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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hi can i request a katniss x fem! reader imagine angst + comfort :))

hi love! ofc i can, i hope u enjoyed it<3

a/n: this is set at the end of mockingjay part 2 when katniss breaks down after seeing prims cat !! this scene made me breakdown with her it looked so real, idk how jennifer never got an oscar for this scene

c/w: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!!!! your heart will break, glass breaking, mental breakdown, crying, idk if theres more but dw it's a fluffy ending

The death of Primrose Everdeen was the worst thing to ever happen to Katniss.

Katniss tried and tried again to protect her all for her to die in the very end. All her best efforts had ended in vain; she had finally lost the one person she wholeheartedly loved. The one person who reminded her of innocence.

It was hard for you to see Katniss bottle up her feelings. It had been a few days since you both had come back to District 12 in the Victor's Village.

Katniss had not opened up one bit but you weren't surprised. You've know Katniss your entire life and you knew she thought that emotion was 'weakness'. She also know you had loses as well; she wanted to be the strong one.

You were both sitting on the couch; you were reading whilst Katniss was staring blank ahead, seemingly in deep thought.

"Katniss."

She didn't look your way. You slowly touched her hand, startling her before she sighed.

"Katniss, how are you... how are you feeling?" You whispered. You'd been holding off this question since you'd gotten home. You didn't want to suffocate her and she needed time. But you were worried.

"Fine, Y/N. Just tired." She said, her voice monotone. You looked unconvinced but she gave you a tired smile. You sighed and nodded.

"Okay, you can take a nap. I'll be right upstairs, okay?"

She nodded as you walked away and she took you up on that offer, falling asleep on the couch.

Not even 5 minutes go by and she hears some clattering in the kitchen. She got up slowly, walking into the kitchen and Prim's cat, Buttercup.

Her heart dropped, her body becoming suddenly tense as she looked at the cat. It meowed.

"She's gone." Katniss said sternly. The cat meowed again, making Katniss become upset. "Get out."

"Get out! She's gone!" Katniss had become overwhelmed with emotion, taking a glass and throwing at the orange cat. "Prim is gone!"

You heard the shouts from downstairs, making you jump and you ran downstairs, your heart beating fast and you feel like you're back in the war again. You saw Katniss throwing the glass and you ran to her.

"Katniss!"

She ignored you, taking another glass and throwing it at the cat. "She's dead! And she's not coming back!" She screamed, her eyes and face red with emotion at this point. You tried your best to hold back a sob as you saw your lover in so much pain.

You grabbed her arm as she screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

The cat, surprisingly, was still in the house, stubborn. She immediately leaned on the counter as she sobbed. You grabbed her shoulder and she turned around, leaning into you as she sobbed harder and harder.

You put a hand on her face, watching as her lips tremble and her eyes puffy with tears. You embraced her tightly, caressing her hair slowly as you shushed her. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm with you."

Your presence calmed her as she took some deep breathes. "You're safe with me honey, don't worry. I'm here. You don't have to be brave with me, okay?"

She moved her face into your neck, sniffling as she embraced you. You felt her calm more and more as her breathing became more normal. You kissed her head comfortingly. "I love you, Kitty."

She let of your embrace, looking back at the orange act, her lips trembling once more.

She started petting it as it meowed again, leaning into her touch. She then grabbed it, hugging it as she started to cry once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You then turned her around, grabbing her face and wiping her tears with your finger. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She knew that you didn't mean with just with the cat. She knew that you knew that she felt guilty for Prim's death. As she surveyed your face and your eyes, she was suddenly met with an intense feeling of gratefulness.

She was thankful for whatever higher power had sent you to her. She knew that she wouldn't have survived with you. She leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a tight kiss.

"I love you." She whispered. You smiled as you looked down and pet Buttercup, looking back up at Katniss.

"I love you, too, Kitty."

#katniss x reader #katniss everdeen x reader #the hunger games katniss #katniss everdeen #katniss fanart #katniss x finnick #katniss and peeta #katniss and rue #katniss and gale #katniss mellark #peeta #peeta mellark #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games haymitch #the hunger games peeta #the hunger games x you

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respectthepetty · 10 months

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Kawi is the worst, honestly

TLWR: Kawi sucks and episode seven told us exactly why.

We all know I love Be My Favorite, but the one point I love the most is how awful the show allows Kawi to be.

And before we try to defend our poor little meow meow, let's remember that Kawi knows he is the worst.

In fact, he repeats it all the time.

But episode seven honed in on why Kawi is the absolute worst.

Because Kawi IS the worst, so much so that he is even worse than Not, but it's not due to Kawi's low self-esteem.

The first reason Kawi is an asshole is because he only thinks about his future.

Others have mentioned how Kawi phrases wanting his dad alive because without him, Kawi isn't motivated to excel. It's not to simply have his dad alive, but because Kawi needs his dad to be alive. It's semantics, but Pear throws this in Kawi's face during the argument; Kawi has only thought about his future and not how his changes affect others. Even when Pear was left at the altar, Kawi went back to be the one to marry her. Kawi isn't present in the moment, which is the lesson he needs to learn, because he is always thinking about HIS future and how others will help him achieve that future.

The second reason Kawi is a jerk is because he doesn't think about anyone else's future.

This is different than the first reason because what happens when Kawi gets the future he wants? To Kawi, getting Pear, being a musician, and his dad being alive are all goals for him. He didn't think beyond that. One day, his dad will still die. Pear and him will break up. His career might not satisfy him. But Kawi never thought beyond that. Kawi never thought beyond this future moment for himself, and he certainly didn't think about it for others. Pear still wants a future beyond this moment, but Kawi has his ideal future and stopped moving. Pear wanted a present WITH HIM, but Kawi refused to keep evolving because he had everything he wanted.

The third reason Kawi sucks is because he isn't honest with himself.

This show harps on honesty, especially honesty with oneself. Kawi is oddly forthcoming about everything except his emotions. He offered up a lot of information to Pisaeng's mom, and when singing in the bar for the first time, he told the entire audience why he was going by Kawi instead of his full name. When Pisaeng tried to kiss Kawi, Kawi told him to be honest with himself about his feelings. When Pisaeng went to the gay bar to find answers, Max told him the answers were within himself. We see Pisaeng give the same advice back to Kawi in this episode in a full-circle moment. We've now seen Kawi, who blurts out everything, bury his emotions four times (the first night at the club, the beach club where he declared he was a virgin, outside the pink cafe where he told Pisaeng sorry, and now in front of the RV). Pisaeng has been there for each spell and had to take care of Kawi, so the common demeanor of Kawi's lack of honesty stems from Pisaeng and the feelings he has regarding him. The answer to Kawi's issues have always been within him. He likes Pisaeng.

But the biggest reason Kawi is the worst (even worse than Not) is because he isn't honest with others.

Pear knew Not was seeing both her and Kwan, but Kwan said Not wouldn't even admit they were together. Even if Not didn't tell Pear, she had years of practice in seeing the obvious.

Kwan has always liked Not. When he gave her the book then gave Pear one, she was sad. Not has always liked Pear, which is why he gave her the book and wanted to embarrass Kawi. The crumbs were always there.

Pear commented to Kawi back in university that he and Pisaeng seemed like they had been friends for a long time. Not questioned Pear about Kawi's sexuality. Pisaeng told Pear about Kawi's dad needing surgery and texted Pear about his emergency surgery instead of Kawi himself. Pear didn't need Not to admit to being with Kwan because she never needed Kawi to admit his feelings for Pisaeng. Mostly when it's so obvious to everyone else what is happening since the crumbs have always been there.

But Kawi continues to bury the confession. He tells Pisaeng how much he needs him and how much Pisaeng brings to his life, but he won't admit what matters.

When Kawi showed up to the beach and broke down in front of Pisaeng, Pisaeng asked him if he was still not over Pear. Kawi, who immediately reached out to Pisaeng when he needed comfort, who had been spiraling not being able to talk to Pisaeng, who demanded Max tell him where Pisaeng was, who if he was being honest with himself would have known this wasn't about Pear but about not having Pisaeng next to him, has even Pisaeng convinced that the feelings aren't really there.

Which is why Pisaeng lied.

Pisaeng saw those messages. Pisaeng knew Kawi needed him, but Pisaeng, a rich boy who is living on the beach out of an RV which implies he has distanced himself from his mother and her control, is tired of not being honest and has already had to take care of Kawi in all his moments of drunkenness which all included some raw confessions from Kawi. But how can Pisaeng trust a person who only says he's sorry when he is drunk? How can Pisaeng believe a guy who only kisses him when he has been drinking? Not to bring The Eighth Sense into this, but as Ernest Hemingway said, "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."

Kawi wants to get in the water, but doesn't want to get wet. He wants to do everything with Pisaeng, but doesn't want to admit they are in a relationship. He wants to kiss Pisaeng, but he wants Pisaeng to give him an out each time. He wants Pisaeng to know how much he loves him, but doesn't want to tell him. He wants Pisaeng to always be by his side without committing to him, so it's ironic that he yells this at Not.

Because the simple truth of all of this and what really hurts everyone is Kawi could change.

Kawi could be better.

We saw Kawi's future in the form of a good dad but a terrible person. Pear's dad admitted to drinking a bottle of wine a day. Pisaeng's mom immediately offered Pisaeng a drink to pacify him, but he refused because Pisaeng, who now lives in an RV on the beach, wants to live an honest life unlike the others who know they aren't well, yet can't seem to change for the better.

Kawi could change his present for the better, but he only cares about his future. Kawi is so focused in a future that he already lived that he continues to miss the point about being present. Instead of waiting in the past to see how events unfolded, Kawi jumped to the future. Instead of Kawi being honest about his emotions and how they are evolving, he focuses on what he he used to feel. Kawi is so focused on how the past affected his future, that he doesn't realize the only place he needs to be is the present.

Kawi shouldn't have jumped back to the future. Kawi shouldn't have shown up to that wedding. And Kawi shouldn't have gone to Pisaeng.

Because Kawi is the absolute worse when he tries to make the world fit into his predetermined idea of what his perfect future looks like and how his past influenced it instead of just allowing himself honesty in that moment.

Kawi can't change the past with the idea of changing his future in mind. He needs to change his present for the sake of changing himself regardless if that is the past or future. He needs to focus on the moment regardless of where the moment is.

Pisaeng's drunk kiss on his wedding day exposed this vicious cycle between them of holding onto an idea for years until it destroys them, but, hopefully, Kawi will see that hiding their real current feelings behind plausible future excuses only hurts them.

Moving Forward

Every week, I make some wild ass theory about this show, and every week it goes in the opposite direction since this show has been unpredictable.

Because this show is telling us we need to exist in that moment, not the future.

The show will end how it ends regardless of how I want it to end.

Much like Kawi is learning, we have to be present, and we have to be patient.

Because good things come to those who wait.

Sidenote: There is only one this week because this is the only one we need.

#Be My Favorite #be my favorite the series #Pisaeng x Kawi #Episode 7 #long post #because I have lots of feels

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thewertsearch · 11 months

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More confirmation that Vriska really did die - probably to Aradia - and is currently inhabiting her Dream Self. She's lucky she wasn't on Prospit when the Demon showed up, or she would have died for good.

ARADIA: its really weird that y0u keep antag0nizing me ARADIA: i c0uld snap y0ur neck with a twitch VRISKA: Yeah 8ut you won't!

You probably think that predestination will protect you, since Aradia won't violate it - but should you really trust your safety to the whims of the Alpha timeline?

I mean, it's already sanctioned the loss of your arm, your eye, and one of your lives. I don't think it likes you very much.

VRISKA: You saw the demon up close, right? You fought him! Or at least your doppelgangers did. [...] VRISKA: What was he like! [...] VRISKA: Primarily I'm interested in your take on his weaknesses, tactical disadvantages, stuff like that. [...] ARADIA: are y0u seri0usly intending t0 fight him

Throwing hands with a First Guardian is suicide.

They're not just powerful, they're also blindingly fast, and if the Demon fought intelligently, it could teleport Vriska into a black hole before she could blink. She simply has no answer for a technique like that - not unless she's been holding back this whole time, and that definitely isn't Vriska's style.

Vriska could always cheat, though.

She may be overconfident, but she's not stupid. I have no doubt that she's fully aware that in a traditional battle, she's screwed - so if she's actually serious about killing the Demon, she must have something up her sleeve.

For example, she could:

Cause him to use up his energy reserves, which might not actually be infinite.

Send him aeons back in time. We know they can live for billions of years, but how about quadrillions?

Trick or manipulate him into destroying himself.

Separate him from his First Guardian powers. Perhaps the MEOW code can be erased from his genes?

