#you just wanted someone to tell you you didn't have to try or to coddle you or make us do what you want or whatever

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been wringing my hands about the concept of family therapy. scary stuff. like maybe it could help and we sure as hell need SOMETHING to change but i think it would be like taking a potato peeler to the soles of my feet

#look it probably works for a lot of ppl but every time i think about it as a solution for my Definitely Needs It family it's like. god no #it probably only works when everyone's willing to change and actually listen to each other #if i did it with my folks im worries they'd quit if they were challenged or talk shit about the therapist/methods afterwards #like im so worried the therapist would take their side and we'd be stuck giving in to them #only now with assurance from an expert that they're always right and we're wrong and ungrateful. not helpful!! negative progress #and if we tried to switch therapists my parents would be like oh you just can't accept responsibility 🙄🙄 #you just wanted someone to tell you you didn't have to try or to coddle you or make us do what you want or whatever #aghhh it's so scary and it's not even on the table. no one wants this but i also think trying to mediate it myself would suck so fuckin bad #aughh. sorry i wanna write about it as like. a tags rant. here goes #my parents don't apologize for shit. ive legit seen it happen once. they justify and backpedal but they never acknowledge their bs #they treat the harm that comes from their methods with a sort of 'well what do you expect me to do about it?! (rhetorical)' vibe #like there is no way to improve. like the ability for parents to fail and be flawed means those things must be accepted uncritically #because they're trying and they have good intentions. but if they really wanted to help as they claim they would be willing to change #if you're trying to help someone and they tell you your actions didn't help or are hurting them you should change your methods so theyre #helped. but they operate on this assumption that their methods should always work and thud if they don't that we're too sensitive #'youre asking for too much' was kind of a major theme in my childhood is what im realizing #instead they justify and focus on intent or their kids' flaws (real or imagined). they want to change the reaction rather than the action #they dont want to help they just want the problem to go away. and quiet kids look like happy kids i guess #thing is i cant even cite that many manipulative things theyve said bc we all go quiet as soon as they use a disapproving tone #like they'll just be like 'skrunks >:/.' and that's it. i cant say anything. i know i wont be listened to and they fucking do it on purpose #theyre kinda shit at defending themselves but i can barely follow their lines of reasoning so it's so fucking hard to argue with them #it's also so unnurturing. why is us being unhappy or uncomfortable smth to blame on our failure n not smth you want to help with? wth #yk the thing about the Shut Down Tone is i recognize and resent it sometimes but it still makes me feel like im not giving them a fair shot #bc i dont even slightly challenge them much (& they dont have to say what they mean for us to cower) i feel like im misreading their tone #that im being too sensitive and thinking theyre being controlling for no reason. like im reading into it too hard and hating them when if i #pushed back they'd freely be good to me and change and be reasonable. but now it's becoming clearer that that's not the case bc they Do Not #and if i mention The Tone theyll just say im overreacting and that it's my fault for not sticking up for myself AGAIN!!!!!! #and it's so frustrating knowing what's going on and still having these doubts. i can't trust my gut or what i hear bc they might be right #they'll straight up lie or change their arguments or their story to get me to submit. am i being gaslit??? wtf #but i trust my (treated worse) brothers' accounts which helps. my parents brag about their parenting skills to us btw ✌️✌️

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Can I request reader being really sick and baby Yuji being really worried about her while Sukuna is trying to take care of her?

A/N: hope the ppl who voted for this in the poll are happy 😡😡 — i feel betrayed because yall didnt choose the other one

If someone who personally knew the three of you walked in right now, they would probably laugh at the current sight. Others would be surprised or confused. But little Yuuji was neither of those things. He was utterly adorably worried and concerned — for you. His little heart couldn't comprehend that you were only sick and would eventually recover. In other words, Yuuji is scared you'll die and never come back.

Then, who will tell him bedtime stories?

Then, who will kiss him goodnight and good morning?

Then, who will hold his hand while walking?

Then, who will coddle and pamper him?

Then, who will?

These were all questions Yuuji could not and would not like to answer.

But Sukuna — being way older than his brother — knew better, and he knew this was nothing too serious. But again, Yuuji couldn't comprehend that.

“Don't make me say it again, sweetheart. Now, open,” Sukuna held out the medicine for you to drink.

“Nuh uh,” you crossed your arms over your chest, backing up into the pillows behind you on the bed. You tried to stifle a cough, but you failed.

“I will pry open your mouth and shove this down your throat. Now, drink.”

You groaned, yet still obeyed. The fluid felt hot and cold simultaneously as you swallowed it.

Sukuna ruffled your hair, “See? Wasn't so bad, was it?” He retrieved the now empty cup from your hands and left the bedroom, probably walking to the kitchen to wash it, you assumed.

Yuuji turned to look at you with big glittery eyes. “I—I don't wan’ you to die. I don't wan’ you to go . . . like Grandpa.” Yuuji’s bottom lip trembled, he didn't want to cry — not in front of you, at least. He wanted to appear manly, brave, just like his brother.

You were quite taken aback at this, did he seriously think a cold could kill you? “Yuuji, come here,” you said, your tone soft.

Yuuji instantly crawled into bed — not without struggling a bit at first — and snuggled into your side, holding onto your hoodie with a white-knuckled grip.

“I will never ever leave you, Yuuji. So don't you worry your cute little head off about it, okay?” You booped him on the nose, emitting a squeal from the boy before he curled up impossibly closer to your body. You wiped away his tears.

“Y’know, I'm not going to die anytime soon. You can't get rid of me that easily.”

Yuuji fervently nodded, not fully believing you but still hopeful, nevertheless. “Yay!”

Yuuji was sad that you wouldn't be able to drive him to school that morning, but he knew you were tired. Plus, he overheard his older brother telling you that sleeping would be good for you, and the boy only wanted the best for you. So Yuuji accepted the fact, though still a little upset about it.

But when he came home from school, Yuuji ran straight to your side, where you were sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!” Yuuji jumped into your lap and gave you the biggest big bear hug a toddler could possibly give.

“Hi there, Yuuji,” you replied, before coughing. “Did you have fun at school?”

“Yeah! It was so fun.” You let him ramble and babble to you about his day, while running your fingers through his pink locks.

“That sounds like you had a really good day, Yuuji.”

“It would have been better if you were there with me, though,” Yuuji mumbled into your shirt.

You giggled at the boy, “Sorry about that, Yuuji.”

“‘tis okay!”

Yuuji snuggled into your sweater, enjoying the warmth from your body. He almost fell asleep from your massaging his scalp, but then he remembered something and gasped, jumping off of your lap.

You raised a brow, albeit not bothering to ask — your throat felt itchy. You unpaused the TV and continued watching your show. Halfway through, Sukuna decided to join you on the couch, pulling you into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Feeling any better?”

“Sorta.” You coughed. “My throat kinda hurts, though.”

You rested your head on Sukuna's shoulder as the both of you watched the actors on the screen, occasionally making small talk here and there.

Minutes later, a screaming, hollering, laughing little Yuuji ran into the living room, making both your heads whip towards him.

“It is I! Dr. Yuuji Itadori! Don't worry, Y/N. I am here to help you not be . . . um, sick — anymore!” Yuuji climbed onto the couch and inserted himself in between you and Sukuna.

Yuuji was dressed in a white doctor’s coat, and had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. A toy thermometer was also in his hand.

Quickly discarding the thermometer, throwing it aside — onto a protesting Sukuna’s lap — Yuuji put the back of his palm against your forehead. And though he didn't understand what he was doing, he attempted to copy his brother, who he had seen frequently do that in order to check you for a fever.

Speaking of said brother, Sukuna got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

“Hmmmm!” Yuuji pulled a clipboard out of his pocket and messily scribbled down illegible words onto the sheet of paper. Then, he placed his clipboard down and grabbed ahold of his stethoscope, pressing it onto your heart and listening to it beat.

Out of the blue, a hand roughly pushed the doctor aside, and Yuuji fell off of the couch and onto the carpet. “Out of my way, pipsqueak. Y/N needs her medicine.”

“‘Kunaaaa,” Yuuji whined from the floor. “She was getting her check-up.”

You covered your mouth, muffling your giggles. “Yeah, babe. You interrupted Dr. Yuuji.”

Sukuna grimaced, scrunching up his face. “Doctor? Since when?”

“Since he was born, silly! Yuuji is a prodigy, isn't that right, sweetie?” You picked up the toddler and set him onto his lap, he immediately went to rub his face in your chest.

A muffled ‘yes’ came out from him, though he didn't even know what he was agreeing to.

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[ann1-wr1tes]

You Came? You Called...

(Part 2)

Synopsis: Leon tries his best to comfort you during a rough time, but comfort soon turns to something else...

Warnings: Smut, slight angst, p in v, unprotected sex, NSFW

Word Count: 3,520

A/N: Leon simps, come get your juice.

Part one

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"How about we get you to bed?" Leon asks softly. You were practically melted against him as your cheek was pressed to his chest and your arms lay around his neck. Leon had his arms wrapped around you and he could tell you were tired. The panic attack you had previously struggled through seemed to have drained all the energy out of your poor body.

You hum in response, not really having the energy or the care to give a proper response. Leon looks at the time and it's around two in the morning. It was time for you to get some rest.

