’s seen enough romance anime to know some of the basics, so that’s what he’s going with. Thankfully Ortho is checking in to see what’s wrong with you, and then going into nurse mode until Idia shoos him away, telling him he can handle it.

He’s going to be doing the basics, like making sure you have some food and medicine, but other than that he’s hands off. He’s handing you the thermometer to take your own temperature, and he’s definitely not going to be feeding you. Still, he does give you one of his handheld consoles so you can play while you’re awake, and whenever you’re asleep he takes over and just relaxes on the chair in the corner of your room and plays his games. Thankfully he does notice when you’re awake though, despite how immersed he can sometimes get. He’s almost hyper aware of every movement you make.

Once you’re better he’s going to be a bit flustered as you thank him for taking care of you. He’s going to be stuttering over his words, saying it was nothing and not to mention it. His cheeks are a beautiful scarlet, as well as the tips of his hair, but he can’t stop smiling at being told he did a good job in something irl. He is going to be asking if this means you’d be willing to do a few raids with him though, as thanks. It’s up to you, but honestly why not? He’ll probably buy you some video game skins as well, so there’s always an incentive to do raids all night.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho likes to always greet you in the mornings, so when he notices that you aren’t with Grim, he’s going detective mode. He’s asking Grim exactly where you are, and when he says that you’re sick, Ortho is flying over to your dorm. He’s not even going to let Grim finish his sentence, one of his best friends is sick at home and has nobody to take care of them…not to mention this is the perfect excuse to use all the new gadgets that Idia gave him. He thinks the pinkie nail pill cutter is just the funnest thing and he’s planning on using it whether you need pills or not.

 He has a nurse protocol integrating into his coding, so he’s probably the most adept out of everyone for tackling things. He could probably perform surgery if that’s what you needed…but thankfully you don’t. He is able to diagnose you with a flu right away after doing a basic scan, and he’s already formulating a care plan for you and emailing his instructors to send over your homework, as well as his own. He’ll do it for both of you so you don’t need to stress about it, then go over it all when you’re feeling better.

You’d think you were at a hospital with how Ortho takes care of it. Everything is precise and he’s even taking your vitals. He’s having a blast as well, using every gadget he owns for this exact moment. Normally he only gets to use them on Idia, and half the time his older brother tells him not to since it’s not needed. You’re a bit too sick to even do that, so you just let him. Thankfully he makes sure you have several small meals that are perfect for an upset stomach and sore throat, and he’s serving tea with your medication and something about the tea is made just right to wash away the bitter tasting medicine. 

Ortho is going to insist that he monitors your condition for a few days after you’re all better. It’s not really an option either, so just be prepared for Ortho to show up at random intervals to take your vitals again and ask you some questions. He is also going to be going over all the work and classes you missed, so you don’t fall behind. After all the business side is done, he might be asking if you’d be okay to play games with him. He’s been having fun, sure, but now he wants to do something with you.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Idia Shroud #Idia Shroud x Reader #Idia x Reader #Ortho Shroud #Ortho Shroud and Reader #Ortho and Reader

[sophiethewitch1]

UwU any spoilers for the next chapter,,

I have meant to do this multiple times but keep forgetting so here's an extra long snippet in apology! It's basically the entire start of the next chapter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Damn. Your indulgent TV stalking of the Wayne’s really doesn’t hit the same once you technically knew them. And you were hiding inside one of their bedrooms, inside one of their clothes, using their TV subscription. It just didn’t feel right. Morally, of course, but that wasn’t what you were talking about. No, you were just pissy your favourite passtime was basically ruined. You shovel another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth, glaring through tired eyes at the screen.

There’s an up close shot of Dick Grayson’s abs. The presenter ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ over his physical form, and you have to agree. You wish you had abs like that. Unfortunately you did respond to most unwanted experiences with stress eating. As always with these celebrity figures, you can’t really tell if you want to be Dick or be with Dick. Your butt is nowhere near the level his is at.

While you hadn’t really set out today looking for shirtless pictures of the Waynes, it wasn’t like you were going to say no to them. So, when the gossip channel had switched from the reactions of the Waynes to last night’s fiasco to… this… you’d just kept watching.

You wonder if you should stop doing this. It’s definitely kind of creepy, and now you’d technically once been his… step sister. What a mind fuck. You’ve been crushing on these dudes for a while, and now they were your ex-step siblings. This was like the start of a bad porno, but you knew you were not that lucky. And it wasn’t like you were going to start thinking of him as a brother any time soon. You hadn’t even met the guy. No, he was still firmly in the ‘celebrity crush’ section of your mind. Pretty and untouchable. The way things are supposed to be.

Which was also bad because you would probably have to meet and interact with him at some point. Probably in the near future. God knows you’d absolutely humiliated yourself in front of the fucking Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne,. Twice, in fact. You didn’t even want to think about the display you’d shown for Bruce Wayne or Damian Wayne.

You didn’t really know what to do with your slightly obsessive crushes. And you could see it definitely being a problem in the near future.

…You decide that what you do in your private time is absolutely nobody but yours business, and keep watching. It’s a mix of bitter spite and geniune mental breakdown levels of desperation that leads you to that decision. You feel like you’re a child with their toy being taken away, and it’s making you mad. And sad too. Even if you shouldn’t do this anymore, you still wanted to keep the habit. You’d mentioned before your creature comforts were one of the few things that kept you going. And while you were mostly very good at not being the jealous, heinous creature you really are, you knew you wouldn’t be giving this up.

They’d have to tear your gossip channels from your cold dead palms. You weren’t giving them up, not without a fight at least. Unfortunately for you, the universe seemed determined to wrestle away literally everything you loved.

Guilt’s for tomorrow. Today is for ice cream and purposefully ignoring everything. Speaking of which, you can not remember the last time you had a good Ben & Jerry’s. They were so expensive these days, as all groceries were. You simply couldn’t afford it. The Waynes, of course, had multiple tubs in multiple different options. Alfred had seemed delighted that you’d taken the ice cream, for which reasons you could not perceive.