A superintelligent First Guardian like Doc Scratch would see through most of these plans - but a superintelligent First Guardian would have already located the trolls. The Demon is apparently on a rampage, and his attacks don't seem to be all that calculated - so I suspect he's a creature of instinct, like Bec.

It's also possible that the Demon isn't actually a First Guardian, and is just using their powers somehow. This could be a good thing, since he might be less dangerous than the entities he's mimicking.

But it might also mean he's Lord English, and I have a horrible feeling that English is significantly more powerful than a First Guardian.

Either way - good luck, Vriska. Make sure your corpse falls somewhere Kernelsprite-accessible.

She might only play Chaotic Evil, but I do appreciate that Vriska's willing to roleplay with Nepeta.

NEPETA: :33 < i changed my mind, why dont we just not do any roleplaying instead VRISKA: ::::(

Half of Vriska thinks she's better than everyone else, and the other half just wants to be included.

VRISKA: [...] I demand that you spend the next several hours mastering stairs. [...] VRISKA: [...] Now hop to it, and don't think twice a8out it, or I'll know. We don't want to have to do it the hard way now, do we?

Kanaya is ten feet away, and she's pissed off enough as it is.

Vriska had better be careful, or she'll be buried under a Load Gaper Pile to match the Horn Pile across the hall.

I love that Vriska's quarters are just, inexplicably full of spider webs.

Like, where did she get them? Did she alchemize them for the aesthetic?

Who knew that something so terrible was stalking the depths of this laboratory?

This poor chess mutant didn't, that's for sure.

Wait.

Literally?

God damn. Well, she clearly wasn't kidding about having all the luck.

Vriska, the Thief of Light, steals favorable outcomes from her opponents, leaving unfavorable outcomes in their wake. Light represents luck - or, perhaps, good fortune.

I'm not sure how well that gels with Rose, though, since Jaspers didn't allude to luck when he was explaining her Quest. I'll have to go back over his speech.

...wait. I just realized something.

This really was an impossibly lucky roll! I was suspicious of it at the time, but so much else was going on that I forgot about it.

The probability of this outcome was less than 0.00001%, and Vriska still forced it into being. The ramifications of her being able to do this are staggering. Vriska can make miracles happen, and she's now the most cracked character in the entire comic.

She might actually have a shot at the Demon. This changes everything.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s72 #2792

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m9rtality · 4 months

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My love, mine all mine.

AFAB READER IMPLIED!! no pronouns specified.

PART ONE

“Moon, tell me if I could”

“You alright there doll?” a sudden voice said, my head that rested on the bar counter lifted as I looked at the man that uttered those words to me. He was pretty, the man had silky ginger hair and dark blue eyes.. His height was average but still taller than me, he sat next to me with a soft gaze as he held a glass of wine in his hand.

“You look like you had a rough day, I'm Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara.” He uttered as I sat up and wiped the tears that were welled up in my eyes. “Just a rough day, I mean I literally had to be the maid of honor to my best friend while my ex husband was the groom. I'm Y/N by the way..” I huffed out as I took a drink of whatever alcohol I was given. I put my head in my hands as I sighed softly, god I was a mess. To which Chuuya just patted my head and slipped me a piece of paper with his number in it. “I thought you were pretty, and it looks like you need a friend so here's my number.” He told me with a soft smile, that night Chuuya and I drank the night away.

“Send up my heart to you?”

I giggled as I told Chuuya about a cat I had just gotten, he was an orange kitten that I named Rui. I didn't notice but Chuuya was smiling as if he was the luckiest man on earth while watching me play with my new kitten Rui through facetime. “He kind of looks like you Chuu!” I said happily as I craddled Rui in my arms, Rui did everything to get out of my arms but he failed so he just bit my arm. He didn't have sharp teeth so if anything it tickled, Chuuya laughed softly before he uttered “Yeah he does.”

“Can you come over?” I asked suddenly as I played with Rui, I didn't look at my screen as Chuuya screenshoted the moment before the words ‘Yeah I'll be there in 10.’ left his lips and he ended the call. Just as he said ten minutes later he opened my door to my apartment with the spare key that I had given him. I walked out and set Rui down before I jumped in Chuuya's arms, he quickly caught me as always, Chuuya's right hand rested on my thighs with a firm grip while his left hand was wrapped around my back. I laughed softly as Chuuya nuzzled his head in my neck while he smiled softly.

“So, when I die, which I must do”

“Y/n.. Who- Who was your ex husband?” I heard Chuuya ask from the living room as I stood in the kitchen cooking food, I bit my lip as I uttered 5 words. “Osamu Dazai.. was my husband.” I stood nervously as I waited for Chuuya's response, until arms wrapled around my waist and a head rested on my shoulder. “I knew Dazai. He's an ass, he didn't deserve you doll.” Chuuya told me as he placed a kiss on my shoulder before helping me cook dinner.

By the time we were done there was a mess in the kitchen, my face was covered in food and so was Chuuya's. Instead of cleaning it up, we just stood in the middle of the kitchen, we held each other before Chuuya pulled me into a gentle kiss which was interrupted by Rui meowing at us. “Aw Rui do you want some attention too?” I laughed as I picked up the cat and held him in between Chuuya and I

“Could it shine down here with you?”

I hadn't seen Dazai since he got married to Riko and I hadn't seen Riko since our fight after the wedding, yet here they stood at my front door with a little boy that looked about 2 years old. He looked exactly like his father, Riko said his name was Oda and that Dazai named him. She didn't know who Oda was, nor what he meant to Dazai, but I did. I was there when Dazai held Oda’s dying body in his arms. Riko and Dazai shoved their way in as little Oda said hi before following his parents, he was a sweet boy.

“So Y/n, did you ever move on from my husband or are you still stuck up on him?” Riko said snarkily as I clenched my fists and closed my front door. Right one que Chuuya walked out of our bedroom with Rui in his arms as he looked at Dazai and his bitch of a wife confused. “I didn't know we had guests? I didn't know our guests would be your ex husband and his… wife” Chuuya said as he looked at me and put Rui down. “Chuuya?..” Dazai uttered shocked as he glared at Chuuya, I walked over to my boyfriend and kissed his cheek before petting Rui. “Riko.. This is my boyfriend, Chuuya. He’s not interested in you so don't try anything!” I said in a passive aggressive tone as Oda played with Rui.

Riko suddenly started to talk about random things in her marriage with Dazai and how Dazai is so much happier with her than he was with me. Dazai was on his phone as his wife went on and on whilst Chuuya and I stood there awkwardly until a small voice spoke up “Mama you're talking too much..” I snorted loudly as I covered my mouth before my head turned to the voice of Oda, their two year old son. Oda had a pout on his face as Rui hissed at Riko, “Mama you know lying is bad! and rude. Daddy talks about Y/n lots! and he says he liked them better!” Oda continued as he pointed a scolding finger at his mother.

Chuuya and I bursted into laughter as Oda scolded his mom for her immature actions, until Riko had enough and she stood up. She grabbed little Oda as he waved bye to Rui, Chuuya and I with a smile as Dazai hurried after his wife and son.

“'Cause my love is mine, all mine”

I walked into my now empty apartment, and stood as memories flashed through my head, Chuuya walked inside and kissed my cheek. He hugged me from behind with his hands resting around my waist, until two kids ran past the two of us and looked around excited. “Woah.. this is your old apartment?” a little girl with bright ginger hair and heterochromic eyes just like her father, “It’s small.” another little girl said as she carried our old cat Rui inside. “MOM/DAD ASUKA PINCHED ME!!” a voice shouted from the empty hallway. A little boy with h/c hair ran from the hallway and hugged my legs as Chuuya sighed and went looking for Asuka. “Awe it's okay Fuyuki..” I laughed as he hid behind my legs while his sisters argued in the empty old living room as Chuuya tried to pull the two apart.

I smiled as life fell into place for me.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #fluff #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs fluff #angwllhrts

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 11 months

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Where am I?

[A/n: I have always loved the idea of getting thrown into a new and unknown world, and I had this idea when I was still a wattpad writer, sooo. Now you guys get to have it since I never finished the story 😅, also this takes place after the Mt.Natagumo mission]

Summary:While you were watching TV with your cat, you suddenly had a burning feeling in your chest.... It only got worse and worse

Type:Scenario: Uzui + His Wives X M!Reader

Version:Demon Slayer

You, Y/n L/n, were laying on your bed, practically asleep. You were zoning in and out of consciousness. Sudden, your cat started scratching at your door. Your cat was a gift from your grandma. She wasn't sure if she would be able to keep taking care of the cat since it was a kitten when she gave it to you. She told you that she had something to pass down to her granddaughter, but you're her grandson. Your grandmother felt bad for years, but one day, she saw the kitten her friend gave her and it crossed her mind that you've been looking for someone to hang out with and be able to watch your shows with them, the kitten wasn't a person, but it was still something that could sit with you for hours. So one day on your birthday she gave you the kitten. It was an amazing gift, and you come over to her house every week to show her the cat now. Tomorrow, you planned to go visit her. You were glad to have a grandmother like her. You groaned as you sat up. You were gonna walk to the door when a sudden pain striked you in the chest. You wheezed as you gripped your shirt. It started to become hot, unbearably hot. You took off your shirt as you gasped. Basically, clawing at your chest, you started to tumble. Falling to the ground, you used your free hand to grab your neck. Your shorts bunched up as you moved your knees closer to your chest. Trying to breathe, you let out a loud choked cough. Your parents and siblings were down stairs watching a movie, so they heard none of this, and if they did, they just thought it was your cat jumping around. Your vision started to go dark. You had purple and black spots popping up in your vision, preventing you from seeing properly. Your cat started to meow louder and clawing at the underside of the door, trying desperately to get someone's attention. You reach your hand out towards your cat, your eyes wide with tears forming at the edge of your eyes. Then it went black. You went lip, your arms dropping onto the ground with a quiet thud, your eyes rolled back into your head and your mouth agap. You were hopeless. Suddenly, you felt your self fall, the cold air making your shiver as a soft breath left your mouth. You felt water, a pond? Lake? River? You don't know. You just felt that harsh water slap against your back, hard enough to leave a mark. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you could cry out for help. All you could do is sink to the bottom and hope someone finds you in time. Those chances are low, though. You were gonna die. You wouldn't be able to be your cat to see your grandmother. You'd never find that person you've been looking for all your life. You'd never say goodbye to your mother or your grandmother or anyone you love. Why did this have to happen....'What did I do..? To deserve this?' You let out one finally breath before your head hit the bottom. But the rest of your body didn't yet. Your legs were slowly falling, as well as your arms. Before your legs hit the bottom, you felt a large hand wrap around your ankle, and as soon as you hit the water, you pulled from it. Your arms drop to the side of your head. Your being held upside down, you other side had buckled as your hair sticks to your face.

"HI-"

You didn't hear what the person said, just the beginning. You're now on the ground getting CPR from someone. You can feel every time they push into your chest, you feel your rips break with every push. You also feel when they pinch your nose and tilt your head to breathe into your mouth, it wasn't something you expected to feel. Soon enough your gasping for air and couching out blood and water. 'Where's the blood coming from...?' You can hear now, better than before

"Hina.....butterfly......SUMA!.....you'll be......Shi!......"

Butterfly? Who's Hina? And Suma? At least the bed is comfortable. Your eyes start to flutter open. You're in a white room. As your senses start to come back, you can hear someone. They were yelling. Your vision is coming back. You slowly look over to see a yellow haired boy freaking out. 'He's directly next to me' I take a sharp breath in, trying to get out a few words.

"H..."

The nurse next to you looks over, I look up at her.

"Huh?"

She sounds sweet and a little angry, probably at the yellow haired boy, who is now quiet and also looking at me.

"H...Hina..?"

You grunted before letting out an aggressive coughing fit. The nurse gave you small water so you could speak better.

"There...what about now?"

You coughed one more time before looking at her.

"Hina...Suma..."

The girl looked confused, looking at the three smaller nurses they shrugged.

"Who is Hima and Suma?"

You looked away, looking over next to you as you hear footsteps, groaning you look back over.

"I...I heard their names"

The nurse nodded as the yellow haired boy started screaming again. Soon, the footsteps came to a halt, looking over at the doors you watch them open before three people stepped in, one had a box on her back, and then two boys, one on the others back, he had red hair and was severely injured. You and him made eye contact as he walked in. But it didn't last very long, for the fact you layed back and went back to pain. You're too much in pain to worry about anything right now. The nurse remembered your words. 'Hina and Suma..?' She was curious and waited for Lady Kocho to get back so she could report back. When Lady Kocho returned the nurse asked her about the names.

"Hina and Suma? Mm?"

