#so he makes tea and hopes you understand this action means he's worried about you and cares about you

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ YOU ALREADY HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART (WHICH I HAVE NEVER GIVEN TO YOU) ❞

Gojo Satoru x male!reader | Nanami Kento x male!reader | Sukuna Ryomen x male!reader | Geto Suguru x male!reader | polycule (Satoru x r! x Suguru), polygamy (Satoru x r!, Satoru x Suguru, r! x Satoru, r! x Kento) | Heian Era!Sukuna Ryomen x Heian Era!male!reader | drabble of alternate universes | NOT PROOFREAD

warnings: burn scars, battle scars, grief, derealization, trauma (so much trauma), major character deaths (Satoru, Suguru, Tsumiki, Nanako, Mimiko, Principal Yaga, (Y/N)'s mom), Fushiguro Megumi angst, Junpei mentioned (surprisingly without angst), Itadori Yuji angst (minor), NSFW content for Sukuna's section, implied cannibalism

masterlist; part 1; part 2; part 3; alternate ending; playlist; au's and what if's

authors note: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! The formatting is a bit all over the place but these are straight-up taken from Discord chats I had with Elias, pls. I hope they're not too hard to understand. These are all basically "what ifs" and alternate universes + one section for Heian Period Ryomen Sukuna with a (L/N)'s ancestor! " " = means straight-up copy-pasted so I guess they kinda act as a foreword for each drabble

starting off with some HCs of (Y/N)’s high school years!

(Y/N) thinks Satoru must understand the pain of being the next head of the clan, get trained vigorously, and deal with aching bones and sores. Nope! Satoru’s never dealt with that much less dealt with (Y/N)’s father.

Shoko has a dark sense of humour so she laughs at his dark jokes but (Y/N) does notice the three of them end up pampering him more often.

Satoru buys him food most of the time. Drinks and snacks and ice cream, if (Y/N) gazes at something too long Satoru just tosses it into his cart.

Suguru tends to help him stretch or massage him. He’d even fix (Y/N)’s hair, almost motherly in his actions. He makes sure (Y/N) is presentable, makes sure he doesn’t have to worry because; “Su-Su will fix it~”.

Shoko makes sure (Y/N) is always wound-free. From buying antiseptics to burn relief gels (they all have a travel-sized bottle on their person to be fair). She buys him cigarettes when he needs them and always pokes him in his sides or the back of his head, she made it a habit to use RCT on him just in case he’s in pain but can’t feel it.

"You'd come back to me"

"What if Nanami Kento and (Y/N) survived the Shibuya arc?"

Kento stroked your bangs away and then pressed kisses with every compliment he gave. Your chuckles give him this feeling that if you ever told him "please" he'd give up everything just to hear it again. Kento lightly pushes you away but slips a hand underneath you, tugging his (Y/N) closer. “Kennnnnny."

Usually, Kento doesn’t enjoy nicknames but every time you say it, the world seems bright and sweet. So he noses at your jaw and relishes in the giggles.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with so much sincerity.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Kento grins and presses a searing kiss to your lips.

You are both covered in scars. Nanami’s still pinkish and healing even with the help of socerery and yours still aching and bruised. But nothing about you could be wrong. Because that wasn’t possible. The ring on your hand is cool on his neck as you tilt his head to deepen the kiss. Kento turns and chuckles as you yelp, straddling him now.

“Kento!”

“Yes, my (Y/N)?”

Your eyes soften, and he kisses you again.

"The beach will be more cloudy. We can sit on the porch and I'll make you that milky tea again." He thinks it's a shame the two of you are stuck inside the house. It cannot be helped; his skin was far too sensitive for Malaysia's unapologetic sunny rays and dry heat and although you comfort him by saying your scars are still healing too, he wants nothing more than to pick you up and wash away all the remnants of Shibuya in seawater. "I can make it," he says. "Kento," you press your finger onto his lips, tracing it until you're cupping his face and stroking over his cheekbones. "Let me take care of you." Kento frowns and places his hand over yours, tracing the shape of your healing knuckles and raised scars. "Only if you'll let me do the same, my (Y/N)."

Kento who survived the Shibuya arc is left with a very sensitive wound all over the left side of his body. His hearing is unbalanced and his depth perception is fucked but (Y/N) helps him through all the transitions he goes through.

(Y/N) feels guilty for using his curse technique when it’d been fire that hurt Kento. Who doesn’t use it around Kento or if he does use it, he makes sure the smell is gone and washes his hands, and makes sure Kento can hold him without fear. But Kento doesn’t fear him! Kento figured it out and he just tells (Y/N); “My love, you never need to hide yourself from me…”

Yuji helps Kento with physical therapy. Kento grunts but allows Yuji to hug him when he regains consciousness. Kento who asks Yuji if he’d like to be his ringbearer during their wedding.

(Y/N) who is so nervous to meet Kento’s parents. He knows non-sorcerers and sorcerers don’t have many differences in their daily lives outside of exorcising curses but worries nonetheless. Kento’s mom is bright and jovial, and his father is even more so! (Y/N) is honestly taken aback by how soft-hearted they are and how they thank him for saving Kento. He finds himself loving them so much because they remind him of his mother and how gentle and kind she was.

When he asks for their blessing? He bows but is surprised when Kento’s father blocks his forehead from meeting the floor, blinking away tears when his mother holds his face.

“We’ll gladly take you in as your son, (Y/N),” and they all start crying because (Y/N) is crying, LMAO.

Kento tells (Y/N) he asked for his parent's blessing and he's confused because Kento should never do that - he doesn’t need to ask his father for his blessing but Kento simply says:

“I visited your mom’s grave. I asked for her blessing. I talked to her about how much I love you.”

At their wedding, there are empty seats in the crowd. Seats for their fallen comrades, their loved ones, seats for Tsumiki, Principal Yaga, Yū, Satoru, Suguru, (Y/N)'s mom… (blame Elias for this one)

In regards to (Y/N) seeing Geto Suguru's "body" as he descended into madness: Kento who spots him muttering to himself or staring into space. (Y/N), who after surviving the Shibuya arc, still sees Suguru and now Satoru as well. At times, he even sees Yū, Kento, Megumi, Tsumiki, Yuji, Nobara, Maki, or -His brain constantly makes it hard for him to decipher reality or fiction.

A HC based on Katniss and Peeta: (Y/N) asking Kento, “Real or not real?” when he can't tell reality from fiction.

“You’re alive, real or not real?” “Real.”

“Megumi is still breathing. Real or not real?” “Real, my love. He’s just healing. He’ll wake up soon.”

"...You love me, real or not real?" "Real, my love."

When Fushiguro Megumi wakes up:

When Megumi recovers he cries. Openly cries, sobs, and wails as he begs for forgiveness from everyone around him. (Y/N) literally rushed into the room which made Megumi flinch, yelling at him to stay away because he killed his father (Satoru), his sister, and everyone else Ryomen Sukuna had killed. But (Y/N) just holds him and holds him and holds him. Megumi finds it hard to piece his brain together after what Sukuna has done so Yuji helps. Yuji asks Kento for advice because Megumi and (Y/N) are lowkey in the same boat-ish.

Megumi who begs for forgiveness because Sukuna had done unspeakable things to (Y/N) just to make him his concubine and (Y/N) just comforts his son.

When Megumi is strong enough they go to Suguru and Satoru’s graves. There are no bodies but they buried the things that they treasured. Their wedding ring rests where Satoru would have along with Megumi and Tsumiki’s childhood drawings, pictures, and Suguru’s hairband and button. The flip phone was full of memories and high school photographs - his wedding picture too. He rests beside Geto Suguru, whose grave is filled with his daughter's belongings and the flip phone he kept too, the creased photograph of himself with Satoru, (Y/N) and Shoko. Tsumiki, Nanko and Mimiko are next to their fathers. Megumi cries as his knees give out, his only family left, his dad; (Y/N), just comforts him as much as he can. His precious boy, his beautiful son... They visit as often as they can, telling tales of their days, their weeks, and their months. Soon enough, it will be less painful for them to visit that hill. It'll be scenic and they'll no longer curse at the heavens for all this loss. They'll hate that they're no longer the same person their loved ones had seen, hate the wrinkles and the greying hair and the way they couldn't grow old together. Hate that they've been alive longer than them when they feel like they don't deserve to be. But one day it'll stop and they'll take it as a blessing to grow this old, knowing they'll see their family soon enough with so many stories to tell.

"And isn't it just so pretty to think? All along there was some invisible string, tying to you me?"

"You know - in every universe, Satoru falls in love with Suguru and (Y/N). In a few universes, their love is not tragic. In this special few, Satoru does not use (Y/N) for honor. Suguru comes back after his betrayal,l and (Y/N) and Kento defend his rights as a human. Satoru has (Y/N) help him with Suguru’s rehabilitation, and Kento helps Suguru with his clashing ideology. In the special few, Megumi is still beloved by YN but he doesn’t fear betrayal, and love just needs love to be perfect. Uncle (Y/N) cherishes Tsumiki and Megumi and Uncle Kento who teaches them how to be kind and responsible. Mimiko and Nanako learn how to befriend Tsumiki and Megumi!”

(Y/N) would've become a teacher like Satoru! Kento sends him to and from. He pouted so much when Kento knew Yuji was alive but forgave him. (Y/N) invited Yuji to eat homemade lunch and dinners in their home, and Yuji pretended not to feel himself tremble; a homemade meal was eaten around a dining table.

Yuji, who never had such an experience before; and who craves familial bonds; can’t stop shoveling food in his mouth because he keeps grinning too hard -

And when Junpei is brought back alive? (Y/N) takes to him like a moth to a flame. He volunteers to help Junpei, to house him, and bares his teeth at the higher-ups who dare take the boy from him.

Junpei wakes up to Kento cooking breakfast and (Y/N) who makes tea. Junpei gasps as (Y/N) opens up a movie and invites him to watch with him. Junpei relishes Kento’s words of advice for his newfound curse technique.

Junpei cries into the pillows and gets surprised when (Y/N) comforts him, telling him he misses his mother too, and lets (Y/N) hug him.

Junpei stares at himself in the mirror when Shoko heals his cigarette scars, brushing back his bangs confidently for the first time.

Junpei who bonds with Megumi about having shikigamis! Who Nobara (affectionately) bullies and toughens up! Maki is reminded of Yuta every time, and Inumaki chuckles at her face. Panda just loves being his senpai but keeps pushing Junpei away from him when Junpei tries to touch his fur -

Satoru and Suguru come over with Mimiko, Nanako, Tsumiki, and Megumi to their home. Yuji and Junpei picked out the movie (it’s obviously Human Earthworm - all 4 movies). The Gojo-Geto’s brought snacks and drinks, and the Nanami’s made their home so cozy and warm.

"Tell me you belong to me"

Heian Era Sukuna and the ancestor of the (L/N) clan, his only male concubine which he adored so much it caused his unending.

As a foreword (just a fan theory I adored not canon at all): "The theory that Sukuna keeps CTs within his Malovent Shrine (hence, in my fic, it’s why the (L/N) clan never flourished. Sukuna took their innate technique and left them with a CT so strong none of them had enough will-power to master). It’s not confirmed but in the Jogo fight, he says “open” and all of a sudden he can use a flame CT???" "This is basically an AU of (Y/N)'s ancestor, lmao."

They sacrificed (Y/N) to Ryomen Sukuna and gave him their prince who came to him with a sharp glare and dirtied with bruises and cuts.

“You wrap my gift so carelessly?” Sukuna drawls out.

(Y/N) is bound and gagged. His hair must have been in an impressed top knot, now a mess that spills from his shoulders.

Uruame shifts next to him and they grip (Y/N)'s cheeks to inspect him.

What a beautiful man, they think with mild surprise, it was no wonder he was chosen as a sacrifice.

But, Sukuna wants him. So, he adds his first male concubine to his harem. (Y/N) is scrubbed clean, dressed to the nines, and made to look like a doll. His face was painted, his hair brushed, his nails trimmed, and his skin moisturized.

Ryomen Sukuna is a monster with a picky tongue. Despite his greed, he only eats refined meats and fights the strongest sorcerers.

Sukuna doesn’t “love” his concubine but he favors him. That much, (Y/N) can tell. When he plays the biwa or recites sutras and haikus, Sukuna is ever so attentive. When (Y/N) bows and sits next to Lord Sukuna to feed him his meals, he finds those big hands holding him in one way or another.

When he takes (Y/N) as a “woman”, he is not gentle. Uruame is the one to prepare him. They provided him with oils and aromatic smoke to ease him, not out of the kindness of their hearts but for their Lord’s pleasure. (Y/N) swears he nearly rips taking his size but Sukuna spreads his legs and pushes in deeper and (Y/N) gasps, his tears like diamonds as he pleads for his Lord to grant him mercy.

Sukuna does. It surprises himself. But he does.

Maybe Sukuna will never understand the word love because he tells himself he’s never loved. Or maybe, he confuses it with ownership and cruelty - because it’s obvious he loves (Y/N).

He’s unfair to all but him.

He is still the King of Curses, a cruel tyrant, but (Y/N) is someone who calms his wrath with ease.

When they made that Binding Vow for (Y/N)'s curse technique to be given to Sukuna in exchange for Sukuna not being able to kill off his clan. He had thought to give YN another curse technique. But then, after (Y/N) learns Sukuna murdered a huge chunk of his clan, (Y/N) plans for his betrayal.

(Y/N) seeing the shock on Sukuna’s face as he gets sealed away, feeling the God's disdain weigh on his bones as he breaks the Binding Vow - he weeps for Sukuna despite knowing how horrible he is.

(Y/N) marries and his bloodline continues on, but there’s this terrible desire to be loved. It persists in every one of them. This ache that the King of Curses had left. This magnetism that power holds over the (L/N) clan.

In another universe, where (Y/N) finds no love in Satoru nor Kento, but Sukuna?

How delighted would the King of Curses be to see his concubine so willing for him? The King of Curses would have a harem of women. But the one man? Oh, he’s beloved. His room is closest to Sukuna’s, his appetite always filled and his bookshelves overflowing. Uruame enjoys his presence, tending to him personally and making him food as well.

(Y/N) who takes a liking to human flesh. Who finds himself ignoring the screams of tortured men and women, and only curls his nose in distaste when Sukuna wants to consume “soft” flesh.

Who grins so serenely in his King’s lap, who can’t decide which mouth he prefers on him or which hand is his favourite. Sukuna loves to be fed by (Y/N) and does the same to him.

Who learns how to please Sukuna’s cocks all by himself. Who has servants prep him open only to be killed right after - but what a privilege they had, to have Sukuna’s concubine mewl around their fingers.

Sukuna loves watching him ride, loves seeing the bulge in his stomach, the twinge of pain on his face. He loves sticking his tongue out (the one on his stomach) to lick at (Y/N)’s cock and (Y/N) yelps every time.

At times, you’ll find his precious concubine so stunning after a night of pleasure you’d stare. Each time, Uruame is there to gauge their eyes out.

Their master's toy is his alone after all.

"What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes"

polycule of satosugu x yn!

Satoru thinks he’s selfish. He knows that marrying (Y/N) fulfills duty and honour but in doing so it would be cruel for the boy. On the other hand, marrying Suguru was completely out of the realm of possibilities no matter how hard he insists.

His personal feelings about them both confuse him too.

Satoru loves Suguru. Satoru loves (Y/N).

You could imagine the relief 16-year-old Gojo Satoru felt when (Y/N) blushed at Suguru’s soft-spoken voice or when Suguru caught himself staring at (Y/N)’s lips for too long in a conversation.

In this AU - Satoru never dated Suguru, he instead gathered the two of you and just announced his feelings.