Oh, yeah! His name was Alfred. Very butler-y. You’d remember it this time, he was a very nice man. And he called you ‘young miss’ which earned him points. He also didn’t seem to hate you on sight, or treat you like a two-headed freak, like some of the other people in this household. Not naming names. Yeah, fuck that noise, Damian Wayne obviously has issues and it’s much less attractive in real life.

The woman drones on, and your eyes flick to your phone. Yup, she’s still yapping. It’s not like you don’t appreciate Dick’s abs or anything, it’s just that you think she might’ve been talking about this one specific photo for over half an hour now. Lady should get a hobby. Wait, wait, this is her job. Maybe you should start a podcast where you rant about the Wayne’s excercise regimes. It seems to be quite a lucrative field.

You shriek when the door slams open, nearly tumbling backwards off the bed. Hands manage to grip the bedcovers before you tip over, not making a complete fool of yourself. As it goes, you lose your spoon to the carpet. Bits of cookie dough spread over the floor in a divine sacrifice. And you lose your sanity to the man standing in the doorway. To be fair, he looks just as confused as you feel.

You blink at the physically perfect form of Dick Grayson, and then turn your head to the TV to look at the other physically perfect form of Dick Grayson.

…You really wish you had a good explanation for this.

He mutters out your name, lips parted. Dick Grayson seems absolutely shocked to find you here. His eyes flick around the room, and eventually land on the TV. Said baby blues widen to the size of saucers when the reporter makes a really, really unneccesary comment.

“And in news that broke the hearts of both ladies and gentlemen everywhere in Bludhaven, Dick Grayson has announced he will be returning to Gotham to assist his family in this difficult time. My cousin in the Blud is probably crying right now. There’s no ass out there quite like his, and there’s no replacement for Bludhaven’s favourite young rich bachelor,” she winks at the camera, and then the shot of his tone stomach phases forward to take up the entire screen.

Well, there’s a lot to say about that. First of all, fuck. Second of all, shit. Third of all, she really couldn’t have said that part about Dick coming back to Gotham sooner? Per chance, before you’d found yourself in this situation?

You said you weren’t that lucky, you meant it.

“But still, ain’t that lucky for us Gothamites? I myself have spent a lot of time on Dick’s Tiktok and Instagram, and his thirst traps have been used in a lot of my personal-”

You snatch the remote from the sheets and pause it right there. The silence is tense.

#sophie speaks #sophie answers #series:www #www spoilers #i am. EMBARASSED #look i put a warning on my blog that id regularly forget things and i meant it #im sorry :/ #i really wish i could fix it but like i... can not #dissociative disorder + fibro fog = never getting any shit done #but also i think im on the rise again!! i feel motivated and want to write so I'm gonna get doing that #this chapter will probably be a bit shorter but I'm uncertain #just trying to get it out really #i promise i really havent given up on www I'm too invested at this point lmao #if i do not see these bitches fucking i will be upset

[innitmarvellous]

Yeah, I know, I said the last ace rant was the final part, but the third aspec book I read ('Sounds Fake But Okay') annoyed me again, lol. It wasn't all bad, but some bits...

Except that it doesn't? It never has? People say they love their friends or their family, or a character from a TV show? Or also idk, God or Jesus if they're religious. None of these imply romantic love even without specifying anything.

Well, good for her, but that's not much of a comfort, isn't it? So we'll inevitably die alone, but we don't need to fear that because we can still have friends - who'll desert us once they find a partner. Yes, well, that's certainly very nice :/

Lol, maybe that's why my existence is so "unrecognisable" then. Because I literally didn't have any friends before I started to use social media etc. And even know my biggest fear is too annoying, too boring, too whatever else for everyone - and I have a hard time to make out whether the people I consider friends consider me as such too 😭

Well, this part was at least relatable, even if I never thought about this before. Then again, it might have been the other way round for me. Being a girl/woman was literally never very important for me, and I never felt the need to adhere to gender norms just because it's expected. E.g. I never thought I needed/wanted to be pretty to be attractive for men. So it sort of did felt like things made sense when I realised that there is indeed no need for me to attact anyone with my physical looks.

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The chapter about QPRs made me realise that this isn't an option for me either. The insecurities around this form of relationship would be simply too much for me. Like, having to agree on what the relationship looks like, what kind of things would be alright or not alright (re physical contact and all kinds of intimacy etc), how long it might last and all that...it would be near impossible to agree on anything like that once I would put in my wishes in that regard. Because it wouldn't feel right to push my demands on someone else, and yet I'm way too selfish because I also wouldn't want to live in a way another person wants me too. So...I think that's another dream I might as well bury right now, before I got into it too much. ^^

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Yet another general thing: the books usually mentioned that we should think about what we would expect from a relationship and I did give this some thought. I think the main - and honestly almost only - prerequisite for me would be that any potential partner would accept me as I am. Well, and some mutual trust would be high up on the list, too. That's literally all I need, I think. I wouldn't mind if e.g. in case it's an allo person and they would have someone else to fulfill their sexual needs or whatever, as long as I could be sure of still having a relationship based on trust with them.

Yes, I know that this is already asking for way too much. I'm only too aware of that, so maybe it's understandable why I'm so frustrated. I know I should do it, but I'm too selfish to lower my standards, so there isn't much hope for me and I hate it :/

#aspec #aroace #acespec #arospec #ace #asexual #asexuality #aromanticism #lgbtqia #queer #this is definitely my last post on this issue tho bc my 'for you' tab is by now full of ace memes :/ #give me back my fandom shit thx

[shyminmin]

༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 873 ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor gore

Nothing mattered more than ensuring the safety and survival of the little bundle of life cradled in his arms.

Tucked safe and secure in a last minute makeshift sling, the newborn slept soundly unbeknownst to the imminent danger that was steadily pursuing them.

The salty water rippled around them as his powerful tail clad in scales snapped through it at a frantic pace. Humans would equate him to an underwater missile as he was moving at such a speed making any onlooker view him as nothing more than a watery blur.

Two more such blurs a few meters behind had their sight set on the pair. Their goal, capture and kill.

The constant reminder of their ill intentions spurred him on even more. If he could just get her to the surface, preferably near one of those angular, boxy dwellings that he knew humans resided in then she would have a chance at being taken care of and not be left to succumb to the elements.