Lady Kocho thought for a second before she remembered.

"Ah, those are two of Uzuis wives. I will inform him"

The nurse nodded as Lady Kocho started away. When she got to Uzuis home she knocked on the door.

"Yoo-Hoo! Uzui?"

A large man with white hair answered the door, he looked confused before his face lit up.

"May I come in?"

Uzui nodded and moved out of the way. Walking in Lady Kocho walked into the room where his wives and another was. She smiled at his wives and the man with bright hair.

"Sorry to intrude all of a sudden, but the boy had awaken"

The wives let out a small noise of shock and bliss, glad the boy is alright. While the man with bright hair looked confused.

"Boy?"

Lady Kocho nodded and said across from Suma as Uzui sat next to Hinatsuru. Lady Kocho smiled

"The boy Uzui and his wives brought in, he was found in the river after mysteriously falling in. Uzui and his wives saved the boy and brought him to me a few days ago."

Hinatsuru smiled, she was glad the boy was alright.

"Did he say anything?"

Lady Kocho looked at Hinatsuru.

"He said, 'Hina and Suma', he must have heard Uzui say your names before he passed out completely"

Hinatsuru and Suma looked at each other. Lady Kocho then went on to explain everything about the boys' injuries and how he's doing, and invited Uzui and his wives to come visit, as well as the bright haired man. The next day, Lady Kocho went and got Uzui, his wives, and the bright haired man to bring them to you. When they got to the butterfly, Mansion Lady Kocho said her greeting to the nurses before heading to your room. Once they got close enough they heard a loud voice.

"SHUT UP!"

When Lady kocho opened the door, they all seen you sitting on staring angerly at the yellow haired boy, who was shaking.

"All morning I've had to listen to you scream and cry, EVEN YESTERDAY YOU WOKE ME UP. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY"

The yellow haired boy slowly looked over at you.

"HUH?! WHO EVEN ARE YOU! ITS NOT LIKE YOUR THE ONE TAKING THIS HORID MEDICINE!"

You two didn't stop.

"YEAH YOUR RIGHT, BUT IM NOT OVER HERE SCREAMING AND CRYING OVER SOME DAMN MEDICINE NOW AM I?!"

The yellow haired boy started to cry as he yelled louder.

"WHO ARE YOU?! ARE YOU EVEN A DEMON SLAYER?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! AND WHY DIDNT YOU GO TRAINING WITH TANJIRO AND INOSUKE?!"

You huffed as you kicked your legs over the side of the bed, the six just watched.

"IM Y/N L/N, AND NO IM NOT A DEMON SLAYER, I DONT EVEN KNOW WERE I AM! AND WHO THE HELL IS TANJIRO AND INOSUKE!"

The yellow haired boy went quiet.

"Your not a demon slayer? Then why are you here?"

Uzui pushed past Lady Kocho.

"Because, me and my wives saved him."

The yellow hair boy looked up at Uzui. The h/c boy also looked up at him, this time with a tint of amazement in his eyes, before realization hit.

"Wives? You have more than one?!"

The boy looked shocked, staring up at the large man. Then a woman approached the h/c boy.

"Yep! And i'm Hinatsuru"

She gave you a heartwarming smile as she sat next to you.

"We were informed you said out names? Me and Suma."

Your looked at the three other women and froze.

"YOU HAVE FOUR WIVES?! AND A HUSBAND?!"

Uzuis face turned to one of shock, he looked behind him at Lady Kocho and thr bright haired man.

"Huh?! No! I have three wives, that woman is your nurse Shinobu Kocho, and the other is my friend, Rengoku Kyojuro. My wives are these fine women. Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio. And I am Uzui Tengen"

You let out a small ah. Looking at everyone you turned back to the yellow haired boy.

"Then who's him?"

He looked slightly offended.

"My name is Zenitsu Agatsuma"

You hummed as Suma sat on the bed as well, on the other side of Hinatsuru.

"Boy, why did you call out for us?"

You looked at her, shocked, and she reminded you of your mother in a nice way.

"I-"

You look down and started fiddling with your hands.

"I was lost... your guys' names were the last ones I heard before blacking out, and....I didn't know anyone around me, I was scared, still am honestly..."

Suma and Hinatsuru gave you a gentle smile, Hinatsuru quickly pulled you into a hug. She was warm and....had a nice aura around her, one that reminded you of home. You smiled and hugged her back, letting a few tears fall from your face. Uzui smiled down at you three. Makio was feeling a little left out, so she walked over to you and also gave you a hug. Suma just gently rubbed your back. Shinobu gently smiled, a real smile at Uzuis love towards you. Rengoku gave a small chuckle, feeling a small pain in his chest from remembering his own mother. Once Uzuis wives finally let go of you, they said their goodbyes and left, Shinobu sayed back to update you on your ribs. Once she left, you felt Zenitsus threatening aura next to you. Looking over, you saw him have a dark look on his face. Shrugging, you lay back down, only for Zenitsu to pull you up by the collar of your shirt.

"WHY DO YOU GET TO BE TOUCHED BY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS?! DO YOU KNOW-"

You tried to push him off.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU PYCHO"

The doors open, both of you looking over. The red headed boy you seen early walked in, along with a guy in a boar mask.

"YOU TWO!"

The two looked at you and Zenitsu.

"GET THIS PSYCHO OFF OF ME!"

Back at Uzuis house, Hinatsuru and Suma had been quiet the whole walk back. Once they were all inside the two talked for a second before Uzui interrupted them.

"Hina, Suma, is everything alright? You were quiet the whole way here?"

The two looked up at him as Suma began to cry.

"T-That boy...."

Hinatsuru grabbed Sumas hand and looked up at Uzui.

"Once he's healed, we're taking him in."

Uzuis face lit up.

"To train him?"

Hinatsuru looked at Suma before looking back at Uzui.

"No."

Uzui looked confused before realizing. He didn't know how to respond. The two smiled at him before walking away.

"We're gonna prepare his room!"

Uzui quickly turned around and stared at them as they walked away. He wasn't gonna argue, but....he really didn't know what to do. And the next day Suma and Hinatsuru came to visit you, bring you bento lunch, and a flashy hairclip, and of course. Making Zenitsu jealous of you every. Single. Day. This continued everyday, sometimes Uzui and Makio would come along, and they'd bring you something. You didn't understand why, but they all gave you a sense of home. Even Zenitsu, he became your friend. You didn't talk a lot with Tanjiro and Inosuke. They were busy training, and even when Zenitsu started training with them, yku and him would still yell at each other. He... he became like a brother to you, especially after you got thrown out of your home, away from your family. It felt nice having people familiar to your family around. Once your ribs were fully healed, Hinatsuru was the only one that came. But, she had a pair of clothes for you. Once you got changed, you took your hand and led you somewhere. As you were walking, you pasted Rengoku and Shinobu, as well as a few other people you didn't recognize. Once you guys stopped, she smiled at you, giving you a second. There was a large house, Suma was standing at the doors, seemlying waiting for you two. Hinatsuru started to lead you inside. You looked around, enjoying the beautiful house. Soon enough, you reached a common room, and Uzui and Makio were sitting there. Smiling, you waved at the two. They waved back and flashed you a bright smile. Hinatsuru continued to lead you through the house, this time with Uzui and Makio following. You were getting a bit nervous now. Eventually, you stopped at a room. Hinatsuru smiled warmly at you before opening the door. You walked in and froze. It was a bedroom. You looked back at her, confused as she took your hands.

"I know this place is scary and unknown, and I couldn't help but feel bad for you, your a lovely young boy, one who doesn't deserve to be alone, especially not in a place like this"

Uzui placed a hand on your shoulder. You turned and looked up at him.

"Welcome home...Son"

Your face lit up as you looked between all of them, looking back at Hinatsuru and Suma, and all of them a few times. This was probably one of the few times you've ever been accepted like this. You couldn't help it. Hinatsuru hugged you, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

"We'll let you settle in, then tomorrow we can go shopping to get you some clothes, and all that stuff."

You nodded into her shoulder.

[A/n:....this is way better than the version on wattpad(that was never published), this also took like 3 to 4 hours to finish. I did this in one sitting, guys. I really hope you enjoyed]

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『 Villain's Night 』 Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(This is the place—)

My body had followed William’s command and moved according to my desires, and so I arrived at the gambling house Jude was at.

Drunk Man: Hey, kitty, you look adorable. Meow for me.

Kate: … Sorry, I’m here to look for someone.

The crowded gambling den was filled with people dressed up for Halloween.

I reluctantly put on only the cat ears Alfons had given me, and blended into the crowd.

Apparently, the place was not just a gambling house for Duel Betting, it was also a brothel. The men present were eyeing the frightened women locked in cages, as if evaluating their worth.

(... Human lives are of lower value than money here…)

While feeling disgusted by the cruel scene… I continued looking out for the man I was there to find.

(— I want to find Jude as soon as possible.)

(But… what do I want to do once I find him?)

(I highly doubt I’ll be able to convince him to return to the castle without causing trouble.)

Despite those thoughts, my body moved on its own and kept looking.

(What do I desire? Is it to find Jude?)

(I don't know what it is myself, and yet my body is following this “desire”...)

(William’s ability is truly frightening.)

Kate: Excuse me… pardon, but is there a man by the name of Jude here?

Kate: He wears a black coat, has a sinister look in his eyes, and—

I asked around while scanning the crowd, unable to find him, and just then—

???: You’re Jude Jazza’s woman?

Kate: Huh…?

…

Jude: If you accept my terms, I’ll spare your life at the very least.

Jude quietly put the guards to sleep and entered the room before crushing the jaws of two or three more guards, he then threw the overbearing and unreasonable terms at the organiser.

Organiser: … Hahaha. Hey, calm down.

Organiser: Withdraw from Duel Betting and human trafficking, then give you all my earnings… don’t you think you’re demanding too much?

Organiser: Didn't you lose only a few thousand pounds?

Organiser: Besides, your employees are the ones to blame for it.

Jude: I don't give a fuck. Accept my terms or die.

Jude’s glare was sharper than a newly sharpened blade, making the organiser gulp.

Then, a subordinate rushed into the room and whispered something into the organiser’s ear.

In an instant — his eyes took on a triumphant look.

Organiser: — Looks like you’ve got a guest.

Jude: … A guest?

Brought in by two burly men, almost dragging her on the floor… was Kate who laid unconscious.

Jude: — Ah? Ꙩ_Ꙩ

Organiser: I heard that she wandered in here to look for you. A very brave lover, isn't she?

Organiser: So, what do you say? If you take back the terms you stated earlier, I’ll return this woman to you unscathed.

Organiser: Hmm? There's something in her pocket… oops, look what we have here.

Burly Man: HAHA! Bringing this sort of thing to a place like this… she’s a surprisingly slutty woman—

Burly Man: — Huh?

For a brief moment, the man blinked in confusion as if he didn't know what was happening.

His hand, along with Kate’s unconscious body, fell to the floor with a thud.

Burly Man: Wh– AAAAHHH!?

Jude: Negotiation failed.

Jude: I’ll spare the boss monkey. We have much to talk about.

Jude: Everyone else can die.

< timeskip >

Kate: ugh…

The first thing I heard after regaining consciousness was the sounds of groaning and sobbing.

(What… what happened to me…? I’m pretty sure I heard someone call out to me, and…)

Kate: Ggh…!?

The moment I got up, the horrifying scene before my eyes made my breath catch in my throat.

The floor, walls, everything was dyed red with blood splattered on them.

The dead bodies laying around barely looked like human beings anymore, they were mere red lumps of “something” thrown around like objects—

Standing in the middle of it all, was Jude.

(Jude…?)

Jude: Don’t worry, I’ll at least keep your artery intact. You can't pay me if you die from excessive blood loss.

Jude slowly cut his blood soaked sword into the legs of the man who appeared to be the boss of the establishment.

Organiser: F- Fine… ggh, I’ll give you the money! S-Sixty… sixty percent of my earnings… ugh

Jude: WHAT!?

Organiser: AAAAAAAAAA!

Jude: You don't need ears that can’t listen well, right? Let me cut them off for you.

Jude grinned, as though he enjoyed the sound of the boss’ shrieking.

Watching the cruel scene in front of me, a feeling of fear I had long forgotten came back to me.

He was a villain who lived in a different world from mine.

(And yet… here I am, witnessing this.)

(I keep wondering if he’s bleeding from anywhere.)

I didn't know what I wanted to do after finding him.

But, now, I knew clearly what it was that I desired.

(This is like a regular occurrence for Jude.)

Even if it was due to the traits given to him by his curse, or because of a promise he made with someone I didn't know…

(For this man who lived in the darkness while putting his own life at risk, this man who was always pushing me away from that darkness… I wanted to do something for him.)

