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lemonlover1110 · 2 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing well 😌 you are my fav writer and I just wanted to to throw out this crazy brainrot request to u bc I am SICK over it

So Florence nightingale syndrome right? Toji is like a professional boxer or whatever something athletic bc he's a fucking beast and he gets hurt, like his leg or something, and you become his at home occupational therapist. So you're like taking care of him and he's getting feelings for you while also being a stubborn ass bc u push him constantly so he can get better. and he's super hesitant to accept his feelings bc he's a Playboy of course.

I'm just picturing this one scene where you're helping him up and he's leaning on you and he says something like "are you sure you can handle me princess?" Idk I'm insane I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Pairing: boxer!Toji Fushiguro x f!caregiver!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, frustrated Toji, Florence nightingale syndrome, Toji has an injured leg and is a little bitch for a bit

*This was so fun to work on and now I'm having thinking a little too hard about boxer toji (I'm ovulating) sofjsof enjoy!

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Toji never really thought he’d be dependent on someone, yet now he can’t even take a shower standing up. After an unlucky boxing match, Toji ended up in a cast and crutches. That’s what he gets for not listening to his son who told him it was around time to retire.

“I’m not a fucking skeleton, I’m good in my field. I can do this for a couple more years.” How he wishes he could swallow his fucking words. He thought that after getting the cast off he’d go back to normal, and he’d have no issue with mobility. He shouldn’t have an issue moving his fucking leg again, he’s been moving it for more than thirty years, why should three months of not moving it change much?

Apparently he can’t do anything, which is why he has someone with him all day every day, helping him so he can get better. Toji’s main issue? He gets frustrated when someone tries to help him.

“Be careful, it’s hot.” You smile at him as you put his dinner in front of him. He has a scowl on his face as you set it down in front of him. He tried to help make dinner but he couldn’t stand for too long. He’s mad, but not at you. He could never be mad at you.

Toji wasn’t necessarily fond of you when you started working with him; he hates being dependent on someone else, and he knew that he would have to depend on you for pretty much everything. You try to help him though, and he should be more appreciative of you because of it, but in reality he feels like a fucking baby. He’s grown to like you though… A little too much for his liking.

You leave him to eat, going to wash the dishes since he can’t do the task yet. Perhaps his own bowl and spoon, but not everything that needs to be cleaned. You watch him from the counter, watching his refusal to pick up the spoon and eat the soup you made him. Earlier he was so prideful, telling you that he would help you every step of the way during dinner, and he couldn’t even finish one third of it. You were proud of him regardless.

“It’s really good, Toji! The potatoes you helped peel really added a touch to it.” You’ve gotten close enough to be on a first name basis. You see each other every day, you stay in the same house, of course you’re close enough to talk to each other so casually. It doesn’t mean you should though. You’ve always managed to keep a very professional relationship with patients, but there’s just something about him that makes it hard for you to be normal around him.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking kid.” He says, pushing the bowl of soup away. He’s not hungry anymore. Toji stands up, his hands holding on to the table to support himself before grabbing his crutches.

“Toji, if you’re not eating it, can you try to bring it over to me, please?” You ask. You know the soup has cooled down, if he spills it, he’ll be fine.

“If you want it, pick it up yourself.” Toji is clearly mad. You don’t take it to heart though, because you know it’s with himself and not you.

“How about we go to the park tomorrow? It’s supposed to be a nice day out.” You talk to Toji who tries to watch a documentary. He’s not all that interested in what he put on, caring more about what you have to say. He might not show it, and he tries to deny it, but he has the biggest soft spot for you. “We can also get some ice cream, if you’re in the mood!”

“Hey… I’m sorry about earlier. I was just—” It’s hard to get an apology out of him, but sometimes he knows he’s in the wrong and he feels the need to apologize. He doesn’t want you to be mad at him, even though you’re clearly not upset with him. You’re so understanding and patient with him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve that.

“You’re fine, Toji.” You reassure him with a smile, your hand going over his balled up fist. You feel your heart skip a beat as you touch him. You’ve crossed the line past a professional relationship, and you should set some boundaries within yourself– But his other hand goes on top of your own before he brings it up, softly kissing your knuckles. It’s hard to set boundaries when he feels the same way.

“I’m tired.” He tells you, and you stand up to help him get up. Toji usually denies your help, but this time, he has no problem accepting it. You just want the best for him, and there’s some things that he can’t do completely alone. He has to take baby steps. He’s using you for support, and he’s scared that he’s too heavy for you. He asks you, “Are you sure, princess? Can you handle me? I know I’m pretty big.”

“You’re fine. I can handle you.” You reassure him, and you begin to walk to his bedroom. His room was previously on the second floor, but ever since his injury, he’s moved his bedroom to the first floor. You get him to his bedroom, helping him on the bed. You smile at him before saying, “Let me grab your crutches. You left them in the living room, right?”

Before you can walk away, he grabs your sleeve. Toji’s slowly realizing that he can’t fight off the feelings that consume him when you help him, and he’s usually not a fan of them. Toji’s been tied down once before, he certainly doesn’t want that again. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t mind the idea.

“Will you lay down with me?” He asks, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. You shouldn’t. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before he prompts himself up to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Toji, you know this isn’t something I can do.” You tell him as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I’m here to help you get better.”

“You can help me get better by laying down next to me.” Toji responds. You grab the hand that so lovingly touches your cheek and kiss it, before bringing your lips down to meet his momentarily. He swears he hears fireworks when your lips meet, even after you pull away.

He’s most definitely in love with you.

“I’ll go get your crutches. Good night, Toji.”

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justbreakonme · 5 months

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Signs of Change

Whumpee didn’t like it, when the seasons started to change. It still made him uneasy, knowing just how cold the nights could get and just how precarious his position could be. He was only safe as long as he was good, and the outdoors had no mercy.

But Caretaker did.

“Hey, Whumpee, why don’t you come in here? It’s warmer, since the stove’s going.” Caretaker’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he obeyed.

When he rounded the corner into the kitchen, the warmth enveloped him immediately. There was a large, silver soup pot boiling away on the stove, and the smell of onion and garlic and herbs and all sorts of things instantly made his mouth water.

“It needs to simmer for a bit longer, I think. Do you want to come sit with me?”

Whumpee nodded, and took a seat where he always did, across from Caretaker at the old wooden table.

“Not a talking day, huh?”

He shook his head, rubbing a fist in a circle over his chest.

Sorry.

“It’s fine, you’re good. I just like to check-in so I know.”

Whumpee couldn’t ever explain why sometimes words just, failed him. But, after his old owner, after being silent for so long, he sometimes felt…stuck.

“Do you feel like playing cards? I think we have enough time for a round of war…”

Whumpee nodded, dutifully turning to grab the cards from the little shelf in the corner. He liked cards. War was the first game they had played together, back when he’d first been bought rescued.

Caretaker had made it very clear that he wasn’t owned, anymore.

But he hoped maybe, maybe if he was really, really good, he could be. He had tried, once, to ask what he could do, if anything, to earn being owned again, but, the words had died in his mouth and he’d gone silent for days.

He understood why they didn’t want to own him, he wasn’t really worth very much. But, sometimes, he let himself believe that between him trying his very hardest and Caretakers inexplicable mercy, there might be a chance. Someday.

Caretaker handed him a stack of cards, and he brought the tips of his fingers to his chin, hand open and palm towards himself, then moved his hand out in front of him, almost in a swinging motion.

Thank you.

“You’re welcome.” Caretaker smiles as they play their first card, and he follows suit.

The game goes by quickly, and soon, the oven timer went off, making them both jump.

“Here, we’ll just scoot these over a bit and we can play while we eat. Would you grab the spoons?”

He nodded, carefully moving his pile of cards to the side and heading for the silverware drawer.

As Caretaker ladled out the soup, he placed a spoon at each of their spots, then, unsure if he should sit or wait for the next task, he hovered between the drawer and the table, wringing his hands.

As they turned to grab the bowls, they noticed his hesitation. “Go ahead and sit, I’ll bring the bowls over.”

Another tap-then-outward gesture of thanks, and he sat back down, watching as they carefully ladled out two bowls of steaming soup.

Carefully, they carried one bowl at a time to the table, oven mitts on.

“Ooh- don’t try to hold it, it’s super hot.” Caretaker dodged where Whumpee had tried to help set the bowl down, instead opting to set it down on the edge and scoot it over so it didn’t spill.

He rubbed his fist over his chest in a circle again, more frantic this time.

Sorry, sorry!

“You’re good, I just didn’t want you to burn yourself,” they returned to the table with their own bowl, tossing the oven mitts onto the spare chair after settling in, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

He tried to mimic Caretaker, who was blowing gently on their soup, but the lump in his throat got in the way.

He wished, as he often did, that he could speak without speaking, in more ways than literally. He wished he could make them know things.

If he was patient and waited for his voice to return, or if he went to get one of the whiteboards Caretaker kept laying around for him, he could tell him that he would do anything for them. That they had his loyalty and devotion, his mind, body, and soul.

But he couldn’t make them know it the way he did. It snuck up on him, in moments like these, then hit like a tsunami.

His stillness must have caught their attention because they looked up. “You okay?”

He nodded, swallowing hard and smiling, then gave a timid thumbs up.

You don’t own me, but, I belong to you.

They grinned, giving him a thumbs up back, and another tsunami took his breath away.

But, that was fine. He’d let the soup cool on its own, and they would play cards, and for the first time in a very long while, he was able to forget the changing seasons and the morning frost.

It couldn’t touch him here.

Caretaker wouldn’t let it.

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fourmoony · 4 months

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Hi oh my gosh I love literally everything you write. And you're doing poly!marauders. So excited.

Would you be willing to do something like reader doesn't have a great self-esteem so she never thought she'd find someone who'd love her just the way she is but then she found them. and is just super in love and incredibly happy?

could be nsfw too if you want.

thankyou!

you are so kind, thank you so much, angel! thanks for requesting, hope you like it :) p.s. this is my first time writing poly!marauders so be gentle pls <3

poly!marauders x f!reader | 1.2k words | masterlist

cw - implied self esteem issues

You feel content in your little bubble.

The kitchen is warm and filled with love and laughter and bodies and the conversation flows freely. It's comfortable and cosy and Remus is making soup so really, your day couldn't get any better.

James is cutting vegetables under Remus' watchful gaze and Sirius is practically hanging over Remus' shoulder, as excited as you about the pot of soup on the stove. You're content to just watch them, let them just be from your place on the counter beside the stove. Remus had chastised you'd burn the side of your leg, James had made an ill timed joke about getting to kiss it better, and said burn was yet to occur. So you sit. You watch. You smile to yourself because you're happy.

It's a daily struggle to remind yourself that you're worthy of being included in this little bubble, that the boys want you here as much as you want to be here. Some days it feels impossible, some days you feel like an intruder, like a burden they're too nice to get rid of. Then Sirius does something so stupidly Sirius and Remus will lean over, kiss the shell of your ear and thank you for being the only sane person in the house. And James asks if he can sit with you while you shower. It's not about sex. Not always, at least. James just likes to listen to your day and tell you about his without the constant buzz of conversation around him, sitting on the toilet with fogged up glasses and a smile on his face. He joins you on the bad days, helps you forget. It's peaceful, and it's your ritual.

They do everything they can to remind you, every day, that they want you there, that they love you as you love them. It's a nice feeling, to be wanted, to be loved, to be understood and appreciated. It's an even lovelier feeling to be a part of someone's routine. The showers with James, pestering Remus while he cooks dinner, reading to Sirius until he falls asleep, sprawled out across the three of you on the couch, his breaths heavy and your hand in his hair. It's a nice life you have. That counts for a lot, even on the days you don't feel worthy.

Today isn't necessarily one of those days, but it's there on your face. That 'outsider looking in' type of mood you get when you think about it for too long. You've discovered you're allowed to feel both content and undeserving at the same time - or, at the very least, that it's possible. You often wonder why Remus, Sirius, and James chose you. It's not a secret, you've asked many times and received many answers, varying in seriousness to Sirius' absurd "we tossed a coin.", to which Remus chastised him relentlessly.

You'd laughed, and that was all Sirius had needed.

Now, you're watching the three of them with the same awe you always do, and Sirius seems to catch it in the split second his eyes leave the pot of soup on the stove. He's on you in a second, not a far walk considering you're sitting so close to the gas stove that you're surprised Remus' theory of your burnt thigh hasn't come true. Sirius' eyebrows furrow in that concerned sort of way they often do when he's trying to read one of the three of you, his hands gentle as they come into contact with the pudge of your hips.

"Spill," He tilts his head, lips downturned at the corners and it makes your heart ache.

They've always urged you to be open, to share your concerns and tell them what, exactly is going on in that 'big beautiful brain of yours', as James calls it. But the look of knowing, of concern, on Sirius' face hurts. You hate that after all this time you still feel this way sometimes. Even on the good days, you catch yourself asking what you did to deserve your boys.

