#thank you for being so patient with me i'm not ignoring anyone with the gif chat replies i promise

[anakin-skywalker-always]

Fluffy 🌸 with Clone Wars Anakin please? 🥺🥺 with maybe Ahsoka and Obi-Wan shipping them?

The Long Game

Pairing: Clone Wars Era!Anakin x Jedi!Knight Reader 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Nothing too bad, but due to the nature of the Clone Wars obviously there is potential mentions of death/loss/wounds etc. I am Australian and therefore swear words aren’t worth a warning for me, but I shall place a warning here regardless. As always, let me know if you think there should be something listed here. 

Words: 1.5k - sorry its very short, I'm hoping a part 2 will be requested <3

Author’s Notes: ahhhhh! Thank you for the request @darthgloris I hope this is okay I had a brief idea and I ran with it, hope its still fluffy enough for you! 🥰 This was requested via my Emoji Request Prompts

Anakin was nothing if not arrogant, egotistical and, surprisingly talented to boot. As a youngling he excelled, as a Padawan learner he saved Senator and friend Padmé Amidala’s life more than once. Now, as General Skywalker, Anakin felt like he had grown into himself, grown into his power. It felt limitless, he was limitless. Anakin often had dreams of spreading himself thin, extending his power across the galaxy like a blanket, keeping everyone and everything safe.

He thought highly of himself, it wasn’t a secret. And, he didn’t think it was particularly a problem. He was the Chosen One, was he not? If anyone in the Jedi Temple was allowed to peacock a bit, it was him. 

Well, that’s how Anakin rationalised it to himself anyway. Besides, Anakin did not like playing the long game. What was the point when he could sieze everything he wanted now? 

Regardless, he had a sharp learning curve when it came to his own Padawan learner, Ashoka Tano. The snippy young girl challenged him more than most. He saw so much of himself in her, the power, the strength, the raw talent. Frustratingly, Anakin saw his faults in her too. Occasionally, the arrogance being something that Anakin couldn’t ignore. Like right now for example. 

“Please Kestis the only reason you were moved from youngling to Padawan,” Ashoka paused, pointing her spoon at her young red-headed friend. “Is because the council wanted to try and mellow out your Master with the responsibility of a child.” 

Anakin cringed as the young boy - Cal Kestis - pouted at the breakfast table. Anakin could sense Obi-wan’s displeasure from beside him, he saw his old master holding his tongue, allowing Anakin to take the floor in order to berate his Padawan. 

Unfortunately, she had a point. And, embarrassingly enough, Ashoka’s argument came straight from the kitchen, so they say. Well, his mother, Shmi, used to say. Anakin remembered expressing the same frustration only a few weeks prior. Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, Council member and friend, Y/N L/N, was unable to join Anakin and Ashoka on a crucial mission in the outer rim, due to the passover of her new, young apprentice: Cal Kestis. It perhaps wasn’t the most fair or patient thing for Anakin to do, but he blamed the boy and focused all of his frustration on the twelve-year-old. 

Fuck it, Anakin thought. He had to admit to himself, he was a little jealous of the boy. He could not help but want to be the center of your attention, at all times. Which isn’t a very Jedi thing to want. But Anakin wanted more. He always did. He always felt distracted, like he was slipping away from his mental fortitude the more he thought of you. You were playing some kind of long game with him, and he didn’t like it, the guessing, the pining - it all kept him up at night more than the war had. 

Anakin supposed he was ought to be worried about it, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He pined after you, and all he wanted was for you to maybe, even consider him more than a work colleague. 

“Ahsoka.” Anakin said sternly, as he pushed his Jedi mandated food around his Jedi mandated plate with his Jedi mandated fork, not bothering to look up at his young charge. “Watch your snippy mouth.” 

“She’s not wrong, Master.” Meekly, Cal Kestis mirrored General Skywalker across the table. Anakin felt for the young boy then. Anakin looked up, finally taking in the boy. With his fiery hair and splattering of freckles across his face, he seemed inherently sad, with his lips held tight in a line. Anakin couldn’t help but remember the same expression on his own face as he made his way around Watto’s junkyard. 

“Do you not like your Master, young Kestis?” Obi-wan sensed Anakin’s mind was far, far away, the anxiety rolling off him in thick waves. 

Cal looked up, quickly, at the two Jedi knights in front of him. He felt like he was in shock, as if the air had been torn from his lungs. Of all the questions he expected to be asked, that was not one of them. 

“No!” Cal defended, adamantly. “No! Well yes!” The young Padawan could feel the heat rise to his pale face, heating the back of his neck. General Kenobi quirked an eyebrow at the boy, urging him to continue. Kestis sighed, gathering his thoughts once more. He was embarrassed. “I am afraid I am too attached to Master L/N.” He started. Anakin felt his lip twitch, fighting a smile at the honesty from the young learner. Cal continued, “I don’t want to let her down, but my lightsaber skills are not where she wants them to be, I need more training but I am afraid to ask.” 

From the corner of his eye Anakin watched as Obi-wan opened his mouth. He knew what his old master would say: Just ask, Padawan. That is what the master is there for, to teach. But Anakin knew what it felt like to want more. 

“I would be happy to provide you with additional combat training, Padawan Cal Kestis.” Anakin leant back in his chair, both hands happily resting behind his head, left ankle at home on his right knee, lips comfortably in a smirk. 

Long game it was. 

Your eyes scanned the meals room in the Temple for your Padawan learner. You knew that you could use the force to locate him, if you wanted. But, your relationship with Cal was still so new, and somehow that felt like encroaching on the young boy’s privacy. 

Besides, there was another presence in the large dining hall that almost overwhelmed you. Anakin Skywalker. 

Arrogant, talented, intelligent, calculated, The Chosen One, handsome, flirtatious. You weren’t sure where you stood with Anakin. You longed to call him friend, but you were ultimately convinced he saw you little more as a colleague. 

Despite all that though, he was a hard man to escape at the best of times. And now, since Cal and Anakin’s Padwan, Ahsoka Tano, were friends, you knew that Anakin would always be around. 

You couldn’t help the schoolgirl flutter that it striked into you. It was exciting, you supposed, to finally have something a bit easy on the eye about constantly. It certainly made the war a little easier, to do missions with Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. 

Eventually, Cal’s beautiful bright hair shone like a beacon for you. You began to weave your way across the room. You couldn’t help to admit that you’ve become attached to him, you deeply cared for him, his wellbeing. As much as you loved the Jedi, you often thought of Cal playing, running free with kids his own age. Not becoming a soldier on the front lines of an intergalactic war. Perhaps that was why you slacked on Cal’s training. You simply wanted him to be loved, to be happy, to be a child. 

All of the fondness you held so tightly quickly got packed away once you realised who Cal was sat with. Approaching the breakfast table you clocked Anakin’s relaxed figure. The effortlessly beautiful set of his lips, the way that his eyelashes curled upwards, you were convinced his demeanour was larger than life. And, maybe, perhaps, you let your eyes wander for a beat longer than what was socially acceptable. 

Gently you placed your hand on Cal’s shoulder, perhaps it was because you were his Master, or maybe it was something deeper, something maternal, but you always felt more at ease when you had him close. With a slight bow of your head, you opened:

“Morning to you Master Kenobi, Ahsoka.” You took a moment to lick your lips, your whole mouth had gone dry, but you tried desperately to save yourself from Anakin’s piercing gaze. “General Skywalker.” The rest greeted you verbally, but Anakin said nothing, just a simple tilt of his head. You held Anakin’s gaze, his blue eyes held something else in them, you felt like he was playing some kind of game. You didn’t mind game, but only if you knew the rules, and Anakin was one to make up the play as he went along. You felt Cal clear his throat, his body lurching under your hand.

Finally, you broke the contact with Anakin, ruffiling Cal’s hair, and placing his braid behind his ear. “If you’d excusae us, my Padawan and I have much to do.” 

Anakin waited for at least 30 seconds for you and your Padawan to start walking away before he turned in his chair to follow you out with his eyes. 

Ahsoka watched as her usually oh-so-clever and suave and calculating Master watch Cal Kestis and his Master leave the dining hall like a Lothal Cat waiting for its owner to return. She couldn’t help but smile, Anakin’s pining was hilarious, and Master L/N was a good choice. She turned to share a look with Master Kenobi, and to Ahsoka’s delight he was chuckling softly to himself, coving his smile with his hand, playing it off as if he was simply stroking his beard. 

Ahsoka knew Anakin thought he was playing some kind of long game, but it was going to be a painfully long pining. Not if she was going to have anything to do with it.

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P.S This is a side account, my main is @mayhemories, so I will be answering any comments with that account but rest assured it is still me :) <3

Much love, El. 

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[demonpiratehuntress]

I see you have requests opened! If you don’t mind, I’d love an Ace one.

You’re a mermaid who rescues ace when he falls overboard drunk one night. His brilliant idea is to keep falling overboard to keep being rescued by you to get your attention cuz he can’t think of any other way. The crew thinks he’s insane and stands by in case he actually doesn’t get saved. To the point reader is like you do know there are other ways to see me besides trying to kill yourself?

this is actually such a funny and cute idea, i love it XD sorry it took so long, and i hope you like it!

taglist - @kabloswrld

(i'm so sorry i forgot i had someone to tag! if anyone else wants to be added just let me know!)

just call me, idiot

Portgas D. Ace x Mermaid!Reader

summary - idiot Ace <3

warnings - mentions of drowning, one joke about Ace trying to kill himself

You've heard them every night for the past week.

Whenever you swam up to the surface to look at the stars, the boisterous laughter and obnoxious chatter of men partying the night away aboard their ship met your ears. It was annoying, to say the least, but you wouldn't dare risk being ensnared by them for their amusement by calling them out for it.

That is, of course, until one of their crewmembers changed your mind about them.

"Man overboard!"

"The dumbass!"

"He can't swim!"

Your attention was caught one night when those panicked comments filled the air, and you looked towards the ship to see someone struggling in the water nearby. Against your better judgement, you swam over quickly and hooked your arms under the man's armpits, lifting him above the water so he could breathe. Once he was done spluttering and coughing up water, and you got a good look at him, you blushed.

He was handsome, extremely handsome. Dark hair stuck to his pale face, cute freckles dotting his cheeks. His eyes were bright with mischief, but when he smiled at you you couldn't help but think he looked angelic.

"A mermaid!" He gasped, eyes brightening even more. "This must be my lucky night." And he gave you a drunken smile, making you sigh.

You waited patiently for someone to come down to get him, keeping him afloat in the meantime since you couldn't very well climb aboard. Eventually they dropped a rowboat, and you carefully settled the now passed out man into it. You stayed to watch them pull him up, hearing shouts of 'thank you' but all you could focus on was how pretty that man was.

And how you hoped to see him again soon.

You got your wish the very next night, because Ace couldn't get you out of his head. He had been drunk, sure, but he definitely remembered seeing a mermaid. And he wanted to see you again, but he just didn't know how to get a mermaid's attention.

"You must have hit your head pretty hard to think you saw a mermaid!" Marco teased him, making the others laugh. None of them believed Ace, and every single one of them considered the idea absurd and insane - even more so since Ace is known for pulling pranks.

"But I did!" He insisted, pouting.

"Ace, there is no way you could have seen a mermaid," Marco sounded worried now. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the 2nd division commander grumbled. "But I'll prove it."

So his brilliant idea to prove it? To pretend he was drunk again and fall overboard, so you could come and save him again.

You came to his rescue again, sure enough, but this time Ace could see you clearly and he was awestruck by your beauty. For once the talkative commander was stunned into silence, and he just stared at you for the longest time until you blushed and looked away.

"We need to stop meeting like this," you told him, laughing softly. "You need to be more careful."

"You're so beautiful," he ignored your warning, smiling like a lovestruck sailor - which he was. "Really, really beautiful."

You blushed some more, "Because I'm a mermaid."

"I'd like to think that even if you weren't, I'd still have fallen for you."

Your eyes widened at his words, butterflies blooming in your gut. Your face flushed a bright red, and for a moment you were speechless. Then you remembered he belonged on land, and quickly helped him back to his ship.

"You should stop falling into the sea," you told him, "You're a devil fruit user aren't you? You could die."

"It would be worth it to see you again," he smiled, and you were concerned that he was actually serious.

"Just go," you laughed.

"Not without getting your name," he replied. "Please?"

You sighed, "It's (Name)."

"Pretty," he grinned. "I'm Ace."

And once he was gone up again, you couldn't help but feel a longing for the man you couldn't have. Little did you know, he was thinking the exact same about you. You never left each other's minds, and while you could only wish to see him again, Ace made it his personal mission to see you whenever he could.

He ignored your words and kept falling into the ocean, so much so that it became a habit of his, just to see you. You could tell soon enough that he was doing it on purpose and wasn't really drunk, but he would never listen when you told him to stop. What made it even funnier, though, was that you could see his crewmates gather around every time he committed to this dramatic method, all of them ready to jump in and stop the dumbass from drowning if needs be. They clearly still assumed he was insane.

"Ace," you giggled one night after saving him again, "There are better ways to see me, you know."

"Like how?" He pouted.

"You could just call me, idiot," you laughed, handing him a shell. "Just blow into that and I'll come. You don't have to try and kill yourself to see me."

He chuckled, holding the shell close, "Fine, I'll stop. I think my crew is starting to worry that I've completely lost it. They stand by waiting to see if one of them needs to jump in." He laughed, then gave you a warm smile, "But my hero never fails to rescue me."

You blushed, looking down shyly, "Well it would be a shame to let such a handsome sailor drown."

"You think I'm handsome?" He smirked, moving closer. The two of you were sitting in the rowboat his crew lowered for you, so it was easy for you to be this close without him drowning.

"I do," you blushed more.

His smile only widened before he leaned in and slowly captured your lips with his, one his warm hands gently gripping your chin as he kissed you. The butterflies returned, and you kissed him back just as slowly and sweetly as your hand rested on his arm.

"So we don't need to keep standing here every time the idiot throws himself overboard?" Someone called from above, breaking your kiss and making you both laugh.

"Not anymore, no. Because the idiot will NOT keep throwing himself overboard," you responded, smiling.

"But-"

"It's not worth dying Ace!"

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[reixtsu]

𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛

“You studying simply is not helpful to me right now.”

Pairing: [TOUCH STARVED] Wanderer x Gn Reader

Genre: Nice comfy fluff, kinda angst, sweet ending

Warnings: slight swear words, temporary neglect, angst (?)

Synopsis: Life has been keeping both you and Wanderer busy, and the Akademiya sure isn’t helping you. With the lack of attention, the relationship seems to go down hill. What will he do if you keep ignoring him to focus on your (stupid) exams?

Word Count: 932

(CLOSED) TAGLIST: @sl-vega, @d-d3arest @strxwberryfetish, @kunikuzushis-darling, @xrmywaifxx

Wanderer was not the type of guy to show his true emotions to just anyone. Even despite you two being in a romantic relationship, he still had that spiky exterior acting as a shell. He did not want to show his weaknesses to you either.

As of late, however, you both began having your own agendas. You started staying at school longer in order to study in the Akademiya, and he was set out on missions from Nahida. Sometimes he was gone for weeks, months, without ever seeing you. For the times when he was at home with you, you were either attending school or studying at home. There was barely any time left for both of you to pay attention to each other.