It was choppy waters to navigate through, among the political aspects of a marriage and teenage emotions and deadly missions.

But the three of you made it work. This relationship was among three men who fulfilled honour, duty, and love. Who only needed each other to feel filled.

A polyamorous marriage wasn’t taboo, it was just outdated, still with Gojo Satoru and Gojo (Y/N) both insisting that Geto Suguru would be their husband after Satoru became the head of the Gojo clan. It wasn’t as though they could be refused now.

In this AU, Suguru would not betray his husbands though not without thinking of it. He simply tightened his hold on the rings before he brought the twins back home and his heart softened as he saw them tend to the girls.

What a rowdy household. The children are so loved that they cannot fathom love doesn’t exist.

Satoru who will sigh and embrace his husbands out of the blue.

“You’re beautiful,” he’ll tell (Y/N) as he cups his face while the poor man is simply reading some document at the dining table. “Our husband is beautiful, Suguru!”

Suguru immediately gets drowsy whenever your fingers thread through his hair, and chuckles when you trace his features as he’s about to wake.

Gods, seeing you and Satoru hold onto your children’s hands as all of you walk together in a park makes thoughts of those dark summers dissipate into nothing.

Satoru sleeps in the center of your California king-sized bed. He simply refuses any other spot.

The Tokyo School has its hands full of the Gojo’s. From the husbands to their 3 children with rambunctious abilities.

When Tsumiki got cursed...it was an emotional day for everyone. Suguru swore he’d do anything to break it while Nanako and Mimiko yelled and yelled, Megumi just sobbing into your chest.

The girls visit her often, talking to her as they fix her hair and ensure she’s comfortable. Megumi appreciates their care as he silently stares from the corner.

Oh, breakfasts are always bustling.

The children are spoiled just as much as Satoru’s husbands are.

What a terrifying trio you are - abilities powerful beyond the curve!

Shoko always takes a few shots before heading over to celebrate holiday dinners, lmao.

She understands that you three enjoy asking about her love life though all three of you were made to kneel in apology as she glared after Satoru and you “accidentally” found the woman she’d been seeing.

Suguru rolls his eyes every time Satoru and you stroke the dragon spirit's snout or compliment the spear-wielding spirit.

While they bring burn-relief medication for you, Satoru and you ensure to bring snacks to wash away the foul taste of curses for Suguru and Suguru and you always have extra blindfolds and painkillers for Satoru.

Yuta grew flustered as he found out the three of you were together. He had honestly thought Suguru was cheating on Satoru with you but Maki’s scoff of “disgust” and her brief explanation made his face bloom into fifty shades of red.

Yuji would honestly not care - he’d be surprised at first but bounce back rather quickly (although Ryomen Sukuna would certainly have his comments).

ANGST TIME!

The Shibuya arc would be very different of course, though wouldn’t it just be delightful if Kenjaku managed to grab (Y/N) and force his husband to see Ryomen Sukuna not only take over their son’s body but see their husband get claimed by another?

Delicious angst, me thinks.

"But I just wanna stop right next to you, if I could my dream? I just wanna stop right next to you."

polygamous marriage (?) of Satosugu and kentoYN!

In this AU, (Y/N) and Satoru would feel so guilty for letting their eyes wander to their significant future husbands.

It’s not as though they don’t love each other but there’s this societal norm of monogamy and despite never getting physical with Suguru/Kento the emotional aspect still makes them feel like they’re doing something dirty.

It wasn’t fair to anyone.

Shoko dryly mumbling about polygamy had Satoru and you instantly perking up.

You loved Suguru and Satoru liked Kento - but neither of them wanted to be in a relationship with each other. So this arrangement of Satoru’s boyfriend and (Y/N)’s boyfriend honestly worked. It was confusing at first but it worked.

When Satoru married Suguru and you married Kento, it was a joyous event. A double wedding!

A rowdy household once again, Satoru insisted on living on the same land just with multiple “sections”. Even if this was a polycule, I’d imagine solitude from one another is still appreciated after all. The house was built from the ground up and it was a labour of love to ensure all four of you (and your kids) would have their own slice of heaven.

Kento adores you, the rings on your fingers, and the home you share.

Satoru adores you as well, never once making you feel as though this is a competition.

Both Satoru and you are fair to each other and your respective husbands. Never favouring the other or anything that would make them feel like a “glorified side chick.”

The kids aren’t confused at all.

Although they did have to adjust to call which father what.

They settled with Dad (you), Papa (Suguru), Pa (Kento), and Father (Satoru - only to annoy him.) Sometimes the four of you will have to play it by ear since they just use “daddd!” interchangeably.

Shoko still takes shots before she heads over to go to holiday dinners.

The students are also not confused. Yuta got a bit flustered but Suguru just informed him about it and Yuta felt less anxious - he genuinely thought Satoru was cheating on (Y/N) when he walked in on Satoru and Suguru making out in an empty classroom.

You’d honestly just giggle at Yuta’s face when he told you this which made him more confused while Suguru gave him the mercy to pat his head.

Yuji would think it’d be so cool that such a dynamic worked.

Nanako and Mimiko as Tokyo High students make my heart soar - Megumi has his older sisters tease him relentlessly whenever their schedules overlap (they always do).

#s3thwrit3sstuff #gojo satoru x male reader #geto suguru x male reader #nanami kento x male reader #ryomen sukuna x male reader #jjk x you #jjk x yn #jjk x reader #jjk x male reader #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader

[stellar-constellations]

Uppermoon trio+Muzan Kibutsuji with a sick!female s/o headcanons? :3 (as in her getting sick with the flu or cold, having a fever..anything really)

Muzan + the Upper Moon trio with a Sick! Fem! reader

Ask and thou shall receive.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Muzan:

        Muzan doesn't like that you're sick. He might be a little snappy, but he's really worried for your health. He remembers during his human life he was plagued by sickness his whole life, so he's a bit fearful that you've caught something that will leave you bedridden for the rest of your life (which, he might be thinking it'll be a short life because of the sickness).

        Even when he gets a grip and diagnoses you with the common cold, he still ponders the idea of your death, so he's a bit doting on you. Yes, it makes it a bit hard to rest up, but you can understand his concerns. In your time and world, sickness is extremely common and a main cause of death. 

        He even goes as far as to thinking if you'll die, he'll never replace you with another wife, his go-to human disguise would be a widowed old man. He feels that it'd be disrespectful to your memory for him to have the audacity to replace you with a wife that could never be you. You were his first love and will be his last, human or demon, that doesn't matter to him.

        Muzan might have a sharper tongue than usual, clicking his tongue when you ask something of him, or complaining about how long you've had your high fever, but his actions will always speak what he really means to say. 

        He's more gentle than usual. He won't let you out of bed that way you can rest and he'll personally go outside and get you soup (considering it's probably the best you can eat without throwing up). He could get another demon to do it, but he doesn't trust a demon to satisfy your humans needs, not like he could. 

Kokushibo: 

        Kokushibo is a bit more on the calm side. He does worry about if you'd die or not, but his intuition tells him that you won't, so it's more laid-back. He would act like you're not sick, the only time he decides to take responsibility of nurturing you back to health was when you stood up to go to the bathroom and fainted (luckily, he caught you before you hit your head). 

        He won't allow you to stand up after that and he'll make sure you're hydrated with enough blankets (if it's too hot, he'll tell you that sweating helps fight the sickness). He might make you soup if you beg him enough, but it's a slim chance. 

        He doesn't look like it with how quiet he is, but he's silently observing your symptoms and looking for any increase or decrease of severity along with any new or old symptoms fading/appearing. The only way you can actually tell is because of how he's staring at you more than what he's doing (either cleaning his katana or reading a book).

        Kokushibo might read his books to you if you ask. There's not much for you to do other than sleep, so he supposes he can entertain your little request (no, he won't change his voice to match each character's dialogue in the book). 

        Kokushibo will gladly enjoy hot tea with you in hopes that you can sleep so he can enjoy peace and quiet reading his book without hearing you cough or sneeze (he also doesn't want to read anymore to you, stop telling him to do voices for the characters). 

Douma:

        Douma sees this as exciting! You're bedridden and you get to spend the entire day with him, how fun! He'd try to see if he can get sick too (he knows he can't, he just wants to piss you off by drinking your beverages and cuddling up to you). 

        Douma will cuddle up to you and claim he's trying to keep you warm, but because of his Cryokinetic Blood Demon Art, it makes his body run cold and he just makes you feel like you're hanging out in an ice lake instead of your bed. 

        If you're coughing and sneezing awfully a lot, he'll bring his cult followers in and act like you're dying so that they'd get worried, then to laugh and say it's a joke. He'll ask them to help diagnose you so they know what's wrong. He'll tell his followers to fetch medicine and to cook soup while he warms (freezes) you up. 

        You can't even sleep and get rest because of how noisy he is. Douma will talk to you about everything and anything. He'll bother you every five minutes and ask if you're feeling better or if your symptoms have changed. It's okay to kick him out of your room so you can sleep.

        Douma's not exactly worried because if you do end up dying, he'll just turn you into a demon so you can forever be by his side. You'll be his most favored follower for all of time, you really can't resist. 

Akaza:

        Akaza doesn't like you being sick. He doesn't like how much it drains your personality and strength and urges you to get plenty of rest. He'd be extra gentle and worried, he feels like he's seen this sight before but he's not exactly sure where. 

        He's the most helpful out of all the demons. Water, soup, a trash can, a wet towel, blankets, warm pajamas, a fan—he has it all prepared for you. He wants you to gain your strength as fast as possible that way you're not in a such a vulnerable state like you are now.

        Akaza might bring (kidnap) a doctor from a nearby village to ensure that your condition isn't severe. Don't worry, he'll make sure the doctor will be female. He doesn't trust the male human species, from what he's seen from them in his era, he finds that they lack self-control and use their strength to prey against the weak (like a certain rainbow-eyed demon).

        Akaza would rather talk with you when you're awake, he doesn't exactly enjoy reading much (why doesn't the main character just punch the man who poisoned his wife?). But if you ask him, he'll find a book in your house and read it to you (he finds it silly that you want the characters to have their own voices, but he'll change his voice for you as long as it helps you recover quicker). 

        He'll ask if you want to become a demon. He promises he'll stay by your side for life, help you get strong to where you can beat any demon and human and you won't get sick again! That's for you to decide. 

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Compromise  With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: An anon requested angst, and who would I be not to deliver? This one took a while, apologies for the wait. Thank you so much for all the recent love, it means so much. I hope you enjoy.

TW: Descriptions of injury, arguing, suicidal ideation(?), Lockwood being a self-absorbed prick :)

Summary: The one where you and Anthony are at odds, and there seems to be little room for reconciliation. 

Taglist: @sunshineangel-reads @fox-bee926 @helpmelmao @galactidiot  @soupsaurus @nekee-lilac02​ (Tagged ppl who seemed to like my last story, lmk if you want to be removed <3)

       Lockwood isn’t accustomed to your anger. 

Well...That’s not entirely true. You have a bit of a short fuse, sometimes. Accustomed to your occasional irritance, sure. He fancies teasing you, pushing your buttons for the sake of admiring the way your nose scrunches up, how you huff that ever-stubborn strand of hair from your vision. 

This, though. Whatever this is, it’s different. You’re practically seething as you search around the lamp-lit kitchen. Booming thunder and relentless London rain the only noise accompanying your movement. That and the boot shackled around your left foot, which thumps pitifully as you rummage the first aid kit. He feels like a disobedient child sat in the headmistress’ office. Ragged hair still damp from the rain after a grueling mission. One that’s left a nasty gash across his forearm, having been forced into a picture frame in the midst of fighting a vengeful type two. 

George and Lucy had long gone off to bed. A brisk debrief over a final cup of tea before slugging off to their respective bedrooms. Luckily, your bastard of a boyfriend had suffered the only injury. You’d missed all the action considering your current state, though that hadn’t ceased the fierce beating of your heart as you slumped into the seat in front him. Drawing the oil lamp nearer for better light as you motion for his arm. He obeys immediately, silently, face pulled with the kind of tension only present when he’s really worried. 

Good. You honestly hope he’s terrified. Serves him right. Your tense mood is not only due to his ailment, but the lingering frustration from your argument earlier in the evening. 

**************

“Absolutely not. You’re not coming along on any missions ‘til that boot is off.” 

“Anthony, I’ll be alright. I’ve been getting around the house just fine so far!” “You shouldn’t even be on it as much as have been.” He’s got the audacity to scoff, almost amused. “More stress will only make the healing process longer.” You cross your arms, looking toward your bag-clad friends for support. 

“We should check on the cab.” Lucy offers a tight-lipped smile as George nods, ushering her out the front door before you can direct your anger toward them.

“You said yourself this case is going to be especially touch sensitive. That the client reported how evasive the problem was. Sight and sound won’t be as useful.” 

“Precisely. Perfect that George is coming along, yes?” Your eyes narrow at his condescension, you’d grown tired of his babying ever since your incident two cases ago. It felt like ages since you’d been in the field. 

“George will be too preoccupied with all the evidence! I won’t even go further than a few feet from the threshold. Just let me get a feel of things so I can-” 

“I said no, y/n. It’s final.” 

“Says who?”

“Says the leader of this company.” You choke a laugh, tossing your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud. 

“Right, yes. The one who makes all the calls?” 

“Sounds about right.” His brown eyes narrow in challenge, frustrated you’re failing to understand he’s only trying to keep you safe. 

“Same one who made the call we go into the Hope residence without well-rounded research? The case we rushed into without enough information and it ended with me on house arrest?” It’s a low blow, undoubtedly. A twinge of wounded guilt flashes across his face before the venom seeps back in. Lump in his throat burning horribly before he swallows it to dissipation. 

“Same one who knows if things go South this time ‘round you’ll only slow us down.” Your stomach twists with the distaste in his tone, vision blurring with tears as he turns toward the door. Jumping as it slams shut and takes him with it. 

********

“Won’t need stitches.” You note simply, surveying the wound gently. He nods, shoulders straightening in preparation for the oncoming pain. “Still some glass debris, I’ll have to take it out.” He’s lucky, from what it looks like the gash could have been much worse. 

“I can manage it just fine on my own.” You bite your tongue. In the year’s biggest plot twist, Anthony Lockwood insists on suffering alone in lieu of his own pride. 

“You can’t. You’re not risking any more damage to the arm that wields your rapier. Just let me.” He doesn’t listen, of course. Pinching the tweezers in his grasp and looming forward to get a better look. Dizzying at the sight, he’s not strong enough to prohibit you from taking them back. Pushing at his shoulder so he’ll relax against the chair. 

It’s not your typical bedside manner. Usually when injuries happen its gentle touches and muttered sorries or other affections. Soft and kind. 

The intruding thought pulls Lockwood’s frown deeper. The throbbing in his arm practically minuscule to the war zone in his mind. It’s awful...He misses you and yet you’re a mere foot away. 

His fist clenches as the tweezers near his skin once more, hand taking hold of your wist to cease the uncontrollably trembling of your appendage.

“Love-”

“Shush, I can do it.” You take a deep breath. Wordlessly combatting your conflicting emotions with slow, calculated inhales. You’re an agent. You’ve trained for this. Though the textbooks help little with the patching up tactics when it’s someone you love, when you’re at such odds.

You approach again, steady this time. He sucks his teeth at the particularly intricate extractions, but remains still for you. You move with as much efficiency as possible. Trying to remove the person from the wound, just as the books suggest. Though it’s nearing impossible with his eyes trained on you. Trying to steal every thought from your mind as if they’re his own. 

When you’re applying sterile gauze after thorough disinfection, he finds the courage to speak. 