Carefully, Leon hoists you up and off the couch, still in his arms and he carries you up the stairs and towards your bedroom. He kicks the door open and finds your bed. He manages to step over all the clothes and items that lay strewn across the floor and he lays you across the mattress.

As soon as you realize that the warmth radiating from Leon is gone your eyes pop open and you find him trying to situate you comfortably on the bed. Leon goes to pull the covers over your body but your hand grips his wrist to stop him.

Leon freezes and looks down at you expectantly.

"Don't leave...please." your voice comes out much more strained and meek than you had expected and it makes you almost wince in embarrassment. You knew that when tomorrow came around you'd be kicking yourself for all of this.

"I didn't plan on going anywhere." Leon continues to pull the covers over your body as he says this but something inside you just needs to feel Leon's arms wrapped around you again. It was like an internal battle.

Your pride felt so small and god you felt so needy. You called Leon and now he was here seeing the pathetic display and he was still here, tucking you into bed after he held you for an hour as you sobbed into his chest. As embarrassing as it all was, you still couldn't stop yourself from reaching out to him again.

As much as you hated to admit it or acknowledge it, you knew you needed Leon right now. He was one of the only people who knew what you were going through, he was someone who had been there since day one. He was the one who took you under his wing while you were a rookie. He had taught you everything that he knew, he was the one who always made sure you were okay during and after missions and even though you tried pushing him away or you'd get angry at him for "coddling" you, Leon still made sure you were okay.

He was always there for you, even now when you needed him most. Even now when you were feeling like such an emotional mess that you felt ready to curl up and cry again, he was there to help.

"Try and get some rest." Leon pleads softly before turning around. Like lightning, your hand grips his again and he stops.

"Stay here with me...please." You beg, looking at him earnestly and he feels his heart melt at the way you are looking at him. He can't help it though. Leon had always been endeared and enthralled by you. Maybe it was due to your determined personality. Or maybe because it was just you. Leon knows he has always been fond of you for some reason. Even Hunnigan has pointed out. She just loved to tease him and mention how Leon looks at you when you don't notice or how he practically jumps in the way of danger for you.

So of course Leon couldn't say no to you. How could he ever?

You watch as he kicks off his boots and discards his leather jacket onto the floor. You quickly scoot over on your bed and peel back the blanket, making room for Leon. You almost want to sigh as he slips in next to you. He was like a heater and you could feel your nerves settle as soon as he wraps his arms around you again.

You know it was a selfish thing to ask Leon but you felt safe with him. It felt right almost.

"Is this alright?" Leon whispers gently and you nod in response. He pulls your body closer towards his, pressing soft kisses to your head.

"Thank you.." you utter. "The nightmares get bad at night." You confess quietly, your voice barely above a whisper and your eyelids droop slightly as you relax further into Leon's embrace. Leon rubs slow circles into your back in order to comfort you. He knows all too well about nightmares.

So he waits for you to fall asleep first. He makes sure that no nightmares come to bother you as your breathing evens out and you finally drift off to sleep. After that, Leon lays awake a little longer and watches you. His expression softens and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He doesn't dare move too much in case he wakes you. Leon lets himself enjoy the moment. Enjoy the way you feel so relaxed and so secure with him. Soon, Leon finds his own eyes starting to droop and before he knew it, he drifts off to sleep.

You swore that you had never slept so well before but you were deeply sucked into a dream. It felt all too real when your head dreamt up how it felt when Leon's soft lips grazed across your neck or how it felt when your hips rolled against his and you could feel his dick reaching all the right spots deep inside you.

It didn't help that Leon had a knee slotted between your legs or how you could smell his cologne or feel how his arms were wrapped around you. It made it all feel so vivid that you didn't realize that you started to roll your hips against Leon's leg, or how small moans and gasps fall from your lips in such a beautiful way that it starts to pull Leon out his own sleep.

He opens his eyes and can see your smaller form squirming and grinding against his thigh. The small moans and noises that fell from your lips was enough to go straight to his dick as he starts to feel hot. In all honesty, Leon had no idea what to do. Surely it would be wrong of him to lay here and watch....

"Sweetheart.." he whispers.

You falter for a moment but your hips continue to move on their own accord as your dream continues to play out. Leon lets out a hiss and clenches his teeth as your ass rolls against his half hard crotch. This time he plants his hands on your hips and forces you to stop your movements but that leads to a pathetic whine leaving your lips that makes Leon groan in response.

"Sweetheart, wake up." he coos softly.

When you wake up you almost feel mad that your lovely dream had been interrupted but when you felt the slick heat between your legs and the pair of hands that gripped your hips, you had a feeling you knew what had happened.

"Were you having a nice dream there sweetheart?" Leon murmured against your hairline. His tone was husky from sleep and you let out a sigh, nodding slowly.

"I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have.." you try to utter the rest of your excuse but are interrupted when Leon props himself up a bit more and leans over to capture your lips with his. His one hand trails up to get tangled in your hair while the other hand is still rested on your hip.

Almost as quick as it happened, Leon pulls away and his blue eyes scan over your face. He felt a little panicked at that moment. What if you thought he was being a creep or what if you were uncomfortable?

Almost as if you could sense his worries, your lips are soon back on his, kissing him hungrily and desperately. Soon you find yourself gripping the front of his shirt as he positions himself above you. Your lips begin exploring each other's mouth feverishly and within seconds, both of your hands are roaming over the other, fingers brushing against skin in ways that they weren't supposed to.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this at least and yet here you both were, lost in desire.

After a few minutes of frantic passion and desperate neediness, you both finally break apart panting heavily and you look up at Leon with half lidded eyes. He seemed to mirror your gaze too as he panted lightly.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." you utter through bated breaths. Leon's face hardens a bit as his brows furrow. You sigh in response and press your lips to his again. When you pull away you can see Leon's face morph into confusion.

"But please just for tonight...I need you." you tell him honestly. "I need you to make me forget.."

You know that this wasn't supposed to happen. This all was entirely unprofessional. And yet you didn't seem to care. At least not right now.

You needed him, you craved him, and in that moment, you just wanted to forget about everything else. You wanted to forget about all the pain and hurt and everything you had seen in the past few months. You wanted to forget about your job and your life. The only thing you wanted to think of was Leon.

Leon's eyes soften again at this moment and you can almost make out a hint of sadness in them.

Leon knew what this all felt like. He had gone through everything that you are going through now and he understood what it was like to want a distraction. He can't even count the amount of flings and one night stands he had in the past. It was all a way to try to ignore his pain and suffering. Obviously though, it didn't work so the next best thing was alcohol.

"Are you sure?" Leon asks softly.

"Yes. Please, Leon. I need you." you beg. Leon seems to mull it over in his head for a moment before cupping your cheek in his hand.

"I could never say no to you." Leon sighs. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you frown when he pulls away but he narrows his eyes at you and you swear his voice drops a bit deeper as he speaks.

"You tell me if you don't want to do this or if you don't like something. Understood?" he asks.

You nod but Leon doesn't take that as a response. He presses his thumb on your lower lip and leans into where your lips almost touch.

"Use your words, princess." he demands.

"Yes." you affirm. Your heart is pounding wildly and you wouldn't be surprised if Leon can hear it.

"Good girl," Leon purrs. Soon his lips are glued to your neck, sucking, nibbling, licking, and kissing. He nips down on your neck softly and you let out a quiet moan and he smiles against your neck. It doesn't take long before he begins kissing up towards your jaw.

"Please.." you breathe out.

He places soft kisses up until he reaches the corner of your lips. He was teasing you.

"Please what?" he murmurs, his lips pressing kisses against your cheeks.

"Please, I need more.." you beg again, moving your hips against Leon in an attempt to get more friction. He smirks and moves his hips, rolling them against yours. Your breath hitches and the hand that rests on your hip tightens.

"More what, sweetheart?" Leon asks, faking the obliviousness in his voice as he rolls his hips into yours again. The movement elicits another loud moan to fall from your mouth as you buck your hips up to meet his.

"More of y-you...please." you stutter through pants. "I want your cock." you specify. That seems to grab Leons attention and he finally decides to stop teasing you and he grips the bottom of your sleep shirt, tugging it up and over your head as you raise your arms to make it easier.

Then his lips attack your bare chest. He shifts his hips so a knee rests between your legs again and rubs it against your core for the extra pleasure. His lips trail over to one of your hardened buds and gently he wraps his lips around it and lightly suckles as his other hand rolls your over nipple with his thumb.

You swore that you could cum from that alone. It just felt so good and it didn't help that you hadn't gotten a good fuck in a while.

"That's it baby. Let me hear you." Leon murmurs huskily against your ear. He continues to ravage your chest while rubbing his knee against your core. The sounds that left your lips was enough to have Leon hard and leaking in his own pants as you panted and moaned his name.

"Shit. Such a pretty girl." Leon mumbles. "Do you have any idea what kind of effect you have on me?"

Your breathing is heavy and erratic as you lift your chin to meet his stare once he looks up at you and you let out a shaky chuckle before replying with a whisper.

"No..."

"Let me show you then." he breathes.

He sits up and hooks his fingers on your shorts. You lift your hips as he pulls your shorts down your legs and it leaves you in your soaked underwear. it was almost embarrassing how wet you were. Leon on the other hand could feel his cock twitch as he brings a finger in between your clothed folds. The amount of slick that collected onto his fingers when he pulls his digit away has him groaning.