That was definitely not good for the relationship.

Overtime, the two of you began to be more distant. It wasn't intentional, of course, but that wasn't a good enough reason. Despite Wanderer’s denial, he had to admit he missed you. Even if you were a big idiot who was ignoring him and wasting away to study. He was done being patient, he was going to get your attention again.

It was the end of the lecture you attended and you exited the building with a fatigued sigh. It looked as if a zombie walked out of a classroom. With heavy eye-lids you dragged yourself towards the nearest library to study whatever you learned at the lecture, much to your displeasure. You were tired; it felt like you had been walking in a daze within the hell of learning. Part of you wished to procrastinate more, but you had too much work to resolve first. Luckily for you, your boyfriend had other plans for you.

“Y/n,” You heard a familiar angry voice call out. Slowly turning around you saw Wanderer hover a few inches above you with his arms crossed with his signature frown.

“Ah. Wanderer. Long time no see,” you have him a small grin and a wave.

He huffed, landing gracefully before walking towards you. “Enough of this.”

‘Enough of this’ could mean many things, is what you thought to yourself. You couldn't understand why Wanderer was acting the way he was so all you did was tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Don't ‘huh’ me!” Wanderer scoffed, roughly placing his hand on your chin. He squinted his indigo eyes to inspect the very much dead eyes of yours. “You look like you’re dying.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” you joked, trying to lighten the tense aura that he was giving you with a nonchalant, tired smile.

He let out a noise akin to a growl, then swiftly picked you up bridal style. Startled, your eyes widen as your feet leave the ground unexpectedly, your arms flailing for balance. Your mouth formed a silent 'O' of surprise as you were lifted into the air, your heart racing with the suddenness of the gesture.

You looked into his eyes out of curiosity, only for his sharp eyes to glare daggers into yours. If you squinted, you noticed a slight blush appearing on the puppet’s cheek as he lifted you and flew the two of you towards your house, completely ignoring the surprised gasps from the scholars below.

“Are you-” 

“I'm not doing this for you,” Wanderer interrupted curtly, not bothering to maintain eye contact. “You studying simply is not helpful to me right now.”

Averted gaze, tsundere behavior…That's when things clicked for you.

Wanderer was having his little touch starved moments, wasn't he?

A smirk crept its way into your mouth. You speculated that the distance between you two bothered him after being so close before. In an attempt to save yourself, you buried your face into his neck.

“What do you think you're doing, idiot?” Wanderer demanded, his face flushing crimson. His expression of shock lasted only a moment before he discerned that you were laughing, evident from the sudden jump of your shoulders and the muffled chuckles.

It took you a moment to respond as Wanderer landed at your shared home and peeled you off him. “I'm sorry- I just find you silly.” You laughed more when Wanderer crossed his arms in response.

“Whatever weirdo,” he opened the door and dragged you in the house. 

Once he let go of you, you took off your shoes and thanked him for the ‘ride’. Walking to the living room, you sat on the couch and smiled, patting the seat next to you.

Wanderer gave you the stink eye, switching his gaze between you and the spot next to you. “No.”

“Aw, why not?” You feigned a pout. “I could be studying right now, but you dragged me here! For what? Nothing?”

“I have my reasons,” he said in irritation.

“Okay but surely you want something from me, no?”

That smirk on your tired face, why did it have to look so hot to Wanderer, not like he would ever admit it. He wanted your touch, much to his dismay, so he decided it was best to indulge in your little tricks. With an exasperated sigh, he made his way towards the couch and sat next to you with a frown.

“There we go,” your soothing voice whispered as you tenderly encircled your arms around his waist. Warmth enveloped Wanderer's chest and face, feeling the comfort and love you offered. It was embarrassing for him after months of distance, yet also rejuvenating, akin to a spring.

Slowly, Wanderer allowed himself to melt into your embrace with his arms crossed and his head resting upon yours. “I love you, idiot.”

*ೃ༄ Author’s note: This took me so long and I’m still not done with the other stories I plan on writing! Oh well I will finish them eventually. The ending is a bit rushed as I’m sure some of you can tell, but I hoped you enjoyed this work! Thanks for reading, 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔~

@reixtsu - all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, or heavily imitate my work or ideas

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[shelbgrey]

Hi! Don't know if you're taking requests but I read your Greys fic 'that's why i don't go to the gym' and was thinking of a sibling!Reader or spouse!Reader getting admitted for some sort of brain injury/ car crash and Derek finding out as he is their doctor.

If you're not taking request, feel free to ignore this! Have a great day!

Hope you like it. Thanks for the request buddie😊

The Ballad of jayne(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Wife!Reader

Summary: after an argument Derek's wife gets in a car crash due to a storm and drunk driver. Derek doesn't know he's her doctor till last minute.

Warnings: blood, language, car crashes. Not edited.

Greys MasterList

“She was always something special

Diamond shining bright in the rain

Everybody dreams of angels

No one would ever know

How much I love you so”

Looking back now you can't even remember what started the argument. All you could remember it involved the treatment of a patient. That didn't really matter now, during your break you clocked out and decided to drive home.

It was poring down rain, but that wasn't unusual in Seattle I'm used to driving in the rain but as drove down the street I felt uneasy. I didn't know if was the feeling of something bad was gonna happen or the pure anger and remorse of the things me and derek said to each other. We're not the type of couple to fight very often, but tonight was one of those nights.

My thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the brightness of a Stranger's headlights swerving left and right behind me. The lights danced behind me like crazy and shined in my review mirror. The car picked up speed making my stomach turn. I looked both ways and sped up into another laine.

“come, on” I whimpered as the car slid back my direction. I sped up a bit as horns honked at the car I was fighting to avoid. Suddenly the tiers screeched and slid it the side. I gasped as stomped on the brakes. The car flew forward and slid left right into my car.

My heart stopped as I felt my car fly and did a flip into a ditch on the side of the road. I gasped in pain then it all went black as my car landed upside down.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Ambulance sirens filled the area and cops flew to the seen. Y/n was in between concessions and could barely hold onto the seat of the car that was upside down. Tears and blood streamed down her face as her right leg and head throbbed.

“help me” she whimpered.

A young paramedic quickly ran to the car and knelt down to look in the window. “h-hay... Everything is gonna be okay”

“I want Derek” y/n cried out losing consciousness. Her mind went to Derek afraid of there last encounter would be a fight.

“where's Derek?” the paramedic reminded calm and gave her a reassuring smile. “well, we will take you to him, is he your husband?” he asked. She cried and nodded as the pain rised. The paramedic nodded “okay, but first we have to get you out" he carefully opened the driver side door.

“do you trust me?” y/n nodded as the tears got heavier. He smiled. "good.. I'm Tom" he quickly stood up and shouted for the other paramedics and a strecher.

“I'm gonna die” y/n cried. Tom shook his head. “no one is dying”

Y/n nodded still not fully convinced. As the sounds of equipment and metal being cut around her she thought realized how scared she was of dying. Her and her friends family had too many close calls. What if this was the end. She's was afraid of dying, afraid if anyone would care, afraid of leaving Derek and their twins behind.

I'm sorry Derek

It went black again as the firefighters successfully cut the car door off and the paramedics pulled her out to quickly stop the bleeding.

--------(Derek's pov)--------

“Hey, this is y/n I'm probably in surgery or sleeping.. Leave a message and I'll get back to you”

I sighed as I got her voice mail once again. She wasn't answering her phone or pages, which was usual. My chest tightened as I walked around her usual spots in the hospital and found nothing. On top of that no one has seen her since the hour before our argument.

Damn, I had no right to blow up on her. It was stupid. I deserve her silent treatment of whatever this was but now it was scaring the shit of me. I tried her cell once more but I got her voice mail again.

I shuttered as millions of sanaros(mostly negative) play in my head as I roamed the halls. I retraced mysteps until I came a crossed Meredith. Those two being sisters in all have been glued to the hip since intern year. If anyone knew anything it'll be her.

“Hey, Mer have you seeing your Sister?” Meredith looked up from her chart and gave me a concerned look at.

“I figured she'd be with you?” I shook my head with regret. If I didn't yell at her she'd be here I thought.

“maybe she's getting the twins” Mer suggests. I shook my head no. I had already checked there. Before she could suggest anything else Meredith's pager went off. She looked down and saw it was a 911

“crap, I got to go” she padded my shoulder and ran off. I sighed and went to the ER with a sliver of hope she was down there with April or Owen.

As I stepped out of the elevator I saw Amelia and a few others race with a strecher that was caring what looked like a car crash victim. I walked over and saw my sister Calling For a head CT for the male victim. She looked up and saw me.

“there's another one” she said pointing to the left. I looked over and saw the group was shouting and frantically moving around the blood soaked victim. I quickly put on some gloves and raced over were Richard and Meredith was.

“What do we got” I asked. Merdith stopped and looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. My eyes then looked to Owen who was stopping the bleeding with the same look on his face.

When I got closer my life crumbled to the ground. It was y/n. The woman who always had my back and the person I considered my partner in crime was laying on the stretcher.

Everything thing felt numb and the sounds were muffled as I pushed koracick out of the way. My body ran on audio pilot as I checked her eyes and head.

“Derek” Richard exlamims but I ignored him.

“Derek!” he snapped. I looked back at him with hate. “Derek we got it... Step away” he continued.

Koracick tried to get back in but I snapped. “you toach her, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do” he put his hands up in defense and backed up. Him and y/n were friends but I couldn't stand the guy. And if anyone was gonna even get near her brain it's gonna be me...No matter how much it hurt.

I looked around and snapped again. “What are you all standing around for!? She's needs a CT scan, now!” I got ahold of the strecher and raced down the hallway with Meredith and Bailey on my tail.

The tension highlighted as I scrubbed my hands in the sink. I felt the tears prick my eyes as the realization seemed to fall on me like a tone of bricks. I gripped the sink as the the thoughts of fixing the brain bleed ran through my head.

“Derek... If you don't want-” Owen said coming in but I slammed the faucet handle shutting the water off. “don't do anything stupid to her leg” I snapped and walked into the OR.

I sighed and stood next to her holding her hand as she went under anastasia. I gave it one last squeeze as moved up to her head. “it's a beautiful day to save lives” I mumbled.

"oh shit.. Mer's up there" Mark whispered he once noticed she was up in the gallery. He just looked up for a second and he wished he didn't. The realization That he was operating on his best friends wife, practically sister-in-law finally hit. "this is fucked up... This wasn't supposed to happen" he whispered as he watched Bailey dug into her chest.

“shut up Mark” Derek mumbled as he stared into the one Brian he never imagined he would touch or even see.

--------(3rd pov)--------

As the heart monitor beeped Derek silently watched her. “come on baby” he mumbled as he gently held her hand.

“I'm so sorry, come back to me” he mumbled as he held her cold hand his lips and kissed it gently.

She slightly shifted at his touch and her eyes fluttered open. He quickly shot up from his seat next to her and clicked on his flashlight checking her eyes. To his releaf everything was good.

“hay y/n.. Can you say something?” he asked softly. She let out a shaky breath and turned her head towards him. “ouch” she reached up to rub her forehead and to her surprise she felt bandges.

“what happened?” she asked.

“you were in an accident” tears pricked her eyes as flashes of the insadent replayed in her head. “it hurts” she cried. Derek took her hand and sat on her bed.

“your okay now... Your safe” he whispered. Tears pricked his eyes as he moved closer and rested his forehead gently on hers as relief washed over him.

“I'm so sorry... I thought I lost you and-” he started to ramble but her stopped once y/n's hands moved to the sides of his face cradling his face.

“shh.. It's okay, we're okay” she whispered as she wiped away his tears. “I had to operate on you and it was awful” he mumbled.

“it's okay now” she said as she slowly moved to the side and padded the empty area. Derek carefully climbed in the bed avoiding touching any tender spots on her body.

“just hold me please” she asked softly. Derek wrapped his arms around her gently as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you” he mumbled and leaned down softly kissing her.

“I love you too” she mumbled as she drift off to sleep. Derek on the other hand just watched her like a hawk. He wasn't gonna risk any post-surgery problems or risk losing her again. The anxiety kept him awake but in the end he knew she was okay. They were both okay and that all that mattered.

#Derek shepherd x reader #derek shepherd imagines #greys anatomy #derek shepherd #greys anatomy imagines #greys #Patrick Dempsey #Meredith Grey #mark sloan x reader #mark sloan imagines

[woncherie]

Thank you for replying about the rules!

Then I would like to make request for the blue lock boys : bachira, chigiri and kunigami, please!

May I request how the boys would try to confess to a painfully oblivious, yet affectionate crush please? Like they enjoy hugging the boys and all, but everything flies over their head.

Thank you for your time!!!

HELLO!! ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖) I'm sorry for it to take to long, I was drowning in uni work. I wanna apologize for this mess that I produced. this kinda got longer than expected so I left out chigiri,, I'm so sorry grr

genre: fluff

Reader: Gender Neutral (if I did any mistakes please tell me!!)

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confessing to oblivious reader:

Bachira:

You always appreciated Bachiras easy and ongoing character, not taking everything that you say to him seriously. you two could just sit around for hours and hours without getting bored, just laughing and joking around together.

His love language is physical touch. He loves having his arm around you, being close to you, his hands on your shoulders, just touching you in any way. he also speaks his mind, not thinking twice before dramatically confessing to you every few days, jumping on your back and hugging you while laughing.

When you began your (now very close) friendship to him, you were confused by his behaviour, but after a few weeks you got used to him and his way of acting. you dont even take these words serious anymore, even though it seriously hurts you. you'd love to hear them come from his mouth and meaning them. (at least you believe he doesnt mean it.)

Some of your other friends might even ask you two if you were dating. You shook your head, Bachira nodded.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What what?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering why he just nodded. It wasn't unusual for the both of you to get asked this question, but usually both of you would dismiss it with a quick hand or headshake.

You loved Bachira, and you loved the close friendship you two had, but at this point it was getting more than frustrating. it feels like he knows about your feelings and is just playing with them.

"Why would you say that?" You bit the insides of your cheeks, trying to ignore the pain in your chest once again. you couldn't do this anymore, it just hurt. You didnt want to tear up in front of him, but you just needed to tell him about his behaviour just breaking you.

"(Y/N), I told you about how I felt about you around five hundred times already." you heard bachira speak up defeated and discouraged, his normal joking behaviour being gone. instead, a serious looking boy stood in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, taking your hand slowly and gently. "But all you do is laugh and change the topic. I can't stand this anymore. are you doing this on purpose?", he let out rather frustrated.

"... HUH????"

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Kunigami:

Kunigami is literally just a big ass fluffball. He is nice and patient to everyone and anyone as long as they are the same to him.

This is probably why you never realised the special feelings he had about you. yes, he is nice and helpful and gentle, integrating and patient, but with you his behaviour goes up another level. he's constantly looking out for you, making sure you eat properly and stay hydrated, he's even walking you home every day with the excuse that his home is in the same direction anyway, acting unbothered and cool when in reality he should've turned to the right halfway through the way home. (but you don't know. he doesnt let you find out.)

he's inviting you over to him every other day, meeting up and probably playing football with you. it doesnt matter to him that you aren't a good as he is, he would even gladly teach you, as long as it means to spend more time with you.

in order for you to realise he really thinks you are more special to him as the other people in his class, he would probably take you to a nice scenery to confess his feelings. which means him forcing you to spend time with him again, not that you would mind though.

you noticed him being more silently and into his head the whole day in school. after school was over you head to his desk, trying to find out if everything is alright.