"Hm?" You hum, hands lifting to hold the sides of your boyfriend's face in hopes of distracting him altogether.

His hair is tied back, but you curl an index finger around a strand of stark black hair thats fallen into his face and Sirius smiles, soft and lovely, "You've got that," He waves his hand in front of your face with wiggled fingers and you laugh, "look."

"What look?" You ask, leaning forwards to press a kiss to his lips.

Now Remus, if you had tried a move like that, would tsk, tell you to spill before he rewards you, and it's why you know it'll work when you try it with Sirius. He always gives you whatever you like. His lips return the favour, hands pulling you forward a little on the counter. It's a nice kiss, a sweet kiss, until James scoffs and declares Sirius is easily manipulated.

"Am not." He grumbles, shooting your two boyfriends a dirty look.

Remus rolls his eyes into the soup, sets the lid on it to simmer at the same time James drops the knife and starts putting the vegetables into a bowl.

"C'mon, Dove, what's up?" Remus asks, hip balanced against the stove, turned to face you.

He's in his comfies, the first of the four of you to arrive home from work, earlier, and he looks so soft and warm. You know he won't give in to whatever interrogation Sirius has unknowingly started so you heave a sigh and slump back against the wall cabinets.

"Sirius is being dramatic. The 'look' I had was contentedness with a little bit of 'what on earth did I do to deserve these men?'."

Remus' lips turn up at the corners and he crowds your space, pushing an annoyed Sirius to the side for the moment, "You didn't have to do a thing. We love you as is."

You hum, delighted with the appraisal, a bashful smile coming across your lips. Remus kisses it, quick and sweet, and returns to his soup. Sirius sticks his tongue out at the side of Remus' head and you laugh. James passes the vegetables off to Remus because Sirius is not to be trusted with the good kitchen knives after the Christmas Eve in A&E incident last year, and comes up behind Sirius, arms wrapped around his waist, head firmly on his chin.

You know James' back is probably breaking at the angle, but Sirius would simply be offended for the rest of the night if James used his head instead of his shoulder. He's in denial about his height, you suppose.

"It's more like what on earth we did to deserve you. I've no idea how you put up with those two." James gives you a knowing smile as he speaks.

You both wait for Sirius' outrage and Remus' offended scoff. Both come. They team up on the other side of the kitchen, Sirius hovering over Remus and likely causing more of an annoyance. James uses it as an opportunity to get you closer to him, whisk you off to the couch in the living room now his sous chef duties are complete.

You set up the usual dinner time sitcom and pause it, relaxing into your boyfriend and talking about anything and everything until Remus calls that the soup is ready.

In the kitchen as James and Sirius fight over who should get the first bowl, Sirius because he waited so patiently, or James because he actually helped, Remus slides you your own bowl with a lovely big smile reserved just for you, and you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world.

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tsimvkas · 6 months

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you’re my medicine — mason mount

A/N: hii, this is just a little something i wrote for d since she’s struggling with pain ☹️ i hope you get well soon my princess xx

word count: 1k | masterlist

content: mason taking care of reader, fluff

You knew something was wrong when you came home from work Friday night. You had a long day, and your legs were starting to feel like jelly.

Thinking it was due the amount of time you spent standing and that you were just tired, you went upstairs to take a shower.

Soon you realised that it would be a difficult task when you stepped on the first step and your thighs burnt with excruciating pain.

You groaned, throwing your bag near the stairs and slowly walking to your sofa. Mason wouldn’t be home for at least one more hour and you didn’t feel like forcing yourself.

So you curled on your sofa instead, feeling drained and emotional. You wanted to scream and cry, and sleep, and take a hot shower, and you wanted the pain to go away but it didn’t happen.

You fell asleep within minutes, too tired from your day, and Mason found you curled up still in your work clothes.

He admired you for a minute, but then realised your face wasn’t relaxed as it should be. Wondering why you were sleeping in the living room instead of going upstairs, he knelt down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face.

“Babe?” Mason murmured after kissing your forehead. “What’s wrong?”

You stirred, slowly waking up, and Mason smiled when your eyes fluttered open. “Uhm?”

“Hi baby girl. What happened? Why are you here and not in our bed?” Suddenly, the pain hit you with full force and you groaned, biting your lower lip. “Y/N? Hey, c’mon. I’m here, uh? What do you need?”

His thumb stroking your jaw distracted you from it for a few seconds, and you let out a heavy sigh. “My legs hurt. I don’t know why, but my thighs burn and is the worst pain I’ve ever felt”

His face instantly contorted with concern. “You had any medicine?”

“I couldn’t go upstairs” you pouted, feeling your eyes watering. Being in Mason’s presence meant you didn’t have to think or to be tough. You can be a sensitive baby and he’ll take care of you.

“It’s okay” he kissed your forehead again, passing an arm behind your knees and the other grabbed your back. You groaned when he lifted you, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and spilling hot tears. “Sorry” he whispered with guilt, and even in so much pain you could feel your heart ache with love.

How can someone be so precious?

Mason took you upstairs carefully, and when you thought he was putting you in bed he went straight to your shared bathroom.

Sitting you on the counter, he started to undress you whilst filling the bath with hot water.

“You should take your shower first, Mase”

“We had this discussion already last time. You always come first” he kissed the tip of your nose, carrying you to the bath. “The hot water will relax your muscles. Enjoy it a bit, uh? I’ll be right back”

You nodded at him, closing your eyes and trying to relax. The warmth helped, but you could still feel the burning sensation.

Mason went downstairs, looking for something easy and quick to cook for you, remembering his mom left her best soup in the freezer when she came to visit last week. “Soup then” he murmured to himself, warming it up.

When he came back upstairs, Mason left the soup on the bedside table and entered the bathroom.

“Ready to go to bed?” he smiled, walking towards you and massaging your shoulders. You hummed and nodded, melting against his hands. “Alright princess, let’s go”

He took you in his arms without worrying about getting wet, and helped you dry off, dressing you in his shirt before tucking you in bed. You groaned and whined during the whole process, and Mason’s heart pounded every time, wanting nothing more than to take your pain away.

“Here” he gave you a painkiller and the bottle of water he always left on the bedside table — he’s a thirsty man. You always complained about taking medicine and Mason knows the pain is on another level when you take in in silence. “I’ll take a quick shower and I’ll be right back. Mom’s soup is here but I think is still pretty hot”

You nodded, wanting him to relax a bit in his shower instead of worrying about you. “Don’t rush your shower babe. I need you to smell nice for me” you winked, making him giggle.

“Oh so I don’t smell nice for you right now?” he teased, tickling your cheeks. “See you in a minute”

You stayed quiet, still feeling your thighs aching. It was so distressing, you wanted to take them off.

The only thing distracting you from the excruciating pain was your boyfriend hummering Justin Bieber’s songs in his shower. He was so unbelievably cute.

Mason came back to look for his shorts in his closet, only with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You gotta be kidding me” you murmured, jokingly. “I can’t barely feel my legs and you thought it would be nice to show half naked?”

“Half?” he smirked, letting the towel fall and giving you a vision of his naked body before wearing his shorts.

“Fuck off” you rolled your eyes, but your red cheeks gave you away. Mason laughed loudly, crawling to you.

“Uhm, what about eating your soup now?”

“Give me a kiss first” you pouted, smiling when he brushed his lips against yours without even teasing first. His hand went straight to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. It was a loving kiss, his tongue sliding calmly between your lips, caring and passionate.

“Soup. Now” he whispered, making you laugh. Mason fed you in the mouth, joking about you being a big baby and calling you his good girl when you finished.

Then he laid on his back, waiting for you to cuddle him in the most comfortable and less painful position for you.

“Thank you” you whispered against his neck, playing with the hem of his shorts. “I’m feeling much better now”

“Thanks to the medicine, shower and soup, silly” he kissed the top of your head, hugging you tightly.

“None of it would be possible without you, since I couldn’t even get upstairs, so I got better when you showed up. Coincidence? I don’t think so” you tickled his waist. “You are my medicine, Mason Mount”

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Amidst the Waves

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), the reader has nicknames. CW food mentions, TW blood, CW injury, TW violence, TW gore, CW death, CW guns.

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You've heard all the stories that all pirates are criminals who would cut your throat without remorse for a single coin in your pocket. You've heard it enough from traveling bards and newsboys screaming out the pirates’ crimes every morning that it's ingrained in your psyche. The news about the navy hunting them all one by one hasn't passed you either. You remember walking through towns with pirates hanging from the noose, a warning to all pirates.

It's all everyone talks about, especially in small towns. it's impossible not to hear of the bloodsail pirates and their latest crimes. But now you're standing in their ship, wearing their clothes and eating their soup. A surprisingly good soup too.

If only your past self could see you now, she'd probably throw you overboard herself.

Ned, you've come to know, throws you a mop and a bucket full of hazy water that sloshes on the sides, almost spilling over your new-ish clothes. You're too tired for this.

“Careful now, that has lye” His friend, James, you’ve learned snickers on the side.

“Go swab the poop deck, land lover” Ned points above you, rows of stairs greeting you. “As for you,” he addresses the blond, “the deck”

“What?! Why does she only get the poop deck and I get the entire bloody main deck?!” He jumps off the railing, fuming.

“Complain more and you clean the bathrooms”

“No! Not the bathroom again.” James picks up a spare mop. “Look, I'm cleaning, yeah?” he mops like a madman all over the main deck.

You chuckle, Ned hears and he gives you a staring down, you clamp down immediately.

“Poop deck! I'm on it!”

Clambering up the stairs is easier said than done. With your new found sea legs and the waves bashing on the sides of the ship, you're fighting for your life.

“Need help?” Hobie suddenly appears on the top of the stairs, annoyingly munching on an apple.

You heave the bucket, staring at him while doing your best at taking the cleaning supplies up the creaking stairs. “I'm good” step.

“You sure? I'm offering you an olive branch here, scuttlebutt” he leans on the railing, not moving an inch to actually help you.

Step.

“You can keep your branch,” you wobble slightly when a large wave crashes on the side of the ship. But thankfully, you keep your balance. Step. Finally reaching the top, you exhale out proudly.

“I'm not fond of olives anyway” you side eye him before continuing to walk on the poop deck.

Another wave hits, the water sloshes out, barely missing your hands. “Shit”

“Careful, that has lye in it” he says with a chuckle.

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You missed lunch because you scrubbed the entire poop deck clean. Your stomach grumbles as the sun sets and you remember your last day in that small fishing town. The orange glow never fails to make you smile but now it squeezes your heart. It's still a beautiful sight, the large body of water glitters from the light, almost like it's calling out to you.

Great, you're already going insane after a few hours. Pinching your arm, you shake your head. You can't wait to get on land.

Walking down, you walk on the deck with an empty bucket. The sea is much calmer now, the movement is pleasant, if you're in bed right now, you would've fallen asleep from the motion. The breeze picks up as you set the supplies down. You lean on the railing to rest your lower back while you admire the sunset.

James huffs a few feet away from you, still mopping the deck while Ned and a raven haired woman chats near him. They make comments on the side that makes James glare at them. You let them be, watching the sunset with your hand on your chin.

Your back and knees ache from the labour and your stomach roars again for something to eat. Maybe they still have the soup earlier.

There's a sudden presence next to you. Leather and sea salt enters your senses.

He rests a couple of feet away from you, just in case you try to push him off.

“What a view, huh?” Hobie, he looks at you through tired eyes.

“Verdict’s still out” You don't try to argue lest you ruin the rare peace and quiet on a busy ship.

“‘course it is.” He chuckles. There's a comfortable silence between you.

After a beat he speaks up without looking at you. “Go help in the galley.” Before you could retort something witty, he walks away from you. You swear you saw something in his eyes, you have no idea what.

Heading down to the ship's kitchen, you see Gwen just about leaving.

“Oh good you're here. Go help out with dinner” she instructs without stopping for you.

Entering the swinging doors, you can't protest or else, well you try not to think about it too much. The galley is cozy, not what you expected of a pirate ship's kitchen to say the least. It's clean, all stone and steel melded together to create the quaint space.

You jump when Finn's hulking form enters your vision, his butcher's knife chopping down on a slab of meat, the sound reminds you of a guillotine.

He notices you freezed in the doorway, Finn huffs motioning for you to take an apron from the hanger with his incredibly large knife. You think you prefer the cutlass instead of the butcher's knife in his hands.

Tying it around your waist, you keep your distance away from the man.

“What do you need me to do?” You ask carefully so as to not anger the bull.

Finn moves to the side to reveal the boiling pot, the aroma makes your stomach gurgle. He points to a bundle of carrots on the counter before giving you a smaller knife. He nods once, going back to his chopping.

“Alright…” you find his lack of words peculiar, especially hearing the rest of the crew babble endlessly during the short time you've been on the ship.