His sudden shift in speed jostled the sling making the infant startle awake and begin to whimper. Caressing her head the merman tried to soothe her as best he could under the current circumstances.

"Shhh-shh, you're ok, you're ok"

He really wished he could've watched her grow up, surrounded by her parents and loved ones, embrace the life that she was born into that was of the sea. However that wasn't an option anymore, not when said parents were brutally slaughtered when their tribe was suddenly invaded.

Sensing the two mer gaining on him he kicked his fin faster, if that was even possible. The sandy floor was slowly rising up indicating that he was approaching shallow waters and potentially land. Hope rises in his chest.

I don't care if I die, as long as my efforts ensure that you live.

His body now scraping the ocean floor, ensuring though that his upper torso doesn't touch and risk injuring the baby, he breaks the water's surface breathing in a lungful of air, gills on his neck now redundant.

He wastes no time in surveying the area, where he thankfully spots one of the human structures he's seen from time to time. It was the peak of night so any chance of being spotted by roaming humans was significantly reduced, however he still wanted them to be alerted of a vulnerable newborn spontaneously washed up ashore.

With little time to think and the nearby splashes of the pursuers resounding in his ears he used his strong arms to drag himself onto the shore. The structure wasn't too far away so he made his way towards it. Human silhouettes could be seen within, encouraging him on further. Two bodies breached the water behind and he panicked.

Merfolk like him couldn't undergo any form of metamorphosis and grow legs contrary to popular human belief. However the arrangements he made earlier ensured that once the newborn touched the dry sand then she would evidently become human.

His hands grazed over the first dry grains of powdery, white sand and he detached the sling. Delicately laying her down on the ground she stared up at him with wide rounded eyes. However, the baby mer began to scream out in pain as he witnessed her tiny scaled tail, which looked so much like his own, split in two.

He gasped and hovered his hands over her unsure on how to handle what's happening. Tears escaping his eyes at seeing her in pain. It really crushed his heart.

"It's alright, i-it'll be over soon" he let out in a shaky, trembling voice, trying to provide some words of comfort. "Y-your gonna be fine".

All of his attention was solely on her making sure she survived this transformation, that he momentarily forgot they were being hunted. A stabbing pain to his tail changed his focus as he looked back to see one of the mer had an ironclad grip on his fluke. Their sharp retractable nails embedded deep within, drawing out dark purple liquid. Blood of the merfolk.

"Escaping is futile" he smirked.

The second attacker chuckles gripping on as well. "However we do love a good chase".

With one harsh tug they propelled him backwards away from the newborn. This was it, he'd probably never see her again.

More pain radiated up his tail as they tore him further away, all while he struggled to fight back. They tackled him into the water, pushing him under and sinking into the ocean depths. Clawing at every inch of his body, ripping and biting off bits of skin and scales, streams of purple coloured the water around them. He got a few good hits in too however they always had the upper hand.

As more of his body got battered, his mind drifted to the last image he got before he was dragged under. Two figures had emerged from their home and were rushing down the beach towards their direction.

He smiled, his plan had worked. They would find her and she would be safe, away from all the conflict underneath these ominous waves. He grunted out a few pained words before he blacked out from the unbearable pain.

"Be safe."

"I-I love you."

"My sister."

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | ༄⋆

#prologue #bts fantasy au #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts #bts seokjin #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts hoseok #bts namjoon #crescent tides #bts ff #bts au fic #bts au fanfic #bts au #crescent tides prologue #bts park jimin #bts mermaid au

[emelinstriker]

So the cannibal asks were interesting but I'm curious about what would happen if a master came across them, and their first instinct is to get the heck out of dodge.

Like what are the reactions gonna be to:

1. Master trying their level best to escape because A. they don't wanna be eaten,

B. nor do they wanna be around people who eat other people.

2. Master having panic attacks, straight-up crying, or both?

3. Master fainting, and while I presume all mess would be cleaned up, they're now wary around the Servants and Champions.

I hope this isn't too detailed, obvs no pressure to answer, I'm just really amazed by your world. It's absolutely fascinating!

Actually, no matter which option, Mink would be there for them. As much of an asshole as he is, he is also seen as a major bridge between the Reader and their servants. He sees and understands both sides of the relationship.

Due to the goop-goblin's down-to-earth talk and rather wise words, he has a much easier time calming down the Reader than anyone else. Mink usually avoids being the one to comfort them, but he's also the closest form of comfort they'd have in such scenario. He can also analyze the type of comfort the Reader would need based on how they usually act on their own and interact with others.

Of course, the others would feel absolutely horrible if their Master avoids them and is genuinely afraid of them. Azure would probably try talk to their Master about it since he's not participating in any of the feasts either. He's also basically the calmest, if we ignore Wukong's and MK's calm expressions. So he'd have an easier time approaching them about the topic.

It doesn't make the champions feel calm if they were the reason their Master was crying and feeling scared, after all. They most certainly felt their Master's negative emotions peak when they spotted at least some of them feasting on a corpse. And to mend their relationship, they would do things that are rather small for them. Also bringing them offerings by stealing secretly borrowing things they'd like from the city.

Once their Master is no longer as scared of them/their actions, they wouldn't just outright drop the cannibalism or the other questionable things they do, but they would make sure the Reader is nowhere near them to witness any of it ever again. Especially when they know their current Master is rather sensitive about darker topics.

(I wanted to make a comic on it but motivation said no so uh- oop-)

#eternal servants au #esau qna #esau mink #esau azure #angst #at least the premise #cw: cannibalism #mainly mentioned tho

[maracujatangerine]

73.1 Forum Discourse

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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Posted by u/GreenBookworm 3 days ago:

Hi!

So, I haven’t really posted here before, but I’m at my wit’s end and I really hope that some of you can help me.

I have a male pet that I got from some less-than-ideal circumstances. He’s been with me for over a year now and he is really making progress. I think he is trusting me more and more and it seems like he is getting over some of his previous experiences.

Still, he wakes up from terrible nightmares very often. I’m not sure how to comfort him and how to make him feel safe. What do you think, how can I fix this situation?

TL;DR: My pet has terrible nightmares, what can I do?

Futureiteration77 – 3 days ago: How many times per day are your beating him?