"Hey, do you need to go home right now?" he asked you, looking up from his desk and right into your eyes, making you feel a bit shy under his glance.

"No. Is there anything you wanna do?" you answered him. He stood up from his chair, throwing his bag around his shoulder. "Lets go for a walk."

You both walked around the city, hands brushing up against one anothers every few minutes. you could feel him trying to hold at least a few fingers of yours, but kunigami always shyed away right afterwards. you didnt say anything, just hoping for him to just take your hand.

The second you two stood at the bottom of a small mountain you started complaining a bit. "What the fuck, do we really need to go up there?"

"Just shut up and follow me" he said with a grin on his face, stretching his hand out for you to finally take.

you placed your hand in his and he grips it tightly, starting to lead you up the mountain. his hand spread warmth through your body and you could feel your heart racing a bit. stop feeling this way, he is just being nice, he's like this to everyone, you tried to downplay your feelings.

once you arrived at the top it was already late in the afternoon and the sun started to set. you both threw yourself onto the ground, looking up into the sky, talking and watching the sky turn from blue to yellow to orange to black, stars beginning to shine brightly all over it.

you did admit that the scenery was amazing from up here, but you didnt say it out loud. you just know kunigami would grin and say I told you so after you complained the whole way up.

instead, you turned your head to him and looked at him, surprised that his eyes were already on you. (they were from the very beginning, you just didnt notice.)

his hand came up close to your face and he put a few strands of your hair away that fell over your forehead. you couldn't help but turn red at his small gesture.

he opened his mouth, wanting to say something before changing his mind and closing it again.

"is everything alright?" you asked him.

"(Y/N). fuck. I really like you."

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Here is an insurmountable amount of garbage. It disgusts me as well. I apologize in advance.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #kunigami rensuke #kunigami #kunigami fluff #blue lock kunigami #bachira meguru #bllk bachira #blue lock bachira #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #bachira fluff #bllk #blue lock scenarios #blue lock reactions #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ's Follower Celebration!!!

Hi friends! I recently hit a follower milestone that absolutely blew my mind; I never really expected anyone to be particularly interested in my work, let alone this many of you. I am constantly blown away by your talent, insight, and creativity. I'm so grateful for every single one of you, and I want to celebrate YOU!

With that in mind, I'm going to be opening requests to create Datafiles like the one I made for Cerra for your Star Wars OCs. I've created three different versions: a Grand Army of the Republic Personnel Datafile, a Jedi Archive Member Record Datafile, and an ISB Suspect Datafile. Here are some examples of what they look like:

Transcripts in alt text.

Here's what you need to do to participate:

Submit an Ask with your OC's name and the artwork you'd like me to use. The artwork should have either a plain or a transparent background, and the filesize needs to be smaller than 25MB.

Fill out this form to tell me what information you'd like included in your OC's datafile.

Reblog this post to spread the word so other folks can participate, too.

That's it! Detailed rules are below the cut:

Rules:

Since this is intended to celebrate my followers, this event is only open to folks who follow me. I will be checking.

Each blog can submit a maximum of two requests.

Once I've created the Datafile, I'll answer your Ask with the PNG and the transcript. Feel free to share and repost them elsewhere, but it would be lovely if you could give me credit; I worked hard on these!

Requests will be filled in the order in which they are received; please be patient as it takes time to create the Datafiles.

I will not begin working on a request until I receive BOTH the Tumblr Ask AND the info form response.

By submitting your OC info, you agree to allow me to edit the text if necessary to fit in the template without consulting you ahead of time.

If you use a Picrew or similar to create your OC artwork, please include the link in your ask to credit the creator. By submitting artwork, you affirm that you have a right to share and transform/edit the artwork, and that you are giving me permission to share/edit the artwork as well.

Don't submit inappropriate images, please. I'm a delicate kriffing flower.

Do not submit hateful content.

I reserve the right to ignore a request for any reason.

Tips for success:

Keep it succinct; it's fine to use truncated, abrupt sentences. Sometimes they make it sound more official, and remember, I have limited space in the templates. I'll do my best to accommodate what you submit, but I might need to edit the text to fit (see Rule 6).

Think about whether the organization creating the Datafile would know/care to include the information. Examples of things to include: injuries sustained in battle (particularly if they were severe/debilitating); special/unusual Force abilities; an explanation of why a Jedi padawan switched masters; outstanding warrants. Examples of things that might be less relevant: petty crimes that the ISB wouldn't necessarily investigate (keeping in mind that they're more like the FBI/CIA/NSA than the local PD); minor injuries sustained outside of combat (like a black eye from a barfight at 79's); favorite snack when they were a youngling in the Jedi temple creche (unless they're STILL a youngling in the Jedi temple creche).

Remember that the ISB stands for Imperial Security Bureau, so they wouldn't have a file during the Clone Wars. Similarly, the Jedi Archive and GAR records wouldn't reference the ISB Datafile (though ISB certainly could have access to Jedi and GAR records).

Think about the perspective of the person creating the record; if it's ISB, they might accuse your OC of a serious crime that they didn't commit (or exaggerate a minor crime to look more severe than it actually was) for the sake of propaganda.

Have fun with it! "Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking" is a fantastic trope for a reason!

Thank you all so very much for being such a lovely, welcoming group! I can't wait to celebrate with you!

I used these picrews to create the OC artwork for the examples: GAR; ISB; Jedi Archive.

Ragu list:

@secondaryrealm @sev-on-kamino spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella @cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @mandos-mind-trick @littlemissmanga @stunkbiggu @starqueensthings @clonemedickix @marierg @idontgetanysleep @moonlightwarriorqueen @dudewhynotthis @sleepycreativewriter @tcwmatchmakingau @littlemissbshine @multi-fan-dom-madness @heavenseed76 @wizardofrozz @bobaprint @sweetcream-coldfoam @banksys-rat @skellymom @pickleprickle @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @dickarchivist @cw80831 @kimiheartblade @meredithroseg @flyiingsly

#follower celebration #follower appreciation #dystopicjumpsuit's follower celebration #star wars #star wars oc #jedi oc #clone trooper oc

[niki-phoria]

hi:)

could i request a jay x m! reader

m! reader is either 8th member or soloist idm:)

i was thinking jay and yn have been hiding their relationship, and one day someone walks into jays room and it’s just them all cuddled/kissing

the fic is basically enha being surprised and teasing the two and jay being a good bf and calming down yn^^

pairing: jay x male!8th member!reader (no pronouns used but mentions coming out) genre: fluff word count: 802

includes: nervous reader, supportive enha, slightly blushy jay

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea is so sweet, i love it sm <33 i hope you like it :))

additional note: hypothetically... would anyone like it if i started writing more for leon kennedy bc i love him sm and i'm thinking of opening requests but i'm not finished with re4 yet and i'm a little worried about him being ooc

requests open !! read my rules first

the stage lights beam down on you from above as you look out into the crowd. it’s exhilarating - performing in front of thousands of people. 

jay reaches over to squeeze your hand in his, bringing you back to reality enough to wave at the crowd. jungwon pats your shoulder as a silent cue that it’s your turn to speak to the crowd. “ah, thank you so much for coming,” you smile. “it was an honor to perform for you all today. we hope to see you again!” 

everything blends together as you take your final bow before the crowd. jay’s hand never leaves your own as you leave the stage. “you did good, baby,” he whispers as he carefully untangles your mic pack from underneath your clothing. 

“you did too,” you murmur, quickly leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek. jay smiles, shaking his head in an attempt to hide his slight blush. 

“y/n,” sunghoon calls, passing you a bag of your clothes. “go change. we’re leaving soon.” 

“thanks.” 

it feels good to finally have a reprieve from your stage outfit after hours of dancing in it. jay is already sitting on the couch beside jake and niki when you finish changing out of your stage outfit into a random pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies. 

jay smiles when you walk over, quickly curling up on the couch beside him. he wraps an arm around you as you lean against his chest. “you look like a couple,” niki teases. 

“let them cuddle in peace,” jake retorts. 

“they’re being cute in public!” niki whines. “if they can cuddle in front of me then i can tease them.” 

you ignore their comments in favor of nuzzling even closer against jay’s warmth as you patiently await your manager’s cue to begin preparing to leave.

you’re grateful for jay’s comforting presence beside you as you lean against his shoulder. the drive back to your hotel is slow. fighting back sleep is even more difficult as he rubs a warm hand against your back. “tired?” you hum, burying your face further into his shoulder. jay chuckles a little as he coaxes your body further against him. “get some rest,” he whispers. “i’ll wake you when we get there.” 

with his promise and a sweet kiss pressed against your forehead, you finally relax into jay’s arms. from the front of the car, heeseung turns to look at you. “you two are cute together.” 

you freeze, shifting to look up at jay. his hand reaches over to grab yours once again before he answers. “you know?” 

sunoo furrows his eyebrows a little. “know what?” 

you turn to look at jay, silently asking for permission. he squeezes your hand before nodding a little. “we’re dating.” 

“really?” jungwon stares at you with wide eyes. “for how long?” 

“almost a full year,” jay replies. at his response, jake whines and niki cheers. 

you cock your head at them in confusion. “what?” 

“they made bets about how long you’ve been dating,” heeseung chuckles. 

“you aren’t exactly… subtle.” sunghoon shrugs. 

“how long have you known?” 

“we made them a few months ago,” jake sighs. “you couldn’t have started dating a little sooner?” 

“don’t be salty, hyung,” niki teases. 

you shift a little in your seat, still a little anxious from coming out to your friends so suddenly. “so, you’re not upset?” 

“no,” jungwon reaches over to pat your knee. “we would never be upset about this. we love you.” 

the small smile on your face mirrors jay’s when you turn to look at him again. he leans over to press a quick peck against your temple as you lean back against his chest, finally falling asleep to the soundtrack of your friends playfully arguing about which one of them was able to figure out you were dating first. 

you all but collapse onto the hotel bed beside jay with a small sigh. he chuckles, tugging your body closer. you ignore how your still-wet hair seeps into the fabric of his shirt as you snuggle against his chest. “they took it really well,” he murmurs. you hum, eyes fluttering shut in the darkness. 

“i can’t believe they took bets about us,” you whine. 

jay chuckles. “you would do it to them too.” his laughter intensifies when you playfully huff.

“if i knew you were also going to tease me i would’ve taken the offer to room with sunoo.” you dramatically pull away from jay before he wraps his arms around you further. “okay, okay, i’m sorry,” he smiles. “don’t leave.” 

“only because you’re so cute.” you lay back down on jay’s chest, quick to make yourself comfortable once again. “i love you.” 

“i love you too,” he whispers, pressing a final kiss against your forehead before you finally fall asleep. 

#enha x reader #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enha soft hours #enha x male reader #jay x male reader #enhypen x male reader #jay x you #jay fluff #enha fluff #enhypen fluff #jay x y/n #jay drabble #jay scenario #jay one shot #jay imagine #enha x you #enha x y/n #enha one shot #enha imagine #enha drabble #enha scenario #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen scenario #enhypen drabble #enhypen imagine #enhypen one shot

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Part of Me ||

Symbiote!Matt Murdock x female reader

Tags/warnings: oh gosh where do we start? 😅 Oral sex (f rec), sort of non-con tentacle insertion at first quickly changing to 'yes please I am fully onboard for some consentacle porn', unprotected sex (p in v), assplay (m and f), slight choking, human and alien body fluids I guess, improv cock ring, and FLUFF (yes actually!).

A/n: thank you to the mutuals who enabled this 😉 and the post I saw from @thora-jane that inspired me in the first place (huge apologies if it's not really your thing let me know and I'll untag 🫢)

If anyone likes this I might try a more angsty exploration into the deeper moral issues that arise from being a crime fighting vigilante lawyer with an alien inside that just wants to rip heads off and eat them (thanks @spiderbabey for the inspo for that!)

After a brief chase through the dark city streets The Devil has the mugger pinned underneath him, baton poised above the guy's head, the silver of it glinting in the streetlight, his muscles straining hard with the effort of holding it back. He had heard the commotion, the threats, the gun being drawn and was on the scene in a flash of red. The guy saw the suit, the horns, and ran. As he tore off after him Matt could sense that the victim was shaken but otherwise unharmed but if he hadn't acted so fast…

KILL 'IM

"No!"

BAD MAN

"Yeah, I know. Very bad man," Matt grits his teeth together trying to keep the other voice at bay as he draws a hard breath.

KILL HIM

"No, No killing! I told you." Matt snaps.

HUNGRY

The deep growl has a sharp metallic edge to it that shocks right through Matt's veins. He can feel the power of it bubbling through him and it's taking everything to keep it inside and contained.

The devil had truly been let out. He could use it as an excuse for the things he did at night but the honest truth was that he wanted to do those things, he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Since he'd been infected with this thing he was even faster and stronger than before, better equipped to protect the Kitchen… but it came with a price.

MAKE HIM SUFFER

The voice over his shoulder hissed as the perpetrator stared up at Matt, the smell of fear wafting off him.

DELICIOUS…

"We're taking him to the police and that's the end of it."

Matt dragged the man to his feet and dumped him at the station. As he jumped up the fire escape onto the roof of the next building the symbiote twitched under his skin.

YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK FOREVER MATTHEW

He ignored it but he knew he was in for yet another restless night.

And that wasn't all.

There was you.

It had been the worst possible timing. You had started seeing each other about a month before it happened, and he was on edge around you the entire time. You had put it down to nerves and stress at work, trying your best to get Matt to relax and not worry, to assure him that you loved spending time with him and he could just be himself.

PRETTY

"Fuck, no, don't ruin this for me…please."

"Uh, hey Matt, you alright?"

He tries his best to keep it together. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine, it's just this case… "

"A tricky one huh?" You ask him.

"Mmm, a total pain in the ass, you could say."

"Do you need to work late? Because it's okay if you do, we can rearrange dinner for another time?"

He'd let you take the lead, you had been the one inviting him up to your apartment after you had dinner together and on both occasions he'd politely declined, half of him not wanting to rush this and the other half terrified of what his alien side might do.

WE LIKE HER

Yes, of course he liked you, you were funny and smart and understanding. So much more than most.

However, this time after you had finished your meal and he had walked you home, you wouldn't take no for an answer. You knew he was probably just being polite, knew he really wanted to take things further but had something on his mind. You were so patient and open with him, encouraging him to talk about it if he wanted, to express his concerns. You didn't want him to do something he'd regret.

"I just, don't want to hurt you…" he'd explained, and that was the truth. He'd quickly fallen in love with you and the way you were giving him all the time and space he could need was just causing him to fall even deeper.

"You won't hurt me Matt, I know you won't." You'd said so sweetly as you pressed him up against your door, your lips falling on his.

The alien had been uncharacteristically quiet of late but he wasn't taking any chances when you pulled him into your apartment. He wanted to damage control as far as possible, there was no way he wanted to scare you away.

