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cherieiu · 1 year

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words of comfort

sypnosis: he's afraid that he'll lose you, and you know this as well.

characters: diluc, wanderer, tartaglia, xiao x gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst.

author's notes: feeling super burnt out rn so i might not post as much as before. i hope you understand and pls enjoy :) ❤️ also thank you all sm for 181 followers! it rlly means a lot to me knowing that you enjoy my writing (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)❤️❤️❤️

diluc - the shadow of dawn

he knows that your existence will be at threat whenever you're in his presence. let it be fatui or monsters, your life will be in danger. he's warned you countless times, yet you tell him that you'll stay, even for the cost of your life.

dreams constantly haunt him, that one day, he'll lose you, either out of will or by force. the loss of his father already punctured a wound to his chest, you would only leave another stab to his heart.

you've realised how he constantly holds you like you're going to disappear in his arms, kisses lasting longer than before. his gaze is constant on you, making sure that you're not a hallucination.

" diluc, are you alright? " you ask, snapping him out of his headspace. your eyes are soft as you give him a look of concern.

" i hate to say it, but, i constantly believe i'll lose you, " glancing at you, he turned his head in preparation for a retort.

" you'll never lose me diluc, i promise you that, " smiling at him, you stick your pinky for the promise to be sealed.

" i know this is childish but, in that way, the promise will always be there. "

his pinky crosses yours, sealing the promise. diluc quickly embraces you, muttering a " thank you " under his breath.

wanderer - eons adrift

he's scared that he'll lose you, your life burning away while his remains the same. a candle eventually melts, but he doesn't. his bottom lip trembling, his eyes begin to water at the thought of you being gone from his life.

you still have many years to go, but he can't help but wonder whenever that day will come. even lesser lord kusanali can't save you from the cycle of life and death, so what hope does he have?

he doesn't want to lose you, really. wanderer now tends to hold your hand in public, despite him disliking any sort of affection outside. he's more aggressive to those who accidentally trip you, and you can't help but realise how he felt inside.

" love, i have to say something. it's about you, " you saw his figure tense up at your words, his hands trembling at the thought of what you'll say.

" are you alright nowadays? you seem.. scared. "

was it really that obvious? his days of wandering earnt him the ability to hide what he felt, yet you saw through him like a frame of glasswork.

" i'm scared that i'll lose you. so, please, don't go, " arms held your figure, with such security you've never felt before. tears stream from his eyes, flowing down to your neck as he buried his face within the crook of your neck.

" i promise i won't. "

tartaglia - childe

his line of work puts your life on a single thread, if broken, there's no going back. everyday, you dangle from this thread, even though there's an option for you to untie yourself and leave the chaos. yet you don't. tartaglia still wonders to this day as to why you're still here with him, when you could be living free from dangers. he's told you to go back several times, to save yourself before enemies strike at you, the 11th's beloved. you say you love him, yet it's barely enough to ensure him that it's alright for you to stay with him.

he knows he's beginning to become over-protective of you, but the need to know you're safe is much more important. a single fatui guard turned into three, every bite of food that's given to you is thoroughly inspected for the slightest drop of poison. you've noticed these changes too, knowing how much pressure your love in under. anything to lessen the burden of his shoulders.

" ajax? " your voice gains his attention, his lips faking a smile.

" are you feeling okay? i'm a bit worried. "

the smile on his lips drop as he heard the words, knowing full well that you've noticed the changes in your life. a harbinger's resolve is to be absolute, yet you saw through the smiles and saw his insecurities.

" i'm sorry, but i was afraid, i admit. afraid that i'll lose you, " tartaglia only looks at you for a brief moment before you're in his arms, the familiar comfort around you once more.

" i promise you won't lose me, ajax. i love you. "

xiao - vigilant yaksha

his karma will eventually be forced upon you, the very love of his life. knowing that he's the reason you're always in the constant presence of danger digs a wound into his heart. xiao feels at constant guilt whenever you get the slightest scratch, believing that he is the cause of your pain. many nights, you repeat the same words, " it's not because of you ", yet they aren't enough for him.

he began to become more anxious around you, constantly having his gaze on you before you could trip and fall. avoiding you has been a great obstacle for him to tackle, perhaps even worse than corrupt monsters. if he were to be the reason as for your death, he'll gladly sacrifice himself over and over, just to see you alive and breathing again.

you realised how distant xiao becoming, once soft gazes turned to quick side glances. so, you plan to confront him.

" xiao, are you doing alright? you seem more distant now, " you breathed out, your eyes nervously staring into his.

" truth be told, no. i'm afraid that i'll lose you because of my karmic debt. "

pressing your head into the crook of his neck, you embraced him, whispering soft promises into the shell of his ear. his arms eventually found a place on your back as he pulled you closer.

" you won't xiao, i promise. "

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fanficwriterlover · 11 months

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Safe with a Ghost

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Chapter 3 : Hang On

Summary: Time is of the essence, you're feeling worse by the second, waiting for Ghost, Simon along with 141 team, to come save you is nerve wracking for both you and him. You just hope you can hang on a little longer....

What to Expect: Blood, Tears, Angst, Cursing, Panic, Affection, Guns, Graphic Description, Nausea & more....

Pet-Names: Pigeon & Little Lamb

Word Count: 3.1k

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Almost every 10 minutes Simon would check up on you, make sure you were still safe, and honestly you were grateful. Hearing his voice distracted you from the pain in your leg. Even if it meant listening to his horrible jokes which you couldn't help but laugh about...you were glad he updated you whenever he could. Gladly, he never brought up about the incident, Simon was always good about knowing what to bring up and what not, especially because it kept your anxiety down from reimagining the whole event of that day.

As Simon was talking through the other end of the line "Hey, Pigeon, you still with me ?" He sounded concerned as you could hear shuffling in the background. Your stomach queasy from the thought of the kidnapping "Y-Yeah...just feeling a little sick." You could already imagine his eyes squinting and brows furrowing under his mask or exposed face hearing that "it's okay, I'm not dying Simon, it's just been a lot. Could be from the blood loss" you were making your way into the bathroom, limping slowly and cautiously, trying to avoid wincing and whimpering in pain, but you knew he could probably tell from your foot falls that it was unbearable to walk. Once you made it to the bathroom still holding the phone, you began looking in the mirror at your reflection. You were definitely more paler, not as bright, your eyes had dark circles and your hair...well it's definitely been scrambled from lack of sleep. Simon spoke in a hush voice "I'm sorry..." You could hear it was like he was blaming himself "It's not your fault...how far are you ? Well how far are you guys?" Simon had told you he wasn't coming alone, that he had, as he said, his team with him but you could tell they seemed more like family than people of ranking. "We landed we're driving right now, we'll make it there at best 30-45 minutes." Your brows raised, you knew the closest airport was at best 4-5 hours "Are you- nevermind. Don't need to know how many poor pedestrians you've run over" you gave a smirk despite the urge to hurl, just looking at yourself made you queasy.

Hearing you still make jokes made Simon, well Ghost feel relieved that you had the heart and energy he gave a soft huff to mask his laugh "Bloody well know ain't my fault if they lingering in my way." If Ghost looked up which he dared not to engage, he would see Soaps gapping mouth along with Gaz confused yet shocked face expression he could hear them mumbling in the car "The fuck....he flirting ?" From a familiar Scottish accent Gaz piped in, "I'm so confused who the person we've been calling Ghost is, obviously ain't the same person" Soap shook his head combing through his mohawk, "We've been fooled" in the corner of his eye he could see Price giving a good laugh, from the two shocking discussion about him but he didn't pay mind.

It was killing him still not there already with you. "You'll know when we're at the hotel. Don't answer the door unless you hear exactly what I told you to hear out for" the short silence was enough for Simon to guess you were probably biting on your lip and fumbling with your hair...he gives a sigh "Stop, fuckin pulling your hair, you'll get bald spots, then you'll be sulking in the shadows for months." This got a laugh out of you "If I didn't know better Simon, I'd think you were watching me, but hey, I'd just use your masks to hide it all" lets out another huff, even though he was smiling under his mask thinking about how cute you'd look in his mask before snapping back to the orders he gave, "I'm serious y/n, don't open the door to anyone I don't bloody care if it was the King of England" you giggled hearing this, as he could imagine you waving your hand dismissively "I know Simon, I got it. No opening doors, starve myself even if I smell something good and hang tight till I hear it." He grunts from your snarkiness, if you were in his unit he would've had you running laps till you dropped to the ground from exhaustion. "Good" he says sternly his fist clenching his now changed attire to look more like civilians.

They had changed taking off their gear all wearing clothes they got from a friend of Prices when they landed. "See you soon Simon, I love you..." he could tell you always felt like it was saying goodbye as he let a soft sigh, speaking softly in a hush voice "Yeah....love you too pigeon." He waited until you hit the end call button, looking at the incognito phone.

Just when his mind was still ringing with your giggle, Soap had to ruin it by nudging him as he scooted back over while they were in the van. He groaned hearing the Scottish man rest his hand on his shoulder "Aye, how's the little lass holding up ?" Ghost didn't glance up from staring at his hand where the phone sat, he grumbled softly "She says she's aight, but she sounds tired..." He looked sharply at Price "I think she's lost a lot of blood despite what she's cared to admit." Price stared back at him as he leaned over to ask Nik how far they were from meeting their destination "We're about, best, 20 minutes, and that's with speeding my friend !" He says in his accent. Soap removed his hand from his shoulder giving a more somber look "She's still hanging there at least LT, we'll get to her on time. Can't wait to meet the little lass. I'm offended you never let us meet her !" This made Ghost grumble "I would have rather she never met you" Soap placed a hand to his heart as Gaz rolled his eyes from Soaps theatrical exasperation "You wound me LT...or is it you worried the little lamb would like me more than you" as he gives a smirk wiggling his brow. This made Ghost give him a deadly stare "Johnny, you flirt with my girl, I'll have you cleaning the barracks till your dying breath " Gaz lost it, rolling out laughing as Price whistled, lighting another cigar "Shouldn't have tested him Johnny boy" Soap was reeling with horror "A-alright LT, I hear ya loud and clear sir" This gave Ghost a subtle smile despite what he said, he was somewhat glad the team will be meeting her, it almost felt like a heavy veil lifting off his mask. This made him reminiscence the day he revealed his face to you....

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You both were strolling the streets one night after leaving the pub, honestly you had to escort him out because a man in there was flirting with you and Simon and the man said some words before it turned into a fist fight. Obviously, with Simon's military background he easily took down the man without much of a fight. Pinning the man down onto his face and pulling on his arm until it snapped. After clearing things up luckily with your medical background (which he hated watching you treat the man) you began making guesses what he did for a living as you both strolled down the streets. "Are you an undercover cop ?" "oooh ! I know you're a body lifter ?" "Noooo wait wait, your a yoga trainer ?" "Taekwondo instructor?" "Wrestler ???" Your ask with curiosity your eyes beaming with excitement dying to figure out what he does. Simon, was walking beside you hands in pocket as you made your guesses, each guess sounding stupider than the next as he grumbled with a huff answering each with a "No".

Just when he thought you've given up your shake your arms up above your head "For fuck sake Simon ! Give me a damn hint !" He cocks his brow at you, glancing down at your frustrated face expression, he smirked a bit seeing how cute you were angry, he could imagine as a cartoon character with the smoke blowing out of your ears and face boiling red for a dramatic effect. He looked ahead tho, grunting "Don't bloody tie me to some wrestler, I ain't into that bunch of rubbish fights" You peeked at his face trying to read him as you both happen to be crossing a bridge as you stopped looking at the stream below.

Simon stopped to look at you, as his eyes casted at your body against the moonlight, your hair flowing, almost like in slow motion from a movie but you pushed it away briskly. You were breathtakingly beautiful to him. You look at him "Simon, we've gone on dates now for what couple months now ? When are you going to open up to me ?" You bite your lip, not the coy way though, almost like you're biting your lip to make your tears not come down. "I want to know you better...I want..." You sigh softly looking away "Nevermind" but Simon says in a deep soft voice "No, tell what's on your mind Pigeon." You look back at him surprised, blushing at the pet name as you take a deep breath, facing him fully. "I want to be that someone for you Simon. I want to be the person who remembers every detail about you. I want to be someone you trust and open up to when things get hard and you need someone. " if you thought your cheeks were red, under Simon's mask he was brighter. "Simon, I want all of you. Your darkness and light. Whether you're a friendly ghost or not. I want to know you for Simon and Ghost." You take a breath, you didnt realize how quick you were talking as you were catching your breath now. There was silence between you two. Your words still in the air as he looked into your eyes to find any lie behind them.

You were trembling, almost scared you said something wrong "S-Say something.... because I don't want to be disappointed or hurt if you-" in that second, Simon had removed his whole mask. Truly removed it, not partial, not mouth mask, truly off. If you thought your mouth was wide, it was wide enough to place an apple in your mouth. Simon strided up to you looking down at you, as you still were admiring his handsome features as he spoke softly, lifting your chin "You talk too much Pigeon" he smirks at your now processing face, scrunches up as you start coming to your senses "Y-Yeah well..." He frowns at you "Shut up..." He crashes his lips down onto yours shushing you from making your comeback as you both held each other. It was the moment you two agreed to never hold secrets, least as much as Simon could tell you and when you officially marked the day you were dating.

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It was hard to believe it was 3 years ago Simon thought, felt like yesterday you were just someone he saw at the airport after a mission and you were a clueless American trying to figure out where to go from there. Snapping back to the moment, Nik speaks out loudly "We're 5 minutes away ! I'm going to park in this alley to keep our distance ya ?" This perked up Ghost, he couldn't believe you were so close yet so far to reach. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats ready to take action as Price put out his cigar. "Alright you lot, remember we're around civilians, keep your weapons hot yet hidden. Don't need to get too much attention. If you come across any hostiles, eliminate quietly don't want to cause them to get more backup." Everyone nodded their heads as Gaz spoke "So what's the plan Captain?" Price looked sharply at Ghost as Ghost looked at him "Ghost, Soap, you two make your way into the hotel. Get y/n out safely through the back." Ghost nodded his head as Soap responded "Aye" Gaz you take the back way, where they'll exit. Keep it clear. I'll watch from the building across from this hotel. I'll be the sniper. I'll be your eyes. Nik will watch the entry if anyone suspicious goes in." Price looked around at each ones face before landing back at Ghosts "Alright. Let's go get the little lamb" a nickname the 141 started calling you, as Ghost didn't care, he just wanted to get to you.