ManiacalTiger – 3 days ago: I have a similar problem. My pet is always crying at night and keeping up the rest of the house. What do you recommend?

Futureiteration77 – 3 days ago: At least twice per day or they have too much pent up energy. As an pet owner it is your responsibility to help them manage and release this.

ManiacalTiger – 2 days ago: I have been doing at least three times and still have issues.

Blue_prominence – 3 days ago: What kinds of nightmares? Can u get him to give u more specific details? B specific.

GreenBookWorm - 2 days ago: Idk, really. He doesn’t like to talk about it. It is usually about the training, I think. Sometimes he talks about white rooms that are neverending - that is usually the exact phrase that he uses. Sometimes, it seems to be about his former masters. (He’s had several.) He screams and cries, sometimes he just seems… empty. Do your pets act the same?

Imaginativesloth – 2 days ago: Get him retrained.

Densecircus281 – 2 days ago: ^^ Good suggestion. That’s what I did.

Fancycyclone1565 – 2 days ago: Try NyQuil and Dramamine, both available OTC. Sometimes we also give ours an edible to help them sleep soundly all night.

Throwaway7966123 – 2 days ago: You could ask him if a nightlight would help.

AbsentSnark – 2 days ago: That’s ridiculous!!!!!! He won’t know that, it will only make the problem worse!! This is terrible advice. People shouldn’t come on here without having a basic understanding of how helpless and brainless pets are. It is shocking how much misinformation and bad advice is out there.

GreenBookWorm - 2 days ago: That is a good idea! I haven’t thought about that, thanks! Does your pet have a nightlight? Does he or she have nightmares, too?

Temporarydaybreak987 – 2 days ago: It may be difficult to face the time apart but retraining by professionals is the best option for both pet and owners.

Sunset_Lover – 2 days ago: I suggest finding a separate, soundproof room where you can lock him up at night. Even if he starts crying, it won’t wake you up. Edit: If you don’t have spare room you could use a muzzle

DeepSeaSquid – 2 days ago: if your Pet is a cuddly type, you can let him sleep near you? Mine is really needy and since I let him in my room his night crying has reduced almost completely. But again, it depends on your Pet’s type.

RueTheNymph – 2 days ago: I swear, those people. If you treat him softly like that he will never stop being clingy. Give him few beatings or whatever form of punishment he responds to the best and he will learn not to waste your time

DeepSeaSquid – 1 day ago: Thank you very much for your useless advice. Have you considered that my Pet is clingy because I want him that way? And if beatings simply worked then there would not be a need to make this post, hmm?

RueTheNymph - 1 day ago: You shouldn’t be allowed to be an Owner

DeepSeaSquid - 1 day ago: Lol, forgive me for wanting to have a lapdog

roses-and-embers - 1 day ago: @DeepSeaSquid nothing wrong with wanting to cuddle, but are you sure your Pet is not crying on purpose to manipulate you into letting him into your room?

DeepSeaSquid - 1 day ago: That’s a valid suspicion, but I am sure he’s not doing it on purpose. He’s having nightmares even if I’m not at home and someone else is watching him, besides he’s too well-behaved to dare to try and manipulate me.

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This post is a collaboration with brilliant @distinctlywhumpthing and @octopus-reactivated. ✨❤️✨

It is a crossover AU with Leo from Distinctlywhumptning’s Unintentional. We also have a cameo from Octopus-reactivated’s Decima from Title me Miss. For Lydia and Coriander, this is canon.

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Tag List Part 1: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-em @whumpzone @wh-wh-whu @neuro-whump @carnagecardinal @cowboy-anon @whump-me-all-night-long @redwingedwhump @myst-in-the-mirror @haro-whumps @eatyourdamnpears @bloodsweatandpotato @pinkraindropsfell @whumptywhumpdump @theydy-cringeworthy @whump-in-progress @whumpsy-daisy @nicolepascaline @whumpcreations @briars7 @shiningstarofwinter @whumppsychology @alex-ember @miss-kitty-whumptastic @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @youtube-fandoms-bands @goblinchildindabog @mazeish @distinctlywhumpthing @inpainandsuffering @canniboylism @icannotweave @incoherent-introspection @kim-poce @broken-typewriter @the-monarch-whumperfly @whumpers-inc @grizzlie70 @lil-whumper @writingbackwards @sunflower1000 @wingedwhump @thecitythatdoesntsleep @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @onlybadendings @rabass @wolfeyedwitch @melancholy-in-the-morning

#pet whump #pet whumpee #caretaker #whump fic #bbu #conditioned whumpee #box boy universe #box boy multiverse #box boy whump #collaboration #lydia and coriander #original writing #writeblr

[nonuggetshere]

Hey so remember that AU where PK couldn't go ahead with the sealing after he already put Radiance in Flower's (PV's name) head so he basically takes them away from Hallownest and cares for them as they're infected? That's a very simple breakdown and he basically did that because they broke from the chains he put them in and, while being controlled by The Radiance, lashed out at him trying to kill him so he figures he was wrong about how infection works and she could still control them + if they were able to break out from their chains he was afraid of just leaving them there incase she managed to escape, so he figures taking them away where they couldn't hurt anybody while he figures out what to do next would be the best option

Anyway, I wrote a little something for after he and WL figure out Flower is actually impure and that's why she's able to control their body,

Summary: Flower/PV struggles with the infection and finds comfort in their parents' arms. Hurt/comfort

TW: Brief mention of attempted self-harm, typical grossness that comes with writing about the infection

Flower laid there in the nest their father had made, painstakingly grabbing every pillow, blanket and soft material he could find, their mother's roots giving it shape and support - much more stable and comfortable than the cold, hard stone they relied on before she had found the two of them. They were lucid, the rare few moments where the Old Light retreated and let them take a hold of their body, both worn down and exhausted from the near constant battle for control that rendered this body practically useless the vast majority of the time, neither of them being able to claw their way to the front of their mind. This time, they were victorious, but the few moments of being fully present in their body were anything but rewarding and peaceful.

They gasped, wheezed and coughed, despite needing no air the sickly orange, burning cysts that formed in their chest and throat pressed painfully and uncomfortably against their void, they tried in vain to force them out, almost sending themself into a blind panic trying to get the release, some kind of relief from this pain and discomfort and burning hotness that would not come.