"I know it might sound strange with me uh, not being able to see but… is it okay if we keep the lights off?"

You smiled so warmly. "Of course, I want us to be comfortable."

God you were perfect. He couldn't fuck this up. He wouldn't.

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"Oh, oh that feels sooo good, oh holy shit Matt, it's like your hands are all over me…"

Fuck.

You had your eyes softly closed, that much he could tell and was grateful for. Inky black tendrils were webbing across your naked skin and caressing your breasts as his own fingers were still woven in your hair and holding onto your waist as he kissed you, but he couldn't stop it.

SOFT

The dark voice within him rumbles with interest.

WE WANT TO TASTE HER

For once Matt found himself agreeing with his symbiote.

"Sweetheart," he says to you, kissing his way slowly down the side of your neck and down your chest and stomach. "would you let me do something for you?"

You gasp in anticipation, knowing exactly what he's about to ask as he gently nudges your thighs wider. "Yes, yes Matty please…"

You don't see, only feel the two long black shining tentacles that lash their way around your thighs, with two others branching out and teasing up and down your pussy lips, spreading them open and putting you perfectly on display for him. You take a sudden sharp inhale of air and Matt freezes. "Are you alright? I can stop…" that wasn't exactly the truth, he didn't know if he could.

"No, no no please don't stop! I just… it feels so different, I- don't know how you're doing what you're doing, but god, don't stop…"

Matt hums before he kisses the soft inner skin of each thigh, then slips out his tongue, dragging it slowly up the center of you, flicking it up over your clit. The sound you make has his dick throbbing.

He laps you up, his hands skimming up over your hips to hold you firm to his mouth as he takes his time taking you apart. He hears you whimper and twitch under him, and only then is he aware of the thick, probing, wet tentacle that's pushing its way into your pussy.

"Mm!"

"Oh fuck!" Matt curses, he can feel the sensation of you squeezing him through the symbiote. It's like nothing he had ever experienced before. You moan long and hard as you're filled, Matt's tongue still licking and sucking you towards ecstasy.

SHE LIKES IT

He can't usually control what the alien does, can only hold it back so much, but now he finds the control has been shared with him, the room quickly filling with slick sounds as he moves this extension of him within you, drawing out your addictive little moans.

He stops when he senses you looking at him. Actually looking. With your eyes.

He wants to die.

"Oh, Matt…" you sit up as he gently pulls away from you, the symbiote retracting slowly and carefully back under his skin with a grumble that only he can hear.

"Is this what you were afraid of, why you've been acting so strange?"

"I, god I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I'll go-" he feels around for his pants but you crawl across the bed and grab his arm stopping him from running away.

NO

"Matt, please don't leave! Just tell me, is… is this thing a part of you?"

Matt sighs, hanging his head. "It's... still all so new but… yeah. I don't really know how it works yet." His head tilts adorably as he considers something.

"Why aren't you running a mile? Aren't you scared, or mad that I kept this from you?"

You only smile and pull him closer. "I'm only sad that you felt you had to keep it from me. If it's part of you, that's okay. I want all of you, Matt, if you still want me…"

He can't believe what you're saying, how could you possibly be any more perfect? He licks his lips, nodding. "Of course I do."

"Come here," you beckon, lying back on your bed. "We'll figure this out together, but only if you finish what you started. I don't know how good those other senses of yours are but… I liked it."

You trail your fingers up his side, his breathing shallow as everything you're saying sinks in.

"Touch me with them, Matt… please." Your voice is coloured with excitement and need and who is he to refuse you. His brows almost reach up to his hairline and the smile on his lips is as wide as his face when you reach for him. A soft gasp leaves you when his other side makes a gradual reappearance, the webbed, black tendrils snaking up your skin and coiling around your breasts. You sigh softly when one slides inside you again.

Rippling contractions pass down through the length of the tentacle, massaging you from within and making you mewl out with pleasure. Matt's breath wavers as you watch as another one wraps around his own cock and does the same, slowly squeezing and milking drops of precum onto the sheets.

The sensation of warm slithering and throbbing rolls over your clit at the same time Matt is desperately licking into your mouth, there's so much stimulation your brain is starting to melt. Slick wet sounds as the tentacle fucks in and out of you fill the room, and you feel your pussy walls start to flutter and contract. "Ohh, m'gonna cum-!" You moan as your body writhes and rolls against him. Matt takes it all in, he can feel the tight squeezing of your perfect cunt, the pounding of your heart, hear the sweet sounds you make as your orgasm rolls through you.

"You're so beautiful…"

He slows and gently pulls back letting you come back down. "Are you okay sweetie?"

You almost laugh, your body alight with desire. "Jesus Matt, yes!"

"If you want to stop-"

"Mm, no don't stop, let me feel you." you breathe, and tentacles are quick to wrap around your body, drawing Matt closer, bracing himself over you.

"You got any more of those?" You tease, arching into his touch while other thick strands of shiny black emerge and wrap around your legs pulling them open again. He moans against your parted lips, the coil that's around his hard cock nudging the head of it at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal. The tip of your tongue gently slides against his as he pushes inside, just the barest whisper of pain as he stretches you open.

SWEET GIRL, SO GOOD FOR US

Matt makes a quiet noise in agreement as he starts to grind his hips at your insistence. You feel like nothing else and he wants to make this good for you. You respond to every little touch of him and the symbiote, purring like a kitten when your nipples are pinched and tugged by the prehensile serpent-like appendages. The steady, slow drag of his cock in and out has you murmuring his name like a prayer while he shows just how much he adores you with his mouth, the warm brush of his lips caressing your sensitive skin and setting off goosebumps all across it.

YES

MORE

The voice at the back of his brain is greedy, but it soon becomes clear it's just echoing your own desires to him. He feels more tendrils slipping their way up to wrap around your throat and slither between your legs, hearing the needy, desperate panting from you when one of them brushes lightly against your ass.

"Uhuh! Please, yes Matty… please"

You beg him until the blunt, self lubricating tip of it breaches you gently. It's small and slender at first allowing you to get used to the intrusion, but then there's nothing but pleasure as it swells bigger making you feel stuffed full, pulsing every time Matt thrusts his cock deep in your pussy.

He groans as another tendril that's not under his control splits off, penetrating his own ass and throbbing against his prostate, while yet another curls tightly around the base of his sensitive cock to stop him from cumming right there and then.

"Fuck… fuck!" He whines at the intensity of all this feeling, connected to you in a way he could never have dreamed of.

You're so very near to falling apart, being thoroughly fucked from every possible angle, your eyes are rolling back and muffled moans escape from around the thick black tentacle that lays heavy against your tongue as you suck on it.

The creature inside him is suspiciously silent, seemingly content feeding from your throes of passion for now. But then it speaks again, a hungry voice full of sharp teeth and carnal want.

HARDER

MORE

SHE CAN TAKE IT

Matt tries in vain to shake the lustful haze from his mind. "Sweetie, tell me what you need…" he asks you, his voice strained and tight.

"M'so close Matt," you cry, "please, please harder… make me cum!"

He lets loose, giving you what you need, making you moan so prettily as his hips piston hard, skin slapping against the backs of your thighs. The improvised cock ring finally releases him, coiling lower to tug and pull on his balls and he ruts even harder chasing his own end. A slick combination of your own juices and those from the symbiote leaks over your bodies as they slip and slide against each other, only increasing the multitudes of sensation thrumming through you as the tentacles fuck, fill, tease and choke you. Your cries rise as you can't hold back any longer, cumming and creaming hard on his cock, your pussy and ass squeezing so powerfully he quickly follows, his fingers almost bruising your soft flesh as he's groaning and spilling hot inside you.

The symbiote growls and purrs along with him, satisfied and sated. It very slowly withdraws again, slipping out of your bodies leaving you wrapped in a sweaty mess of only each other.

Matt gently brushes some strands of hair away from your face. "You okay sweetheart? It… wasn't too rough on you was it?"

You stretch yourself out with a blissful sound against him, eyes half closed and a relaxed smile on your lips. "No, I… just didn't know I could feel that good."

Matt chuckles softly, kissing you on the cheek. "Neither did I."

You lie there for a few soft moments getting your breath back before guiding him to the bathroom, turning on the shower and pulling him in with you, letting the stream of hot water cleanse you both. His multiple tentacles are a great help washing your hair and soaping up your body, and you find yourself petting them and giggling as they wrap a fluffy towel around you when you're done.

"Honestly Matt, I think you're amazing."

Matt is almost brought to tears while he hugs you tight. It feels so good to know he doesn't need to face this change in him alone, and that he's lucky that he met someone as understanding and loving as you to share it with.

Now all he had to figure out was how to explain his other life to you…

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Some Part of Me Came Must Have Died the Final Time You Called Me, "Baby" - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us (HBO)]

Title: Some Part of Me Came Must Have Died the Final Time You Called Me, "Baby"

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Based On: First Time

Word Count: 3,231

Warning(s): main character death, violence, injury

Summary: Joel is offered a rare glimpse of hope after the apocalypse had started. However, the universe can pull away signs of hope just as fast it can offer them.

Author's Note: I've changed this song's story about three times... oops.

UNREAL UNEARTH - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first time that I met Joel it was because he was being dragged in very suddenly by Tess.

I had just sat down at my dining room table and placed my head and my hands. I was so tired. But then again, so was everyone else. At some point, everyone being tired just means that no one is and this state of being is just considered normal.

Doesn't mean that I had to like it.

I felt like I had done nothing but panic all day. People needed my help. They always did. The problem was that those in charge didn't like that I was trying to help people without taking part in whatever strange structure they had been developing. So, it all had to be done very quietly.

Which was hard to do when people were busting down my door... like Tess did.

She hadn't even tried to knock. She knew that she was less of a guest and more of a regular patient at this point. Instead of knocking, she shoved the door open, allowing it to bang against the wall it was next to.

"Hey, hey, what the hell," I asked. "What'd my wall do?"

"Sorry, not the wall's fault," she replied as she closed the door again. "Just tired of dealing with this hardass."

The man with her grumbled and rolled his eyes.

"Dumbass got his hand cut open," she explained. "Fix him. Please."

"I'm fine," the man muttered.

"The hall you are," she snapped at him.

"Let me look," I said, holding my hands up. I stood up and held out my hand. He glared at it for a few moments before finally letting out a huff and letting me grab his hand. "Oh, that is nasty. Come on. Sit down. I'll stitch it up for you."

He seemed like a toddler as I got him to sit down at my dining room table.

I was cleaning the cut to the best of my ability considering the whole apocalypse thing. I had to fight the urge to chuckle at his quiet grumbling and huffing at the stinging.

"So, Tess, who's hand am I working on," I asked.

"Could ask me," the man replied. "Joel."

"Well, Joel, you didn't seem like the talking kind," I shrugged.

"(Y/n) was a doctor before this whole shitshow," Tess added.

"Almost," I corrected. "Had a couple months left. Probably why I was left alone and not made to find a cure or kill those that were infected."

"And now you just... help people out of kindness?" Joel's tone was gruff. He didn't believe that it was possible for anyone to be kind for the sake of being kind. I didn't blame him. It was hard to believe.

"Believe it or not, darling, not everybody resorts to being awful when the world goes to shit."

I heard a quiet, amused huff escape Tess.

I went back to my work in silence after that.

At some point, Tess said that she had to leave. I was focused, tongue poking out a bit between my teeth. I could feel how closely Joel was watching me, but I did all that I could to ignore it.

Joel was just as I expected: not a conversationalist. He was gruff. His shoulders were tense. His hands were calloused, but most people's hands were these days. His face was hard-set in a scowl. He was clearly a man that had grown skeptical of everyone around him. Probably why it took Tess physically shoving him through the door for him to actually get his hand taken care of.

"Come back in... a week," I instructed. "We'll check out the cut and see what's next."

He nodded, muttering a thank you. It was an awkward thank you. It was as if he had forgotten how to say it. I had to keep myself from chuckling. Something told me that he wouldn't appreciate that.

I never thought that I would see him again.

I was wrong.

It was a few days later that I heard a knock on my door. I furrowed my eyebrows. It had been late. Most people didn't bother coming to me late at night because it was simply too much of a risk. The only people who got themselves hurt that late were the ones who went looking for trouble that late.

Joel was standing on the other side. He looked almost as awkward and tense as he did when he thanked me.

"Joel," I said in greeting. "It hasn't been a week yet, don't tell me that you've already hurt yourself again."

"Uh, no, no," he shook his head. I watched as he went to reach into the bag that he had been carrying on his back. "I was finishing up a job and found some medical stuff. Thought you'd get some use of it."

He held the bag out to me, letting me look down at the stuff that he had.

"Oh, thank you," I replied. "Here, come in."

I stepped to the side. He nodded as he moved around me.

We found ourselves standing at what little counter space I had. I was digging through the bag, pulling out supply after supply. Bandages and medication. Some supplies for cleaning wounds and stitching up cuts. It was a miracle.

I looked down at the collection of stuff I had.

"Listen. I won't ask where you got this stuff," I explained. "But I will say that, darling, you are a miracle."

"I hope that calling me 'darling' isn't gonna stick," Joel muttered.

"Keep bringing me shit like this and I'll call you anything you want."

I heard him scoff, which made me look over at him.

"Thank you, seriously."

He just shrugged me off, ignoring my gratitude. "I'll bring you more when I get my hands on it."

"Deal."

That was the beginning of a great arrangement between the two of us. He would go on his jobs and bring me back medical supplies. I would take care of whatever wounds he and Tess earned while doing so.

I got used to Joel being around. It felt like I was constantly finding him on my doorstep.

As time passed, I found something between us shifting.

It was something in the way we talked. It was like some kind of wall had started to crumble. We were becoming more and more vulnerable. Each revealed secret was a brick being pushed from the wall, leaving each of us with a far clearer image of each other. I liked it.

I found myself being more nervous. My heart beating faster, my thoughts moving even faster, and my face warming whenever I said something that wasn't strictly professional or friendly.

I was constantly convincing myself that I was conflating things. Any lingering looks or touches were simply my imagination running rampant. Any act of kindness was nothing more than Joel finding a way to ensure that something that benefited him was functioning properly.

What else could it have possibly been?

Why would I believe that it was anything else?

Those were two questions that I would constantly ask myself. It was some way of ensuring that whatever feelings I had stayed in control. That my thoughts didn't run wild.

I held onto those two questions until I was forced to let them go.

I was sitting across from Joel at my table yet again. There had apparently been a fight somewhere outside. Joel had won but had gotten a rough hit to the side of the head.

"I'm shocked that you came to me when there wasn't any visible blood," I said quietly as I leaned back in my seat. He seemed fine, thankfully.

"I knew that you'd never let me hear the end of it until you checked it," he muttered.

"Aw, you learn fast, darling."

"I thought you were gonna stop calling me that if I kept bringing you supplies."

"I don't see any supplies," I commented.

He nodded toward his bag, which was sitting on the table.

"Joel...," I mumbled, almost sounding like a disappointed parent. Or like an owner that just watched their cat drag in a dead bird. I opened the bag and found supplies tucked away in the bottom. "The fight... it wasn't over these, was it?"

"Asshole was trying to take the meds-"

"Joel!"

"I didn't have a choice!"