You whine in response and try to hide your face away in the pillows. But Leon doesn't allow you to hide. A hand gently comes down and grips your chin. He tilts your face to look at his as he slips his finger past your lips.

"Suck for me sweetheart." he demands softly. You do as he says and he slips off your underwear, leaving you completely bare.

"Look at you...so beautiful." he breathes. Leon's eyes trace over you hungrily, taking in every curve and imperfection. His hand even softly traces over the scars that you had acquired through your line or work. It was almost like he was trying to memorize the jagged marks and splotches on your skin.

It felt so personal. So intimate. It felt like you were raw in front of Leon, Like everything about you was being stripped and exposed to him as he took all of you in. It was blissful torture.

The moment becomes soft. Leon pulls his finger out of your mouth and goes to run his hand through your hair but you stop him and tug on his shirt.

"I think its your turn.." you rasp as you pull his shirt up. Leon lightly chuckles and yanks off his shirt, letting you see everything from his hard muscles to the scars that he too has.

You run a hand up his abdomen. You revel in all the hard muscle and the feeling of the scars as your fingers dance along his skin. Soon your trail down lower and your finger graze along the hem of Leon's jeans. You have to stop yourself from grazing across the very noticeable bulge in his jeans that was clearly straining at its limits.

Leon seems to get the hint and he quickly unzips his jeans and yanks them down. He can't help but almost sigh in relief as he pushes his boxers aside and his cock springs free and slaps against his stomach.

Leon groans softly as he runs his hand through his hair. You watch him with wide, glazed eyes and lick your lips slightly, biting down on your bottom lip.

Leon grips both of your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours as he presses them on both sides of your head.

"If you want to stop now, we can..." he starts to say, trailing off as you shake your head.

"Please..I want this. I've wanted this for so long." you admit. It was true. You remember watching Leon train. You'd always ignore the way that your cheeks would heat up and your mind would wander onto other things. Or how he looked so damn good in that suit he wore when he visited the President. But you always told yourself it was wrong and Leon was just your mentor. Nothing more.

But now he was all yours.

Leon's breath hitches in response and he lowers himself down until your lips brush against each other in a slow, sensual kiss. You wrap your arms tightly around his back as Leon holds your waist with both hands. One of his hands brushes across your lower abdomen causing shivers to run down your spine and you whimper softly. On instinct you wrap your legs around his waist too and Leon slips his length in between your folds, trying to build up some sort of lubricant.

Soon Leon prods at your entrance before slipping in slowly. You grip his shoulders tightly as your head falls back against the pillow as your entire body trembles.

"Fuck...." Leon mutters as he grinds he rests his forehead against yours. "Remember to breathe pretty girl." he huskily reminds.

You inhale sharply and close your eyes. Leon stays still for a minute, savouring the moment. Once he feels your body untense and your breathing is steady he makes his first shallow thrust, trying to gauge any reactions of possible pain but there seems to be none as your back arches and your mouth falls open.

"Feels good?" Leon grunts out as he builds up a steady pace.

"Oh god...oh please." you whimper. Leon hooks a hand under one of your thighs and pins it higher against his shoulder so he can thrust deeper into you. With every thrust you can hear the wet sound of his balls slapping against your clit and you start grinding up into him.

"Mmm, so close. Just a little bit longer sweetheart." Leon growls out as he presses harder against your body.

You are thrown into a world of euphoria as your mind unravels. The only thing left in your brain was Leon. It was all you could even manage to moan out was his name. You didn't even realize how your nails raked up and down his back, leaving little red lines that contrasted with his other scars.

You were panting heavily and crying out his name like prayer. Tears were collecting in your eyes as your brows furrowed together and you could feel your release building. You were practically teetering over the edge.

Leon's whole torso was taut as he continued to rock his hips forward and backwards. His mind spun as you clenched around him and soon his own groans turned to moans and he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he continued to rock his hips into yours.

"Good girl. Bein' such a good girl for me..." Leon muttered through heavy breaths. His hand reached down between your two bodies and with one finger he rolls your clit in little circles.

That motion alone had you clenching around him and letting out a cry as waves of pleasure washed over you. Leon's eyes roll to the back of his head as a low groan escapes his throat. Leon can feel his climax approaching quickly as he makes a few more deep thrusts before spilling inside of you.

Afterwards Leon collapses against your chest and takes a moment to catch his breath before he looks up at you. You're panting and sweating heavily. Leon lifts his arm up to wipe some sweat from your forehead, which causes you to giggle breathlessly.

Leon leans up on an elbow and kisses your cheek affectionately before settling against you once again.

Everything seems warm and fuzzy and your heart won't stop pounding. In fact you're afraid to even look up at Leon with how you can feel his blue gaze stuck on your face. It was almost overwhelming. Your worst fear was that things would be awkward after this. You'd go back to work and things would go back to the way they were. You and Leon would send each other glances every once in a while. Or sometimes you two would exchange a quick conversation about meaningless things before you both would eventually part ways.

"How are you feeling?" Leon asks softly.

"I don't know." you respond honestly. "I'm tired I guess."

"Then get some sleep." Leon advises. You hum and settle your arms around his neck. You can feel the warmth that radiates off of Leon and in turn keeps you warm.

"Thank you, Leon. For everything." You mutter quietly.

"Anytime sweetheart."

#leon kennedy smut #leon x you #leon x reader #leon smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x you #resident evil angst #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil

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(This is in response to an ask but I accidentally deleted it, so, whoever that was, here it is!<3)

You won't leave me.

Content Warning ⛈️: Suicide, attempted suicide, mentions of making reader limbless, kidnapping, nonconsensual nonsexual touching and kissing, suggestive thoughts and thoughts of r4pe! Reader uses she/her pronouns. Ft. Yandere Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti and Kazuha x reader!

So, just dark content! If you don't like it or can't handle it, please, just leave. If that sounds rude I apologize but don't read something you might not be able to handle! ♡

Summary🔎: They're finally leaving you alone for a little while, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to escape?

Part 1

I don't condone these actions. If you are having thoughts about taking advantage of someone, do not do it and get help.

If you have thoughts about hurting yourself or commiting suicide, know that you aren't alone and please try to reach out for help.

Words: 1k!

Estimated read time: 5 minutes!

You hate it here. You can't even cry, when you do, you get coddled or yelled at. You haven't been left alone for a year. Showers, going to the bathroom, sleeping, eating, everything! You don't want to feel anymore. Everything hurts. You're so tired of it all. But, finally, you have some alone time. "I will miss you, Dove, but I don't have a choice! Xiao will be back quickly, alright? So you won't be alone!" Venti coos as he holds your cheek. When they leave, and come back, they always hold onto you so much. It's so horrible. You miss your friends.. You know not all of them are still alive. Some of them have even been killed right in front of you as a punishment for acting out! Just a little protest!

You nod in response to Venti, forcing back the tears that threaten to spill except, for the first time in a long time, they're tears of joy. You quickly snap out of it, though. "Oh, poor Dove! Don't cry my love," Venti says, reaching to cup your cheek. You didn't even realize you were crying. But you play along with Venti, you have to, or there's a chance he won't leave. "I'll just miss you so much!" You say, internally cringing as you force yourself to hug Venti. You make yourself cry harder, thinking of everyone you've ever cared about dead. It works. "Don't worry, my love, I'll be back soon enough!" Venti coos, as a grin breaks out on his youthful face. You know he doesn't really believe you. Venti pats and rubs your back, kissing your forehead before lifting your face up to his, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you.

You want to scream, to tell him to stop, to leave you alone! But you just comply, kissing Venti back as you cry a little more. The kiss is vulnerable, soft, in Venti's mind at least. To you, it's invasive, predatory, disgusting. You hate it. You hate him. Venti breaks the kiss. "Buh bye my love! Don't do anything stupid, alright?" Venti smiles, petting your hair. You nod, looking at him as he kisses your cheek and walks out of the door, unlocking the many locks before leaving the house and relocking all of them. You're sure there are more locks outside. You breathe out a sigh of relief and joy, a grin breaking out on your face, one that you were holding back before.

You laugh to yourself, you probably look so stupid, don't you? You wipe your tears. They've proofed the house so you can't hurt yourself without it being painful, and they know knew that you couldn't do that, you're you were scared of pain. So it's picture frames after picture frames of them and you, no knives or sharp objects, no weapons, plastic baby utensils, baby cups, etc. It's so dehumanizing. But, not anymore.

You break everything you can in the house. One last picture frame stares at you. It's a picture of you, Xiao, Kazuha, Venti and Scaramouche. Although Scaramouche and Xiao didn't really want to be in the picturenot rlly w Xiao. You rip it off of the wall, throwing it against the ground like you've done all the others. Yeah, maybe that's wasted time. But you wanna get back at them. At least a little.

Route 1

(I have never attempted to hurt myself in such extreme, so forgive me if I don't write it correctly)

You pick up a shard of broken glass, you tightly grip the glass, causing yourself to bleed as the glass cuts into your palm. You wince. You press the glass to your wrist. But, you hesitate. You don't want it to hurt. But this is the only way to escape. But you don't want to die. You press the glass against your wrist, cutting into it. You wince, tears start to stream down your face again. It hurts. You take the glass from your wrist and wince as the cold air reaches the wound on your wrist. You move the glass down, cutting into it again, this time, lower. You continue to cut, until you feel dizzy from blood loss. You pass out.