Their mother sat next to them, stroking their hair and horns and gently wiping the never ending orange pus coming out of every opening in their face, speaking to them comforting words in her soft voice, much like them trying in vain to bring them some sort of comfort and relief in this never ending pain. Her roots wrapped around their wrists, holding their hands back after they - almost instinctively - tried to scratch at their face and throat, desperately trying to dig the cysts out.

After a long while they had finally stopped struggling to try and cough them up, it was taking them nowhere but bringing further pain. Instead they just laid there, their gasps and groans gurgly, trying desperately to find some sort of position that'd be comfortable for them, each movement a painful struggle as their body was too weak and broken to allow them to move in the way that they had wanted. In their constant squirming their eyes eventually landed on their father, sitting back against the edge of the nest, looking at them with that same guilt riddled, pained expression he always did; but as their eyes met her quickly glanced away, being unable to look them in the face as they struggled.

They slowly propped themself up on their elbows and then hands, trying their best to crawl and pull themself closer to him.

"Child?"

His ears suddenly perked up and he looked back at them in surprise and confusion as they propped their head up against him, taking a short break before pulling themself in closer and slumping against his chest. They laid their head there, trying to focus on his breathing and the sound of his hearts beating over the burning pain and discomfort. It had always brought them comfort, back then when they were small enough that he was able to carry them or even let them rest in his lap against his chest on occasion, and even now as they've grown it was no different.

They closed their eyes, the rhythmic beating of his hearts and the slow rise and fall of his chest soothing them, their frantinc, panicked, gurgling gasps from before slowly fading into quiet, hitched breathing. And after a moment they felt his arms wrap around them, pulling them in closer and and holding them steady as he purred softly to them. They nuzzled in closer to the soft vibrations, melting into his embrace as their pained breathing finally stopped.

"My love," They felt the nest shift as their mother sat next to the two of them, though they could hear the concern in her hushed voice, "Are you sure this is a good idea? What if she-"

"Let them rest," Their father replied softly, running his hand through their hair and slowly rubbing circles into their back, "They deserve at least that. I'll be fine."

"...Alright. You're right, they've earned a break."

After a moment they felt her pull a blanket over them, keeping her arm there wrapped around the two of them, and they suppressed a purr as she kissed their head gently - they knew it'd only hurt if they tried.

For a while longer they laid there, listening to their parents hushed talking before the exhaustion finally overtook them. For once, or at least for now, drifting off to a dream that wasn't bathed in her sickly, burning hot light.

#spooky writes #faaf au

[dr4k3n0]

Forgetting is a Part of Life

A/n: So, me being me, I didn't feel like writing for a while, but I'm back, and this request is like 15 days late- So, here it is now- I apologize for the wait. (I hope this is what you were wanting! @talimicka6543 (Idk why the '@' isn't working-) I also probably failed writing this-)

Synopsis: With the reader having innatentive adhd, Vash finds ways to help you focus and comfort you, when you need it.

Tw: None?

The sun began to rise one fateful morning. It was peaceful and quiet, that was, until you were hurrying to grab your things as a band of robbers decided to ambush you all. It was hard to believe that you all were sleeping so peacefully, just a few seconds ago, and now, gunfire is raining down upon you all.  You all jumped up as soon as the gunfire started as you all tried to gather your things up quickly, before making a run for Meryl's car. When you gathered your stuff, you placed it all in your lap as you squeezed between Vash and Wolfwood with sleep still clouding your eyes. Meryl started the car and sped off kicking up dirt, and leaving your previous campsite in the dust. 

Moving your things around after finally settling down, and the adrenaline leaving your body, you looked out the window, even though there wasn't much to see of the desert. You began to space out, the small conversation in the background, along with the noise of the car was able to cast its spell upon you. Mind going blank, and noises around you beginning to get drowned out, it was just, you. No noise, no distractions, no feeling, just silence. 

That was until you felt someone trying to get your attention.

"Y/n" Vash said as he waved his hand in front of your face. 

Blinking your eyes, you looked at him and shot him a shy smile, "What..?" You asked.

He looked at you with a kind and understanding expression, before saying, "We were trying to get your input on the new town ahead. Do you want to check it out? Or go somewhere else?"

You looked out the windshield and saw the nearing town in the distance. 

"I don't really care up to you guys," You replied while beginning to look out the window again. 

Your mind began to wander off again, all words turning into a jumble of a mess, and all feeling slowly disappearing. Watching the desert go by through the small car windows, you were brought back to reality by a cold hand finding its way to yours. It was much larger than yours, the blue metallic thumb of his hand gently rubbing circles into the back of yours. Your eyes traveled up to the culprit's face. 

His flowy golden locks, his firm jawline, the orange sunglasses, his beauty mark, and then finally his eyes. It all came together perfectly as his small smile formed on his lips. You found yourself smiling back, as you locked your fingers with his. He continued talking with the others as his hand stayed in yours. You found it harder to zone out, and were able to focus more on the conversation. 

It was soon decided that you would all stop at the nearing town for the night, and leave in the morning. Which, wasn't too bad of an option. You wanted to sleep in a normal bed again. For the whole car ride, Vash's hand remained in yours as you drove to the nearing town that began to grow in the windshield as you approached. 

Pulling up to the town, Meryl parked the car outside the village in hopes she hid it enough so that it hopefully won't get stolen. 

"What's everyone's plan when we get head in?" Meryl said as she unbuckled and turned to face everyone in the back. 

"I'm gonna get a few things from the market," Wolfwood said as he out of instinct, went to grab a cigarette but to no avail the box was empty. 

"I'm probably going to look around a bit, but other than that I will probably be where we decided to stay the night, or with you guys." You explained while squeezing your items against you. 

"I'll probably stick around them," Vash said pointing towards you with his thumb. 

Meryl nodded, "I'll go make sure things are all set up for the night and get the rooms." She said.

"Alright break," Roberto cut, in while he opened the door. 

Vash unbuckled and then slid out of the car before turning around and offering a hand for you as you followed suit behind him. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his hand gently as he helped pull you out of the car, and steadied you. 