"You could've just given him the drugs instead of getting yourself hurt," I lowered my voice and leaned in a bit closer, trying to not alert anyone around us.

Joel mimicked my movements, "You were almost out-"

"That is my problem to solve."

"Not anymore."

"Why not?"

It was a question that hung in the air between us. It weighed it down, making it tense. Heavy. There was an answer there. Sitting in that space.

Joel went to lean back, clearly going to shrug off the whole event.

I didn't let him. Instead, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his in the most awkward kiss I had experienced since I was in high school. Regardless of how awkward it was, it felt right. Almost comforting. In a world where proper connection felt impossible, this moment made it seem like the easiest thing in the world.

It was a short-lived moment. A matter of seconds before Joel pulled back. I leaned back too. Any comfort I had found faded away in seconds, now replaced by a kind of fear that I hadn't felt in far too long.

"I'm sorry," I muttered to him. "I shouldn't have done that. I-I'm sorry-"

Joel cut me off by leaning forward and kissing me again. It was as if he had been waiting for me to say that it was alright and after I kissed him, he knew that it was. My hand came up to touch his cheek, thumb dragging along the scruff on his face.

He leaned back. I smiled at him, hand still on his face. I saw the grin forming on his lips.

"I should... I should go," he mumbled.

"You could," I nodded.

"Or... I could stay here a bit longer."

"I like that idea a lot more."

He chuckled at me. "I thought you would."

It felt as if everything changed after that.

Objectively, not much had. Joel was still bringing me medical supplies. He was still having me look over injuries.

But something had still shifted.

It was nice. And weird.

I had gone through so much time on my own. I had shoved myself away from everyone. I had been someone hidden in the background. There when needed, blending in when I wasn't. Joel had largely done the same, hiding from any kind of connection for his own sake. Neither one of us truly knew what to do now that there was all this attention on us.

But we learned. Slowly.

I liked it.

Despite all of the fear, despite all of the life we had both lived through already, there was this kind of innocence that came with whatever we had. It was strange to have to relearn myself. But it was worth it. The highs and the lows of it all.

I think that being with him forced me to let my guard down.

I expected to hate the idea. To always feel that pit in my stomach that came with the fear of never being prepared enough, of nothing being scared enough. But it didn't seem too bad. It was nice, actually.

Every time that I felt the word "darling" pass my lips, the more at peace I felt with myself. With the world around me. Something that I never thought I would experience... or want to experience for that matter.

Maybe that made me a fool. Maybe that made everything that happened that night my fault.

I had no reason to believe that that day was going to be any different from any other before it.

I had woken up next to Joel, which had been happening more and more. I could remember smiling to myself when I did. I had been more comfortable with him than I had throughout most of my past.

We both had gotten up and gone to our respective jobs like it was any other day. He told me that he was going to come back to my place when he was done. I had joked about him making it home before me at sitting at my doorstep like a lost puppy. He chuckled and muttered that he would see me later.

I watched him walk to the door before I stopped him. "Darling..."

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at me. "Yeah?"

I paused for a moment before walking over to him. I kissed him gently. "I... I love you."

It had taken me months to get the words out. I had been thinking about it for ages at that point and something about the moment felt right. Nothing in the day had gone wrong yet. There hadn't been any bad news that morning. Everything had simply been quiet and calm. I felt as if I needed to say it then and there.

There was a long pause where Joel just stared at me.

I wanted to apologize. Take it all back and let our day go on as planned.

I didn't get a chance. Before a word could escape me, he replied, "I love you too."

I froze for a moment before a smile formed on my face. I leaned in and kissed him again. When I pulled back, I tugged the door open, causing his hand to fall from the doorknob.

"See you later," I said as I walked out.

"Yeah, see you."

I spent the whole day with a dumb grin on my face. Comforted and safe. It was strange to feel like that while working. It had been one of the only times that my guard had truly come back up all the way now. But I couldn't help it. I had gotten so comfortable with Joel that it made me comfortable with the rest of the world.

It wasn't until I made my way home that anything seemed wrong.

I was walking down the hallway back to my place. As I did, I saw that my door was cracked open. I furrowed my eyebrows, immediately slowing my steps.

I tried to make sure that I hadn't stepped on any squeaky floorboards.

As I got closer, I heard two voices muttering back and forth to each other and the distinct sound of someone rummaging through my stuff.

I should have turned around then. I should've gone to get somebody. I should've done anything other than open the door. But I didn't listen to that intuition. Instead, I slowly opened the door, hoping that it wouldn't creak on its hinges.

I saw two boys rummaging through my stuff. One of them in the kitchen. The other in my dresser.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked.

They both turned around to face me.

"Go ahead, answer me," I pushed, trying to be braver than I was. I was already certain that they were there for the meds that Joel had gotten me, but I wanted them to admit it.

"Grab 'em," the guy at my dresser said.

I took off as the boy at my kitchen cabinets ran toward me. There wasn't much room to move. I was hoping that I could get around and back to the door before he caught up to me.

I wasn't so lucky.

I had made it around to the kitchen counter. However, when I tried to run around again and back to the door, the guy managed to get in front of me. He grabbed me.

I struggled. I did all that I could to get away from him.

I think that scared him. The next thing I knew, there was a knife sinking into my stomach. I gasped.

I had never thought about what something like that would feel like. It was strange. It was sharp. A shooting pain that burned through my body. But some part of me almost felt... numb? As if as soon as the pain started, it stopped.

The boy looked just as shocked as I did. As if he truly didn't believe that he had the ability to hurt someone. I wonder what went through his mind. If it was some promise that he made not to hurt someone or some promise to get better or if he was realizing that all of this pain and suffering was going too far.

His panic caused him to jerk the knife to the side, cutting even further along my stomach before abruptly pulling the blade out.

He stumbled backward as I fell to the floor. I clasped my arms over my stomach, hoping to stop some of what was coming out. I heard his friend yelling at him to go after slamming the dresser shut. I heard something like a stunned 'oh shit' before insisting that they still go.

It was like poetic justice.

Joel walked into the doorway just as the boys shoved their way out. I met his eyes from my place on the floor.

I felt my vision tunneling as Joel's voice echoed in my ears. He was yelling at the boys who were running out.

"Joel..."

My voice came out weak. Weaker than I wanted it to.

It seemed to get his attention though. He would have all the time in the world to track those boys down. I wasn't going to be so fortunate.

He ran over, kneeling next to me. He grabbed the sides of my face, moving my head so I'd look him in the eyes. I tried to lean into his hand, searching for some kind of comfort.

"There you are... look at me," he muttered. "I've got you."

He pulled away from me. He was frantically looking around my now-messy place, looking for where my supplies had been thrown.

When he ran back over, he was holding my box of stuff for stitches. I almost wanted to chuckle. I knew that stitches were not going to work. The cut was too big, too deep. It had simply been too long for them to solve anything.

I found myself just wanting him to look at me again.

I reached up and touched his cheek. "Darling..."

He shushed me quietly. "I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna fix this. You're gonna be just fine, alright? Just fine."

I didn't respond. I simply dragged my thumb along his cheek before I pulled my hand away again.

I found my vision growing even darker than it had before. I let my eyes flutter closed. It was strange, being so aware of my death. I always thought that I'd be overcome by shock. Or that I'd go in my sleep. Anything that didn't force me to face the presence of death directly.

And in the end, I never found myself minding how death loomed over my shoulder the entire time. I was focused on Joel. Having him there, getting to touch him... getting to call him "darling" one last time.

If I could find one thing about death to remember in whatever afterlife I found myself in, I would like it to be that I was loved.

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Firstly, your fics give me life, they’re incredible! Secondly I was wondering if you could do a Lockwood x sibling!reader fluff? Where reader comes back to Portland Row injured and Lockwood’s worry comes across as frustration and they’re both tense until they eventually both cool down and it’s a soft/bonding moment. Maybe with dialogue prompts: “i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost.” And "it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you."?

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Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x gn! sibling!reader

Content: physical and emotional hurt/comfort, blood, Lockwood being a fluffy protective big brother, mild swearing

A/N: thanks for being patient with this, I've been away all week and haven't had as much time to write as I'd planned! This is my first sibling fic so I hope it's okay!

Word count: 1.8k

Tag list: @neewtmas @marinalor (if anyone wants adding to the list, let me know!)

Where was your key? Where the hell was your key?

You scrabbled frantically across your pockets, trying to feel for the lump of your keyring. Not in your jeans. Damn it. Relief flooded you when you found it in your jacket, only to drain away as you tried and failed one too many times to fit the key into the lock with shaking hands. One more try, you told yourself. The key slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the step, and you swore as you dropped your bag and knocked firmly.

George was shuffling out of the kitchen with a glass of water when there came a colossal thudding at the front door. Nothing good ever came of knocking like that, but against his better judgement he opened it.

"Oh shit," he muttered before he could stop himself.

He barely recognised you at first. Your hair was matted against your head with a mixture of rainwater and something dark. That same dark liquid coated the fingers of your left hand, raised level with your weary face as you tried to look nonchalant leaning on the doorframe. On closer inspection, it was a deep red. The bottom of your T-shirt was jagged and significantly higher than it had been last time he saw you, exposing a grubby patch of stomach. What was missing of it was tied around your left leg, above a tear in your jeans from which radiated a large purplish patch, reaching from a little above the tear to almost down to your knee. George swore again.

"George please," you hushed him, doing your best to ignore how much of your weight you were now putting on the doorframe, "I'm fine. Just help me inside." The pressure of the wood digging into your arm subsided as George ducked under your shoulder to take the weight, other arm wrapping round your waist and holding you up as you hobbled through to the living room. The second you were in range of the sofa, you flopped onto it with a wince.

"I'm going to get Lockwood," he announced.

"No, don't-" you began, frantically and in vain; he'd already gone. Great. About the only thing that could make this worse was a lecture from Anthony bloody Lockwood, your overbearing older brother. Your only hope was to get patched up before he got here. There was a first aid kit in the kitchen, wasn't there?

You hurried to your feet, but a dagger of burning pain shot straight up your leg and into your brain, sending you staggering backwards. So much for that plan. Best bet now was to minimise any opportunities for him to fuss. That could work. You set to, untying the scrap of cloth from around your thigh with one hand and brushing your hair into a vaguely normal style with the other. Hasty footsteps hammered down the stairs, and in a last ditch effort you dragged a blanket over your lap.

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"What the hell happened?" Lockwood appeared in the doorway, casually dressed in a black T-shirt and light grey sweatpants. His hair was unstyled. Had it not been for the fire in his eyes and voiced, he'd have seemed the most relaxed you'd seen him in years.

"Nothing, I'm-"

"Don't you dare say you're fine," he cut you off sharply. "George said you were bleeding!"

You feigned innocence. "George must have been mistaken." Lockwood moved towards you, silent, calculating, and you were attempting to figure out what he was doing when he whipped the blanket away. You gasped, a combination of shock and the lance of white hot pain the sudden movement sent through you. He swore at the patch on your jeans. You supposed everyone else had a go at swearing tonight, he might as well too. All the colour had drained from his face, and he instructed you to stay put as he dashed from the room.

"Not like I can run off anywhere in this state!" you yelled after him. You looked down at the rip and the gash underneath. Thick, dark blood had started to trickle from it once again. You quickly pressed the heel of your hand to it, biting back a groan.

Your brother returned a few minutes later with the first aid kit and a pair of your short pyjamas.

"Thanks." You held out a hand for the kit, but he kept it close and knelt down beside you. "Ant, I can handle it." As his sibling, you were the only person allowed to call him Ant, he was strictly Lockwood to everyone else or Anthony at a push, but under the circumstances even you felt on thin ice.

He ignored your protest. "Jeans off." Debating whether to be stubborn, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and shattered your willpower. You stood, a hand on his shoulder to keep yourself upright, and when the waistband brushed against the wound and you hissed his head snapped up, eyes filled with concern. As soon as you stepped out of the jeans, you wriggled carefully into the shorts and changed your top at the same time before sinking back onto the sofa. Lockwood held up the tattered remains of your T-shirt.

"What happened? You loved this top." His voice was much softer than it had been. He was right too - he'd bought it for your last birthday, emblazoned with the logo of your favourite band, and you could barely go a week without wearing it at least once. It wasn't unsalvageable, it would just have to be a crop from now on.

"I made a tourniquet with it."

"Oh, so you're not completely stupid," he smirked, but there was an edge to his words that suggested he meant the last word a little more than normal.

"No, just mostly." You tried to keep it lighthearted, thwarted when he pressed an antiseptic to your leg and a whimper fell involuntarily from your lips. He looked up at you again, worry painting his features, and you watched as those same features hardened. He dragged his eyes away.

"I can't believe you went on a case alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Wait, that's not-"

"I know you're still getting used to having George and Lucy around, but at least take me with you."

"No, Ant, listen-"

"No, you listen!" he snapped suddenly, body jerking upwards like he was reacting to the noise as much as you. His fingers slipped from the bandage he'd just finished tying round your thigh to ball into quivering fists, and his eyes were narrowed. You'd never seen him look so angry, and you shrunk back a little. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I realised you weren't home? How I've spent the whole evening wondering where you were and if you're okay? How much I'd blame myself if anything happened to you, because you're too young to be out there alone and it's my fault for getting you involved in the agency in the first place, because I was so excited that my sibling wanted to be just like me so I let you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost, but I can't do that if you go off half-cocked on cases alone!"

"Anthony!" you finally cried. The red mist lifted from his vision, and all his rage left with it when he saw you, trembling and on the verge of tears. Immediately he sank to his knees, hands on your shoulders. "I wasn't on a case!"

Now it was his turn to look confused. You sniffed, rolling your lips in as you persuaded yourself not to cry. A single tear broke the barricade, and in an instant Lockwood wiped it away.

You steadied yourself with a shaky breath, then explained. "I'd gone out for a walk, to the shop across town for that tea you like. I was on the way back when I heard a scream. There was a little girl, locked in the park, she was on her own and it was past curfew. I couldn't leave her there, Ant." Your voice cracked as you saw him nod in silent understanding. "I hopped the fence and boosted her over. There was something coming so I rushed and ended up slicing my leg on a fence spike."

"Was... was the girl okay?" Lockwood asked quietly.

"She was fine, she had no idea how much danger she was in other than being afraid of the dark. But I..." The Visitor in the park flashed violently behind your eyes, mouth warped in a piercing scream and hands reaching, grabbing. You broke down. "I was so scared." Lockwood leapt into action, moving beside you on the sofa and pulling you into a hug. "I didn't have any salt bombs or anything, just my rapier, and I didn't know what to do. I wish you'd been there, Anthony."

Your brother shushed you calmingly, stroking your hair. "It's alright... It's okay... I'm here now, I've got you."

"I'm sorry I made you worry," you mumbled.

"No, hey it's okay. I'm sorry I got mad. You were doing a good thing, two good things actually, and I don't want you to think that's wrong. Sometimes I forget you're not such a little kid any more, but you're the only family I've got. I know we have George and Lucy now, and they love you to bits too, but it's not the same. So I'm going to be the fussy big brother for as long as I can, okay?"

You agreed, then it clicked what he'd said about two good things. "Oh, I almost forgot! Where's my bag?"

