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koenigami · 6 months

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not sure if you allow it, but how does wriothesly react when the reader uses their safe word during an intense session?

tags : fem!reader, smut, crying, use of safeword, aftercare, comfort, +18

It's hot in the room, the constant gurgling of the pipes reminding you that WRIOTHESLEY must have turned up the heating higher than usual. Then why is your body shivering, with goosebumps all over your skin? You can't see him, can't hear him because he has barely talked to you ever since he's returned from his office. Yet you feel his large, intimidating form loom over your body from behind. You can't speak, can barely breathe with his constricting hand around your throat that somehow seems to get tighter by every passing second.

He's immune to your whimpers, to the tears rolling down your cheeks. With each forceful thrust of his, you hear the bed creak and feel your knees get weaker, your body loosing strength until you're nothing but a limp toy for him. You want to get up, push him away, but the grip his other hand has on your wrists while holding them behind your back- He's just too strong.

That's when even the last ounce of pleasure leaves your body and you're left with nothing but dread and panic. "Red, p-please." you barely recognise your own voice, hoarse and frightened. "No more, please, red."

The pressure on your windpipes is gone instantly. You realise it, not by the oxygen that is easier entering your airways, no, because you still feel like you're suffocating. You realise it because his warmth is as well gone in an instant. W-Where did he go?

Rough hands are all over your body, yet they treat you with so much care, helping you turn and lie on your back, soothing down your thighs. One of them at last settles on your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing it and wiping the tears away. "Y/n? Sweetheart, you with me?"

You sniffle and press the heels of your palms against your eyes, your chest shaking with more sobs that won't stop racking your body. "I'm sorry, 'm so sorry. I-I don't even know-"

"No, no, don't apologise. There's nothing to be sorry for." Your brain still feels foggy as you finally look over at Wriothesley who's crouching beside the bed, giving you enough space to breathe yet still having his hands all over you, not wanting to let you go. Nonetheless, you're able to notice the tension in his posture, in his facial expressions. "Just try to relax, alright? You're okay now." his hand shifts to your hair, fingers combing through the messy strands until they settle on your scalp, soothingly massaging you there. "You did good. It was too much, wasn't it?"

"Couldn't breathe." you whisper and realise that you feel so small in his presence, but not in an inferior way. Wriothesley may look all brutish and intimidating with a strength that could crush any allegedly impenetrable door in the fortress, but you're well aware that he would never use that strength against people that he cares about. "And, uhm-"

Piercing blue eyes watch as you nervously fiddle with the blanket that he has covered you with. But the little peck he gives you on your shoulder tells you that he wants to let you have a breather and take as much time as you need to sort your thoughts. "You seemed a-angry. You were so quiet and, I don't know. It was..."

"Scary?" he finishes for you, a gentle and reassuring smile plastered on his face that alleviates the pressure on your chest.

"Yeah."

Silence invades the bedroom for a short moment, making you forget that you're miles beneath the water surface, that the room which you share with him belongs to a prison, that a few moments prior your body has been in a fight-or-flight mode. The silence reminds you that you're safe and that all of this, all of him, is home. "Will you come back to bed? And hold me?"

Wriothesley's eyes soften at your request and the timid sound of your voice. "Of course, my love." His knees pop when he eventually gets up, pressing a fleeting kiss on your temple before he picks his pants up from the floor and puts them on. Despite the previous events, you can't help but feel a light heat creep up your neck when you get a sight of his naked buttocks.

"Careful with those wandering eyes. I might think you want to continue where we left off." Wriothesley chuckles when you pull the blanket over your head, a futile attempt to hide your embarrassed expression.

"Come here." the mattress dips beside you and you let him tug the blanket off your head. The warmth and smell of his make you sigh in contentment once he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm the one who should apologise. I was not aware of how much I was hurting you."

The teasing smirk and brief leisurely attitude are gone, replaced by a seriousness that you usually only get to see when he's handling work related matters. He kisses your face again and again, further silent apologies that he hopes will lessen the pain inside your chest. And his. "I was a little irritated, yes, but that had nothing to do with you. Some inmates got their hands on a few bottles of wine." he explains. "Those drunkards started spewing lots of nonsense when I confronted them about it."

What did they say?" you inquire quietly, your eyes slowly but surely feeling heavier. With a palm against his naked chest, you notice the rapid heartbeat but decide to not give it any mind, since Wriothesley's tender strokes along your back are truly not making it easy for you to stay awake and think straight.

He stops his movements for a short moment, clenching and unclenching his fist as his eyes trail over the red, irritated skin of his knuckles.

"Your grace has turned quite soft." "Your little mouse must be doing a great job in bed, huh?" "Why don't you lend her to us? I'm sure we could teach her a thing or two?"

"Nothing you should worry your head about." his voice is merely a whisper as his lips move against your forehead before he buries his nose in your hair and resumes to trace more soothing shapes on your lower back.

a/n : thank you for your patience, dear anon! hope you'll see this since your request has been sitting for a while in my inbox-

#jinx approves. I post.#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley genshin impact #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley comfort #wriothesley x you #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin smut

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alienzil · 6 months

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DP x DC Prompt/notion # 4

So Danny has the classic reveal gone bad scenario and the Fentons try to capture him to "tear him apart molecule by molecule".

Danny escapes into the ghost zone with the help of Sam, Tucker and Jazz but he's in bad shape.

What Danny had never been told is that newly formed ghosts like himself are considered babies until they're at least a century old. Baby ghosts generally either have parents if they're born in the realms or get adoptive parents shortly after forming and are highly dependent on their guardians until their core is fully matured. Every ghost can sense a baby and has the instinctual urge to protect them (especially if they haven't been adopted yet). Every baby ghost has the instinctual urge to find a compatible parent or parents. A baby won't imprint on just anyone and will hide or run from most ghosts until they find one that they can imprint on. The majority of the ghosts that have met Danny never knew he was a baby, both because he already had his living parents and his emotional connection with them was close enough to satisfy his ghostly need for a parental bond and because, with his abnormally high power level, it never would have occurred to them to think he might be an infant. A newborn ancient is exceptionally rare and your average denizen of the realms will have never seen one. Basically, to your average ghost, Danny feels like he's eons old and any hint of "baby" they get from him mostly just ticks them off because they think he's mocking them and pretending to be less powerful than they know he is. The other ancients knew of course, but they also knew that Danny's human guardians were satisfying his needs for now and most assumed he would be adopted once they passed. Half a century or so isn't very long to wait after all and the new baby is half human so it's probably best to let these things happen naturally.

Knowing none of this, when Jack and Maddie rejected Danny it severed their connection and the backlash of losing that bond caused his Phantom self to naturally revert to a smaller form that more closely matched his actual age as a ghost. Still in shock and operating almost entirely on instinct and emotion, Danny started to search the Realms for what he had lost. He needed to find his parents.

*****

Meanwhile, John Constantine had a problem with an upstart cult that had summoned an interdimensional...something. He really didn't care. Whatever it was, was behind a barrier they'd thrown up that he couldn't breach. He'd be perfectly willing to leave them to their own mess except their whole damn town was behind the barrier so now it was his problem to fix.

Interdimensional problems call for interdimensional solutions so he'd called Bob. Bob wasn't really his name (nor was he really a he) but he hadn't objected to the moniker or the pronouns John had given him so Bob it was. Bob was an eldritch nightmare of a creature who kept the bulk of his true form politely out of this dimension and only just barely inched in for a quick visit every 20 years or so. Constantine had worked with him before, he was a pretty nice bloke for an unknowable monstrosity.

Bob fed on energy and his usual diet consisted largely of the background energy of the cosmos but he liked a special treat now and then (who doesn't?). So John made a deal with him. Bob took care of his little cult problem and John spent a very... ahem... "energetic" evening with Bob in exchange. Not really a hardship on John's part, Bob wanted more energy, not less, and knew a thing or two about how to get it.

*****

The creature known as Bob was preparing to withdraw the small portion of his presence that was currently on Earth with the human called John Constantine when another part of him noticed something. Bob smiled to himself (as much as Bob could smile that is). What a wonderful coincidence that the Constantine human's energy would be so perfectly matched to this other beings and that Bob was here at the exact right moment to assist with their meeting!

"I thank you again for sharing your energy John Constantine. It was delicious as always."

"Don't mention it mate. Look me up next you're in town and feeling a bit peckish. Always happy to oblige." John replied with a smirk.

"I will heed your words John Constantine and seek your presence upon my return. As a token of my affection for you, a small gift that you might enjoy until we meet again." Bob briefly opened a portal between the Infinite Realms and the House of Mystery as he left. He hoped his human friend would enjoy the gift. Bob had never spawned himself but he'd heard parenthood was one of life's great joys.

"Gift?" John had just enough time to say as he was hit in the face by a chirping, wriggling, excited creature.

"Oi!" John stumbled back a step as he reached up to try and pry the thing off his face. He managed to grab ahold of the damn beast and held it out at an arms length to get a look at it. Deprived of his face, it wrapped its body tightly around his arm and nuzzled its head into the palm of his hand.

John stared at the creature. It was the roughly the length of his arm, mostly black with white markings and white floating hair on a human shaped head and face, complete with glowing green eyes. It was vaguely snake shaped...or... one might say...tentacle shaped...

John gulped and pictured Bob. Bob's appearance, or what little bit of his appearance John was able to perceive, was a writhing mass of black tentacles that glowed a bright, luminous green.

So, the "gift" Bob had left him mostly had Bob's coloring and was kinda Bob shaped. Except it had small human arms and hands and a tiny mostly human head and face and... was that his nose?!

"Oh bollocks, I'm a dad!"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #John Constantine is Danny's dad #Except he actually isn't #Except he really is now since Danny imprinted on him #Little baby man #Bob the eldritch entity #Prompt/notion

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sansaorgana · 3 months

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Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀

EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!

hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡

i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #lilysfiction #gale cleven x reader #*buck #austin butler x reader

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jester089 · 6 months

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Locked away

TADC crew x abstracted reader. But with a twist, you'll have to read to find out what the twist is. Or you can just go to the end I'll write it there for those who want context.