Tonight, the cursed people were even more dangerous than usual.

(And yet… all I did was cause more trouble for him.)

There was an overwhelmingly large distance between the two of us.

(— I’m so frustrated.)

I bit my lip and watched as Jude tortured the boss for the information he wanted — and he finally sheathed his sword after thrusting it into the man’s heart.

Jude: …

(... I think this is the first time I’m seeing Jude use his sword.)

The usual Jude hurt others, but he never killed them so easily.

He would always say that it was much more efficient to exploit them for labour than to kill them, because killing them would cause him too much trouble afterwards.

– Flashback Start –

Victor: That’s right. As for the cursed person, they find it harder to control themselves… something like that.

Victor: It’s a dangerous night for both the cursed person and the people around them.

– Flashback End –

The pale moonlight shone through the window.

(Right now — Jude isn’t in his normal state.)

(It’s too dangerous to approach him.)

That was what I thought, and yet I found myself moving closer towards his bloodied back.

On this Halloween night, the cursed people were going mad—

And I, too, was going mad with desire because of William’s command.

Kate: Jude.

Jude: …

Jude didn't look back.

My hand lifted itself and grasped his coat.

Kate: … Are you hurt?

Kate: —!

Before I could finish talking, my body was suddenly pulled.

With a thud, I collided with him and a shock ran through my back, making me gasp in pain.

Jude: Why did you break your promise?

Kate: J-Jude…

Jude: You know what happens when you break a promise with me, don't you?

Kate: … ggh

It was hard to breathe with his hand tightly gripping my collar.

That hand felt nothing like the one that held my shoulder and drove the strange man away on the streets of London earlier that day. It was cruel and cold.

Kate: ah… ugh…

Jude: Ahh, did you break the promise on purpose because you wanted to be punished by me?

Kate: …? …!

He snickered when I hurriedly shook my head in denial.

Jude: You probably thought I’d let you off with a couple of threats as usual, Princess.

Jude: But I don't think that’ll be enough to satisfy me tonight.

Jude: “Trick or Treat”... I’m not going to ask you that.

Jude: — Ready to be ridiculed?

Jude’s amethyst eyes glimmered under the moonlight streaming into the room through the window.

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So I was wondering 👉👈 with Wendy adjusting to Vince being Gone maybe she gets really sick and just misses him but doesn’t want to call but like maybe Jonah comes to check on her and she’s very emotional and he finally calls Vince to talk to her while she is sick or something ? sorry I’m a sucker for their love 🏳️

Hiiii, I LOVED this ask and it was overdue Leo as a caretaker to Wendy, so I did a little switcharoo, I hope you don't mind!

Also this was 🦦's request and someone else's as well!!

This is part 3 of the strep throat fic. Read part 1 here and part 2 here.

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"Are you sure you don't wanna tag along?" Jonah asked with a pout, for the 5th time.

Leo rolled his eyes, stealing another peck and shoving Jon towards the front door of their apartment, "no, it's your sister. She wants to hang out with you-"

"You were invited-"

"Jonah, it's fine. I'm not gonna die one night alone at home," Leo grinned, kissing him again, "I have a lot of reading to catch up on. And don't even worry about dinner, I'm goin to order something in."

Jonah let out a huff, looking conflicted, "Okay... We're going to be back around ten," he grimaced and Leo chuckled, stealing another kiss and shoving him out.

"Get out of here. Have fun with Angie," he rested on the threshold, "love you."

"Love you too," Jonah sighed, fixing his trench coat and walking to the elevator, while Leo crouched down to stop JD from darting out of the front door.

Leo let out a happy sigh as soon as he shut the door, looking forward to his lazy night in. He loved Jonah, but it was good to have some time apart from each other and Leo had many plans to do ten different shades of nothing.

He sprawled on the couch and JD jumped on top of him, butting her head against his chin, "you're so cute," he cooed, scratching the kitten and smooching the top of her head, "the cutest cat ever."

She let out an indignant meow at being squeezed, but didn't pull back at all and Leo happily continued to pester the animal, kissing her all over.

He hadn't been lying, there was a lot of reading to be done and at least two different actions movies he wanted to watch. By the time he finished going through his copy of Copyright Wars, JD was purring like a little engine against his belly, curled up in a way that her fluffy tail was nearly tickling her nose.

Leo lowered the book, opening a smile at the kitten and smoothing a hand down her spine. JD didn't even stir.

He gave up on the double movie idea, since it was already almost 9 o'clock, and instead ordered food, yawning already. Leo sighed, he was getting old, sleepy at 9 PM.

It was 10 already when Leo finished scrapping the bottom of his food container and he stretched on the couch, glancing at his phone briefly. Not a text from Jon, which was good, meant he was actually enjoying himself with Angie.

Deciding he should watch the movie in bed, since he was going to most likely fall asleep through it, Leo got up to go fix the guest room for Angie's stay.

He fully expected it to be Jonah when he heard a phone ringing, so Leo took a second to realize that his own phone was in the pocket of his sweatpants, not ringing.

JD was already inspecting the source of the noise, Jon's phone fallen under the couch, and Leo picked it up without thinking, just wanting to make the noise stop.

"Hi?"

"Jon, can you- Leo?" Wendy interrupted herself and Leo let out a small chuckle, squishing the phone between his shoulder and cheek and getting back to the task of fixing the guest room.

"Jonah forgot his phone home," he entered the guest bathroom to make sure they had extra towels and then jumped at a loud noise, taking a second to realize the rattling cough was coming from the phone, not inside his apartment, "are you alright? That didn't sound good..." He paused against the bathroom door and heard as Wendy wheezed and gasped for air.

"I'm fine," she scoffed, her voice completely shot, "I'm fine, I just-" Wendy didn't sound fine, not even remotely. Not only she sounded terribly sick, and it was probably his fault by being all germy in her apartment, but she sounded sad.

"Is anyone with you?" Leo asked, biting his bottom lip and nervously looking around.

"I don't need a babysitter, I'm fine," Wendy groaned, causing him to sigh.

"Taking that as a no," he ran his fingers nervously through his hair, "alright, you need anything from the pharmacy?"

A small hesitation and he realized this had probably been the reason she called in the first place.

"Wendy?"

"Uhm- More tissues and cough syrup? I'm out," because she had fed him half the bottle.

"On it," Leo turned around and left the bathroom, heading to the kitchen where they kept a notepad to list down groceries and scribbling a note for Jon, "I'm gonna be there in twenty, don't die."

He hung up before she could complain.

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"You look great," Leo said sarcastically, the minute Wendy opened the door of her apartment. She had a blanket wrapped around her as if it was a cape and her face was waxy white, nose all red and raw.

He expected a response, their usual back and forth, but all Leo got was Wendy staring at him drowsily, swaying on the spot. There was a feverish haze to her eyes and she seemed really unsteady on her feet.

"Oookay," Leo cringed, planting his hands on her shoulder, "let's sit down before you collapse."

"Uhm..." Wendy allowed him to guide her back inside and Leo steered her to the living room couch, where she clearly had already set camp. There was a waste basket next to the couch, filled almost to the top with little tissue balls, an empty box of tissues, one of those tacky inspirational water bottles that showed someone's liquid intake for the day, currently stuck on "halfway there!"

Wendy collapsed on the couch and promptly fell back against the cushions, pressing her eyes closed, "what are you doing here...?"

Her voice wasn't above a whisper.

"Can't let you die, I'll never hear the end of it," Leo shrugged, dumping the contents of his paper bag on her coffee table, "when was the last time you took medicine?"

"How'd you get in?" Wendy frowned, confused, and the man paused, raising his eyebrows.

"You just let me in..." he trailed off and planted his hand to Wen's forehead, hissing at the heat, "isn't that just great. Give me your blanket."

"Uhm?" Wendy shivered violently, "no."

"Yes," Leo sighed, "c'mon, you're boiling up," he manhandled the blanket away from her and Wendy let out a pitiful whine, sounding and looking dangerously close to tears.

"I'm cold..." She groaned, frustrated and trying to grab her blanket back, "Leoo..."

"Sorry," he threw the blanket on the armchair, "when did you last take medicine, Wen?"

"I don't know," she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes angrily, "my head is killing me."

"Because you have a raging fever," Leo crouched in front of her, grabbing the brand new thermomether he had purchased and removing it from the plastic case, "under your tongue, c'mon."

Wendy opened her mouth to complain, only to immediately be hit by a terrible, painful coughing fit and Leo jumped to hold her by the shoulders as she folded in half with the coughing.

He could hear her lungs rattling and Leo cringed in sympathy and guilt, sitting next to her and rubbing her back in firm circles. Wendy let out a whimper and reached for the waste basket, as her coughs turned into gags, tears streaming down her face. She gagged fruitlessly over the basket, before finally stopping, panting as if she had ran a marathon. Leo could feel her heart hammering just by touching her.

Deciding he really didn't care if she had taken medicine already or not, Leo reached for the antibiotics that Jonah had fed him when sick. It was in syrup, which he had appreciated immensely because his throat hurt too much to swallow, and Wendy clearly shared this opinion, because she obediently took the dosage off the measuring cup.

"Alright, now-" Leo pushed her to the side, until she was lying against the pillows, and folded her legs as if Wendy was a doll, "lie down and get some rest."

Wendy let out a sigh and curled up, shivering, "Leo, I'm freezing."

"I'm sorry," he pouted, "but you're really, really warm, I don't think you should have a blanket..."

She didn't answer him, only let out a little teary whine and hugged herself, continuing to shiver. It broke his heart, so Leo started rubbing her arm up and down as if to generate warmth.

He assumed the worst was over, as nearly one hour passed without Wendy so much as stirring, so Leo got up to fix up her place. He picked up the tissues that had missed the waste basket, as well as her water bottle and went to dispose of the trash and make her some tea.

Leo was lying against the fridge, waiting for the kettle to whistle, when his phone started to buzz. He glanced at the picture of Jonah, him watching the sunset in Italy, and picked it up, "hey..."

"Hi, I'm going over," Jon sounded worried, "switch places with me."

"No, you're not," Leo sighed, rolling his eyes, "Angie is here, you're gonna stay with your sister and preferably not infect her with this bug. I can handle Wendy..."

There was a second of silence as Jonah clearly tried to argue, but found no fault in his logic. Instead he let out a groan, "how is she?"

"She's got a really high fever, but I fed her some medicine and now she's asleep," Leo shrugged, before he remembered his boyfriend couldn't see him, "it's just strep, she'll live, babe."

"Uhm," Jon didn't sound convinced, "that's a bummer, we were supposed to have lunch with her tomorrow. Angie and I."

Leo felt a flash of jealousy that he wasn't included in those plans, but he quickly pushed it away. It was good that they weren't tied by the hip, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, you'll have to reschedule, there's no way she's going anywhere tomorrow," Leo removed the kettle from the stove, "do you know what her favorite tea is?"

"Lemon and ginger," Jonah answered and Leo could vaguely hear Angelina's voice in the background, cooing over JD.

"How's Angie?"

"She's fine, planning to steal our cat," Jon teased and Leo heard Angie let out an offended gasp at his words, causing him to smile fondly at the interaction.

His smile promptly slipped away as he heard Wendy cough and choke in the living room.

"Gotta go, bye. Love you," Leo said quickly, not waiting for an answer and rushing out of the kitchen. He was a second too late, because just as he was about to circle the couch he heard Wendy's cough turn into gags and then pink liquid covered the front of her hoodie.

She groaned, hiccupping and sobbing, "I'm sorry, I- I don't feel good, I'msorry-"

"Hey," Leo frowned, crouching in front of her and pushing Wendy's short hair away from her mouth. She was still really warm, like the medicine had done nothing at all, "hey, Wen, it's fine. Nothing laundry can't fix, it's okay..."

"Itsssgross," she groaned, her pale face all red, scrunched up as she cried. Big fat tears running down her cheeks, "I'm sorry-"

"It's fine," Leo rolled his eyes, tucking her hair behind the ear, "look at me," he forced their eyes to meet, "you're alright."

She sniffled, "I feel disgusting."

"Shut up," Leo scoffed, grabbing a tissue and wiping her lips and her chin. Wendy didn't say or do anything, looking every bit a kid as he fussed over her, "arms up."

It was more than a little unnerving to not have her sass him. Leo fully expected at least one comment about him removing her hoodie and leaving her just in her bra, but instead Wendy only shivered violently, curling up and coughing again.

"I'm gonna get you a new hoodie," he grabbed the ditched blanket from the armchair and wrapped it around her shoulders, "be right back."