You spare him side glances with every thwack of his knife to the chopping board. Working in comfortable silence, the sound from the bubbling pot calms your nerves, reminding you of the familiar sound in the white salmons’ kitchen.

The boat sways in the waves, making the hanging pots and pans swing to the motion. Finn taps his knife on the board twice, getting your attention. He gestures with his head towards the sliced carrots before glancing at the pot.

You understood completely, doing what he asked, he nodded once. A thank you maybe? Or he's just being nicer to you because of the whole ‘making you walk the plank thing’

Finn cleans himself up over the sink as you take a ladle to mix the stew, careful of the fire that licks the bottom of the metal pot.

A hand pops up at your line of sight, a bandage and a jar of wound cleaner placed in his large palm. He pushes the supplies to you, encouraging you to take it.

“Uh, what's this for?” you manage to take the things without it accidentally falling inside the crew's dinner. With how the ship rocks, you're proud of yourself for just being able to stand up.

Finn points to his chest, flicking his eyes to the supplies in your hands.

Looking down, you see a spot of red on the white cotton of your borrowed shirt. “Oh, thank you”

He huffs again, going back to cooking, letting you be.

Maybe they're not so bad?

—

Dinner is finally done. You can hardly keep your eyes open as you heave the huge pot over to the longest table you've ever seen. It's a makeshift table, a hodgepodge of crates and planks of wood put together to create the dinner table. Everyone starts to gather around the deck, the sun fully set, darkness rules the seas now as the candle light and oil lamps sway with the movement of the breeze.

Dining under the stars, how romantic.

They're a rambunctious bunch, pushing and pulling at each other to get the good plates first. You're already prepared for this of course, you've hidden a bowl in your apron so you could quickly scoop out dinner and vanish into a barren corner of the boat.

The same dark haired woman has other plans though, just before you could make your escape, she grabs you by the shoulders; orange and a flowery scent wafts in your nostrils.

“Where do you think you're going? Mm?” She whispers into your ear, her voice smooth, raising goosebumps on your arms. Freezing in her touch.

“Stop harassing the poor girl, Yuri” Gwen says while she takes her seat near the head of the table.

“Just having some fun, Gwen” she releases her hold on you, walking away with a wink thrown your way.

“Don't mind Yuri, she likes doing that to new people, her way of hazing I guess. I'm Miles by the way” He shakes your hand, smiling politely at you.

“She's not new to the crew, Miles. She's only here temporarily, remember?” Gwen pipes up, scooping her meal.

“Right, gotcha” he sits down next to Gwen with a huff. “Still, welcome a board the People's Revenge”

“I've gotten acquainted with your ship, just the poop deck and galley actually”

“Let me give you a tour then!” Pavitr suddenly appears next to you.

What is up with this crew instantaneously appearing out of nowhere?

“Hi, remember me?”

“Of course I do, thanks for the coat again”

“No problem, come on, let me introduce you to everyone!” Pavitr takes you by the sleeve, dragging you along the deck to introduce to literally everyone. “Oh you're gonna love them! Well, once you get to know them”

“Oh okay–just”

“This is ‘two fingers’” He points at a man halfway through putting a spoon in his mouth.

“I have a name, Pav! And I have all my bloody fingers!”

“Why are you called–” before you could ask, Pav led you away, smiling excitedly.

“This one here is ‘foul’!”

The crew around him laughs, “You forget to shower once and you get fuckin' called stinky!” Foul grabs a spoon to throw it at a laughing eye patch clad man. It conks him right on his forehead.

Pavitr moves on, actually introducing you to more people whose names get more ridiculous as you go around the table.

“And finally, this one is ‘ugly mug’” Pav shakes ugly mug’s shoulders for emphasis.

“Hey” the man with the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen and plump lips greets you.

“Ugly mug? He's not ugly at all!” You wildly gesture to his sharp face.

“You're too kind but I've learned to live with the ugliness” you don't know if he's joking or not with how serious he looks.

“Oh I almost forgot, this is Danny” Pav skims the most normal looking crew member. He whispers to you. “He's a bit weird”

Danny waves wildly, beaming at you. “Hi, I'm Danny!”

“Alright… thank you, Pavitr for the introduction” your stomach starts to cry again. “But I've gotta eat.”

“Oh, sit with us then!” He guides you to an empty chair next to Gwen. “Here, sit down. I'll get a bowl for you”

Awkwardly sitting down, you side eye Gwen. Miles looks like he's about to jump away from the tension.

“If you're worried about everyone planning to hurt you, don't. We have a code here and until you leave, you're kind of…one of us” she pierces the awkward silence between you.

You exhale a breath you haven't noticed you were holding. But you're still on guard, they are pirates after all.

“Here you go, I got you extra bread too” Pavitr saves you from the tension, bringing you a heaping bowl of hot stew with two loaves of bread. He sits down next to you, happily eating.

“God, I'm so hungry.” You grab the spoon with fervor, scooping up a chunk to quickly eat before it goes cold. It warms your insides, calming your hungry stomach. “Thank you– holy shit” it's the best tasting stew you've ever tasted.

“Good, right?” Gwen watches on with an amused smile. “Finn makes them from scratch, even the bread”

“I didn't even know that was possible on a ship.” You say with your mouth full. “Finn doesn't talk much huh?”

“Oh he talks. He just doesn't want to” Gwen shrugs, “that's his thing, don't ask him why”

“Wasn't planning to” you chuckle through your glass.

“Gwen,” Miles looks at you like he knows something you don't. “Am I crazy or she kind of reminds me of M–”

“Don’t” Gwen and Pavitr simultaneously say.

“You remind me who?” You flick your eyes between the trio.

“Don't–”

“MJ, you remind me of MJ.” Miles looks at you with sad eyes.

The entire table silences the moment Miles utters the name. Everyone looks at you and at eachother like how they did when you arrived just this morning. But this time there's sadness in their eyes instead of amusement.

“Who's MJ?” you ask nervously.

“Our former first mate” Foul flicks his eyes around, looking for something or someone. “Emphasis on the former”

“Oh” you could read the room but your bout of curiosity gets you first. “Who's the new first mate?”

“I am” Gwen says it without any pride laced in her words.

“Oh I figured that out. Where is she now?”

“Not here” A familiar voice replies behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, Hobie’s jaw is set, his hand on one of his pistols, the gold on the handle is a stark contrast to the rest of his silver ensemble.

You expect for the crew to stay silent once their captain arrives, but they hollar and cheer. Morphing Hobie's grimace into a smile. But it's still there, the anger and sadness, you can tell because you see it in the mirror everyday.

“Right, what's for dinner?” He sits down on the head of the table while his crew passes him a bowl and the pot. “Looks good, Finn. You've done it again, big man”

You hear Finn's signature grunt from somewhere along the table.

“Aye? She didn't mess anything up did she?” With just one grunt Hobie translated what Finn grunted.

How in the world?

Finn shrugs, making an ‘eh’ gesture with his hand. Hobie laughs, while you look at Finn with a ‘really?’ Look on your face. He rolls his eyes at you.

“I'm an…alright cook” you defend yourself but still remaining true.

“Sure you are, scuttlebutt. What other useful skills do you have, mhm?”

With a chance to prove yourself so they stop giving you tasks that break your back, you sell yourself.

“I recently learned how to sew and mend clothes.”

“You plannin’ on replacing Neddy as our sailmaker?”

Ned lifts his head up from his book. “What's that?”

“Nothin' Neddy. D’you know how to shoot?”

“Please say yes so you can join me with the cannons.” Yuri smirks further down the table.

“Uh, no I don't know how to handle gunpowder.” you refrain from looking at Yuri.

“Carpentry then? Fishing?”

“No and...no” you twiddle with your thumbs under the table.

Hobie grins mockingly at you. “Maybe we should just drop you overboard right now”

You grit your teeth. “I'm good with herbs and medicine. I'm guessing you don't have a ship doctor”

“Now you've piqued my interest.” Hobie casually leans on the table by his elbows, resting his chin on his hands. “Where did a fish girl like you learn about medicine, huh?”

“You only need to know that I can fix some of your crew's ailments. I'm not a doctor but I'm experienced”

“Closing wounds?” You nod. “Scurvy?”

“Theoretically, yes” you challenge him head on.

“The plague?”

“Survived it”

“The pox?”

“Most I can do is stop the spread and alleviate the pain, the survival depends on the person”

“Can we not talk about diseases while eating?!” Pav wildly gestures at his food.

“Carry on” Hobie side eyes you. Taking a huge bite of his loaf.

You throw him a fake smile.

“How are you liking the Revenge so far, Y/N?” Miles tries to make you forget the last interaction with him.

You wouldn't forget about it of course, it'll stay in the back of your mind, festering until your curiosity gets you and you ask who MJ actually is and why everyone quietened after she was mentioned. Maybe you'll do it one day, where your feet are firmly on the ground and you're not near any body of water.

Thinking of an answer that doesn't get you cut by a sword, you fake a smile. “Not what I expected”

“Did you expect blood and gold littered all over the place?” Hobie adds to the conversation. “Because that's in my quarters not here”

Gwen rolls her eyes at his joke while the others are either ignoring it or laughing along with Hobie.

One of the crew yells out on top of all the noise. “Aye, if you're lucky enough, girly, you'll see the inside of the cap’s quarters!”

Hobie shakes his head, throwing an entire plate towards the man with accuracy. Finn moves his head to the side casually before it hits him. The plate shatters then you hear the man scream obscenities.

“Don't listen to that animal” Hobie says without looking at you.

You want to get back at him for the lye comment so you decide to tease him, just to see his reaction, maybe he'll get flustered.

“And here I thought you were inviting me—”

BOOM!

The explosion shoves the entire ship harshly to the left, everyone slides with the movement including the table and chairs. Stew flies everywhere, loaves of bread soar overhead. Shards of sharp wood almost splinter your skin.

You land on the railing of the ship harshly. Opening your eyes through the pain, you see a crate heading your way.

“Fuck–!”

Strong arms grab you by the waist, saving you from getting crushed at the last minute. You hold on to their jacket with wild eyes.

“You alright?” Hobie's words are hushed and soft in your ear. You nod, trying to steady your racing heart. Looking up at him, his eyes roam your face for any injuries.

“I'm okay, what happened—?” noticing that you're still in his arms, you move away, correcting your balance when the ship hurls back to the right position. You try to reach for your necklace, until you remember that it's not there.

He nods once, his concerned face shifting into rage when he hears the sound of cannon balls behind him.

“Unfurl the fuckin' topsails!” He whirls around, directing his crew.

You hear fabric above you unfolding, the large blood red sails fills your vision. It dances in the wind like a macabre waltz.

You follow Hobie's line of sight, he glares at the large ship looming over the distance. The royal navy seal flaps on their bright blue sails.

“The Black Hellion” Hobie spits venom when he says the name. As he says it, a smaller ship appears behind the Hellion, racing to get to the Revenge.

“Fuck” he takes your hand, leading you under the stairs. Your legs drag as the crew rushes to get to their stations.

“Did you lead them here?!” Hobie grabs you by the shoulder, shoving you beneath the staircase, the wood behind you digs into your skin.

“What?! I swear I didn't— I didn't even know who you were until I got off the fucking net!” you stare down his angry eyes, grey swirling like a storm brewing behind it. “I swear on my life I am not navy!”

“You better not be,” He takes a rope from his belt then ties your hands together. Hobie lifts you by the binds effortlessly to a hook hanging above. You're dangling from the metal, the toes of your feet are barely on the ground.

“Hey—! What are you—?”

“We'll talk after this. Stay out of my way” Hobie leaves you behind.

You look at his retreating back in-between the spaces in the stairs. “Hobie! I'm not fucking navy!” you watch as he leads his entire crew with the anger of a lightning storm.

There's drum beats sounding above, bells ringing further across the water. You surmise the battle's only beginning.

Another cannon blasts, you cover your ears with your raised arms. The smell of gunpowder tickles your nostrils. The muffled yells of the pirates makes your head swirl and your heart pump rapidly. You try to jump as high as you can to get out of the hook, but it's too high up.

The boat lunges to the side again, the entire structure shakes. Your body swings and you hit your back against the hard wall. Groaning, your vision blurs for a second. Honing on the action, the navy ship rammed itself on the side of the revenge. You see uniform clad men jump ship, immediately fighting with the people you broke bread with.

There's a clashing of swords, pistols are fired wildly at each other. There's groans and screams of pain. You can't believe a few minutes ago the ship was full of laughter and warmth. Now blood is being spilled on the very floors you've cleaned. The laughter is replaced with agony filled yells and gurgled last words.

A sailor runs at full speed towards you, his sword shining in the moonlight. He yells a battlecry. The thought of them saving you is out of the window.

In an instant, a metal chain wraps around the uniformed man’s neck, he flies back, landing brutally, cracking the wood under him. You follow the end of the chain, you see Hobie dragging the sailor away, yanking and pulling at his neck until you hear a snap. The man lies still, you meet with Hobie's eyes through the stairs, you see a hurricane brewing in them.