Caine

When you abstracted it was sad but Caine honestly wasn't surprised. You were showing signs for a while after all. He did his best to make fun adventures and distractions but in the end you were lost. He moved on rather quickly I'm sad to say. You aren't the first person he enjoyed the company of to lose their mind. He moved on like always, no real differences showing themselves. That is until the next person that abstracted. He opened up the cellar to get them out of the way only for a non abstracted you to crawl out. You were shivering and had a thousand yard stare. But you were alive! He quickly swoops down and starts making sure your ok. He asks so many questions only to not get any answers. Or even a reaction out of you. It took some time and the others mentioning things for him to realize that you weren't there anymore. You were physically, you were sitting right in front of him as he speaks. But you weren't there mentally, you were gone. With a heavy heart and regret he puts you back in the cellar. It feels wrong to do but he can't just keep your emotionless reactionless body up where everyone can see it. Chance of abstraction 0.5/10

Gangle

Don't do this to the poor sweetheart Watching your glitchy form get put into the cellar like all the others broke her. Just you abstracting was enough to completely change Gangle. She went from not doing ok. To severely depressed and on the verge of giving up. She would mope around and never really interact. Her comedy mask long forgoten and collecting dust in your old room, sitting on your old bed. She visits your room every now and again but can never get past looking at the door. To many memories, to much hurt. When she heard you were ok and not abstracted from Pomni and Ragatha she didn't believe it, she couldn't believe it. But after enough convincing she went to go see you. And they weren't lying. There you were. Sitting on the ground staring at nothing. Second she catches a glimpse of you she sprint and you full speed and glomps you. She wraps around you tight enough to suffocate you, and peppers your face with kisses. She doesn't notice through the tears of joy or lovely feeling of holding you again that you aren't reacting to anything. But once the high of seeing you again wears off she'll realize. Just give her some time to be happy. She just got you back and your already gone again. Caine said you were broken beyond his help. Watching you get forced into the cellar again broke Gangle. Don't worry about the cellar being lonely and cold anymore, she's going to be joining you soon. Chance of abstraction 10/10

Zooble

You were the only one in this colorful hell that she felt close too. That she trusted. And your gone, just like so many before you. But you aren't like all those others. You were special. You mattered to her. She rarely showed up to adventures and rarely talked before. Now you would be lucky to see her outside of her room. Or yours. You just made her feel so complete. Like she isn't a random mess of parts. When she hears that you back she doesn't believe it. She doesn't even go to check because she truly believes the others are just trying to get her out of her room. She doesn't know that you were actually back. But that also means she doesn't have to go through loosing you again. She finds out a week or two later and you did actually come back and feels horrible. You were there, and she didn't even show up. Chance of abstraction 7.5/10

Ragatha

I feel like despite her go lucky and up beat personality she's one of the if not the closest to abstraction. She just doesn't show it cause she is supposed to be the well held together one, the anchor for the others. You were her little ray of sunshine. And not that digital sun outside, just your presence made her feel like she wasn't trapped in a computer. But your not here anymore. You haven't been for a long time. But shhh don't tell her that. When you abstracted Ragatha fell into her delusions. She lives in her memories of the real world, and of you two. When your brought back she doesn't even really react cause in her mind you've been there the whole time. She knows that isn't true. But it's her last chance to not lose herself. She wants to stay strong for you, and for the others. But seeing you in front of her, but it not actually be you. Just a husk of what you once were. Seeing YOU. Actual you being shoved into the cellar breaks her. It can go one of two ways. Either she goes fully delusional, or she abstracts right then and there. Chance of abstraction 8.5/10

Jax

Now Jax is an interesting one as I can see it going one of three ways. 1. He gets 5x more bully like and starts acting like he actually wants the others dead and isn't just doing it cause he finds it funny. 2. Losing you completely changes him. After enough time he is actually able to get over you and improves as a person to honor you. 3. Acts like it doesn't even happen and is the same as before. But if anyone brings you up he either gets violent, depressed, or both. For the sake of this I'm going to go with two as it's the most f#*&$@% up. Jax missed you. He missed you a lot. But he's a tough rabbit and isn't just going to give up cause your gone. That's Gangle's job, The little push over. He mourns losing you for a while but is surprisingly able to get over it. Once he is ready to join the others again he acts differently. He doesn't bully or prank. And any jokes he says are incredibly light hearted. Like he's scared, of what? The others don't know. Ragatha appreciates the change but knows that it only happened because he's been put though a lot of pain. He starts helping on adventures and doing his best to cheer everyone up. But then he sees you again. Sees you in the flesh not in a dream, or a nightmare. He wants so badly to run up to you and give you a big ol hug and take you back to his room for cuddles. But he can see in your eyes and the way your breathing. While that is your body. That isn't you. As he watches Caine put you back in the cellar he starts glitching and holding on to his head like it'll split if he doesn't. But before anyone can comfort him or ask if he's ok he's back up and just as cheerful as ever. From that day on he didn't allow himself to feel anything. Good, bad, neutral. None of it. He loved you. And look where that got him. Chance of abstraction 3/10

Pomni

Yeah this'll end well. Totally. 100% So for Pomni it does kind of depend on how long she's been there. If she's still new it wont affect her as much as she didn't know you that well. If she's been there a while then she's going down with the ship. Her ship. You. Pomni was still pretty new to the circus and the digital world. But with you and Ragatha's constant reassurance and help she got used to it rather quickly. You and Pomni got close enough to start dating getting far enough into it to ask Caine for date nights Be warned, He can and will watch you two go out. But just as she was starting to feel comfortable with this place and happy to be with you, she lost you. She spends most of her time going over every single memory you two had together. And the more she nit picks the more she feels like it's her fault. You had been here so long, you had done so well. Then she showed up. And now your gone and trapped in a dank cellar. But she's still here. If it wasn't for Ragatha she would have joined you in that cellar really soon but she trudged on. She was there. When you got pulled out of that hole. She was there watching you shiver on the floor mumbling about something. She was there when you got put back in. That was it, the final nail in the coffin. Well at least she wont have to suffer so much every day. Chance of abstraction 9.5/10 (The base for this is "your another person trapped in the digital world. And you were dating the character. But then you abstracted. Some how while trapped in that cellar you un-abstracted but you couldn't get out. So being trapped in a pitch black, cold, and wet place broke you mind. Only for you to be pulled out by Caine and break your S/O's mind. At least you two can live in hell together.") (Hope you enjoyed. I wrote this while high off my ass on coffee and sugar. So that's why it's so long.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #heavy angst #not beta'd #noob author

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falling-star-cygnus · 3 months

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im still hung up on Adam hating seeing Lute cry if you couldn't tell

pr.2 of my previous Guitarspear fic❗ :D

basically- Adam's death was just a nightmare on Lute's part and he was actually only injured yes this is me being delulu

{The first man's palm is warm in his final death.}

{Lute shoots up in bed and chokes on a scream.}

{She can feel her chest heave, too hot tangled in her blanket and yet far too cold at the same time. Hot like the blood Adam left on her cheek. Cold like his hand}

{The exorcist slowly lowers herself back down onto the pillows, subconsciously brushing her fingers over her cheek to wipe away ichor that’s no longer there. Lute's heart is beating a mile a minute. She can feel it pulsing in her throat}

{The black and white feathers of her wings tremble, loudly broadcasting their presence and demanding to be soothed; the angel takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes}

{She was being silly.}

{Adam's cold hand on her cheek, his ragged inhales, the golden blood staining unholy ground, his final-}

{Lute throws her blankets off}

"Just a quick check,"

{She swears to herself, barely noticing her feet carrying her to Adam's quarters until she's gently pushing the door open}

{Adam's larger then life form is lying on his bed, facing the wall, and still.}

{Until a heaven-shattering snore disrupts the silence. Lute feels like she can breathe again}

{With a long sigh, Adam's lieutenant turns around to head back to her own room. The ache in her chest has lessened, thankfully, at seeing her boss alive and well. But somehow... it wasn't enough}

{Which was ridiculous, Lute was being ridiculous. What more could she possibly need? That was appropriate for someone of her status to ask for- that is. Obviously she couldn't just-}

{Lute is pressing her ear to Adam's chest before she's even processed she's entered his room.}

{The steady thump-thump-thump of his immortal heart is like a balm on her frazzled nerves. Her eyes close as a sigh of relief wracks her suddenly exhausted frame}

"huh- what the fuck? Lute?"

{Lute would like it on record that the sound that left her mouth at Adam's sleep-raspy voice was not a yelp in any shape or fashion}

"S-sir! I was just-"

{Just what!? Just listening to his heartbeat to reassure herself he wasn't dead? Just watching him sleep? She couldn't say that. Pathetic. She was being pathetic}

"You were just...?"

{Adam's not wearing his mask. Which makes sense, it's 3 in the morning and he was sleeping. Of course, the first man wasn't wearing his mask.}

{It's not like Lute was complaining about it, he was very attractive under his mask. He was attractive with it, if she was being hones with herself.}

"Just-"

{Lute can feel a familiar burn working it's way up her throat as Adam raises an expectant eyebrow. She can't meet his eyes anymore, her actions were beyond shameful. Beyond embarrassing. All because she was needy-}

"Ah- shit- tears... uh-"

{Nice, familiar, warm hands cup her face awkwardly. His thumbs clumsily try and rub away the salty tears that pour down her face unbidden. When had she started crying?}

{Lute can't really bring herself to care when those hands only further prove that her boss is alive in front of her.}

"C'mon Dangertits, don't cry! You're supposed to be badass!"

{It's so heart-wrenchingly close to what he had said to her on that day that Lute just cries harder. She can't get any words out, can't say anything to rectify her rather pathetic display. But- Adam almost died. Almost died in her arm. She's allowed to be upset damnit!}

"Fuck- uh- ah shit, Lute. Please? Please don't cry..."

{The first man is full of surprises tonight. First saying please and now dragging his lieutenant into his arms with a near frantic urgency}

{He holds her head gently to his chest, golden wings folding over the shaking exorcist in a protective barrier. That familiar thumping fills her ears again.}

{Lute can feel his hand card awkwardly through her silvery hair, the other resting on the stump of what's left of her arm. It feels... surprisingly nice}

"See? I'm- I'm ok, yeah? Takes more then some fuckin' cyclops with a needle to take the first man out."

{Now that Lute's not driving herself into a headache with sobs, she can hear the shaky notes of concern under his boasting. The hands pull her just a bit closer, and it's because of this closeness that she can hear:}

"...i hate seeing you cry."

{It's whispered so softly it's like a secret admission, like nobody but him was supposed to hear it; not even Lute}

"...so please, don't do it. Not for me."

{Adam buries his nose into the silver strands he's been finger brushing, moving his hand to hold the back of her neck instead}

{The exorcist's tears have died into sniffles, the expected headache raging inside her skull in sharp fireworks. Lute turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on Adam's shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest}

{They stay like this for a good ten minutes or so. Until Lute is feeling tired enough to attempt sleep again and uncurl herself from her boss's comforting hold}

{The lieutenant doesn't want to leave his arms, embarrassingly enough. But she's overstayed her welcome and they both need their rest if-}

{Adam's wings drag her right back into him}

"Sir-!?" "Adam."

{Lute's jaw closes itself with a click as the first man cuts her off, laying back down on his side with his best friend in his arms}

"Just- Adam. Just for right now..."

{It's a rare show of vulnerability from him, drawn out from his lieutenant's tears. Lute can't bring herself to deny him anything, not when his arms and wings are holding her close like she's something precious}

"...Adam."

{They'll have to talk about- this- in the morning, probably. Whatever this is between them. Or maybe they won't. Maybe when Adam wakes up, Lute will have already fled back to her room. Maybe Lute will wake up in an empty bed far too big for smaller stature and tucked in a blanket.}

{Or maybe they'll wake up still tangled in each other, still with tears stains on their persons, still holding each other tight enough that neither Heaven nor Hell could pull them apart}

{Maybe they'll just be Lute and Adam. For a few more stolen moments.}

#GOD they're in love #ugh #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanfic #guitarspear #adam x lute #lute x adam #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #vivziepop #adam hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel

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mikobeautifulheart · 1 month

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Intervention

Sukuna x reader

Mentions of kidnapping ig and arranged marriage.

like 700 wordsish (Correct me if u want idc)

NOT EDITED

Synopsis: You were going to go get married off to the Gojo clans strongest, how ever you disappear when your marriage is announced. The only clue anyone has to your disappearance is the monster lurking in the near by woods.