Once she was changed into a new outfit, Wendy curled back up on the couch, sniffling and continuing to cough every five minutes or so. Leo was tired, but he couldn't imagine just how exhausted she was.

"I made you tea, do you wanna try it? Might help your throat," he walked back to the cough with the mug and Wendy shook her head.

"Gonna come back up," she rasped, breaking into a new coughing fit and whimpering, touching her throat, "I want Vin..."

Leo's heart all but broke in a million little pieces. He couldn't help but put himself in her shoes, "how about we facetime him, what do you think?" he suggested despite his better judgment and the fact it was nearly midnight on a school night.

Wendy immediately perked up, before she frowned and shook her head, "gonna bother him," she curled up more, "then he'll break up with me."

He frowned at that, "...What? No, he won't, what the fuck?" Leo rolled his eyes, pushing Wendy's feet on the couch so he could sit next to her and then grabbing his phone, "you're not a bother, you're his girlfriend."

Wendy let out a little scoff at that, sniffling once more and Leo glared at his phone, suddenly feeling a lot more protective than he would've liked.

The phone rang and rang and then suddenly Vince's face appeared. Tired and alarmed, with a glittery star glued to one side of his face and red marks that indicated he had fallen asleep on top of a notebook.

"Leo? Kid, is really late, is everything okay?"

"No," Leo shook his head, "Wen's sick, can you just chat-"

Vince's frown deepened, as he interrupted, "sick? How sick? I can go over-"

"No!" Wendy exclaimed at that, before whimpering when that caused her throat to hurt and starting to cough all over again. Leo rolled his eyes, thumping her back.

"She's got my strep bug," he explained, "you don't have to come over, just talk with her a little, will ya?"

"Yeah, of course," Vince eagerly nodded, rubbing a hand over his face in order to look more awake. Leo passed Wendy the phone and then heard Vin's voice twice as soft as he said, "hey honey, not feeling well?"

"I'm fine," Wendy lied, causing Vince to laugh given her tone wasn't above a raspy whisper, and Leo to snort. He patted Wendy's calf, getting up from the couch.

"I'm gonna get you some more medicine," he whispered, messing Wendy's sweaty bangs and moving away when she tried to slap his hand.

He put away another dosage of the syrup, before heading to Wendy's bedroom and fixing up her pillows, pulling on the blankets as well. Once he returned to the living room, Wen was half asleep lying on her side, giggling as Vince explained why he was covered in glitter.

Leo saw as the man panned the camera, revealing his baby sister passed out on his bad, surrounded by crayons and glitter glue, "I didn't have the heart to wake her up. She was helping me grade the kid's papers."

"Cute," Wendy sniffled, "get a picture for me."

"Of course," Vince yawned, "here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna check with Daniels if he can get my seniors last period tomorrow and I'll go over to be with you, alright?"

"You don't have to do that," Wendy mumbled, rubbing at her forehead, "I'm an adult and Leo is here and-"

"She'd love it," Leo interrupted, "sounds like a great idea."

Because he knew she was lying through her teeth. Wendy's shoulders dropped with visible relief as Vince shrugged in agreement.

"It's not a big deal, honey, Daniels already keeps my seniors half my class anyway, he might as well keep them for the remaining forty minutes too."

"Who's Daniels?" Wendy yawned, smiling and Vince let out a loud huff.

"Some asshole," then his voice softened up, "get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I love you."

"I love you too..." Wendy's eyes were already closed and it came out more like a wheeze. Leo took the phone from her, wordlessly waving to Vince and hanging up.

"Hey," he touched Wendy's arm, "let's move you to bed, c'mon."

"Uhmm?"

"C'mon," Leo pulled her up on her feet and Wendy slumped against him, pressing her feverish forehead to his chest. Once they entered the bedroom, he handed her the medicine, "big gulp."

"It's gonna make me sick," Wendy groaned, barely seeming to be conscious.

"It won't," Leo pushed it in her hand, "and the waste basket is right here and I'll be in the couch, okay? It's gonna be fine."

"You're staying?" Wendy asked, before gulping the medicine down and shuddering at the taste. She curled up under the thin blanket Leo had left on the bed and hugged her pillow.

"Duh," Leo smoothed her hair, "of course."

"Uhm," Wendy hummed, smiling and didn't say anything else until he walked to the door and hit the lights, keeping the hallway light on, "hey Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're an ass," she whispered and even in the half dark he could clearly see the smile on her face. Leo smiled back.

"Yeah, well, game recognizes game, Wen. Get some rest," he grinned, leaving her door open and walking to the living room.

#mywriting #sickfic #fever #strep throat #emetophilia #wendy marshall #loooong needed leo helping wendy #🏳️ anon #🦦 anon

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flxwerydreams · 27 days

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I think I like you (I hope you do too)

Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.

c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)

You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.

“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today.

"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move.

With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting.

You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home.

Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully. “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door.

Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats.

Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you.

“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall."

“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?”

“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you.

It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more.

"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked.

In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy."

You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right?

“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’."

And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.

And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?

i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖

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nettleclanstale · 3 days

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MOON 31

This is a written moon!

MOON 31

"Well...They seem healthy enough. Other than this one."

Badgerfern watched Aloesight, his expression grim as the medicine cat checked over the four kits lying by his belly.

He knew. He knew it was bad timing. Peakpaw had died only the day before, and here he is bringing four new kits into camp.

As if he were replacing her.

But he couldn't turn his back on them. They were his kits. How was he supposed to know Peakpaw was going to die?

A feeling of guilt crept up Badgerfern's spine at the thoughts that infested his mind. How could he think that way?

It was only when Aloesight cleared his throat in annoyance that Badgerfern realized he was trying to speak with him.

"What? What's the matter?" He questioned, his ear flicking.

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Aloesight grumbled. He sighed heavily. "By the stars...I was saying that this one," he gestured to one of the kits, a white she-kit with the smallest splash of black and ginger over her eye. "...She's paralyzed. It shouldn't affect her ability to become a warrior if she desires, but...I figured you would want to know."

Badgerfern opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when Aloesight shook his head, his expression hardening.

"I also asked you where these kits came from. Have you been sneaking off AGAIN? Especially after the death of your DAUGHTER!?" Aloesight's voice, usually blunt and stoic, had now formed into a snarl, the fur on his back bristling. "What kind of a father are you!? Why do you-"

"SHE'S WHAT?"

The agonizing wail pierced through the camp, making both toms freeze.

"...Valleywave knows now." Aloesight murmured. He stood, tail lashing as he padded out of the nursery. "You better do everything in your power to fix this, Badgerfern. I can't help you this time."

Badgerfern's heart sank. Looking down at the kits at his belly, he gave them each a gentle nudge with his nose before standing and making his way into the clearing.

Valleywave was collapsed onto the ground, wailing as if her own life was the one ending. Sunpaw sat beside her mother silently, her tail wrapped around her flank.

"...I'm sorry, darlin'." Silverbreak, who was sitting in front of Valleywave, meowed softly. She must've been the one to break the news. "We did ev'rything we could, but it just-"

"Where?" Valleywave asked between sobs, glaring up at Silverbreak. "Where did you put her?"

"She's somewhere safe, we-"

"Do not give my any excuse." Valleywave slowly rose to her paws, the usual light in her eyes gone as she stalked towards the silver she-cat. "Silverbreak, where is my DAUGHTER?"

Silverbreak crouched low to the ground, her ears flattened in submission. "We buried her." She murmured, barely even whispering as she wrapped her tail protectively around her body. "She's gone, darlin'. I'm so sorry."

Valleywave stood there for a moment, stunned and silent. She soon let out a horrible shriek, a sound that made Badgerfern freeze in his place and a chill go down his spine.

"NOOO!!" She screamed, beginning to pace around the clearing. "My baby, my baby, why!? WHY!?" She looked up at the sky. The normally full night sky was now dark and gloomy, as if StarClan itself had disappeared. "CURSE YOU!!" She shouted, her fur bristled. She began to uproot dirt and grass with her claws. "CURSES TO THE STARS!! YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!!!"

"Mama, please..." Sunpaw bumped her head against Valleywave's shoulder, attempting to guide the wailing she-cat towards the medicine den. "Aloesight can give you poppy seeds, and you can get some rest..."

Valleywave whirled around, glaring at Silverbreak with a fury in her eyes that would forever burn itself into Badgerfern's memory. "YOU DIDN'T LET ME SAY GOODBYE TO HER!!" She exclaimed, not even attempting to hide the snarl in her voice. She attempted to charge at Silverbreak, claws unsheathed, but was quickly stopped by Sunpaw. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE!! I'LL KILL YOU-!!"

Silverbreak remained low, looking up at Valleywave with genuine fear in her eyes. "P-please, I didn't...Valleywave, please-"

Ambershard stepped between Valleywave and Silverbreak. He glared at the tortie she-cat, lashing his tail.

"Go to the medicine den now." He demanded, and Valleywave, still shaking in grief, obliged. She was flanked by Sunpaw, and the two disappeared into tbe medicine den.

Badgerfern slowly took a step back. He turned and went back into the nursery, where Mistlebrook was lying with his sleeping daughters.

"Don't tell her," The large brown tom grumbled. "She's not in the right state. She'll see the kits when the time is right."

Badgerfern nodded, sinking into the comfortable nest of moss. He looked down at the kits, who seemed to have sensed their father's warmth and were now crawling towards his belly once more. He gently nudged the paralyzed she-kit closer to him.

"Do they have names?" Mistlebrook questioned, wrapping his tail around his own litter defensively. "Maybe that will take your mind off of things."

"Well, I have a few names in mind..." Badgerfern murmured. He looked down at the kits. "The black and white she-cat will be Pouncekit, and the white she-cat will be Larkkit."

"Any reason you chose those names?"

"I just liked how they sounded." Badgerfern replied. He turned his head to a small gray and white tom. "...He will be Ivykit."

"And the last one?" Mistlebrook gestured towards the final kit, a small black and white tom. "He looks exactly like you. You couldn't deny him if you wanted to."

Badgerfern hesitated, staring down at the last kit. He was an active little one, his head already lifted as he tried to look around the darkened nursery.

"...I will call him Fallenkit." Badgerfern soon said, giving his tail a quick lash.

"Fallenkit? Why?"

"Because if he is blessed with the title of leader one day, he will be named Fallenstar." Badgerfern's voice was a low growl. "He will serve as a reminder of what we lost today. The day the stars have turned their backs on us...The day the stars have fallen."

Pouncekit, Larkkit, Fallenkit, and Ivykit have joined NettleClan. Larkkit is paralyzed.

Valleywave is grieving. She cannot work under these conditions.

#clangen #warrior cats #wc oc #badgerfern #aloesight #valleywave #ambershard #sunpaw #mistlebrook #Pouncekit #Larkkit #Ivykit #Fallenkit #Silverbreak #Written Moon

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rkivepetals · 4 months

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The secret history

chapter two.

Series masterlist

Main masterlist

Grave is the first home.

Jungkook X fem!reader ft.all bts members

Genre: dark/gothic academia, slow romance, forced marriage, mystery, thriller (??) found family and Greek mythology.

Wc: 2.k

Warnings: threatening 👏👏👏 attempt of murder, pissing off each other ‼️

I scatter around the images, "why do I think I've seen you?" I murmur at the pictures. Trying to find where I've seen this face, "What are you doing?" I yelped, "Jesus Christ! Can't you be less of a surprise?" I said and looked at jungkook, who squinted at my client's pictures. I clear my throat and stand up, pushing him away. He looked at me, "what is that?"

I cleared my throat again, "did I ever tell you? That I'm also a private detective." At first, he stared at me and then scoffed as if it was some kind of deception. "What are you laughing at, huh? What you got other than your snoopy lil' girlfriend?" I fold my hands, I can bear anything but the slightest offence against my work of field and degree. I was almost starting to believe jungkook doesn't have a girlfriend, because, well, I'd like to.

"If anyone here's snoopy, it's you." I hate him. "Anyway," I say and focus back on my work. "I'd like you to remove your things from my desk before I throw them out." He says as I sit back and analyse the addresses given to me. "Why?" I mutter, fixing my glasses. "Because it's mine." Yet again, he was loud and stern. "What's yours is mine." I still didn't look up.

"No, it's not,"

"It is,"

"It's, not."

"Believe it or not, it is."

"Hah! God, you're annoying!"

Now that he says it, I glance at my Empty tea cup and put my pen down, I turn my face to the side. "How 'bout we share?" I offer as he raises his brows. "If you take the desk then you can't, ever, touch the bed." He was dead serious, "don't you like to sleep in a different room?" I slightly frown as he exhaled. "Mom found out." "Bravo."