Soap and Ghost walked casually shoulder to shoulder, microphones attached to their hoodie, hands in pocket as they made their way to the alley where it takes you the back entry way to the hotel. Their eyes scanned their surroundings as they made their way closer to the alley, Ghost caught at the little coffee shop some men pretending to read newspapers as he mumbles softly "Two men, 4 o' clock, eyeing building" Soap side glances seeing them as he says lowly "Aye...I see em LT, you think they onto us yet?" Ghost kept his eyes locked onto the hotel "Let's hope not Johnny...Price you copy?" Took a few seconds before Price responded "Yeah, I heard ya Ghost. I'll keep me eyes on them. You're clear right now. Gaz will follow behind exactly 5 minutes after, once you've entered and keep it clear. " As they got closer to the alley they make a casual sharp left blending into the shadows as they make their way to the door "Yeah, we copy, tell your guy to watch the cameras." Soap gets to the door first opening looking behind Ghost as his eyes narrow a bit, no words needed to be spoken, someone had their eyes on them. Continuing their way, they enter now in front of a spiral of stairs. They both had their hands where their weapons were expecting the men to follow behind to corner them and start a shoot out. Soap watched Ghosts back while he kept moving, Soap checking behind him every minute. As they were making it around to the 3rd level, they heard the door open.

They froze looking at each other intently. They were followed. Hearing the ascending foot step, Ghost focused intently on hearing the footsteps calculating how many they were going to be dealing with. Silently he lifted his fingers saying the total "7" Soap seemed to have calculated the same amount as he gave a slow nod. Pulling out guns would alert others of their presence. So they decided to handle this with a more, physical touch. They were leaning against the railing acting like they were just chilling, as the men appeared, all shifting for a moment uncertain, as they began to walk by them, in that split second Ghost and Soap locked eyes nodding as they had their blades out and fists up. The men were ready for this as well as they put up a hard fight. 3 went after Soap while Ghost took on 4. Soap worked quickly, clashing the first one into the second before working on stabbing the third in the chest. Flipping his blade he readied himself for the third man who got up faster lunging at him to punch, Soap kneed him in the stomach, however not expecting him to be also holding a knife as he grazed his shoulder, he didn't stop though striking down onto the man's back then stabbing at the neck. Than seeing the final guy rush towards him a knife went embedded into his head. Soap looked to his left seeing Ghost had already finished his 4. Soap pushed the limp body "Bloody hell LT, how the fuck you finish off 4?!" Ghost shrugged "Another time Sargent. You still fight able?" Soap touched his wound nodding his head "Damn right, could take on an army LT" Ghost grunted with approval as he rushed up the remainder of the two flights.

He never ran so fast before you were so close, he could almost smell your scent finally arriving up E 17 he froze knocking on the door almost Morse code. He waited for you to answer now...few seconds turned to a minute, than another, and another. He attempted a second time thinking maybe you were asleep, but again nothing. Soap who was watching his back looked up at him almost concerned "LT..." Ghost didn't want to hear it. He started kicking at the door with all his power until it gave in. He literally broke the door off it's hinges as he rushed in, seeing the pool of blood on the bed, eyes frantic "Y/n !" He noticed the bathroom light on, running in, as he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing your almost, lifeless body in the bath tub. You were pale, he made his way to you quickly lifting your head checking your pulse as you mumble softly "Y-You came..." Ghost heart almost felt like it wasn't beating. Seeing you losing so much blood and your normal glow faded, he didn't wait a second. Scooping you into his arms holding you close to his chest, he shouted at Soap to hurry and grab a blanket, when Soap laid his eyes on you, he wrapped you with the blanket he found saying in a soft voice "LT, she's -" Ghost was blazing with fury as he narrowed his eyes at him "Let's move Sargent !" He didn't wait up for Soap, running down the flight of stairs, skipping some steps with ease. Hurriedly making to the door, he heard Soap radio "We're coming out....it's not looking good. We need to get to base ASAP ! Bring the van Nik !" Everyone responded through except Ghost his hold on you was tight yet gentle. Gaz opened the door so he didn't, his eyes showing immediate concern but Ghost wasn't having it. The sound of Niks van screech to a halt, Gaz and Soap opened the vans doors letting Ghost in, Price jumping into the passenger, as he glanced back seeing you, his eyes widen, everyone could see it. It looked like they were too late. Price yelled for Nik to drive, flooring it, as Price began calling Laswell telling her to give them a clearance to run through traffic and lights. With which was approved. You were in his lap, you could feel and smell the familiarity of him, your eyes barely staying up as you saw he was fearful, you could see where his mouth was under the balaclava, moving but you weren't registering if words were being spoken, you were only able to catch three words. "-Hang on y/n!"

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isalisewrites · 1 month

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Listen, it's that time of the year again! The biannual bullshit in the form of 10 hours over the course of two days called the Mormon General Conference has begun and I'm forced to watch since I'm a PIMO Mormon (physically in, mentally out). This means a bit of an interruption to my usual writing, fandom, Tomarry, Legend of Zelda, and general gay shenanigans.

However, this is the first time where I'm emotionally and spiritually in a powerful, stable place and I'm officially unaffected by these talks. (I still like to bitch about them, tho, haha) They don't wound me like they have done before. They hold no power over me now. I remember how deeply affected and spiritually wounded I felt in April 2022, weeks before my "shelf" would break and my faith finally deconstructed to its end. But even General Conferences afterwards, I would still feel sickened by the talks.

I'm free of their spiritual shackles on my heart and soul.

I'm sorry, but it's become glaringly obvious that these men have nothing truly good to say. When you're in it, you don't see just how vapid and empty their words are. There's nothing of substance. There are no solutions. No. Reading scriptures and praying and "following the covenant path" are NOT solutions.

These men have no power and no authority. They are too old to make true change, just like the politicians in our government. We're taught they have the power of god, but they don't. Sorry, gentlemen, but you're nothing in comparison to my own uterus, which ACTIVELY wants to kill me. I don't fear you. I have no fears. You are weak in the face of my unwavering strength and peace as an unbeliever, who has no absolute answers about the nature of life and death.

I have peace you can't comprehend.

After all, if there is an afterlife where we must face our actions with our fellow humankind, I'm confident in my personal integrity. I am filled with sass, but I am kind and loving. Those who know me know this.

You... however... there is need for concern.

After all...

Where is your integrity when you protect and hide the vast variety of abusers?

Where is your integrity when you actively suppress women, demoting their status to ONLY wives and mothers?

Where is your integrity when you hate and turn on your LGBTQ+ siblings and deny them access to your heaven?

Where is your integrity when you lie and hide the dark truths of the origins of Mormonism?

Where is your integrity when you point blank lie about the wealth accumulated, to the point the American government FINED you for it?

Where is your integrity when you use that wealth to buy commercial properties?

Where is your integrity in the lack of building homeless shelters, schools, parks, or whatever could enrich and protect the local communities?

Where is your integrity when you spend millions of dollars on gilded temples in favor of the dead when the living sit homeless, exposed to the elements and without food, in the streets a block from those doors?

True integrity is a strength of self. My integrity demands of me to call out the bullshit and the lies; it tells me to remain calm in face of those who refuse to see my true heart, who claim that I am the one without light. I remain unaffected when those I love lash out at me because I no longer align with their thoughts and beliefs.

If you cannot see my heart, then it's clear you're the blind one.

"Christian kindness is not a substitute for integrity."

This is a contradicting statement. True integrity cannot be without kindness and love. No kindness? No integrity. No exceptions.

True integrity is NOT where you avoid "criticizing the doctrine or the culture" or the leadership in Mormonism.

What hypocrisy.

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sh4wty18 · 7 days

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tiktok pt. 1

pairing: jake webber x you

summary: you decide to hard launch your relationship with jake on tiktok, and get distracted along the way.

cw: fluff & very light smut (hickeys), language, suggestive ending

word count: 1.7k + edited

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You enter the kitchen of your boyfriend Jake's house to find him preparing a sandwich at the counter. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. Even though you’re shorter than him, (the top of your head only reaches his neck), physical touch is one of both of your love languages, and you both love this type of affection. “Babe, do you wanna post a tiktok together?” you ask him.

He swings around to face you and grips your waist with both hands, “Ummmm yes?? Is that even a question??? Of course I wanna make sure all of my hot girlfriend’s followers know she’s taken” he replies, a smile beaming across his pretty face. “But… weren’t you nervous about getting hate?” he asks, looking more concerned than excited now.

“I mean yeah, but it’s been over 4 months since we’ve started dating, and we’ve been completely private. I think I’m ready to let the world know I'm dating one of America’s Favorite Ladies.” you smirk and raise an eyebrow towards him, which elicits a grin. You really are ready to post together, even though you’re nervous. But you figure it’s only going to be more overwhelming the longer you wait. Jake and Tara have been broken up for almost a full year, and Tara even gave you her blessing to start dating him. Plus, you knew Jake had been wanting to post a tiktok with you for a while now, but wasn’t saying anything out of respect for you.

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement now, but he still asked through his wide smile, “Are you a hundred percent sure? I only wanna do it if you know you’re ready.”

“Yes, Jake. I promise I want to” you hold your pinky up to him and he links his with yours. You’ve made a habit of using pinky promises as a form of asserting comfortability in your relationship. You and Jake can both get really anxious about hurting each other’s feelings or pushing a boundary by accident, so you decided that when verbal communication isn’t enough, a pinky promise will be another way of letting each other know you’re okay.

He is smiling from ear to ear, and you feel your face flush. You could look at that smile forever, and knowing that you are capable of making someone so happy makes you feel an incredible sense of joy. “Yay!!! I’m so excited, oh my God!! What do you wanna do, baby?!” Jake asks you, lightly bobbing up and down with excitement. You reach out and take hold of one of his hands, leading him to the living room where you plop down on the couch, with him sitting next next to you.

“Okay… so I’ve kind of had this idea for a while, but it’s really cringey, I’m not gonna lie” you say, leaning your head on Jake’s shoulder.

He leans his head on top of yours, “Y/N” he starts in his Mama Bear voice, “I don’t give a rat’s ass how cringey it is, alright?! We’re doin’ it!”

You giggle, “Okay Mama Bear. I was thinking we could use the song “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex, and during the part where he says, ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’ we could alternate saying the lines or something. I know it’s dumb–”

“NO! Stop saying it’s dumb, it’s not dumb. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it. And everyone’s gonna be jealous when they see it cuz of how hot we are. They’ll have no choice but to want at least one of us!” Jake replies, gripping your shoulders to emphasize his point.

You blush and laugh, Jake always knows what to say to make you feel accepted. “Thanks, Jake” you say shyly, and he leans in to kiss you warmly on the cheek.

“Anything for my favorite lady,” he says. You definitely feel your face flush as you wrap your hand around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, maintaining eye contact with him. “Haha, I made you bluuushhh” he teases, poking you in the side.

“Shut up!” You reply, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him over the head with it.

“Owwwww… Y/N that hurtttt” he whines in his baby voice, pouting at you with fake sadness.

“Awwww, do you need me to kiss it better?” You ask, teasingly.

He nods happily, “Yes, yes I do, thank you.”

You pull his neck towards you and kiss his forehead gently where you had hit him with the pillow. He pulls your face towards his mouth and your lips meet. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, anchoring your body around his hips. Your hands play with his hair as he leans into the kiss, gripping your back with his hands, practically gluing your bodies together. He frees himself from your mouth to start peppering kisses down your jaw and lingering on your neck. He knows where to suck to make your breath catch, even though you try to hide it. You’ve always been a fan of hickeys, and Jake is fucking good at it. You tilt your face a little more towards his ear and let out a small moan, which only causes him to suck harder, finishing in one section and moving to another, leaving bruises scattered around your neck in all the spots he knows you love. He’s about to continue down to your tits when you pull away from him, “Babe, stop distracting me with make out sessions! We’re supposed to be filming a tiktok!!” You know you’ll both be naked soon if you don’t stop him now, but you really wanted to rip off the bandaid and post the tiktok. Sex can wait– and it was definitely worth it.

Jake stares up at you, lips swollen and breaths quick, “Grrr you’re no fun,” he jokes in his baby voice again. His fake-pout quickly turns into a smile, “I’m just kiddin’, let’s get filming! But I would put some make-up on there before we start if I were you,” he nods toward your neck.

You climb off his lap and walk to the bathroom, turning the light on to look into the vanity mirror. “JAKE!” you scream, “What the fuck!! How did you leave this many that quick?!” Your neck has at least six purple bruises scattered across it, ranging in size.

He bursts out laughing and runs into the bathroom behind you to admire his work, “Damn, I’m just the hickey queen I guess” he says, and places a hand on your lower back. He hops up to sit on the vanity as you begin blending concealer into your neck. He watches you and smiles, “You’re so pretty.”

“Shut up, you can’t win me over with flattery now!” you try to maintain a stern face but you can’t hide the grin forming on your lips as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “It was pretty good though.”

“Oh, I think it was more than just “pretty” good, considering I had you moaning in my ear.” He leans towards you, maintaining eye contact, knowing that you’ll fold if he stares at you long enough. You were never able to keep eye contact with him for too long, it just makes you flustered.

“Fine it was REALLY good,” you say, smirking, and add a peck on the lips for good measure.

“That’s what I thought,” Jake replies sassily, hand on hip.

After you finish applying the concealer (you eventually had to give up because no amount of concealer could fully cover the bruises on your neck), you both return to the kitchen to film the tiktok. Jake leans against the island counter, and you lean against him with your arms around his waist, so that your torsos are pressed together. He angles the phone above both of you since he’s significantly taller, and presses record. The song starts playing, and you’re gazing at each other. You lipsync the first part of the line “your lips, my lips”, and Jake follows up with “apocalypse”. When the line ends you both lean in to break the tension, softly pressing your lips together. After the sound ends, you both rewatch the video to double check that it looks okay.

“I think I can see one of my pieces of artwork a little, but I doubt anyone else will notice unless they’re LOOKING for hickeys,” Jake says, “But still… you sure you wanna post it?” he double checks.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck anymore, I just want the world to know that you’re mine.” you reply, gazing up at him.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot when you take control.” he says, looking flushed, “Hurry up and post it so I can finish what I started.”

You feel your heart rate increase at the thought of Jake continuing to mark your body, so you quickly type out the caption “hard launch <3”, tag Jake in the video, and post it, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb and leaving it on the counter. Whatever happens, you know Jake will always be there to support you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous as shit to post a video of you guys kissing on the internet.

He senses your nervousness and intertwines both his hands with yours. “Hey, don’t think about it. They’re gonna say whatever they want but we’re the only two whose opinions actually matter. And what I know is that I love being with you. You’re beautiful and smart and kind and funny and being around you makes me happier than I’ve been in… a long time. So fuck them… and fuck me?” He winks at the end, perfectly ruining a pure moment in classic Jake fashion. But you can’t complain, you know he meant every word of what he said, and you love his sense of humor, no matter how silly it is.

“You’re such a child!” you giggle, “But thanks, and I could say the exact same to you. You’re a star, Jake. And you make my life brighter in every way. I love being with you.” You hold the sides of his face in your hands and pull him into a not-so-gentle kiss, which he returns hungrily, moving his hands up your back under your shirt, to feel your bare skin. He pulls away for a second to let out a breathy groan against your mouth, “Let’s go upstairs.”