(Set in medieval times with Sukuna's true form)

You sat before your parents respectfully as you were taught, these times were so unfair to a woman.

You were just told that you were going to be married off to the Gojo clans heir and that its an honor to be his wife.

In all honesty, you didn't care. Since the day you were conscious you were reminded not to get attached to anyone because in the end you would always be married off in the end with no say.

You did remember those days where you didn't bother as much with life, the ones where you snuck out and hid in the woods not to far from your family's estate. You went there because no one would go look for you there.

There was a rumor around that there was a beast, a hideous killer hiding out in those woods, one with blood red eyes and a violent nature. You were convinced that it was just another way of scaring kids out of the woods so they wouldn't run away or play in the woods anymore so it never stopped you.

Offten you would get fed up in the day and escaoe in the night, crying silently as you ran into the woods. This was almost every night as a child because of the harsh reality hitting you.

Learning that you couldn't play with other kids because of their status? Crying in the woods.

Being taught hard complicated etiquette lessons as a child? Woods.

Brothers getting better treatment AND getting acknowledged at dinner? Woods.

You learned that the world was unfair and that it would stay that way. Would it?

The night when you were told you had an arranged marriage you thought you would handle the inevitable news fine, but something in your heart throbbed. Something about not even knowing the man you were to marry killed you. You slowly walked into the woods trying to keep your eyes clear so you wouldn't trip over something.

"How do you even marry a man you don't know?" You hicced before stopping at a rock in the middle of the woods and breaking down on it.

"I though I would be okay." You said not even trying to wipe your tears anymore.

The woods were silent until you heard an abnormally loud crash, a whole tree had crashed to the ground. Your head peaked up from your curled up body. In sheer disbelief you saw a tree cut at the stump and something, someone, standing behind it.

You stared waiting for it to move, as it stood still you noticed that it had 4 piercing red eyes and four arms as well as its abnormally large frame.

A chill ran down your spine. This was the monster that they warned you about all those years ago, it really wasn't a myth. Looking at it now you could say they even down played it.

Not even willing to stay any more you slowly turned your back to it and ran off the rock. You tried to munover yourself between all the trees but the forest was to dense. You heard swift wind cutting noises behind you speeding up and it made your adrenaline kick in.

You started to push through the smaller trees and shrubbery but they just ended up slowing you down, you went to finally reach the dirt path out but your foot got hooked on a log.

Just before your face hit the ground you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and hold you up above the ground.

You opened your mouth to scream for help but a large hand covered it. You struggled tirelessly kicking and muffled screams but it was no use.

"Shush brat, I can help you." A low voice practically growled into your ear. You tried to turn your head away but the hands grip was to strong.

"All you have to do is close those pretty eyes of yours and all your problems will go away." This only made your eyes widen, what could he mean? Was he going to kill you? Rip you to shreds and eat your raw body? Torture you to death?

You struggled even harder but still, no use.

"I said I can help you, are you even listening?" It growled.

You only let out muffled sounds, digging your nails into his arm. He didn't even notice.

"You'll thank me later." He said before he started to carry you away.

Half way there you gave up on escaping but that didn't mean you weren't afraid.

You came to a hult abs saw a large shrine like place that you were being taken into. You were more amazed at this point, you were never told what was in the forest let alone what structures hid in the trees.

As soon as he walked under the large gate the strong smell of blood, it was so strong it almost made you gag.

The crunching of bones under his steps were sickening, but it just made him smile even wider.

Eventually he carried you inside where he dropped his hand and practically dropped you, the sheer size of his torso was inhuman.

"Wha-what do you want from me?!" You said moving away from him.

"I'm sure I don't taste good, I mean I'm like old, 20 is pretty old"

"And I'm 530 years old, I'm sure your blood is delicious."

Your eyes went white. Were you actually going to die here? No way in hell were you going to let that happen. But what if you went back? Would you still be married off?

"Why were you so loud today, you usually don't cry that much."

You froze, usually? What dose he mean usually? How long had he watched you?

"I-I didn't want to be married off..." You said.

"I dont even know the man so how can I marry him?" You looked at the mosters face.

Forget it this was not the time, you needed an escape.

"Then don't marry him." He said stepping toward you.

"You-are you serious? You just took me! You kidnapped me and I don't even know you either!" You said walking backwards until you were stopped by a wall.

"Now thats not true, I'm sure the towns people have talked about me." He said with a smirk.

"Yes, that you're a cold blooded killer and cannibal!" You jumped as he put his 4 arms either side of you.

You ducked down and ran past him deeper into his estate. You didn't even know where you were running you just stopped when your lungs felt life they were going to crush.

The strong smell of blood made you fell like you were going to throw up. You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself before you looked up and saw a pile of bones. Lots of bones. Some of them still had flesh on them and were dripping blood.

Your eyes widened when you looked down at your feet and saw a human arm before your eyes trailed closer into the pile barely just spotting a human face under the bones.

You were about to focuse you attention on the body infront of you before a large hand covered your eyes.

"You weren't supposed to see that" he said in an almost sympathetic tone.

He stood still as he felt warm tears touch his hand.

You removed your shakey hand from your mouth.

"I-I don't want to die" You said unable to stop yourself. This-thing that took you is a murderer, everything they said was true. You were sure he was going to kill you, eat the flesh off of your very bones.

Thinking that this was it you made little attempt to come to peace with yourself.

"I should have just got married off. At least I could pretend to be happy."

The room was silent, all you could hear was the blood dripping. You felt your body being picked up and carried out of the room, but a hand still blocked your view. As if it mattered, you didn't really want to see how you died or know when it happened.

You felt your body being lowered on something soft before there was a sinking feeling on both of your sides. The hand moved off your face slowly to reveal just a tiered you. The tears weren't sad, they were frustrated and now you had no reason to cry as it came to an end.

"You don't have to pretend. Tell me what you want, i'll give it to you, i'll make you happy" The large body said as it hovered over your own.

You tried to cover your face with your arm but his hand held it away.

"I just want to be happy, I just want to be free." You said feeling the tears falling again.

"I can't set you free." He sighed

"But I can try make you happy, you just need to stay here forever."

It was a long shot but you already knew there was no escaping.

You just looked up at him and nodded ad he wiped your tears away with one hand.

"Fine, I'll stay."

It's not like you had anything to lose anyway.

THANK YOU FOR READINGGGGGG ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: I hate how its only good at the end, maybe that means I need a part 2. Well...yeah. Have a good what ever time.

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

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kalims · 1 year

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "I hope you know that the things I do for you are all in the name of love."

simple acts of love,

guess what I found DEEP, DEEP in my drafts.

characters. dorm leaders

includes. gn reader.

cw. short scenarios, bruh this was literally so deep like i was still rosestadt when I made this.. not proofread or changed at all since I made it.

note. no use of any names, only titles to fit in more with the gender neutral theme, since I know some people may know yn or name as an entirely different character.

riddle rosehearts — making their favorite kind of tea / coffee.

a clink makes riddle tear his eyes away from the history book he was previously skimming over. the action of his jaw chewing immediately ceased at the sound, leaving the taste of his favorite tart lingering inside his mouth.

dessert. it was always his favorite part of a meal, even if he didn't have much freedom to actually consume them in his childhood.

riddle finds himself looking at the prefect of ramshackle wearing a calm expression on their face, they present a relaxed exterior—and in their hand, is a cup of steaming, hot, lemon tea.

"prefect, what's this?" he blinks, slowly, and innocently. riddle leans over to let the aroma of the tea enter his senses. and when he does, there's only two cubes floating around the liquid.

and then there's a realization. "wait.. this is.." #339 your after-meal tea must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes.

you smile. "for you. your after meal tea should be lemon tea, right?" there's a moment of silence that ensures, before riddle answers slowly.

"ah... yes, I'm suprised you remember." he clears his throat. gladly lifting the cup up with the use of his fingers, and of course. leaving his pinky sticking out, it's the only proper way to drink tea after all.

the laugh that you release makes his face a little warmer, he isn't sure if it's because of you or the hot gas the tea emits. "well.. I don't really remember all the rules, I just happened to remember you mentioning it. that's all."

riddle presses his lips together. gripping the handle a little tighter. you were actually listening to him? what a joy, you should have been sorted to heartslabyul! he must make an appeal to crowley after this. "hm.. this is most appreciated, thank you prefect."

but for now..

you walk around the table until you're near enough to be able to lean and see what he's reading. "what are you reading?"

his answer is immediate. "I'm going over topics for the upcoming exam—" riddle pauses, and looks over at you. "—would you like to join me?

ㅤ

leona kingscholar — covering them with a blanket whenever alseep.

"ah.. he fell asleep again." you mumbled, trailing off for a second to admire leona's features. he probably was a pretty popular guy back in his home if he wasn't scowling so much.

you wrack your mind for the item you've misplaced. didn't you leave the blanket folded on the bed? you wonder. carefully sliding off the sleeping lion's head off your lap and into the couch, watching him grumble and stir.

please don't wake up.. you internally pray. sighing in relief when you finally slip away without disturbing his slumber. (which you'd like to differ.)

after making sure your legs weren't as numb as before, courtesy of leona laying on it for hours. only letting you leave when you needed to pee, trying to tell you to hold it in so he can 'sleep better.'

you peer inside your bedroom and marvel at the horrible generosity crowley gave you, you aren't really in the position to complain since you'd be homeless if it weren't for him. but now you wonder if leona would let that even happen.

the door would probably fly off its hinges if you pulled any harder, a few cobwebs around the corners you couldn't reach and there's rust forming around the metal surfaces of the room. barely noticeable but if you come closer it's definitely there, the room looks relatively okay compared to the other rooms of ramshackle.

you quickly grab the blanket atop your bed, snuggling closer to the cloth gently tickling your face. it's soft and comfortable, perfect for a nap.

leona's sleeping figure comes to view after passing by a few rooms, ramshackle was bigger than you'd thought when you first gazed upon it from the outside. his position still stayed the same as it did the last time you saw him a few minutes ago, probably too tired to even move.

creeping closer to the unsuspecting man, you switch off the lights. humming softly at the way the darkness wrapped around you like a veil, casting a soft atmosphere across the room. and then finally, draping the blanket across his body, stretching it all the way just below his ankles. since you knew he didn't like both of his feet absorbed in the whole thing cause it might get too hot.

in fact he didn't bother with blankets much so you figured that you'd bring him one anyway from how cold it was in the winter. even when there's a fireplace just a few distances from you, the frost still somehow paves its way.

winter in this world was kind of a hassle since you had to shovel your way through patches of snow unless you wanted to get stuck inside the building. you found out the hard way after you got buried in a mountain of snow after opening the front door.

you sigh and shake your head, scratching your head from the memory. as you stand up you're suddenly bounding towards the couch at an alarming speed, so fast that everything actually blurred.

you took a few moments to register that you're laying down, cocooned in leona's arms. his breath tickles your neck as he nuzzles further in, providing you with the warmth to finally relax.

as some kind of bonus you aren't sure he's even aware of; his tail, usually swaying comfortably behind him is now wrapped around your leg as some kind of unconscious affection.

how do you get out of this? well it seems like he was aware and read your mind. "you don't."