He glared, "Okay, anyway. I'm fine without a bed. I don't sleep anyway. But are you fine without your desk?" I simply didn't know why would he need a desk in his life, was he a philosopher? He gazed at the wooden table I placed my elbow comfortably at. His eyes spoke eagerness. He wanted that desk, yeah? "Fine, you can use the bed."

Now that's when, "no, nada. Don't need no bed, I want your dressing area."

He chuckled, "Nope."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"Then no desk."

"What?!"

"Vincere aut mori"

"Now what does that mean—!"

"Conquer or die."

He took a moment to frown, "That's—that's—what language is that?" He stutters, pointing a finger at me. "I thought you knew Latin." I say as he sighs, "once a day." I snapped my fingers and took my cup. "Once a day it is!" I said and walked out of the room to get me tea. When I returned, surprisingly, Jungkook was going through my books of education.

"Classics isn't it?" I asked as he stopped and looked at me. "No. Was just wondering what are these—" "Don't." I say, seriously. He blinks in confusion, "Don't wonder. Don't think." I say sliding out my chair, "Why?" He asked. I inhale, "if I didn't think, I'd be much happier." I say as I continue to do my work.

Though, I was concerned. Because I didn't hear anything back, usually someone would laugh, and yoongi would curse and say he agreed. But Jungkook was in the dreadful silence of a whirlwind. Not that I was surprised, I love to see people go speechless. But still, I looked at him.

His gaze lingered somewhere else, more on the forefront of our bedroom. I looked his way and Jesus, there stood a gorgeous, gorgeous girl. She looked like a religious icon people would suffer for. The cat in her basket meowed, it was jet black with green jade eyes. She was the most attractive cat I've ever laid eyes on.

I looked at Jungkook and then at the girl. You might think I'd say something like, "Love, pals, love." But no, there was something else. Something dreadful, heart shattering. No doubt the girl who stood there was jungkook's girlfriend. As she stared at me, her gaze slightly changed from a more saddened to a more confused and blank. "May I know who are you, gorgeous?"

Now look, I had no business with Jungkook. I just used him to get inside here. I do not want to fight with her to own him. Because no, he's not it. She can have him, all she wants. But I do not aim for any sort of layer of crimson blood between us, that is just mean and pure evil. I do not like to argue with women—women are awesome.

"I'm Kira." She smiles,

I smiled.

"She is Jane." She put down the as the cat meowed and ran to me.

"Adorable. Is she yours?" I pet Jane,

Her smile slightly fades. "No, it's jungkook's cat."

Now that was not what I expected. I raised my brows and looked at Jungkook, petting the cat in my arms. "You didn't tell me you had a cat." I say and peck the black kitty's head, "Would've argued with you less." I murmured, smiling at the kitty in my arms.

I hear him inhale, "Kira I think we should talk." They both stare at me, suddenly. Were they expecting me to leave? I smiled and looked up, "Sure enough, you should. The garden was cleaned recently." I say and turn ahead, to continue doing my work. No, I wasn't going to tolerate them being bang bang and no chika chika In a bedroom I shared with Jungkook. Not at all.

I fix my glasses as Jane runs out of my arms and I hear footsteps fading in the Gray of my day-old tea. I glimpse at the bedroom clock. Twelve twenty-five. I smile.

"Last year I abstained,

This year, I devour."

I stood up and went inside the dressing area, opening jungkook's drawers of personal items. I found a bunch of EDTs as I exhaled, the one which was almost finished, a teal-coloured fancy bottle of Bvlgari. I sniff, just like him. I exhale "god, this smells celestial." I wish to see the name.

"Aqua pour." I rolled my eyes at the price tag and spritz it once before putting it down the way it was kept.

I went inside Mr Jeon and her wife's bedroom, I heard bathing noises as I sighed one last time before I gulped and invited myself inside the bathroom. "Jungkook? You here?" I smiled, just the way I anticipated it to be. "Ye." I made the least amount of noise as Mr. Jeon laughed. "You're here to massage my back?"

No.

Nope.

NUH-huh!

NADA.

"C'mon get in, son! It's been a while." I bit my lip, devouring. I get in, good god. Mr. Jeon was... exotic. I look at my hands and realise he'll make it out the second my nails scrap his back that it's me. But no matter what, I was going to get that key hanging in his neck. I looked at the shower head and turned it on completely on the hot one.

I took out my tailor cutter and went to him, who was struggling in the burning water. He was red like a tampon I threw, I cut off the chain from his neck and slid it towards me before going out. "Jesus Christ who the hell was that?!" He screamed in pain as I hurried to my room and the bathroom. I removed my clothes and found the closest thing to me to wear it.

I came out running, "What happened, Dad?! Are you okay?!" I asked in concern, "Y/n?! Were you here?!" I sighed, "Me?! I was in my bathroom!" He came out as Judy and Mrs. Jeon came as well. He eyed my clothes, "where were you?" He squinted his eyes, "I was in the bathroom, why? What happened?" I asked.

Yes, I wore jungkook's shirt. "Are you okay, honey? Why are you so red all of a sudden?" Mrs Jeon asks in concern as he fumes in his temper. "Where is Jungkook?" Even though Mr. Jeon didn't show it, he was still suspectful of me. "He? Oh, he is in the garden with his girlfriend." Yes, I said no bad blood, but I can do anything to get myself out of the trouble.

"What?!" He ran out in anger and downstairs. Jungkook and Kira were coming inside the hall, their eyes on me. Kira's face was pale, if that was possible and Jungkook frowned and came to me, "Why are you wearing my shirt?" He looked like he was about to do something illicit in which conditions I don't know. "What are you doing with her?!"

I wanted to smile so wide. "D-dad.." mr. jeon scowled at Jungkook and then at Kira, who stood teary-eyed, embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry." She whispered, "Oh Kira." I was sorry, not for Jungkook but for her. She possibly didn't deserve this much humiliation. She started to leave, "who are you?!" Mr Jeon suddenly yelled as she stopped.

She sniffed and turned around, her captivating almond eyes leaking acid rain on her full cheeks. "Me? Well, your son promised that he would Marry me! I don't know who am I even!" She shed tears and ran out. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to her, "Kira!" I ran after her but Jungkook held my hand in a tight grip and lowered my gaze on where he held my wrist. I looked at him, he was devastated.

Shattered,

All across the floor.

His shackles just got tightened on him

They strangled him.

I foresaw two things, an outburst, and utter pain of silence. He chooses the second one. "I'm sorry Dad." He whispered, his knuckles turning white at how tightly he held my wrist. I don't want to act big, it hurts. His finger marks would probably be on my wrist if he didn't leave my hand now, "say sorry to her not me!" Mr. Jeon said pointing at me as Jungkook looked at me through his stiffened jaw.

I know what I did. A mess. He dragged me to our room, "why are you doing this?" I whisper to him as a tear just fell from his eyes. He pulled me inside and pinned me to the door. now, I knew Jungkook wanted to kill me But I wasn't expecting him to try to shove a dagger into my throat. It landed just beside my throat, I gaped at it and blinked.

"You're not scared of death, are you?" He walks closer. He was slowly getting into it, the way I viewed stuff. "grave is the first home." He scoffed, "Who are you, y/n? Who?" Again, to be made of flesh was a humiliation. "I know pretty much everything I like; and dislike—but please, don't ask me who I am," I rolled my eyes.

"Do you think it's a joke—?"

"Hoax. You had a faithless hoax in you, Jungkook. And Kira believed it—because well, everyone goes into it blindly."

"You know nothing about us!" He was teary-eyed.

I pull the dagger from the wooden door, "true. I don't. But I do understand you," I looked at him, "You are a pathological liar, a monster caged by shackles of abandonment." He stared at my face, I don't know why he was frightened. I stare into his opal eyes, "Let me remind you, there's a feedom, which you crave in the deepest depths of your soul that comes with abandonment."

I say and go inside the dressing area to change my clothes and remove his shirt. When I returned, Jungkook was lying flat on the bed eyes closed. "Just because I said the first home is grave doesn't mean you die," I say, kicking his leg as I walk to my desk. "I am not dead yet!"

"Good for you."

I hear the sheets shuffle. "Why did you Wear My perfume?"

he sniffed it. I exhaled and looked at him, "when I said share dressing room I also said the stuff inside it. You can wear any of my clothes if you want." I say and get back to circling addresses.

"Oh, you're a pain in my ass."

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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When Shadows Ward Off Darkness. Chapter 2

Prologue Part 1

Summary: The prince is stubborn.

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A/n: not much to say, so enjoy @bibliophiliaxvignette

@acotargiftexchange

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Someone sidled up to Gwyn as she pulled out the book she thought would be interesting from its resting place on the shelf.

One glance told Gwyn that it was a young man, not much older than her, a smile on his brutally beautiful face. Gwyn offered a small smile back to him, turning back to the book in her hands.

"Read often?"

Gwyn blinked, realising the question was directed at her. She nodded as she looked at the man, who hummed.

"Can I help you?"

"I would hope so." When Gwyn waited for him to go on, he continued. "What is your favourite one?"

"You will read whatever i rcommend?"

He smiled wider. "I had to gift a book to my sister in law, but sure, I would read it if you told me to."

Gwyn's brows furrowed. Was he flirting with her?

He didn't give her much time to ponder that thought.

"I'm Draven." His hazel eyes stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to offer her name.

"Gwyneth."

He nodded, his eyes sparkling as he pushed back the onyx strands that fell into them, his hands covered in gruesome scars. "So… the book?"

"What kind of books does she read?"

Draven contemplated for a moment, a crease between his brows before he spoke haltingly. "Fantasy? I remember my brother complaining to me about how his wife ignored him half the time and swooned over someone who did not exist. I have also found her blushing and giggling while reading." He paused, realization dawning on his face, and Gwyn grinned.

At the sight of her grin, his lips parted, his eyes growing wide for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"Do books have… are there books that contain… explicit scenes?"

Gwyn burst out laughing. A blush spread over his cheeks, making her laugh harder.

"I like your sister in law. Yes, there are explicit scenes in books." She rolled her eyes. "Come, I'll show you them."

He sputtered, his eyes wide as he stared at her, and she clarified. "I'll show you the aisle that has those kinds of books."

His blush deepened, nodding.

He followed behind her as she waltzed through the bookstore, leading him to where he would find what he wanted.

Gwyn knew she was having a little too much fun watching him squirm under her gaze, but she didn't care.

It was adorable to watch that blush spreading down his neck as he flipped open to a page and read the filth written there.

So adorable that Gwyn would die to watch him blush again.

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This became a routine over the next few months, he would come to the bookstore nearly everyday, and so would she, and she would tell him to read a book she liked, and then they would discuss about it for hours, often times being shooed away by the store owner.

Eventually the two of them began meeting outside of the bookstore, and their friendship began.

And he never once let it slip that he was a prince.

Gwyn shook her head, trying to focus on correctly stacking the pots in her uncle's shop.

"Gwyneth! Be a darling and go feed the cats in the back!" Her uncle's voice said from the front of the shop, making her sigh.

"Sure!" Gwyn called out to her uncle, grabbing the box of leftover food her aunt gave her to feed the cats.

Gwyn ducked out of the dimly lit back into the alleyway coloured by the fading sunlight. The stray cats meowed louder at the sight of her, and she smiled, crouching next to them as she poured the leftover food onto a newspaper, watching as the three little cats crowded around the food and began eating.

Gwyneth loved them. She loved animals in general, but she could not bring them home because her aunt hated them. And so this was the only way Gwyn was able to spend time around animals.

He loves animals too.

Gwyn slapped that thought with a slipper and kicked it out of her mind.

She had barely been five when her uncle had showed her the three cats who had then been little kittens then, and when she had asked him for help in naming the kittens, he had simply named them kitten, kitt and kit. Gwyn had been disappointed then, but her little brain could not come up with any better ideas for their names, so she had to make do with those names.

The alleyway was quiet, nothing different from any other day. There were only a few garbage cans in the alleyway, and nothing else.

It was peaceful, really.

As Gwyn was focused on the cats and making sure they ate properly, trying to ignore the events a few hours prior, she didn't feel the other presence until gravel crunched behind her, and she whipped her head around, barely stopping herself from falling on her ass.

There, near the mouth of the alley, a few feet away from her, stood a person, and she was pretty sure it was a male, though she could not be sure as they had the hood of their cloak pulled low over their face. Though Gwyn was sure she knew who it was.

"Hello, Gwyneth." She definitely knew who it was now.

Gwyn drew her hand back from where it had been caressing kit's head and stood, her heart race picking up. The voice that spoke was definitely masculine, one she knew better than anyone else's, and Gwyn could practically hear the smile in his voice as he opened his mouth.