“Thank you.” He clears his throat after it falters...From emotion or lack of use, you aren’t sure. Doesn’t matter, honestly. You’re still keen on grilling him. 

“George said you followed it up the stairs without telling him and Luce.”

“I was in a hurry. Wouldn’t have found its’ source in time if I hadn't.” You don't event try to conceal the roll of your eyes. Anger sinking back in as you collect the wrappers on the table and toss them into the bin. 

“So you’re allowed to be reckless on the job as long as nobody else is?”

“Reckless. I’d argue, is an exaggeration.” 

“Exaggeration? Christ, you’re impossible.”

“Yeah?” He stands as you do, holding his wounded arm to his stomach as he leans against the counter. “How’s that?”

“You’re fine with breaking protocol so long as you’re the one doing it. Putting yourself at risk any chance you get without a second thought. It’s maddening!” 

“And how do you suppose you got yourself in that boot?”

“Not by beckoning death! Mine was an accident, Anthony. I swear, sometimes it’s like you want to get yourself killed!”

“You don’t-”

“No! I’m not finished.” You step toward him, jabbing a finger into his chest to accentuate your wrath. “You have people depending on you. People that care about you, love you to bits. And you’d rather spend the better half of missions taunting death than preventing it. If you wanted to be so fucking careless, you shouldn’t have made me fall in love with you. Now here we are, both vexed and in varying casts because of you can’t seem to understand the sanctity of your own life.”

He knew that much had been true. Lockwood would risk just about anything in a case so long as it granted him victory. Hadn’t that been in the fine print, though? Guaranteed in this line of work? So long as you were granted this talent, this curse, you had a responsibility to utilize it to the best of its ability.

“Sweetheart.” It’s strained, nearly a beg with the amount of exhaustion ridden in his tone. “We can continue this tomorrow. Let’s go to bed, please.”

“I can’t,” his knuckles go white with their grip on the cold countertop as you hurriedly wipe at your eyes. “I can’t go to bed angry with you.” 

“Then don’t.” He takes one, two careful strides toward you. Fingers pinching at your elbow in an attempt to satisfy the burning need to hold you. “Let’s forgive each other for the next seven hours. Then you can go on hating me, okay?” You huff a laugh, forehead instinctively pressing to his chest. He bathes in it as long as you’ll allow, pulling back seconds later and headed toward your room with him in tow.

********

Anthony’s eyes follow your frame as you approach the stove. Taking the cup of tea he’s prepared for you and taking your usual seat between him and George. He pushes your chair out with his foot to allow you easier access, nudging a plate of buttered toast your way. It’s not an apology, not even an olive branch. Lockwood simply refuses to cease these small acts of service no matter how angry you are with one another. It’s practically instinctual at this point, second nature. His brows furrow when you let out a relieved exhale once sat. Joining along your accomplices’ conversation about your ongoing case he’s drowned out momentarily in order to observe you.

“It hurts, doesn't it,” he unknowingly interrupts George’s spiel, “your foot.” 

“Only a bit. Just this morning.” It’s a meek defense. An evident dismissal so as not to prove his bench-warming call the right one. 

“You’ve been on it too much.” 

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” 

“You’re not. And if you had just listened-”

“Are we really starting this up again, right here?” Your eyes bore daggers into his frame. Doing your best to conceal your rage in leui of your dear bystanders beside you. Theres a few beats of silence, a moment of peace before the sorry fuck plates the nail in the coffin.

 “George, any word of upcoming cases? The sooner we leave for the day, the better.” Your chair scrapes against the hardwood as soon as he’s finished, silverware trembling as you force yourself upward. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” It’s practically a whisper, ridden with rage and overwhelming upset. His brown eyes meet yours, cold and distant. Completely unfamiliar. 

“So you like to think.” He quips, eyes following your form as you exit the kitchen twice as quick as you came in. There’s silence again, impossibly more awkward than before. 

“Dick move, Lockwood.”

“Stay out of it, Luce.”

“She’s right. Real dickish move there.” 

“George-”

“Right. Staying out of it.” 

*******

Lockwood prides himself for a lot of things. Communication, definitively, has never been one of them. 

How’s he supposed to explain it’s easier to put himself in front of the all the danger you face? That the rest of you need each other much more than you need him. 

That he’d rather die than lose someone again. 

He’s quiet as he creeps in, the usual love-lorn quip forgotten as he enters your shared bedroom. You’d been laying in bed, had been since breakfast. You weren’t usually one to sulk, but you were still in pain and definitely still angry. At your boyfriend, this damned boot, the world. 

“Word is your boyfriend’s been a right prick, lately. I’m hoping this can be my opportunity to stake my claim. If you’re cutting him out, that is.” He’s kneeling at the bedside, chin pressing into his forearms as he supports his head. You can feel his heat from here, hate how it weakens your cold resolve. His fingertip traces the skin on your back where your shirts ridden up, a ghost of a small passing his lips when you shudder. You’re pulling up the duvet, ceasing his touch while a trace of you wishes it hadn’t. 

You can’t see any hint of amusement leave his features. The dim of his eyes and the stutter of his heart. He swallows, subconsciously shuffling nearer. The need to be close growing tenfold. 

“Lovely, will you look at me?” Lockwood can’t help but cringe at how desperate it sounds. Whispered, rushed, fragile. Every indication he cares much more than he’s used to. 

He almost wishes he had’t asked. Dread consuming him when you turn to face him, tear stained cheeks and blotchy eyes. Lashes stuck together with moisture, blinking slow and strained. “Darling.” Is all he can manage, wounded and hushed. It makes you want to cry even more. 

“Why can’t you see I’m worried about you?” You croak out, voice strained and scratchy. His knuckles brush the moisture from under your eyes, brows furrowed with an expression you can’t quite read. 

“I do.” He wets his lips, “I see that.” An implication of I see you and I’m sorry. He’s never been good at apologies, but this time you need one. You need something, anything more than the breadcrumbs he drops. The urge to invite him in plagues your mind, broken expression tugging at your heart strings. You know better than to brush this one off, it’ll only have the same conflict arising again and lead to resentment. The realization reforms the burning lump in your throat, vision blurring with fresh tears. 

“I just-we need space.” Don’t we? Lockwood rears back, mustering up resolve he doesn’t have. You don’t mean indefinitely, you don’t mean a breakup, he knows that. Doesn’t make the words burn any less. 

“Okay, fine then.” If that’s what you really want.

He’s grabbing the dog-eared magazine at your bedside before you can say anything else. He hesitates at the door knob, begging to force himself to turn around and plead. Anthony Lockwood’s ego is somewhere near the sun, but its no match for how he feels about you. 

*******

You know when you suddenly become conscious of blinking? And it starts to feel a little odd, manual instead of automatic? You can almost forget what it was like to not have to consciously do it...

Breathing is kind of like that too

At least, that’s what Lockwood thinks when he’s sure he’s suffocating. 

His heart thrums so roughly against his chest he’s sure it’ll burst. He wonders who’d find him, huddled in the corner of the library. Cold and lifeless. He must be trembling, it feels as though the whole ground is vibrating, or-sinking. Swallowing him entirely. 

Then there was the pounding. His head, yes. There’s a dull throbbing at the base of his skull. But this is different. A rhythmic thumping approaching. Closing in on him, eager to push him into the sinking floor to meet his imminent demise. 

You’re in the kitchen. Leaning over the sink, eyes trained on the tap filling up your glass. The bed feels empty without him. And sure, you’d probably sent a clear ‘fuck off to the couch’ message with your latest conversation...But it hadn’t made falling asleep without him any easier. 

You’re taking a deep breath in, preparing for a right pitiful sigh when you hear it. Some sort of squeaking. Your head cocks to the side, discarding the glass in search of its origin. Surely one of the sources wasn’t acting up, that’d be right terrifying when you’re alone. It leads you toward the study, louder and more frequent as you draw closer. 

It’s when you cross the threshold do you see him. Tall frame curled into the corner as hiccuped gasps rack his frame. 

He scoots impossibly closer to the wall as you approach. Dropping to your knees and lifting his face to study him. A foreign sheen of panic clouds over his eyes, sending your stomach turning. 

“Anthony, it’s me. I’m here, I’m right here.” 

You’ve coached him through as many panic attacks as he’s allowed throughout the years. The first time, in academy, you were sure he was choking. A plate of biscuits strewn over the floor as he gasped for breath. 

They’re unpredictable, no matter how many times you’ve handled them. He needs something different almost every time to snap him out of it. Though it’s mostly physical touch. 

“C-cant breathe.” Your boot thumps as you draw closer, eliciting another wince from him. Clutching into the fabric of his shirt as if trying to pull it free. You undo his tie and the first couple buttons, grabbing at the sides of his face in a desperate attempt to get him to focus on you. 

“Anthony please, listen to me. I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it you just push at me, alright?” A curt, gasping nod in understanding before you’re enveloping him in an embrace. Squeezing so tight you can feel his panicked heart thrumming against your chest. It makes you want to cry and scream and hold him even tighter. Willing his pain away with all of your might. 

It’s not working this time ‘round. He can’t seem to collect himself despite your efforts. You pull away, fearing your persistence will only send him further spiraling. But he’s tugging you to him again. Arms tight around your waist as he buries himself into your neck. 

“Dont. D-don’t go. Don’t leave.” The usual cool and collected tone is manipulated to something unrecognizable. Rasped and unsure. 

It’s then you remember the look in his eyes when you’d dismissed him. The abandonment he’s feared his entire life. The little boy who forced himself to stay awake all those lonely nights, just in case he heard the lock turn and the front door open to bring them home. His adamant refusal to ignore your connection for years in lieu of protecting his broken heart. 

“Hey, look at me.” You’re pulling him back by the sides of his hide, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Lockwood, I’m not going anywhere. Doesn’t matter how angry I am,” you wince when he hiccups a sob. “Doesn’t matter how much you try to push me away.” He shakes his head, something short of a disbelieving chuckle passing his trembling lips. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here. With you, always. You understand?” He manages to nod, an inkling of solace flashing across his form.

“Just breathe, Anthony. In…and hold…and out” 

Your words sound a mantra in his mind. Your scent flooding his senses, skin on his bringing him back to reality. A morsel of relief prodding its way in as you caress the sides of his face and up into his hair. 

“I’m sorry.” He swallows, focusing on formulating the words. “I know I haven’t said it. Never say it enough.” Shaky arms wrap tighter around your waist, keeping you close. Afraid you’ll disappear despite your affirmations. 

“Consider yourself forgiven.” You bite back a smile when the tension unknowingly spills out of his body. Frame drooping with undoubted relief at the simple words. “I love you. Even when you’re a right prick.” 

“I know.” He pulls you so you’re between his legs. Your back against his bent appendage and your own pair over his other outstretched one. Right side of your body pressing against his chest. You try to push away, unable to fight his affections off despite his weakened state. 

“See? Right prick, you are.” 

“Shush. You know bloody well I love you.” He presses a kiss to your temple, smoothing over your hair and gaging your reaction. Still catching his breath from before. “I know I don’t say that enough either.” He’s quiet then, brown eyes looking to yours with such sincerity your breath catches in your throat. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.” 

“That’s sort of what I’m afraid of, if you don’t recall.” You’re both solemn then. Your fingers intertwining with his in a familiar dance. He can only hum, swallowing thickly. 

“What if,” his eyes rake your frame. Studying you again. “What if you came along the next assignment?” You light up at that, searching his features for jest. 

“Really?”

“Just outside. Making sure we’re all alright. And I don’t go off getting myself killed.”

“But-” 

“Dove.” The nobility in his tone finds him again. A subtle warning. “This is me. Anthony Lockwood, attempting a compromise.” You bite back an abashed smile at his raised brows, urging surrender. 

“Noted.” You fiddle with the cool, silver ring adorning his index finger. “I get to select the case, then.”

“Alright.” 

“And I get to intervene if things go South.” 

“Absolutely not.”

“Figured that was ambitious.” 

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Mere curiosityノ由☆

(Professor) Ominis Gaunt x Dark gn!reader ((((ヽ(;^^)/

Summary: A month after asking Professor Sallow questions on horcruxes, (Y/N) goes to their other Professor, Professor Ominis Gaunt, for further answers, but when Gaunt amps the pressure on your so called 'curiosity' it takes all the strength for you not to reveal your true intentions.

A/n: Hello lovelies I have decided to make a part 2 of this fic check it out to make sure you understand this one. I am thinking of making this into a series, let me know what you think!

Warnings: angst, horcruxes, dark magic, non-con (binding soul to someone).

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Professor Gaunt was enjoying a nice cup of tea when he had heard a strong knock at his door.

"Come in!" He called.

He heard soft footsteps of a person entering his office, most likely a student.

"Hello, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could speak to you about something?"

Ah, it was (Y/N) (L/N) thought Ominis, he recalled the conversation he had with Sebastian regarding (Y/N), how they were so fascinated with horcruxes.

Both him and Sebastian agreed to be on the lookout for you, and there were definitely some noticeable changes, there was bags under your eyes, according to Sebastian and Ominis noticed that your previously soft voice now had a rough undertone, you no longer were eager to answer questions in class, only when called out you would give an answer. Sebastian was very worried, but Ominis believed it was just exam stress. O.W.L.S were just around the corner, so it's natural for you to look and act that way. However, it was only when you started to linger in Ominis classes after everyone's gone or come to Ominis office only to never knock and make your presence known, Ominis is worried, it's unnerving.

"Ah, yes, come have a seat," said Ominis.

You sit down, "I wanted to ask you about something that I was reading in the restricted section of the library." You said softly.

Ominis' brows cocked, curious as the Professor continued to sip his tea. "I see, do tell,"

"It was about something called horcruxes," you say lightly.

"Horcruxes..." Ominis' mood immediately dampened at the thought of the object, a slight grimace crossing his face. "Yes, they are real, I assume you know the dangers of Horcruxes?"

"Yes, Professor Sallow told me about them,"

"Ah, yes, Professor Sallow." Ominis' mood lightened back up, a smile formed.

"I hope that he taught you about why you should never make one."

Your left eye twitches for a split second, but Ominis could obviously not see it, "yes, of course, sir."

Ominis tilted his head, not having noticed that look as he said, "I assume you have questions about them?"

Yes, Professor Sallow said that you could only make seven of them as a maximum. What are your opinions on that? You asked eagerly.

"Ah, yes," Ominis thought about his answer, "It is true,"

"Only seven are possible in general, but there are ways to circumvent this."

"How could I-"

"I mean, one could circumvent that?"

Ominis narrowed his eyes. He had noticed your slip up.

"I see, you ask this question as a mere curiosity, right?"

Ominis took his time speaking, wanting to ensure he worded his response correctly as he leaned back.

"One way that I know of is the act of binding your soul to a person." He took a sip of tea. "It is only possible in theory, but one could potentially create unlimited Horcruxes, using other people's souls, but such an action is considered dark and inhumane."

"Binding your soul to a person," you mutter to yourself.

"Does the person have to be willing?"

"No," Ominis paused, debating what he should say.

"The person doesn't have to be willing, no."

"Oh, alright," you sounded, almost relieved to Ominis ears.

"Now, my dear (Y/N), may I ask why you wish to know about this?" Ominis tilted his head.

"You understand the dangers of a Horcrux, don't you? Do you understand the consequences?" Ominis insisted.

"Of course, sir, I'm just a curious person," you say innocently.

"Ah, curiosity is a powerful thing," Ominis paused, "As a Professor, it is my duty to say that it is essential that you don't put other's, your own life in danger, alright, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, sir, I know...." You were glad Professor Gaunt is blind so you could roll your eyes freely.

Ominis looked at you, sensing your eye roll and letting out a small chuckle, causing you to blush.