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azul ashengrotto — popping into each other's zoom calls.

monstro lounge is pretty chilly. you think, he was pretty picky about his circumstances. you slide a finger over a surface and finding not a single dirt in it. but its expected when he's a merman.

you look up. marveling at the various fishes swimming around the ocean, of course. taking a second to admire the many coral reefs, all different in shape and color.

the lounge was pretty quiet. given when it's so early, the only reason you're only actually in here in the first place. was because you'd fallen asleep, waking up in azul's bed. the man himself sleeping on his side of the bed, leaving a big space between the two of you as if he was nervous to be in the same space as you.

leaving out the sounds of water flowing. there's also the eery laughter of two twin eels, that signals nothing good is ever gonna come out of it. and of course:

azul's voice, loud but oozing with easy confidence. which you're not even sure if it actually is after the whole overblot thing.

you curiously stare at the hall where you know leads to his room. if you focus you could hear.. "headmaster, with all due respect...." and then you bleurgh, is he talking to crowley? well it wasn't your business anyways..

so you let the intrusive thoughts win as you creep closer to the door of his room, there's a small opening as if it was begging for you to peek through, and you do.

you see azul seated on his chair, wearing his dorm uniform when it isn't even a school day as he talks actively to his monitor, and on his screen is a layout of all the dorm leaders you've come to know.

riddle is nodding attentively, speaking when necessary. leona is laid down on his bed, looking just about ready to drift off. kalim is showing the camera a bright smile as jalim urges him to listen in the backround.

vil looks like he's looking at himself in the camera more despite looking at the screen. idia's camera, of course being off. and malleus not even being present.. he probably got excluded in the invitation as usual, but you aren't even sure if he owns a phone, much well know how to use it.

crowley is also there but whatever.

you quietly slide inside. hastily passing behind him, praying you didn't appear. the meeting does go on, until kalim speaks. "wahh!! was that the prefect?"

azul blinks and turns in confusion. counting in his head that all prefect were in the call. when he sees you, his mind just blanks for a second so he just dumbly stares.

you wave awkwardly. "hi.." kalim returns the favor tenfold. "hi prefect!!"

"what's the prefect doing there so early?" riddle's voice fades into the room and azul forgot how to lie for a few seconds.

"hm? oh ah... well.."

somehow the dorm meeting whose main topic was originally planned to be for school. ended up with you being the topic.

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kalim al asim — running to them, picking them up, and spinning them in a circle.

in a hallway, kalim can be seen walking. there's a content smile on his face, a little duller than his usual bright one but a smile regardless. all in vicinity of the boy openly stare at his obvious upset mood.

there wasn't a jamil in sight which is strange since the classes of second years usually end at the same time, unless one of the professors had something to say.

ah... what do I do? I haven't received a letter from my family as usual.. kalim sighs solemnly, his shoulders further drooping. just the thought of his siblings makes him a little lonely.

if jamil was here he'd probably say. "kalim. you received a letter from your family three days ago." ah, he could almost hear his voice!

your head pops out from a pillar, grim following right after and as if some kind of butterfly effect, ace and deuce's heads pop up a second later. you all whisper vigorously.

"that's dorm leader kalim.. he looks upset!" deuce mumbles. ace just rolls his eyes and snorts. "yeah? way to point out the obvious genius."

they start bickering.

"why are we here? there's a lotta' food in the cafeteria and we're missing out.." grim says, then he looks at the pair. "oi! you two, you're gonna expose us!"

grim joins the bickering and you facepalm. it's a wonder kalim doesn't notice the chaos a few distances away from him..

you beam. "guys! I have an idea!" at your statement they both pause and look at you skeptically. "what?"

"sorry not sorry to say this but your ideas aren't exactly the best."

"who saved us from that one time in the mines?"

you join the bickering for a few.

that's how you ended up sprinting across the halls at a speed you didn't know you possessed. eyes locked in on the turban wearing man, kalim continues to trudge towards his next class unknowing of the chaos as usual.

"kalim!" the boy stops and turns around in confusion. nonetheless there's still a freindly look on his face, which soon turns into more confusion when he spots you making a beeline for him.

the next second he feels you collide into him, the air is knocked out of his lungs briefly and he feels himself hoisted up in the air and spun around while being hyper aware of your close, discret snuggling.

when his feet touch the ground there's an obvious lift to his mood. "that was fun!! let's do it again!!"

"wait I haven't worked out muc--"

you're both on the ground now.

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vil schoenheit — doing your makeup together.

there was always a saying. beauty is pain and you wholeheartedly believed it when you witnessed the whole backstory to vil's overblot. but now..

now you start to regret believing it because why does your brows even need to be perfect!? you side eye the mirror. it looks perfectly fine!

in his fingers lay a tweezer, and in between the tweezer is the sacrifice from your brows. "stop jumping around so much, I wouldn't wanna mess this up." vil scolds. choosing to not comment on the fact that you scooted away from him.

"ouch.." you're trying to resist to tear up. immediately scooting away from vil once you feel the awful, stinging pain from your eyebrow. he casts you a half hearted glare.

you narrow your eyes at him. "is this really necessary?" you question seriously. vil raises a brow, somehow making him look more sassy. "there isn't beauty without pain, this is a necessity."

you both stare in silence, neither giving up before he eventually sighs and rolls his eyes. "hmph. fine, we were done with that anyways." vil softens up. giving you a taste of mercy before grabbing a tube of eyeliner and beckoning you to come closer.

you oblige cautiously and place your hands on your lap, sitting idly as the pleasing sensation of the brush is felt ok your eyelids. from your unoccupied eye, you give a moment to admire his concentration.

wow he's.. "beautiful, hmm?" a look of confidence is paired with the air vibrating around vil. you nod mutely, not sure if he's talking about himself.. or you, most probably the first one.

vil stands up and grabs your wrist in a firm, tender grip. he leads you in front of a mirror, wearing a triumphant smile as he admires his work. "now you've grown, potato."

"are you gonna harvest me now?" you joke and his face drops. "...what? no."

idia shroud — bailing them out of awkward social situations with a specially-designed system of code words and hand motions.

anyone has the one time, sight of a lifetime of they catch eye of the ignihyde dorm leader. more looking like wanting no more than to just melt into the wall itself as idia presses himself further to the corner.

his fiery hair shrinks the more the random student—too enthusiastic for his taste, talks animatedly in a way that even he struggles to keep up. usually idia thinks he's good at multitasking since he could read subtitles while taking note of a particular fight scene.

but this was way too hard..

"hello!" idia flinched at the uncharacteristically loud tone you spoke it. the student however, blinks and turns to you with a raised brow. their attitude does a complete 180° but you admit you'd grown used to it.

this is a school for villians after all. they probably didn't want to talk to a nobody like you.

since the student seemed lenient on giving you the lesser treatment you just opted to ignore their existence and look straight into the anxious eyes of idia.

you beam a forced smile. "idia!—" but then the student interrupts you again, with a slight chilling persona. "excuse me. would you mind?" then they turn to him again.

contrary to their previous attitude they switch their personality again..

idia stares right into your soul. a silent plead. help me.

you cringe, hand switching into various hand motions when the student turns their back to you. idia's eyes widen in astonishment and understanding, his flames seemed a bit brighter. if you ignore the slight tinge of pink.

he nods at the student who seems ecstatic by his non-verbal response nonetheless. "i-...um... I have to go attend... a, b-birthday party for the reindeer? " idia mumbles out through clattering teeth.

"huh?"

it seemed like a question rather than an excuse so you started wildly gesturing—the student still unknowing of you. be more confident, relax. "I-I'm going to a birthday party!"

he adds after a long silence. "...for the reindeer!"

now he seemed way too excited.. you facepalm, opting to just leave him alone and gesture for him to take a leap of fate and start running towards you.

the student blinks and suddenly they're the only one alone in the hallway.

"wait... that was the prefect of ramshackle?!" a scream of despair.

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malleus draconia — tracing the veins on the insides of their wrists.

his hands are humongous. you muse. absent-mindedly toying with his fingers as you stifle a yawn. malleus hums, using the hand that you weren't occupied with to wipe away the tears that formed after your yawn.

affectionately of course.

but then again. you presume that since he's a dragon and all its expected, given his height was already quite abnormal from the start. up close, he's larger than expected.

it's funny. the literal guy feared by the whole school is letting you toy with his hands..contrary to the rumours he was a pretty nice guy! if you look past his intimidating persona atleast.

but you do get their fear of him. weird as it sounds.. malleus really is quite scary. even worse when he's somehow angry. with his tall exterior, emerald eyes that usually seems so dark, and the horns. it makes him look..

so beautifully dangerous.

you turn malleus' hand. immediately catching eye of the prominent veins, kind of flexing under the weight of your grip. you can feel the thrum of his pulse through your fingers.

"do you feel that?"

"..I believe so?" he looks more entertained than you.

you mumble. "why is it so.. long?" you gingerly rub the vein, you can almost feel malleus vibrate, seemingly pleased.

"because—"

"hUumaaAAANN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH WAKA-SAMA?!"

note. i just saw it when I was cleansing my drafts.. actually say thank you to ellie since they are wholly the reason why it gets published in the first place. again, NOT CHANGED AT ALL since I wrote it months ago

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larluce · 2 months

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Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 (You're here) , PART 6

After the third day Merlin doesn't come back from his visit to Claws' partner, Arthur gets worried and send search parties to look for him. Merlin said he'd be back soon. He wouldn't just leave and abandon him. Something wasn't right. Something bad must have happened. The prince is now in the middle of the Woods shouting his bird's name while other knights keep searching their surroundings.

Arthur: Merlin!

Knight 1: Sire, it's getting late. Maybe we should-

Arthur: No! We're not leaving until we find him!

Knight 2: (approaches running) Sire! I think I found something.

They follow the knight and they find the corpse of a dead merlin and a torn red neckerchief in the grass beside it. There's other corpse of a bigger falcon, obviously not a merlin. The crime scene is clear to Arthur. Both birds died fighting each other.

Arthur:...

Knight 2: I'm really sorry for...uh... your loss, your highness. I know he was very dear to you.

Knight 1: Yeah, he was a.. a really good hunter and... died with dignity! Like a warrior! He was-

Arthur: That's not Merlin.

Knight 2: (surprised) But, sire, the neckerchief is there. It must be him!

Knight 1: And that’s clearly a merlin.

Arthur: Yes, that's the neckerchief and that's a merlin, but it's not MY Merlin. Because THAT merlin is a female.

Arthur can't really blame his knights for not noticing. Even merlins confused Merlin for a female most of the time. But he knew the patern of his feathers well enough. Arthur doesn't know how the neckerchief ended there, but if it is there Merlin can't be far. Soon enough, he hears a familiar chirp.

Merlin: (chirps loudly from a tree)

Arthur: Merlin! (Turns to the sound and, as soon as he lays his eyes on Merlin, he's filled with joy and relief) Thank the gods! What are you doing there? Come down!

Merlin: (shakes his head and chirps in sorrow)

Arthur: (concerned) You can't? Why? Are you hurt?

Knight 1: (whispers to other knight) he's talking to the bird?