As you walked towards the entrance of the town, you were taken aback by the number of people who lived in this town. It was filled with vendors and people walking around with their friends or family. Grabbing Vash's hand gently, you continued walking into the bustling town while looking at all the small trinkets and items that each vendor offered. 

As you were about halfway through the town, it was down to just you and Vash now. You had lost Wolfwood a while back, as something had caught his interest. Meryl and Roberto parted ways with you both a little bit ago, as they spotted a decent-looking hotel to stay in. So it was just you two now. 

"So what should we do now?" Vash said as he looked down at you happily. 

You shrugged. You didn't really know what you both wanted to do now. 

"I don't really know," You said while using your hand to block the sun's light that shone too brightly. 

Vash looked down at you confused by your actions before realizing why you had to shield your eyes. A small smile came to his lips as he took off his glasses and placed them on you gently. You looked at him confused as you adjusted them on your nose. 

"Why did you give me your glasses?" You asked still confused. 

"You have to look up at me and I don't need you to go blind on me, so I gave you my glasses," He answered while his eyes adjusted to his surroundings no longer being tinted orange. 

A smile made its way to your lips as you wore his glasses and continued to walk a bit more. 

Vash hummed as he thought for a moment about what you should both do. His eyes wandered around all the billboards and signs that littered the walls and beams of buildings. They soon wandered upon a small food stand that had a lot of different foods to offer. Overall, it looked decent. 

"You want to get a bite to eat?" Vash soon enquired, as he looked down at your small figure. 

Making a small hum noise, you were about to answer but your stomach answered for you. 

"Yea- I guess so," You said with a small chuckle. 

He smiled before leading you to the stand he saw and there wasn't much of a line thankfully. Looking at the menu, you saw that it offered some different types of pizza, ramen, and hotdogs, it seemed to have a little bit of everything for such a small stand. 

Vash went to order first, "Can I get a slice of pepperoni pizza?" Vash said as he pointed towards it. 

The man running the stand quickly sliced a decent-sized slice of pizza and handed it to him before looking towards you. Your eyes landed on all the delicious smelling food but soon decided to get the same thing as Vash. 

"Can I get the same thing he got?" You asked pointing towards the same pizza that Vash had got. 

The man nodded again before getting another slice and putting it on a plate, while handing it to you. 

"That will be $4.75 please," The man said as he held out his hand for the money Vash had handed him.

"Keep the change," Vash said with a smile. 

The man smiled at Vash before thanking him, and then bidding you both farewell as you began to walk away. You began to walk back towards where you and Vash had left Meryl at the hotel, while munching on your slice of pizza on the way. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad of a walk to the hotel from where the stand was. 

When you got there, Vash and you joined Meryl and Roberto as they had a few drinks and talked. Vash soon decided to join in the conversation while you looked around the bar section of the hotel. 

There wasn't much to it, just some old bar stools along the old and worn counters. Along with the old and battered tables that look like they collapse with a single touch. It wasn't the best place to stay in, but it would do. 

Eventually, you decided to go check out the hotel room that you would be staying in. Meryl had given you the key earlier and so you decided to excuse yourself for a moment. 

"I'll be back, I want to check out the room," You said as you began to stand up and push in your chair. 

They nodded at you, before continuing bidding you farewell, and continuing the conversation. As you made your way up the rickety old stairs, you scanned the numbers of the doors before you stopped. 

"Room 5.." You whispered to yourself. 

You placed the key into the lock before turning it and the door slid open with a loud creak. The room was plain, just like the rest of the hotel. The paint was peeling from the walls, and it reeked of cigarettes and dust. 

"Welp.." You said before walking in and closing the door. 

You plopped your backpack on the floor by the door, before walking around and opening a window to try and air out the room before you had to sleep in it. 

Standing at the window to breathe in some of the outside air, you soon turned around and began heading back down to the others. The stairs creaked with each step you took, but you soon arrived back with the others and Wolfwood had finally decided to show up too. 

Pulling out your chair beside Vash and taking a seat, you planted your elbow onto the table before resting your head on your palm. Their talking was soothing and almost able to lull you to sleep. Your tired eyes rested on Vash before they closed one last time. The image of him still in your mind as you looked over each of his features. 

But something was missing.

Your eyes opened again as you took a look at his figure trying to find the piece it was missing. It wasn't his gun, his coat, his earring, what was it? Scanning over him again, you soon noticed his glasses were the thing that was missing. 

"Vash, where are your glasses?" You asked somewhat breaking into their conversation.

He looked at you confused before a loving smile appeared on his face. "You're wearing them, love," Vash said with a small chuckle.

You were confused but soon realized, things were still tinted orange. You took the glasses off, as heat began to run to your face, and soon made its way to the tip of your ears. You handed him the glasses as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt with the other hand. 

"Sorry.." You mumbled quietly as you planted your face between your arms on the table as your only way to hide from your embarrassment. 

"Don't worry, everyone forgets things, it's part of life." Vash smiled down at you happily. 

You nodded not daring to look the others in the eyes.

~^~

Eventually, you had all eaten until your heart's content. As of right now, you were all splitting ways and heading to your individual rooms beside Vash who was going to stay with you. You opened the door to room five, as you both walked in and settled on the small bed. 

"Well at least it's smelling better now," you sigh. 

Vash chuckles as he hugs you from behind gently while snuggling into the crook of your neck. Turning around in his grasp to face him, you gently press a kiss to his lips to which he replies right back happily. 

When you pulled back gasping for air, Vash pressed his forehead to yours gently. 

"Love ya," Vash soon whispered against your lips.

You giggled at him before rolling your eyes, "Love ya too, blondie." You said while reaching your arm up to ruffle his messy hair. 

You both stayed in that position, basking in each other's warmth and affection. That was until, your mind began to wander. 'Where did I put my backpack..? You thought. Pulling away from Vash, he whined but soon looked at you confused as you looked around the dimly lit room. 

"What up, Mayfly?" Vash asked as he quirked a brow and tilted his head.

"I'm looking for my backpack, I think I left it downstairs-" You said as you began to open the door to go check. 

Before you can leave, you feel Vash grab your waist and pull you back in. "You're backpack's right here, love. Don't worry," He said while gesturing to the backpack that was still there from when you first checked out the room. 