"Now (Y/N) as a Professor, yes, we want students to be curious and question our teachings, but you have piqued my curiosity."

"How so?" You asked, feeling embarrassed.

"Why are you so interested in Horcruxes to a point of reading about them in the restricted section of the Library?" The Professor folded his fingers, intrigued by the young student.

"Is there something you're searching for?"

"I just crave knowledge sir...there is no reason for you or Professor Sallow to be worried!" You insist.

Ominis nodded his head slowly, "Alright, I do believe you, (Y/N), knowledge is a good thing,"

"May I ask if Professor Sallow knows you have read this book?"

"Yes... I asked questions to him initially, and I just wanted your second opinion."

The Professor sighed and took another sip of his tea, "I see.

"May I ask the reason that you wanted a second opinion? Are you worried Professor Sallow gave the wrong answer or, perhaps, was biased in some way?"

You bit your tongue. Should you lie or tell the truth, you decided that the truth would be better in this case.

"Yes, I do believe he is biased as he is an ex-con, so he is projecting his own feelings and regrets on to me!"

Of course, unlike him, I will not fail, you thought darkly.

Ominis' brows furrowed, hearing the truth, and his eyes darkened.

"Ah, I see. So, you seek to learn, knowing that he was biased. What is your goal (Y/N)?" The Professor paused, wanting to know more about the student.

"Are you searching to create a Horcrux, or is this something more?"

"No, sir, I am just an intelligent student wanting to learn!" Your temper rising.

"Yes, but you are learning about Horcruxes (Y/N)," he said softly, "Horcruxes aren't something students learn for fun."

"You know they can destroy people. Why do you seek this knowledge (Y/N)? What are you trying to accomplish?"

"NOTHING!" You screech banging his desk.

Ominis leaned back, frowning as he spoke.

"Alright, I want you to come clean," the Professor sighed, "You were very eager to learn about Horcruxes, (Y/N), don't lie to me, dear student, what is your true intentions?"

"Nothing....I....have...nothing, I just feel deprived of knowledge I yearn for....I sometimes feel like I'm going crazy because every other student around me is perfectly content with what they are taught, but me, I want more, no, I crave more I want to learn everything and anything magic has to offer. That. Is. Why. I want to know about horcruxes!" You blurt out tears filling your eyes.

Ominis looked concerned. "I know you seek knowledge, (Y/N) ," the Professor drank the last of his tea, and set the cup down.

"You want to learn every single thing about magic, but that's an admirable goal, a good ambition," he paused, thinking about his next words.

"But, you must understand that certain knowledge has the potential to do, harm, great harm to the world."

"But I won't harm anyone, why don't you trust me..." You whimper.

The Professor noticed the slight quaver in your voice. "(Y/N), it isn't a matter of trust..." Ominis took a deep breath.

"I know you won't harm anyone, (Y/N)." He sighed, "But, certain knowledge, certain things..."

You sigh sadly, standing up and letting tears flow. "It's fine, sir... I'm just going to go back to my dormitory...."

"(Y/N), no," The Professor stood up and walked over to her. "No, I am sorry for upsetting you,"

"I just want you to be careful. Knowledge can be great and wonderful, but it is a two-way blade. Sometimes, it hurts, but I believe in you," Ominis bowed his head slightly.

"If you wish to continue your studies, just stay safe and try not to study... those things."

"Ok..." You say,"Thank you for believing in me, sir....

"Of course, (Y/N), you are a young student with a bright future ahead. Please do not forget that,"

The Professor smiled at you before giving you a little hug for comfort. "Now, let's not be down, alright, (Y/N)?"

"Ok, thank you, I'll disturb you no longer..." You quickly leave before Professor Gaunt could say anything.

"Oh, please come back," Ominis said as the student left.

"I didn't mean to upset you, really, please,"

But you were already gone.

Later on in the evening inside his bedroom, Ominis sat in a chair in front of a fireplace, thinking about the conversation he had with (Y/N).

His concerns grew, but he decided to set them aside. "They seemed harmless," Ominis said aloud to himself, "Sebastian might have been correct to be worried, but he is too paranoid. (Y/N) is innocent..."

However, deep down, he had a nagging sense of concern for the young 6th year.

back in your dormitory, luckily no one else was there because of some kind of stupid Griffindor party, so you could have some piece and quiet. Merlin you were so pissed at Sallow and Gaunt, why couldn't they just give you what you, luckily Gaunt had answered your question and you were also lucky that your fake tears and quivering voice worked on him too, still it was a close call, Sallow such a noisy man so you should clean up your appearance a bit as well, so he isn't 'concerned about you'.

Once the Christmas holidays start, you will attempt the first stage of making a horcrux.

For now, you have to be in Sallow and Gaunt's good graces while you bide time....

The End

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter angst #harry potter imagine #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis guant #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x oc #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts professors au #hogwarts legacy characters

[gummy-bearz]

How about round two of danganronpa headcanons where girls are dating a delinquent that's usually mean but nice only to them and gets kinda shy and clingy with his girlfriend cause he loves her~ with Sayaka maizono,Miu iruma, Celestia ludenburg, Aoi asahina and Sonia nevermind.

I hope I'm not annoying with my requests. I just love how you write☺️☺️☺️

Miu Iruma / Celestia Ludenberg / Sonia Nevermind / Sayaka Maizono / Aoi Asahina with a delinquent S/O that’s mean but nice, clingy and shy with his girlfriend (part 2)

I was so excited to write a part 2 of this omg because I LOVED taking your last request because of how fun it was. reading this just made me happy because I’m glad that you enjoy the way how I write!! and you’re not bothering me at all, don’t worry!!! <3 (btw i hope this is not out of character omg)

- mod hiyoko

Miu Iruma

- She loved you especially for your badass, aggressive attitude! Miu didn’t care if you were rude to anyone, she just wanted someone like her!

- She would burst out laughing whenever you insulted someone- even if that person didn’t do anything wrong.

- Got into an argument? Nah, don’t worry. Miu’s there in the crowd cheering you on non stop.

“FUCK YEAH, S/O! KICK THEIR ASS!”

- She thought you were a tough delinquent until you two were alone…

- You hugged her, kissing her head tenderly.

- Miu was speechless, and her face turned bright red. She’s humbled!

- You two were both very shy.

- She couldn’t say anything- nothing but only a small mewl came out of her mouth. Miu never expected affection especially from someone like you…

- But of course The Gorgeous Girl Genius with the Golden brain would receive affection even from a delinquent!

Sonia Nevermind

- Sonia didn’t care that you were a delinquent- deep down she knew that you had a very gentle heart.

- She believes that there is good in everyone, so she never doubted you.

- Even if you had a bad reputation.

- But she was still concerned for your health, what if you get into deep trouble?

- If you ever got into a fight, Sonia would step in and stop it.

“Cease this bickering!”

- She was still very patient with you.

- And then one day, out of the blue…

- You held Sonia’s hand, squeezing it as you moved yourself closer towards her.

- It honestly took her a while to understand what was going on.

- She was extremely happy and lets out a small laugh- she knew that being patient with you would work.

- Sonia squeezes your hand back, giving you a smile.

Sayaka Maizono

- Sayaka worries for you constantly, she wants you to try to be a little more cautious with your actions.

- She tries to help you change your ways and become more of a sensible and better person.

- Sayaka gets upset when you’re mean to someone- she’d talk to you about your actions and apologize to that person later.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would try to diffuse the situation and stop you from fighting. Afterwards, Sayaka would talk to you to make sure you were okay!

- She would never doubt you though, she would still trust you completely even though you are very reckless.

- And then randomly, you hugged her- squeezing her all flustered.

- Sayaka let out a soft giggle, she thought you were adorable!

- She squeezed you back while continuing to giggle.

(ugh I love Sayaka sm!!!)

Celestia Ludenberg

- The idea of a delinquent boyfriend makes Celeste’s skin crawl. But ever since she got with you, she didn’t really care anymore.

- At some point in the relationship, Celeste did try to mold you into the most perfect, respectful gentleman.

- She didn’t really care after that.

- If you were ever mean to someone, she would just sigh and not do anything. As long as it doesn’t involve her, she doesn’t care.

- Literally the definition of “I pretend I do not see it”. Celeste will literally just sit and drink her tea looking all pretty while you bully the shit out of someone.

- If you're fighting someone, she would just sit there and watch- basically enjoying the show.

- Damn, Celeste thought that you were honestly badass until you decided to hug her privately

- Celeste was shocked- she wasn't used to physical touch, especially not from someone like you...

- She sighed, and patted your back with a small smile on her face.

(girl doesnt know how to respond to affection.)

Aoi Asahina

- Like Celeste, Aoi did try to help you become a better person. But really, it was no use,

- She would always show her concern for you. Even if you could protect yourself, Hina would be there to keep you safe.

- At least she had someone who was brave and determined- she did admire you for that!

- Hina HATES when people insults others; if you were making fun of someone, she'd immediately step in and stop you.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would jump in and stop everything without thinking- even if it meant getting hurt.

- Like Sayaka, Hina still trusts you. Even for your stupid behavior.

- And when you decided to hug her...

- Aoi's eyes were SPARKLING- she squeezed you back, she thought you were the cutest thing EVER. Bonus points for you because she's a very cuddly person!!

#mod hiyoko #danganronpa #fluff #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #male reader #miu iruma x reader #miu iruma #sonia nevermind x reader #sonia nevermind #sayaka maizono x reader #sayaka maizono #celestia ludenberg x reader #celestia ludenberg #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader

[kimbap-r0ll]

I hope this isn't actually too dark even though it is quite angsty but most of it comfort. May I ask Riddle,Vil, Malleus,Azul comforting a reader who just lost a loved one from home? Like a sibling or a very close friend??

Like they aren't full on crying but you can see some tears and they seem off and stressed.

This is super late, but if you have/are experiencing loss right now, I hope you are doing well. I'm putting this under the cut just in case it's upsetting for some people, but most of it is just comfort.

Riddle, Vil, Malleus, Azul comforting reader who lost a loved one

Riddle

He's not the best with being comforting, and you need to understand that when his words come out more blunt than he hoped. He might make you cry harder

However, for him his actions are more powerful than his words. The way he softly wraps his arms around you and silently keeps you close to him is enough for you to understand that he truly wants to comfort you

Riddle won't push you to talk about your loss since it's a private matter that he doesn't want to overstep. He will let you know that if you want to talk he's free whenever. He will not show much emotions but he's very soft

He's not that strict to you if you are a Heartslabyul student, and this is because he knows that right now you have more things on your mind than memorizing the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Though words may fail him, his often tea visits along his hugs are his ways of giving you comfort

Vil

Similar to Riddle, he's not the best with words. He might tell you that it's alright and that you should stop crying, but it just ends up making him sound selfish or mean. But while he tells you to calm down, he holds you softly on your shoulders

You might not know it, but something tells me Vil might cry with you if he could. He wants you to know that the people you love also mean a lot to him and seeing you upset makes him upset. The most he can do is allow you to cry on his shoulder or allow you to stay in his arms for many minutes

He won't bring it up and he will try his best to keep your mind off of the matter. It's not that he doesn't care but that he wants to help you move on. If you want to talk about it however, know that he'll drop everything and listen

He tends to stay away from you if he feels it helps you cope to be alone. He might sneak some nice tea here and there when you are by yourself. Know that he's not the best at emotions but he truly cares for you

Malleus

I feel like even if he's extremely famous, extremely mature and super strong, loss is a fear of his. Seeing you so sad because someone important to you left, he can't help but mourn with you. It might seem strange but similar to Vil, he tends to finds people you are close to those that he also cares for.

He might not seem like someone who does pda often, but he will definitely keep you in his arms for a long time. If you two are staying together late at night, he might wrap an arm around you when you guys are sleeping together. You'll see this more often during your lowest points

He's extremely eloquent with his words but on occasions like this he tends to stay quiet. He just stays with you and listens. It's really calming to be around him tbh

It's moments like this that remind him of how fragile and fleeting humans are. It might seem selfish but he can't help but worry how shattered he will be if you were to disappear one day too

Azul

He definitely will cry with you. He's always trying to make himself cool and collected, but he's really emotional and seeing you upset makes him upset. He likely saw the person you were close to as someone that he cared for a lot too, so it's like he lost someone as well

Won't ask you much about how you are feeling from day to day, he knows that asking questions might make it worse. He tends to just give you nice snacks from the lounge when you visit, but outside of that he tends to be super clingy during these times to make you feel better.

If you ever want to talk about it, you can guarantee that he will listen to you for as long as you need. He also makes sure your privacy is protected in case you don't want anyone else to hear about it. He truly cares for you and wants to help you

As sneaky as Azul is, he's the best at showing his emotions to you. He knows that loss isn't easy and it can hurt more than any weapon on your skin. He just wants to make you feel happier and help you get through. Azul might do some of your work for you just to help out a bit as well

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst headcanons #angst #gn!reader #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #twst vil #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil x reader #twst malleus #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus x reader #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #riddle headcanons #vil headcanons #malleus headcanons #azul headcanons

[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 43 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 44

Summary : Your soft daddy lo returns to you, a revelation will change the way you see everything.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Unprotected sex, rough sex, Praise kink, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

He didn't want to lie to you but he couldn't tell you the truth either, he just hoped you wouldn't allow the seeds of doubts to fill your heart while he was gone. The timing of your daddy figure visiting, couldn't have been more wrong. He knew Bruce and Your mother were to visit Indiana soon to meet you, he just didn't think the time would come so soon but today wasn't that day. Not after the day you two had, you got lost out there and he was anxious just thinking about it, he also wanted to apologize to you if he has hurt you with his words and actions.

He has never fucked you like this before and he was worried that he might have made you feel used, he never wanted to be like those men who made you feel so before. He just hoped when he gets home, you'd be willing to talk to him.

As he reached the Hotel Bruce had told him about, he went down at the reception and asked for a Mark, the new name Bruce had created for himself.

He knocked on the hotel room and immediately stepped inside as Bruce was worried about someone following him.

"You're early" Loki said to him and Bruce nodded, Loki's eyes fell upon a woman and she smiled at him, then she walked towards him to give him a motherly hug. Loki always wondered how you got to be so pretty and now he had the answer as he met your mother finally.

You got up and took a shower, you didn't know why you felt that he was lying to you, who called him? Why would he lie to you though? Maybe you were just overthinking, you just hoped that you still had his whole heart because you didn't know what you'd do without him in life.

You put on a tank top and a pajama loki had bought for you a few days ago, it had your favorite cartoon character printed on it and it looked really cute. You hoped seeing you in that would melt his anger a little.

After an hour when he returned, he had the takeout in his hands, you were making tea for him and his heart swelled, his eyes teared up as he looked at your adorable little frame so he kept the food down on the table and walked into the kitchen. Then he got behind you and hugged you like that, you heard him sniffling so you turned around and cupped his cheeks

"Looo what's wrong?" You asked him softly as you couldn't take his cries, they wounded you more than anything else. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead then he hugged you tightly, he was so mean to you during sex and he was feeling awful about it now,

"Lo? I never wanted to hurt you I swear" You called out his name again and he pulled away then he wiped his tears, your teary eyes rendered his heart.

"I know you're doing your best baby and I'm so proud of you for even wanting to work, for doing something you have never done before, I know it's not easy for you..I know that and I understand" he kissed your cheek softly between his words and your lips quivered as you heard him, there it was, the softness you were accustomed to and it made you break down in his arms.

"But I fucked up lo, I can't..can't even do a simple job" you whimpered and that's when he realised that you didn't run away just because your ego got bruised but also because you felt humiliated and ashamed by the incident.