He flings the chain back to him, the body thuds lifelessly on the wood. Hobie leaves without sparing you another glance. You've seen death numerous times during your journeys but not like this.

Not in front of you.

You stare at the body, all the noise and clashing of weapons falls deaf in your ears. Your hands shake, chest heaving and skin raising.

You have to get out of here.

Even if you have to chance it with the dinghy, even if you don't know how to row a boat or navigate the deep waters, you're gonna get out of here, out of the chaos and warm crimson that's seeping into the floorboards. You refuse to watch the chaos, but you can't avoid their shadows dancing in the moonlight.

You jump again, nothing. Again. You feel the rope lift up for a second. There's something metallic sliding near you, the knife stops near the foot of the stairs. It's too far away for you to even reach with your foot.

The rope burns your wrists, skin scraping against the rough hemp. It stings, like tear drops, your blood is slowly running down your arm.

You've got a better idea but it's a stretch. You still try it, moving your hands back and forth by swinging side to side, you slowly cut the rope with the sharp edge of the hook. Flakes of hemp fall on your head like snow.

There's a high pitched gasp in front of you, the sound makes you pause. Watching through the stairs, you see Gwen struggle under a large uniform clad man, his hands are around her throat. Squeezing painfully.

You hasten your movements, the rope cuts loose, the second your feet hit the ground, you run.

Grabbing the fallen knife from the ground with hot adrenaline rushing in your veins, you plunge it on the man's thigh swiftly. He screams in agony. You help Gwen up, she coughs loudly, clutching at her bruising neck.

“You fucking bitch!” The man grits his teeth, circling his hand around the handle of the knife still in his skin, he grins a bloodied smile.

You hear Gwen snicker in your arms.

He grabs the knife out of his thigh with a sickening squelch. Blood spurts out of him like a fountain, spraying you with warm ichor. You freeze. Gwen kicks the panicking man in the middle of his chest, he falls like a sack of potatoes on the floor, screaming and trying desperately to stop his bleeding.

You look around the chaos, trying not to listen to the man's pained screams. There's clouds of gunpowder hanging in the air, hiding all the bodies lying on the deck, away from your eyes.

“Gwen.” Hobie's raspy voice echoes out in the silence and atop of the leftover screams of the defeated. He throws her a pistol wordlessly.

Without hesitation, Gwen puts an end to the screaming.

There's complete silence now, the moon still hangs overhead, you wonder if the moon saw everything.

It looks like the pirates won as the navy ship is now commandeered by Hobie's crew. James yells from the mast, flipping the bird towards the retreating Black Hellion.

Shards of broken wood lay next to bodies, both pirates and navy. But the navy looks like it's the one that has suffered more loss. Pistols and muskets are littered around the once pristine deck. The smell of death and burned gunpowder permeates the air.

There's fresh crimson flowing beneath you, drenching the soles of your weathered boots. You feel the warmth spreading under your feet.

A hand claps your shoulder, “you saved me, thank you” Gwen smiles genuinely at you.

A yelp takes both of your attention, a man in a lieutenant’s uniform kneels in front of Hobie, his back being pushed down by Finn's boot.

Hobie crouches down, taking the sailor’s chin in his hand, his nails digging into the man's skin.

“Lieutenant George, your Captain left you to die.” He chuckles without humour. “So much for being called the king's flame, huh?.” Hobie sighs.

The lieutenant spits but Hobie dodges it. “I will use your own limbs to dig your grave! You damn pirate!”

“That doesn't sound practical” He stands up, under Hobie's bloodstained face you see the lines in-between his brows, tired, you know it well. “Take him below, Finn.”

“As for you,” Hobie's bloodshot eyes address you, he smiles, the twinkle in his eyes are back. “Red looks good on you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded, realization hits you. With your sleeves, you wipe your face, smearing the ichor all over your skin more.

“Lock her in one of the cabins.” Hobie says to the men behind you. They take you by the arms.

“Wait—! Why? I told you I'm not one of them!”

“Hobie, come on, she saved my life!” Gwen advocates for you.

“I know, I saw, we're just gonna ask her questions, yeah?” Hobie stands in front of you, in all his blood soaked form. “She has nothin' to worry about unless she's hidin’ somethin’”

You could only glare at him as you're being dragged away, too exhausted from everything.

The rest of the crew watch on. Maybe the stories are right. But for your sake, you hope it's not.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Special thanks to my bestie @thesevenofstaves for helping me out with the titles/names 🫶

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peace-for-levi · 1 year

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Welcome Back

lol hiiiii, sorta haven't written in *checks watch* eight months so i am RUSTY.

cw: feelings of grief, graphic descriptions of dissociation, reader feeling disconnected and needing to be grounded. post-expedition hurt-comfort is my fav genre, lol.

word count: 1447.

taglist: @levmada @jayteacups @happybird16 @theferricfox @sckerman @wortverlust @lostinwildflowers @pockcock @nelapanela94 @notgoodforlife @unadulteratedtreecrusade @starstruckkittensweets

Arms up. Arms down.

Grief anchors and weighs you down like a ball and chain. It's heavy, cumbersome and you are left to just bear the brunt of it. It has a way of removing you from the world, leaving you unable (even unwilling) to reconnect. The most recent expedition and the deaths that came with it weigh down on your shoulders. You lean over, back hunched. Neck tense.

Distantly, you recognise what it is you are feeling (or lack of.) Distantly, you recognise the expedition has probably sent you into this state.

Your vision is 'stretched', or distorted, and everything has a dull fuzz to it. You're sure if you reached to grab the book on your bedside locker, it would slip through your fingers and melt away.

And that you'd wake up from this.

You form a fist and relax it, stretching your fingers. Lines on your fingers; oh, five fingers, all with fingernails. Five sets of knuckles. These are your hands? Surely, right?

You form a fist and this time you squeeze, and you almost feel your nails sink in. Just slightly but it's enough for you to shudder. In realization? In pain?

It's not unusual for your mind to be stuck out in the plains beyond the Walls. The boom and echo of flares rattles in your ears, the screams of your comrades leaves your head spinning. The idea of being back in your bedroom is just something you haven't registered yet, too busy stuck somewhere between a nightmare and reality.

A fake, shadowy middle of unreality.

It's nauseating, harrowing. If not for your feet pressed to the floor and your calves backed to the edge of the bed frame, you'd have a hard time trusting gravity in keeping you down.

There's a voice in the foreground, but you're not quite there yet. Their speech is fragmented.

You cling to reason; to routine and actions. You try to cling to dialogue and even though you understand the words, they don't get processed. You try to attune to the conversation, however one-way it is.

"Your shoulders tense up when you get like this. Relax."

Shoulders… ah, your shoulders? So you roll them. You don't really know what else to do. Tense? Why are you tense and what–

…

What are you…?

Where…?

Levi senses he's losing you further here, so he gives you an order. A command; you can latch onto that. It'll give your brain something to do, long enough to take you away from the plains.

"Legs out. I'll undo your buckles," he says as he kneels between your legs.

Leg up, straighten, leg down.

Same idea again for your left.

The frigid air against your – now – bare skin makes you shiver. Your clothes are being taken off, piece by piece.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Do you know…?" is a question that he noticed that also makes you come back to your senses. He has asked a question that requires a logical answer; you need to go searching for clues.

You know it's your bedroom – what else could it possibly be? – but it just looks so… wrong. In a moment of faint realization, you feel the night's gentle breeze prick the skin on your legs. You turn to the bedside locker and see a bowl of lumpy, congealed soup with a bread roll that looks like it's on the verge of going bad. You must have forgotten to eat it. There's an oil lamp next to the soup, as well as an old book. Reading is a bit too hard at the moment; you can hardly put together the title of the book.

Now you look in front of you. Of course the black hair and grey eyes belong to your lover, but he didn't look so real right now. If you reached out to touch him, would you feel the black tresses spill between your fingers? The war-torn hands clasp your own?

You sink your fingertips into his scalp. He lets it happen, lets you cling to him. He doesn't even flinch, he knows you need grounding. He brings a hand up and rests it on yours, as if to say…

Feel me.

I am alive. You are alive. We are both here, and you will not wake up from this.

(Your brain just needs a lot of convincing.)

He squeezes his hand over yours. "You're getting ready for a bath, I'm helping you," he states. More information to cling to. "Whatever you're feeling, let it be there."

He is slowly walking you to your ensuite. The ground beneath your feet felt soft, even for oak planks. You fumble as you walk, second-guessing your surroundings, but Levi's got you.

He's always there.

The boundaries of the room appear elusive and murky, as you reach out for the skirting on the sides of the bathroom door. Levi was smart and had the bath ready to go, warm water prepped. With a cupped palm, he gently guides you into the bath.

"Step in."

A command to follow.

Leg up, over, and sit.

You soak into the heated water and sit down. You vaguely feel the suds cling to you. The aware part of you hopes they'll wash away the muddy feeling.

Levi begins to fill up a bucket of the sudsy water. He takes a look at your toned back, marred with grime, dirt and caked blood, and stops. He thumbs over some of the rougher sores and tears; some of these scars have been there for years. Shades of purples and blacks and reds, dotting the surface; all serving as a horrific reminder that, so far, you have made it back home every time.

You watch the dirt drip down and swirl in the water, floating there.

Silence permeates between the two of you, and normally, it is a comfortable silence. But Levi wanted to check in.

"How are you doing now, [F/n]?"

Blink. You stare back at him with pupils blown, looking at everything and nothing. "Fine."

"Do you know who I am?" He asks, carefully, scrubbing your shoulders.

Black hair, grey eyes. "Levi…" you murmur.

He nods. Should he press further? He's not sure.

Dissociation is a fickle defense mechanism with a hair-trigger temperament. It can be the deaths of the comrades in your most recent expedition; it could also be triggered by the smell or sound that reminds you of something unpleasant. It sometimes comes when it wants and Levi learned the best way to deal with it was to not deal with it. To let it happen, and sit beside you as it does.

"Don't fight it. Let it be there."

But you don't want it to be there. You stretch out your palm and reach for the towel, but you just hold it. Maybe for comfort, maybe to feel a texture. You register the caked blood by your cuticles and you keep it in your mind's eye for a second, but your vision starts to splinter again.

"But it feels awful…" you find yourself saying. "I hate not recognising my surroundings, I hate not–"

He cuts in. "I know, sweetheart. I know." He takes hold of your hand and squeezes. "I know." He assures.

Because he does.

He's sat with you through every episode of this.

He guides you out of the bath when you're done, and dresses you in your nightgown. He sweeps your hair up and out of your face, before cupping your cheeks. You practically fall into his hands. He pats your cheek in response.

"You back with me yet?"

You shake your head, but your answers are coming out quicker now. He steers you with one hand on the small of your back and peels back the comforter.

As the room gets shrouded in darkness, you're pulled to his chest. A smell of cedar and black tea, the thrum of his pulse and the rise and fall of his chest. Small circles being etched into your hips by his thumb.

"We're going to try to rest now." He tells you.

A command of sorts, something to stick to.

Get in bed, lie down, and breathe.

"Yes, okay," you mumble as you twiddle your thumbs. "Okay."

He pulls you impossibly closer, nose in the crook of your neck and suddenly... you're in the clear.

"I'm [F/n]. I'm in my room. I'm with Levi…" you whisper to yourself, with confidence.

"Welcome back," your lover sleepily replies.

{friendly reminder acceptance doesn't work for everyone but it is a healthy start for some!}

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wren-dy-flowergarden · 9 months

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Salutations!

So... um... I'm kind of sick and am in desperate need of Sebek Zigvolt fluff.

How about a Fem!Reader who takes care of Sebek when he's sick, please?

I've read your other works and I absolutely love them 🫶🫶

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: HIHI! Im crying' over here Im so happy you read my other works too even though they aren't twst fandom. I just love writing. ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. Ya know I was just going to make it head cannons but here is a whole ass story cause it's super late and I could not stop on this one while writing it. I really hope that the characterization is right, I don't know that much about Sebek. BUT I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my very first request! ✧.*✦ *.✧.* *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Sebek x f!Reader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Word Conunt: 2.3k <- yes 2k more so pls enjoy *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Tags: sickies in bed, indirect kissing, ungodly thoughts and confused feelings, slightly hidden fluff, in denial about feelings

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The moment there is enough peace on campus to hear your inner thoughts you know something was out of place.

The first couple of periods rushed through with mild amusement. Grim snoring on your left and occasionally a new note would come from Ace across from you making comments about how 'boring' the lecture is.

The usual, but someone was missing in your day.

Next, lunch went with a suspicious calm. No major fights, a couple forkfuls of food splattered in glory across the table from missing its targets, casual conversation, and nothing more.

Usually, lunch is more...

Noisy?

You couldn't find the answers until you saw Lillia who taps your shoulder out of your daydreams. You let out a small gasp waking up to reality, "Lilia! Don't do that- you scared me half to death."