You...

☆ bled out! ☆

Route 2

You pick up a shard of broken glass, you tightly grip the glass, causing yourself to bleed as the glass cuts into your palm. You wince. You press the glass to your wrist. But, you hesitate. You don't want it to hurt. But this is the only way to escape. But you don't want to die. You press the glass against your wrist, cutting into it. You wince, tears start to stream down your face again. It hurts.

Suddenly, the door is broken open. It's Xiao. "What is it you think you're doing!?" Xiao yells, quickly at your side and puting pressure on your wrist wound. He flings the shard of glass out of your hand, it shatters on impact against the wall. You struggle to get away from Xiao, trying to move back as you sob. "No! Stop! Let go of me!" You yell, but Xiao grabs you by the back of your neck, stepping over the shattered glass and various other objects, and he brings you to the bathroom.

Xiao starts to bandage and patch up your wrist. You didn't cut too deep, you were scared after all. Xiao softens. "Come on." Xiao grunts, lifting you up and bringing you to the bedroom as you sob and plead. Normally, the ones with the worst punishments are Venti or Scaramouche, and sometimes Xiao. So that's what you assume is going to happen. "Shut up. I'm not going to hurt you." Xiao says, laying you down on the bed and laying beside you. He hugs you close to him. He's glad he got here before you did anything more. But he's angry. Angry that you tried to leave him.

Maybe he'll cut off your arms or legs so you can't run or do anything without him. Just a compliant little bird. He would feed you, bathe you, have you drink things, have you be absolutely unable to do anything as he slots himself in between your thighs(that's where your legs would end, just above your knees), sinking himself inside of you inch by inch-

"Xiao..?" You tiredly whisper, snapping himself out of his thoughts. "Yes?" Xiao says, sharply. "I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, barely awake. Xiao curtly nods in response. Xiao feels you cry as you start to fall asleep. It's been a few minutes, probably around ten or twenty. Huh. Guess he just lost track of time.

You fall asleep. When you wake, Scaramouche is yelling at Venti. "Why did you leave her alone!? You stupid archon!" Scaramouche yells, glaring at Venti. "Says the puppet." Venti snaps, glaring back. Kazuha is cooing to you, realizing you've woken. You're laying in-between his legs, your back against his stomach.

You...

☆ Survived without a punishment! ☆

#genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere kazuha #yandere xiao #yandere venti #yandere scaramouche #genshin x y/n #genshin x yn #genshin x reader fluff #genshin x reader angst #xiao x reader angst #yandere xiao x reader #yandere venti x reader #yandere Scaramouche x Reader #yandere kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader fluff #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader fluff #Scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #yandere x reader

[taocard]

His personal break room

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lyney ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyney, who’s been working much harder than usual. putting on performances much more frequently and spending all his time thinking of new tricks to please everyone. He was overworking himself because he’s forgotten to separate “Lyney” from “magician”. Lyney, who’s just absolutely exhausted from all these shows he’s been forcing himself to put on, and won't give himself a break. He doesn’t really have anywhere he can take a break and turn off the act when he gets like this. He may be able to hide it from everyone by applying makeup and wearing a fixed wide smile on his lips, but never ever could he hide it from you. You were always able to tell right when you looked into his eyes. As they say, the eyes are a window to one's soul. And lyney’s eyes were exhausted and in pain. Lyney, who drags his feet all the way to your house and his heart is jumping at the sight of you. You, who is the love of his life and didn't look at him as “Teyvat’s greatest magician” but just as himself. You're pulling him inside your home and taking care of him. First, he’s taking off his shoes, letting his feet get some air. Then, you're guiding him to your bathroom, a gentle grip on his hand. He was still getting used to allowing himself to be taken care of. This had only happened a handful of times in your relationship where you stepped in and coddled him (which he deserves). When Lyney followed you from behind to the bathroom, he thought about how he wasn't used to following people like this. It was usually the other way around, having all eyes on him during his shows or having his siblings chase after him since he was the leader. …with you, it wasn't like that. Sure, he would take you on dates and lead you around town. But it didn't really feel the same as when he led Lynette and Freminet around. He's now sitting on the bathroom counter, eyes closed and a small smile on his lips as you wipe off all his makeup for him. Lyney was going to try and strike up a conversation because he’s not used to the silence. He’s stuck in his mindset, thinking he has to talk and impress you with a big grin on his lips. That’s what he was supposed to do at his shows after all. Make the audience happy and such.

But, he doesn’t. Because right when he opened his mouth you said, “It’s okay. If you don’t feel like talking right now, that’s alright.” His smile seems to freeze in place at your words. Nothing comes out of him. He doesn't even seem to blink. “…” He looks at his lap, a frozen smile still on his face, and you can see how the clocks are turning in his head. You were not an audience member. You were not someone he needed to constantly impress. You were not his siblings. You were not someone he needed to hide his feelings from just to appear “strong”. You were his significant other. His other half. The person who can look out for him and it wouldn't be any sort of burden. Lyney’s fake smile he had on for his audience was gone instantly. his whole attitude of appearing perfect has disappeared..

The hat on Lyney’s head seems to feel a lot heavier, and for the first time in two weeks, he wants to take it off. “So-...Sorry…I need some time-” Lyney slowly takes his hat off his head and places it beside him, looking at it with a blank look in his eyes. with the simple absence of his hat, that alone felt like a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders. He doesn't know why he's apologizing. He doesn't know if he's apologizing to you. he doesn't know if it was for forgetting just how special you are and that you're not to be confused with his audience members. Or if he's apologizing to himself for not slowing down and taking a moment to just breathe. “Take your time. We have nowhere to be,” you told him softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He nods with a little yawn escaping his lips. …archons, when was the last time he got some decent sleep? When you've removed all his makeup and put everything away, you're helping him off the counter and exiting the bathroom with him right beside you. After, you put him in one of your shirts since it was the only other option you had for clothes. It helped him get out of his magician clothing and make him feel more grounded in his home. Lyney, who's now lying between your legs, nuzzling into the warmth of your chest with an additional blanket on top of both of you. He felt like he was in heaven with the additional soft praises you whispered in his ear. “You did such a good job, meeting all the crowd’s expectations. and that new trick turned out amazing, all of your hard practice paid off, my love.” Your fingers carding through his blonde hair, playing with them and lightly scratching at his scalp. His eyes are closed, enjoying all the sensations you provided, and soon enough you hear soft purrs coming from your boyfriend. Yes, that's right. Your boyfriend, who did not have a tail or cat ears, was purring like a little kitten. And this wasn't the first time it happened. You asked him why he didn't have the cat appearance like his sister, and he replied, “Well, if there were two people, there wouldn't be enough diversity don't you think? It'd be quite boring if me and Lynette were both cat people” like it was obvious.

You had to hand it to him, he was kind of right about that. He used magic to conceal his ears and tails, but that didn't mean he didn't have them at all. Which explains how he was purring at the moment. You knew he was about to fall asleep and you quickly pressed a kiss to his head while murmuring, “Lyney un-do it.” A whine comes from him and he nuzzles further into your chest. “Nooo. I don’t want to moveeee” he complains, voice drowsy. “But baby it makes your head sore and gives you a headache. We agreed you’d un-do it before you fell asleep, remember?” He's groaning now. If he had to explain how it felt to conceal his ears, it felt like he was wearing a wig that was too small for his head. If he wore this wig for too long, naturally it would hurt and feel like his head was going to burst into a million pieces. “I promise you can sleep right after,” you say, trying to give him some sort of incentive Lyney’s face peaks up from your chest and he’s shaking his head quickly back and forth. Like magic, a pair of cat ears appeared on the top of his head, bouncing back and forth with his head, and a tail appeared near his lower back. A moan of relief slips from his mouth. His head feels so much better now. “And you say I don't care about you,” you teased “Yes yes, you always know what's best for me,” he says dismissively, closing his eyes and getting ready to sleep. You couldn't see his face, but you could feel the small and genuine smile on his lips that rested against your skin. Maybe this is why Lyney can't rest in his breakroom. In his breakroom, he's by himself and doesn't know how to take care of himself. He only knows how to apply the makeup, wear some fake smiles for the crowd, and take off the makeup. But his break room didn't have you. You, who would take care of him in ways he didn't know how. You, who would give him kisses and cuddles. It seems that you were his place where you could take a break. Lyney almost snorted at the thought. How could a person be a place? It sounded so silly.

right before he lost consciousness for the night, his tail managed to wrap itself around your arm that rested on his lower back, keeping you close to him even as he slept.

#genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact reverse comfort #lyney reverse comfort #lyney fluff #genshin impact fluff #lyney having cat features :> #he just needs a break every once in awhile :((

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request a reader x Future Donnie where Reader is being very stubborn and refusing to let him leave cuddles to work? Like clinging onto him, hanging off of him, etc etc just silly n fluffy?

-Shadow

Self-Care

F!Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, Donnie is upset, fluff, exasperated Donatello, Kraang future, Donnie needs rest, swearing

A/N: Another late post? Crazy.... I'm very sorry it's so late...