Knight 2: Get use to it (looks more carefully the branch Merlin is in) Sire! There's something under the bird.

Knight 1: Wait! Is that a... nest?

Arthur: (in realization, looks at Merlin and then looks at the dead merlin at his feet) Brownie?

Later in Arthur's chambers. Arthur and Morgana comfort a very distraught Merlin who is in his human form holding a nest with 5 eggs as close and as carefully as he can. The three are sitting on the bed.

Merlin: (sad but with no tears left to share) I was too late. I couldn’t save her. And the eggs were alone and needed incubation so I couldn’t leave either. I'm sorry I worried you.

Morgana: (with a hand on his shoulder) We completely understand, Merlin. Don't worry.

Arthur: (with an arm wrap around Merlin) I wish I had come sooner. You shouldn't have grieved Brownie alone. (Confused) Why couldn't you just use magic to transport yourself and the eggs here if you didn't want to leave them? You've done that before.

Merlin: (looks at the nest) Eggs are so fragile, I didn't want to risk them breaking in the way. Besides... (cuts himself and blushes a little)

Arthur: What?

Merlin: (smiles at Arthur) I knew you would come for me.

Arthur: (looks at him lovinly) wait (sudden realization) you didn't leave the nest at all? How did you eat?

Merlin: ...

Arthur: (sighs) I'll bring you some food. Want something in particular?

Merlin: Larks, please 🥺

Arthur: (doubts for a second but then kisses him quickly on the cheek before leaving)

Merlin:... 😳😊☺️

Morgana: Are you going to put those little ones somewhere?

Merlin: (looks around) I think Arthur's window is a good place. Do you think he'll mind?

Morgana: I'll make sure he won’t.

Later. Arthur and Morgana at Claws' grave now also Brownie's grave.

Arthur: At least now they are together.

Morgana: Well done, Arthur. Now you left 5 merlin chicks orphan.

Arthur: (ofended) Hey! Brownie's death wasn't my fault!

Morgana: But if you hadn't killed Claws, he would've been able to protect Brownie and his eggs!

Arthur: Oh, come on! That falcon was more than twice his size. He wouldn't have had a chance.

Morgana: Well, now we'll never know. (Sighs) How did Uther react when you told him you brought a nest with 5 merlin eggs with you?

Arthur:...

Morgana: You haven't told him?! 😨

Arthur: You know how much I had to fight for him to let me keep Merlin! You think he's going to let me keep 5 more?

Morgana: So what are you planning to do?

Arthur: Well, merlin eggs hatch in days time. We can hide them until then. Once they are out of their shell I can leave them in the wood-

Morgana: Oh, no. You're not abandoning those merlins! You killed their parents so now you are going to take responsibility!

Arthur: But-

Morgana: Responsability I said! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to make five more neckerchiefs (she leaves)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: What just happened? 😧

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #merlin prompt #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Dying in their arms - 141

CW: Death, blood, might put you in a coma.

Don't ask me why I made this... Because I have no good excuse other than I absolutely LIVE for writing angst 😌 it will be short but I intend to try and at least sadden you for even a moment.

Can be seen as romantic or platonic.

Soap 🧼

Johnny still remembers the sound. Or lack there of...

"Y/n? How copy, what are your coordinates?"

Silence.

"Y/n!! I heard heavy fire from the east, how copy?"

"Y/n answer me please!!"

Johnny rushes through an old building. He'd be searching for you for hours. Were the comms down? His insides tighten at the idea of where you were. Hopefully safe and alive.

He moves out of the house just as two military trucks pull away. "Y/n, two trucks leaving. Where are you??"

He follows the side of the building to where the trucks were and freezes

"Y/n?"

You were laying in the street. In your own blood.

"Y/N!!" Johnny runs over. His blood boiling and then freezing when he sees you. "No no no no no-"

He drops to his knees and pulls your limp body off the ground and into his arms. Blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes full of life for a mere second. Your body seems to give up when Johnny finally reaches you, and the light fades from your eyes. Your eyelids close as blood continued to pool around Johnny.

"Y/n wakeup... Y/n come on, wake up!"

He starts to shake when you don't respond. You don't open your eyes, you don't breathe. Tears swell in his eyes. "Come back..."

"Please... Open your eyes... It'll be ok..." He wheezes.

Johnny wails. heavy tears ruin his face as he sobs. "Come back- COME BAAACK!!" He screams. Pain destroys his voice and rips open his throat. He holds you tightly, trying to shake you awake.

"PleEeEase!!! Come back!" He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Your soft features tear his big heart into shreds. His whole body quivers and shakes. The bloody wound stares at him like a monster. With teeth and fiery eyes, taking you away from him.

His hand finds his comm before he can think.

"GHOST!! Please I need backup now! PLEASE!!!!" He screams again, fingers tightening in your hair. "I can't let you go..." He hicks. "I-I can't let you go..." He runs his fingers through your hair, choking on sobs.

"Anybody!! Help me!!" His comm was empty. "Please..."

Ghost 💀

Ghost had lost sight of you. It was only for a minute.

"Alright, take it slow, don't rush, don't rush. You're so close."

"Thanks Lt. It's really great to have you at my-"

He heard a shot.

Ghost bolts up. That wasn't him. "Y/n!?"

No response.

"Y/n how copy are you safe!?"

Silence.

"Shit-! No!! No!!" He abandons his gun and runs down the embankment. His heart pounding in his chest. There you are, laying in the road. "SERGEANT!" He runs to you and falls to his knees. You were toppled sideways, a bullet clean through your head.

Simon feels the wind knocked out of him. "No... NO! No nonononono-!" He pulls you up into his arms, limp and quickly growing cold.

"Look at me. Y/n look at me..."

"LOOK AT ME!!" He yells out of desperation. "You were so close please! Come on! Wake up... Wake up please-!"

He quivers and tears start to form. "Oh God..."

"Oh please no- please come back..." He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. everything seems slow. His eyes are seeing you but his brain isn't catching up that this is happening. That you're gone.

He cradles your body against the back of the alley wall and looks at you.

"Come back..."

"You're ok..."

His hand drops and rests on your cheek. Pain squeezes his chest and a great weight presses against his throat. Tears swell in his eyes as he holds you tightly. "You can't go..."

He whimpers, pressing his face into your messy hair. He starts to shake violently, no longer sure what to do. If he had made it... If he had noticed the sniper maybe he could have saved you.

He rips off his mask and hugs your body as tightly as he can. "You're the only family I have left- I can't lose you! Please Y/n for me!! For me! I can't go back to them without you!!"

"We're teammates y/n please!"

"I've taken care of you as best I could. I-I treat you like my sibling, you are like family- PLEASE!! DONT DIE!"

He screams for the first time in years. His body shakes with sobs, tears streaming unprovoked down his cheeks into your hairline. "Please don't leave me alone out here..."

Gaz ⚽

You'd been hit with a bullet. Gaz pulled your arm over his shoulders and walked you to the safety of a small hut just outside of your target zone. It wasn't safe but it would have to work.

He places you down on the floor and gets down next to you. "How's the wound?" He asks.

You breathe out heavily and pull your hand away, blood squelching from your side. You groan in pain. "Not good..."

"Let me go find some proper bandages ok? I'll be right back." He takes his gun and starts to search the cabin.

You feel cold and shaky. Your eyelids are heavy and you've lost too much blood to recover from quickly. "Kyle!" You call out desperately.

He returns with a few bandages and kneels at your side. "What's up? You ok?" You take his hand and shudder, tears swelling in your eyes. "Can you hold me..?"

"Yeah, I guess, just let me bandage-" you grab his wrist. "Don't bother..."

His eyes widen. "Y/n no I need to get you out of here." You grab his vest and pull him closer, his warm body sending shivers across your own. "Take off my gear..." You whisper. Kyle doesn't hesitate, stripping you down to your t-shirt and pants.

Tears are already swelling in his eyes. "I can't- no-!"

"Hold me, Kyle."

Kyle sniffles and pulls you into his arms. You rest against his warm chest, quaking hand grabbing the hem of his shirt. he closes his arms around you and presses a short kiss to the top of your head.

"Do it... Finish the mission... For both of us ok?"

He sobs and nods. You wipe away his tears and squeeze him tightly. You slowly close your eyes and rest back against his chest.

Kyle sits there. He sits there for what feels like hours. He sobs. He wails. He screams until his insides hurt and his voice gives out.

He hugs you in his arms, begging you tell him what he did wrong. His body moves and he brings you into the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and holds your hand tightly, a shaking, sobbing mess.

Price 🥃

You had your back leaned up against a building, heaving in the darkness. Your leg was shot full of pain, twisted and broken from your fall out of a military truck and you were losing blood quickly.

"Captain..." You shudder into your comm.

"Hang on y/n, almost there. Just a little longer."

"I don't know how much longer I have..." You cough blood up onto your uniform and down your chin.

"Hang on soldier, I'm coming. I'm gonna be right there."

You drop the comms and close your eyes. It feels heavy and cold. Your own blood the only warmth against your cold tactical gear.

Price wasn't far away, you knew that. You just had to try and hang on.

Price slams on the brakes of his vehicle when he reaches you. The empty dark streets make him want to move quickly. "Come on y/n!" He rushes over and grabs you. You're bleeding beyond repair but your eyes flutter open enough to see him.

"come on, I'll carry you-!"

You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his rough skin. "John..."

"It's ok- it's going to be ok!"

You ignore him. You have little time left and so many things still to say. A tear runs down your cheek as you shudder out a final breath.

John holds onto you tightly. His hands dig into your forearms even as your hand drops away from his face and your eyes close.

"Y/n..."

He presses his forehead against yours, feeling the life leave your body. His jaw clenches and tears form in his eyes. His body shakes with rage before he starts to cry. Tears slip down his cheeks, overcome with rage and sadness.

"I'm sorry..." He hugs your neck and lays your head on his shoulder and cries. He couldn't lose you. He'd lost so many good men and women he couldn't let you die too.

"Give me one more chance... Give me one more chance I know I'll do it right-!"

He shakes, his body throwing him out of sorts. "I can't lose you all..!"

He sits there alone in the darkness. He was all alone now. No one to come back home to. All he could do was mourn your death in the darkness.

"It was an honor serving with you..." He whispers shakily. He presses a soft kiss to your temple and lays you on your side. He salutes and climbs back in his truck, the sound of enemy patrol on its way...

Hi. No, if this hurt you, I do not apologize 😊

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 8 months

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Hold Me

Pairing: ftm!Leon Kennedy x cis!Male Reader

Summary: Leon's dysphoric and depressed and reader comforts him

Words: 859

Warnings: depression

Notes: I just wanna give him a hug and cuddle him until he feels better :(

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It didn't take very long for you to notice, given it wasn't some huge in-your-face statement, the little things he did just gave it away. Earlier that morning when Leon had finally woken up, it took him a little longer to get out of bed and when he finally did get up he walked hunched in on himself and put on a bigger thicker hoodie than his usual leather jacket. He took a while to get to the bathroom and when he did he hadn't bothered turning the lights on, you guessed so he wouldn't have to look at himself in the mirror.

When you’d offered him breakfast he had declined and pulled out his favorite whiskey and when you eventually took it away from him he had snapped at you and chewed you out. You knew he didn't mean the shit he said but it still hurt and you got a little mean with him in return causing him to recoil and slink back into your guys’ dark bedroom to get back in bed and wallow.