"So you did, we all do sometimes, that's how we learn sweetheart, you're going to learn and grow from the mistakes you'll make, and no matter what happens you have me baby, you just need to tell me whenever you're hurt or when something bothers you okay?" You wrapped your arms around his neck as he said that, you couldn't stop crying, the last two days have been heavy and you never ever wanted to fight with him again.

"I have you still? I don't wanna lose you daddy, I have you right?"

"You have all of me, you're mine and I'm yours and I'll forever be yours, you never even have to doubt that..just don't ever do that to me again..I was afraid and scared out of my mind, I had the worst thoughts in my head" you couldn't stop crying as he said that and he wasn't any better, his heart finally felt relaxed but he was still terrified thinking about all the bad things that could have happened to you.

"I got lost I promise, I never wanted to leave you"

"I know that now baby, my sweet sweet girl you got lost out there hmm?" He cooed in your ears and you whimpered again, the scared child you had shoved inside you came out as you felt his care and warmth surrounding you,

"I was so scared daddy"

"I'm sorry baby..I'm so sorry for everything.. I wasn't there for you.. have you not memorized my number yet?" You shook your head so he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, he made you sit down, fed you dinner and then made you memorize his phone number as well as the home address for emergencies. If you knew his number you would have called him. He pictured you being all lost and scared out there and his heart clenched, you could have gotten hurt so bad.

After he showered he walked towards you on the bed and cupped your cheeks to play with your hair, he bent down to kiss your forehead and it made your eyes tear up. You can live without the money and the life of the rich but you can't live without his affections.

"Did I hurt you baby? Did daddy hurt you when we made love before?" His eyes teared up as he questioned, he got carried away and he needed to have better control than this, he can't treat you like that no matter what the situation is. You're his precious babygirl and you deserve to be treated like one at all times.

"Noo you could never hurt me lo, I…I actually.. enjoyed it alot " he leaned down to kiss you, then he laid you down on the bed not breaking the kiss

"You did?" He whispered in your ear and you bit on your lips as you hummed in response

"It was hot, I liked it alot, you didn't hurt me or did something I didn't wanted" he pressed a kiss down your neck, moving lower between the valley of your breasts, he could see your nipples hardening under the tank top,

"You like it when I rough you up darling? Is it something you want us to do..once in a while?" He asked you and you moaned as you felt his lips on your clothed nips.

"Only if you want it daddy..I just want to do whatever you want to do"

"Nooo baby noo, it has to work both ways, I want to give you everything babygirl, I just don't want to get too mean when we are making love, there are somethings I just can't say or do to you in bed"

"Mmm I know daddy and I don't want you to be too mean, but on the couch I liked it alot, just you taking me roughly because you worried about my well being and to know that you love so much me made it better, it was so good" his hips bucked between your core as you kept talking, he enjoyed it too, that's how he has been in his previous relationships but with you it was always different. He always wanted to douse you in buckets of love even when he was fucking you senseless.

"I love you darling, never forget that, no matter what happens just remember that I love you with every inch of my pathetic existence"

"Shhh don't say that please..I love you too Daddy..I love you so much" you pulled him to kiss you and he didn't want to ruin both of your clothes so he stopped humping against you like an animal in heat.

"Ummm where did you go after we had sex" you asked him and he sighed. He wanted to tell you the truth but today couldn't have been the day it happened. Especially not after the fight you two had.

"To grab dinner baby" Well that wasn't a complete lie.

"Ohhh" you mumbled and he cuddled you into him, stroking your back gently until you fell asleep in his arms, when you did he kissed you softly, just soaking in the feeling of you around him because he was still terrified at the thought of you being out there, lost, alone and so scared.

Next morning he took you back to work, you insisted, as you reached your station, he helped you out with the apron along with the headcap and other safety gear.

"Aren't you adorable hmm?" your face flushed as he said that and you shook your head.

"You are.. look at you"

"Stahhhp" he chuckled and cupped your cheeks to kiss you.

"I'm one phone call and a few meters away my darling, promise me you'd come to me if something happens" he mumbled softly and you nodded. You didn't want to make the same mistake again. He was your safe haven and you knew you could always rely on him.

"I promise lo I promise"

"Good girl..I love you"

As he left you started your work being as mindful as you could be, you didn't fuck up today even once and felt proud of yourself, after that you went to your boss Nick and apologized to him for yesterday's behaviour but he shrugged it off as if nothing has happened and you were thankful for that. You shared lunch with Hela since Loki was busy and she told you an embarrassing story about Loki when they were kids and you were going to use it to your advantage someday.

"You didn't eat lunch" you crossed your arms as you spotted him and he smiled, he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. That blue shirt and black pants made you want to cuddle him for some reason.

"Sorry baby, I had to be out and meet some people" you huffed as he said that and he kissed you again. God he loves you "You can punish me later"

"Maybe I will, but I'm going to feed you first" your arms wrapped around his neck and he giggled.

"Do that too, I'd love that"

When you both reached home you fed him a proper meal, then you rode him on the couch until he was a complete mess. Things seemed so normal again, well whatever normal you two could have had, but something just.. felt off.

You took out the letter from the closet and his eyes widened,

"I think we should read it..you said you'd read it with me" you mumbled nervously as you sat down on the bed,

"Darling.. I .." he seemed so nervous all of a sudden and that confused you.

"Something wrong?" You asked him and he sighed, his eyes teared up, he was worried about several things at once. The truth, the shock it would be for you to to see them alive. The fact that he hid it from you for months.

He grabbed the Letter from your hand and you looked at him perplexed.

"Lokiii?" You mumbled softly and his eyes teared up,

"Get dressed, we are going somewhere, I have to…show you something"

The way he looked at you made you feel scared and confused at the same time, you trusted him, you really did but you had a feeling this wasn't going to be some walk in the park.

This was a serious matter, you just didn't know that it would change the way you have have lived your life in the past.

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x reader angst #loki x you #loki alternate universe #loki au #loki au fics

[loosesodamarble]

hi, erika! how are u? if you're up for it, could you write hcs on how nacht, liebe, yuno and zora would comfort their s/o after they had a bad dream, please?

Someone's asking for headcanons from me again? It's been so long!

And I am certainly up for writing for that prompt~! Sorry for the wait but I hope what I write makes up for it!

..........

Nacht

Nacht understands. He doesn't just have bad dreams but the worst nightmares that he could ever face. His s/o never has to worry about him judging them for having bad dreams.

When his s/o is shaken from a dream, Nacht doesn't dare leave their side but he wants to provide as much comfort as possible. He sends his devils to prepare some soothing tea for them.

Nacht and his s/o sit on a couch. His s/o is wrapped in a blanket and has a mug of tea in their hands.

He would encourage them to discuss their dream. It's something he'd be trying himself, facing his nightmares and trying to understand what they mean. And understanding might help make them less scary.

As his s/o describes their dream, Nacht quietly listens. He only speaks up if his s/o ever hesitates or trembles to tell them "Take your time" or "There's nothing to be afraid of."

It doesn't matter how long it takes, Nacht talk or listen until the mug is empty and his s/o is relaxed again. He's got time and attention to spare to make sure they feel better.

Liebe

Liebe would be frozen still on the outside but flailing inside, because he really doesn't know how to approach comforting other people.

What he does know for sure is that hugs are the most comforting thing in the world. Licita and Asta's hugs make him feel loved and like nothing else in the world will harm him again.

So what Liebe does when his s/o is crying from a bad dream is hug them. Because he wants to impart that same feeling to them, especially at times like this.

He guides their face to his shoulder so they don't have to look at anything. One arm is wrapped around their midde. The other is positioned in a way so his hand is on their head.

"I... I don't know what your dream was about... Whatever it was, it's not real," Liebe awkwardly mutters out. "But I'm real. Feel that?" He gives them a faint squeeze, if only to bring them closer. "I'm right here for you."

His s/o is free to cry into his shoulder to let out any lingering stress or fear. They might hug him back, or they might just curl up against his chest.

Liebe's actions speak for him better than words ever could. He doesn't say much, instead letting his presence and touch calm you down.

Yuno

Once the crybaby of a family, Yuno has learned how to comfort someone after a bad dream from receiving that care.

When Yuno's s/o comes to his room, shaking and tear-eyed from a bad dream, he lets them get under the covers with him. Boy thought he outgrew it but he's okay with cuddling if it's to comfort his s/o.

Yuno and his s/o are right up against each other. There's a couple inches of space between them so they can look each other in the eyes.

Some tears might slip out from their eyes and Yuno simply reaches out to brush them aside. He doesn't draw anymore attention to their crying. They probably wouldn't that.

The two of them are in close proximity and are sharing warmth under the blanket. That alone is enough to soothe Yuno's s/o.

Yuno's not usually good with words but he'll try to strike up a conversation. "Your eyes have a different color in the dark" or "Do you want to spend the rest of the night here?" Anything to distract his s/o from any lingering thoughts about the nightmare.

Yuno and his s/o slowly fall back asleep as they talk about nonsensical things. When they wake up, the two of them find that they scooted closer together in their sleep.

Zora

Zora isn't the type of person to coddle someone else; he's been on his own too long to be good at it. But for the sake of his s/o, he does his best to be gentle to them.

He sits next to his s/o on the edge of the bed, arm around their shoulders and rubbing their arm in a soothing manner.

Soon, their heads are leaning against one another, both of them looking to close the already short distance. Zora's s/o is seeking comfort and he's responding in kind to give it.

"I can't tell you not to be scared of nightmares," Zora says as softly as he can. "It's your bad dream, your fears." It is pretty coarse of him to say.

But as he goes on, his words become gentler and more reassuring. "But you gotta remember, because they're your fears, you can overcome them. You've got a strong spirit, it's one reason why I took a liking to you."

Whatever his s/o's bad dream was about, Zora would want to point out the reasons why they shouldn't be so afraid. If they had a bad dream about losing a battle, Zora reminds them that they're a capable fighter. If they dreamt about Zora leaving them, he reassures them that the thought has never crossed his mind; they're stuck with him.

"You've got nothing to be afraid of. You're an amazing person who can overcome anything you set your mind to. And if you ever need a little extra help, know that I have your back," Zora says while falling back onto the bed. "Now, let's have ourselves some better dreams, 'kay?"

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #black clover #black clover headcanons #nacht faust #liebe #yuno grinberryall #zora ideale #nacht faust headcanons #liebe headcanons #yuno grinberryall headcanons #zora ideale headcanons

[pr1ncesspopstar]

Weight - FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 21: Graves

Ao3

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She’s not sure what compelled her to start this tradition. It began after learning the teaching of the conjurers in Gridania, that much she remembered. White magic, while not her cup of tea until after the Gyr Albania liberation, was a deeply powerful class. Not by magic, but by spirit.

Black mages could speak all they wished about the manipulation of aether, scholars, and summoners of their techniques to conjure spirits and aid. The White Mage was unique. It mattered just as much to understand yourself as well as all that connected with you to even manage a flicker of power. A zen she’d grappled with to truly master, coasting on the affinity she possessed of aetheric manipulation and amplification for too long until it finally clicked. It was a lense of awareness she could never forget once she achieved it, the weight of every action and reaction amplified. The bonds that existed between all were as healing as they could hurt.

The first graves she crafted, she could not even remember where, nor for whom. That was the purpose, in some way. Even if she did not know, all that would find the simple spike of stone or wood she embedded into the dirt would understand its meaning. A marker, a sign of once life. A spur-of-the-moment action, one that gained weight the more and more she did it.

Her first ones were certainly rough, slabs of rock and stacks of stone with a date slapped on and a little more. Mostly because she was unsure what to put. Eventually, as her skill with stonework improved, so did her markers after tragedy and loss. Flowers mostly, but occasionally birds or weapons would decorate the graves she left in her wake. It was the least she could do to mark the fallen that may not rest or have anyone to mourn them over wise.

It was a heavy duty, perhaps even a foolish one for her shoulder as the number of bodies would ever be endless, even well past her time. But she’d want someone to do the same for her, so she had to try. She’d be betraying herself if she didn’t. For the longest time, it was her only outlet for genuine kindness, the soft, aching kind that begged to bleed from her armor. She worried for a long time that this aspect made her selfish. With time, she knew this not to be the case. She was simply mourning the weight of a lost life, enemy and ally, and trying to provide a way for others to do the same.

There were those she made that were special, that she never forgot and often visited. Those to individuals through her adventure. There was one she had crafted of ice, letting her fingers blister and turn blue from ice enchanted not to melt, made for Ysale perched on the high cliffs of Azys Lla. There was a set of bloodied stones strewn around the royal menagerie. She knew Zenos would certainly get a burial, but habit had her leaving stones with a streak of her blood, knowing that whatever funeral he would get would not be one suited for him. Emet-selch was of black stone, pulled from the deepest depth she could manage. Lyse had aided her with Papalymo’s both so pained with grief, the burden of having to do it alone would have certainly broken the Warrior of Light.

As she cut stone, she could not help but wonder what her own grave would look like. What they would put on it? Would she even be buried where her body fell, or left in a mass grave amongst others? It always came to her that she would die young, thoughts of the future rarely reserved for herself. The longer the idea dwelled, the quicker a sense of dread rose, some unspoken fear that was difficult to articulate, like so many things.

One day, she may stop making graves for those that she didn’t know and may never receive them. Until then, she walked on, hoping that the time would come sooner than later.

#Halditar is good with deep thought but sometimes they get to her #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ff14 #my writing

[zhongrin]

hello. This ain't a request or anything, i just have some thoughts and wanted to share with someone and since u seem nice i thought I could share, but you're free to ignore this ;D.

So, i have been reading a lot os Creator! Reader and stuff, and i thought.. what if reader was a character from another game who got Isekai'd into Genshin and they're like Tf, where am i.

Lets go with a Halo Spartan for example, for this let's pretend that reader it's some type of Master chief or something, meaning that they're a fuckin legend and have an AI with them.

So, Reader wakes up in Liyue (i need Zhongli material), they feel heavy and are tired, they search around for their weapons or anything that could help them understand what's happening and where they are... finally they stand up, while a person approach them.

This person being Zhongli, who noticed the strange meteor-thing crashing in one of the Mountains and came to investigate, finding a 7'4 person in a strange armor...

Let's time skip a bit, shall we?

Reader and zhongli have become good friends, Zhongli guiding reader through Liyue and explaining things to them with a bit of help of the traveler and Reader, in exchange, acting like a guard-dog to him while trying to explain to him how his armor works, like trying to explain in a simple way why the slime attacks doesn't even affect them, or how the shield power recharges itself. Or presenting their AI to zhongli and this AI tell Zhongli all the stories of the Covenant-human war, the dictator, the forerunner and the vanished, and how reader is practically a legend and a saviour to the humanity. How they would die if it meant saving a mere life.

Zhongli already had been feeling certain butterflies whenever he was with reader, but he has never seen their face, reader never taking the helmet of their armor off, not even for eating or drinking (and now that Zhongli thinks of it, he has never seen them eat or drink anything) and one evening, while they're sitting together and chatting away in zhonglis home, they finally raise their hands and take off the helmet after zhongli offered to make them some tea, revealing their face to him.

He could only watch in admiration and adoration their face, taking in all their features, expressions and stuff. They look at him and smile, a small smile, but a genuine one, and Zhongli blushes, feeling his heart pound into his chest. From then on, Zhongli realized he loved Reader... and started to worry about them.

"What do you plan on doing after the war is over, if one day you are able to go back to from you came from?" He would ask, and while his voice and expression didn't reveal anything, he hoped they wouldn't go back.