"Donnie?" You ask softly, your hands gently resting on his softshell. You press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, his body tensing at your touch. His concentration breaks for a moment, turning his head to glance at you, a mix of surprise and irritation in his eys.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" He snaps, his voice laced with annoyance. He tries to shrug your hands from his shell, not wanting any distractions. "I've got important work to do, so please, just let me focus." His words come out curt and dismissive, as if he's already moved from the brief interruption.

"You're tense..." You sigh, your hands moving to his shoulders. Donnie's body stiffens even more, his irritation growing.

"I said I don't need your help," he grumbles, his voice strained. "I'm perfectly capable of handling my own stress." His words come out sharp, laced with frustration. Despite his resistance, a small part of him secretly enjoys your touch, but he refuses to let it show.

"Obviously." Considering you haven't eaten all day... Or actually slept in 3." You point out, a tiny hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Donnie's eyes widen in surprise as you pull him away from his desk, effectively blocking his access to his work. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your actions.

"What are you doing?" He asks, a slight flicker of concern in his eyes. "I told you, I have important work to do. I don't have time for this." Deep down he knows you're right about his lack of self-care, but he's too stubborn to admit it.

"Bed. Now." You point over to your bedroom down, remaining firm as you know the excuses that will come from the stubborn turtle. Donnie's eye narrow at your words, his frustration growing once again.

"Excuse me?" He retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, you don't get to boss me around." He crosses his arms, his stubborness rising to the surface. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myslef, thank you very much. I don't need you telling me what to do." Despite his defiant words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a hint of weariness that he's been trying to hide. He stands, his large form looming over you, but you don't back down. "I won't be treated like a child, and I won't be controlled. So let me get back to work."

"Absolutely not." You shake your head, you hold your ground, letting him know you didn't plan on moving. "Bed now, please."

"I'm not going to bed just because you say so," He answers, his voice firm and resolute. "I have work to do. I can't just abandon all of that because you think I need rest." He crosses his arms over his chest again, his stance unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile creature that needs to be coddled." His words come out with a mix of determination and exasperation, his frustration palpable.

"You're such a stubborn ass..." You hugg, crossing your own arms. You knew he could very easily pick you up and move you, but both of you knew the other wouldn't give up. "You can't do your best if you're tired, if you're not eating. So go to bed."

Donnie's eyes narrow at your remark, his frustration reaching its boiling point. He takes a step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Stubborn ass, huh?" He mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Coming from someone who's just as stuborn as me." He shakes his head, a mix of irritation and admiration playing across his features. "I don't need you to tell me what's best for me," his voice defiant. "I know my limits, and I know how to push myself. I've been doing it my whole life." His voice tinged with stubborn pride, unwilling to admit he needs a break.

"I'm not going to let exhaustion or hunger stop me from doing what needs to get done." He takes another step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "So, if you think you can boss me around and make me do what you want, you're sorely mistaken." He locks eyes with you, a challenge burning in his gaze. "If you want me to rest, you're going to have to make me."

"You know I can't..." You whisper, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Donnie. Please, you're destroying yourself by keeping this up. You haven't slept, you haven't eaten." Your hands hesitantly rise to cup his face, he doesn't pull away, allowing your hands to find their normal place on his cheeks. You see his nose wrinkle, anger filling his eyes. "I know you probably think I'm mean and you probably hate me right now. I honestly don't care what you call me, what you say to me. What matters is your well-being, not me."

Donnie's anger wavers for a moment as he looking into your pleading eyes. He can see the genuine concern etched across your face, and it gives hiim pause. Your words strike a nerve, resonating with a part of him that he often tries to bury beneath his stubbornness and pride. He takes a deep breath, his features softening slightly, but his guard remains up.

"Don't pretend like you know what's best for me," he mutters, his voice filled with vulnerability and defiance. His gaze flickers away from your, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "I can't afford to rest, to be weak. The Kraang won't wait for us to catch our breaths." He hesitates, his eyes darting back to you, his voice quieter. "I appreciate your concern. I know you're just trying to look out for me. Maybe... Maybe I've been too hard-headed."

"Fine." He finally conceds, his voice softer. "I'll rest. I'll eat." His lips quick into a small, weary smile. "But only because you asked, not because you're right. Got it?" he raises his an eyebrow, a hint of his usual sass returning.

As Donnie retreats to the bedroom, his mind is filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The weight of his own stubbornness and pride weigh heavily on his shoulders, and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for pushing you away. But the scientist in him, the part that is driven by the need to protect his family and defeat the Kraang tells him that he must priotize his work.

In the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He knows he needs to rest, he knows that he can't continue pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. But the fear of failure, the fear of letting his family down, gnaws at him. He want to prove himself, to be the one that saves the day, and he's afraid that if he takes a step back, he'll lose that chance.

His mind races, thoughts and emotions colliding in the chaotic mess. He knows he loves you, he knows you care about him deeply, but the tangled mess of his own insecurities prevents him from fully expressing it. He wants to reach out to you, offer some form of comfort, but he can't bring himself to do it.

Donnie's head turns as he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening. He freezes for a moment, his eyes locking on yours as you step into the room. There's a flicker of surprise in his gaze. He wasn't expecting you to follow him, to bridge the distance that had frown between you.

For a few heartbeats, the room is filled with heavy silence, hsi gaze searching yours as if trying to decipher your intentions. His lips part, as if he wants to speak, but he hesitates, uncertain of what to say.

Finally he breaks the silence, his voice tingerd with longing. "I... I didn't expect you to come in here," he admits, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I... I guess I thought you needed space from me. But if you're here, maybe we can talk. Maybe I can try to explain, try to make you understand." His voice cracks slightly, the vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usually composed exterior. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to say.

"I'm sorry," He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not being able to fully express... Everything.I care about you, more than I can put into words. But sometimes... Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own fears that I forget to show it." His eyes never leave yours as he continues, his voice sincer and desperate. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be the reason you're hurting. I'm trying, I really am, to find a balance."

He reaches out tentaively, his hands overing in the space between you. "I don't know if you still want me, if you still belive in us. But if you do... If you're willing to give me another chance, I promise I'll work on showing you how much you mean to me." His hands tremble slightly, the vulnerability palpable. "Please," he whispers, his voice filled with hope and fear. "Please tell me we can find a way back to each other."

You step closer, allowing him to grab you hips, pulling you to stand between his legs. You craddle his face gently, shaking your head. "Space? From you?" With a surge of boldness, he leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all of his love and longing into that single moment. It's a promise, a pledge to fight for your relationship, to never let you doubt his feelings again.

As the kiss lingers, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice vulnerable and full of adoration. "And I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much."

"I love you too." You mumble, your lips finding his again, his heart soaring from your words. As your lips find his again, he surrenders himself to the slow tender kiss, a gentle sigh escaping his lips.

⋆｡ ﾟ｡☁︎👾｡ ﾟ｡⋆

Donnie's eyes flutter open, his mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. You whine softly as you feel the bed shift, Donnie sitting up to go back to the lab. You quickly stop the terapin, pulling him back down into bed with you. "Do you have to leave?"

"I have things I need to work on." He admits, his voice laced with regret. "There's always something that needs my attention, somethign I need to fix or improve."

"Well, I'm not allowing it." You huff, moving to lay on top of him. He knew very well that he could easily move you if he so desired, but he didn't.

Donnie lets out a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He teases, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I suppose, I'll stay here a little longer, just for you."

#{fish answers•°} #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donnie hamato #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donnie tmnt #rottmnt donnie #donatello x reader #future donatello #donatello #donatello hamato #tmnt donatello #rise donatello #future donatello x reader #donatello x y/n #donatello x you #future donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #donnie x you #donnie x y/n #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #future donnie #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #{shadow•°}

[i-cant-sing]

May I request Todoroki family with a reader with a birthmark /port wine stain on their face? I feel like they’d be smothered even further (the reader can also joke about getting free laser surgery cause when that shit happens it smells like burning flesh (a jab at Dani lmao))

Portwine stain used to be my fav topic ever. Like you could ask me anything in pathology and I don't think I'd remember it, but someone even hints at it and ID KNOW WE'RE TALKING ABOUT PORTWINE STAIN cause like the moment I saw pictures of it on patients, I was like "?????? How is the name so ACCURATE????"

So with Todoroki fam, I think their reaction is mostly based on how you feel about your skin. So, if you're like more confident and rip anyone a new one if they try to bully you, they're also gonna treat you very normally (except maybe Rei). But if you're insecure about your face, then they're just gonna baby you to the max as well. Rei is always cooing and going over the top with compliments "aww baby, you're always beautiful in my eyes! You're like a pretty princess! I'm your mother, I would never lie!"

Enji mostly tries to encourage you with few but deep words, something along the lines of "beauty always fades away. It's what on the inside what matters. Make yourself so skillful and abled that you don't allow this to be a barrier between you and opportunities. I'll always support you." And obviously, he'd pay bucks if you want to remove this stain/mark.

Natsuo again, using his few years experience as a medical professional or as a med student will try to comfort you like a psychiatrist and also bring in derma creams and ointments that's ij research phases and not easily accessible to the general population.

Fuyumi again, coddles you but less patronising than Rei. She does want you tell her all about it, whether if someone said something even slightly mean to you, so that she can tattle to Dabi about it and he can "deal" with the person.