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this could be a standalone, but let me know if you want to see pt. 2! it's also already posted on my ao3 :)

#sh4wty18 #jake webber #jake webber fluff #jake webber x reader #jake webber x you #jake x reader #jake x you #fluff #one shot #original one shot #fluff oneshot #original fiction #jake webber fic

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k-dokja · 10 months

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Summary: The needed communication with you after everything he had gone through in recent days.

Jake won't think about it.

Because if he does, he'll somehow manage to call upon your wrathful spirit and get an earful for getting into trouble again. He promised he wouldn't, he's breaking his promise again. If you don't want to put up with him anymore, he'd have zero grievance about it except the guilt he will harbour for the remainder of his life, however fleeting it will be.

It's one thing that he got involved with the gang business, he made his choice long ago and you respected that. You chose to stay with him in spite of his foolhardy crusade to save Sinu. He couldn't ask for more from you. But now, he's on the run again, Big Deal is scattered and arrested, and you haven't heard from him for days.

Jake won't think about it. If he dwelled on how you must be feeling any longer, he might do something stupid and run back like he's not a wanted man. Truthfully, he'd have followed that impulse had it not for the real potential that you'd be affected by his actions, too.

He saw your messages. All fifty-something of them. He read them all and thought about replying for days now, but every time he typed something, his fingers faltered and once again, he was at a loss for words. No excuse would suffice at this point and the longer he lets it go on, the harder it becomes to answer you.

Like it or not, he's on the fast track to win the title of 'Worst Boyfriend of the Year'. One would need an insurmountable level of stupidity to overtake him in this race at this point.

Even when he has the chance to contact you, with a new SIM card and a new phone, he can't do anything except stare stupidly at your phone number on his screen. Typed out, but he was doing nothing to initiate the call. You'd probably yell at him if you even thought to pick up a strange number.

He'd deserve all of it and you'd deserve better.

Jake sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Better get this out of the way sooner than later, lest the wound fester and turn into blisters that will scar. He presses the call button, and dread pools at the bottom of his stomach.

A few rings pass by before a familiar voice speaks up from the other side. "Hello?"

He swallows. Not until he hears you that he realizes how much he missed you. You sound a bit more nasal than normal, he wonders if you're well. It's silly to even consider that your life is going on fine while he's in hiding, but it'd be arrogant to assume you're suffering because of him.

He won't know until he asks and it's a challenge to get there when his throat is this dry. Slowly, Jake says your name. It's more of a tentative plea than a greeting.

You go quiet. He doesn't need to see your face to know you must be upset at him. With a deep breath in, he braces for all of the scolding you will unleash upon him.

"...Are you safe?"

But it never comes. What he gets instead is your quiet concern, he doesn't know how to deal with that. It's far easier to pacify you when you're mad at him because he's used to it. Used to all of your irritation and your sigh and your eyes rolling. Not this, however. Not the fear of disappointing you even further.

He never quite knows what to do with it. "Yeah," he says, "I'm with an old friend of my dad... Lineman is also here. We're fine for the moment."

"Okay." You say. There is a silence after that makes him think you're trying to pick your next words. What he gets is a question. "Do you know how to get out of this?"

It's pragmatic and practical, he feels silly to think otherwise of your reaction. He almost wants to laugh, but he has to settle with a smile on his face, "We have a plan, a vague one, but it's a start. I don't know how long this will take but..."

Jake heaves out a long sigh. The truth isn't easy to admit even when you're this calm. "I can't guarantee anything, I'm sorry."

"When have your words ever meant anything?" You're the one who laughs and he can't help but wince. "Just try to stay alive, and if you do, let's talk when you're back."

He hates the sound of that. He hates how his entire body seizes when you say those words, but he has no choice but to agree with you. He has done enough damage as it is. "...All right." He adds, perhaps needlessly. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are," you say, "I'll have to go back to practice now, will you stay in touch?"

Jake won't deny that he's disappointed by how short-lived is your conversation, but he mentions nothing of it. "Yeah, same number," he says, "I'll let you know if something changed."

"Thanks," you reply, "please stay safe."

"I will," he swallows again, not knowing if he has the right to say these next few words, but he says them anyway, "...I love you."

It takes you a few seconds to answer. A few seconds too long. "Goodbye Jake," you say, "I hope I'll see you soon."

The call ends before he can say anything else.

Suddenly, his mouth feels bitter with regret.

#jake kim #jake kim x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

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teddyhoneybear · 3 months

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Authentic feeling

~Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra~

Genre: Angst/Romance

Rating: SFW

Words: 2,106

You can read on AO3

🌷a conversation between Elain and Lucien about the mating bond that I wanted to see

🌷I simply wanted to get it out of my system

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"You probably hate me..."

Only a breeze, for even the wind stood still. But it gently braided a golden curl of hers, as if encouraging her to continue, to say what's on her mind.

Lucien only peered at her with a simple frown, never knowing what to say around Elain, as if that sharp tongue of his had lost the courage to do so.

"I'm not sure I follow, lady." the timbre of his voice was gentle but concern filled his thoughts.

Elain's dainty hands squeezed the railing, her garden behind them, just as silent, but extremely curious, as if it too saw that sleeping thread between them.

"I made you wait for two years..." her voice was no more than a whisper, guilt filling her soul.

He was a patient male, even if he'd wither in the process. But no words escaped his lips, unable to fill the silence around them.

And I'd wait for aeons, he wanted to scream, to declare his unending devotion to her.

"But I swore to myself that at least in love I'll choose for myself. Without anyone's intervention, not even the cauldron." the last word was veiled in something akin to distaste. And he wondered how many people before the cauldron took away her choices?

She raised her head, while gazing over Velaris, and it looked like she was reminding herself of the promise she made, perhaps long ago.

But Lucien was tired, so tired and he couldn't understand her resistance to the bond. He gave her space and time, and he could have waited even longer, but her complete dislike of the mating bond was like an insult to him and he had hoped all these years that she would at least see it in a different light.

"Tell me, Elain, what exactly makes you think like you do not have a choice? Accepting the bond or not." he asked in exasperation, his voice one of a wounded male. Saying her name... Oh, he was offended, Elain realised with surprise, and she waited for that guilt to hit her again. But it didn't come.

Nor was she at a loss of words. It was unexpected of him, yes, but it didn't leave her speechless.

Because the wide-eyed fawn in front of him trembled, not with fear, but anger. Her small hands curled into fists, ready to strike.

And when Elain faced the red hair male, she was met with a burning stare, flames imprisoned in his eyes.

And it provoked her.

"What makes you think that accepting it would be forced upon you?" his tone was harsh, a bitter taste in his tongue and the fire in his eyes seemed to expand. The now stronger wind blew through his hair, revealing his angered expression.

It inflamed something untamed inside the bud that was about to bloom like an Orange Fringe Tulip, her red-orange petals resembling flames of a bonfire. He was her instigator.

For a moment, she was so red with fury that Lucien thought he was looking at himself.

"Because it is unnatural!" Elain yelled at him, taking a step closer, nails digging in her palms.

He scoffed so loud, as if he could not believe her words. "Oh please, enlighten me, then!" he triggered her, saying it in a mocking way.

Even the burning sun tried to hide from their confrontation, peaking nosily from behind some clouds.

But Lucien did not back down. "What is, Elain?" he advanced, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's so abnormal about it?"

And Elain finally snapped.

"You!" she shouted, streching her hand to point at him. "And me! Everything! And I'm sick of it." she gesticulated frantically, some birds flying away.

"Don't think for a second that it has been easy for me, because I'm sick of the way your mere presence affects me, making my heart tremble. I'm sick of you haunting my every thought, even at the simple mention of your name. And I hate how your overwhelming scent soothes me so easily." she added, her voice an ear-splitting sound, and she could feel her throat burning. It almost fell from her lips how she held in the urge to bake cinnamon rolls everytime he visited, because his scent reminded her of them, only to find herself in the kitchen anyway, kneading dough while cursing him. He'd probably love hearing about that, so she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Nor that she kept smelling them addictively, her little nose covered in frosting, while imagining it's him.

"Gods, even the way you dress, your stupidly gorgeous hair, and that..." she took a deep breath, already feeling light-headed. "That ravishing know-it-all smile." And the way he looked at her. Like she was his only reason for still existing. But she kept it to herself.

Lucien wasn't sure he was still breathing, gaping at her, while open-mouthed. For how long had she held that frustration inside of her?

But Elain was not done yet.

“And… And that stupid, stupid heart of yours." she was a few inches away from him, her index finger poking him in the chest repeatedly, right where his heart was, which was beating faster and faster. "Always ringing in my ears. Always." Elain was rubbing her temples, as if his heartbeat was giving her a headache.

"Do you know that our hearts beat together when we're in the same room?" she asked, saying it as if it was a nuisance, even if her voice was more gentle now. He didn't know. And it wrecked him. Something in him shattered at the idea that this was affecting her as much as it affected him.

But something else made his heart dance in excitement, knowing that right in this very moment their hearts were singing the same melody.

"I've had enough..." was the last thing she said, her panting the only sound left around them.

Lucien tried, really tried to hide his amused expression, pursing his lips together, afraid it will infuriate her more. Because she was so close to him, and he wanted to enjoy the small distance between them, knowing it won't last long. So he looked at her, admiring those big doe eyes, their brown melting with rage. That disheveld silky hair, splattered all over her delicate face. He even cursed himself for not acting on his desire to touch it when she wiped a few strands of hair away from her forehead, looking tired after letting all that out. Whatever that was.

It was remarkable to him, how gentle she still looked.

But he just couldn't help himself, so he broke the silence between them.

"Well, I had no idea my striking looks gave you such a hard time, miss Archeron." he teased, then was imediately met with a smack on the chest, this time so hard he felt the need to rub the pain away. That constant gardening paid off, it seemed.

"I meant it." Elain pierced him with her burning gaze, an expression he never had the chance to see before. Livid, but alive. So full of life.

"I'm glad you did." he dared speak, this time in a more endearing way. But she still shot him a deadly glare to wipe that smirk away.

Only to dart her eyes away with a pained look, followed by a weary sigh and an almost teary gaze.

"Losing my human life, my fiance... It was too much and I had to blame someone for it. So I blamed you. For everything." tears filled her beautiful eyes and something like sorrow enfolded her expression. The female wiped her wet cheeks, biting her lips in order to hold in her cries. Her unspoken regrets. The way his pained eyes looked at her while she chose to ignore him, haunting her even in her sleep.

"I could've sworn you have bewitched me when I first saw you back then." When she was made, she wanted to say. "An aberration, I thought, to feel so strongly enticed by a stranger. So odd, that it felt fabricated, that thread between us." her voice was weaker, strained. Elain's hand rested on her chest, as if she could still feel it, tied to a rib.

It wasn't entirely shocking to Lucien that she might have thought the cauldron or even him had enchanted her in some way, with the knowledge she had about faes back then. And Gods, she was a stranger to him, too.

But he felt like a fool for hoping her feelings might change.

"You may think it's artificial, but it's real, Elain." his voice was a caress, so understanding and kind-hearted. The male took her hands in his, bending his knees to be on eye level with her.

"A blessing and such a rare gift for any fae. A connection between two souls, so strong, like no other." his gold and russet eyes lighten up so beautifully when speaking about the mating bond, Elain could not take hers away, awstrucked. His touch was so tender and that smile... She hadn't lied about it.

"Lucien, I..." but she didn't know what else to say, after spilling her heart out in such an embarrassing way. Her mind was almost empty and she felt the realization of what she vocalized in the last few minutes slowly hit, staining her cheeks.

"You kept me waiting for two whole years. Why?" he asked with tenderness in his tone, giving her a warm smile. They were so close, the tip of their noses were almost touching. Elain was looking at him rather puzzled, but also feeling guilty again. For choosing to ignore her problem, rather than face it. Even if she owed him nothing.

"Because it has always been your choice, love. Always." he whispered, his hot breath warming her face. She frowned, wishing to say something, but Elain lost her words when he cupped her cheeks. Slowly. Carefully. His thumbs barely brushing her soft skin.

"Making me wait even longer, rejecting me or not, you have your hand on the wheel." his full lips kissed her forehead and her legs trembled, squeezing her eyes shut. "And whatever you choose to do, remember it is you who decides, not anyone or anything else." Another kiss, between her eyebrows. Then another, on the corner of her eye. She smiled. A soft kiss on the tip of her nose and Elain giggled, making Lucien adore her even more.

They stayed like this for a while, his hands resting on the base of her neck and his long fingers stroking the back of it, making her almost purr in response. And the sweet bud wrapped her fingers around his forearms, hard muscles hiding under his skin, hoping she would stay on her feet. But the light in her eyes dimmed, and a question was still weighing her heart.

"But how do I know? How do I know these are my feelings and that I'm not influenced?" she asked with a strained voice, still feeling tormented. But her eyes were pleading, begging him to help her understand. The mating bond and herself.

"Because, in case you forgot, there are mating bonds out there that have been rejected." he replied, his loving smile still on his lips. And Gods, how he wished he won't be a victim of such torture.

He slowly pulled her closer, one arm resting on her lower back, her body pressed against his, their hearts dancing on the same beat. And with the other, he brushed a few strands behind her ear, delighted at how soft her hair was.

And birds began to chirp again, while the sun made its entrance, blessing them with its light.

"I like to believe the mating bond amplifies what we already feel. What we'd normally feel if it didn't exist." softer were his words this time, quieter, aware of her incoming inner turmoil. He studied her, those nut-brown eyes widening, her cheeks veiled in the rich colour of peonies.

She was caught red-handed, it seemed, and it was rather comical. It made her almost laugh, embarrassing as it was. Because this day got even more humiliating for her.

Elain shook her head while facing the earth beneath their feet, a breathy laugh coming from her, so discreet.

"I suppose it's real then." she ventured to say, peeping through her eyelashes. A way for her to acknowledge the truth between them, that now glowing thread.

"Very." was all he said, holding his breath, more nervous than ever.

Then standing on her toes, her lips finally met his, unhurried, both smiling while savouring eachother, that burn in his chest melting away.

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imagine-horizons · 2 months

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Surgeon of Death: Doll Edition II

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 trafalgar d. law x f!siren warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of PTSD, minors dni summary: your past still haunts you after a run-in with an enemy - but now you don't have to fight them alone ----------------------------- ♪ Now Playing: Be Kind (feat. Halsey) - Marshmello♪ "i know you're chokin' on your fears // already told you i'm right here // i will stay by your side every night"

------------------------------ In the depths of the Grand Line, the Polar Tang slipped past enemy ships, the deep blue cloaking their presence. But there was one thing you could not hide or run from.