Lockwood went to look - George had brought it into the hallway after he helped you inside. You rummaged through it, producing a small pink box with delight. "I managed to get you that tea after all!"

Lockwood laughed as he turned the box over in his hands. "Now I definitely can't be mad at you."

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You sat together for a while, all frustration having faded away now you'd cleared the air. He told you stories to keep you calm, adventures from cases he'd done without you or memories from your childhood. At one point, once it was clear the animosity was gone, George popped in with tea, and Lucy also came to check on you. Eventually you let out a yawn, and after checking your bandage once more Lockwood helped you up to your bedroom. As soon as you were under the covers, he disappeared. No goodnight, no sweet dreams, nothing. Rude. You were about to call out for him when he returned with pillows under one arm and his duvet under the other.

"What are you doing?" You let out a surprised chuckle.

"Sleepover," he shrugged. You knew what he was really doing: showing he was there to keep you safe, proving he was absolutely not mad at you. He pitched up at the end of your bed, between you and the doorway. You smiled.

"Thanks, Ant. Love you."

"Love you too. Sleep well."

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[loveshearsmith]

Agh, hi, i love your drabbles! i've read every single one so i know you've already covered it a bit, but i would love to read something about caring for an emotionally distraught Ross, on account of all the being called worthless scum who'll never amount to anything everyday. What do you think? 💜

hi!! thank you for your kind words about my work and for your request - i would love to do this for you! i wasn't entirely sure how you'd like this to be written, so i've gone for ross x gender neutral reader. i hope this is okay! let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy :)

p.s, i do have other inboxes/requests which i will reply to as soon as possible! i'm not ignoring anyone! <3

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Ross Gaines - "Worthless Scum"

Summary: [Ross x GNreader] Ross gradually becomes worn down by Pauline's relentless bullying, and seeks comfort in the arms of his favourite person.

The look on his face as he entered through the front door to our shared apartment almost ripped my heart in two. His eyes, once bright and full of wisdom, now dull and sad. His mouth, soft lips normally smirking or twitching with intense interest, now down-turned in a melancholy frown. His face, usually so clean and smooth to the touch, now tainted with smears of dried blood, and roughened due to weeks of tiring work and pain.

This had seemed to get progressively worse over the past week or so. When he was first assigned the job of investigating a restart officer at the local job centre, neither of us imagined what horrors he would return home with every night. It started with simple, belittling comments and rude remarks from the woman he called 'Pauline', but with each passing day he'd start showing up with random bruises and telling me heinous stories of being beaten and physically attacked.

Of course I was horrified, I had begged him to report her, or at least refuse to continue working until she was fired. But Ross was stubborn, he always had been. Especially when it came to his job.

It was only a few evenings ago that he had come glumly walking into the apartment, his expression laced with unusual sadness. I was stood cooking for the two of us and expected him to give me a usual 'hello' kiss, but instead he glanced at me with a weak smile and walked straight to the shower, sighing heavily as he went. When he reappeared to eat dinner, I had tried asking him if he was okay, but he just nodded his head and changed the subject. Our evening meal was usually one of the favourite parts of our day, getting to finally spend time together and catch eachother up about our day. But this particular evening, it was quiet. He usually doused in my home-cooked meals, but he barely ate anything this night, pushing it around with his cutlery. As we cleaned up, I tried again to see what was wrong, but he dismissed me and said he just needed an early night, before taking himself to bed.

It was very strange behaviour for Ross. And this carried on up until today. I gasped aloud at the sight of him, immediately rushing towards him and placing my hands on his arms. "My god, Ross! Please... tell me what's going on" I could barely whisper as my eyes examined him, riddled with anxiety and dread as I couldn't wait any longer to find out what had been bothering my significant other.

I watched as he opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as no words came out, only a broken squeak. Hot tears immediately filled his eyes as he shook his head, falling limp as I pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. We stayed still for a while, allowing him to cry into my neck as my hands rubbed soothingly against his back and across his hair. I had never really seen Ross cry before. He had always been very selfless with his feelings and didn't communicate them much with me - apart from the things he deemed important. He was a very headstrong man, extremely patient too, so seeing him so distraught almost made me break down along with him.

When the sobbing had quietened, I held him at an arms length and gently wiped the stray tears away, trying to read his face for answers. "Talk to me, baby." We didn't use pet names very often, but this felt necessary. He sighed and lowered his head, looking at the floor for a moment. "Let's sit down" I said gently, leading him to the sofa and perching next to him. He took a shaky breath as I held one of his hands in mine.

"It's Pauline..."

He went on about how awful the past week had been. He didn't think that she could get any worse than she already had been, but he was wrong. The beatings, the insults...

"It must be true," he wailed, fresh tears falling as he continued to talk, "I'm obviously not good enough. I'll never amount to anything." I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. I was baffled, to put it simply. I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arm around his back.

"Ross... You are the smartest man I've ever met. You don't seriously believe any of that?"

I felt his shoulders raise and fall again with a dismissive shrug. "Being an internal investigator isn't much, is it?" His voice was angry, but he spoke so gently, almost as if he was questioning the very words out of his own mouth and was asking if I agreed or not.

"That's not true. I know you don't even believe that." I squeezed his shoulders as I spoke. "It's a really interesting job, you're so good at it. And you love it, which is all that matters anyway."

He shook his head with a whisper. "Not anymore." My heart broke hearing him admit that. Ross has always been a workaholic, he has stated to me many times that before our relationship, all he knew was working, work, and even more work. And now he's falling out of love with his job? Pauline should be grateful that I don't know what she looks like, otherwise she'd be getting a hard slap.

"Oh, Ross" I sighed, pulling him into me for another hug, tears still pouring from his eyes, wetting my shirt. "No matter what you do from here, whatever you decide is best for you, I will always be so proud of you. I love you so much." I felt his head raise as he tilted to look up at me, eyes glistening. I stroked against his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they had slipped, "You have always done me so proud. And you should be proud of yourself too. For everything. Don't you dare listen to whatever Pauline has said, you're a very successful man with the biggest heart, and I'm so lucky to love you."

I reached to grab a tissue from the coffee table and dabbed it under his eyes.

"I'm so lucky to be loved by you" he choked out in a whisper.

I smiled before laying down onto the sofa and extending my arms up towards him, welcoming him in for a cuddle. He curled into me, his head on my chest, letting me pepper small kisses all over his forehead. Some time had passed, and I was sure he had fallen asleep. My own eyes were getting heavy, and it was only until he mumbled my name that I realised he was still awake.

"Hmm?" I hummed, tilting my head down to look at him.

"Thank you." He murmured, reaching for my hand to press a small kiss to my knuckle.

When I didn't say anything, he turned his head to make eye contact with me. "What?"

I stayed quiet for a moment, allowing myself to think. "Please don't feel like you have to hide anything from me ever again. I'll always want to help you." I spoke sweetly but firmly, making sure he knew I was being serious.

With a small nod of his head, I smiled at him and leaned down towards him for a kiss. He puckered his lips and closed his eyes in anticipation, but opened them again when nothing happened. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at me inches away from his face, "What's wrong?"

"You've still got blood all over your nose" I chuckled, grabbing him by the hand and leading him towards the bathroom to clean him up.

#the league of gentlemen #reece shearsmith #x reader #ross gaines #ross gaines imagine #league of gentlemen #ross gaines x reader #fluff #reece shearsmith imagine #the league of gentlemen imagines

[elvisabutler]

beggin' you for mercy

summary: austin knows what happens to good boys when they're bad boys and he hates it. and yet that has stopped him from being bad every once in a while. rating: m word count: 1029. warnings: orgasm control. orgasm denial. oral ( m, receiving ). allusions to oral ( f receiving ) and p in v sex. dom/sub dynamics. bit of mommy kink. author's note: consider this a faint continuation of yesterday's blurb for mommy kink. anyway! welcome to day four of kinktober orgasm control with austin butler. i am aware that some of y'all would have probably liked to see orgasm control with austin controlling the reader's orgasm, however, i was in a sub austin mood for this and i have enough requests for austin for the rest of kinktober that don't worry, y'all will get that exact thing. also please ignore the fact that i mixed up my days earlier this week. i think i'm just really excited to get to tomorrow because i'm a sucker for praise kink. thank you everyone who's read the past three days and had me marveling at the amount of notes because i wasn't sure anyone was going to read some of them. y'all are the best, truly. also tag for @oh-kurva because i did promise last night.

"Please." He groans, his hips bucking up uselessly in an effort to gain some friction, any kind of friction only to be met with air and your cunt so close and yet so far away from his aching cock.

"Please what, baby boy?" You ask, a smirk crossing your features. "What is my baby so needy for? You can tell mama."

"You know what's got me so needy. You've got me so needy. Seeing you has me this way. Just let me touch you, please." Austin's voice is high pitched, practically reedy in tone and you almost break there, but you know you must endure.

"Good boys know better than to come without mommy's permission. And what did you do while I was busy with work?" Your hand moves down Austin's chest, down his torso and right down to the v of his hips before you stop eyeing his reaction as you do. His body shudders just a bit, you note and you can see his muscles tensing so hard to try and not buck his hips up again.

"I played with myself and made a mess. But you were taking so long and you promised tonight would be about us. About me." He whines and a blush covers his face once he realizes it. He would be more put together, less whiny and less needy but it's been an hour and all he wants to do is come. He doesn't care where any more, just that he can.

Your eyebrow quirks up at his tone, noting the way he whines out me like a spoiled toddler and not like the 31 year old he is. You know you're getting there, you know you're getting to the point where he's learning his lesson. Maybe just another ten minutes, a little more teasing and he'll know truly what was wrong about what he did.

"And I told you that work calls for the next couple of months took priority over everything else. You said you understood that, said it was fine and you were patient enough to wait tonight. What changed?"

Austin leans his head back against the pillows and takes a few short heaving breaths before answering. "Your breasts. You- The dress you're wearing, it makes them look so good. Spent all night wanting to bury my face in them. Wanted to mark them up. Wanted you to- God, mama- suffocate me with them."

His words come out in a rush, half slurred once your hand slides down to touch his neglected cock. You said he couldn't come but your hand is right there squeezing and touching him in just the right way. How is he supposed to not. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of your hand.

For what it's worth, you clench your thighs together at his words and at how he starts to writhe on the bed his eyes shut like he's trying to escape the sensations of the room and everything else. Maybe- Maybe he's already learned his lesson. maybe you can cut it short this time.

"Austin, open your eyes and look at me." Your voice is soft as you lean over to whisper in his ear, your hand still moving slowly up and down his cock.

Austin forces his eyes open and realizes you're not by his face any more, not by his ear, instead you've slid down to his lap, and your mouth is hovering over his cock. He keens at the sight. "I'm looking. Please mama, please, no more teasing I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want tonight, I'll eat your pussy, I'll fuck you all night please please please."

You blow just a tiny bit of cold air onto his cock, watching his jaw clench so hard you feel he might have almost broken his teeth. "When you ask that nicely, I think I have to. But you have to promise no more touching like you did tonight. Or your punishment will be so much worse."

You don't wait to hear a yes before your mouth envelops his cock and his actual answer gets lost in a should of your name as his hands move to your hair. He's not in charge of the pace, but he needs something other than the sheets to grab at. You hum at the slight tug, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock slowly before playing with the tip. You know this won't last long, Austin's cock was practically drenched in pre-come by the time you even touched him, but still you figure both you and him might as well enjoy it. Your hand moves to his balls, playing with them in your hand as you feel Austin trying not to move his hips too much. Another hum, a longer one leaves your lips again when you move your hand and attempt to relax your throat, grabbing at Austin's hips to give him a cue to try and force his cock in a little more. Your mouth tenses just a tad before you realize he got the message and your head bobs as his hand twists even more into your hair until he's growling and groaning and you feel the first hint of his come before he lets out a choked out cry of your name. He's practically trembling when you pull off of him after you've swallowed, giving his cock little kitten licks as you do. His cock is still interested, twitching in a valiant attempt to get right back into the action when you finally pull up and give Austin a kiss, letting him taste himself on you.

"Good boy." A pause. "Now, what was this about eating my pussy? I think you might have earned it now. Earned all the attention I want to give you tonight."

Austin looks at you fo a moment, his chest heaving as he tries to settle himself before you see a glint in his eye as he slinks off the bed and onto the floor where he can put himself directly at eye level with your cunt.

"I worked up an appetite, mama, I hope you're ready."

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[writteninlunarlight-years]

Can I request a match-up for Baldur's Gate 3 & Obey Me please?

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight (Please exclude Raphael, Emperor, Cazador, Thorm, and the Withers!)

Appearance: I'm a skinny woman who looks like a teenager despite being in my late twenties. My height is like 154cm. I have dark armpit length hair that's tied in a low ponytail. I have big eyes, and I wear wide frame glasses. My nose shape is fleshy nose. I wear oversized t-shirts, baggy pants, and sport shoes

(MBTI &/or Engram if you would like to take the tests and add it) : INFP-T

Personality: I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally).

I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented. I'm pretty dense, straightforward, oblivious, and naive too.

I get confused or misunderstand what people meant easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it.

I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, forgetful, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly.

I try to communicate properly & ask for their consent first before doing anything because I misunderstood that I had their permission before. I do my best to give people the benefit of doubt but I do have my limits. I don't really get angry often that even my family & friends are surprised when it happens once in a blue moon.

I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things.

Likes (at least like three things): music, fanfiction, manga, anime, cartoons, books (If I find it interesting), family, friends, potato chips, chocolate, cakes, bread, anyone who is kind, patient, supportive, helpful, tries at least, trustworthy, responsible, fair in general, respectful, flexible, honest, open-minded, humble, sincere, accepting, thoughtful, encouraging, forgiving, careful, understanding, wise, mature, cooperative, caring, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Dislikes (at least three things): anyone who's rude, disrespectful, doesn't listen to others, refuse to admit mistakes, blames others for their mistakes, ignores people yet demands attention from them, demanding, won't acknowledge what you said, hypocritical, biased, irresponsible, careless, disloyal, inconsiderate, insensitive, inflexible, petty, hostile, untrustworthy, immature, uncooperative, unforgiving, judgemental, narrow-minded, self-centred, unethical, self-righteous, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Hobbies : drawing, reading manga, listening to music, fanfics especially reader inserts, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. My favourite genre is romance but I love comedy, mystery, action, sci-fi, fantasy, and historical too! My favourite music genre is pop, but I also love ballads, & alternative rock!

Extra fun fact (this is about whoever you are describing to me): I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I always need to let the cinema employees check my identity card to verify my age whenever I watch a R-rated movie.

Although a kind stranger realises I'm older than I looked when we talked about how I didn't lashed out in anger at someone who didn't do anything wrong to me because I know how it felt to be in that position.

Please and thank you!

It's finally the weekend!!! I am ready to pump out some content for my favorite people!

~~~~~ MATCH UP ~~~~~

For your Baldurs Gate 3 match up I chose this person due to their great sarcasm, loyalty, stubbornness, and deep understanding of struggling with self love.

I match you with-------

Astration Ancunin (Non Ascended)

~~~~~ Headcanon ~~~~~

The first time he met you, he thought you were a child until he got up close to you and realized you were just a very innocent-looking adult.

Astarion can't remember the last time he had a mother, he has only experienced 200 years of being a slave and being hurt.