A small fang pokes out of his smile, "Why I'm only here to deliver a message." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, "The small one Sebek is out with a cold right now. Tucked right into bed."

It was like a lightbulb going off. The boisterous energy that would usually interject into your day leading to ridiculous jabs at each other, Sebek, was missing.

No wonder you felt so off.

"He wouldn't keep quiet when I told him to rest. Saying things quite out of place-" he leans closer to you whispering into your ear in a small voice, "' Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?'"

You can feel the tips of your ears burn but you hope your face doesn't give anything away as Lillia breaks away a little happy smile on his face, "Why it seems he is quite fond of you."

Before you could even retort he quips in, "He's up on the second floor at the dorm. Passed out after I cooked him my famous soup!" He waves walking down the hallway, "Keep well!"

He disappears around a corner and you take a deep breath. Sebek sounds delusional, and you can imagine it has to do with something he ate, especially since Lillia cooked it up.

You hear the warning bell and you scamper off to class.

Later today you give him a visit…

Just to make sure he was alright.

Wallet slightly lighter and a fresh chicken noodle soup you step into Diatom's lounge. You're thankful there is barely anyone here right after school, you are even more thankful Jade didn't even bat an eye when you asked for the rushed order before the kitchen was even open. In fact, he just smiled…calmly…

There was more to dissect on that another day.

Winding up the stairwell, you come to a hallway filled with similar wooden doors all facing one direction. The only difference was a small name plate etched into each forehead of the door. The back of your heel clicked down the cobblestone.

"Sebek, Sebek- ah there, Zigvolt."

A knock for life, you hear a groan like one of those zombies in the movies.

"Hey Sebek we uh-" you think about your words before they spill out how much today actually felt off without him, "I heard you were sick!"

You joke raising the bag of soup up as he could see through the door, "I brought you something a little 'better' than Lilia's cooking!" It was more to test how healthy Sebek was and you did not even hear a response.

Wow, he really must be dying.

You crack the door open peeking your head through. Clumps of tissues were littered on the floor along with some plastic bottles and a different assortment of cups and medicine on his nightstand. What you could assume is a mound of a person was huddled into a little ball underneath the sheets.

You walked through carefully avoiding the snot-filled tissues on the ground, "Sebek, hey. How are you feeling?" You tug the edge of the sheet just to let him know there is a healthy presence of life here, "I brought some soup. Really cost me an arm and a leg (yet),"

A shift of the blanked and another groan escapes him, full of snot he lets out a sneeze. He shifts his body to barely peeking out of the blankets, "You cough you're here?" He says it with no bite, but more of wonderment.

It makes your heart melt just a little.

The two of you have been playing this game recently… where he would make an effort to find you and "train mentally" against you. For what training, you still never understood, but it is a usual constant 'noisy' flow of Sebek. Sometimes he brings you extra lunch saying his enemy couldn't give him an easy win when you weren't having a good day. Other times, he might come to do his homework prideful when gets a question right before you and indignant when you need to teach it to him.

…It was obvious you were playing a game. The shy looks went as you both glance over each other, the constant quarrels that you two would get into and it would slowly fade to each other's company. It was even apparent to Silver, yes Silver that you two have been dancing around each other's toes! He said, 'You two are like the old couples in the valley.'

No, you weren't, this development was by Sebek only! It had nothing to do with you and you became a little closed off and a little more cold and you ignored what was hurt on Sebek's face because how could you recognize that emotion if you did not know him well.

A creak breaks you from your daydreams, "(Y/N)…how cough a human like you is going to get sick." You give a soft laugh sitting by the edge of the bed, "Well, it's pretty incredible you're this sick with your genetics, though maybe it's a blessing that I am human- got to have a better immune system than you."

A gaggle of annoyance, "Not- cough true. You're really cough weak."

You roll your eyes, "Obviously since I'm sick in bed right now. Here you should eat." You step near the nightstand to make some room for the bag gently cracking the tape around the lid of the soup. It smells fantastic.

"Here sit up so you can eat."

He doesn't move or at least maybe he tried to because you hear a grunt. What a baby. You place the soup on the nightstand and reach for the covers of his bed pulling it just to be met by resistance.

"Sebek, come on you have to eat."

"I- no hack la-later would be fine."

"But it's going to get cold!"

"Its! It's fine! I cough like it cold…?"

What a liar. He may be able to lift eight chairs but you have the power of surprise on your side. Your hold lessens on the sheets.

"Alright…then I'll come back later."

He relaxes underneath the sheets, "…really?"

Your grip tightens against the sheets again, "Pshhh NO!"

Sheets wave in the air with also a couple of tissues and oh no was that his phone? It's alright though because you won this one and you look down to hopefully see indignation on Sebek's face but…he's- oh completely naked from the top up.

Strongly lined abs with traces of sweat falling down the lines of etched muscles, the way his pecs were peaking due to the sudden rush of cold air, and his collars dipped nicely really painting the picture of a perfect man. Your eyes meet with Sebek's and he has red forming around the edge of his face from the fever! It's the fever…

The sheets slowly cascade down and messily cover his perfect body his shoulders and head now peeking through.

Was it hotter in here your throat feels more dry as you chide him in fake authority, "You- you should really sit up and eat." You glance at the soup the steam still leaking out, "I'll help you!"

It's only a ten-second break to calm your thumping heart as you balance the soup in your hands reaching for a spoon inside the remnant of the bag. You face back and Sebek is now sitting up slightly against the headboard, sheets tucked in like a modest princess above his chest, the face still red.

You make a place facing him, he won't meet your eyes and to be honest, you really can't meet his. But it's not like you haven't seen guys at the beach before, or even at home when it was too hot of a day. The soup swirls in its paper-like container as you lift the spoon up.

"Here say ah."

He doesn't, mouth still shut, ears tingling red. You knew this look it was when you got the question right first when you won.

But that really didn't matter right now.

You lower the spoon, "Alright. Fine. I'm sorry I took your sheets from you." You don't think about how hot he is and continue on, "It's really yummy soup though. I think that you should have some."

To prove your point you blow on a spoonful and dip it into your own mouth, you try not to think of why his eyes won't leave the spoon. It pops out of your mouth, "See better than Lilias."

His eyes furrowed, "You- you can't say anything about cough Lilia-sama." He nodded towards a half-empty bowl on the nightstand, "See! His food is hack delicious." He really must be delirious because the bowl is caked on black with thick goo hardening in it. You don't fight him though, because this is the first real response you got out of him.

You nod, "Yes yes, then you should be able to finish this too?" Another dip into the mixture, "Say ah."

He looks so reluctant like a cat being sprayed with water, but slowly he opens his mouth, "..ah"

You place the spoon in his mouth and you see the way his teeth are a little sharper than yours clink on the spoon, mouth closing around it before a little pop as you pull out.

Your ears start heating as well, you hope you're not getting sick also.

It's almost done when you can touch the bottom of the soup bowl and Sebek has been quite well-behaved the past couple minutes. After the last bite, you pack the trash and a couple of the tissues are littered around in the bad crinkling it shut.

The air was tight.

"I…I should get going." You try to find any excuse to get out, "Grim- he um- need to be fed! Yeah, so I should go back to Ramshackle."

Sebek knew you well enough to hear a shifty excuse so you believed that was the reason he grabs your hand before you can leave, "Wai- Wait!" he hacks into his other arms elbow, "I want- I-." He takes a deep breath his voice becoming less choppy, "They say I need to say "sincerities" when it's my loss…so cough for a small human like yourself coming here I- hack thank you…"

It's the first thank you he has ever given you and you feel this is more than just a 'thanks for taking care of me'. It felt more about the two of you. In truth and honesty, you were the ones who took the first step away from him, even though you may have something more akin to 'feelings' than the general source of friendship you have with your other friends.

You needed to take the first step.

You gave a small smile, "Oh, the great Sebek is thanking a 'small human' like me." You walk up to his bedside, him still sitting in the same position as before. You're close as you lean down only inches away, "Well then, you're welcome Sebek."

You give a small kiss, right on the side of his cheek, just a peck before Sebek has time to process in his foggy brain.

You are already out the door the time you hear a loud holler from his bedroom. Your face was burning red but it felt nice to finally start exploring these feelings.

A couple days later and Sebek was back in action.

Though, he was with you almost 24/7. Even in the evening, he stayed for extra study lessons, more than usual. It went on like that for a couple weeks.

Of course, you are a little slow to the advances of Sebek and it took Lilia (again) to really make the pieces fall in order. It was just a casual conversation

"I'm glad the dear is a little more open about you, why he was such in denial that he even made the excuse to see you as "mental training"!" Lilia laughs and you do your best to add on the conversation.

"Well he's getting better at math now so maybe he will be teaching me about potions soon."

Lillia laughs even harder now at your response and you tut, potions were difficult alright? He seems to read your face with the knowledge of a sage and wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye, "No you are mistaken dear. He said something across the lines, 'My heart keeps thumping around (Y/N) and I need to fix it!'." He grins, "Why he was such a cutie saying that, so in denial back then- you ask well."

Your face is flush, cheeks a rosy red. And comedic timing comes when you least expect it because Sebek is racing down the halls toward the two of you. He grips your face between gloved hands, your face squished together, "Your face is evenly red… ARE YOU SICK!?"

Your words are muffled together, "Nomhrooo mmmmh fhhine Sebrekkk!" You pull his hands away from you, "I'm fine!"

Lillia looks completely amused by this and just has to open his mouth, "Why Sebek, (Y/N) was just telling me how she felt a little under the weather today."

"What no! I'm fine Sebek, really."

He doesn't believe you of course and that day you're carried in his arms to the infirmary him muttering how a pitiful human like you should be more careful all through a crowded hallway.

God, what were you going to do with the both of you?

#.wwrenwrites #twst x reader #twst x you #twst wonderland #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #reader insert #requests are open #I probably won't write this long for a request again but it was nice to try and do character writing hehe.

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mosylufanfic · 2 months

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Linen and Kisses

For Fluffbruary! The prompts for today were table | blush | laundry. Thanks to @toooldforthisbutstill for sharing the snippet of a marriage contract that inspired this.

Linen and Kisses

The music had switched from Wagner to Nine Inch Nails, so Cassian knew his girlfriend was taking a break for at least a few songs. She couldn't listen to anything with words when she was working, she said because languages got tangled up in her head, so she had massive playlists of classical and instrumental music to blast as she was head-down in some manuscript or other.

He went out to the kitchen and found her filling the kettle. The ravages of her morning's work spilled out over the table, multiple dictionaries and her battered old computer and printouts with penciled notes and highlighted words.

"What language today?" he asked.

"Japanese," she said.

Before meeting her, Cassian had considered himself reasonably multilingual. Spanish, English, and about halfway to fluent in French. It was two-and-a-half times more languages than most people spoke in this country.

But Jyn was fluent in all those and more. She worked as a freelance translator, and since moving in together, he'd gotten used to having half the bookcase filled with dictionaries and having to guess which language she was using to talk on the phone and why.

French, Japanese, Arabic, Russian? Some connection of hers on another continent.

Spanish, with a lot of laughing? Probably his sister.

Danish? Her father, and there would be cursing afterwards.

"Are you done?" he asked. "Or just taking a break?"

"Done for now."

"Good, I was going to start lunch. Any requests?"

"Edible," she said, starting to clear up her mess. "Thanks." She hooked her arm around his waist and leaned up to kiss his cheek. She got taciturn when fighting with a particular translation - well, more taciturn.

By the time she'd cleaned the table off, he'd gotten some of his homemade tomato soup in the microwave and assembled a couple of cheese sandwiches for grilling. She leaned against the counter as he cooked.

He rarely liked having someone in his kitchen, but Jyn was the exception.

"What's wrong?" she asked, breaking a corner off the cheese block and tossing it in her mouth.

"Nothing," he answered, a hair too fast. "Why do you ask?"

She eyed him. "I dunno, you just seem a little tense."

"Because you're eating all the good cheese."

"Oh no," she said, cutting off another corner. "Whatever will happen if we run out of cheese? We might have to go down to the store. How awful."

He waggled his spatula at her. "That's the good stuff. You don't get that at a fucking Walmart."

"Snob," she said, and took another corner. "And anyway, we don't get anything at fucking Walmart because you're banned for talking to the cashiers about unionizing."

"Only because I wouldn't let you vandalize the store manager's car."

"Is slashing tires really vandalism?"

"I think you'll find, yes."

She shrugged. "They never would have caught me."

The microwave beeped, and she pulled out the bowls, just in time for him to plate the sandwiches. With the addition of cutlery and tea in heavy mugs, lunch was served.

He wasn't fool enough to think she'd been distracted or deceived, and if he had been, the canny look she shot him would have disabused him of that notion. The woman knew him far too well.

"So," she said. "What've you been up to this morning?" She dipped the corner of her sandwich in the soup.

It was as good an opening as he could have hoped for.