Shotou is the most indifferent to it. Like there isn't much difference to how he'd react if you didn't have this mark. He's still as attention deprived as ever and he's still sticking by your side, and maybe deep down, he might even feel closer to you now that you have a portwine stain/birthmark on your face.

Dabi... well, ofcourse his first reaction is to tease you about it, relentlessly. But if youre actually super insecure about your looks, then he's also the one who's super understanding and helpful. Like he finds you crying as you look at yourself in the mirror, he just sighs and walks over before breaking the mirror and engulfing you in a hug. Probes very carefully until you confess to him that someone said something very awful to you.

He comforts you, makes you his signature marshmallow hot chocolate and then pays a visit to said bully and like.... mutilates them very badly, beyond recognition, but still keeps them alive so that they get to live through the agony and dilemma you do on the daily.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere endeavor #yandere todoroki clan

[augusgus]

therapist (m.)

Being called the Doctor does not usually include enjoying your patients' suffering. Dottore couldn't care less about this, however.

pairing: dottore x reader

tags: fear kink, male masturbation, trauma talk (trauma not specified), corruption kink, dacryphilia, power imbalance, a slight bit of dub-con, it's dottore what do you expect

a/n: I swear i'm normal about him,

Dottore wasn't one to entertain wailing or stupidity. He had much too little patience for that and he'd be the first to admit it.

So how he had ended up with the door to his study opening, revealing the next miserable idiot trotting in, went above and beyond him - something something community service something something going overboard on his last mission.

Frankly, he couldn't care less about the reasons but he was in a rather irritated mood.

He didn't bother looking up when the nuisance closed the door with a quiet thud, he had never found pleasure in feigning interest in something pesky anyway. Footsteps slowly came closer, faltering for a moment, before almost reluctantly approaching his desk where they waited.

He wasn't hurried and it was only when he had the last of his notes diligently jotted down with spidery handwriting, that he deigned to acknowledge the person in front.

Fear was something all his little patients today seemed to have in common. Fear of him, to be precise, and that shred of amusement was more or less the only thing that kept him from losing his mind amidst all the coddling he was expected to do.

You weren't any better, the distance you kept to his desk bigger than absolutely necessary as you eyed him warily. You tried to mask your scared expression and, evidently, you failed. The only difference was, the fear made you look rather... delectable.

He gave you a sharp smile. "Sit," he ordered.

There was no chair in front of his desk and you scampered to get one from the far end of the room before lowering yourself on it.

He could see you shaking when he fixed you with his gaze - not that you could see his eyes anyway, where would be the fun in that, but you certainly felt it. The icy prickling against your skin that made your hair stand on end.

"Concluding from your composure, I assume you want to leave this room just as quickly as I want to end this.. little charade of playing therapist," he drawled at last, deliberately interlacing his fingers with each other.

"I... yes, Lord Harbinger. I mean! No! I wouldn't dare-" The look of surprise on your face quickly became one of terror but Dottore simply waved you off.

Even if he couldn't deny the spark of pleasure he felt at the power he had over you.

"I assure you I'd feel more offended if you overstayed your welcome. Now, clearly you have something of immense importance that you want to share with me. Do begin."

You were silent for a moment, trying to find the words to start - and you had to understand, Dottore was really trying to be patient with you, but you were making it quite difficult for him and yourself. If he threatened to experiment on you a little, maybe to cut you open, make you ingest strange concoctions, would that make you talk faster?

As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Slowly, words left your mouth as you gathered the courage to speak your mind. Certainly, a most dramatic story. He was sure.

Not that he was listening.

But you didn't notice. It was as if a dam had broken, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. The relief to finally tell someone about everything that had taken place, even if that someone happened to be the feared Second Harbinger, it made you want to trust him with your vulnerable state.

"Hmm..." The sound was thoughtful yet non-committal as he wrote down an annotation. Pretending to be paying attention, his mind was focused on the pain in your eyes instead. The forlornness. The desperation in your voice. He felt his pants grow tight.

Usually he had himself under better control than this. But how could he be expected to not get aroused by your suffering if you were looking this pathetic. How could he be expected to keep his hand on the table instead of letting it wander down to palm himself over his bulge, if the sounds you made clearly begged him to do so?

Ah, perhaps he should make you reenact your trauma with the false promise that he'd treat you, make you associate the feeling of hurt with him. Have him be the cause of your tears and then make you watch him jerk off to your sobbing. That would most certainly prove to be very delightful.

You were still talking, opening your poor little heart, painfully oblivious to the groan that caught in Dottore's throat when his gloved fingers finally wrapped around his cock. He was hard already, precum staining the dark fabric.

Oh, how would you react if he'd lean over the table right now, grab you by the neck and make you kiss him. Have your tears and spit smear over your face as he'd bite down on your lip and suck your tongue into his mouth. Surely you'd cry even harder if he pushed you on your knees, pressing your messy cheek against his clothed bulge as he'd have you tell him all about your little fears and anxieties, caressing your hair as he'd whisper hushed promises about how he was going to play on every single one of them - because, really, how else could you ever hope to overcome weak little you - before making you beg for the honour of sucking his cock.

When he came, it was to the quivering of your lips and the quiet sobs filling the room. His expression didn't change, the arrogant smile on his face as calm as ever as he wiped the cum off his gloves, still pretending to listen to your ramblings.

When you eventually made to leave, you were weak on your legs - the emotional turmoil having taken its toll on you. A whispered "thank you" - and didn't that feel strange, thanking the very person you were once so very reluctant to encounter - before turning to make your way to the door. But Dottore waved you back.

"I'm not yet finished with my examination of your condition. Show me your tongue."

Confused, you complied, opening your mouth as he grabbed you by the chin to angle your face upwards. With his thumb he pressed down on your tongue and for a moment he felt tempted to let a glob of spit fall right down your throat, knowing that you'd have no choice but to swallow.

"Indeed, as I expected," he mused, savouring each word, "you appear to be... healthy otherwise."

He'd content himself with leaving the taste of his cum on your lips. For now.

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[nczennie]

royal library.

Pairing: Reader x Ateez's Seonghwa AU: Royalty Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (18+ scene) Preview: You turn to look at Seonghwa, "Thank you for keeping my secret," You smile at him and he returns it, quickly standing to bow, "Of course, your highness. Your secret is safe with me". Words: 10.1k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: There is only one short smut scene (unprotected, penetrative sex), mentions of dying/being killed, infidelity? depends on your thoughts; it's an arranged marriage, pregnancy.

"Do you think his highness is handsome?"

You send a quick glare to your younger sister, where she sits on your bed, through the mirror of your vanity, looking past your lady in waiting who dotes on your hair. "I don't think that matters much, Rose," you speak out with an even tone. You're not one to share your emotions or thoughts with those who work around you, traumatized from the time one of your butlers heard you talk bad about a visiting elite family. He dimed you out to your nanny and advisor and you were punished for your thoughtlessness.

"So you're telling me you wouldn't care if you had to spend the rest of your life with someone you didn't find attractive? To have to," she pauses leaning in to speak closer to you, "Make babies with him?" Despite the work being done on your hair, you can't help but snap your head in her direction, completely in shock, "Rose!" you call out, feeling your face heating up with embarrassment. The younger girl can't help but laugh at you and you apologize to the woman behind you. Trying to keep your composure, you answer her, "All I'm saying is that there is no point to wish for him to look or act a certain way because what's settled is settled and there is nothing I can do about whom I am to marry".

Rose is the youngest of your parents three children, and even though she is but a couple years younger than you, you felt she still acted as a child. You blamed it on the fact she was coddled as the baby of the family. Your older sister was married some years ago and moved to her husband's kingdom, that left the throne of your own kingdom to you. Therefore leaving little Rose with no responsibility and no worries when it came to the politics of being a princess. Unfortunately, you couldn't say the same for yourself. Today would be the day that your future husband would move into your castle. You were betrothed to the Prince, a middle child himself, from a Kingdom just inland from yours. The engagement was arranged just months after he was born, being a year younger than you. And now all these years later, he was coming and you would meet for the first time.

"You look beautiful," your sister claims taking your full attire in now that you are the only two in the room. You give her a smile as you smooth down your dress, moving back in forth to take in your appearance in front of the large mirror. "Do you really not care about the man you are to marry?" She wonders, moving to straighten the tail of your dress. Letting out a sigh, you still your movements, "I think all I can do now Rose, is hope that he is a kind and understanding man".

You're thankful that the arrival of the Prince served as an event rather than a private dinner where you were certain you would've died from the awkwardness. The was ballroom filled with your family members as well as the other elite families that served important roles in the kingdom. The King and Queen wanted to throw a proper welcoming for the Prince; a welcoming to his new home.

Though the guests mingled about the room, sipping on drinks and snacking on hor d'oeuvres, the Prince and his company have yet to join. His ship had docked safely merely hours ago, you watching on your balcony with Rose, gulping loudly at the realization the man you were to spend the rest of your life with was aboard. The Prince and his small entourage politely asked for a couple hours of rest and time to prepare for the occasion, hence the delayment of their arrival here.

Making sure to stay in the corner of the room, you steered clear or any refreshments or food, the constant twirling of your stomach becoming uncomfortable as the anticipation grew. Finally, the butler closest to the door rang a bell, "May I present, his highness, Prince Wooyoung of Twilight".