On the latest enemy encounter, you were found face to face with the enemy captain. Because of that, the nightmares resurface, that had disappeared after Law started giving you a dreamless potion for the first few weeks after joining the Heart Pirates. The enemy had used his Devil Fruit powers to entangle you with plant like vines and yanked you closer to him. Your heart jumped into your throat and you struggled to breathe as you felt the vines close around your throat. "Your powers have no affect on me - I heard about the little Siren pet that Trafalgar Law keeps by his side," he sneered, and you felt his hot breath in your ear making you whimper. "It would be fun to keep ya around and make you my personal toy, don't ya think?" As you struggled, the vines tightened around your throat to the point where you felt your vision darken.

"Room!"

You were suddenly enveloped in a blue aura, and you no longer felt the restraints on you. Instead you breathed in the deep fragrance of old cedarwood and antiseptic solution, as strong arms held you. You looked up to see Law who had jumped in to rescue you. With a flick of his sword, he barked out: "Shambles." Just before you blacked out, you watched as the enemy captain was split into multiple pieces, and you heard Law say your name. When you came to, you found yourself in infirmary, with a very worried Bepo at your side. You could barely hear what the polar bear was saying because You could still feel the tight hold on you, and it brought back the painful memories when you were under the control of the faceless masters. You shared a bunk with Ikkaku who told you to go tell Law that the nightmares were coming back. You no longer had the potion that Law gave you because the nightmares had stopped, but you were too scared to tell Law.

"He's our captain, you can't hide this from him," Ikkaku pressed. "What are you afraid of?"

Weakness.

The old feelings of needing to prove yourself, and the thought of showing weakness in front of your captain, brought back the fear being cast aside. The worst part was, the nightmares prevented you from waking up on your own. Ikkaku would often shake you awake, or even had to dig her nails into your hand so you would wake up to the pain. But one night, it was Law who found you. When you came to, Law was hovering over you, a look of concern etched into every part of his face, his hands gently cupping your face. There was a blue aura around you, and you blinked away your disorientation so you could focus on your surroundings. You were in Law's captain's quarters - he must have heard you and transported himself into your shared bunk, and brought you to his room. "Why didn't you come to me when it started again?" He asked, as you slowly sat up, letting the sphere dissipate.

"You knew?" You asked meekly and he sighed.

"Ikkaku told me - if you don't want my help, I won't force you. But [y/n]-ya..." His eyes softened slightly. "I am your captain, it is my responsibility to look after my crew. Your place will always be here, with the Heart Pirates. So don't forget that." You didn't say anything else, except nod. "It's late," Law said standing up. "I'll give you a potion to take when you' head back to your'e back in your quarters. Don't wake the others." Before he could leave, you grabbed onto the edge of his hoodie.

"Can - can I stay here with you?" You whispered. You didn't mean to be so bold, nor for your voice to come out in a plea, but you caught your captain's cheekbones tinge with pink at your request. He tugged his hat down a little further over his eyes, before muttering out: "Do as you wish." As you were about slip into a dreamless sleep, you could smell Law's scent in the bedding, wrapping you up protectively. It got stronger as you felt fingers gently brush against your cheek, and push back a strand of hair, as you heard Law whisper into your ear, "I won't let you fight alone, you have my word."

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"... you know you can cry to the one // always confide in the one // you can be kind to the one that you love."

#law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x reader

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ishkrisq · 5 months

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Captaincy

It wasn’t helping , Ishan behind the stumps wasn’t fucking helping . It was going to be a tough match and Shubman could hear the crowd roar , he could feel the sweat dripping down and most important of it all , he could feel the weight of the captaincy on his shoulders .

Ishan wasn't even doing anything distracting , they were pure professionals on the field . It was just all the overwhelming emotions that were probably ticking him off . He could feel Ishan't gaze on him and some part of him just wanted to prove it to Ishan and to everyone else that he deserved this position given to him.

On the next ball , he tried to go for a boundary but hardik bhai was able to stop the ball . He ran for a run and but as soon as he reached the crease he heard shouts behind him. He looked back to see someone lying on the ground , clutching his eye in pain . He realised it was Ishan who was missing behind the wickets .

Ishan was surrounded by his team and the medical staff was quick to take him inside . Shubman just stood there frozen , his mind racing with concern .

"Ishan's going to be okay Shubman " Saha bhai got him out of his head with reassuring words . Shubman gave him a shaky nod . He still had a game to win .

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"Abh thik hai ishu?" Rohit asked as he gently inspected Ishan's injury .

Ishan winced in pain as Rohit probed his swollen eye. "It hurts a little Rohit bhai," he muttered, his voice filled with frustration.

Rohit placed a comforting hand on Ishan's shoulder "The medical staff said it's not severe. You'll get better before the next match."

Ishan nodded weakly, grateful for the support of his captain. The thought of being unable to contribute to the team weighed heavily on him. He didn't even get to bat .

"Ishu mere bhai I'm so so sorry" a whining Hardik burst inside the locker room and rushed towards Ishan. His face was filled with guilt and worry.

Ishan managed a small smile, his swollen eye crinkling at the corners. "Aarey aapki galti nahi hai bhai"

Hardik shook his head adamantly. "Nahi nahi , I should've been more careful with my throw. I shouldn't have let it hit you!"

Rohit stepped forward, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Hardik, accidents happen on the field. It was nobody's fault."

"Let me take you to the hotel Ishu , tu rest kar aaj aaram se " Hardik said, his voice filled with concern. Ishan nodded gratefully, feeling the exhaustion from the match and the pain in his eye catching up to him. He needed rest, both physically and mentally.

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Shubman was dying . The urgency of seeing Ishan was eating him up inside . He was beyond happy that they had won though as the captain he had to stay back for much longer than everyone else.

As the team bus pulled up to the hotel, he practically bolted out of his seat, his heart pounding with anxiety. He needed to see Ishan, to make sure he was alright.

He saw Rohit bhai in the lobby and quickly approached him. "Bhai, how is Ishan? Is he okay?" Shubman asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice.

Rohit smiled reassuringly. "He's doing better, Shubi. The swelling has gone down a bit, and the medical staff said he should be back in action soon."

Relief flooded Shubman's body, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God. I was so worried about him."

Rohit patted him on the back. "Now go and see him. He's resting in his room."

Without wasting another second, he dashed towards Ishan's room. Ishan was lying on the bed, a cold compress covering his eye. His face lit up with a smile when he saw Shubman enter the room.

"Shubi!" Ishan exclaimed, his voice filled with happiness. "Idhar aao captain ji ."

Shubman rushed to Ishan's side, his heart swelling with relief and affection. He sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Ishan's injured eye.

"Thank God you're okay, Ishu," Shubman said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I was so worried about you."

Ishan chuckled softly, wincing at the slight pain it caused. "Itni chinta mat kara ka shubhi ." He playfully nudged Shubhman's arm. "Aisi choti moti chot mera kuch bigad sakti hai kya ?"

Shubhman hit his head "Tereko har samay mazak hi sujta hai . How many times have I told you to wear a helmet "

" Haww , aise patient ko koi marta hai kya? " Ishan said with a pout . Shubman's face clearly showed that he wasn't amused at all.

Ishan laughed, "Achha sorry sorry. It was just bad luck yaar. Couldn't have predicted that ball would hit me in the eye."

Shubman couldn't help but finally smile at Ishan's infectious laughter, the worry and tension from earlier dissipating into thin air.

"Well, you better be more careful next time, Ishu," he teasingly scolded. "Otherwise, I might just have to tie a helmet to your head permanently."

Ishan feigned shock, his hand dramatically covering his chest. "Oh no, captain ji! Anything but that!" He grinned mischievously.

Shubhman couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Ishan's playful spirit brought a sense of normalcy back to the room.

"You better believe it, Ishu," Shubman replied, his voice filled with mock seriousness. "I'll make sure you have a helmet on even when you're sleeping."

Ishan playfully threw a pillow at Shubman, causing both of them to erupt in laughter.

"Congratulations Shubi . Hum har Gaye but I'm so proud of you for winning "

"Toh phir uss bet ka reward ?"

Ishan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hmm, what do you have in mind ?" he asked with a playful smirk.

Shubman smirked, "Oh, I have a few ideas in mind, Ishu," he replied, leaning closer to Ishan. "But we'll have to wait until you're fully recovered."

Ishan's cheeks flushed with a hint of pink as he met Shubman's gaze. His voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "Well then, Captain Ji, I can't wait for that delicious reward."

Leaning in closer, Shubman captured Ishan's lips in a tender kiss. The soft press of their mouths sent an electric current coursing through their bodies, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing second.

Ishan responded eagerly, his hands finding their way into Shubman's hair, pulling him closer as their lips moved in sync. The taste of Ishan was intoxicating, a sweet blend of desire and passion that left Shubman yearning for more.

They broke the kiss, both breathless and flushed with desire. Their gazes locked, filled with an unspoken understanding and a hunger that couldn't be contained any longer. Shubman's hands found their way to Ishan's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

"I missed you," Shubman whispered, his voice laced with longing.

Ishan's eyes sparkled with desire as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Shubhman's ear. "I missed you too shubi."

As the moon cast its gentle glow through the sheer curtains, Shubhman and Ishan found solace in each other's arms. They lay intertwined on the bed, their bodies formulating a perfect fit, like two souls finally reunited after a long separation.

The softness of the sheets caressed their skin, embracing them in a cocoon of warmth and tenderness. Ishan traced his fingers along the contours of Shubman's face, memorizing every dip and curve as if committing it to memory. Shubman closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the sensation, his heart fluttering like a thousand butterflies in his chest.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Their worries and responsibilities faded into insignificance. They existed only for each other .

#ishan kishan #shubhman gill #ishman #shubish #ict #cricket #indian cricket team

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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I swear, 2023 is the birth of Tomdaya 3.0, how many events have happened so far makes me dizzy. And it's only May... 🥹😍

Girl!!!!!

Ikr?? My head is swimming!!! ��😂

It's all building up.... to SOMETHING really niiiiice.... 😏

It really does feel like they've had 3 phases of their rlshp already lol.... 😂

They were ALWAYS serious with each other right from jump, but they've def GROWN in their love and connection, and the trajectory of their rlshp as far as I'm concerned.

Tomdaya 1.0 (2016-2019): The insane, young love, falling in love, puppy love, still trying to figure this thing out and how to have a PRIVATE rlshp while being in the public eye phase....

2019-2020: BREAKUP. Massive Heart break....😭 Still in love with each other but know it's best for each of us to BOTH move on right now....

Tomdaya 2.0 (2020-2022): The REBIRTH of Tomdaya... Reconnecting with each other again. Still feeling like this person is my soul mate, my best friend, wanna try again, person. 🥰❤️ Elation. Joy. So GLAD to be back with my best friend again. The love has only deepened. We learned from our mistakes as younger adults, and we've committed to doing things better this time around. We got outed as a public couple, but it's only served to make us grow even CLOSER. Now, we no longer have to hide our affection and love for each other in public. 🥰We've grown. We've matured. We've worked out our baggage, and we would never want to go through life without each other ever again, phase.

THEN.... THERE'S....

Tomdaya 3.0 (2023 - ???): We're deeply, madly, and even MORE in love with each other than we were at the beginning (as if that were even possible lol 😆). We're FULLY committed, we've moved into the future life stage, and are BUILDING a forever future with each other. We've temporarily chilled on the work life for a bit, and just FULLY enjoyed each other's company without too many distractions. London is becoming more of BOTH our homes 🏡, and the future is being planned out, phase. 🥰❤️

#Tomdaya #tom holland #zendaya #the love phases of Tomdaya ❤️#just a guess #just for funsies 😁

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 2 years

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Denial

Word count: 1,900

Pairing: Loki x reader (platonic)

Reader pronouns: none used (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff; mostly tickles. Softer Loki (though he tries to hide it)

I know @duckynugget and @crimson25 are looking forward to this one being posted - so, here it is!

This request Prompt asked for a fic where Loki is ticklish but reader is not. I also made the reader gender neutral by request. I kept this one on the shorter side as well, since the next prompt will likely lead to a lengthy story.

"I'll remind you, mortal - I reserve the right to change my mind about consenting to this at any moment."

"Yeah, yeah. Now sit."

Loki rolled his eyes dramatically, sitting down on the floor in front of you with a huff. You grinned behind his back as you shifted your seat forward a bit on the sofa. After being friends for so long, you knew Loki well enough to understand that his outward annoyance at any sort of physical or verbal affection was all a ruse. As tough as he was on the outside, you knew deep down he secretly enjoyed being cared for.

"Ok - now sit still. I need to concentrate on what I'm doing."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"I already told you - I tried it on Natasha, but she wouldn't sit still for longer than five minutes. Always has to be doing something..." You grasped his shoulders and turned his upper body to sit straighter against the front of the sofa.

"Well - do heed caution. My hair is not to be trifled with," he muttered.

"You Asgardians have such a thing about your hair. It's so funny."

"We simply care about how we present ourselves. Unlike many of you mortals on this planet." Loki twitched in surprise as you began to separate a section of his hair, your finger dragging along the back of his head.

"Hey! I like to think I put an adequate amount of effort into my appearance."

"Well - I wasn't referring to you, obviously."

You smiled. Loki wasn't the most forthcoming with complements, but you knew he had a soft spot for you. He held you on a higher pedestal than he did other humans, though he'd never straight out admit it.

His posture slowly relaxed as you ran your fingers through his hair, meticulously measuring out equal sections of his dark locks before twisting them together into a braid. You were silent as you devoted your full concentration to the task at hand, and Loki seemed content with the lack of conversation.

“Doing alright there, Loki?” you asked after the silence had persisted for a few minutes, leaning forward to see his face. You just caught sight of his eyes closed before he startled, opening them to glare at you.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on not tying knots in my hair?” he muttered.

“Were you falling asleep? That’s cute.”

Loki opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with some indignant denial of the truth, but you silenced him by running your fingers through his hair. “Hmph,” was all he could seem to muster. You chuckled as you sat back, returning to focusing on weaving braids into his dark locks, taking your time with each twist now that you knew he was enjoying the attention.

After pausing, undoing and restarting the first braid multiple times to really get it right, you were finally nearly finished completing one. Suddenly, Loki flinched, tugging the braid from between your fingers.

“What was that for?? Now I have to start it over again,” you whined as the strands of the braid unwound a bit at the bottom.

“My apologies - you were taking so damned long I thought perhaps you’d finished that one already,” he grumbled in response. There was an unusual finality in his tone, as though he didn’t want you to keep asking about it.

“So you just twist your head and pull it out of my hands? I thought you were concerned about how I was making your hair look. Why risk messing me up?”

“Just… go back and start it over again. I’ll hold still.”

“Hmm. Fine. But this time I’ll tell you when you can move, ok?”