"Messing around online," he said, digging in his back pocket. "Actually, I found something and did some practice translating, but I'm not too sure if I got it right."

"French? Your French is coming along."

"It's not as good as yours," he said, and she nodded in agreement. "Can you read it over for me? This is the original here. Something from a marriage contract in the middle ages."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You trying to get me to work for free?"

"Good point. What's your price?"

She leaned across the table and kissed him firmly on the lips. "There." She took the paper from his hand and unfolded it. "Mmm. Hmm. Awwwww."

"There's a part I didn't quite get," he said. "About the laundry?"

"Linen," she murmured. She'd majored in European history, and it still emerged from time to time. "Underthings. What you wore next to your skin underneath all the - " She flapped a hand. "Velvet and brocade, if you were rich, or wool if you were poor."

"Ye Olde Fruit of the Looms," he said.

"Mmm. But it was still expensive because everything was spun and dyed and woven and sewn by hand. Cheap clothing is a really modern concept." She looked at the contract again. "This is a legally binding promise that she'll have the things she needs, always."

"Practical," he said.

"And kisses," she added. "It's a really sweet turn of phrase. Linen and kisses." She smiled over it for a moment, then looked up. "What was your translation?"

He dug in his pocket and passed it over. He tried to eat a little soup as she read it through, comparing it with the original, but had to put the spoon back in the bowl and hold his mug tightly.

She read it aloud. “I swear to protect you from poverty, to cover your back with linen and kisses, to watch over your sleep and bring you all the delights of this world as long as I walk it with you.”

Her eyes paused on the last line, spaced a little below the rest of his translation. She lifted her eyes. "This wasn't in the original."

He knew what it said without her having to read it aloud. "No," he said. "But it fits."

She looked at it again.

Jyn, will you marry me?

"I know we've only talked about it a few times," he said. "And I don't have a ring or anything. I thought you'd probably want to pick something out yourself. But I - " He gestured. "I read that. And it felt like a sign."

He didn't normally go in for signs. Neither did she. But reading that had felt like - oh, this. This is what I want. And she's who I want it with.

She set the translation on the table and he looked at it, wondering if he'd been too hasty. If she was about to let him down gently, or not very gently, or -

She got up, came around the table, and settled herself in his lap. His arms came around her instinctively, pulling her close.

"Oui," she said, smoothing her thumbs along the edge of his beard. "Need that translated?"

He let out all his breath in a rush and rested his forehead on hers. "Listillo," he muttered, and she laughed until his mouth covered hers.

The soup and the sandwiches were stone cold by the time they got back to eating them, but he found he didn't mind. She smiled at him over her soup, clearly not minding it either.

"So you'll cover my back with linen, will you," she said.

"And kisses," he said, stretching over the table to press one to her lips. "Don't forget the kisses."

FINIS

#Jyn Erso #Cassian Andor #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #rebelcaptain fluffbruary #star wars #search your feelings you know it to be queue

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rukkiya · 2 years

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don’t look down

(albedo x reader)

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“Come on Albedo, give it a rest. You’ve been cooped up here for 3 days! You need to eat.” You push your way into the tent despite him telling you to leave right when you opened it up.

“Not now. I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m almost done, food can wait, now leave.” He didn’t even bother glancing back at you.

Your hands only tightened around the lunch you made him, saying nothing more you walked up to where he was sitting and placed the soup you made for him on his table, though as you did so you managed to knock down the ink he was using to write all over his paperwork, the very paperwork he’s been writing on for his experiment for the past three days.

You froze, opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out, you felt stupid.

Albedo only stared at the ink seeping into the paper, mixing the words he wrote into one big pile of nothing. He only gently put down the pen next to him, head falling into his hands as he exhaled, trying his absolute best to not lose it completely.

“Bedo I’m sorry.”

“Get out.” He cleared his throat, inhaling sharply through his nose as he raised his head. “Now! Get out, leave, I don’t want to see you. You’ve done enough.” He closed his eyes, temples throbbing.

“I-I can help just let me-“

The soup you made went flying to the floor, some of the liquid spilled out of the bag spreading onto the floor along with some papers, making you jump back at the sudden movement.

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” his hands slammed down onto the table “JUST LEAVE! GO! YOU'VE RUINED ENOUGH!” His voice rose higher than you’ve ever heard it, making you immediately turn around, grabbing nothing as you did what he told you to.

You felt horrible. Of course you try doing something nice once in a while and it ends up biting you back for no reason. You didn’t mean to ruin his hard work but yet you still managed to do so in the simplest stupidest way possible. “Idiot! Why didn’t I look before I placed it down.” You mumble to yourself, feeling utterly guilty as you make your way down the familiar trail to the scenic view you always visit.

You knew he needed a breather, a second to calm down, it was all your fault so you have no right to feel bad for yourself. He told you to leave in the beginning. You should’ve listened then.

As you were walking down the trail you felt how much colder one of your legs was then the rest of your body, your brows furrow as you looked down only to them notice a huge wet patch on your leg, presumably from the soup. You didn’t even feel the soup hit your leg, let alone the burn from it as you scanned the red patch that now littered your skin. Though you felt bad you couldn’t deny the shock you felt, his voice didn’t sound like his. It sounded so foreign, not once has he ever raised it any higher than how he normally speaks, but you knew you crossed a line, though he somewhat surprised you with how he reacted you knew it was bound to happen, you pushed his buttons too far.

You brought your hands to your mouth, blowing hot air onto them to ease the burning feeling on your fingertips. You knew he didn’t want to see you anytime soon but you didn’t want to leave him alone all day, so you decided to stay at the place you and him always go to besides his campsite to let him calm down.

Albedo’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up his pen again, he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the experiment as he felt utter guilt.

It was eating him alive, you’ve been gone for a while now and the longer you didn’t come back the more worried he felt.

He didn’t mean to blow up on you. He’s never raised his voice so high at you and the startled look on your face as he thinks back to what he did makes his heart feel heavy. The smell of the homemade soup you made is still heavy in the air as he looks down at the mess he’s made with it. He only sighs, pushing back his chair and getting up deciding to go find you himself as he knows you felt too guilty to come back yet, he knows you were just worried and he need to apologize properly, luckily for him he knows exactly where you went.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts, eyes scanning the city of Mondstadt below you, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. A familiar pair of arms came into view as they wrapped themself around your waist pulling you back into their chest.

“Albedo?” your voice came out so small, anyone who wasn’t standing directly next to you would’ve missed it.

“Mhmn.” He hummed next to you, urging you to go on.

He felt the way your body tensed up knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. A smile making its way onto his lip’s the longer you stared at his arms. He was waiting to see the reaction you’d give him once you found out.

“Your hands,” you scan the arms around your waist, noticing something missing on his wrists, something that felt off. “Your hands, these hands, they’re not Albedo’s,” you all but whisper out more to yourself as you examine the fingers, palm and wrist if the person whose arms were wrapped around your torso. The person who looked exactly, even sounded exactly like your boyfriend.

“Now what kind of joke is that y/n? That’s impossible-“

“Let me go.” Your hands wrapped around his wrists, attempting to pry his arms off your waist which only wrapped around you tighter.

His smile widened, you could hear the sick smile and hum from the reaction you gave him.

He took a step forward and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, your terrible fear of heights only spiking as he took another step. You weren’t too far from the edge of the mountain, and yes though you were absolutely terrified of heights this spot was one you loved because of the view, that and you also never got to close to the edge, not this close at least.

“Let you go? But it’s me, it’s albedo why are you-“

“Don’t. even. try. Don’t imitate him, you’re not Albedo.” you tried to sound as intimidating as possible though you were more than sure the rabid beat of your heart and your spiked pulse gave away how scared you truly were.

“You’re not albedo, I don’t know who you are or how you sound like him let alone even look exactly like him, but you’re not him, and you never will be.” your grasp around his wrists only tightened as you still tired pulling him away.

“Did you always bite back before?” The man behind you whispers, a chuckle escaping his lips moments after.

“Are you scared love?” He cooed, arms trapping you in place as he shoved you forward with a larger step this time.

You shut your eyes and gasped, too scared to open and look down at the steep slope beneath you.

“You are? But you were doing so well at acting so tough just moments ago. What's wrong now? Don’t you trust me.” His chest was pressed against your back as he took another step, chest rumbling at your crumbling facade you tried to keep up.

You felt his breath tickle your ear as he leaned down. “I heard you guys fighting. What has he done this time?” He asks, you only start to thrash in his hold. “Is he putting his work over his lovely significant other? Oh how shameful of him, truly what a shame. I’d treat you better you know?” He jolted you upright, making you stand straight, your back fully pressed into his chest. “Just don’t make a sound and come with me yeah?” The playful tone in his voice was gone in a second making your breath get caught in your throat by how quickly he switched up. Your head was spinning, he sounded so much like albedo, his skin felt just as soft, his height was exactly the same everything, he had everything like him, but it wasn’t him. The missing diamond marks on his wrists and fast changing moods proving as evidence alone.

“Why aren’t you answering? You always answer for him? Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something wrong with me?” He shoved you forward again, taking a big stride forward leaving only about 5 feet from the edge of the cliff and your feet.

You felt your foot slide forward beneath you, snow falling off the edge as you stood up again, regaining your posture. Your breathing was erratic, you stopped your thrashing as you held onto his wrists once again. You weren’t even sure what to say or do, you felt utterly terrified.

“Now you're holding onto me?” He chuckled, breath tickling your neck making the hairs stand up straight, his voice went back to being condescending.

“This scene sure is breathtaking huh?” His hand playfully pinched your waist as he circled his arms around you bringing you closer to his chest, hugging you against him.

“I do wonder,” he took another step forward.

“What would really happen to the human body if it were to plummet down from this altitude?” You nervously swallow, feeling your mouth go dry. “I mean the snow just looks so soft down there doesn’t it?” another step, you felt your foot slip forward and a small yelp escaped your lips, making your eyes burn with fear.

“What if I conducted an experiment on you?” He asked, voice lowering as he took a small step forward. His own adrenaline pumping as he felt you shake in his hold, he wanted this, to take everything that was Albedo’s and make it his. To ruin everything Albedo loves. To completely corrupt him and make him the villain, make him the one that everyone hates.

Albedo noticed it was eerily quiet as he made his way up the trail, he spotted your footprints along it but hadn’t expected to see another pair he didn’t recognize leading up the same trail you had gone up, these prints were far more fresh than yours.

Albedo only stared longer noticing how the size of the print seems to be strikingly similar to his, making him more uneasy as a horrible feeling sets itself on his chest once again.

He quickly stood up and started walking faster. “They’ll be there, looking out over the place they love most, waiting for me, they’ll be there.” Albedo repeats to himself in his head, his legs pick up the pace the feeling of uneasiness making him slightly nauseous, mostly because only you and him know of this spot, no one else.

His legs come to a halt when a familiar voices hits his ears, his heartbeat almost too loud but he catches the voice alright. He feels the hairs on his arms stand because he recognizes the voice so well, the voice wasn’t yours. It was his own voice coming from the end of the trail, along with harsh movements.

The sounds of struggle only made Albedo move his legs again, his hand lifted to his lips to make sure he wasn’t going crazy and speaking himself, but his lips were sealed shut, having not opened since he last screamed at you to leave.

Turning the corner of the trail to the scenic view his heart was hammering in his chest. There you were, standing looking out like you always were, except he was behind you? He was standing right behind you, holding you close, as you struggled in his hold.

It took Albedo a second to realize just how close the clone of himself had you to the edge and his strides widened, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and out of the fake person pretending to be him.

“Don’t move.” He heard the clone version of himself speak up as he neared you, sword already drawn in hand ready to strike.

You stop struggling, your head snapped back to see Albedo, the real one, your Albedo behind you with his sword drawn.

“Bedo,” you whisper, lips wobbling as you feel relief wash over your body, he came in time and you knew he’d protect you.

“Impeccable timing I must say, but I was about to get my answer, what a shame.” Albedos clone smirked at the real one as he slowly turned around with you in his hold so you were now fully facing Albedo.

“Let them go.” Albedo simply stated, getting straight to the point.

“Hahaha, You’re funnier than I thought you’d be,” fake albedo chuckled, hand coming up to your face to cup it gently as he glared at Albedo. “You’ve been so mean to them latley, why the change of heart now? I was just telling them how I can treat them way more-“

“Don’t touch them.” Albedo took a step closer, sword pointing at the man behind you. You’ve never seen Albedo look so panicked, his usual soft unreadable features now showing signs of worry with his furrowed brows, uneven breathing and shaky hands.

“Ah,” fake albedo took a step back and you grasped his arms around your waist to steady yourself. “Nono, not a step closer or else.” Clone Albedo tutted, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue.

“Take another step and it’s not just me that’ll go down, the snow at the bottom looks so soft and I’ve been wanting to conduct an experiment for a while now you see. If you take another step closer I’ll have no choice but to use dear y/n here as my test subject to see if the human body will survive such a fall or if the soft looking snow at the bottom will help with the impact or not.” He explained, smile widening at Albeod’s uneasiness.