Gwyn waited for him to go on, but of course she was met with silence. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How can I help you?"

"You know how you can help me."

She turned away, trying to squash the anger simmering in her belly.

She felt a soft breeze hit the back of her hand before familiar scarred fingers wrapped around her wrist. She tried to tug it out of his grip, a scowl crawling onto her face.

She glared at the hand, then at the owner of it.

"Gwyn, let me explain-"

"There is nothing to explain-"

"Please Gwyn, please." He pleaded, his grip tightening on her wrist.

Gwyn let out a deep sigh.

He took that as his queue to continue. "I am sorry Gwyn, I did not realise that my actions could have hurt you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

"How about no?" She shot back, glancing at her cats to see if they were done eating.

He looked taken aback, staring at her slack jawed. "I- you- why not?"

Gwyn blinked at him again. "Why would I want to waste my time with you? Why would I forgive someone who had no problems lying to me?"

He looked offended for a moment, then his expression cleared. "Gwyn, you do remember that you and I have known each other for two years now."

Gwyn lifted a brow. "I do."

He gave her a charming smile. "Does that not outweigh the title I have?"

Gwyn resisted the urge to punch his beautiful face. "The fact that you hid the truth from me about being one of those uncaring, ungrateful scoundrels who cares nothing of his people will always outweigh the trust I had in you."

He frowned, his lower lip jutting out in a small pout.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, turning back to her cats and realising they were done eating and now scattered all over the alleyway, lazing about. Gwyn bent to pick up the leftovers, shoving it all into the garbage can nearby. All while she did that, the prince followed her around.

Gwyn glared at him, heaving an exasperated sigh. "What do you want?"

"Why can't you forgive me for something I have no control over?"

"I am not mad at you for being a part of the royal family, I am mad because you lied to me when you knew how much I hate them."

He stared at her, for long enough that she had to stop herself from squirming.

"So the fact that I am still your friend, still the guy who asked you for book recommendations, means nothing to you?"

Gwyn turned away, knowing she was being irrational.

She shoved aside that rational piece of her mind.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, walking back to the door she had come out from.

There was only silence in the alleyway for a moment, but as soon as she reached out her hand to grasp the door handle, he spoke.

"If you think that you ignoring me and throwing away what we had over a something that does not matter will rid you of me, you are wrong."

She turned her head, though she did not meet his eyes.

"I have been summoned, though I will not let you ruin what we had because you are upset with me like a little girl."

And with that, he walked off.

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yeehawkins · 8 months

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Ricki Tikki MacTavish

Back home for once, Soap brings Ghost over to his flat. A small visitor awaits them

Coming home is an exceptionally rare luxury. And an even more rare occurrence is Simon Riley actually having any time away from the field. Johnny wanted to seize his chance to get to know the other more. Plus, he knows Ghost has nowhere to go, so it was only right to invite him over to his place. Really, it was more of a plead than an invitation, as old habits rarely die with that man.

As they approach the apartment door, Soap pulls out a monstrosity of keys.

"How many fucking flats do you own?" Ghost states in astonishment.

"Just the one,'' Soap responds.

“Going to be here for ages trying to get into it.” Ghost states, rolling his eyes.

“Have a little faith.” Soap grins, almost magically flipping to the correct key with one cacophony of jingling, shaking it some more in triumph.

A little more jangling of keys, and Soap unlocks the apartment door, gesturing for Ghost to go ahead.

Ghost couldn't help but gawk upon entering. A few stains on the carpet notwithstanding, the place was downright pristine.

After tossing his bags by the door, Soap takes a look at his welcome guest.

"What? Never seen a clean flat before?" Soap teased.

"Well I certainly didn't expect one from you" Ghost retorted.

"Think I got the name by being filthy?"

"Oh I know where you got the name, slippery bastard" Ghost lets out a guffaw then picks up the shorter Scot, scooping him up in a hug. This knocks the air out of Soap a bit, and gets him blushing.

"Easy with the goods!" he laughs.

"That was easy"

Their banter is cut short, as there was someone else in the apartment. Ghost puts down his friend, and turns around. A small, fluffy tabby cat has made its presence known. The cat is quite loud, and continues to meow until Soap leans over to acknowledge her. He immediately melts at the sight of his beloved cat, scooping her up in his arms.

"Ricki! Oooh I've missed the hell out of you! My wee lady hold down the fort alright? Not give Ms. Darcy any trouble, did ya?"

Ghost watches as Soap devolves into a babbling Scottish mess at this cat. He lets out a chuckle, almost endeared at the display. "Didn't tell me you had a missus."

"Ah Ms. Darcy's just my landlord. Takes care of Ricki when I’m gone," says Soap.

"I mean the cat, MacTavish."

Snapping a bit out of his loving stupor, Soap tucks Ricki under his arm like a football. "This here's Ricki. My gran couldn't resist her face, but her allergies certainly could. So I took her in," He pauses to scritch the top of the cat's head with his other hand.

Ghost gives a genuine smile. His eyes go between Soap and Ricki, and raises his eyebrows at the man, clearly asking a question.

“Go ahead. Unlike me, she doesn’t bite.” Soap smirks, now holding Ricki like a baby.

Ghost almost seems apprehensive to pet the cat, not wanting to spook her. However as he moves his hand towards her, she pushes her face up to his hand, purring loudly.

“Aww, looks like you’re allowed to stay,” says Soap.

“Didn’t know there’d be a test,” Ghost replies contently, with much of his focus now on the purring cat. “Good to know you’ve got someone looking out for you off the job”

"Aye, really we look out for each other.” Soap beams, using one of his hands to now rub the cat’s belly. “Ricki canny hear a thing. Deaf as all, but fuckin’ loud as all too. Wouldn’t have her any other way”

Ricki takes a gentle swat at Soap's hand, shooting him a look. Ghost retracts his to avoid being included in getting hit.

“Guess the welcome party’s over” Ghost jokes.

Soap sets Ricki back down on the floor. She goes right back to meowing once on the floor, circling Soaps legs.

“I believe somebody’s hungry,” Soap states.

Once he has a briefly clear path, he begins walking toward the kitchen, Ricki weaving in and out between each stride. He opens up a cabinet, and looks back over at Ghost.

“Well come have a sit, Simon. You’re allowed inside more than 5 feet, you know.” Soap hollered.

Truthfully Simon was in a bit of a trance, never much of the social type and perfectly content just watching Johnny and his cat do their thing. Hearing his name definitely snapped him out of it though. He walks over to the large couch in the living room and sits, still watching the other man and the cat in the kitchen.

Johnny takes out a small bag of cat food, but looks down and notices her bowl is still full.

“Oh you cheeky shite!” he laughs, looking at the cat staring at him, bending over to scritch her head. She simply yells back.

“Fine, fine, a treat for my girl,” Johnny happily sighs, putting away the cat food and grabbing a smaller bag. He pours out a few treats into his hand, which prompts her to spring up onto the counter, somehow getting even louder.

Johnny waggles a finger in front of her like a dad. “Ah ah ah! You know the deal.” He then points downward.

Simon’s eyes widened. Upon this gesture, Ricki sits down, still looking up at Johnny and yelling of course. Johnny laughs and hands her a treat, placing the rest down on the counter for her, which she happily eats. He then walks over to the couch to join his guest, who is not at all hiding his surprise at what he just saw.

“You trained a cat.” Simon states in shock.

“Yep.” Johnny responds matter-of-factly, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“And I’m the one outta my mind for drinking bourbon?” Simon laughs.

“Yeeep.” Johnny replies in the exact same tone. The two then catch each other's eyes, and exchange laughs. They both settle even deeper into the couch and let out content sighs, Johnny leaning his head back and shutting his eyes with a smile on his face.

#woag is me #call of duty #cod mw2 #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #can be viewed as platonic/just friends or as shippy #thank you to wyn for encouraging me to actually post this dsnjkfbsf #wrote this a while ago but here be #yes i wanted to make a pun name for the cat #and yes i wanted soap to have a cat #i know im not the most descriptive #but this is just a drabble #(idk if thats actually the right word but eh shush and enjoy some snarky dudes playing with a cat)

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jaynahh · 2 years

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Im absolutely in love with the teenager!reader fics omg , 😭 please write more! It can be with other characters (like kaeya or ayato ) or simply continue the ones u wrote so far! Im so deprived of fartherFigure!men 😭😭

Kazuha with a Teenager!Reader Part 3

Father figure men? Me too, anon, me too. Anyway, if you saw my pinned post, you would know that I don't write for Ayato or Kaeya. Feel free to request other characters on the list, though.

Previous part here.

Strictly platonic. I made this angst-y, be warned.

Kazuha:

You didn't trust anyone. Your family was no acception. In fact, they didn't like you the second you were born.

They wanted to do an abortion. But, once they found out that the Raiden Shogun herself ordered her men to lend Mora to your family, they changed their minds. The Mora was supposed to be funds to take care of you, since you were born from a poor family.

They decided to keep you, for the Mora.

Those idiots wanted to let you starve, to not do anything for you. But, if you died or went missing, the funds would stop arriving. They gave you the essentials, just enough to see another day, but nothing more. You felt hungry. It was torture every single day, not being allowed to die.

One day, you were left alone with your careless mother. The rest of them went off somewhere they didn't bother telling you. The woman was in her room, probably applying make up. The thing is, she wasn't watching you. And, you saw the front door. You saw it unlocked. Plus, this door was the quietest one in the house, and the woman was in another room. Lucky you.

Taking your shoes off as to not make any noisy footsteps, you fled, not caring to close the door behind you.

You stopped to rest at a place in the city that wasn't too crowded. Feeling uneasiness, you looked behind and gulped. You were sweating. Not because you were running, but because you were nervous.

Inazuma city was a place you've never left, yet have never seen. It was unfamiliar to you. You didn't know which way to go, you even forgot how to get back to the house.

Spotting a restaurant nearby, you noticed how hungry you felt. When's the last time you ate? Three— Four days ago? You must be starving. Yet, you didn't have any Mora, so you sat down next to the restaurant.

You sighed. What are you going to do now? You had barely any food during your life. Now, you didn't have any food. Why was your life so messed up?

Then the idea of death came across your mind. You weren't allowed to... But... Death sounds so peaceful.

You zoned out. The next thing you knew, a cat was cuddling up against you. Flinching away from the cat, it meowed. You've never seen a cat before. Maybe through your window, but this was different.

Tears were threatening to spill. You fought them, which was easy since you had to do this every day at the house. Sighing once again, you carefully pet the cat. It purred.

You subconsciously pet your new friend while thinking about what will end today.

You barely noticed the sounds of clothes shuffling. Turning your eyes but not your head to the sound, it was someone. It was a person, who decided to kneel down next to you.

He was on one of his knees, elbow resting on the other. You noticed he was smiling... A comforting sweet smile, just for you. You then turned your head to get a full view of him. He had Inazuman clothes, white hair with a hint of red. You wonder, why? He only crouched down and you're beyond confused.

"I suggest straightening your posture, you'll get back pain," The man spoke, averting his eyes to look forward. Does he confuse you with someone else..? You wanted to speak, to ask this man a question. But, you weren't allowed to. You were never allowed to.

The man gave another reassuring smile to you. Were you given permission..? Well, you'll be gone by the end of the day. You at least wanted to try new things before you end yourself.

"Is—" You immediately stopped. He looked towards you, expectantly. To be honest, you haven't tried speaking your whole life. This was so... New.

"Go on," He encouraged. "Is this... Your cat?" You asked. Oh, Archons, you seem so stupid right now. Your voice almost cracked, your eyes water, and your trembling. You even stopped petting the cat, in fear of what the man might do. You weren't allowed to speak, why did you do this?!

Instead, he chuckled. "No, it's not mine. Just thought I'd join you." He crossed his legs, acting more casual. "Are you doing alright?" The man asked with worry, but still a kind smile on his face.

Were you doing alright? Was this a trick..? Your mouth hung open the slightest bit, basically having a staring contest with the stranger. The cat meowed, snapping you out of your trance.

Such a kind question... Were you doing alright. No one's ever asked that before. Wait, are you doing alright? You gulped once again, and nodded yes. It was a lie, the first lie you've ever made, and you were scared.

The man then had a worried smile. "I have a feeling you're not. Are you perhaps feeling hungry?" He tilted his head. This boy knows you're lying... So, why isn't he punishing you?? He even asked you if you were hungry?! Your face tensed up in attempt to not let out any tears. You looked at the restaurant next to you, to escape his gaze. But, you got distracted by all the delicious foods.