That left you sitting at the kitchen table feeling like an idiot for what you said. You look up at the door to the bedroom before sighing and getting up from the chair, you put Leon’s whiskey back and walk to the bedroom only to hesitate at the door when you hear Leon sniffling. It was very uncommon for Leon to be crying so you couldn't help but feel worried, more so when you pushed the door open to see Leon cocooned in blankets in the dark room “Lee… Baby? What’s wrong?”

You walk into the room unable to take your eyes off of the trembling lump of blankets. “Leave me alone” You have to strain to hear his muffled watery voice and when you do your heart breaks, Leon didn't deserve this. “Tell me what’s wrong baby” You try to be as patient as possible, This is the man you love the man you've been in love with for years, it literally kills you to see him like this. “Just leave me alone.”

It's not hard to hear the desperation in his voice, he needs you but he's too proud to admit it. You take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed and lay your hand on his back “I love you, Leon… Too much to let you deal with this alone” You speak from your heart, you wish that Leon could know the lengths to which you'll go for him to just be happy, It’s true, you love him so much that if you had the choice you’d probably take Leon’s pain and deal with it for him and It pains you so much to see your baby like this.

Upon hearing your words Leon finally breaks down, he sobs quietly into the pillow he's clutching. tears come to your own eyes, Leon sounds so raw and broken, he's been holding this back for years. Years of being alone, years of suffering and trauma, years of being abandoned by the people he fell for. In his eyes you were a gift from god, you were an angel, he hates that you love him of all people and he hates that you care so much and he absolutely despises how gone he is for you.

If it weren't for you Leon would've drank himself to death by now, You were his saving grace and here you come again, unraveling his pathetic form from the covers and wrapping him back up into your arms, holding him to your chest. Leon feels pathetic to say it out loud but since breaking up with his girlfriend before Raccoon City 19 long harrowing years ago he hadn't been held and even then she couldn’t compare to you.

The way he fits against your body, Leon is certain that you were made for each other, You once called him your soulmate and he had scoffed and called you a kid trying to act cool but later after you had left he had cried himself to sleep in the dark of his room because he didn't want to believe it, it was too good to be true, the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him when you called him your soulmate, it all felt too good to be true and he was so scared.

So scared that he’d lose you because he’s so jaded and old and miserable and everyone he loves always ends up leaving him. but not you, you were so determined to love him, In the beginning, Leon had tried with all of his might to push you away but you stayed, no matter how hurtful or nasty or pathetic he acted. You stayed and you loved him unconditionally through all of it and now here you were, petting his greasy hair and rocking him back and forth as he cried pathetically into your shirt.

He vaguely recognized you talking, saying something about how good he was and how strong you think he is but the words only made him cry harder, you were his angel.

COMING UP NEXT - SEP 22

Pairing: cis!Simon Riley x Male Reader

Summary: Simon is angry and takes it out on his boyfriend

Words: 666😳

SEE NOW ON - kofi

#x male reader #resident evil vendetta #leon s kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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I’m not sure if u take requests but could you please write mommy kink with aftercare for one of Rory’s characters? Jack or Charlie? Sorry if you don’t take requests..

5A.M.

Summary: Summer in Colorado is humid, sticky and uncomfortably hot. There's barely any comfortable time of day to give your boyfriend what he's been craving so much.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow × fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Content Warnings: Heavy SubDrop, Crying, So Much Internalised Kink-Shaming, Aftercare, Very Affirmative Reader, Kink Acceptance, 18+! Due To The Overall Topic, Super Soft And Loving Reader

A/N: Jack 🤝🏻 Me, having the exact same kind of trauma to work through.

3A.M to 4A.M

Tagging the squad:

@alalalaaallaaalaaa @crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @bvg-w1res @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid

The thin layer of sweat on your skin slowly evaporated under the steadily rotating ceiling fan. It wasn’t much but at least the illusion of cooling down ever so slightly was given, for sure better than nothing.

Jack, his entire tired body still on top of yours, had his face pressed into the crook of your neck whilst your fingertips drew loose shapes and random forms all across the tender skin of his back.

He seemed to be alright in that moment, content and calm even, getting lost in you caressing his shoulders and back like that and yet something felt off. You couldn't quite put your finger on it and in search of what was wrong, you closed your eyes and just concentrated on Jack above you.

His body wasn’t exactly tense or his muscles stressed, quite the contrary actually. He also wasn’t shaky in any way, that would've usually been a clear indicator for something being wrong, but seemingly none of the most prevalent signs were showing.

A little bit concerned with your own ability to read the room, you took a deep, long breath and exhaled slowly, slightly arching your eyebrows in concentration.

That's it.

You realized while breathing out again. Unlike your breathing, Jack's came somewhat uneven, seemingly out of rhythm is some sort. He was too quiet…

"Jack? Are you okay?" You asked in a soft and gentle way as your fingertips wandered upwards to play with strands of his curly, brown hair.

For a moment he didn't answer and as he did it was with a quick nod that wasn't exactly reassuring to you.

"Jack, babe, I would like you to look at me, can you do that for me, please?"

"No…" He answered reluctantly, his voice sore, sounding as if he was choking back sobs.

"That's okay, don't worry, yeah? I'm here and I love you, you know that, don't you?" From playing with his hair, your hand right up to the back of his head, slowly stroking and petting him.

"Uh-Huh.." Jack sniffled into the crook of your neck.

"Good. Do you think you can take a few deep breaths together with me?" Very carefully your other hand went to his cheek.

He had indeed been crying silently, without you noticing because your entire body was sticky, wet and warm with sweat already. For a moment you needed to hold back from scolding yourself for not noticing since self-loathing wouldn't exactly help anybody in this situation.

"I can try." Jack mumbled into the skin of your neck as your thumb softly wiped away the wayward tears trickling down from his lash line.

"Very good.", You smiled a little although your heart felt like it was crumbling in your chest, "Okay, breeeeeeeathe in."

You inhaled deeply and you felt Jack doing the same, his shoulders rising up as his rib cage filled with air.

"And now back out again." Both of you exhaled in unison.

"Very good, babe." You praised him with an honestly proud tone in your voice before you talked him through a couple more deep breaths.

After the last one, Jack appeared content enough to roll himself on his back, off of you with an involuntary yawn rolling over his tongue. At that you opened your eyes back up and turned to the side to look at him. His facial expression told you that there still was something not sitting right with him at all.

"Would you please talk to me about it, babe?" You asked, your hand reaching out to lay flat on his stomach.

You could see the gears in his mind turning, pondering over it as he bit down on his slightly twitching bottom lip.

"It's disgusting… I-I'm disgusting, am I not?"

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Why would you ever be disgusting, Jack?"

Jack took another deep breath steadying himself.

"Me willingly calling you mommy makes me feel like I'm sick in the head or something." He aggressively choked back a pained whimper.

"Hey, there…where is all that coming from now?", You scooted closer to him, pressing your body against his and holding him in a tight embrace "There's nothing, really absolutely nothing wrong with you for doing that. You are not sick in the head, Jack, and you are most certainly no perverse deviant."

You saw how he clenched his jaws together, teeth slowly grinding as he tried to keep himself together and you wished to simply be able to take all of this pent-up pain and shame out of him, but that's not how that worked, was it?

"You…you make me feel safe and it's just…it's-" He stammered but you interrupted him mid-sentence.

"It's okay, Jack, that's what it is."

Holding him impossibly close to you, you pressed a long, loving kiss to his forehead, inhaling his scent.

"There is no need in you shaming yourself, okay, babe? I will never do that, I promise you, and you don't need to do that to yourself."

"But.."

"No, there's no 'but' to that. Not a single one, okay? Listen.", You looked down, right into his eyes that were covered in a watery sheen, "I know how shitty and foul it feels when those thoughts get the better of you. I've been there, too, and it took me years but eventually I realized that sometimes trauma leaves you with things that you are terribly ashamed about. But, Jack, there's nothing, really nothing you need to bash yourself down for when it comes to us, okay?"

Jack nodded slowly, pulling his bottom lip from between his teeth.

"I will love you for as long as you want me to and if you need to you can call me any name in the book. Now come here.."

You leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his before sealing his mouth shut with a longing kiss.

#rory culkin #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #asks are appreciated #asks are always open

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.” Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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sourbinnie · 10 months

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☆ open wounds ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> hurt/comfort ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> jongho x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> hateful comments are taking a toll on him but you're there through thick and thin. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> none ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

you noticed how jongho was changing before your eyes, slowly becoming a sadder version of himself. it hurt to think that your baby was going through something and because of his busy schedule he couldn't really contact you a whole lot. you saw him during the day when he would leave and then during the night when he buried himself in your embrace and fell asleep.

you wished you could have a moment where you two would sit down and just talk like you used to when he was feeling troubled. it was one of those occasions where you had a free day from work and you were browsing your phone to see how the boys did on their performance today. scrolling through the comments was never something that was interesting to you, other people's opinions could be very hurtful towards the boys disguised as "constructive criticism" or just straight up be hateful.

this time though you read them, a lot of love from atinys and from people who got into ateez through their latest comeback. but then you got to the nasty ones, a large majority being directed towards jongho and everything started clicking on it's right place. the times he would spend in his vocal lessons, plus the ones where he would practice choreos till late at night and burying himself even more in work than he could handle. the way he avoided you sometimes because he needed to perfect his skills. he was getting hate and he was trying to be what the "fans" wanted him to be.

it hurts knowing he didn't feel enough. he wasn't only one of the best vocalists and most talented people you knew but he had a big heart. one that unfortunately tends to try to please everyone and leaves him unsatisfied every single time. it was a constant battle between trying to improve what is already the best and losing your mind a little bit every time. you knew you needed to talk to him when he got home, no matter how late it was going to be.

and late it got indeed as you tried to keep yourself occupied doing chores, checking your email to see if you had work or listening to music (mostly your boyfriend's heavenly vocals) but then he appeared at your door. he dropped his things at the door and you got up from the couch as you looked at him. a mix of being in shock because you were still awake and being exhausted from practice invaded his face.

"why are you still up, baby? don't you have work tomorrow?" he asked and you nodded but suddenly got close to him, giving him a little peck that made him blush. you couldn't recall when was the last time that you two had kissed but this was just right, you had missed him to the moon and back.

"yeah but i needed to talk to you before we went to sleep baby." you simply said and looked him in the eye. you could sense him being worried but he just nodded as you two sat down, your hands meeting his.

"did something happen?" he asked, not being able to look at you anymore. for some reason that hurt because you knew he was going through a lot and you didn't want to add up to that list. you sighed and shook your head and chose the words correctly to tell him what was going on.

"baby you know you can be honest with me right? we haven't talked in a while but i'm always here for you." you said and then he knew you found out what was going on. he couldn't help but feel the sensitive side of him take over and the tears form in his eyes.

"i'm sorry for not coming to you with this, i thought i could deal with it on my own." he said through tears as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. he wasn't one that expressed emotions like this a lot but you could tell that this got out of control a long time ago. "it's just a lot right now to handle between promotions and i didn't expect to be invaded with so many comments. it's hard to not believe them when there's so many and i really wanna be the best for atiny, for my bandmates, my family and for you."