"I don't know" they answered, taking a sip from the tea "i never thought of it, i guess I only hope to die in the battlefield. After all war is all i know, i don't know how to do anything else" they looked at zhongli with such a serene expression that it almost made Zhongli cry. How could they say that? They were such a beautiful, helpful, and warm person, what do they mean that they hope they die in battle.

"although" they said "as they say, Spartans never die they just go missing in action".

After that day, Zhongli new mission was to show them how to live, to learn that they weren't a soldier only, they weren't a killing machine. They deserved to rest and live happily too... And maybe... Just maybe... Zhongli and them could have a happy ever after together.

Sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language.

that is a thought oooh

i've never played halo spartan so i can't really add on to that, but thank you for sharing!! a reader who ony knows war and slaughter... i feel like they would remind zhongli of himself in his younger days in the archon war, and maybe even xiao - just a bit. and you're totally right, he'd definitely try and help the reader in trying to discover that they can always leave the bloodshed behind, live a new life that is worth living and isn't tainted by blood of their enemies. because if he can do it, then you can too!!

another thought: imagine if you came from a relatively peaceful game. like stardew valley for example. sure, they have slimes and ghost things and weird creatures but mitachurls? abyss creatures? dragons?? hello???? i'm just a farmer bro

and never apologize for your english! it's not my first language either and you're fine!! <3

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: anon 💟 #rin releases a plot bunny into the wild

[meekmedea]

Apotheosis pt.5

previous pt. 4

~~~

Apotheosis, the ascension of a subject to divine status. 

A popular theme with the Ancient Greeks.

`

Damian wonders what happens to Medea. The mythological one of course, he doesn’t care for Todd. 

It seems that she’s never punished for her crimes. In the myths, she appears sporadically. Sometimes in Thebes. Other times in Athens. Or even Colchis. She’s the opposite from Jason, whose trip upon the Argo and the death of his children seem to be all that’s left of him. He dies alone underneath his ship.

`

Damian told himself earlier that it was ridiculous, but the thought lingers in his mind. Many of the Greek pantheon had made contact with Earth. Wonder Woman was very proof of such. So was this Mesonyx, the god himself? 

“I didn’t know you were interested in Greek mythology,” says a voice, interrupting his train of thought. He looked up to see Todd sit down across from him. “How do you find Euripides?” A trace of distaste appears in her eyes when it flickers down to the title of his book. 

“Very fascinating. I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.” He wondered irritably why Richard had insisted that they spend time together. It’s not like they had anything in common.

“Oh?” She takes a sip from her cup of tea. “Tell me. What do you think of our dear heroine here?”

`

Todd is infuriating. But she is also much more well read than she lets on, literature was where she thrived. Maybe Richard had a point, she wasn’t all that bad. Yet. 

“So you sympathsize with the murderer? Don’t you worry about what your Father would think?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Medea was well within her rights here. While I don’t agree with all her actions, she wasn’t given many options either. Jason was a fool. Besides, it’s just a story.”

`

A sly smile appears, mocking him. “You’re right, it’s just a story. It’s always better to get your facts straight from the source, no?”

He takes it back. As interesting as it is to converse with her, she is still a little mad. 

~~~~

Richard is a plotter of the worst sort. Conniving plots so they spend time together. Sometimes, it’s the three of them, other times, it’s only the two of them.

He asks once why Todd plays along even if they are so painfully obvious. “For the same reason, you stay,” she says with a smile.

Through his Baba’s continued plots, he gets to know Todd a bit better. She proves to be someone with adequate wit, better conversation than Drake by far. Grudgingly, he stops complaining when she comes over on the same days as he does to visit Richard. 

``

And she does prove his theory right, she is Mesonyx. Though he wishes the reveal had been under less dire circumstances. 

Both of his parents were insistent on shaping him into something that he didn’t quite like. Right now, it was Mother, who preferred a hands-on approach. He didn’t want to be his grandfather’s vessel, nor did he want to return to the League. Unfortunately, she dislikes taking a no for an answer. 

As he dispatches assassins left and right, he thinks, ‘Mesonyx, if you are truly out there. Your aid would be much appreciated.’ Demonic entity or angel of vengeance, he doesn't care. He just needs to get out of here. Please. 

He is so tired, the number of opponents is starting to affect him. When would it end? The hunt for his capture drags on and the word, Mesonyx, becomes one of prayer. Please. Please Mesonyx. I’m beg–

Damian curses when he runs into a dead end. 

`

“It has been far too long, my son.”

A frown appears on his face as he looked up to see her. “Was this necessary?” Out of the corner of the eye, he wonders if he’s imagining if his shadow was moving far more than normal. He hopes not. 

“Father wishes the family to be reunited.” 

“You mean he tires of his old body and wants a new one?” he snarks. 

“We all have our sacrifices to make.”

`

Before he can form a retort, his shadow twists into a monstrous shape, expanding outward and forcing his mother to take a step away to avoid being impaled by the twisting spikes. 

From the mound of shadows, a single figure steps out. Dressed in black, Todd offers him her hand. In his head, her voice whispers, “Show me.”

He takes her hand and he feels dizzy as a blur of memories run through his mind. She’s searching for what to do, he realizes after a second. He nudges to the forefront the ones he deems most important. 

Todd’s eyes narrow and they blaze golden. An arm curls protectively around him. “Mine,” she hisses. 

Normally, he’d protest at being anyone’s, but there was something in her tone that made him pause. 

“He is my son,” says Talia unfazed as the shadows dissipate into the night air. “And this is not your place, little shadow.”

`

But it isn’t hers either. 

When he was younger, he used to compare his mother to a goddess. Her beauty and strength were unmatched. He did the same with his Father, almost likening him to a god. But now, he sees how wrong he was. 

A sense of otherness fills him even as Todd stands by his side. She does not belong to this world. There is something eerie in how she moves and talks with his mother – her shadows move a lot further than they should. 

`

Todd understands everything, yet Damian is still struggling to piece the parts together as quickly as he can.

Golden Fleece. Birthright. Medea. Jason. 

She is a princess of the old. 

In one version, Medea ascends to divinity. A goddess.

`

“Not any more. You have long renounced your ties. As has he.”  

“Gotham is not yours,” reminds Talia, “not yours to rule over as you see fit.”

Todd throws her head back and laughs – not her usual warm ones, but one full of mocking and cruelty. “Nor is it yours, mortal. I am not bound by your silly rules.”

Father would have an aneurysm at that. Probably quite similar to the one Mother was having. Though they might be for different reasons. 

`

Damian wonders if his mother should have realized Todd’s tone. This wasn't the ramblings of an insane young woman. This was a goddess ready to strike. To avenge. To protect. 

Perhaps she does. There’s a slight tenseness in Talia’s jaw as she speaks. “Step aside, Medea. Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

“Nor will I. He’s under my protection.” On cue, swords that appear to be made of fire appear in her hands. 

~~~~

What follows is the bloodiest encounter he’s ever seen. Any of his mother’s assassins that attempt to lay a hand on him are ended brutally. 

Talia puts up a valiant effort, but she too knows when she no longer has the upper hand. She flees into the dead of the night as the members of her entourage dwindle. 

`

As the two of them are left alone in the alleyways, Todd turns to him. “Come.” A blade appears in her hand and she holds it out to him, hilt first. “Hold on, and don’t let go until I tell you to.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

The grim look on her face tells him that it is better that he doesn’t pry.

`

Damian takes it without any more protests. The travel is disorienting and his surroundings blur at a sickening speed, but he holds on for dear life, not letting go until he hears her give an okay. 

“Where are we?” He blinks at the room they were in. “Wait?”

“Dick’s apartment,” she says lightly. “I trust you can contact him?” She sounds a little breathless. 

`

It’s here that he can see her a bit better. Her skin was too pale and she’s covered in a glistening liquid from head to toe. Damian takes a step and realizes with a start that she isn't covered in the liquid, rather that is her blood. “You’re hurt. Let me help,” he offers. It is the least he can do. 

“No, no, don’t come too close. I’ll hurt you.” Not a threat, but a statement. For good measure, she takes a step back.

“You’ll bleed out.” 

“I’ll live. You won’t if you touch my blood. I cannot bring the dead back from Hades.”

`

“But–”

She shook her head vehemently. “Call them for me. Please, Damian.” 

“I–” Her earnestness takes him aback. “Alright.” 

“Pass me that towel, too. No, toss it over.”

He obliges and it takes him two tries to dial Richard’s number from his landline. 

`

“Damian? What’s with the sudden visit?” Though Baba’s voice tried to stay jovial, he could hear the worry. “Damian?”

“Come quick. Todd is hurt. You need to tell Wilson as well.” He didn’t know how to contact Wilson himself. 

The sound of glass breaking is the first noise he hears. “How bad is it?” Richard swears quietly under his breath. 

“I can’t tell. She won’t let me close.”

“I’ll be there in twenty. What about you? Are you hurt?”

“No.”

~~~~~

Wilson beats Richard by mere seconds; he appears, slipping in the window as the door jingles open. 

“Medea.” He doesn’t spare Damian a glance as he rushes to her side. “Gaia, you promised–”

`

Damian barely registers Richard fussing over him, he’s too focused on the two. The worry on Wilson’s face is what worries him, he’s never seen the stoic mercenary so open with his emotions. 

“It’s not that bad, Beloved,” she says weakly. “You’re making a mountain of it.” She grimaced when Wilson moved the rag that she’d been holding to her abdomen. The rag comes away golden. Damian can’t help but widen his eyes. 

“You promised, Medea. You made me a promise and I will hold you to it.” Suddenly, he turns to them. “Richard,” barks Wilson from across the flat. “I’m using your rooms.” He lifts Todd into his arms and in seconds, the door to the guest room slams shut behind them.

`

“Will she be alright?”