He chuckled once again. "It seems you are. What would you like? I heard they added a new dish to their menu, pizza." Your head snapped towards him, still fighting the tears. "I take that as a yes," He laughed softly and stood up. "You can wait here."

You looked down at your lap, eyes wide. The cat meowed again, falling asleep. Your breath quickened because you were so hungry, also because of the fact you were getting a real meal, for the first time in your life.

When the man came back with the plate of food, he put a hand to your back while sitting down next to you. Closer than before. He also handed you your food.

You stared at it with huge sparkling eyes. It... Looked so expensive. So delicious. You then thought what you've ate all your life. Usually an apple, a bread that wasn't even toasted nor had butter, half a sunsettia... Was this a dream?

Your stomach growled. The man notices your hesitation. "It's all yours." You couldn't keep the tears in. Your eyes clenched closed, and you covered your face, whimpering.

He put a hand to your back once again, without letting go. You knew you were being so stupid... But it seems like you couldn't control your body.

You couldn't help it... You hiccuped while slowly turning towards him with closed eyes, and leaning towards his embrace. It felt so foreign, just what was happening right now?

He pet your hair slowly and whispered, "It's okay... The food will get cold soon."

You ate in silence. When you finished, the boy took the plate and gave it to the restaurant owner and sat back down next to you.

You sniffed, and tried to thank the boy by bowing your head. He laughed and pet your hair. He thinks he's gained your trust. Now, to the real question.

"Where are your parents?"

You froze. That was the only sign he needed, to know that something's up with your relationship with your family. He also noticed how you didn't have shoes. What a sad, lonely, poor soul.

He held your cheek gently. "Don't worry, I have a small house in the city I don't often use. It has lots of supplies like food, you can stay there." He smiled. The man rubbed your tear stained cheek. You tried muttering a small "Thank you," feeling shocked.

Just then, a lady came up to you. "Kazuha, what have you been doing?? The whole crew has been waiting for you this whole time. You said you would be there an hour ago!"

The man let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, Huixing. I'll be there in a minute." The woman turned back around. "Hmph. You better be, or else Beidou's doing the mission without you." And, she's gone.

He turned his head towards you. "Sadly... I have to leave now. My house is over there, it's pretty close." He pointed. "What's your name?" He placed his hand back down on his lap.

You gripped your legs, nervously. "I don't have one." You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking of the sad thought.

The man's smile disappeared. He was left with a heartbroken expression. A child with no identity... It could make anyone's mind swirl with rage. He'd have to arrest those idiots who never cared.

"Ah. Well then, you can decide your name. Do you have any ideas?" He said, trying to make the situation positive. You thought, what would be a good name you like? Hmm.

"Y/n..?" Y/n sounds good. You looked at the man, nervous yet curious for his response. He was now smiling. "Now, try introducing yourself." This was probably to get you to feel more comfortable with your new name.

"M-My name is Y/n..." The man encouraged you to say it again, with more confidence. So, you straightened your posture, like how he told you so before, and stated, "My name is Y/n."

He made a closed eyes smile, and silently clapped. "It was nice meeting you, Y/n. My name is Kazuha." And just like that, he left aswell.

You sat for a moment. All that just happened...

Hearing a "meow," you looked towards the cat near your lap, then towards the house you should probably go to. Maybe you can bring your new furry friend.

Hm. Guess today wasn't the end. More like, a new beginning.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin platonic #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #genshin angst #genshin impact platonic #kazuha x reader #kazuha angst #kazuha comfort #kazuha fluff #kazuha #kazuha x you #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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i'm here for you. 🦇 º.

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pairing: ash williams x female reader.

summary: when ash notices how broken you are, he lets you know he is there for you. one way or the other.

warnings: ash himself is a warning, horny stuff being said (guess by who...), descriptions of gore, mentions of reader's friends deaths

author's note: i love writing angst i love it sm it fuels my SOUL btw i repeat what's on the tags, idgaf if ash wouldn't do this he's my lil meow meow and he would purr on my lap THE END!

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“ you just don't know when to quit, do you? ” you angrily ask as ash looks at you with raised eyebrows, so confident and so... dumb.

but at the sound of your answer to his really stupid question, he frowns. “ what did i do wrong now? ” he raises his good hand, looking at you like you're the one who asked him 'should we make out right now' while standing on a pile of intestines, dismembered bodies and covered in blood from head to toe.

“ you are one dumb motherfucker. ” while muttering you walk past him, the axe that you hold in both hands seems such a good weapon to use against deadites just one minute ago... now you wonder if it's a good weapon against ash's lack of brains.

“ i like women who can fight, y'know? ”

“ FUCK OFF! ”

you met ash when you and your friends found hilarious to be in a cabin that was the place of various horror stories. you were the scared pup of them, constantly saying you wanted to leave or just keeping the pace with the oldest of the group. you wanted to go because it was very cold and dark; now you want to go because you know that those horror stories are real as fuck.

you saw your friends dying by trying to save themselves, in a desperate way of silencing the voices in their head that claimed to be demons from hell, they shot themselves or they just straight up stabbed themselves repetitively on the heart.

you had to watch every single one of them die, how their eyes missed the life in them, how they smiled while saying they were finally free. the one that hurted the most was your greatest friend, they were saying in hurried whispers that you had to get out, that you had to live and that you had to leave them behind. as the sentimental fool you were, you didn't, you stayed, as an act of grief, by their side.

even dead, they couldn't escape those things.

you had to fight three of them that turned into deadites, burying one and chopping the other two outside with an axe you found not far away from the cabin.

covered in blood, a few minutes later, you turned as a yellowish car parked itself behind you. and when the car door opened, ash williams got out. looking at your bloody and shaking form, he just gave you a sad smile.

“ so you saw those fuckers, huh? ”

that was five years ago.

now you were stuck with him, whether you like it or not because let's be real. you can't go back to society like nothing, even if a century passes, you can't. you'd miss your friends much more and you'd have to confess everything to the police, the guilt of killing them (even if they were possessed) was something that still haunts you.

“ come on, baby, you know i'm joking. ” ash follows you with a trot, walking once he is at your side.

“ i didn't laugh. ” you deadpan.

ash just rolls his eyes. “ well, you never do! ”

you just scoff, trying to walk faster ignoring your torn jeans and dirty blouse.

he stops walking as you both reach the cabin, standing in front of a big tree.

“ where is that cute girl that followed me like a puppy, huh-. ”

he doesn't get to finish the sentence as his eyes widen and ducks down just in time as your axe is thrown at him, landing right where his head was.

you just look at him.

“ she is dead. ” you sneer, walking up at him as he gets up but he just steps back, raising his hands in surrender.

“ everything dies here. ”

ash gulps and nods, you take the axe off the tree and continue walking to the cabin, trying to open the door with one hand.

you told ash you'd stay in the cabin because for some reason, deadites can't get to you; it's almost like you have something that keeps them away from you so they don't bother.

you get to have a quiet living in the cabin, (unless ash is around, they would bang on the window or try to open the door) so you don't complain much.

“ hey. ”

ash calls to you with an uncharacteristic soft voice. you turn, the axe on your right hand.

he shrugs. “ i know. ”

you just stand there as he turns away, getting to leave.

he didn't have to say anything else. you got it.

he also saw his friends, his girlfriend and his sister turn into deadites and having to kill every one of them must felt worse. you sigh, feeling like an asshole.

“ ash? ”

he turns, looking at you as you sigh and turn to his car, pointing at it with your axe. “ can i ride with you? ”

he doesn't have to be asked twice.

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as the both of you drive away from the cabin, with your clothes still dirty and bloody, you look through ash's cassettes.

“ i didn't knew you were a beatles kind of pal. ” you ask with a mocking tone, raising the artist's cassette with a smile.

ash grunts. “ that's not mine. ”

“ then why is it on your car, dude, you're the only one who drives this piece of shit. ” you say as you put the cassette on the car radio.

“ whoa, whoa, now. this baby just went through a lot, okay? imma have it fix and then you'll choke on your tongue. ”

you roll your eyes with the ghost of a smile, 'Yesterday' echoes in the car, looking through the window as you passed some road signs.

suddenly, ash clears his throat. “ hey, uh, i don't wanna seem like a snob or something like that but- y'know we've met for years now and... ”

he trails off and that makes you turn towards him, his cheeks are pink, his fingers are drumming on the car wheel.

you raise your eyebrow.

he continues as he glances at your expression. “ it's just that, well. ” he scratches his neck for a second. “ you haven't tell me what happened to your friends. ”

you immediately turn away from him, facing the window again.

“ a-and i don't want to invade your personal space, i mean it! ” he panics, glancing a few times towards you. “ it's just that, what you said- the way you said that back there really hit and-. ”

“ they tried to kill themselves. ”

your sentence makes ash' nervous rant to stop, just the soft fade of the song stops the car ride to go silent.

“ only one succeeded. and that was because he wasn't even bit or scratched or, whatever the fuck they do to possess people. ” you shrug. “ the rest of them ended up being deadites... so, i buried one of them; the most light for me to carry outside. the others followed me and i killed them with the axe. ”

your throat felt like someone was choking it, as if you were wearing a collar of thorns, tears burning your eyes.

“ one of them told me to leave them behind. i didn't know at the time that even if i did, i couldn't have gone away that easily. but. still, i didn't. ”

a sniff was heard and ash sighed, trying not to feel guilty at bringing up such a sad topic.

“ i didn't want to. ” you whispered as you let your tears to fall, wiping your nose with your shoulder; how coward you felt every time you remember the broken expression on your friend's face when you denied to leave them. to live without them.

“ sorry. i didn't meant to-. ” ash starts an apology but you cut him off.

“ nah. ” you shake your head as you look at him, he looks at you with such a saddened expression that it almost made you sob. “ i'll be fine... eventually. ”

ash shakes his head, he stops the car and the song that accompanied the both of you stopped too.

“ look. ” he drapes an arm around his car seat, turning to look at you. “ we will never be fine. ”

you frown, confused.

“ and that's cool! i mean. ” he laughs with no fun behind it. “ the shit we saw? the crap we lived? ” he shakes his head, looking down at his lap. “ it would drive anyone nuts. ”

you chuckle, nodding your head, looking at him with a fondness that you missed having.

“ i know. ” you nod, sniffing again as you clean your tears with your dirty hand. “ it's just... i felt alone in that brief moment. ”

ash looks at you, paying attention at your rant, knowing this was uncommon of you.

you always tried to hide your emotions from him.

“ and then, you arrived? ” you shake your head, hiding your mouth behind your hand. “ and i saw someone. i didn't want you to leave. ” you confess.

ash smiles fondly at the memory, even though he considered it to be sad he got to appreciate it. after all, it was the day he found you.

“ and when you told me your own experience, i felt so dumb of feeling bad when you had it worse. ” you don't notice ash shaking his head, denying it, so you continue. “ so i wanted to stay with you so you could teach me how to, just, get over it. ”

you feel tears again.

“ but it never happened. ” you sob hard at the end, covering your face with your hands as ash brings you into a hug. an awkward hug considering where your are and how you are seated (also because ash doesn't know how to give hugs that are comforting) but it made you feel safe nonetheless.

ash' breath on your hair and his hands caressing your back makes your tears fall freely.

after a few minutes of the both of you being like that, you break the hug and look at him with slight red eyes.

“ thank you. ”

ash breathes as he nods and smile. “ i can't have my companion lose her mind too, y'know. ” he turns and goes to his car keys to turn on the car but the sound of your laugh makes him stop. he slightly turns his head to find you laughing, with a glint in your eyes.

“ you are so dumb. ” you sigh out, giggling at the end.

ash doesn't process what he does after.

but he grabs your face with his hands and smashes his mouth on you on a hard kiss, a passionate one that lacks lust (at the moment) but is full of love and endearment.

you, surprisingly to him, return the kiss with your hands on his shoulders.

when the kiss ends, as the both of you need air, you look at each other with raggedy breathing.

he smiles. “ i've been wanting to do that since the week i met you. ”

you teasingly scoff. “ well, you fall hard, don't you, lover boy? ”

“ shut up. ” he says before giving you a small kiss, you chuckle and he does too.

after a few seconds of comfortable silence, he kisses your forehead and says: “ i'm here for you. ”

you close your eyes, enjoying the first act of comfort someone has gave you for a long time and you smile at the knowledge of that person being ash.

“ yeah. ” you open your eyes as he returns to his seat, wearing a dumb smile all the time.

he turns the car on again, the song resuming from where it left.

“ it still doesn't make sense you're a beatles fan though-. ”

“ drop it. ”

#ash williams x reader #evil dead x reader #ash is my lil babygirl and he does what i say he does #i know him better than bruce and sam #/j #ash wouldn't do this- IDGAF

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