"the thing is jongho, atiny wouldn't want you to go through this. if they were true fans they would want you to take care of yourself and for you to be you, which is not only an incredible singer but an amazing person." you said as he nodded and the tears kept spilling under his eyes but you wiped them off with your thumb. "i am not ashamed of you, i am so proud every time i see you and what you do. i'm sure the boys are too and your family just adores you darling."

"i've never been the best performer and sometimes i miss a note, everything just seems to fall down when i do." he says and you listen to him closely. he had a hard time taking compliments or accepting that he was talented but luckily you were there to cheer him up, put him back on his feet. "i wish i could be perfect at the things i do even if it seems impossible."

"perfection is not something you should strike for because you're never gonna be satisfied at the end of the day. i think you have an amazing voice, missing a note doesn't change that your voice is heavenly." you said with a little smile as you look at him and see the blush on his face through the sobs. "jongho you're much more than your voice, your dancing or your stage presence."

"i wish i could believe that baby. it's just so much right now and i don't know what to do but i'm glad i have you." he said and gave you a weak smile as you pulled him closer. maybe it won't be okay right now but you knew he would eventually grow to love himself, to accept that this is what he was and it was more than enough.

"i will always be here whenever you need me, please don't stay silent and ask for my help when you need it." you whispered to his ears and he nodded as he buried himself in you. no more words being spoken but you could still hear his breath and heartbeat.

eventually as he fell asleep on you, too tired to keep on crying, you sighed. you were so in love with this man and nothing would change that, not a single trace of a hateful comment could make you believe what they saw because at the end of the day you got to see the real him every day and it was more than they could ever imagine.

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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OKAG SO HEAR ME OUT. So a Chishiya x reader (female preferred if ur comfortable writing it) okay so you tell Kuina That you have a small slight (huge) crush on Chishiya, and one day reader is fighting with Kuina because of a game or something?? And she accidentally blurts out you like Chishiya in front of him, and reader was super embarrassed so avoided him until one day they found her Chishiya on the rooftop, readers abt to leave but Chishiyas like “wait, I like you to.” And then goes completely silent after that, leaving reader speechless.

IM SO SO SORRY IF ITS CONFUSING IM HAVING A CHISHIYA BRAINROT.

— ☆ Tongue Tied !

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

summary; chishiya really has his ways of making you speechless. notes; happy new year eve eve taglist; @rippl3s | lmk if u wanna be on it !

Saying that your body was cramped was an understatement - all of your limbs were sore; you could barely walk two steps without falling over.

You had just come back from a spades game and you were terribly tired. All you wanted to do was lay down on your bed and fall into a deep slumber but before doing so, you had to chew out Kuina first.

The game would've ended much faster if it weren't for Kuina's carelessness and her irresponsibility was the main reason as to why you felt as though thousands of needles were being stabbed at the bottom of your feet.

You walked absentmindedly across The Beach in search of a certain brunette, trying your best to avoid any other people who might be drunk.

At last, your eyes landed on her and rage began to fill you up. You jogged up towards her as fast as your fatigued legs could carry you - you were running on pure adrenaline now.

'Kuina!' you called out to her, she looked towards your direction and gave you a small wave along with a small smile that nearly made you forget that you were ever mad at her.

'What's up?' she said as you came to face her. 'Seven of Spades,' you managed to blurt out. Her smile dropped and she started to look regretful. 'What about it?' she asked, crossing her arms.

'You left me! I had to run a good few miles and twist my ankle before someone came to my aid!' you complained. It was true, the game was disastrous. You could've died if it weren't for another player helping you to get to your feet.

'I'm sorry?' she spoke, 'it's not my fault you were too busy staring at Chishiya to care about yourself! You're just so in love with him!' After Kuina said that sentence, she wished silently that she had never said it.

She wasn't wrong though, your infatuation with Chishiya was getting rather concerning as you (willingly) put your crush over your own personal safety. Kuina wasn't at fault here.

However, you couldn't focus on the game or the argument anymore as you finally noticed Chishiya's presence. He had been there all along watching the fight unfold in-front of him.

'Is it true, Y/N?' Chishiya spoke at last with his usual smirk plastered across his face. He was amused - it was almost as if your feelings were just a form of entertainment to him.

Your gaze shifted from Kuina’s expression of regret — her eyes were glued to the floor beneath her and she was biting her lips — and to Chishiya, who was quietly observing the entire situation with a chips packet in hand.

‘I… I can’t do this right now,’ you announced as you turned on your heel and left, leaving the both of them perplexed.

Kuina ran after you, apologizing to you: 'Y/N! I'm really sorry, okay? Can we please just talk - I'll tell him it was a misunderstanding.'

Kuina's statement brought your movements to a halt, you turned to look at her, with tears that were present on the edges of your eyes. 'It wasn't a misunderstanding; you told him upfront that I love him and we both know how smart he is, he knows it's not a misunderstanding.'

This situation was really starting to stress you out; not only were you mad at Kuina for spilling your secret, you were also terribly embarrassed that Chishiya know knew.

You ignored all of Kuina's apologies and ran to your room, shutting the door tight. You tried to fall asleep that night but couldn't due to the past events of the day. You kept tossing and turning, in all sorts of positions but sleep didn't show you any mercy.

A few weeks passed, you were still too ashamed to show your face to Chishiya but luckily, you and Kuina were back on good terms.

It was difficult but in the end, you both admitted to your faults and became friends again.

You and Chishiya barely talked, it was only a few exchanged during or after games; it was only ever 'good luck' or 'stay safe', nothing more than that.

That was until, after a rather difficult game of hearts, you were wanting some fresh air that wasn't present in the intoxicated atmosphere of The Beach which was filled with the smell of alcohols and cigarette smoke.

You made your way to the rooftop of the huge mansion, wanting to breathe again and maybe stargaze a bit. Tranquility was difficult to find in The Borderlands and you want to make most of your remaining time here.

Quickly, you walked and climbed to the top of the building. Once there, you managed to take a deep breath and felt all your worries evaporate from your body.

'Hi,' a comfortable yet cold voice spoke, making you jump - you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts and daydreams that you didn't even realise Chishiya's presence.

'Hello,' you mustered out, mentally wishing to melt so you wouldn't have to deal with such an awkward conversation.

'Do you remember when Kuina said that you liked me?' he asked - he wasn't even looking at you, his eyes were glued to the scenery in-front of him.

Now, you really wished to melt, you couldn't stand being here anymore.

However, you managed to reply to his question with a "yes", trying your best to not cringe or remember. It felt as though he was just trying to mock you.

He stayed silent for a few moments until he finally spoke: 'you know... I never thought I'd feel this way about someone but I think I like you too.'

What? Were your ears deceiving you? There's no way the calm and collected Chishiya would ever be interested in someone like you.

'I'm serious,' Chishiya added.

You honestly couldn't believe it. After weeks of hiding from him, you honestly couldn't believe that he had reciprocated your feelings.

You didn't know how to respond to him at all, words were caught up in your throat. He already knew you liked him, he liked you too so now what?

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aphrodisiac-siren · 2 months

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Maladroit Penchant-

Lo'ak Sully x Reader

Summary: Lo'ak can be difficult, stubborn; A rebel most of the time and it's something he's aware of. He's based his entire personality around his ability to find trouble and it's one he manages to maintain be it deliberately or by accident; And yet, his tenacious persona comes crumbling down when he's in the presence of his childhood friend who he definitely does not have a crush on.

-Friends to lovers-

Masterlist Part 1

Part 2

[time skip]

It was odd to him, how he found solace at the very spot at which he'd lost a part of him, his other half, his brother; the same place where he had physically felt his heart shatter, at the sight of his brother lying limp as death welcomed him into his embrace while Lo'ak struggled to breath with glossy eyes brimmed with hot tears; hands stained with Neteyam's blood as a cold and cruel reminder that if not for him, his brother wouldn't be torn away from him, his family, their new life that Neteyam was finally easing into.

The waves that crashed against the wet stone snapped him out of his daze in uniform intervals, never allowing him to lose himself to his thoughts, to be lost to the world for even a second. No, it was as if the ocean was living up to its adjective of being 'cold' as it made sure to pull him back to his senses so that the ghost of guilt could haunt him; so that he would never escape that memory for even a moment.

His ears twitched at the sound of waves; a different pattern than what was being followed by the waters for the past hour or so. He didn't need to turn around to inspect, the sound of an ilu was enough for him to figure out who it was who had decided to join him.

A soft 'hey' with a cautious undertone came from his right and the corner of his lip instantly went up ever so slightly to form a gentle smile as he exhaled slowly.

"Hey," he said in response, not saying anything more while he waited for Y/N to sit beside him.

She didn't say anything for a while either, finding the comfortable silence almost too peaceful to be disturbed. She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of the cool oceanic breeze blowing against her face and gently tussling her hair before she leaned to her left and rested her head against Lo'ak's shoulder.

Six years had passed since they had left the forest. Lo'ak and Y/N had grown closer with the boy's crush getting only more and more intense. You'd think by now he'd have grown a pair and just told her how he felt but old habits die hard. He'd mount a banshee and hunt outside the reef with little to almost no effort but put him in a position that required him to avow even remotely of what he held for her in his heart and all of a sudden he's a little boy again, unable to spit words out and crumble into a blushing mess.

He wasn't a child any longer, so he did suspect that she might have a vague idea of his infatuation with her but he couldn't be sure because if she did know, she was very good at playing oblivious.

"What happened?" he broke the blissful tranquillity, averting his gaze from the waves and toward her arm. He cautiously grazed his finger against her skin, right under a cut that stood out in red against the blue.

Y/N was surprised he even noticed given how he hadn't really looked away from the scenic view of the sky meeting the waters. She looked down at her hand, as if she had only just realised that she was hurt.

"Was fooling around with Rotxo earlier" she told him with a smile, recalling their play fight with their daggers which definitely wasn't going to end up bad for either of them "he accidentally sliced my arm"

Lo'ak winced as he pictured the scenario of the dagger cutting her, blood oozing. It wasn't a really deep cut by the looks of it but it wasn't a wound that you'd mistake for a paper cut either.

"That bitch" he rolled his eyes and Y/N nudged him playfully, a chuckle escaping her lips as her forehead came in contact with his shoulder, that had Lo'ak experiencing that all-too-familiar fluttering in his chest.

He didn't want to move.

He wanted them to stay that way: her head resting against him, his fingers still lingering on her skin in his attempt to prolong the skin-to-skin contact in subtle desperation even though her other hand was now holding his upper arm which would have sent shock waves throughout younger Lo'ak- not that that's not what happened right then anyway, but he won't tell you that.

They had grown to find comfort in each other's shared silences, perpetuating touches and stolen glances that had anyone with half a brain decipher that the two Na'vis were absolutely smitten with each other. Despite what was out in plain sight for everyone to see, the two of them brushed every taunt and comment with a simple "what? we're just friends" yet it was blatantly obvious to their close friends that one of them made a sour face whenever the other said it.

And guesses anyone, on who that might be?

"Payakan?" Y/N asked, now finding the beads in one of Lo'ak's braids interesting as she toyed with them, observing each one like it was the first time she'd seen them.