You knew something odd was going on. Loki had previously been melting against the sofa as you manipulated his hair, but suddenly he seemed to have a steel rod in his back, sitting perfectly straight and stiff. Had you hurt him by tugging too hard? That was certainly something he wouldn’t want to admit. Then again, he wouldn’t have passed up the chance to scold you and pretend as though he wasn’t enjoying every second of this. In any case, you were careful not to pull as you re-wove the braid.

As you twisted the last couple inches into place, Loki suddenly flinched once again. This time, he shrugged his shoulder up toward his ear in the process.

And suddenly, it clicked.

“Loki! You messed it up again!” you whined, fluttering your fingertips along the side of his neck more intentionally. He let out a breathy laugh through his nose this time, leaning away from your fingers. “I didn’t know gods were so ticklish!”

“Mortal… I suggest you tread carefully with this information,” he growled ominously, turning his head to look at you.

“Ooh, calling me ‘mortal’ now, are you? I must be in trouble.” You reached around with your other hand to dust your fingers just below his other ear.

“I-hi’m warning you!” He reached up to grasp the wrist of the offending hand, holding it away from his neck. You smirked, swiftly reaching down to pinch his ribs and earning a yelp of surprise. “Alright, that’s it.”

“What are you gonna do?” you sassed. He rose to his feet and spun around in one quick motion, grasping hold of your other wrist and pushing you down against the sofa.

“Still think it was wise to antagonize me?” Loki hovered over you, pinning your wrists to the sofa beside your head. Unfazed, you grinned up at the looming god.

“Go ahead. I’m not ticklish.”

He squinted down at you, leaning closer to your face for dramatic effect.

“I don’t believe you.”

With that, he released both wrists and latched his hands to your sides, kneading rapidly. You stared up at him with the sly smirk still drawn across your face, not reacting in any way to his touch. His brow furrowed as his hands ascended your ribcage, prodding into the crevices, testing every space for a reaction.

“Told you,” you taunted, lacing your fingers behind your head.

“You… I still don’t believe you! You must be ticklish somewhere!”

“Go ahead and try. I won’t stop you.”

His frustration bloomed on his face as he scribbled under your arms, clawed at your belly, grazed his fingertips along your neck… anything he could think of to make you flinch and laugh. You even allowed him to take your foot in his lap and scratch at the fabric of your sock unhindered, sighing tediously as he wriggled his fingers under your toes and dusted them along the arches.

“It’s not possible. I don’t believe you.”

“What more proof do you need?” you laughed, carefully removing your foot from his lap to avoid him thinking it was reflex. “What I don’t believe is how ticklish you are.” You reached out and pinched his side rapidly to emphasize. He barked out a laugh, leaning involuntarily away from you.

“You… you are infuriating!” he griped, making no move to stand from his seat.

“Oh, stop complaining, grumpy. You’re just mad that I finally have something I can hold over you.” You shifted to kneel closer to him, diving in with both hands latched to his ribcage. This really got him laughing, so you couldn’t bear to stop, digging gently in between the bones as he squirmed under your touch.

“M-eheh-MORTAL!”

“Yes?” You gave him an innocent, questioning look as you continued to torment his ribs. His muscles seemed to weaken as you neared the softer space under his arms. He certainly wasn’t fighting you very hard, considering he was an almighty god.

“Dohon’t you DAHARE even c-eheh-CONSIDER moving ahany higher,” he demanded through bright laughter.

“Why not? Too ticklish?” You slotted your hands beneath his arms - a surprisingly simple task considering how concerned he seemed to be about you tickling him there. He threw his head back, overcome by hysterics. Laughing yourself at his reaction, you wriggled your fingers into the soft skin through his shirt without relenting. His hands clasped around your wrists, weakly pushing at them but without nearly enough force to actually succeed in moving your hands. There was a redness blossoming in his cheeks, lighting up his face more than you’d ever seen in the sullen god.

It was then you realized - he didn’t actually mind this. In fact, he seemed to welcome it.

It made sense in a way, you supposed. Deep down, you knew your friend craved physical interaction despite the fact he pretended not to want anyone to so much as touch him. His prickly outer shell prevented him from getting close enough to anyone that they would want to try to initiate physical contact. It just so happened that you had been stubborn enough to stick around long enough to break through his protective shell.

You also knew he’d be mortified if you even suggested that he may be enjoying your tickle attack. So, you filed it away in your memory and kept it to yourself, not wanting to spoil this playful little game between you and your best friend.

As his face turned redder, you shifted to claw into his belly. His laughter decreased in volume, spilling out in uncharacteristic, adorable giggles.

“Now that’s cute,” you cooed, ghosting your fingers along the sides of his belly.

“Hohow dare yohou i-hi-insult me-hee!” he retorted.

“It’s not an insult, it’s just facts!” you teased, spidering your fingers outward to his sides. His laughter died down as you slowed your torment, with only the occasional twitch of his abdomen and accompanying breathy laugh. When you finally ceased, he sat motionless for a moment, gasping to catch his breath.

“I will get revenge for this,” he growled threateningly through his persistent ticklish smile. “Somehow.”

“Good luck with that,” you shrugged, patting him on the knee. “You gonna let me finish practicing my braiding now?”

“After you just tortured me?? You think I will allow you to continue messing with my hair?”

You folded your arms across your chest, sitting back as you gazed firmly at your companion. “Hey - in all fairness, you messed up my braids twice. I was technically getting my revenge by tickling you senseless.”

An unmistakable pink hue tinted his cheeks. “You… I… fine. But be more careful this time.”

“Sure, yeah, yeah. Now sit on the floor again.”

Mumbling incomprehensible threats under his breath, Loki slid off the sofa and took his seat on the floor in front of you once again. You chuckled to yourself, knowing very well that Loki - God of Mischief - never does anything he doesn’t want to do. And the fact that he leaned more heavily against your shins as you began lacing your fingers through his hair once again only served to prove what you already knew.

Someday, perhaps, he would be willing to admit he actually appreciates physical affection. Until then, you’d just have to ‘convince’ him to allow it from time to time, as though he was appeasing you.

And when you snuck in little squeezes to his sides or flutters behind his ears as you continued to braid his hair, he certainly wasn’t trying very hard to stop you.

#ticklish!loki #loki tickle #tickle fluff #marvel tickle #sfw tickle fluff #tickle fic #lee!loki #ler!reader

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melanieryssel · 1 year

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Genshin's characters as your tour guide | P2

Character: Bennet, Cyno, Nahida

Setting: Basically, now you're in Teyvat. It doesn't matter how you got here, it's totally up to your imagination. You could be a Vision wielder, born in Teyvat, or you could be a God!Creator who got shifted to this land. Anh on your journey to seven nations, you will meet up with other characters who will be your traveling companion.

A/n: I'm a new writer so I would love it if you guys leave me comments on how I can improve my writing. Also, this is a series so I plan on doing a lot of other characters too, let me know who you want me to do next. Finally, sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Bennet

He gets so excited. Bennet always thinks to himself that his bad luck is the reason why no one wants to be his companion. So when you brought up the idea, he couldn't help but feel thrilled, grateful, and anxious because you chose him.

You guys decided to meet in Mondstat city and then start the travel. With a brief glance, you can already tell he's under a lot of stress. Bennet holds a rolled map and tries to force a cheerful smile to reassure you that he's doing absolutely fine even though his dark eye bags tell a different story. He couldn't sleep at all due to tons of the fake scenarios he had in his head about how he might disappoint you or you might be affected by his bad luck. And now, your concerned face makes Bennet worry in his gut.

"I don't think we should go today, you look tired Bennet. Maybe we can pick another-"

"NO!!! PLEASE GO TODAY, I SWEAR I HAVE A PERFECT PLAN FOR TODAY JOURNEY!!!"

You sigh, don't want to ruin his excitement. You ask him to promise you that if he feels exhausted, you guys will go home immediately, and if he ever tried to hide it from you, you will be mad at him forever.

It's safe to say that his bad luck is... worse, or maybe it's your bad luck and not his. You guys are chased by a group of Drendo slimes then Bennet accidentally burns himself and you while trying to get rid of the annoying slimes. You want to see the Cecilia flowers but then it pours with rain all afternoon. Next, Bennet and you are bumped by boars. And now, you slip and fall down a hill, Bennet tries to catch you but somehow he starts falling as well.

"I'm so sorry... It's my bad luck..." Bennet, on his bricks of tears, whispers.

"Hey hey, don't worry. I was careless too so it's not your fault. By the way, I think it makes our travel even more interesting and unforgetfull!."

"R-really?"

"Yes"

Your answer is all he needs. You guys go home after that because Bennet doesn't think he could stay outside longer without fainting anymore, and obviously, he doesn't want to worry you.

Cyno

Cyno takes his job more like your personal security guard rather than a tour guide. Surely General Mahamatra knows Sumeru like the back of his hand, he promised to take you to special places only, which most people don't even know about.

You thought it must be some beautiful and majestic scenery with a pond, a waterfall... something that is jaw-dropping.

However, you have never expected Cyno to bring you to the desert. It's boiling hot and you can feel your sweat everywhere. But you try to reassure yourself that the majestic view is so close to you already, only a bit more and you can see it with your own eyes!

"You are more energetic than I thought, that's impressive." Cyno said.

"Yeah, thanks to all your jokes on the way."

"Oh really, how about I tell you some more of my best jokes. Laugh is the greatest thing to make you forget the heat in desert."

"..." You let out an awkward airy laugh.

Finally, you arrived there. However, it's a bit different from your imagination, leaving you speechless.

Cyno proudly points to the freaking huge pyramid in front of you while you are just staring at it hopelessly. It's sure a jaw-dropping building, but sadly, Cyno didn't bring you all the way here to just see the building from the outside. So you guys go inside and from this moment, you realize his intention.

"As you can see, those complicated and sophisticated puzzles are the evidence of Sumeru's knowledge history." Cyno says after making you solve fifteen puzzles in the ancient pyramid.

"Cyno... I don't know how to do this, can we go to a different place, pleaseeeeeee!" You are about to cry.

"Oh, you should say it sooner if you don't like solving puzzels. They might be a bit difficult, but I believe it's one of the best ways to explore Sumeru and improve you knowledge."

"Being stupid is okay with me."

Nahida

Nahida's first intention is to ask some of her allogenes to accompany you since she still has so much work to do. You actually went on a tour with them a couple of days ago too so when you came to see her this morning and admitted that you wish she could go with you, Nahida was really surprised. Nahida feels so happy and grateful because you see her as a good friend of yours.

Nahida decided to put off her work and agree to go on a small walk with you. She listens to you with great understanding and also tells you interesting stories about Sumeru City. You guys have a fun time together, but then because it's just a small walk so Nahida has to go back to her work right after.

The next day you come again. This time, you offer to help her so she could have a break then you guys could go out together. And the next next day, you come to visit again, bring along some snacks so you guys can spend time together while working. This causes Nahida to get deeply emotional. She is always insecure about her strength and feels like she could never be enough for her people, for Sumeru. What happened to her before gave her a hard time believing that she can ever have a true friend. But now, she has you.

Nahida can clearly acknowledge your sincerity and she thought it was not fair to make you do her work every day like that. So Nahida comes up with an idea so she can travel with you, and be your tour guide without neglecting her load of work.

"Nahida... I think this is kinda weird," you say uncertainly while standing in Vanarana.

"I actually think this is a wonderful idea. What do you think about the scenery? Isn't it beautiful?" Nahida responds, her voice laughing in your head.

"Yes, it's gorgeous, but why are you in my head, Nahida?!" you reply in frustration.

#genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #nahida #cyno #bennett #cyno x reader #nahida x reader #bennet x reader #bennet genshin impact #cyno x you

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 9 months

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Cuddles are for everyone

It was no secret that Balam-San liked to cuddle. He was a touch starved demon. Not many individuals liked such touchy-feely situations unless they had a significant other. It was a good thing the gargoyle had two humans who absolutely loved snuggles!

Between the two of you, he felt spoiled by the amount of attention you loved receiving and apparently giving. You swore if you hadn't already signed your soul away to Sullivan, you would have given it to him for a lifetime supply of cuddles. No, you weren't kidding!

The only issue with all the endless affection between all 3 of you was mainly time and place. But you had dealt with that by saying. "If I want to snuggle into Balam-Sans chest while he is going about his lectures, then that's his and my business!"

Suffice to say you were a cuddle monster. If you weren't cozied up with Sullivan while he worked, or hugging iruma or being slung over Opera's shoulder affectionately as they could muster while still being a servant, you went to the large demon. For his part, he had never once turned you down.

He welcomed you with open arms or vines if he was too busy holding something important. But that was fine. Balam-San always made the perfect nests for you to hide away in.

On one particularly bad day where you had gotten into a fight with Raim-san about how she was sexualizing your relationship to the strong demon, you were so close to slapping her but didn't give her the satisfaction. You found yourself marching down the hallway in the opposite direction of where you wanted.

Instead, you ended up bumping into Murmur-San and ranting about how people can just cuddle for the sake of cuddling and nothing else. The tiny demon looked like she was trying desperately not to laugh but nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure she's just jealous. I doubt anyone wants to uh cuddle just for the sake of cuddles with her." This made you pause. Was that true? Yes, Raim was beautiful, and many desired her body, at least, but... that was concerning. After thanking Murmur-san, you sprinted back the way you came.

Upon spotting the succubus, you proceeded to scoop her up and carry her to your destination. "Oh my! Someone's egar." She teased, but you ignored the flirting to kick open Balam-Sans door. The demon glaced at you in confusion, still holding a piece of chalk to the blackboard.

Marching up to him, you shoved Raim-san into his arms as you rummaged around his desk to pull out your emergency snacks and comfy sweaters. "How bold I didn't know you wanted a three way♡" Both you and Balam blinked, slowly processing her words.

"Yeah, no, sorry, Raim." You shoved a fluffy sweater over her head before pulling on your own. "I'm just gonna hold you captive while falling asleep against Balam-Sans heartbeat." Handing her your snacks as she stared at you in confusion.

The gargoyle for his part has already continued writing on the board after now understanding why you both were here. Throwing yourself on top of the two demons you and Raim both giggled as you curled up side by side in the scary professors' arms.

You let out a content sigh. "This is nice," you heard Raim whisper. "The best." You hummed back. "How long are we staying here?" She asked, and you let out a huff. "Kalego-San says I can't stay like this all day, the jerk. So, at least until this class is over."

"Kalego-San is in charge of your cuddle time?" The laughter she was so desperately trying to hide slipped out. "If he wasn't, I doubt me or Balam-San would be out of reach of each other for longer than 10 minutes." You deadpanned making your displeasure known.

Said Demons hand gave a soft pat to your hair, and you let out another pleased sound. Shifting till you were comfortably laying down. Stretching lazily as your eyes closed. So comfy. You felt Raim-sans arms latch around your waist as she buried her head into your shoulder.