The two large doors open as the crowd fall silent, moving to allow room for the new guests. You realize you're out of place when you notice your mother sending you a look, and you hurry and take your place next to her, your father and your sister. A few of the Prince's members enter first and you grip your dress tightly on your sides, in an attempt to ground you as well as dry the sweat forming on your palms.

You suck in a breath as you finally see the Prince enter the room, decked out in a deep red suit, the crown adorning his head sporting large rubies, the color of his Kingdom. He wears a happy smile, making sure to acknowledge everyone in the room as they make their way down the aisle people formed in order to meet you. You see Rose lean over your father in order to get your attention, "He's beautiful!" She whispers just loud enough to hear as your father sends her an unimpressed look. You merely look back to the Prince, his shiny black hair almost bouncing as he nods his head to those greeting him. With a gulp you straighten your posture as the small group approaches your family. You're thankful the music has started again along with small chatter making the atmosphere more comfortable. Prince Wooyoung stands front in center smiling brightly at your family, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you all, thank you for such a warm welcome". He gives his proper bow before standing up straight again. Your father begins to talk to him, introducing himself along with the rest of you as you let your eyes linger at the group of men in front of you. After taking in the Prince once again, you look at the men standing behind him, orbs gazing across them. However, once you see the man standing behind his right shoulder, you can't help but do a double take.

He stands slightly taller than the Prince, posture and gaze amazing as if he were royalty himself. You can't force your gaze away from him, studying his strong nose and full lips. He's beautiful, you think.

"And may I introduce my daughters," your attention is drawn back as your father introduces Rose and you to the Prince. Prince Wooyoung moves forward to take Rose's hand into his, giving it a small peck, you try to hide your smirk at how flustered she gets before the Prince moves to you. He does the same formality to you, warm hand taking in your own as he brings it up to his lips. His warm eyes stay on yours as he retreats, giving you a knowing look and small smile. This is it, his look says, this is the first moment of the rest of our lives.

You begin to feel slightly emotional and overwhelmed at the whole ordeal and you have to blink several times to contain any tears that try to surface, gluing your eyes to the floor to hide from anyone who may see. "May I introduce those who came with me from Twilight," the Prince says cheerfully. He introduces a few of his trusted guards, along with his personal butler before getting to the man you were captivated by earlier. "This is my advisor, Mr. Park Seonghwa". You find your gaze lifting once again to follow this Seonghwa as he steps forward to greet your family. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he speaks with a polite smile, eyes roaming along the line of you all before his gaze stops on you before bowing. You wonder if anyone could tell your cheeks have turned pink as your eyes locked, his dark eyes sending butterflies to your stomach.

Once the introductions were done, your mother steps forward clasping her hands, "Well then, you all must be famished from your journey. Shall we head to the dining room?" The Prince smiles brightly, hand coming to rest on his stomach, "I couldn't think of a better idea myself". She smiles at him as well as those around him, "Welcome home".

The past week since Prince Wooyoung came has been extremely busy, nearly everyday filled with schedules with the newly arrivals from the kingdom of Twilight. Showing them around the castle, the kingdom, introducing them to many people. Though it was the middle of winter now, your wedding was not set to take place till autumn; near the harvest moon for luck. However, both royal families agreed it was best for the Prince to move into your castle prior to the wedding. He was going to be the next King of your kingdom and they wanted to make sure he was fit for the job before it was sprung on him. He seemed good to you, not stern or self absorbed. He easily got along to everyone he was introduced to. Even the people in the village adoring him as his came into town to introduce himself and learn more about the people he is to rule soon. Prince Wooyoung was attentive to what he was learning about your home, he asked questions and took in every detail he could. Both of your parents have already told you how pleased they were at what an amazing Prince and person he was.

Though the week was busy following the Prince around, you have still yet to be alone with him. Not that you minded too much, though you would like to get to know him better before you were eventually wed, you rather get to know him at your own pace. That way, you could at least control one thing about your relationship.

It was finally the weekend and you have already decided to stay up later than usual this Saturday night. You were exhausted from the prior week but there was one thing you missed; your alone time. The only time you got to yourself was when you were in bed so you missed your occasional outings to the library just across from your room.

This library was not the main one in the castle, it was just a small library on the floor you reside on, meant to only be used by those sleeping on this level. But that meant most of the time it was only you and your sister Rose. Not that you found it trivial, for you loved the nights most where you snuck out of bed at night, moving across the hallway to take solstice in the small library, lighting the fire and enjoying a book in the peace and quiet with only yourself. As a princess, it was not often that you could be alone. Ladies in waiting, guards, or advisors following your every move for your safety, so they said. So you made sure everyone thought you were asleep before you made your trip.

You pulled your robe tighter around your nightgown, sneakily checking the hallway before deciding it was clear. Carrying your candle, you scurry to the door across from your own, making sure to open and close it as quietly as possible. Releasing your breath once you figure your safe, you set the candle down, moving to the fireplace to light a bigger source of light. Finding the latest book you were reading last time you were in the library, you make yourself comfortable on the small couch in front of the flames. The fire to your left providing just enough brightness for you to read your book.

It couldn't have been longer than 10 minutes before you hear the handle of the library door start to turn. You freeze in your spot before standing abruptly, heart pounding as you will yourself to think of an excuse as to why were out of your room unannounced and hiding away in here. You gulp as the door finally opens, but rather than a guard or butler entering the room like you expected, your brows furrow as you take in Park Seonghwa, Prince Wooyoung's advisor. You're unsure if this should make you less or more worried than you were before. He shuts the door quietly as you had before, turning around and finally taking notice of you behind him. At the sight of you he lets out a small shout of surprise, stumbling the piles of papers in his arms.

You're more overcome by the need for him to be quiet than being embarrassed of him seeing you, "Shh!" You hush him loudly, dropping your book and moving forward to him, showing him your finger pressed against your lips. "Please," you talk quietly to him, "I'd prefer if no one knew I was in here". Seonghwa nods, taking a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down. He swallows, taking you in before quickly averting his gaze to the floor, "I apologize, your highness". You look down and remember your only wearing your nightly attire, not exactly appropriate for anyone to see the princess in. You quickly tighten your robe even further and cross your arms to cover yourself even more as the man in front of you continues to talk. "The butler informed me I could work in this library rather than walking to the main one since my residence is on this floor. I had no idea you would also be in here, please excuse me".

You gather he intends to leave, but you see no need for that, worried if they see him leave so soon after entering they might figure someone else in in here and find you out. "Please, don't apologize. I like to come here some nights and read but I keep it a secret as I would enjoy some alone time once in a while. Please, make yourself comfortable for your work, I would just appreciate it if you didn't mention to anyone you saw me here". Seonghwa nods, hesitantly looking at you before he bows, "Thank you, your highness". You give him a smile as he moves to the desk in the room, situated across from the couch. Leaning down, you pick up the book you had dropped before, fingering through in an attempt to find your page. "I won't be long, I'll just finish this chapter and leave you to your work". You sit back on the couch, sitting up straight and proper unlike before.

From the table across from you, Seonghwa shakes his head, "No, please don't feel the need to rush. You were here first, I just needed a space to get these letters done". He organizes the papers on the table before sitting down himself in his chair. The atmosphere falls quiet, and even though it isn't awkward, you find yourself unable to concentrate on your book; eyes frequently moving to take in the concentrated look on the boy in front of you.

A sudden flash of lightning shone through the windows above, an echo of thunder following shortly after. Seonghwa looks up at you in surprise by the sudden weather change, the sound of heavy rain can be heard throughout the castle. You give him a small smile, "Winter is our rainy season here". He nods, seemingly coming to understand. He looks back down at his paper but continues the conversation, "Does it ever snow?". "Never," you speak, closing your book and setting it beside you, "There isn't much high elevation here, plus we're surrounded by water so the environment doesn't make for very cold temperatures". Seonghwa looks up at you once more, "Aurora must have beautiful summers then," he speaks of your kingdom. You smile proudly, "Summers are amazing, all because of all the beaches of course. It may get hot but the breeze from the sea makes it bearable and the water from the ocean is refreshing to swim in". He smiles back at you, "I can't wait to experience it then".

He starts writing once again, but you purse your lips, not wanting the conversation to end. You speak up once more, "I've never seen snow before". Seonghwa looks up in shock, "Never?". You shake your head, "I've only left Aurora once, for my sisters wedding. But it took place in spring". Seonghwa hums pausing as if contemplating if he should continue speaking or not. "I can't imagine only being in one place forever," he finally says.

This only intrigues you, "Do you like to travel?" He smiles, "I love it actually, well when I got to I did." You nod at him to continue, "I'm from a small town where my family owned a orchard. We would often travel to different towns and villages to sell our harvest. But I ended up studying at a university in Twilight and I got my job as Prince Wooyoung's advisor," he moves to gesture towards the paperwork in front of him. You smile gently at him, "I wish to travel one day too". "I'm sure Prince Wooyoung will take you one day, to see Twilight at the very least".

You find your smile falling, but look to the fire to try to hide it from the dark eyes looking at you. Seonghwa clears his throat at the silence, "Are we to expect you at brunch tomorrow". Sighing, you use it as a chance to take your leave, "Yes, I will be there. Speaking of the occasion, I should probably see myself to bed". You stand, careful of your robe placement, moving to grab your candle from before. You turn to look at Seonghwa, "Thank you for keeping my secret," You smile at him and he returns it, quickly standing to bow, "Of course, your highness. Your secret is safe with me".