“No,” Albedo lifted his sword higher, glancing at your tear stricken face he only gripped the hilt tighter. “Don’t you dare.” Albedo spoke slowly, feeling his stomach drop with every word his clone self spoke.

“It's not you who gets to decide.” Clone Albedo glared, thumb caressing the side of your cheek as he rested his head upon your shoulder, feeling them slightly tremble. “Would you care to join me in this joint experiment of mine dear y/n?”

Another step back.

You felt your bottom lip wobble as you bit down not wanting the sob to escape. You were beyond scared, plummeting to your death was something that always made your skin crawl. What a sick twist of fate, your worst fear was being served to you on a silver platter.

“No, p-please don’t.” Your voice cracked, Albedo’s features hardened as he saw tears run down you cheeks.

Another step back.

Clone Albedo just had one more step and you’d both go down. You didn’t think your life would end in such a horrible way, the way you feared the most.

“I-I don’t want to go with you, I don’t want to be part of your experiment. Please just let me stay.” You choke out, trying to plant your feet onto the ground to stop him from dragging you back any further.

“Why?” His grip on your face tightened making you wince. “Why should he get to keep you while I get left with nothing? When he treats you so mean. I’ve been watching you both for so long. Why am I the one who has to be left all alone? All these years i've seen you have everything you’ve ever wanted, everything I could ever hope for, and yet you take things for granted Albedo, but this,” a wide smile spreads across his lips, “this should teach you to treasure the things you have, because you never know what might happen, in an instant, just like you took the life I was supposed to have, I’ll take one of the lives you were supposed to treasure.” He laughs, both his arms tightening around your waist as he let his body fall back.

Your eyes only widened, you looked at Albedo in shock as he threw his sword down, his arm outstretched to you but you felt your whole body tipping back as he did so. You stretched out your own arm in hopes to just maybe get a grasp of Albedo’s hand, just maybe.

It felt like time slowed down, you couldn’t really move so you just stood frozen as you felt yourself slowly tip back fully, the view of the sky meeting your eyes as you felt the body behind you rumble as his laughter grew louder. The weight of his body dragged you down along with him, you no longer felt the snow beneath your feet as you felt yourself get pulled down along with the clone of albedo.

A hand came into view once again, a familiar gloved one that you loved so much. Along with his hand came an expression you’ve never seen him wear, a sad, scared terrified look gracing his features. Crystal like tears rolling down his face as he reached as far as his arm would let him without letting his own body slip down too. Your hand flew up and you felt his touch, fleeting but still there and just in time.

He gripped your hand in his, his other arm gripping onto the sharp unsteady rock next to the edge to hold himself from falling down.

The pain shot down his whole body, from the very arm that was holding the weight of holding two people down to his chest. His heart was beating so loud in his ears. Though he felt as if his arm was about to tear out of its socket at any given moment he couldn’t care less about the excruciating pain he was experiencing, not when you were looking at him with such scared eyes. No matter what, he had to pull you up at all costs.

“Y-You can’t,” You choke out, clone Albedo pulling you down further making you slip a bit in Albedo’s grasp.

“Just let go, your arm can’t take anymore.” You try to stop the tears, your eyes burned from the sheer cold you felt. Your scared face making more tears spill out of Albedo’s own eyes as he shook his head.

“NO! NO I WONT!” Albedo yelled, refusing to do so, knowing he won’t be able to live with himself if he ever did such a thing. Not after what he told you earlier, not after how he treated you so horribly and hasn’t had the chance to properly apologize, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go.

Clone Albedo only laughed at Albedos struggle. He wanted to see him crumble, to see him fall into despair, to take everything that was his and to replace him, to be the better version of him.

“Trying so hard to save them? Just let go, you were screaming at them to leave earlier what’s the difference if they leave like this.” Clone Albedo yelled, as he pushed his legs against the cliff making you slip in Albedos hands just a bit more.

The rock Albedo’s was using to steady himself moved making him slip forward. The sharp rock only pierced through his glove and into his hand.

“ALBEDO, ALBEDO STOP!” You screamed, getting his attention as he faced you again, you couldn’t stand seeing him struggle so much, you knew it was hurting him but you couldn’t drag him down anymore. You knew what had to be done.

You twist your hand in his and his eyes widen. “Y/N DONT YOU DARE, STOP MOVING PLEASE, PLEASE DONT-“ he choked out, his fresh tears hitting your face as he looked down at you in desperation.

“I’m sorry love, but I can’t let you get dragged down as well.” You whisper, twisting in his hold once again as you felt yourself slip though his hold.

The look of terror on his face made your eyes blur more as you felt the clone of Albedo drag you down with him, the last thing you heard was the sound of your name being screamed from the lips of your lover. You hoped he can forgive you for making such a selfish decision on your own, but he was too important to lose, you just couldn’t drag him down too, not after all the mess you’ve caused already. All you could do was offer a smile to him as you fell, his figure leaning over the edge becoming more distant before everything went black.

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authors note: hello lovely people!! today I present my first Albedo fic woooo ^o^ pretty chalk prince time! I was unsure if I should leave it off the way I did or not LOL SORRY FOR THAT BTW but here it is! also uhhh sorry for any errors I didn’t have much time to revise but I wanted to post something. I was going to post tmr but it’s my birthday so I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do so but I do hope you all enjoy it! stay safe lovelies! -bagel ┗ (･o･ ) ┓<33

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months

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Hi! Could I request something for Erwin? Just a platonic situation where the reader is a young cadet that joins the Survey corps and they keep bumping into each other

pairing: erwin x reader, tried to keep it gender neutral

tw: cursing, mention of grief & death

a/n: i know i said i wouldn’t get to this but surprise!! i made a creative decision and decided to keep it short and sweet! i hope you enjoy this. this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. it’s vague and is whatever you want it to be, babe.

you joined the survey corps, heart in your hand, ready for the challenges of being a solider. you expected the horrors, the anxiety, the feeling of never knowing when you’d return to your hometown, or if you’d even return at all. what you weren’t prepared for was how hard it’d be to allow yourself to make friends. not sure if you were even interested in forming relationships, thinking it’d be pointless in this field, you kept to yourself.

it was amazing how fast people were taking to each other. everybody seemed to know their place and where they stood with each other. it was painful watching your comrades mess around each day at breakfast. the sound of their laughters put a pang in your heart. you wanted so badly to sit with them, to feel the warmth of a shoulder to cry on. however, the feeling of perpetual doom was enough to deter you, as you pictured how they’d look with missing limbs. but fuck, you were even jealous of eren and jean’s bickering. you felt so alone.

of course, you weren’t. there was always somebody watching you. he knew you were different. commander erwin could see the grief you carried in your chest and the fear paling your face. he wanted so badly to ask you what the hell you were doing here.

the commander was everywhere you went. he even started dining in the mess hall with all of the cadets. you noticed he’d watch you. it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable; it felt…comforting.

soon enough, erwin and you were always bumping into each other. literally. there was one time he had walked right into you, making you spill your soup all down the front of your uniform. steaming hot and scalding your battered and bruised skin after a particularly long mission, erwin found himself stuttering an apology.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright? Let me get you a new uniform.”

the collisions between you two didn’t stop after that. you were starting to think it was on purpose. he was everywhere you went. he had lingering eyes and you were growing irritated. you couldn’t stand it; you felt like you were being babysat, like you couldn’t do anything right. eventually, you find the courage to confront your commander.

slamming your hands down on his desk, you raise your voice as much as you were willing to. “what the hell? why do you think that i can’t do anything without you there? i’m perfectly cable of anything the other cadets can do!”

erwin set his bundle of documents on his desk. he placed them so gently, so nonchalant that you wanted to take them from him, rip them apart and demand an answer. but you knew better, he was still your superior.

“i know you’re perfectly capable.”

“then why are-“ you started, words tumbling out of your mouth.

“(y/n.)” erwin raised his voice, coaxing you to fall into silence. waves of embarrassment, tinged in red, rose to your cheeks. you bite the side of them. “why are you here?”

“somebody has to do something about the titans.”

“that isn’t true. that��s not why you’re here.” his voice is the same as it was minutes ago, not once changing in tone. it was the same familiar, monotonous voice he always spoke in. as pissed as you were, you found it soothing. “you’re running. i can see that you’re running. and there’s something i want you,” he cleared his throat. “need you, to know if you’re going to continue to be a scout.”

the crimson in your face drained. skin turning ghostly, there was nothing you could say. erwin had called you out on your bullshit, on your lack of relationships within the squads, and the utter determination you had on missions, often pushing your body to the brink of exhaustion.

“i need you to feel.”

“what?” you questioned.

“i need you to feel the food in your stomach. i need you to pay attention to the growling when it’s empty. how can you expect to succeed if you can’t nourish yourself right? feel friendship growing in the darkest parts of you, feel the unexplainable, inevitable loss. how else will you remember what you’re fighting for? how can you call yourself a scout if your comrades can’t rely on you? i don’t just mean outside the walls. i need you to feel, (y/n.) i need you to be the scout i know you could be.”

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scholastic-dragon · 11 months

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I love your writing! I can’t stop reading your works! You’re amazing!! For the “kissing”-prompt list would you like to write the “finally kissing, after a long time of pining”-prompt for Rocket Raccoon? (totally cool if not) in any case keep up the amazing work - you’re nailing the character! ❤️❤️

I-

Thank you so much. That comment just made my week! <3

this doesn't technically have any Volume 3 spoilers, but the big mission from the movie is what Rocket and the gang were doing in this, but I never say what that is, so you could take it any way you want <3

rocket x gn!reader

Never Too Late

warnings: spelling mistakes, oooo a bit of angst, mentions of rockets past (without spoilers), smootches, first 'i love yous'

You paced around the bar, rubbing your palms together. They'd been gone too long, without any messages or notice.

It turned your stomach; they should've been back by now. What was keeping them so long?

You knew how the guardians were, more often then not having simple exchanges turning into all out gun fight.

But there was something about this mission, the urgency of them leaving, and the fact that Rocket had asked you to stay behind.

Rocket: you're best friend, asked you not to go.

Ever since you saved his ass from Ego, he'd been glued to your side, but recently he'd been more content to stay as far away from you as he could.

You weren't sure what changed, but something was happening with him. Why else would he push you away so adamantly?

Kraglin tried to calm your nerves, telling you Quill actually took charge of a mission, and it was simply too short notice for the whole gang to go.

You weren't sure why, but that just sounded like a lie. Rocket was pushing you away, and you had no idea why.

Three exceptionally slow days later, the Guardians ship landed in the docking port. You all but ran from the mess hall, spilling your soup all over the floor as you ran across the Knowhere courtyard common center.

Chest heaving, you skidded to a halt at the garage door, smiling as you see the group file out of the ship.

"You're back!" you sigh, rushing up and hugging Drax and Mantis, they smile back, clearly happy to be home. "I was so worried,"

Manits chuckled, rubbing your back. "I can tell,"

You pull back, fist bumping Nebula, and punching Quill's shoulder. "Everybody alright?"

Quill groans, rubbing his shoulder with a smile. "In a way, we all need rest, especially Rocket,"

"Where is he? Is he okay?" You ask, instantly becoming worried.

Nebula and Quill share a look, debating whether or not to tell you.

"Well?" You push, feeling your stomach start to turn.

"It's not our place to say, you should talk to him," Nebula finally says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where is he?" You look around the port, not seeing the pesky raccoon anywhere.

Quill turns, gesturing into the ship. "His workshop,"

You all but sprinted across the ship, smashing your hip on several metal tables, panting heavily.

Finally, you shoved the giant door open, letting out a relived laugh seeing him standing next to his desk.

He glanced up, fur matted with sweat, covered in dirt and grime but very much alive. He snorted seeing how disheveled you looked. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

You lunged forward, picking him right up off the floor and hugging him tight to your chest. "You're alive!" You pant, feeling the gnawing aching feeling in your stomach soothing.

"'Course I am," He sits stiffly in your arms, although you can hear the relief in his voice. Perhaps he missed you as much as you missed him?

You sigh, setting him down on the desks surface so you could be eye level. "Are you okay? I was so worried, you didn't call or anything,"

Rocket said nothing, simply staring into your eyes. He looked ready to scream and cry, chest heaving as his mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words.

"i'm sorry," He whispers, shoulders slumping slightly. You reach an arm out, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"It's alright, I'm not mad I didn't go, I'm just relived you're all okay," You comforted, taking big deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

Even though Rocket was standing right in front of you, his short shallow breaths and panicked eyes told you that you both were having two different conversations.

"You're....you're not mad at me?" He mumbles, looking down at the tables surface.