So you two both just relaxed lazily staying in Balam-Sans secure grip as his voice faded in and out of your subconscious. When the bell rang, he set the two of you down on the ground, and you waved goodbye to him. Raim was still wearing your sweater, which you were trying to steal back from her.

"Give it back!" "I don't think so. It's mine now. Thanks hun♡" She blew you a kiss as she skipped off. You blinked before charging after her. "I swear to devi Raim if you don't give me back my sweater I'm gonna pull it off you by force!"

"Kinky♡ is that a promise?" She asked with a wink. "Oh, you are sooo not invited to any more cuddle piles." She dodged as you lunged and disappeared around the corner. Never a quiet day in the halls of babyls.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #kalego sensei #babyls #naberius kalego #balam shichirou #raim

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Cabin Pressure

My entry for the spot "New Things" for @hurtcomfort-bingo. 5,366 words, one part, no TWs. Introducing OCs Ryo (toyhouse) and Alex, Shu's adult son. Ft. sick Ryo while away on a work conference with a rival and air travel.

Even though good grades had never been his forte, Ryo had gotten through veterinary school with flying colors. He had an innocent charm that made people gravitate towards him and he'd quickly become the favorite of all his professors. They loved his cheerful energy, his genuine enthusiasm and his kind heart, so he had a job the day he graduated. His classmate, Nathan - valedictorian and class grump - started at the same clinic with him. Ryo was happy to know a face at work already; Nathan was fed up with Ryo before they even began their new jobs.

Their relationship was a love-hate one, although who did the loving and who did the hating was unbalanced. They were the definite Ying and Yang of the clinic, but it surprisingly worked despite their bickering. The two worked skillfully together, each one's strengths making up for the other's weaknesses.

Because they had been in the same class it was assumed they were friendly and work decided it'd be a great idea to send their two new veterinarians to a conference together - with plane tickets next to each other both ways and a hotel room they'd have to share. Neither new DVM had ever been to a conference and they were both very excited - but not necessarily about going together. Nathan, at least, made no attempts to hide his distaste about having to share this experience with Ryo. He didn't want to cause drama at his new job though, so he didn't complain, at least not directly.

On the morning of their departure, Nathan's mother drove him to the airport and bid her goodbyes. As he stood in line for security, Nathan spotted Ryo from afar clearly having an impassioned parting with his boyfriend. Nathan couldn't remember the boyfriend’s name, but he'd seen the blonde guy a few times at various events before and knew he rarely smiled. He seemed very different from Ryo, but opposites attracted. Not him and Ryo though; they were too opposite. Nathan was sure they'd never really be friends.

Ryo took no notice of his audience and after kissing Alex yet again and making him promise he'd take care of himself - "I left healthy meals in the fridge for you, so they better be gone by the time I'm home!" - he waved a final goodbye and got in line for security. Nathan attempted to blend in with the crowd as inconspicuosly as possible, but his bothersome and startlingly white-haired colleague was impossible to avoid once they boarded the plane. Nathan grit his teeth and replied stiffly to Ryo's all-too-cheerful greeting. The conference was only three days long, but because it was out of state they'd be gone for four nights. Nathan wasn’t sure if he was going to survive being paired with Ryo that long without letting him have a piece of his mind, but he bit his tongue for now.

His resolve didn't last long. While the flight was uneventful and so was finding their hotel room, Nathan couldn't hold back any longer when Ryo video chatted his boyfriend and became completely insufferable, oozing affection and sappiness that made Nathan want to puke. It was all "baby" this and "love" that, punctuated by frequent giggles and kisses.

"Jesus, get a room! A different room!" Nathan burst out shamelessly, looking pissed as all get out. He'd lasted longer than he'd expected actually, about twenty minutes into the sickly sweet conversation.

Ryo looked up from his call, surprised at first and then giving Nathan an annoyingly smirk. "Don't tell me you're stuck in the 50s, Nathan," he said.

Nathan huffed. "Not at all. Seriously. You're just annoying as hell."

Ryo glanced back at the call where Alex, who knew only vaguely of Nathan's distaste for his boyfriend, had a confused and concerned look on his face. "Don't worry," Ryo smiled. "He's probably just tired." He ignored the tidbit next to him of 'Yeah, of your yapping.' "I'll call you tomorrow baby. I love you so much, like super much. I wish you were next to me. Okay, bye." He winked and with a quick little air kiss, ended the call.

"You sound like a hung up little girl," Nathan muttered. "Still in your honeymoon phase?"

Ryo chuckled. He didn't take it personally and he was in a good mood from checking on Alex. "No. We've been dating for like... Nine years?" Nathan looked surprised at this answer, which only amused Ryo further. The truth was, he knew why Nathan disliked him and in a slightly mischievous way thought it was funny to poke the beast.

"Well, you could at least go in the hallway if you're gonna talk that long every night," Nathan huffed and turned over. "I'm going to sleep."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite," Ryo chimed.

"That's not even funny," Nathan muttered. He heard Ryo laugh before the lights were turned off. It was going to be a long five days, he thought before he fell asleep.

The first day of the conference went by smoothly. Both Ryo and Nathan really enjoyed themselves, Nathan making an active effort to sit as far away as possible from his former classmate so he didn't have to hear that painfully cheerful laugh any more than he had to. Ryo texted his boyfriend a few times throughout the day just to let him know when he was on a break or lunch, but for the most part he was unavailable by phone until after they'd finished dinner and he was back in their hotel room.

They were both pretty tired at the end of the day, despite how well it went. So Ryo didn't go into the hall because he knew it was be short - he just called Alex on video call and smiled when his boyfriend picked up. At least he used earbuds this time, though. "Hi, my sweet boyfriend." He could feel the other side of the room grow colder and stifled a laugh. "How was your day? I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier. It's really busy all day, and the other days look the same," he explained.

"I'm good. Busy, too," Alex said. Ryo nodded along and whole he didn't actually notice himself doing it, he was absently rubbing his temple to ease a small headache that spread down the side of his slightly pale face. He assumed he was just tired and that it was nothing even worth mentioning. He was far more happy to see his boyfriend's face and get visual confirmation that Alex was doing fine, anyways. Ryo hadn't expected otherwise, but he had valid reasons to worry about Alex being on his own. Sure, Shu was on the other side of town if anything happened, but still.

"The cats asked where the hell ya are," Alex said. "And since you spoil them, I had to get up with 'em at 6am, so thanks for that. Do you like your conference so far?"

"I do! I learned some really interesting things and met some cool people,” Ryo said.

"And Nathan? Is he being any nicer?"

Ryo glanced over at Nathan who was using his phone with his jaw clenched hard. "Nicer, no, but not meaner either. He's not really mean, just a grump. Apparently I'm too loud and smiley is all," Ryo finished with a flourish of a smile. Nathan seemed to be ignoring him clearly talking about him in favor of playing some game. Ryo chuckled, but then that turned into a surprising little sneeze that he didn't have time to hide from the camera. He sniffled, wiping his nose sheepishly. "Excuse me," he said to Alex.

"Bless you," Alex said. "You okay?"

"Thanks, I’m fine," Ryo said. He rubbed his watering eyes. "A bit tired." He yawned which then turned into a second sneeze, rougher than the first one. "Ugh, sorry. The air was really dry on the plane," he explained. "Anyways, I'm heading to bed." Plus if he talked for too long Nathan might kill him. "I'll call you tomorrow night. I love you," he said sweetly and then hung up. Nathan didn't make any comments. Ryo prepared for bed and then fell asleep very quickly. It was good to get some rest after such a busy day.

The second day of the conference went much like the first. Ryo was charming and friendly with everyone and made several connections, which was ultimately what this conference was about. He gave his best smile and a few people even told him they liked his hair. Ryo was used to his hair being his most memorable and defining feature. He figured it helped him stand out - in a good way (hopefully).

The only problem was, Ryo's headache from yesterday seemed not to have gone away with sleep. In fact, it actually felt like it had worsened and his right ear was aching. He rubbed it absently throughout the day, trying to get the pain to go away but to no avail. By the time the day was over, his throat had started to feel scratchy too. Thinking he really didn't want to get sick right now, Ryo decided to chalk it up to dry air and cabin pressure on the flight here. That was common, right? When they were back in the hotel he did purchase some Tylenol and emergen-c from the lobby store, which he downed with the optimistic hope that he’d feel fine tomorrow.

By the time he called Alex, Ryo was ready for bed and so chanced video calling his boyfriend from the room yet again with the expectation that things would be short. Nathan glared at him and smacked his teeth in disapproval from where he was sitting on the other bed. Ryo chuckled and greeted Alex happily when he picked up after only two rings. "Hi baby," Ryo said in a voice that was only a little scratchy, but noticeable to his boyfriend who he talked to every day. "Are you doing okay? Did you eat?"

"I'm fine. I just ate. You sound hoarse," Alex said.

"I'm assuming you ate one of the meals I made for you, not junk food, right?" Ryo asked for his own reassurance. Gosh, he thought, when did he become such a mother hen? He cleared his throat with a grimace and touched his fingertips to the tender area lightly. "My throat's a little sore but I don't think I'll lose my voice," he said optimistically. "I have too much to say!"

"Way too much," Nathan piped in loudly.

Alex frowned. "Want me to beat him up?"

"Shh, don't bother poor Nathan, he's just mad he doesn't have a boyfriend as good as you," Ryo giggled.

"What?! Am not!" That only made Ryo laugh more. Unfortunately this irritated his already sore throat and he ended up falling into a small coughing fit. It didn't sound terrible, but it also didn't sound great. He tried to hide how uncomfortable it was for him and shifted his position on the bed. His body was aching like he'd taken a long walk today, even though he hadn't.

"Maybe you should skip tomorrow. Are you okay?" Alex asked in concern.

Ryo waved one hand in the air casually when he was done coughing. He ears and head were throbbing in time with his body. "Yeah, totally," he said, but he was only partially confident by now. "It's the last day and well... Don't worry about me." He grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and blew his nose loudly. A surprisingly considerable quantity of snot came out. Not the best sign, he thought to himself grimly. "I'll call you tomorrow night. Only tonight and tomorrow and then I'll be with you," he smiled fondly. He looked seriously exhausted though. "Come pick me up, okay?" It was only words, because of course he knew Alex would pick him up.

The morning of the last day of the conference, Ryo's minor aches and pains had turned into a full blown fever overnight. He'd tossed uncomfortably and moaned fitfully in his sleep. It hadn't kept Nathan up, but he'd fallen asleep after Ryo and definately noticed it. Nathan told himself he had no business worrying about anyone else, especially his annoying coworker. However in the morning when they got up and Ryo looked dramatically rougher than yesterday, Nathan couldn't help but feel his stomach pang with pity. He wasn't a total monster after all.

Nathan cleared his throat and asked as casually as possible, "Hey, are you okay?" He hoped his voice maintained a quality of carelessness.

Ryo was slow in responding to him, which was unusual since Ryo always seemed to be able to come up with the peppiest thing to get under his skin in seconds. He was downing a handful of Tylenol when Nathan asked and swallowed before answering. Nathan noticed Ryo winced as he did so, as if it pained him. "Just a little cold," Ryo croaked, putting one thumb up in Nathan's direction. "I'm flattered you care though." Nathan rolled his eyes and decided if Ryo was well enough to still be cheeky, then he was well enough that he didn't need to be worried about.

"You better not get me sick too," Nathan huffed.

"I'll wear a mask," Ryo reassured him. The painful sounding coughs that followed convinced Nathan that it was probably too late anyways. But he told himself that Ryo didn't need someone to fuss over him and if he did, it wouldn't be Nathan of all people.

Ryo was not the focus of Nathan's thoughts for the rest of the day, given they sat separately. He did hear someone coughing and sneezing a lot across the room, but didn't quite connect it to the fact that it was Ryo until he saw his roommate at lunch looking, well, god awful. His face was flushed red and despite continuing to interact with other people, he looked completely exhausted. At least he’d bothered to put on a mask now.

Ryo didn't just look bad, he felt bad. He was still telling himself it was just a little cold, but the headache, earache and now fever seemed to be persistent despite the Tylenol he was consistently drugging himself with. It was the last day though, which was important for getting peoples' contact information and sealing connections, so he pushed himself despite getting progressively colder and achier throughout the day. He fielded off any texts from Alex asking how he was doing with some particularly cheerful emojis and forced himself not to drag his feet. By dinner - which was a big event because of it being the last night - Ryo had zero appetite and the thought of eating seemed repulsive. But he went anyways, trying to stifle his coughs and sneezes with some success and ignoring the mix of worried and annoyed glances he was getting. Afterward dinner, almost everybody was going to the hotel bar. Ryo didn't feel up to more, let alone drinking, but again it seemed important and so he forced himself to go and ordered a shot of fireball in the hopes that it'd warm him from the inside out.

He decided to call Alex before he forgot and it became too late. He sequestered himself into a quieter corner of the hall, pulling the mask down to his chin. No video though, it was too chaotic and anyways, Alex didn’t need to see how rough he looked now. Alex picked up quickly. "Hi baby,” Ryo said. “Everyone is going to the bar now, so by the time we're done I bet you'll be asleep. So I wanted to say goodnight and I can't wait to see you tomorrow!" His feeble voice left little to the imagination even without a video.

"You sound sick as hell," Alex said right away. "Go to bed."

Ryo chuckled hoarsely. It didn't sound very encouraging. "Maybe I have a little cold," he admitted before he could stop himself. It seemed fireball on a mostly empty stomach was hitting his already woozy head harder than he'd expected. He pulled the phone away from his warm cheek and muffled a sneeze that was much more painful than the ones yesterday. He resisted the urge to groan and pinched the bridge of his nose as if it would ease the pain in his head. "I'll sleep on the couch when I get home and wear a mask, so don't hug me too tight," he instructed Alex. His heart hurt a little saying those words because all he wanted was to be in his boyfriend's arms at the moment.

"Are you stupid? I'm going to take care of you,” Alex snorted, direct as always.

Ryo sighed, which made him cough for a moment. "Okay, well, still. Keep your distance," Ryo said. "I'm still happy to see you tomorrow though. Bye baby. Love you." He hung up before Alex could nag him any more.

Ryo managed to drink another beer and suffer through a few more fruitful interactions between he genuinely felt like he was going to pass out. Everything seemed to be floating by him as if he were on a cruise and he was quite surprised when Nathan slid next to him, eyed him critically, and then shook his head. "You definately should not be drinking," he heard his hotel roommate say critically. "Go to bed. You look terrible."

Ryo raised a tired eyebrow but shook his head, too worn to come up with a witty response other than, "Gee thanks. I'm fine." He said this with the conviction only someone with Ryo's specific brand of idiocy could muster. "It’s just a cold."