Richard ignored his question. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

~~~~~~~~~

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#post alea iacta est #female jason todd #slade wilson #background sladejay #damian wayne #dick grayson #loose usage of mythology #extremely loose interpretation of greek myths

[geminiamethyst]

Running. Chapter 28: An Odd Form Of Comfort

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 27: click HERE

Chapter 29: click HERE

Warning! Probably the worst chapter in this story 😆

I don’t have any excuses, other than it’s my first couple of weeks at uni which is demanding a lot of my time right now. You are all amazing for being patient with this poor writer’s snail pace of writing 😂😭

Thank you so much. Hope you enjoy the chapter (even if it is terrible).

After pulling Kaito away from the depressing scene, Mondo was able to sit him down in the kitchen and dining area. It wasn’t the biggest in the world considering how rare it was for Miu and Keebo to have guests, but it’ll do for the time being. Kaito was sat down at the small table, tracing his finger along the grooves on the wood absentmindedly. He just kept replaying the argument in his mind, just trying to figure out how it had started to go wrong. He thought that he started off fine, but thinking about the moment that Maki started freaking out, he wondered if that was the big red flag for him to stop what he was doing. If that wasn’t the red flag, then Maki being scared by her own powers was definitely the sign. He couldn’t understand how she was scared by her powers like that. Was it just a subconscious action or something else?

“Here. Try to clear your head.” Mondo said, putting a cup of coffee in front of Kaito. The cup was placed on the table with a quiet thud, barely enough to be heard. Kaito didn’t say anything, his hand just numbly grabbing at the cup in front of him. It felt warm against his skin, but he could barely feel it. Nonetheless, he picked up the cup and took a sip from the beverage. It was bitter (he tends to have some sugar with his coffee), but honestly he didn’t care. It felt like he needed it, just like Mondo had insisted.

“I hope that you’re not teaching him how to be a delinquent.” Taka said suddenly as he came into the kitchen and spotted the two.

“You got bad fucking timing. Tryin’ to help here.” Mondo growled, doing his best to not heat up his clenched fist. Taka raised an eyebrow until he finally caught sight of Kaito’s sagging form and rather depressed face. It was quite different from how he first met the teen and got to know him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, stepping a little closer.

“First fight with his girl.” Mondo explained. He didn’t know all the details but the didn’t need to. Whatever they said, unless Kaito says so, remains behind closed doors.

“I’m still here you know.” Kaito grumbled. Unbelievable, he was sitting right there and those two acted like he wasn’t. Mondo scratched the back of his neck, while Taka looked uncomfortable about the matter before he went over to the still hot kettle to make himself a warm drink.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it, kid. Couples fight all the time.” Mondo shrugged. If that was his take on being supportive, it’s not exactly lifting.

“Not us. Sure we have the odd disagreement but we always made up for it.” Kaito sighed, running a hand through his hair. He tried to rack his brain in trying to figure out a solution but he couldn’t. “I don’t understand why she’s shutting me out all of a sudden. I know that her nightmare has something to do with it, but she won’t talk to me. And I’m worried that she’ll revert back to how she was before.”

“What do you mean?” Taka asked, taking a seat. In his hand was a cup of tea that was hot. Kaito briefly wondered if it would have been frozen solid had Taka not been wearing bandages on his hands.

“When Maki and I first met, she was very closed off. She wouldn’t talk to anyone. In fact, she was quite isolated because everyone was scared of her. They wouldn’t go anywhere near her or listen to her when she tried to explain herself. It took a while for her to open up.” Kaito explained, the words flooding out before he could stop them. He thought back to his first days in that wretched place. How maki would always sit on her own, mostly reading a book and giving off this vibe of “stay away from me” and everyone compiling with it. How everyone feared her and the staff blaming her for things that she hadn’t done. Just a shell of who she was before Kaito approached her and listened to her. “I don’t want her to be that girl again. She’s done so well up until now.”

Just the thought of Maki turning back to that girl will always haunt Kaito. Even if they weren’t a couple, and were good friends, he would do everything in his power to make her happy, no matter what. She had opened up so well, that her shutting down will always feel like Kaito had failed her. He can’t let that happen.

“Give her time, Kaito. Whatever was in her nightmare was worse than what we most likely saw.” Taka tried his hand at the comforting. Not the best start, but it seemed better than Mondo’s take on it.

“Then you tell us your nightmare.” Mondo grumbled. He’s probably still upset about the motel incident.

“I’m not ready to, Owada.” Taka argued, giving her biker a side glare.

“Then how do you know what she saw?” Mondo fired back, looking quite smug as if he thought that the other wouldn’t have anything that was better.

“We all saw her reaction when she woke up. She almost didn’t recognise Kaito.” Taka spoke back again. Mondo opened his mouth, but closed it when he contemplated those words. Even he couldn’t deny that fact after remembering her reaction and how they almost got hurt because of it. Taka didn’t express it out loud, but the look in his eyes told him that he won that round. He continued talking t Kaito. “My point is that time is important. If Maki isn’t ready, then let her take her time. She’ll talk when she feel like she’s ready, there’s no need to force it out. Right now, let her calm down, and apologise to her.”

“Why should he apologise?” Mondo exclaimed.

“Don’t start. Now’s not a good time.” Taka scolded, suddenly feeling the urge to take off his bandages just to make the biker quieten down for a moment. Kaito ignored the interaction. He knew about where he went wrong. And he knew what he needs to do to help fix what had happened. He felt like he didn’t need to be talked to about it. But at the same time, he felt glad that someone told him that. It just gave him another push to try to make this right.

#running fic #limitless sequel #Kaimaki #kaito momota #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #mondo owada #ishimondo #DR #drv3 #super power au

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

**Cultivating Love**42**

Shiro was surprised by Lance’s invitation to bathe with him. He knew not to get his hopes up, especially when both Lance and Keith had seemed better after their talk. Undressing himself, he forced himself not to fuss as Lance struggled to do the same. The fox wrapping a towel around himself before shooting Shiro a look that verged on pride over having been able to accomplish the task himself. Forcing himself again not to appear too keen, he wavered with folding his clothes, before finally following Lance around the screens and into the warmth of the bath.

He didn’t know what to say. Lance and Keith had had months to speak and mend things… a time he was jealous of. He was jealous that Keith could have that special time with Lance, when all he’d done was waver. Sinking into the water, Lance smiled as he leaned back against the edge

“It’s good, isn’t it? Unless you’re lucky, a lot of the water in the demon realm is red. The plant life absorbs the demonic energy, and the sky isn’t blue…”

Lance started strong then his nerves made him waver. Shiro nodded, knowing Lance wouldn’t leap into whatever he wanted to talk about

“I can’t imagine it. The human realm is much like this one. Blue water. Green grass. The sun high in the sky. Though this realm has many more varieties of tea”

“You have to kill the herb in the demon realm then grind it. I think I would have gone mad without a good cup of tea to start my day. Shiro, I owe you an apology. I spoke my feelings with Keith in the room, not allowing you to be utterly honest given he was there. I owe you the same respect. I am sorry that I up and left. I am. The palace rumours were… well, they weren’t they only thing on my mind, but they did not help and…”

Shiro shook his head

“No. If I had been honest with you. I should have been honest with you. I promise upon my very soul, should heaven strike me down if I lie, that I do love you. That it was not a lie”

“I know. I know you do. I had a lot of time to think about it over there. And I mean a lot of time because you know it was two years for me. I shouldn’t have been so angry”

“No. I turned a blind eye to your suffering because I thought it was better. Not so much better but… I did not want you to hate me. I started taking things for granted. I wanted you and you to stay even as I wavered”

“I think I understand. I wore my hair ties as a public sign you were both mine… but also worried that you would leave”

“No. My actions… I hate myself for them. I’m not saying this for sympathy. Things between me and you weren’t the same as me and Keith. I feared hurting you so damn much that it makes me sick that that fear did just that. With you I wanted to be gentle. To show you the love you deserve. I was ashamed that I lost control of my heats. I’ve even hit Keith before because of it. We’d get territorial in bed, our love canceled by the need to breed no matter how much we loved and we understood that. I didn’t want you to feel that way. We’d fight, bite, scratch and kick. You would have accepted it but I couldn’t. I couldn’t imagine doing that to you and you living with that mental scar. That was belittling you. Showing a lack of faith”

Lance scowled at him

“It was. I didn’t remember having sex with Keith. My memories were an utter mess that I didn’t even notice. I remembered nursing you and hating that the world could be so unkind to the man I loved. I didn’t get them back completely until I got my soul fragments back. The mermaids helped open my memory, yet it was all a puzzle with gaps between the pieces. I wish you had told me. I also wish that night had never happened. I wished nothing had changed. You and Keith… I… I took the utmost pride in us… but… but then you never asked for me to come with you. You never let me do anything which you deemed dangerous. I found meaning in other ways but I always envied when you’d leave me behind. I thought it was because I had… I had to stay there. That maybe deep down you thought I could no longer handle myself. That because… that because of that blemish I was weaker. That Keith was more deserving because I was not at your level. Those nights when we’d once sleep together in your bed, me and in the hold of both you and Shiro, they were my everything. They made me feel so safe and loved”

Shiro too had loved it. Sometimes he and Keith would wake before Lance, the pair of them would share a few morning kisses, the watch and wait for Lance to wake

“I loved them too. To hold you in my arms. I could someone other than the me expected of me. You would always bring me tea and scold me for working too hard and I admit sometimes I did simply to tease you, knowing you’d laugh and smile when I pulled you into my hold. I loved that you were able to be so gentle then so accomplished on the battlefield. Fierce and gentle like a storm. Many night we talked all night. We drew plans for battle and teaching plans with such ease. Together we would point out the faults of each other’s plans and I know how competitive you would get”

Lance laughed softly, covering his mouth as he did. Shiro wished he wouldn’t. He loved Lance’s smile. That he could even smile again after it all showed how incredible Lance was

“I cannot be blamed alone. Keith had his moments”

Now Shiro was laughing too. Everyone knew not to give Keith bad news without either of them being present or it may result in smouldering robes in public and a distressed Keith in private

“He did. I remember more than one scroll smouldering due to his temper”

“And even after all this time he is yet to grow out of it. Shiro, I am mad at you. I am mad at me too. I loved you so much I feared it. I mean. I feared losing you. That’s a toxic love. They say obsession is wrong. Yet love is a form of obsession. You hope and pray with all your heart for the happiness of your partner but you are supposed to hope and pray for that happiness together and for the both of you… or the three of us. I wasn’t really jealous before. Not until the rumours made me think. I knew you loved both me and Keith. I knew I couldn’t understand being a wolf because our clan has different traditions and I was loved as a child. I was bullied mercilessly as a child by my siblings. Still, I never faced the pain Keith did. I never was human to begin with. Keith needed the extra support and we both gave him all the love we could. He’s such a good man and that is because you pulled him out of the darkness”

Shiro didn’t deserve Lance’s kind words. He was supposed to be the more mature one, yet Lance was leaps and bounds ahead of him there. Lance shone so bright that the moon and stars would surely be jealous of him. Still…

“You did more than you give yourself credit for. Declaring Keith your rival annoyed him enough to work all that harder. I did use to worry that you two would never see eye to eye”

“I was petty and jealous. Keith is a rare soul, so talented and so unsure. I would get so mad when Iverson would compare us. I wanted him close and I wanted him gone. I very much would like to go back 30 or so years and hit myself for some of the things I did. I still regret that. Being a snotty brat. I regret so much, Shiro. So much between us and him. To have hurt you both… and to have not confronted you. It’s closer to three years that we were apart. I thought of you often but… it would confuse me and I would get quite mad. I forced things to change and made it so we couldn’t go back. I’ve told Keith over and over, I am to blame for my part in it and I am not oblivious to your pain. I also hear that I owe you thanks for looking after me. I’m sorry I cannot remember”

Lance hung his head, Shiro turning in the water before cupping his face in his hands

“Lance, I can never apologise enough. I can only do my part to make things right. You’ve always had a gentle heart and spirit, and you are a good man. I love you. That is no lie. To me you and Keith are utterly irreplaceable. Our memories… I will always treasure them. I will. So even if we cannot go back to what we were once, we can build something anew. Nothing would make me happier than to see you smile again”

Shiro didn’t expect his words to have an immediate affect as Lance smiled at him, explaining

“I was told that earlier by Keith. You and he have punished yourselves more than enough. We are all sorry and we all hurt. As I told him, I will support your decision. I do love you, my feelings simply did not die no matter how much time had passed… but I do not think I can be with you. Not to be cruel or to punish you. By my nature I am devious and mischievous, but I’m not about to toy with you. When I look in my own heart… I… I sincerely wish you the best in the world but I don’t think I love you how I did and I hate myself for it so much. It hurts, Shiro. It hurts so much and I am so tired…”

Gathering Lance against him, Lance’s hands were flat against his chest as he cried softly. Lance had been so courageous in his honesty

“I love you and I was blessed by the heavens to have you. Even if only for such little time. You should be with Keith, if that is what your heart desires. I’m the one who…”

“No. No. I don’t want to be with him because you say. I want him to find his happiness and I am…”

“You’re amazing. The most amazing mate I could have never of dream of after Adam… When this is done, I think I will wait for him again. I should not have been tempted by the past but I was. Adam is very much a part of me, like you and Keith always will be”

“I refuse to accept this as it is. I’m a horrible mate who caused you so much pain”

“No. I loved you too much and failed to show you. I kept your soul with me because I wanted you with me forever. I would have had to tell you if I left for Adam and it scared me to know it would hurt you. I am a coward”

“And I am not?”

“Then I guess we both are. By heavens, I wish I could take your pain. I wish I could make you the happiest man in the realm”

“You did… you did, Shiro. I loved you. I loved when you and Keith would get competitive for my hand. I loved when I could beat Keith to win you a prize at the lotus festival. I loved how you fell asleep in my arms. This great master called a prodigy of our times. If only I had kept my mouth shut”

Shiro shook his head as he pulled Lance as close as possible

“No. You would not have been happy. I much prefer your honesty, love. I will do all I can to support you too, as you support this coward of a man”

Lance sniffled hard. He was shaking like a leaf in Shiro’s hold and Shiro could feel how exhausted Lance was

“You’re not a coward. You kept the times I lost temper at you knowing that my memory was affected for my sake. I vaguely remember we fought and fought. I vaguely remember I said some cruel and horrible things. I need to apologise for that. For lashing out because of my frustrations. I was horrible in wake of what happened. I wish I had known that I hurt you sooner too”

“Idiot. What soldier wounded does not have crass words for their feelings of failure?”

Lance let out a wail, completely defenceless in his hold. If he had been any weaker he would have kissed Lance, smothered him in love and undone all the talking they’d done

“I loved you. I loved you so much”

“I know. I know and you are not to blame”

“I want to still love you”

“I know you do. Lance, I am proud of you. I am proud of you having the strength to survive in that realm. I am proud that you have come home”

“Even if I did horrible things to do so? Even if I allowed people to die?”

“No commander wants to sacrifice his men. You kept going to be sure to see this to an end. I’m sure you gave them every bit of fierceness you had”

“I tried. The demon realm is amazing. They have this thing called television… but that doesn’t matter now”

“On the contrary, I would like to hear more”

“Are you sure? You may not like what you hear from me”

“Lance, I can assure you, I want to know. Please tell me what those years were for you and all that the demon realm holds in the way of wonders”

Out of nowhere Lance leaned back a little, then his lips were finding Shiro’s. The kiss a little too deep for parting lovers and Lance’s cheeks were red as they parted, his gaze dropping as he looked remorseful

“I’m sorry…”

“Do not be…”

“I… I don’t know why I did that…”

“Lance…”

“I know I should not… I know and yet… Shiro, can you forgive me?”

“Lance, I will always forgive you”

Sensing what Lance was also feeling, he wasn’t surprised this time when Lance’s lips met his, his left hand gripping Shiro’s hair as the kiss turned deeper, Shiro as eager to respond. A parting of lovers always came with measures of regret. This was their regret. The times he should have been there and the times he should have showed Lance more physical love. And this was Lance’s so clumsy and desperate way to show him just how loved he’d been.

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Lance had talked himself to sleep, with the help of a little magic from Shiro. The demon realm had sounded as if made of dreams. Things called cars that were faster than horses and inorganic. Talking picture boxes that you could change the picture and story on. Electrical things you could plug in to create fire and cook. Shiro knew all realms advanced and Keith, and Krolia, had told him of many things that seemed impossible, but neither of were Lance. He’d given Lance his full attentions, Lance in turn had patiently explained things repeatedly between breathy pants. The thing called a television seemed heavenly. The idea sitting down and watching a show to clear the mind sounded like a luxury he could happily go for.

Drying Lance done, Shiro skipped redressing him entirely. He’d been sure to carefully knock Lance out so he’d sleep long enough to rest properly. Lance had been fighting falling asleep for his sake, but his health was still precarious to be pushing himself too hard towards the end. Shiro could feel the difference in Lance’s soul with the absence of that piece of Allura. He was weaker than he’d let on, probably more fatigued and plagued with a general feeling of illness, yet it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. There were gaps, but those were showing the barest of signs that were indeed filling, like the raised dirt of a mushroom soon to slowly push its way towards the heavens. Trace amounts of Shiro’s own soul lingered within from the time he spent carrying the fragments, which would be pushed out slowly over time once Lance had healed enough.

Carrying Lance to Keith’s room, Keith was lying on his bedding, his adopted wolf pup happily sleeping slayed across the bed beside him on his back. Raising his gaze, Keith sat up as he noticed Shiro watching

“Is he okay? What happened?”

Trust Keith to panic. The expression on his face was filled with worry. Lance, on the other hand, was completely out to it all. Snoring lightly in Shiro’s arms

“He fell asleep. He tried to fight it, but he needs his rest. I may have helped him a long a little. Do you know if he’d prefer to sleep in his own room or Hunk’s?”

Keith saw right through him. They both wanted to watch over Lance, but both knew they shouldn’t. Though, after his talk with Lance, what Shiro actually wanted was to not be alone

“You didn’t bring him here to really ask me that. We both know Lance would sleep alone than with us right now. Take him to his room and let him sleep”

“Alright. I will get him settled then…”

The moment between them turned awkward, Shiro backing out the door, careful not to knock Lance out. With a heavy sigh, Keith scooped up his wolf pup and rose to his feet