Astarion loves it when you mom him. He will act like he doesn't, but he secretly craves for someone to take care of him and not let the bad eat him alive anymore.

The dry sarcasm king will attempt many battles of wits with you only to get frustrated that you're just slightly better, so he resorts to flirting and cheap tactics.

Astarion also struggles with compliments. He knows he must be attractive because of the number of people he has taken to his master, but he just can't see past the monster he thinks he is.

Due to his own issues with self-image, he takes extra care to describe clearly and in detail what he loves about you and finds beautiful.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

Your group had safely reached the east bridge leading you into Baldurs Gate. Worn down, hungry, and quite the smelly group, you sought refuge at the first tavern. As you entered the building, it was apparent how costly this would be. Looking at your dwindling coin pouch and your exhausted companions, you sucked it up and went to the tavern keeper. "We need eight beds, please." You gently placed your coin pouch on the table, separating you two. The tavern clerk looked through your coins and set down 4 keys. "This all I gots for ya, kiddo. Why someone as young as you got so much gold." Sighing dramatically, you grabbed the keys. "I am an adult, sir."

You walked over to reconvene with your group, giving them the bad news of the bed situation. Lazel and Shadowheart, having worked through their differences, offered to sleep together. Gale and Halsin had just started discussing the inner workings of combining nature with the weave, which they used as a reason to pair up. Wyll and Karlach had so much sexual tension after their joined union that it would be unfair to separate them. Leaving you and the pale elf left to share. You all made it to your rooms, hoping to get a good night's rest. As you entered, you began to make a pallet on the floor. "Love, I can not allow you to sleep on the floor." You smirked, continuing, "Good, I didn't ask for permission." Astarion scoffed before grabbing your pallet materials and plopping them on the bed. You whipped around to look at him.

"Love, you do so much for our group; you keep us going and me going. If I let you sleep on the ground and wear out your back, I would not only face the wrath of the group and myself but also not be able to live with myself as your partner." Hearing the sincerity in his voice, you smiled softly. You made your way over to the bed, and as you sat down, you grabbed his arm and brought him with you. "Then I say we share a bed; I know we said we'd go slow with anything more, but some cuddles, I think, would do us both some good." Nodding at you with a soft smile, Astarion positioned himself on the bed, allowing you to curl up into him. Honestly, it was the best night of sleep of your life.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(After the final battle, sitting outside admiring the moon with Astarion, you two imagine what nightlife will mean for you now.)

Astarion: I never thought the day would come when I wouldn't need to watch my back.

Y/N: I am proud of you for the choice you made. Together, we can accomplish anything. We just gotta believe in each other.

(Astarion snorts and lays back on the ground)

Astarion: You sound like a school teacher, which is ironic cause you look like a school kid.

(Gasping in shock and smacking his arm lightly)

Y/N: How dare you? There are no cuddles for you tonight.

For your Obey Me! matchup, I chose someone super intelligent and nonjudgmental—unless you're Mammon. He is possessive, especially when his eldest brother notices what is his and cares about what he finds oh-so-cute.

I match you with------

Satan

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

It is no lie that Satan is obsessed with cats. He thinks they are the most perfect innocent creatures in the world.

Innocent creatures, innocent girlfriends; what I am getting at is he tried to get you to dress up as a kitten once or twice.

He loves to read with you; he will even help you transcribe books from the devildom you can't read.

Satan is to the point with his brothers, other demons, and especially his partner. The only time satan doesn't talk directly to anyone is when it involves one of his insecurities.

He is a sarcastic man. I mean, come on, we see it in the game. From calling out Mammon to pointing out things Beel does, he makes sure to lace it all with sarcasm.

If you mess up anything in his presence, he is very gentle with you. he knows how frustrating it can be to mess up and how infuriating it is when someone talks down to you like a child.

Satan's wrath comes out almost instantly when he hears someone wrong you, whether that is them calling you a child or making you mad.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been visiting the nearby grocery store with Satan, shopping for dinner tonight. Satan asked you kindly to help him with dinner, and how could you not agree? As you perused the aisle with Satan, looking for what he would cook, you couldn't help but get distracted by the flower section.

Of course, the devildom had some similar flowers as they did in the mortal realm, but most were new to you and quite interesting. As you looked over the flowers, you began to give yourself a mini test on their names and properties, seeing as you and Satan had just finished transcribing a book on devildom flowers. You pulled back and looked around once you had gotten through most of the flowers. Satan was gone; you were in an unfamiliar place, and a shady demon approached you. Shit. Preparing yourself for the encounter, you went back to the flowers. Maybe he will lose interest if you don't interact.

"Heya doll, whatcha doing buying some flowers for mommy." You turned around to face the demon irritation tight on your brow. The demon looked shocked before smirking."Not flowers for mommy, but maybe flowers for yourself. Don't have a man who could buy these for you?" You scoffed at the redicouls notion, "Excuse me but I don't need a man to buy me flowers I can buy them myself. However, I have a man who would be more than happy too." The demon pulled back, looking around you, noticing no one in sight. "Looks like you got no one who would I hates to break it to you." As the demon bent back down in your face, ready to make a wildly inappropriate proposition to you, he suddenly went flying across the store.

Before you stood Satan in his complete form, breathing heavily. "Leave her alone; she doesn't want to talk to a lowlife like you." Looking up at your partner, you couldn't help but smile softly. As Satan turned to look at you, he slowly transformed and grabbed your hand, muttering a soft "I'll get you flowers before we leave."

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You and satan had decided that after reading an excellent book together, you would watch the movie adaption next. Satan went to collect food for the occasion as you got the theater room ready. Walking in with a large amount of snacks, you were surprised it wasn't Beel helping instead)

Y/N: Woah, love, let me help you with all of that

(Helping take some of the load off of Satan's arms, you noticed all of your favorite foods and very little of Satan's.)

Satan: I may have gone overboard trying to make sure Beel didn't eat your snacks, which I paid little attention to on my own.

Y/N: (holding back a laugh) Don't worry, love, I am more than willing to share.

I hope you like it! I am so glad to be back in the writing groove. Twenty-four hours of no stories and facing off with a storm was far too much for me, lol!

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[tavvattales]

May I ask for headcanons of Xiao, Scaramouche, Childe with emotionally unavailable s/o?

They tend to hide their "bad" feelings such as anger and sadness because they got mentally ab*sed/bullied.( •᷄ - •᷅ )

So when they're in a bad mood they'll isolate themselves with others and ignore others if it's possible. Their s/o just doesn't want to hurt others emotionally or physically especially their love ones.(||￣ㄷ￣)/

There's one time I ignored my friend because they said something that really upset me, so I ignore them and give them silence treatment for days until that one time she beg for me to talk to her and I felt kinda bad, so I slowly try to slowly talk to her but with less words because I don't want to hurt her. Then slowly, we became normal friends to bff. <3

I'm so sorry for the long words, I tend to over-explaining sometimes(´༎ຶ▽༎ຶ`)

thank you so much for reading tho(⑉ ॢ• • ॢ⑉)❤︎

Hello, sweetie pie~ -huggles- I hope your day gets better and you can smile wide with your head held high; you're in my thoughts, lovely. I hope you like what I've written you~ Muwah 😘

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Take your time~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x GN!Reader Headcanons

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Childe(all separate)

Pairings: Xiao x GN!Reader, Scaramouche x GN!Reader, Childe x GN!Reader

Warnings: becoming distant, emotionally unavailable

Click below for more fluff~

Xiao

Xiao, emotionally unavailable as well, understands your need for space. He'll wait patiently until you're ready to talk, offering you his hand to hold until then. He'll never pressure you or force you to talk about what's going on.

He reassures you that he's there for you when you are ready to talk and that if he's upset you in any way, he'll change his actions for the better because he loves you. He understands more than anyone what you're feeling, because he feels it too.

When you do come out of your rut, he listens intently, never passing judgment and tells you how proud he is of you and that it's okay to need space sometimes. He'll be there for you regardless.

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Scaramouche

He gives you all the space you need. While he may be mildly annoyed, he still respects your wishes saying that he'll be here when you're ready to talk, even if it takes forever, because he loves you. You being upset trumps his annoyance any day.

He grows anxious, but doesn't show it. He's worried about you. He wants to pressure you into talking, however he'll respect your boundaries. While he can be rude some days, on days when you're feeling like this, he's quiet and just stays by your side in silence.

While it may take some time to speak up and formulate words finally, he listens, his arms folded across his chest. When you get like this and finally talk, he tells you often that it's okay; he gets like that too, and at the end of the day, he still loves you.

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Childe

He's one to try and make you laugh. Cheering you up is always his main prerogative. Even if you want space and don't want to talk, he'll always makes it his duty to, at the very least, cause you to crack a smile until you can no longer stay silent.

He hates seeing you upset, and it makes him anxious, but that doesn't stop him from getting you to talk about what you're feeling. He won't pressure you into talking right away, but he at least wants to see you happy again.

After your laughs, you finally fall silent and tell him what's been upsetting you, and he listens with a nod, offering you his arms to hug. His warmth and cheerful demeanor calm you down and you finally feel much better.

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[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Can I request a match up for Baldur's Gate 3 & Castlevania (Netflix) please?

My personality : I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally).

I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented.

I'm pretty dense, straightforward, oblivious, and naive too.I get confused or misunderstand what people meant easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it.

I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, forgetful, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly.

I try to communicate properly & ask for their consent first before doing anything because I misunderstood that I had their permission before. I do my best to give people the benefit of doubt but I do have my limits. I don't really get angry often that even my family & friends are surprised when it happens once in a blue moon.

I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things.

I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I always need to let the cinema employees check my identity card to verify my age whenever I watch a R-rated movie.

Although a kind stranger realises I'm older than I looked when we talked about how I didn't lashed out in anger at someone who didn't do anything wrong to me because I know how it felt to be in that position.

Best attributes : None

Worst attributes : unintentionally sarcastic, not smart, not strong, dense, oblivious, naive, sensitive, overthinks a lot, clumsy, misunderstand easily, get confused easily, forgetful,unreliable. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Hobbies : drawing, reading manga, listening to music, fanfics especially reader inserts, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. My favourite genre is romance but I love comedy, mystery, action, sci-fi, fantasy, and historical too! My favourite music genre is pop, but I also love ballads, & alternative rock!

Likes : music, fanfiction, manga, anime, cartoons, books (If I find it interesting), family, friends, potato chips, chocolate, cakes, bread, anyone who is kind, patient, supportive, helpful, tries at least, trustworthy, responsible, fair in general, respectful, flexible, honest, open-minded, humble, sincere, accepting, thoughtful, encouraging, forgiving, careful, understanding, wise, mature, cooperative, caring, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

Dislikes : anyone who's rude, disrespectful, doesn't listen to others, refuse to admit mistakes, blames others for their mistakes, ignores people yet demands attention from them, demanding, won't acknowledge what you said, hypocritical, biased, irresponsible, careless, disloyal, inconsiderate, insensitive, inflexible, petty, hostile, untrustworthy, immature, uncooperative, unforgiving, judgemental, narrow-minded, self-centred, unethical, self-righteous, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

MBTI : INFP-T

Preferred gender result : Male except Raphael, Emperor, Cazador, Thorm, and the Withers!

I'm open whether it's a poly or a monogomous answer.

Please & thank you!

A/N: Okay, first let me just say, HOLY SHIT, this is such a detailed ask! Thank you for being so specific as it really helps the matchup process! Secondly, I would like to say, OF COURSE YOU HAVE BEST ATTRIBUTES! You say so yourself, silly! You’re caring and considerate (always looking for consent, and giving people the benefit of the doubt), you’re hard-working (you try your best even though you’re clumsy and make mistakes often), and you’re extremely considerate, responsible, and self-aware (having this sense of duty to care for your family as they’ve cared for you in the past). 

I know it can be challenging to believe in yourself, god knows I don’t all of the time. But I just wanted to tell you that just by reading this I can tell you you’re an INCREDIBLE person worthy of all such love, friendship, respect, and happiness. And I wish for all of that for you. People give you compliments because they love you, and they want you to love yourself. I know we’re still technically strangers, but from this, I can tell you’re a brilliant, responsible, and empathetic young lady; I would feel proud to call you a friend. Feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, okay?

Okay… Sorry. Mushy rant over. On to the matchups!

For you my Unconvinced Anon, I think your best matches are Halsin (BG3) and Hector (Castlevania)!

Your BG3 Matchup: 

Halsin would be a great match for you! He’s kind and wise, and very soft-spoken. You’re extremely compatible as Halsin is fairly intuitive when it comes to feelings and relationships, so even if you are forgetful or misunderstood, it’s no matter. 

Halsin is also very forward and direct in telling people how he feels and what he wants. Some people (and some game players) can find this to be offensive. But Halsin does not intend to offend or overstep. And should you tell him to please reel it in, he will gladly do so. You too mention how you are often unintentionally sarcastic and straightforward. Halsin is someone who greatly appreciates this level of honesty in a partner. He finds it preferable to those who would play games or beat around the bush with their feelings. 

Halsin also likes your style. Druids tend to appreciate function over form in most that they do, and clothing is no exception. So long as you are comfortable, and covered enough to not break any public indecency laws, Halsin doesn’t care that you aren’t wearing flower skirts or embroidered coats. What works for you, works for him. Although yes, he still doesn’t see a big deal with people walking around naked. He’d fit right in at a nudist colony that’s for sure lol. But he understands not everyone is as comfortable with nudeness as he is, so he promises to remain clothed unless you would ask otherwise of him ;) 

Halsin appreciates your more mature, motherly nature. Especially since he can use all of the help he can get teaching and sort of parenting all of the orphans he’s taken into his new settlement, outside of the city. He admires how you inspire the children to be honest and kind in their actions, even when it may get them into trouble. You lead by example, and to Halsin, there simply is no better way to lead. 

He also rather enjoys your naughtier side. Gods know he certainly has one. And it’s always a comfort to find someone with an open mind surrounding such adult or perverse subjects as opposed to someone who would be judgemental and stick up their nose. 

Halsin is also very understanding when it comes to physical boundaries. Yes, he would love to be intimate with you, as well as hold you or cuddle during the long cold nights. But he also understands that not everyone is as friendly to touch as he is, so he will always ask for permission before touching you or hugging or kissing you. And who knows? Maybe in time the two of you can work through baby steps to a level where you feel comfortable with him touching you. Don’t worry, however, Halsin will still make a point to check in with you first. And if you don’t ever feel overly touchy, that’s fine too. Halsin enjoys your company just as much. 

However, Halsin does take a small issue with you not believing you have ‘best qualities’, as you said. He thinks you’re full of great qualities! He loves how excited you get when you talk about the latest historical romance novel you’ve read. He loves how considerate you are, especially when it comes to speaking to the children or irritated people, and how you don’t immediately assume the worst of them. He thinks it admirable. 

Halsin is an ENFJ (at least in my opinion), so when you are introverted, he’s extroverted. If you’re around unfamiliar people and feeling shy, he’ll do the talking for you, no problem. Halsin’s extroversion is also great for you because it can push you out of your comfort zone, and into trying new things and meeting new people. He’s always bragging about you, how incredible he thinks you are. And he proudly shows off the drawings you allow him to share. He just can’t help but beam when it comes to you. 