Nathan snorted. "You said that this morning, but you clearly have a fever." To Ryo's surprise Nathan placed the back of his hand against his cheek to feel how hot it was. He tried to hold back the small groan that escaped his lips, but the cool feeling of another person's skin just felt so good. God he missed Alex. "You're burning up." Ryo’s eyes fluttered open and was disappointed when Alex wasn't the person sitting across from him. Still, the look of genuine concern on Nathan's face gave him enough energy to push Nathan's hand away with a tight smile.

"I'm-"

"If you say you're fine again, I'm seriously going to punch you," Nathan snapped. Ryo shut up. He stayed silent, though now in shock as Nathan grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the bar stool. He was then forcibly led to the elevator, stumbling with dizziness. He opened his mouth to complain, but the glare from Nathan was enough to keep him quiet until they got to their room and Nathan sat him on the bed with his hands on Ryo's shoulders. "Sleep, you moron," Nathan insisted angrily.

Ryo was way too tired to argue and at this point, had no energy to call Alex again. Alex was on his mind though, and he couldn't help but smile to himself thinking about how he'd be reunited with his boyfriend tomorrow. Regardless, he wasn't aware that his phone had now died, leaving any call attempts Alex may or may not have made for the rest of the evening to go directly to voicemail and his texts to go unread.

Ryo fell asleep quickly. Vaguely, he remembered someone trying to wake him up around one in the morning, shaking his shoulder and saying something quite loudly. He whined and shut his eyes tightly to ward off the light that had been turned on. He heard whoever it was sigh and then a cold washcloth was placed on his forehead. He moaned and tried to pull the thing off, but the frustrated other party growled and forced if back into place.

"Jesus, how does he deal with you every day? Nine years... How the hell?" Some level of recognition regarding the scenario processed in Ryo's brain and even so sick, he couldn't help but laugh. "If you're conscious enough to laugh at me then you're fine," he heard Nathan huff, which only made him chuckle more until he was stopped by his own harsh coughing. The deep voice grew gentler and he felt a hand on his back rubbing circles until the coughing died down. "Just go back to sleep. We'll be home tomorrow."

The night felt like it lasted so much longer than it did. By morning Nathan was exhausted and agitated from having to play nurse all night. He scowled as he had to physically support Ryo into the rideshare they took to the airport. Ryo's fever, despite Nathan's reluctant tending overnight (prompted by a series of pained moans and violent shaking that even Nathan hadn't been able to ignore), had not gone down at all. In fact it seemed to be even higher. Nathan would rather drop Ryo off at a hospital to be their problem, but they were in an unfamiliar place with a flight to catch. He just needed to drag Ryo home and hand him over to his boyfriend, Nathan told himself a little desperately.

When they exited the cab, Nathan hoisted Ryo out of the car, throwing one of Ryo's arms around his shoulders for support. Ryo could walk at least, but he seemed totally out of it and unaware of what was happening. Nathan was kind of glad for that though, because he wouldn't have been able to bear the humiliation of Ryo being fully conscious during all of this. He half dragged Ryo through security and luckily Ryo wasn't stopped with the suspicion of being drunk, although Nathan wasn't sure how. Maybe Ryo's charm extended so far it could even trick TSA, Nathan thought dryly. The same routine applied as he got Ryo onto the plane and buckled him in, muttering an embarassed, "Excuse me" as he did the all too intimate task for his rival.

Most of the flight went fine. Nathan kept Ryo medicated even though it didn't seem to do anything and tolerated Ryo slumping over to sleep on his shoulder. At least he wasn't saying annoying stuff, Nathan thought to himself. And thank God it was a direct flight.

It was when they began their descent that Ryo seemed to regain awareness for all the wrong reasons. At first he was just covering his ears with his hands, but then Nathan realized he was crying in pain. He touched Ryo's shoulder nervously and the pathetic look of desperation that he got in response seriously scared him.

"My head's gonna explode. It hurts so bad," Ryo whimpered, tears streaming down his blotchy face. Nathan didn't know what to do. He didn't have any experience in helping someone with this, but he knew if Ryo's head had hurt before it was probably unbearable now. He settled for resting one hand on Ryo's knee and squeezed. Ryo placed his hand over Nathan's and held on so tight it hurt.

The remaining descent was a nightmare for both of them. Ryo was doubled over in pain worse than anything he'd ever experienced before and Nathan was terrified that Ryo's ears were actually going to explode. Eventually though, they reached the runway. Nathan waited for everyone else to get off the plane first before he tried to get Ryo off, not wanting to draw attention from the other passengers.

"Ryo, get up," he said gruffly, trying to pull his schoolmate up by the armpit. He froze when Ryo clapped his hand over his mouth and looked at Nathan in panic. "Shit, are you gonna barf?" Ryo nodded frantically and Nathan didn't spare another second before yanking him up and aggressively throwing Ryo into the plane bathroom just in time. One of the stewardesses came to move them along with an inpatient expression which softened when she heard the noises from inside the toilet and let them be.

Nathan waited about five minutes before he knocked. "Ryo, we gotta get off," he said. "Are you alive?" No answer. Nathan waited another thirty seconds before he yanked the door open and saw Ryo looking deathly pale, barely supporting himself against the sink from falling on the floor. He looked at Nathan with teary, guilty eyes. There was vomit on his chin.

"Shouldn'ta drank last night," he rasped, like this was the reason behind the puking and not the unbearable head pain that had made him puke. Nathan made a distasteful face in response at both the vomit and the feeling of exasperation washing over him. They were almost at the finish line, he told himself. "Let's go. Your boyfriend is waiting," Nathan said. He grabbed one of the towels and wiped Ryo's chin off, throwing the paper into the toilet in disgust and then pulling Ryo down the aisle.

The promise of reuniting with his beloved seemed to give Ryo just enough energy to get off the plane and allow Nathan to drag him through the airport to arrivals, where he quickly spotted Alex waiting for Ryo. A wave of intense relief washed over Nathan. Alex immediately looked worried as soon as he saw Nathan supporting Ryo until Nathan basically shoved Ryo into Alex's arms.

"Here, he's yours. He's sick as hell and owes me big time," Nathan snapped. He honestly never wanted to see Ryo again. Except maybe to make sure he was alive, that'd be good. Then he stalked off to find his mom, ignoring any words of protest and leaving Alex alone to support his boyfriend and his raging temperature.

Ryo was pretty out of it and just happy to be reunited with Alex who had to half drag, half support him back to the car. Ryo stared at the high step up into the truck for a long moment as if the task of getting in were too hard for him to comprehend, but eventually he crawled in with a boost from Alex. He leaned back in the passenger seat, breathing hard and fast.

Alex began to drive, glancing up frequently at his miserable boyfriend. "Ryo, wake up," he said. "What hurts?"

"Hurts? Um... My ears... And head... And everything else." He gave a delirious chuckle.

Alex stopped at urgent care on the way home to get Ryo checked out. He was really worried - he hadn’t expected Ryo to be this sick. Plus, Ryo was better at doing this kind of stuff - the planning and caring and tending to. Ryo leaned against him and his hot cheek felt like it seared Alex's shoulder. They gave Roy a test for flu and strep, which came back positive for strep.

“It looks like a nasty sinus infection with a double ear infection, too,” the doctor told them. Ryo was leaning against Alex, trusting Alex to deal with it all now. It was such a relief to not have to push himself anymore. He knew Alex would take care of him. “He’s lucky his eardrums didn’t actually pop," the doctor added. Alex wasn’t sure why he had to say that and glared at him.

Ryo slept much of the next twenty four hours after the ordeal of getting home. The following day he was lying on the couch dazed and feverish with a blank look in his eyes. Sinus infections could be a funny thing. While rarely extremely serious, they often just seemed to stick around imparting misery as the main symptom. For Ryo this was true, especially when combined with the strep throat have gave him a fever that just didn't want to break despite Alex staying on top of medications. The stress on Ryo's body from travel and especially from the pressure of the plane had made things worse than they probably would have been under normal circumstances. His head felt fuzzy and heavy, and he seemed unable to get through many coherent thoughts before losing focus.

"Nathan took care of me, baby," Ryo mumbled as Alex stroked his hair. "He did a good job. I'll have to make it up to him somehow."

"You don't owe him anything," Alex said. Ryo's head was in his lap on the couch and he could feel how warm Ryo still was despite Tylenol. "It's not like you got sick on purpose."

"I guess not. I'll still buy him a gift card or something though. I'm pretty annoying." Alex didn't disagree with that. Ryo was excitable at best and unbearably loud at worst. He was a hard core introvert's nightmare and Alex himself had been intimidated and annoyed by him when they first met. He didn't think Nathan had to be that rude to Ryo though. Only Alex was allowed to be that rude to him.

That evening, Alex was in the kitchen warming up some light soup out of a can on the stove. Ryo had little to no appetite, but Alex insisted he had to eat something. It was reverse from their usual position, which amused Ryo because Ryo was always the one insisting that Alex eat something that didn't come out of a plastic wrapper. He had on a big sweater, wool socks and their two warmest blankets on top, yet he still felt cold. His face was terribly pale other than his flushed cheeks and he was sniffling pathetically every few seconds. In a way he still felt like he was on the plane - like there was some pressure coming from inside his head that threatened to burst out painfully everywhere: his eyes, his ears, his nose. He wanted to help Alex tidy the house after his days away, because of course Alex had fallen behind on the chores. But all he could do was lie there miserably.

Alex came over with the bowl of soup and sat at Ryo's feet, handing it to him. Or attempted to, but Ryo shook his head and kept his arms planted under his blanket pile. "You need to eat," Alex sighed in annoyance.

"I'm weak," Ryo whined dramatically. "Help me."

Alex rolled his eyes, but spoon fed Ryo the soup anyways. "Dont make eye contact with me," Alex snapped at him when Ryo made yet another laughably doe eyed baby face. "I'll spill it all over you."

"Then you'd have to clean it up," Ryo said confidently.

"Then you'd be covered in soup and you'd have to clean it up," Alex muttered.

"Alex, move, ahh-" Alex yanked a spoonful of soup away just in time to avoid letting Ryo spray it all over him from the force of several harsh sneezes. Ryo groaned in pain. "I'mb sorry," he rasped out. Sneezing was seriously painful given his raw throat and aching head.

"It's okay, I got out of the way in time," Alex reassured him. He glanced down at the bowl to find it half empty. "Are you full?"

"Yes," Ryo sniffled. "Ugh. This is the worst sinus infection I've ever had." He rubbed his forehead which was throbbing with sinus pressure.

"I'm sorry, Ry," Alex said sympathetically. He tried to think of anything else be could do, but he was hardly a natural born caretaker. Still, he racked his brain until he came up with something Shu had done for him once when he had strep throat that had been surprisingly comforting. "I could read to you. Might distract you."

"Really?" Ryo asked in surprise. Alex was rarely so tender. "That does sound nice, but... What's the catch?"

"There is no catch, asshole," Alex huffed. "Do you want there to be one? I obviously don't have to read to you if you don't want me to. Forget I asked." He was blushing and Ryo knew he had to run damage control before this became an argument.

"No! I want you to," Ryo reassured his short-tempered partner. "I was just surprised. Read to me, please. It sounds nice.”

Alex nodded and grabbed the book he’d been reading recently off the bedside table. He didn’t bother giving any context - he knew Ryo wouldn’t care and would soon fall asleep. He just read from where he was while petting Ryo’s head on his lap until he heard Ryo’s congested breath turn into even snores. He put the book down and leaned over to kiss Ryo his head hot temple. Ryo would bounce back from this in no time, Alex thought to himself. He wasn’t worried. But he would take care of his lover for as long as he needed to, no strings attached.

#shionwrites #sick while traveling #kinda a slow ramp up bc I was introducing the characters but the juicy stuff happens in the second half #and by juicy I mean suffering #sick on a plane #reluctant caretaker #sickfic #whump #male whump #sick whump #fever whump #oc: Ryo #oc: Alex #hurt comfort #hurtcomfortbingo #new things #one very small mention of emeto #illness whump #flu whump

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spacexseven · 2 years

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What’s he like if he feels you reciprocating??? :0

((Not that you have to make a super long post or anything. I just like your opinion and i don’t think anyone else pins yandere poe the way you have. I’m always curious to hear your take on things.))

not the same anon but please could you /elaborate/ on y!poe w reader who reciprocates pls pls i will die happy. not that i want you to idealise/promote this toxic rs! im aware of how unhealthy they are </3

hi both of you!! no worries i loveee talking about everything i write about :> i just wasn't sure if anyone was interested in knowing more. i'm very happy to know you like my yandere poe tho!!

cw: yandere character, stalking, tracking devices, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

pre-reciprocation(??) poe is already super...close—he's not physically touching you but you know he's there—hiding in the shadows, lurking out of sight, concealed close by—but definitely there. it's bad enough when he's just watching over your shoulder nervously, too shy to speak to you (or maybe it's out of guilt? is he aware of how uncomfortable he might be making you?) but bold enough to glare menacingly at anyone who comes even a little too close (maybe he's not scared because his hair hides his glaring from everyone?)

not to mention, he isn't subtle about his jealousy—and he gets jealous pretty much all the time. conversing with someone that isn't him? poe is crying out in despair. even if that someone happened to be ranpo, he'll lose his composure and come running to separate the two of you. he can't lose you to anyone! why can't you just stick by his side and listen to his story ideas? he isn't above getting jealous over karl, by the way. anytime he spots you playing with the racoon rather than talking to him and you bet the next time you happen to find yourself asking about karl's whereabouts, you'll learn that he's been sent on a "playdate" with the cat of someone working for the ada...

yandere poe who feels like you'd never give him the time of day would resort to stalking you, trying to find comfort in the candid pictures of you he's been collecting over the years, pretending like that smile was directed at him and you were sitting next to him. to poe, you look very lonely with nobody to cuddle with when you're asleep, and he thinks you might like it if he was there to share meals with and love you. if he's desperate enough, trapping you is always an option. whether it's using his ability or one of his other means—after all, despite how meek he looks, he still is a high-ranking member of a prominent ability group, which means he's got big connections, finances and power at his disposal. it would be as easy as making a call to have you framed for a crime or buying out your property or workplace, and then, would you still deny him?

if you were to actually acknowledge and even respond (positively!) to him, poe's antics multiply in intensity by a thousand. he's no longer just standing beside you, he's now latched onto you at all times. he normally doesn't like being too close to people, but if it's you, he'll always be touching you somewhere. whether it's interlocked hands or arms, or you seated in his lap (or vice versa, anything works!) poe will be holding you in some way. he's surprisingly pretty big on physical affection, smothering you with kisses and hugs and whatever else you may want from him. if you try to initiate anything, he will freeze in shock. it takes him a while to loosen up—he still can't believe he's so lucky that you like him back!

just because he won't have pull out any drastic measures to ensure you stay by his side, doesn't mean he won't be prepared. just in case, one day you wake up deciding you don't want him anymore, or you fall for someone else. what if one day you wake up with no recollection of your life before, or you learn about his concerning photo albums (plural—he has at least 5 by now!) filled to the brim with pictures of you? that might make you angry, right? no matter how stable things may feel, he's always paranoid and insecure of how things might be in the future. so yes, he has extra locks on hand, access to your private discussions, and eventually, he even contacts the engineer behind the eyes of god for a customized tracking system...

better be safe than sorry, right?

as long as you remain oblivious to his unpleasant dealings, you'd find yourself pretty happy. sure, he ensures you have no time for anybody else and guilt trips you into staying with him, but all he wants to do is keep you safe. not like you'll have much to complain about when he brings you inside one of his books to keep you entertained—with it, you can travel the world from within your home—so there's really no need to go out at all, right?