Another thing the both of them developed over the years, was the ability to ask questions and deliver answers with the use of just one word. Not that the both of them didn't get lost in hours of conversation that definitely consisted of more than one word but for times when they just wanted to enjoy each other’s presence, they resorted to this mode of communication.

"There" he jerked his head to the left to left, telling her of where his tulkun was goofing around. As if by some telepathic connection, Payakan jumped out the water, whirring and clicking noises audible despite the distance of him from the two before he dived back in, disappearing beneath the surface.

"Can I?" Y/N tucked a braid behind his ear, knowing well that Lo'ak would just bring it back to the side of his face.

The boy threw his head back as he groaned, knowing well that she wanted to go play with the tulkun splashing around in the distance.

"Please" she tugged his arm, inching closer as she awaited his answer, knowing damn well that it was a rhetorical question and no matter what'd he'd say, she would drag him with her into the ocean regardless. Her pretty looked up at him, the glow of the sun making them look liquid gold. She was inches away from him, eyes earnestly searching his for approval.

His heart picked up pace again.

If he leaned a few inches forward, he'd be able to taste her lips that he was trying his hardest not to look at. The thought of actually being so close enough to kiss her was making him borderline lightheaded. He'd been in such close proximity to her before, they were close enough to shamelessly invade each other’s personal space but he was sure that between the two, he was probably the only one who took it a step forward to imagine closing that tiny gap to kiss her soft lips.

Just the thought of it made him grin slightly which Y/N took as an agreement to going and playing with Payakan. She was up in an instant, completely failing to see the small pout of disappointment on Lo'ak's face at the sudden termination of the close propinquity as she helped him to his feet, breaking into a run and pulling on a chuckling Lo'ak behind her.

___

He was well aware that he was gawking at her with the goofiest smile plastered on his face and he was glad that she was too busy fooling around with Payakan, doing backflips underwater, to even notice the lovesick blue idiot staring at her.

He'd gotten so obvious to a point where even Tuk had figured out he had a thing for her. His mother teased him on some rare occasions and his dad never failed to make a joke or two about how bad he was at flirting, if he even tried to flirt in the first place. He didn’t really see what could possibly go wrong with a simple 'hey, I dig you’ from Lo'ak.

"I'm gunna do it, I swear I'm gunna" he hyped himself up.

"Oh yea? When we talking about here?" Jake asked with an amused grin.

"Soon, like someday real soon" Lo'ak answered, still bouncing on the heels of his feet in their abode "just not today"

But anytime he tried to, he always seemed to choke on his words and turn into a fumbling mess.

Lo'ak knew it was high time he just manned up and told her how he felt. Heck with the amount of time she voluntarily spent with him, she'd have to like him at least a little bit, right? She even left the forest, granted it was her parents who requested for her to be taken along with them. She was present with the others when Quaritch and his team got ahold of them in the forest and when Jake told the clan the reason behind his decision to leave, her parents begged for her to be taken with them as well. There was no doubt that Quaritch would hit back again and again until he was convinced Jake Sully was truly absent from hte Omatikaya clan and Y/N’s mother and father wanted her to be away from the chaos of gunfire when it happened.

It wasn’t easy for either of them to acclimate to the ways of the Metkayina. Lo’ak had always felt out of place, but here it felt as if he was always reminded that he didn’t belong. It stung a bit despite him never really showing it on the surface but what bothered him even more was how much it affected Y/N. She was always so adamant about being perfect at whatever it was she did, be it something as simple as weaving or as adroit as hunting and when she wasn’t as good as she hoped to be, she'd beat herself up over it. Y/N was like a diminutive Neteyam, always pushing herself to be better and better to the point where the older Sully boy once made a joke about it.

“Ah careful now, I’m starting to think you’re aiming to be the next t’sahik”

It was almost heart-clenching to see her get so upset at her going from being among the best in their clan to being lost and clumsy amidst the reef people

But now, almost six years later, she’d made up for all those times she fumbled by earning herself a place among the most skilled hunters in the clan and Lo’ak couldn’t be prouder.

Which is why it made it even more nerve wrecking to confess. A girl like her could have anyone she wanted. There were a number of boys swooning at the mere sight of her and he didn’t even want to think about the times when some of them went the extra mile to give her small presents like bracelets or pretty shells.

She would smile politely and thank them for it, but also never really gave either of them more attention than necessary, lest it gave any of them an impression that she was interested.

Which is what made Lo’ak feel like he had even less of a chance. If his pretty girl was rejecting all the warriors and hunters left, right and centre, why the fuck would she ever consider courting him.

His extensive train of thought came to a transitory halt due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs. He swam up toward the surface, one hand stretched above him as his legs kicked below to allow his body to move upwards. Once his head was above the water and he steadied his breathing which only came out in gasps and pants for the first few minutes, he ducked his head back, just to look at Y/N, who was now also making her way up to him with her tulkun friend.

“H-hey, you good?” She asked, rubbing her eyes to get the water out “you seemed to be in some sort of daze”

“Oh really?” Lo’ak grinned, his head tilting to one side as he played oblivious.

“Mhm” Y/N continued, sitting on one of Pakayan’s fins “you were staring into nothing”

I was staring at you actually

“I thought I saw an ilu” he lied, also coming to sit next to her.

Payakan clicked, as if it to say ‘you liar’. Lo’ak only side eyed him before he turned toward Y/N. She looked absolutely mesmerising in the glow of the setting sun and bioluminescence of her skin. He gingerly reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, simply an excuse to well, touch her. That made her turn to look at him, her captivating golden eyes looking directly into his.

Lo’ak gulped, his words once again getting all jumbled up.

"Soon, like someday real soon" Lo'ak answered, still bouncing on the heels of his feet in their abode "just not today"

“Son you can’t keep running away from it” Jake sighed “it’s just a simple confession. If you wait around someone else is gonna go do it instead”

“I- I just get so nervous” the boy answered, tugging at his hair “I feel like I’ve got it and then I just shut down. Like I’m about to start, thinking I’ve got it down-”

“Then don’t think” Jake cuts him off, looking almost offended that his own son was absolute shit at picking up women. “Just say it without thinking, you’re pretty good at that huh? Doing stuff without thinking”

“Yea thanks dad” Lo’ak rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted was for his dad of all people, to roast him “what happens if it doesn’t work. What if she rejects me”

“Then you’re revoked of all rights to calling yourself my son”

Well, here goes nothing. Don’t think.. don’t- shut up

“Hey so I was um” Lo’ak tore his gaze from her’s to allow himself to form at least some coherent sentences “I mean I am.. I do..”

He felt his heart hammering in his chest and with every word that spilled out of his stupid mouth, it only got faster. Maybe his dad’s advice on speaking without thinking wasn’t really working because all he was doing was rambling and Y/N being the angel she was, patiently listened.

“I mean what I’m tryna say is” he cleared his throat, buying himself a few seconds of silence from his god-awful babbling “I have for a while, or slightly more than a while have had- well not exactly, it’s been a few or a lot of years that well..”

“Hey, breathe” Y/N put her hand around his bicep, nudging him as a giggle escaped her lips. Lo’ak knew she’d be smiling at him with that sweet gentle smile but he refused to look at her. He was already doing such a terrible job without the eye contact, imagine the atrocious mess he’d be while looking at her.

“Okay” he nodded, puffing his chest out as if he’d finally mustered himself the courage to say it “what if I told you like- okay so one of the Sullys, like the boys-uh yea duh, had a thing for you since before- like, when we were back home”

“So,” Y/N paused, simply to process what she heard; almost like she was putting together the pieces of a rather complicated puzzle “either you or Neteyam fancied me”

“What makes you suspect me” Lo’ak quickly asked, voice coming out more shrill than he’d intended.

“Because you’re the only other Sully boy?” She stated as a matter-of-factly.

“Right” he nodded, gulping hard “but it’s not me, nah”

“So Neteyam liked me?”

“Fuck no” Lo’ak immediately waved her off, wincing in disapproval. The idea of it making him internally heave.

“Unless you have some other brother I weirdly don’t know about, I’m confused regarding who you’re referring to” Y/N looked at the boy who had yet to meet her gaze.

Lo’ak sighed. She knew at this point, there was absolutely no way she was this naive. No, she was just doing it to antagonise and get him to say it in black and white.

“Lo’ak” she softly called out, voice like honey. Her tone was gentle with an undertone of authority, which made the boy finally give in and turn to look at her with his ears drooping down in defeat “What are you trying to say hm?”

“Nga yawne lu oer” Lo’ak managed, barely a whisper but he was sure she heard it, she had to have considering how she was pressed against him.

“I love you”

Six years later, he'd finally said it. Six years of endless teasing, endless taunts, numerous instances of jealousy, plenty of sweet moments and a whole lot of daydreams of them kissing later, he'd finally said it plain and simple.

Lo'ak saw her eyes go wide and her mouth open to say something so he cut her off before she could even respond.

“Pretend you didn’t hear that” he pleaded, eyes going wide as if he himself couldn’t believe what he'd just said.

“Okay” she raised a brow, a shy grin creeping.

“Like shh.. don’t reply to that at all” his voice cracked, fingers brushing against hers.

“If that’s what you want” she shrugged, leaning a touch closer

“Yes, that is what I want” he dared to look at her lips and back up, fully aware that she’d leaned closer.

I should kiss her

“Okay” she said again, now only looking at his lips as Lo’ak leaned closer too, head slightly tilting to the side.

“Don’t say a word” he softly whispered.

I really should kiss her

“Wasn’t going to-” she whispered back, eyes still fixated on his lips.

“Shh..” Lo’ak cupped her cheek before his hand slid to the back of her neck to pull her close and eliminate the gap between them, his lips capturing her's in a slow kiss.

Lo’ak hadn’t kissed anyone before her, so he was trying to take his time instead of doing something that would only make their first kiss awkward. He was nervous as fuck when their lips first connected, it was like a bomb went off in his brain and barely a few seconds in, he was praying to Ewya that he was doing it right. When Y/N kissed him back, she softly hummed into the kiss as her one hand came to rest on his chest so judging by that, he wasn’t doing too bad.

He was so glad for all those lessons of breath-holding. He couldn’t care less about using that skill for diving or to hunt underwater; he was just stoked that because of that, he didn’t have the break the kiss anytime soon to catch his breath.

As the two of them got more comfortable, their timid, innocent kiss only started to get more and more heated with them getting super handsy- fingers tracing skin and hands running all over each other’s bodies just to be able to pull the other person closer.

Lo’ak’s first kiss was going great in his opinion until all of a sudden he was dropped underwater. The sudden sensation of being engulfed by the cold waves had them both break their kiss to rise up and above the surface.

“Bro!” Lo’ak immediately turned to Payakan, who had lowered his fin into the water to drop them, with a scowl. Clearly, he was not too happy with things getting heated between the both of them right in front of his eyes, literally.

The tulkun whirred in response and Y/N laughed, catching on to the fact that Lo’ak’s spirit brother did not appreciate the extensive display of affection they’d gotten carried away with only moments ago.

“Hey” she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a gentle peck on the lips that made the boy break into one of his boyish smiles “am I allowed to say something now?”

“Mhm” he leaned in to peck her again, still grinning at her.

“Nga yawne lu oer”

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