"Oh, Rocket," You squeeze his shoulder again, your other hand tipping his chin to meet your eyes. "No, I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,"

That sentence broke something in him, he sobbed and gripped the collar of your shirt. Yanking you down and smashing his lips to yours, you gasped, planting your hands on the tables surface to keep yourself balanced.

He pulled back, pressing his forehead to your cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't let you come, you're my best friend and I was so ashamed you'd think different of me if you knew...."

"Rocket..."

"I love you," He laughs to himself, pulling back, cupping your face, tears misting his eyes. "I've loved you since we first met, every fight, every drink, every time I yelled at you for something stupid, and all the restless nights were I dreamed of you. I love you, Y/n,"

Tears spilled down both your faces, you swallowed thickly, trying to get your brain to come up with an answer.

"I love you too,"

His eyes go wide. "You do? You do?" A smile grows on his face as you nod and smile back at him.

"I do, I love you, I've been in love with your for months!"

He pulls you back in for a kiss, nails gently scraping across your cheeks. Your hands slip around his back, pulling him flush against your chest. He presses his knees into your sides, practically climbing you, pulling himself as close as he could get.

After everything that happened, he isn't about to ever let you go.

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wooahaes · 1 year

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“be more careful.”, “you’re going to get sick.”, “i think we’re soulmates.” with joshua please? 😸

the act of caring for another

pairing: non-idol!fiance!joshua x gn!reader

prompt: 6 + 20 + 45 from these prompts!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: reader is sick. soft shua. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: ok ngl... writing this made me a lil sleepy

joshua hong, self-proclaimed expert of those he loved, knew that you were a thousand times more stubborn whenever you were sick. that was why he always took the opportunity to baby you more. otherwise you’d end up like this: sitting on the floor, watching him change the bed sheets because you spilled soup everywhere.

(to be fair, he pulled a chair aside for you to sit in. you just refused to budge from your spot with one of the only clean blankets wrapped around your shivering form.)

“joshy,” you whined from your spot as he wiped down the mattress protector. that’d been his idea after you spilled your tea once, just to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again. “i’m sorry.”

he paused from where he’d been reaching for the fitted sheet to unravel, turning back to look at you. you were pouting, and he had to fight back a smile at how cute you could be. “it’s okay,” he crouched down, reaching for your hands instead. he pulled you forward, at first just to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “just... be more careful from now on, okay? tell me if you don’t feel good.”

“but i’m fine,” you whined. despite your protests, you let him pull you up to your feet. “i just... dropped the bowl by accident.”

he’d seen the way your hands shook for a moment, and he knew it was a lie. another downplay of how awful you felt. wordlessly, joshua pushed you toward the chair, letting you settle down. getting you back into bed would be easier if you were sitting higher up.

“i wouldn’t mind feeding you,” he said. “that’s what husbands are for, right?”

the tiniest smile crossed your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re not my husband yet, joshy.”

he ignored the urge to kiss you then and there. as if you didn’t call him your husband when the two of you were with strangers, always dropping the word so casually because you knew how giddy it made him. he’d referred to you as his spouse before, too. ever the dutiful lover, joshua turned away from you to focus on making up your bed again. the sooner it was done, the sooner you could rest... and the sooner he could have you back in his arms, once he gave you your medicine.

it was easy enough to go through the tiring habit of making your bed (something joshua always preferred to do with you, just to share the work and lessen the load), to start the washer to remove the stains, to give you your medicine once you were tucked underneath your layers of blankets. taking care of you would always be the easiest thing for him to do, if he was honest, even when it seemed tiring.

(”it’s easy because i love you,” he had said the last time you were sick. “it’s always easier for people like that, y’know?”)

he’d reached out for you, expecting for you to do the usual when you were sick: fold yourself into his arms and tease him about how he was oh so clearly in love with you. yet this time, you pulled away. before he could question it, you looked up at him as he leaned over you.

“you’re going to get sick,” you whined a little, already looking as though you were about to nod off. “i don’t wanna make you sick...”

he snuggled in anyway. “i don’t get sick. it’s fine,” he pressed a kiss into your neck. “you should sleep if you want to.”

after a moment, you cuddled closer to him, pressing your warm lips against his arm. he listened to the way your breathing grew slower with fatigue, your head drooping against the pillow.

“shua?” you mumbled at one point, not quite asleep yet. “i think we’re soulmates.”

he’d smiled as he kissed your shoulder once more, before snuggling in for a nap with you. “i think so, too.”

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #joshua hong fluff #joshua x you #joshua hong x reader

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vegeta-bananabluish · 7 months

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@dbshipsweek, day 5 food/baking! Collab with @sonaevy who drew this ultracute GoChi and flustered Goku! Part of my ficlets of flustered DB men series, that you can find here.

When Goku was about to take a seat at the kitchen table, he paused, as his gaze, as if having a life of its own, was instinctively drawn to the sight of Chi Chi. He always thought she was a beautiful sight when fully absorbed in her cooking, stirring the large, steaming pots and pans on the stove. He took in the tied-up straps of her kitchen apron, which always accentuated her beautiful waist, and the aromas that emanated from her busy, yet organized, actions in the kitchen. He couldn't quite make out if his wife or the promise of good food was causing the saliva to pool in his mouth. It didn't help that he had been carrying a burning question with him all day. He didn't know why, but he wanted to ask this question only to Chi Chi. He swallowed down the beginnings of nervousness, as his attention zigzagged between the traditional fish soup simmering softly (of which he could smell that it was nearly ready) and the skillful hand movements with which Chi Chi finely chopped the fresh herbs. Unable to contain his bubbling curiosity any longer, he leaned with his back against the kitchen counter next to her. With one hand scratching the back of his head, and with a look filled with innocent wonderment, he asked, "Hey, Chi Chi... what do people do on TV when they press their lips together and move their tongues around and stuff?"

Chi Chi, slightly irritated by the seemingly indecent question, paused the mixing of the herb blend, which would soon form the foundation of her curry. Her brows furrowed slightly before shooting an exasperated look in her husband’s direction. "Goku, that's not an appropriate question to ask." She had just caught Goku's smile faltering slightly before she turned back to her herbs. She lamented that Goku knew very well that that 'look' was the most effective weapon against her. Guilt sank into her bones, like spilled red wine on a white carpet, as she tossed the herbs with flour and water into the pan to make the curry roux. Perhaps, there had been a few times when she had been curious about how she would feel if their tongues were to meet, to deepen their usual small but sweet pecks on the lips. After all, they were husband and wife, weren't they? She had read that kissing was often part of marriage. Chi Chi halted her knife mid-chop, realizing the annoyance she’d been feeling moments ago had melted away like snow on a spring morning. In spite of Chi Chi's reserved views, a mischievous smile began to curl on her lips.

In a sudden and surprising move, Chi Chi turned around. She swiftly grabbed Goku's head between her hands, flattening the upright hairs under her fingertips on his neck. With half-lidded eyes, she drew him in for a firm, passionate kiss on his lips. Goku's face turned beet red, his eyes widening in astonishment. When he gasped, Chi Chi experimentally pushed her tongue between his lips, where she boldly caressed it along his own. Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds, as they got used to the foreign, but exciting sensation. Goku had been temporarily frozen with shock, but quickly thawed, and responded hastily, eager to discover how Chi Chi's mouth felt from the inside. Chi Chi tasted sweet and of the herbs she’d just sampled, a richness of flavor that was quickly making him woozy. It was starting to liquify his insides into jello and he wanted more of it.

Suddenly remembering that the rice was cooking dry, Chi Chi breathlessly released Goku, immediately turning back to the sizzling pans, with a hint of a blush spreading across her cheeks. Goku just stood there, his face still flushed, unable to find the right words to express the sensations still whirling inside of his gut. With a mix of embarrassment and wonder, Goku muttered, "I... I think I understand now." He watched Chi Chi quickly slip on two oven mitts to remove the pan from the stove, as images of their nocturnal intimacies flashed through his mind, sending jolts straight down his spine. He made a mental note to initiate this ‘kissing thing’ later that night.

#dbshipsweek #dbshipsweek2023 #gochi #son goku #chichi #sonaevy #bananabluish #DBshipsweek #DBShipsweek

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 11 months

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Under The Weather

Warnings: None really other than sick reader, fluff<3

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greg Montgomery x gn!reader

A/n: I wrote this specifically for @greg-montgomery because Fay is sick and I wanted to give this to her<3. Bestie I hope you're getting better🩷🩷.

Tags: @hotchnerbau @criminalskies @ssahotchnerr

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle

You'd had a very sore throat the last couple of days, which made you miserable. The only thing that helped was that Aaron and Greg had been taking such good care of you. They insisted on it.

The first day they both stayed with you, snuggling you, feeding you, giving you medicine. They pampered you to no end. The second day Aaron went to work and Greg stayed with you, then on the third day Greg went and Aaron stayed.

You're on your fourth day and it is now Saturday. Even though you're feeling a little better they still refuse to let you do much of anything. They didn't want you to worsen your condition by doing anything too strenuous. Which apparently included using the toilet.

You stand up from bed, Aaron on one side of you and on the other side Greg would normally be there but he was busy in the kitchen making you some soup. "What are you doing?" Aaron had concern laced in his voice along with some curiosity. "I'm going to pee?" You responded with a scratchy voice and a raised eyebrow. "Let me help you." He moves to get up but you hold a hand up. "Aaron this isn't something I still need help with. I didn't really need help with it the last three days before either." You speak softly. He gives a slight frown and nods as he sits back down on the bed reluctantly.

You take a few steps in the direction of the bathroom when Greg walks through the bedroom door, bowl of soup in his hands. "Why are you out of bed? Why are they up?" Greg asks you first then turns to Aaron with the second question. "They have to go to the bathroom." Aaron answers for you and you start walking again but Greg is quick to set the soup down and be at your side.

"Okay, let me help then." He puts a hand on your shoulder and one on your lower back. "I just went through this with Aaron. I don't need help. I'm okay, really, I'm fine." You don’t say it harshly, you speak in a soft tone again, coughing a bit at the end of your sentence. Greg frowns more than Aaron did, gives you a pout, and his best puppy dog eyes. You look at him for a moment before sighing and giving in. "Okay okay. Fine. Be my escort to the bathroom." He smiles and kisses your cheek.

You know they both mean well, but they always act like you're on the verge of death even if you just have sniffles. If you sneeze more than twice in a row one of them always offers to get allergy medicine for you. The smallest thing happens to you and they immediately enter protective mode. You've grown rather used to it though. And you know it's just because they love you so much. But thinking you'll break a bone just walking to the toilet is a little extreme, but you love them just as much so of course you're fine with putting up with it even when it gets slightly annoying. Most of the time it’s sweet though.

Soon enough you feel another hand on your back just above Greg's and one more on your other shoulder. You knew that as soon as you said yes to Greg that Aaron would immediately join as well. Not always, but most times, they are a package deal. Especially when you're sick. They already like to baby you but they do it to no end when you're ill. Normally you just try to let yourself enjoy it.

Once you're all snug in bed again they both join you this time, Greg spoon feeding the soup to you like you can't do that on your own either. It's endearing though. Aaron is snuggled into your side as you eat and watch one of your favourite films. Greg can't really pay any attention to it though as he's trying not to spill hot soup on you.

Once that is over with your attention is entirely on the television screen but after a little while you feel eyes on you. When you look at them you see them both staring at you with the most lovey dovey look on their faces. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" "No, you're just so cute even when you're sick. With your red stuffy nose." Aaron answers. "And your eyes that are always half closed because you're more tired than you normally would be. You're just really cute is all." Greg finishes the answer to your question as he smiles big.

"So you two think I'm cute when I'm suffering?" You make it sound a little more dramatic than you need to, but it is still a valid question and they've been dramatic about it all anyway, so now it's your turn to be the dramatic one. "Yes." They both answer at the same time. Your brows furrow and you look between them both a few times before deciding to just let them be and go back to watching the movie.

Soon enough you're falling asleep. Having them both cuddled up in bed with you always makes you feel safe and sound. It always relaxes the three of you and it makes it much easier to fall into peaceful rest. It may only be the middle of the day on Saturday but you're all perfectly content with sleeping the day away.

When they notice you've fallen asleep, they stop the movie. Aaron wraps an arm around you and gently rolls you both over so he's on his back and you're pressed against his side with your head on his chest as Greg scoots up behind you and rests his hand on your side. Nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and shoulder leaving a few soft kisses there. Aaron on the other hand is kissing the top of your head.

"We love you." Aaron whispers and places a kiss on the crown of your head. "Very much." Greg says and leans over a little to kiss your cheek like he did earlier.

They stay like this for a while. Holding you close. They do their best to make you comfortable, but it's hard when you're sick and they can't just remove that from you in just one day. Seeing you not feeling your best in any form always makes them sad to some degree. So when you're sick, they just do what they know how to do, which is to pamper you. Even if maybe they over-pamper you just a little. You all know you just want the best for each other and that's what you do. You all do your best and that's what counts. Even if their best might annoy you just slightly in these situations.

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