A sigh of relief left your lips as heat rose to your face, again.

"I guess I forgot- sorry that was random.." You said bringing a hand up and placing it on the back of your neck as you let out an awkward laugh. 

He looked at you concerned for a second before pulling you in for a hug, and holding you tightly. You remained there for a moment in silence before he began.  

"Don't feel bad for being "random" or "forgetting" things.. everyone does it, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It just makes you, you, and I love everything about you.." He said before planting a kiss on the crown of your head. 

His words were always able to help you feel somewhat better, even if you hated the fact he had to give you these talks almost every day. But it helped, and you were thankful for him. You squeezed him back before pulling back from the hug and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"Thanks, blondie," You uttered out with a loving smile.

"Of course, mayfly, don't worry, forgetting is a part of life.. it happens." He said while hugging you from behind.

I guess he is right.. 

#vash x y/n #vash x reader #vash tristamp #vash the stampede #vash trigun #trigun fluff #vash our beloved #vash trigun stampede #oneshot #fluff

[johnlock-ismy-soul]

-“no place, no home”-

Plot AU: Loki, is trapped in a cell by the chitauri, and is reminiscing the past.— Warning: Angst, (maybe something similar to ptsd), graphic memories, self isolation, no comfort, and lingered unfinished chapter. Minimal torture, and threatening.

I may end up writing these occasionally, so maybe. ————————————————————————

Falling from the abyss, the rainbow bridge’s glow dims as he falls further into space. The memories to what lead him to this moment spiral.

“I did this for you, for thor, for mother”

“No loki” Odin gives him a stare that meant everything he had done, was for nothing, and with that he lets go”

No time, no sound, just stars and coldness; open space. His form, slowly changes. His heritage showing through, pale skin turns blue, eyes turn red. Floating, and floating. He let his false form go.

Not expecting to survive but to stay for some time, he rests. Letting sleep take hold; and everything fades out.

The last thing they see. Is what they assume is the trickster’s final death as they have never gone beyond.

Waking up, loki feels something odd, “there floor beneath me. I am no longer in space”, he opens his eyes to see he is on a voyager of some sort. Metallic but just as cold as the place before.

Staying quiet, looking around. Seems to be nobody or something in sight. Getting up and walking to the door, loki then spots two creatures walking towards him, clanking with every step and the brushes of a drape follow behind.

The sound stops at the door, as the thing in-front of him gazes at him like as if he is a despicable creature, it unlocks the door. As loki walks backwards not wanting to be near, whoever or whatever this thing is.

It walks toward loki, with two other things behind it. And it seems to be talking in a weird language, what you would expect as klingon. The creature then turns its head and says “ there’s a reason we picked you laufeyson”

Loki looks put off guard by the creature knowing his name, as it continues “we have been watching you for a while now, your time here won’t be fun if you don’t comply, if you do comply to my commands, you should have no worry.”

Quietness, utterly. As he thinks of his options, loki asks, “what exactly do you want with me; I’ve been cast out what good am i.” He lets on.

“Our council called upon you laufeyson, wether you want to or not, your best interest is to comply;The smoother this offer goes the better”, the creature states.

He questions them.

“I understand your delegation, but this doesn’t seem to be something you’ve thought through. You essentially kidnap me just give me a grand offering, what is the purpose of this. Loki gives a quizzical looks, wanting to hear more about what he is being offered despite his dire circumstance.”

“Enough, we do not have any need to imply on what exactly this is. Listen now or this will turn quickly.” The two other things beside him step close, and shove loki to the wall.

The language spoken is yet again foreign, as quickly as they had spoken quickly turns to violence as they punch and hit, and cut the poor man. Leaving bruises and scarring.

It continues for a good hour, but even then the god being hardheaded would rather not comply.

Few hours into the prodding, they finally stop. If the mere god doesn’t do as told, he will be made to do so.

When he wakes up again, scars litter his body, bruises dark blue or dark against the mellow blue of his skin. He kinda just sits there. Thinking, I know they want to tear me down, as everyone else.

This ritual of abuse continues for months, as the god refuses to let them have his head, his intellect and strong mind place is all he has, he doesn’t have much physical strength as is.

And it stays this way..

As the time goes on, it reminds me of the isolation, when father stored me away in the farthest cell, only then the snakes dripped venom into my eyes. Thats a memory, id rather not confront.

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[divinegrey]

somebody else / sage x f!reader x jett

decided to fuck around with the prompt a little bit, hope you enjoy it! title inspired by somebody else from the 1975.

prompt: hello! could i get a jett or sage where reader is oblivious to their feelings, and in order to get them to do something tries to make them jealous? i also wanted to say that i really enjoy reading your work! [requested by anon, thank you for the compliment <3]

words: 1550

warnings: alcohol, cursing, angst with fluff and comfort

There’s no tactful way to describe how your heart seized up in your chest at the sight of Sage and Jett kissing. 

Jett with her arm around Sage’s neck, practically on her tiptoes to reach the healer. Sage with her hand on Jett’s waist, smiling as though the sun has just risen through the clouds for the first time. 

You thought it was a lie— you thought Chamber had been playing a ridiculously bitchy prank on you yesterday during practice at the rifle range, but standing here, lukewarm drink in your hand with the neon strobe lights of the club bearing down on you, the truth sinks in like a slow poison. 

Stupid. Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!

“Excuse me,” you mumble, putting your drink down on the high table, walking away from Killjoy and Raze. At the next inhale, it feels like you’re choking on the fumes of the club, too many smells infiltrating your nostrils at once. You hardly hear Killjoy calling you back, and you don’t see their worried glances. 

How could you, when it feels like your lungs have been split in half along with your heart?

You push out the back entrance of the club, rubbing the fuzziness in your eyes in an attempt to abate the alcohol running through your body. Where am I again? You glance upward at the street signs, blinking at the words written in German— Right, Berlin. We’re in Berlin. You start walking down the street.

You walk, and you walk, and you walk. 

If someone asked you how you ended up in a backwater bar in a less-than-nicer part of Berlin, you wouldn’t know how to answer them. What you can answer is how many shots you’ve had. 