“Wait. I’ll help you. This may be the royal palace, but they couldn’t even manage something better than bean filled pillows. You hold him and I’ll organise his bed. I’m not taking the blame should he sleep wrong and wake with a stiff neck. I don’t he will be pleased with you for making him fall asleep”

“Unlike him I lack his talent for singing. He needs his rest. His eyes were sliding closed and he was trying to fight it, so it only took the barest of manipulations for him to drift off. He should have to worry over nightmares tonight”

A flicker passed over Keith’s face, Keith then slipping past him to take the lead to Lance’s room

“He’s been having nightmares?”

Shiro had misspoken, now Keith thought Lance was keeping it from him

“Not that he mentioned. He said they happened in the demon realm a fair bit to begin with. Are you mad that he and I talked?”

Sighing, Keith shook his head, yet didn’t turn to look at him as he let himself into Lance’s room

“No. I told him that you both should and that it was important that he made himself clear. Did he ask you about Red?”

Why would Lance him about Red when Red belonged to Lance and Keith? Was it because Lance had surrendered Blue to Allura, who’d come straight to him in a panic

“No, was he meant to?”

“He said knowing you, you’d have brought our weapons and we need to retrieve them as soon as possible. I did say I would talk to you, yet it was left without clarity. He said to take Pidge for the distraction”

Lance really was one of the smartest men Shiro had ever met

“He’s correct. They are outside the palace gates and well hidden. I’ll go tonight under the cover of rain. Though… I’m not sure I want you to handle Red”

Keith began fussing with Lance’s bedding, Shiro watching rather than focusing on the warm comforting weight of Lance in his arms. He had to let him go… Lance wanted him to let him go

“I won’t be. Lance is passing Blue to Allura and will take Red as his sole weapon. He asked me about how I was able to pass Red to his ownership, but as I gifted it to him I had not thought of it. We’d better get him settled, then leave him for the night. You do understand we no longer have the right to force sleep upon him”

“I do, but he was already mostly asleep. He simply needed that little push and he was too stubborn to give in. Think of this as my way of singing him to sleep the way he did for us when we refused rest. His soul might be better than it was, yet it will take a long time to reform completely”

Keith’s head whipped up, his brow drawn

“You looked at his soul?!”

“I did?”

“He didn’t want us doing that. He told me that… Did even you think of asking his permission?!”

Shiro could see why Keith was angry… Trying to explain

“No. I did not. I see…”

Instead, Keith snapped at him

“No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t be acting this way”

Shiro left snapping back in a yelled whisper. Lance would not wake yet he still didn’t feel right raising his voice

“Then how am I supposed to act? I don’t want to lose him yet he’s told me to let him go. I cannot shut my feelings off…”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you did. We don’t have the right to pry deeper than the surface without his permission. He’s wrecked himself with guilt over us and he asks for this one thing. Do not do it again or I will hit you myself in his stead. Lance will tell us in his own time in his own way, and no, he will not hold his tongue on this as he has given me his word. Now bring him over, he needs rest and we need distance. Our selfishness is what caused all of this”

Keith’s words felt like bitter medicine as Shiro found himself swallowing. Keith had certainly stepped up, now acting as if he were Lance’s legal guardian instead of his ex mate. It was Keith’s way of showing how unalright he felt over the situation and Shiro had to admit he did deserve the scolding

“You are right. If I am not back by morning light, Allura knows the place in which I have placed your weapons. If she cannot create a pocket realm for them, you will need to, lest the elders take them”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I have a fair idea now how to do it, Lance created one at his home to speak to me honestly. Not that I heeded his words”

Lying Lance down with care, Shiro moved Lance’s legs as Keith manoeuvred his head

“Keith. Lance told me of his time and there and of yours. I wish to apologise. I know I apologised when we spoke, and I will continue to in the future, yet as I told Lance, I swear that I do love you. Please keep watching over him. If you choose him, I will support the both of you”

“Don’t go saying things such as that now. My head is enough of a mess”

“I need to. It has stuck in my mind what Lance told me, that he does not want to die with the regret of not saying the things that should have been. I love you deeply and I love him deeply. I was a bad mate to the both of you and intoxicating fed my silly pride. You are more loved than there are grains of rice in all the realm. By him and by me. Choose for yourself what you truly wish and I will assist you. Whether it be this life or the next, I hope that no matter the outcome we will find each other again. Even as friends your happiness is my happiness”

“Don’t preach at me as if you won’t return. I’m not letting you off that easily. If you do not return I will not be held accountable for my actions. Keep this in mind”

Turning, Shiro knelt before Keith, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. Keith’s expression utterly confused

“I swear I will be back as soon as possible. And I swear that I am sorry. I’ll take my leave now”

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"Remember Me"

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TW: Spoilers for Lesson 16 ; Angst :) ; Slight (?) Self-Loathing ; Headaches ; Implied Stalking ; Slight Paranoia. If I have missed anything please do tell me!

Extra: Lucifer x OC!Meera ; "System" ; '' and italics is M.L. talking ; Mistakes in fic.

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Chapter 3

Since the tea incident, Lucifer hasn’t been once called to the castle by the prince. If none of this mess took place in the first place…. Lucifer would have been worried. Now? Now, he mutters a silent thanks to fate for not letting him go even near the prince, as much as that too, worries him. But he would rather be by the side of the ones he loves than be killed alone, uncertain of the fates of his family….

Lucifer even now does not understand.

Why is Diavolo after killing him?

What did he do wrong?

Where did he go wrong?

Was he in some way not qualified enough for his job?

Or was it the fact that he never responded to the prince’s request positively most of the time?

True, that Lucifer was never truly the one to show affection or happiness openly, since he does have a reputation to keep after all.

But being cold, distant…… heartless was never truly his intention……

He too desires to be open about his feelings….

And while its too easier for someone to smile happily as if nothing happened, voice his true thoughts…….. It was never easy.

Happiness would be an oasis in a desert, that he certainly feels he doesn’t deserve.

He never deserved it.

And he knows, he could never truly attain it either.

So, he only yearns.

Dreams, of the impossible.

Even after the whole debacle with Belphegor, he still has nightmares of Her death.

The coldness of her corpse that he held close with hope to still give her a chance, if his Father were so kind.

Then came the contract.

Then the secret.

He never had any regrets about the War.

What he does regret is that-

He, the Great Lucifer, failed to save someone important to him, his own sister.

He was the one to reassure his siblings and acquaintances of their victory.

Yet, it all still went to dust.

The only thing he is glad is that…

Despite his actions and their consequences….

She lived.

Somewhere.

Where no demon, no angel nor a God would interfere, in her life, ever.

And even if, his brothers and his relations may have become stale….

On that day, he vowed to protect them all….

Even if it meant to lie to them…

To betray them…

Or even if he dies….

It will all be alright with him…… as long they are well and alive.

….

The demon of pride lets out a sigh as he leans back on his chair to stretch his muscles.

Even after all this, he has to pretend that everything is fine.

He looks lazily at the papers on his desk. The more he works, his back screams to have some rest. Oh well, he can’t. These are needed to be submitted in the morning.

His whole day was… well normal.

No Diavolo, nor his traps.

Only his brother’s yapping, Shannon, the new Celestial Realm Exchange student seemed to be comfortable with everyone and now, grown close to his brother, Satan. Then that one demon friend of Meera’s trying flirt with her right in front of him, Simeon talking with Meera, Luke baking and chatting with her……. Oh yeah, the crazy “Lucifer Fanclub” that follows him like ghosts and making his job even more difficult as it is. He either needs to close the club (but that would mean meeting Diavolo and exposing the club as an inconvenience to him that the prince may even use against him….) or he needs to find another secret escape route just in case.

‘Oh, you are working this late?’

Ah, yes.

There is also M.L.

‘Would you like to tell me, what did you mean by “There is also M.L.”? You seem to think as if I am not here at all. Quite rude, don’t you think?’

Lucifer groans, “What made your mood sour?”

‘Tch. Nothing that concerns you, demon of pride.’

Lucifer after some moments of silence, blinks.

“Since when did you…… start to talk like….that?”

‘What? I always talk like this.’

“No. At this point, you would have combusted into swears and scream in my head…”

‘…. First, that is not how I talk. Second, I don’t know what you mean.’

“…..Do you realize…. That you were talking a bit like me?”

‘And do you realize that the Demon King’s palace, Diavolo might be planning his next way to murder you.’

Lucifer sighs again. M.L. is right. Though, for a flash of thought where he thinks…. He saw M.L.’s form who is well, formless. That image might have been his own brain escaping the reality and think of something else to calm his nerves by imagining…… but there was something that-

'Lucifer. Someone is knocking on the door.’

“…..Come in.”

Surprisingly, a rare visitor had appeared. Leviathan.

“Do you need something, Leviathan?”

His brother just looks at him for a moment and says, “The net’s been bad for hours now, Lucifer.”

“….Satan.”

“Huh?”

“He probably is downloading many e-books at once.”

“Oh…..”

“*sigh* Is it…. Urgent?”

The third brother shakes his head and lets out a rare, small yet welcomed smile, “It’s ok. I can wait a little….. Um… I’ll join the raid after an hour or so……. So, um…..”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Satan, myself.”

At this, Leviathan’s eyes light up, “Thanks!.....Um I- uh, Thanks, Lucifer.”

Lucifer looks at his brother, fondly and smiles, “You’re welcome.”

Levi looks at him, between surprised and shy and quietly runs away from the study.

“ ‘ This takes me back…’ ”

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‘…..’

The pen on the his desk clatters down the floor as he wakes up from his sleep…..

“What in the name of Devil was That?”

‘My, isn’t it already time for work?’

“Hold it, you know this? All of that? Whatever it was?”

‘…….. It’s…… That was one of my memories……. I think?’

“……”

‘It’s….. please ignore it……’

“But someone said that they wanted to meet …… you…”

‘Drop it. Now.’ He suddenly growls inside Lucifer’s head, making the demon wince in pain.

“Fine. Now stop.”

‘You STARTED IT FIRST.’

“YOU STOP YOUR GROWLING THIS INSTANT.”

‘HAH? YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE OF ME. SO BE GRATEFUL, FAILURE OF MINE!’

“Tch…. You………”

‘WHAT IS IT?’

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“Uh…. Lucifer of Pride……?”

Lucifer and M.L. shellshocked quiet down hearing the young angel’s voice from the door.

“….” Lucifer adjusts his look, “keep it down for a moment”

‘I am unlike you.’

“…..Whatever. Shannon, what are you doing in the house? You should be in RAD.”

She replies, voice muffled due to the door, “Today is Sunday. Also, miss Meera had heard you….. growling….. she tried to knock to get in but when you started to almost scream in pain, she tried breaking the door….. but the door didn’t budge so……. She went to call your brothers and told me to stand here if anything else happens…..”

‘Oh no……’

“How much did you hear?” the demon tries to keep his composure and looks at the door in horror.

“Uh, I came here just a minute or 2 ago……. Meera was the one standing here before I came…”

‘ “Oh, the Devils….” ’ They groan as they cover their face with their hand.

“Uh Lucifer…… Can I come in to check if you are….. alright? If that is …..”

“No need. Return to your quarters.”

“But-”

“Go.”

“…”

The demon hears her steps becoming more and more faint, and he settles on his chair. He looks around the room he calls his study……. Or called his study…….

It seems in the internal scuffle that Lucifer had with M.L. he had destroyed most of his study and maybe had also turned into his demon form with the small black feathers scattered around.

He sighs in frustration.

Suddenly, his D.D.D. rings loudly.

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It’s Diavolo.

Taking a deep breath, he picks up the device and accepts the call.

“Lucifer? Are you alright?”

The demon feels as if the prince’s voice is asking him not in worry but in some sort of mad glee.

As always, he puts up his walls strong, unbreakable, “Ah, yes. For now.”

“Oh….” He almost sounds disappointed, “What do you mean by “for now”?”

“…..I was quite unwell, but for now, I feel alright. …… If this is about the paperwork then-”

“Oh no, I was quite worried is all.” the prince chuckles.

“….”

“Anyways, if you want, you can take a day off or two-”

“My lord, how did you know?”

“Hm? Know what?”

“…..Nothing. I am still quite unwell it seems.”

“I see, take care.” With that the demon could hear the ping from his device. Lucifer looks out his window with narrowed eyes, searching for something.

‘……’

“It seems you also have the same thought.”

His gaze is still fixated outside.

‘How…… did he know……. About now….?’

Only one answer could be there.

There seems to be a bug in the house.

End Notes: I hope you like this chapter!😊

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The captain never makes himself a cup of tea without making you one too.

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He sees you're having a rough day and instead of asking you if you're ok, he just goes into the kitchen and starts making tea for both of you.

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Touch

Tagged: Anonymous

Request: Hawk dating a girl who is very affectionate. She likes to hold him and his face, neck and shoulders, specially the scar.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: cursing, and I believe that’s it?? It’s a little short I’m sorry

Also not completely proofread sorry lol

Characters involved: Eli/Hawk, Reader, Mentions of Miguel, Demetri, and Moon

Couple Pairing: Eli/Hawk x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and being so incredibly sweet about the wait!! I love you so much dude!! Stay awesome! 😊😊 I hope you like it!! 💕

You had always been a touchy person; believing that actions spoke louder than words.

Your boyfriend on the other hand wasn’t exactly the touchiest of people. He did his fair amount but a lot of the time he would show minor affection towards you which, of course, was never enough. You always pushed the envelope with him a lot on the touching but he eventually grew to love it. After the second month of dating he thought it was worrying that you weren’t touching some part of him.

You would give him hugs the constant time, hold his hand, and practically do anything just so you could be touching him. You especially loved to swing your arm around his shoulders and rub the side of his arm; but when you were alone you would find yourself tracing the scar on his lip. At first, he was incredibly apprehensive about you touching his scar telling you to stop immediately and almost kicked you out of his room. Hawk was incredibly insecure of it and what you had thought was a claim of love for it he took it as an insult and that broke your heart. You didn’t hate anything about him in the slightest.

“Y/N, I’m serious. Don’t touch it.”

“Eli, I’m sorry. I didn’t–”

He gives you a look of disgust, even though the look wasn’t aimed at you, it was aimed at himself, “It’s ugly.”

You shake your head, “No. I don’t want to upset you but–”

“What?”

“It’s my favorite part about you.”

Hawk scoffs, “Why?”

You walk towards him slowly while you explain, “Because it is what makes you unique. It’s what makes you powerful. This makes you human,” you chuckle, “I mean, shit, you’re pretty much perfect everywhere else you at least need one thing, right?”

Eli loosens up a bit and let’s you hug him. You sink into the hug and you two spend the rest of your night together with Hawk, admittedly uncomfortable, but letting you feel his scar and cuddle with you.

After a while you had withdrawn for a little bit afraid that you were making him uncomfortable due his lack of PDA. He started making grand gestures for you; buying you flowers, getting you coffee or tea, buying your lunch, and buying your dinner even when you insisted on going halfsies on it. It was the seventh day of him bringing you flowers and you decided that the gig was up and confronted him, “Hawk, why do you keep bringing me flowers? Like literally every day?”

“Oh, you don’t like them?”

You smile and smell the flowers, “Oh my gosh! Yes! I love them! Thank you. But, I just, don’t understand?”

“Babe, you’ve been a little off lately.”

You look at him confused, “Off?”

“Yeah, off. You haven’t really hugged me a lot or kissed me a lot,” Hawk sighs dreading the question he was about to ask, “Are you breaking up with me?”

You gasp, “What? Of course not!”

Hawk shrugs, “Then what’s your reason then?”

“I just thought you weren’t really into the whole touching thing. Especially in public. I wanted to give you your space.”

Hawk chuckles from relief, “I seriously thought you didn’t like me anymore!”

Eli pulls you into a hug which was very rare from him.

You two had started to get closer together after the little argument you two had a few weeks prior. You and him are constantly hanging out at his place with you two cuddling and you being able to feel him against you. You two had gotten into the habit of constantly touching. Holding hands, kissing, hugging, and you being able to feel his scar again while you two were alone.

But, you two started to drift apart again due to you doubting yourself. You had seen Hawk get closer to Moon and her friends and start hanging out with them. He wasn’t actively ignoring you or anything; he just had gotten new friends because you mostly had tried to distance yourself again.

He would try to hold your hand and you’d subtly pull away after a few minutes or you trying to avoid his hugs and kisses. In a way, you felt bad for treating him that way but you had just felt like he was getting tired of you.

Eli finally confronted you in the car after school one day, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Why are you pulling away from me again?”

“I’m not.”

Hawk adjusts himself in his seat and narrows his eyes at you, “You’re joking, right?”

“No?”

“You barely even hold my hand!”

You sigh, “Ugh! I don’t know,” you cross your arms and lean back in your seat.

“What do you mean?”

You let your self doubt get to you, “Are you sure you wanna be with me? I mean, I’m too touchy.”

“Not this again.”

You say nothing. You knew you were being ridiculous but you couldn’t help it.

Hawk fills the silence, “Why do you keep pulling away from me?”

“I’m annoying. I’m sorry I’m not like Moon.”

Hawk’s jaw almost drops from your statement, “Is that what this is about?”

It wasn’t. Somehow you had made it a problem; but the problem was you doubting yourself.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry that I’m too dependent on you.”

Hawk reaches over and grabs your hand, “You’re not. You’re just affectionate.”

You still don’t look at him being embarrassed by your own actions.

Hawk continues, “And, I think it is extremely adorable that you are.”

You look up at your boyfriend, “Really? You sure you’re not just saying that?”

“I’m sure. I’d tell you the truth.”

You smile up at him and kiss him. You two pull apart, “I know you would.”

You both smile and he starts the car and you head over to his place.

You two get home that evening and you two are cuddling on his bed watching a movie. You start absentmindedly tracing his scar, how you love the soft indentation of his skin there, and you look up at him.

“I still love your scar, you know?”

Eli grimaces, “Ew. I don’t know why you do.”

You lightly hit his chest and say, “Because it’s extremely cute, that’s why!”

“You’re extremely cute,” Hawk chuckles.

You laugh from second hand embarrassment, “That may be the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Yeah, starting to regret that one.”

You two laugh and then continue watching the movie and enjoying your snacks until you both fall asleep with you tracing small circles onto his shoulder. Another part of his body that you absolutely adored. Eli was completely perfect in your eyes and you definitely weren’t afraid to admit it.

You two wake up and Eli heads down to make some breakfast. You walk up behind him and snake your arms around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder and kiss him on the cheek. You put your face as close as possible against his feeling the warmth of his face against yours. After you two eat and have small conversation you both head out to meet up with Miguel and Demetri at the arcade.

As you two arrive both boys are waiting on you two. You and Hawk get out of the car and you automatically gravitate back with Eli and grab his hand. He feels your touch and he starts to smile. He invites your hand into his and you smile.

Even though he wasn’t the most physically affectionate in public you still appreciated his gestures and his appreciation for you. You also enjoyed his sensitive side when you two were alone.

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