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icarusignite · 1 year

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An Eye for an Eye (part 19)

A/N: Winter break is over so the updates will be less frequent. I was thinking maybe every Sunday. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Word Count: 3245

All chapters: MASTERLIST

Aemond stood speechless for a moment, gaping at Daenys. A muscle in his jaw clenched as he tried to find his voice, tried to find a response to what she had said.

"Forget I said anything. It is not like you would understand the sentiment anyways. It is obvious you missed that lesson husband."

"Love does not need lessons," Aemond finally responded.

Daenys scoffed at him and then turned to Helaena with a smile, "I must take my leave now. I do hope for your discretion regarding all this. It is best it not be known that I was here tonight."

"Wait you can't go," Aemond stated abruptly.

"Oh? And who is going to stop me? Do not tell me it will be you. This is not Storm's End and I am not afraid to shed blood here if you so much as come near me!"

Aemond swore internally. Why was it that he always ended up saying the wrong thing around her. Whatever he said only seemed to make her angrier and he didn't know how to convey that his words came from a place of concern, that he was worried about her. He could not bear the thought of sending her home in the condition she was in right now, bruised and bloody from saving his own family when he could not be there for them. He owed her that much, although if he was being honest, this was about more than who owed what to whom. He had already allowed her to leave injured from King's Landing before, and it was one of his greatest regrets, he could not do it again.

"You're hurt. That is what I meant. Let me get the maester for your wounds."

Daenys raised an eyebrow in appraisal, "Since when did you care about whether or not I was hurt."

Since always.

She would only scoff at him if he told her that so he settled for a shrug, "We owe you this. We cannot let you leave like this, not after what you have done for Helaena."

Helaena nodded in agreement, "Oh yes. Don't go just yet Daenys, please. What if you bleed out on the way."

Daenys smiled at her aunt, "It is barely a graze. I will not bleed out. But I really must be going now. I do not want anyone to notice that I am gone."

"It is already quite late. I'm sure no one will notice if you're gone a bit longer. I promise it won't take too long. Let me repay you for saving my son's life."

"Helaena! There is nothing to repay. And besides, I'd rather not see the master again. Let me just slip out without much more fuss. Please."

"Let me do it then..." Aemond interjected.

"What?"

"Let me take care of your injuries."

"No! No there's no need. I'm fine, really," Daenys took a quick step backward and was unable to hide the grimace that crossed her face when she accidentally put her weight on her bad leg.

"You don't look fine to me," Aemond pointed out.

"Well, it's none of your business anymore is it?"

Daenys turned around to leave but was stopped once again by Helaena's fingers around her wrist. She cursed Helaena and her gentle hands, hands that could make her do anything truly.

"If you won't see a maester, then at least let my brother do it. I'm sure he knows how to, he has suffered countless scrapes from his sparring matches," her aunt looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Helaena...I can't."

"Daenys please...I can't bear to see you hurt. Do it for me, just this once."

Sighing, Daenys gave her the smallest nod. Helaena took her niece's face in her hands and kissed her cheek as she thanked her. Aemond on the other hand watched their exchange silently. He couldn't quite identify the feeling that surged up in him when he saw his sister's lips press against his wife's skin. It was a dark and bitter feeling that left him feeling unsettled. He almost laughed then, for how pathetic of a man he must be if he was jealous of his own sister, of his wife's affection for her. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she'd never let him hold her like that again, that left that strange hollow ache in his chest. He was nudged out of his internal musings by Helaena as she gestured for him to go and retrieve the supplies he would need to bind Daenys's wounds.

Once Aemond had returned to the chambers, Helaena returned to her children's side, leaving her brother alone to help his wife. Daenys stood stiffly, looking anywhere but at him, wishing she had asked Helaena to help her instead. It would be unfair to ask her that though, she had already been through so much.

"You're going to have to sit down," Aemond pointed to the armchair in the corner of the room.

Daenys begrudgingly settled into it, her irritation rising at the fact that it was in the furthest corner from where her aunt was. The distance and the dim lighting of the room made it feel like she was alone with Aemond and it unsettled her. It had been a while since she had been alone with him and she wasn't quite sure how to act. A voice inside her head that she was sure was Daemon's told her to plunge her dagger into his heart the moment he was distracted but she supposed it would be a show of bad faith to try and kill someone who was trying to fix her up. And besides, her dagger was still buried in the assassin from earlier. She couldn't kill him even if she had wanted to. To his credit, Aemond did not try to talk to her as he sat on his knees at her feet and began to examine her. The gash in her calf was still bleeding sluggishly through the slit in her trousers and he used a knife to cut the fabric at her knee. The cold metal kissed her skin and Daenys shivered. Then he dipped the cloth into the bowl of warm water he had brought, pausing for a moment before pressing it to her injury. Daenys let out a hiss, her hand coming up involuntarily to squeeze his shoulder. Aemond mumbled a quiet apology and she pulled her hand away immediately as if she had been scalded. When he had finished wiping the cut clean, he put down the cloth and turned her leg over for a better look. That first touch of his fingers on her bare skin made Daenys flinch hard.

"You don't have to...I'm not going to hurt you, you know," he sighed softly.

"As if you could hurt me any more than you already have."

Aemond looked away, shoulders slumping slightly. When he had finished wrapping Daenys's leg, he looked up at her. She had her eyes squeezed tightly, teeth gritted, and her hands balled into fists tight enough to draw blood from her palms. He took that minute to allow his eye to trace over her features, at her furrowed brow that he couldn't help but want to press his thumb to and smooth out, and at the curve of her lips that still somehow managed to entice him despite being pulled into the most pained of grimaces. He looked at her lashes too, pale white lashes that brushed her cheeks and he felt a stab of guilt when he gazed at the eye that would remain closed forever. The scar that stretched across it was brutal, and yet it did nothing to deter from her appearance, not to Aemond at least, as he found himself selfishly admiring her. He tried to summon some of the animosity he had felt, back when his brother had suggested that she might have taken a lover, but he couldn't. Seeing her again, seeing how she had risked everything to save those dearest to him, made him realize that he just wanted to hold her again. To have her look at him with anything but disgust and revulsion. Then with a start, he noticed a single tear streaming down from beneath her closed eye.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I put too much pressure?"

Daenys shook her head wordlessly, not daring to speak. She was sure that her voice would tremble if she did and she did not want him to know that he had that effect on her. She gestured for him to continue, and so he did, moving up to do her arm next. She cursed her stupid traitorous heart that thumped painfully against her ribcage at his proximity. She felt like crying again, and it wasn't because of the pain. She couldn't even feel the pain anymore, not with the way his fingers ghosted over her skin, uncharacteristically gentle as he diligently cleaned and bandaged her cuts. More tears filled her eye and she squeezed it shut tighter to keep them at bay, angling her face slightly away from him. She wanted to burn away every inch of her skin that he touched. She wanted to set him on fire too but when that fateful day came, she wasn't sure she would be able to stop the flames from engulfing her too. This was the result of being born of dragon's blood she supposed, a penchant for flames and arson.

Oh, how she hated him. How she hated him for making her feel this way, for making her go to war against her very heart. How did you stop loving someone you have loved all your life? How did you forget how to love them? What a pathetic existence this was going to be, because for all the reasons she loathed him, could not forgive him, there was still that wretched corner in her heart that held him close, that made her admire the way his silken strands framed his face when he thought she wasn't looking, the part that resided in memories more than it did in reality. What a wretched existence to be sure, one steeped in guilt and self-loathing and a yearning for all that was gone and could never be again.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to have to..." Aemond lifted the corner of Daenys's tunic gingerly.

Daenys pressed her lips together tightly and nodded again, but when he lifted it higher she gasped in pain. The blood from the cut on her side had long dried and had plastered her shirt to her skin. Aemond mumbled another apology.

"Goddamnit, just do it and stop apologizing!"

When Aemond was finished, he looked at Daenys's form slumped in the armchair. His gaze fell on her bloody torn fingertips, but when he reached for them, she pulled away.

"What happened to them?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. We're done here anyways."

"Right. Of course, as you wish."

Daenys stood and was promptly hit with a wave of dizziness. She stumbled and instantly there was a hand at her elbow steadying her. She looked up and was met with a dazzling amethyst eye looking down at her. Her lips pulled back in a sneer as she stepped back.

"You really don't need to try so hard. It won't change anything," Daenys scoffed.

"And your every action does not need to be doused in aversion. I already know you dislike me, do not rub it in every chance you get," Aemond returned with just as much heat.

Helaena appeared just at that moment as if sensing the tension. She gave her niece a once-over before reaching out to grab her hands.

"I suppose I won't be able to prolong your stay any longer?"

"No, I'm afraid I have to go now," Daenys responded apologetically.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I...I'm sure my mother would be more than happy to host you at Dragonstone."

"I don't think I'd be allowed. But will you come to visit? The children do miss you so."

Daenys avoided eye contact, and Helaena sighed.

"You know what. Do not answer that Daenys. It'll break my heart to hear you say no, so go with the knowledge that I would very much like to see you again and perhaps that will convince you. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Daenys laughed softly, "I do not need anything to make my heart grow fonder. It is already full of you."

Helaena placed a delicate kiss on the backs of Daenys's hands, "If that is indeed true, would you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Take my brother with you."

"Wait what!"

"I meant, let him escort you, to your dragon. It'd make me feel better knowing you departed King's Landing without any more incidents."

"Helaena..." Daenys warned.

"You are the one who said that you could not refuse me, so do not refuse this final request."

"I should not have told you that."

"No you should not have, but you did. So grant me this. It would ease my nerves to see you safely escorted."

"Very well, if you wish it, so be it," Daenys wrapped her arms around her aunt in farewell.

Helaena watched her brother lead his wife out of her chambers through one of the numerous secret passageways that ran through the walls of the Red Keep. She had to admit, she hoped that sending them off together and giving them some time to be alone would help mend the tremendous rift between them. Their family had not been very lucky in terms of love. Her own mother endured her marriage to King Viserys in the name of duty and Helaena herself tolerated her marriage to her brother for that very same duty. Duty, honour and tradition, all came with stifling vows, and all required sacrifice. Aemond was the only one of them not bound to such a fate. Helaena had seen the way he looked at Daenys, like he couldn't believe she was real, like she would disappear if he looked away for too long. Daenys had once looked at him like that too, like he hung the very stars in the sky, but now her gaze was heavy with a sharp bitterness and rage so scorching, one would burn if they looked her in the eye too long. Such was the tragedy of life, Aemond was the only one of them who had found love and yet he did not have the good fortune to keep it.

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The walk to the outskirts was a brief silent one and now that Silverwing had arrived, Aemond found himself wishing he did not have to let Daenys go again. He had given her his word though, and it would be a show of bad faith to repay her kindness to his nephews by forcing her to stay against her will.

"Will you go back then? To Dragonstone?" he asked.

"Where else is there to go?"

"I meant that you would return to your family? After everything they've done? After they tried to have Helaena's children killed. Children Daenys, they are only children who have never done any wrong in their life, and you're going back to them?"

Daenys smiled bitterly, "They're family. I thought you of all people would understand that. You stand by your family despite everything, and I stand by mine. It does not matter what they do, they are my family and I will be there to protect them till my dying breath, as you will be with yours no doubt?"

Aemond was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "I know it means nothing coming from me, but I really am sorry about that day."

"Don't-"

"No, this isn't about Lucerys. Although... I'm sorry about that too. But I'm also sorry about that day in Storm's End. I don't know what came over me. I should not have tried to force you to come with me. You don't have to forgive me, but I want you to know I am sorry."

"I see."

Aemond laughed, the sound laced with frustration, "There is nothing I can do that will convince you to forgive me is there?"

"Will you bend the knee to my mother? Will you come to fight for her claim?"

"Will you forgive me if I do?"

Daenys thought about it for a moment. Would she forgive him for Luke if he fought for her mother? She didn't think she could, not as long as she remembered the feel of her brother's hand in hers and the sight of his sweet smile. Not as long as she remembered Joffrey's blood oath of vengeance or the way her mother fell apart in her arms when she brought home Luke's remains, or even the haunted look of guilt in Jace's eyes that mirrored her own. Some wounds were too deep to heal without additional bloodshed, and some rifts were too wide to mend. She wondered if she would be able to pretend though. Without Vhagar and Aemond on their side, Aegon and the pathetic Hightowers had no chance. She supposed that if it helped her cause she might be inclined to pretend she had forgiven him; she might even learn to truly forgive him, one day.

"If I say I'd forgive you, would you do it? Would you change allegiances?"

Aemond's silence was response enough, and Daenys felt foolish for even asking.

"Forget I said anything. I don't know why you asked. We both know that you wouldn't anyways."

"You don't get to say that," Aemond's eye snapped to hers, alight with indignation. "Do you have any idea what your family had done? From the very beginning, they have lorded their privilege over us all and pretended that they were above the law. You want me to fight for your mother hmm? The very mother who threatened to have me sharply questioned as a child for rumours that the entire castle was spewing. I was an injured child and my very own father did not care enough about me to ask if I was alright, to ask me about how I felt. Goddamnit, I never meant to kill him, but it is unfair that your brother was never even punished for what he did to me. Instead, I was the one punished even though I was the one who was hurt. I was punished for supposedly stealing Vhagar but she chose me. You know that no one can impose their will upon a dragon. She chose me and I was hers more than she was mine. And my mother is the only one who ever stood up for me. So no, you do not get to vilify me for choosing to stand by her now. Why would I ever fight on the side of the people who have ever only hurt me and those I care about?"

"I have never hurt you. I have always stood by you. What about me?" Daenys tried her best to keep the tears at bay, to stop the tremble in her voice.

"That is not enough."

"You mean I am not enough?"

Aemond shrugged. Daenys nodded to herself once as if confirming something to herself and turned around to climb onto her waiting dragon. With her back turned to him, Aemond allowed himself a last look at her, and before he could stop himself he reached out to snag a strand of her silver hair and held it against his lips for a moment. A farewell kiss of sorts. She didn't seem to notice, and then she was up and gone, her dragon carrying her away from him once again.

Both Aemond and Daenys were destined to live with blood on their hands, but whether the blood that stained them would ever be each other's remained to be seen.

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