“Another one, please,” you say, tapping the bar. The bartender shoots you a glance, but pours another thumb’s worth of whiskey into the glass. You look like an insane person, taking shots of an expensive brand of whiskey that’s meant to be sipped, but you’re beyond logic and reason right now. Besides, whiskey gets you drunk. 

And right now, you need to feel anything other than the pain in your chest when you think about Jett and Sage. It’s a torrent of emotions swirling in the form of a hurricane inside of your head; you should be happy for them, happy that they found each other and that they’re together. You should be at the club, congratulating them for their happiness and toasting to their future, because god knows futures are short when it comes to war. 

Instead, you feel nothing but bitterness for a love that was never meant to be yours, apparently. 

You grab the shot glass, bringing it to your mouth. Right when you’re about to tip your head back and feel the delicious burn in your throat, a hand wraps around your wrist. 

“We’ll wrap up her tab. Thank you.” 

Immediately, you switch the shot glass into your other hand, managing to sling it back before slamming the glass onto the bar. You might do a little too hard, because the bottom of the cup cracks. 

“Apologies. We’ll cover that too,” Sage’s voice is gentle to the bartender. Who, upon blurry inspection, doesn’t seem too mad about it, especially when Sage puts a healthy amount of cash onto the wood and slides it over to him. 

“C’mon, Y/N.” Jett’s voice on the other side, and fuck, could it get any worse. “We’re taking you home, spent fucking hours trying to find you.” 

You push yourself off the chair, the legs scratching against the floor rather unpleasantly. Words come out of your mouth like molasses, sticky and slurry. “I’m fine.” 

You’re really not. Just them being near you makes you want to scream. Or cry. Or both. 

The unknown third option becomes overwhelmingly clear when you stumble into Jett— she moved when you weren’t looking, fucking damn it— and all the blood in your body decides to rush up into your head, your vision blurring out. 

How many shots did you have?

As blackness seeps in from the corners of your vision, your hands going tingly, you mutter, “Seven.” 

— — —

Oh, Jesus. 

You’re never going to Berlin again. 

With a groan slipping out of your mouth, you peel your eyes awake. Everything in your body is akin to lead— heavy, sluggish, and god, you’ve got a headache that could split the Earth apart. 

“She’s awake!” 

“Jett, darling, be quiet.” 

Wait, what?

Your brain comes back together enough for your training instincts to kick in. You look around on either side of you, and the strange pressure you’d been feeling turns out to be bodies, the bodies of Sage on your left and Jett on your right, both of them staring at you with varying looks of concern. 

“Shit, sorry,” Jett whispers. She puts her hand on your cheek and you blink owlishly at her, jaw agape. Jett’s brows furrow together. “Don’t be fucking stupid like that again. You scared us.” 

“Wha—” 

Sage turns your head to face her. “What Jett means to say is that we were worried. None of us could find you.” The healer casts her gaze to Jett. “And you. I told you that your idea wasn’t going to work.” 

“How was I supposed to know?!” Jett retorts, her voice squeaking. 

“Usually, when you’re trying to broach the subject of a ‘throuple’—” Sage made air quotes with one hand before laying it to rest over you. “Kissing in front of the third person who doesn’t know you’re together isn’t smart.” Her eyes flick to you, apologetic in their deep brown nature. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” 

In your confused, slightly delirious head, you sputter out— “Buh?” 

Jett snickers. “Oh my god, she’s so hungover.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” Sage retorts with a sharp eyebrow. She focuses on you once more, helping you sit up until you’re upright. She slides her hand over your neck, pressing her forehead to your temple, and before you can even think of something to say, the icy cool feeling of Sage’s healing magic slides through your body, easing the headache in your head. 

A sigh of relief slips through your mouth and you lean further into Sage’s touch. “Fuck, that feels so good.” 

“You’re lucky I’m not mad at you,” Sage murmurs, stroking your hair. You blink through the dredges of your headache as it slips from your bloodstream and… wherever it goes when Sage uses her healing abilities. It’s the same moment that everything in your brain clicks back into place, and you realize what the hell is going on. 

“Wait—” you turn to Jett. “You planned that? Kissing Sage?” 

Jett, like a burglar that’s been caught red-handed, flushes furiously. “Uh— yeah, that’s my bad. I thought if I kissed Sage in front of you that you’d finally do something.” 

“What?!” 

“Okay, I get it! It was a bad plan, I’m sorry!” Jett says, throwing her hands up as she flops onto the bed. 

“You guys— you guys knew?” You ask, your voice small. 

Sage rubs your shoulder. “Y/N, you weren’t exactly secretive about it. Jett and I both knew, and I wanted to talk to you, just the three of us, before Jett decided to make a show of it. We’re sorry, truly.” 

“I—” you go silent, the words rolling around in your head. They both know I like them. They wanted me as their third? Do… do they still want me?

“Of course we do,” Sage says gently. 

“Fuck, did I just say that out loud?” Your eyes widen, and behind you, Jett snickers before you feel her hands on your waist. Jett rests her head on your shoulder. 

“We still want you, if you’ll have us,” Jett says, and you can just hear the hope brimming in her words.  

“Then you won’t mind if I just—” You turn your head, cupping Jett’s face and pressing your lips onto hers. The small squeak that comes out of her mouth is adorable, but her eagerness comes back double, her arms tightening around your waist. 

But before you can get too much into it, you pull your head away from Jett. Turning to Sage, you find the healer observing you and Jett with a softness in her eyes. But past that… her pupils are dilated and there’s a faint, barely there blush on her cheeks. 

“Don’t stop on my account.” Her voice is throaty. 

“Then I wouldn’t get to do this,” you reply, leaning forward to kiss her. It’s a stark, shocking difference from kissing Jett. Jett was all too ready to take control after kissing you for only a second, but Sage is a mellow tide that swells into a storm so quickly you don’t realize what’s happening until you’re pressed back into the bed. 

“There will be more time for that later,” Sage whispers, sliding her hand up your front. “But for now, back to sleep. I cleared our schedule.” 

“God, I love dating the second in command,” Jett says, worming her way until she’s snuggled up next to you. The grin on your face is massive, and with both of them at your side, you fall back into a dreamless sleep. 

~~~~~ A/N: "i should really beta read my stuff more" i say, but do i ever? nope! thanks for reading!

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