On the other hand, you’re both NFs (Intuitive Feelers), so you end up creating a very soft, and understanding harmonious relationship. You’re both highly empathetic and compassionate, so once you’re in a relationship together, you can stay in it for the long haul. You believe in working things out via communication and love. ENFJs are also driven by a need to be better, whereas you as an INFP, are driven by a sense of responsibility to do something important. The two of you understand that life is about those around you, not just about yourself. Your combined selflessness makes you the perfect couple!

And don’t tell him I said this, but get a few drinks in him and Halsin will reveal that he actually has a decent singing voice. Let him serenade you with old druidic ballads about the land and love and nature’s greatest creations. Just try not to blush too hard when he stops the song to inform you that in his eyes, YOU are nature’s greatest creation. 

Your Castlevania Matchup: 

Hector would be another wonderful match for you! He’s more on the quiet side, but once he develops a relationship with someone, he does open up and show off a more witty sort of dark-humored funny side. 

In the early seasons, Hector is also rather naive, almost childlike in his understanding of the world and the figures around them. He takes everyone at face value, not bothering to wonder if there’s something unsaid lying just beneath a conversation or agreement’s surface. Of course, once he is tricked by Carmilla into betraying Dracula, much of that changes. Sure, the childlike wonder and innocence Hector has for all of his undead animal creations is still there, but he’s matured. He’s learned. 

Hector would be a good match for you because he understands what it means to go through life not quite understanding what people are saying, and what’s more, being an outcast because of it. He will do his best to be direct/straightforward when talking to you because he knows you need it, and because he’s learned that when it comes to the people you love, honestly, however painful it may be in the short run, is the best policy in the long run. A temporary bruised pride or ego is nothing compared to the scar left by a former relationship that was ultimately built on lies. 

Hector also has a very distinct fashion sense. I mean, have you seen his hair? He’s gorgeous with that hair and skin and he doesn’t mind that others know it. He likes your more relaxed style. In Dracula’s court, he and Issac were always under such pressure to look clean-cut and important. It’s nice to be able to relax and not worry about his manner of dress when you’re around. 

And if anyone is touch starved, oh my god, it’s this man. Sure he had some experiences in the past, and then he spent a short while with Lenore, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t mean what he wanted it to. It was all an illusion and a fleeting one at that. Hector doesn’t know what it means to feel a lover’s touch. He’s completely inexperienced in that department. He’s no stranger to sex, but what of softness and tenderness beyond that? Has he ever had one of those incredibly comforting bear hugs, the ones where both people wish they could stay there, holding onto one another for eternity? Has he ever sat next to his lover on the couch, their thighs just barely brushing up against one another, and felt safe, felt at home? Hector doesn’t know whether or not he’s touch-averse because touch is foreign to him. The two of you would get to learn together where each of your boundaries are, and how each of you would need to be touched to feel loved. The great bit is you’d be discovering all of that together. 

I would also argue that early seasons Hector, and even later Hector is a hopeless romantic. Not necessarily in the lovey-dovey sort of way, but in the looking to the future with rose-colored-glasses sort of way. His vision for Dracula’s future was certainly much more lush than what Dracula suggested. And his view of summoning souls into corpses in his forge-mastery is also clouded by this sort of soft, glamourized view. 

The other thing you have in common with Hector seems to be this recurring theme that you need to be or should be better for the people you love. Hector has a fair amount of guilt for doing what he did, with choosing to believe Carmilla over Dracula, with not understanding the true scope of either of the vampire’s plans. He feels like he let Dracula, Issac, vampire society, and humanity down. I can sort of hear a similar thing in your writing. Now, I don’t know the reason for you feeling this way, so I can’t relate it to Hector’s internal justification, but I can confidently say this: he understands, probably more than anyone, why you feel this way. He sees the way you shrug off his compliments, how you don’t seem to believe him when he says he’s proud of you and so happy he gets to share his second shot at life with you. He knows it will take time, but he won’t stop reminding you that, to him, you are beyond incredible. And he’s so unbelievably fortunate to have met you. 

In the past humans have treated him horribly. They’ve been all the things you dislike: closed-minded, judgemental, hypocritical, superiorly indignant… They cast him out. But you, you’re so kind, and considerate, empathetic, and humble. You are living proof that humans can be more than cruel and closed off- you’re the best humanity has to offer. Hector can’t believe he almost condemned someone like you, and the other side of humanity that you represent, to death. Knowing you, he swears he will never make a mistake like that again: no ignorant group judgments from here on out. 

Plus Hector is (in my opinion), an INTP. With you being an INFP, you’re both introverts who enjoy the quiet. The big difference is that you are an Intuitive Feeler, he’s an Intuitive Thinker, so he tends to be driven more by logic and facts rather than emotions. In some cases, this may result in Hector not quite understanding why you react to something because he’s looking at it from a distanced, scientific view. He may come off as critical at times because of this, but I believe his more recent experiences have taught him the importance of communication. As long as the two of you are willing, you should be able to talk these disagreements or misunderstandings out. It’s also great for him because you keep teaching him that some choices cannot be logically quantified, there’s no clear-cut rationale behind them. In a lot of instances, choosing to be kind doesn’t make sense: it doesn’t follow any specific rules or purpose, but it’s the right thing to do. Your unique approach to thinking about life and people and problem-solving pushes Hector to become more aware and compassionate when it comes to his fellow man. 

Plus, with his plans to write a book, and your love for interesting reading, Hector would love nothing more than for you to enjoy his writing, and offer any feedback you’d have. He values your opinion, your company, your… Well, everything. You mean the world to him. 

The two of you get to live a kind, peaceful life, with your friends, family, and of course, your own little army of undead pets to keep you company.  

A/N: Holy fricken shit this answer is 2,000 words long! Whoops. My apologies. It kind of got away from me a little bit lol. I just want to reiterate for other readers, this isn’t my norm. These matchups are intended to be shorter. But this Anon here sounded like they could use some cheering up, so my creative juices jumped into hyperdrive. 

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Hi hello!!! No kidding, you've got me blushing so hard, thank you so much! I'm honestly thrilled people respond to my work at all so truly thank you; also thank you for being patient with me, I've been out of town. And yes, unholy trinity is superior and I love to write it. Thank you for your kind words and your request, come back anytime and I hope this is what you were looking for. <3333

Sometimes it was far to easy to forget how young to were; others, it was too easy to forget just who you were. It made you laugh, if you were honest, how you could be three teenagers on the street, unknown to the world but only hours later, you were the terror of the city. You were the triple headed beast of the mafia's jeweled hand, barely restrained only sedated by the endless coin and numbness that would follow you if you went anywhere else. So the three of you were christened in blood at the altar of the guns placed in your hands, diamonds and lives simply chess pieces on the boards of your manic glee that waxed and waned as fickle as the children you weren't allowed to leave behind in peace. But even so, you were stunning; dark clothes and darker eyes, your names rolling off so many tongues in whispers and screams. Truly, you were the portrait of evil's prodigies: the two boys you had been raised beside on either side of you, cracked and crooked crowns on your heads while your hands dripped and overflowed in pearls chaining you together and your eyes staring dead ahead into the souls of friend and foe alike.

Mori used you well; you were his trump card, the three of you, and he knew how to project the image he needed. He had plucked you and Dazai both from the streets, clawed and fierce as he needed. Chuuya had come next, approached by the dual heirs of the Mafia not to long ago. You trained together, fought together from that day on, nursed your wounds together when you should have been sleeping and laughed together; the infant trinity of the most powerful children in Yokohama. Still, between you all, it was always you enduring his long stares, his right hand on your shoulder as he stood between you and the only two who could possibly protect you from him. You were a real life Elise, and from the first day, he fixed his gaze upon you and promised you would be his tigress. You entered parties on his arm, Dazai and Chuuya on his left while your fingers clawed into the fabric of his jacket as you smiled against your revulsion. So you were tonight, cold and unflinching beauty as the mafias masked patrons sent your names rippling through their masses, descending from your pedestals and sending lovely ripples through the illusion of yourselves as gods.

"I'm getting a drink," you muttered, once the three of you were off the hook for the night. "don't leave; if I get cornered by that asshole like last time I'm coming for you both."

"I'm terrified," Dazai snorted, "watch out, Nakahara, or she'll stab us with those pointy shoes she's got on."

"Oh shut it, idiot," you laughed, punching him in the shoulder.

He moaned dramatically and fell into Chuuya, who pushed him off with a disgruntled chortle as you leaned into the redhead. "Seriously, don't leave me here. I don't trust anyone here as far as I can throw them."

"If you did, I wouldn't trust you," he muttered back. "We've got your back."

With a nod, you walked off, hips swaying on just the wrong side of innocent as the crowd parted for you. They noted your companion's focus on you, and they knew what it meant; even for the most elite of Yokohama, the crown jewel of the Port Mafia was not one to be trifled with.

"You gonna stop staring at her ass anytime soon?"

Chuuya smacked his dark haired friend while the later shielded his face. "Ok ok, I was kidding- and jeez watch the suit would you?"

"Why? Got a hot date we don't know about?"

"Nope. And neither do you, despite your best efforts."

Dazai's smug smile and his chirpy retort earned him another punch and nothing else as Chuuya rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, though," he drawled, draping himself over Chuuya's shoulders, "when are you gonna make a move on her?"

"One does not simply make a move on a girl like that," he replied. "she could tear my arm off and beat me with the unpleasant end."

"Look at it this way," Dazai mused, "at least then she'd hold your hand."

"Shut up, dumbass."

"No no, hear me out-"

"No, Dazai, listen- shut the hell up."

Their guns were in their hands in seconds; the room was loud but it was the wrong kind of noise. It was uneasy and forced as if someone had commanded each person in their not to stop the dancing and the drinking unless they wanted a bullet in their heads.

"Where is she," Chuuya muttered. "She should have been back by now."

"Dunno," Dazai replied. "I lost her a few minutes back"

A dark presence behind them had them frozen in the next second; their hands were positioned the same way, guns pointed at the floor while they tried to remain as discreet as they could.

"Something's wrong." The woman in crimson sounded uneasy, her normally steady voice now laced with uncertainty. "Mori wants you out- get y/n and go, now. Don't look suspicious, but get out of here and get back to the stronghold."

"Running isn't a good look on us," Chuuya argued. "We can stay and fight- we're the strongest you have."

Koyo shook her head. "Running isn't a good look for you, but the three heirs to the Port Mafia dead isn't a good look for us either. Hence, discretion. I'm not asking, and neither is Mori; He doesn't want to risk it. I don't suppose either of you wants to explain why you're still here?"

They shook their heads, making the woman smile. "Good. Now go."

Dazai walked into the fray, Chuuya at his side as their eyes scanned the faces around them. "Too many damn people," Dazai murmured. Even as they walked, they could feel the energy of the room shift and grow tense. "This place is a time bomb," Chuuya answered. "Not sure why they wanted the three of us out, but I'm not eager to stick around."

"What happened to running not being a good look for us?"

"Lets just find her and go."

The lights cutting out cut them short. The screaming that followed sent Chuuya's head spinning and the gunshots that silenced them did nothing but leave him with the beat of his now racing heart as his eyes rose to the mezzanine. You still looked deadly; your eyes were wild and your hair was loose, feet bare as some strange man kept his arm around your waist, your hands bound in front of you while he pressed a gun lazily to your temple.

"Mori Ogai- your pet's life is all that's hanging in my hands here. My reuqest is simple; the other two, or she dies." High above, you cursed yourself for being caught off guard the way you had. Disappointment filled your body but you shoved it down- you had no time to wallow. If they were as smart as they were supposed to be, they would hold themselves; you needed them to wait. The man's hold on you was loose and lazy. He underestimated you; the fact would have normally irked you and while tonight was no exception, on this particular occasion, it was your advantage.

Meanwhile, the oily man in question was beside the two boys in an instant, bristling while Chuuya's ability began to hum under his skin. In the next, though, Dazai's hand was on him, quenching the red light before it could catch anyone's eye.

"Let me go," he hissed. Dazai's eyes didn't move from you when he answered.

"Don't be stupid. As of now they don't know where we are meaning we have the upper hand."

"They have y/n," Chuuya growled in response. "How the hell do we have the upper hand?"

"They have y/n," he said, "who as you have just established rivals the both of us; some idiot with a gun is no issue for her."

Chuuya wasn't convinced. "So why hasn't she done anything?"

Dazai's dark head shook as he scoffed. "Think Nakahara! From up there she sees everything; she's waiting to see we're alright because as soon as she makes her move, we're off and running."

And as if on cue, your eyes found the shocking blue ones you had been watching for. Your eyes flickered to the door, fingers buzzing with the promise of a fight while the boys readied themselves. If anyone had blinked, they would have missed it- your body flying up and around your captor, lithe and strong as your foot connected with his jaw. Missing no chance, you ran- you ran and jumped, the chandelier swinging as your fingers scrambled to find purchase on the glittering surface. The guns were firing all around now; port mafia agents and the enemy who had infiltrated orchestrating a symphony of chaos as the glamorous attendees began to shriek and run for the doors. Dazai and Chuuya were back to back without a word, the both of them running towards you as soon as they saw the flash of you as you tore across the room.

"Assassins" you gasped as you ran. "Grabbed me while I was distracted."

"You alright?"

You nodded, throwing open the door and leading the way into the night.

"We're being followed."

Dazai's voice was hushed and urgent, bringing all three of your hands back to your guns as you came to a stop in the dark lobby of the grandiose place.

"No abilities- they'll cause too much damage and be too noticeable." Mimicking Dazai, your own words were quick and quiet. The others took no issue and circled up beside you; Chuuya on your right, Dazai on your left when your enemies came in. They were stupid- the two with abilites came in with their hand lit and their movements seen when began to fire. The three of you sprang off like arrows in three directions, blows landing in the shadows and muted gun shots sending bodies sprawling to the floor. It took seconds before you were the only three seconds and only two more before you were out the door and back in your realm.

This was where you shone; swinging through doorways and around corners before the few eyes awake at that hour could register your presence in their minds. You ran to the top of the world, the top of your city, perching on the edge of the complex you called home while the wind whistled its wild song gently around you. And when Chuuya turned to look at you, eyes closed with your hair brushed from the moonlit silhouettes of your face, he could feel his breath catch in his throat. You were deadly before; from up here, you were angelic in the worst way. You could steal a soul with a look at the age of 16; how much more would you become?

How many more hearts would you entrance like you had his?

You stole his gaze with no effort and as Dazai looked on to the two people he loathed to love the most , he smirked at the detail his redheaded comrade had overlooked:

The entire time you had been running, the entire time your lives had been pleasurably threatened - because let's face it, the three of you were never in any real danger from petty killers such as those - your hands had been firmly intertwined. Your bodies had moved in sync beside one another, and your hand had been in his.

And perhaps Chuuya wasn't so hopeless after all if the silver blush on your cheeks was any indication. Only time would tell; lovely lonely time would shape and change you and Dazai smiled at the thought. Because the Mafia, with all it's glitter and dark allure, couldn't possibly shine brighter than Chuuya's eyes when he looked at you; brighter than the stars in the sky he would steal and string around your neck if you asked.

All for you.

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