It's but a week later where you found yourself in the same predicament. Although this time you found yourself more prepared. You made sure to throw on a sweater on top of your gown and robe to appear more modest; it was already unheard of for a princess to be alone with a man before marriage unsupervised, but to be alone and merely wearing your nightly attire? You imagine it wouldn't go well for you.

So although this Saturday night you weren't expecting anything, perhaps a bit hopeful, you dressed more modestly, even making sure to brush through your hair before you ventured across in secret. Just in case a certain advisor happened to appear again. When the door to the library opened, you stood once more but only slightly less nervous about who was to come. Seonghwa also seemed more prepared as when he entered he gave you a smile and a bow rather than shouting in surprise, "Correspondence," he explains gesturing to the papers in his hands.

You both fall into a comfortable silence, Seonghwa writing away while you continue reading your book. However, you found that once you finished the book in your lap you had no desire to leave quite yet. Pondering, you try your best of ways to spark up conversation with the man sitting at the desk. Not sure why you're feeling the desperate need to speak with him once again. "How is Prince Wooyoung's company?" You finally find yourself asking. Seonghwa looks up from his paperwork, "Your highness?" He asks, not understanding your question. You feel your cheeks growing red, "Sorry, I just mean," You pause looking to rephrase your question, "Is the Prince a kind man?" Seonghwa's eyes seem to light up with understanding, putting his pen down to answer you. "Of course he is, I can promise you that". He cracks a smile as he recalls a memory, choosing to tell you about all the great times he's had with the Prince since getting his job. You listen with an adoring smile on your face, it was clear he found a friend in Prince Wooyoung.

"But anyways," he catches his rambling, "If I could tell you one thing, I think if you were in a position where you were unable to choose who you were to marry, to be able to marry Prince Wooyoung is truly lucky. Wooyoung is hard not to love". He concludes, and although it was meant to reassure you, you suddenly feel blue. "I suppose," you speak, "But there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone".

Seonghwa's smile falls and your gut turns at your confession. Having just confessed to the Prince's advisor a reluctance to marry could've just been a detrimental mistake. What he will do with this information you're unsure but you know it could very well be bad for you. "I'm sorry," Seonghwa speaks in a quiet voice, his larges eyes looking somewhat sad as he takes you in. Unsure of what to do next, you give him a quick nod before announcing your leave.

"Princess," he calls just as you reach the door to the library, "Your secret's safe with me".

You're surprised when Wednesday after breakfast it was announced that Prince Wooyoung requested you to join him for a walk around the gardens. It was the first day in a while the sun was beaming in the sky rather than greyness and rain. Though feeling a bit nervous, you join the Prince at the entrance of the rose garden maze, several guards keeping an eye on you both just a few steps behind. "Thank you for joining me," He speaks with a charming smile, bowing once you make your way over to him. "It's my pleasure," You return the smile and proper greeting as you both step into the path.

"Despite being winter, the roses are still so vibrant" the Prince observes as you walk slowly along the stone path. Smiling you reply, "Our winters are rather warm compared to most places. Even still, once it becomes spring you will seen how truly beautiful the flowers will bloom". He turns to smile at you before gulping, "I apologize for not making more of an effort to spend time with you, Princess. I knew becoming King would make me a busy man but I had no idea it would start as soon as I stepped off the ship". He lets out a nervous chuckle and huffs out a laugh as well, "I understand, your highness. They have thrust a lot of responsibility on you right away. I can only hope you are still enjoying Aurora".

"Oh, I am. It's beautiful here and everyone has been so kind to me. But my advisor was right, Seonghwa mentioned to me I should make more time to spend with you. We are to be married and I want us to be comfortable". You try not to visibly stiffen at the mention of Seonghwa bringing the idea up. He clearly felt the need to tell the Prince after what you had confessed to him in the library. "We have plenty of time before the wedding, Prince Wooyoung. I have no worries about that, but either way I am glad we get to enjoy this sunny day together". You give him a smile, desperate to reassure him.

The next Saturday rolls around, and the next, and the next. Saturday nights reading and working turned into Saturday nights socializing and joking with the Prince's advisor. And before you know it, Saturday meetings with Seonghwa also become Friday and Sunday meetings as well. Spending the weekend with Seonghwa has become the highlight of your week and yet at the same time you find yourself getting worried.

Rather than being immersed in your books like before he came along, now you are often sharing long conversations with the boy across from you or merely staring at him as discreet as possible if he works. Over the past weeks, your conversations are no longer only pleasantry. You talk to Seonghwa, truly talk to him about real things that you think and feel, and he listens. He listens and he makes you feel heard and understood, as if you're not just a Princess but a person, a friend of his. You enjoy the nights most when he tells you of his travels with his family, speaking of all different villages and kingdoms for you to imagine. You're a fool if you didn't notice the lingering stares and bashful smiles you both exchange, but there wasn't much you could do. Instead, you have chosen to merely pick from the romance section when you do read, blushing when you imagine the leads as you and Seonghwa.

You know it's wrong to grow such feelings for him, especially when you have to be married in the autumn, but you can't help it. You've found a friend in Seonghwa, someone to confide in and trust. You enjoy his company more than you ever thought possible and every meeting you both have, even more romantic feelings bubble up despite yourself.

Spring has come to Aurora and although the rain has lessened, there are still storms that bring rain and thunder. Tonight was one of those storms, although your Kingdom has just celebrated the coming of Spring with a major festival all day, now the festivities were over the night sky is blanketed with grey clouds and lightning. You don't mind, in fact you probably prefer it as you listen to the sound of the storm from within the library as you read your book next to the fire. To say you're reading though may be misleading as you actually hold a book in your lap as you listen to Seonghwa excitedly tell you his experience at the Spring festival. As he has no work to be done tonight, rather than sitting as the desk as usual, he chose to sit next to you on the couch. Keeping a respectable distance of course, but closer than you had ever been nonetheless.

You stare at the boy as he tells you his stories, seeing him up close like his makes your heart pound and you decide he is the most beautiful person you've ever seen. Noticing he stops talking and is looking back at you, you become self conscious, "Sorry?" you ask. He lets out a nervous chuckle, "I just said I apologize for boring you with my stories". Your eyes widen, almost panicked, "No! Oh, gosh, of course you haven't bored me. Please forgive me for making you think that. I just,I-"

You start to stumble as you try to weigh the pros and cons of what could come out of your mouth, yet your judgement is clouded with Seonghwa beside you, "I was just a bit distracted because I've realized how beautiful you really are up close".

His eyes widen in shock before he looks down, and you stutter to think again, "Not that I didn't think you were beautiful before. I always did, now you're just close and-" You stop yourself with a sigh as you notice the redness making its way up his neck but yet can't seem to regret telling him, even if you did sound foolish. Finally he reaches your eyes once again, "You are very beautiful too, your highness". You let out a small laugh as you avert your eyes, can't help but feeling a bit of a sting at his comment as if he has to agree with you because you a Princess. A second passes before he moves beside you on the couch, but rather than get up and take his leave as you thought he would, he moves closer to you, close enough that his arm brushes flush against yours. You freeze as the warmth of him, "What are you reading?" You're unable to face him as you answer, briefly describing the romance book on your lap. "Perhaps you can read to me for a bit".

Slowly letting your eyes meet him, having to gaze up because of how close he is, he gives you a smile to reassure you. You clear your throat before moving to start reading near the beginning of the book where left off.

You read through a couple of pages before you feel Seonghwa start to move beside you. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he places one his hands gently on your chin, moving your head upwards to meet his gaze, eyes meeting his round ones. His hand is warm and soft as it lingers, moving from your chin to cup your jaw. "I apologize for what I'm about to do," he states whispering, "Please forgive me". You avert your gaze, head feeling slightly dizzy as you try your best to process what he is telling you. Before you get a chance to answer, he leans forward to gently press his lips against yours. The lips you were staring at so intently before were now pressed against your own. The softness of them makes your eyes flutter closed, hands dropping the book closed as they reach to hold Seonghwa instead, afraid he will slip away if you don't. You both become lost as you kiss, not recalling who are or what duties you have, merely enjoying the taste of each other, lulled by the sound of the storm outside.

The next night you become fearful that Seonghwa will not return to the library, especially because of what happened before. You sit nervously on the same couch, not even bothering to open your book as you look blankly at the empty desk across from you. You knew what had happened had been a mistake, yet you didn't regret it at all. But did he?

You could only guess he had as the night drew later and he had yet to make an appearance. Feeling defeated, you let out a sigh rising to put out the fire and return to your room. You knew it was risky from the start, even just being alone with him in the room doing nothing but reading and working would get you both in trouble. Now though, having crossed the line and made your romantic feelings known for each other was even worse. Perhaps this caught up with Seonghwa and he was too guilty or scared to meet you tonight. But as you move, you hear the door slowly open, you turn quickly, a smile rising on your lips as Seonghwa quietly moves through the door, "You came". As he moves closer to you, you can sense your excited sentiment in not returned. You look on confused as he gives you a quick bow, "I apologize, your highness. What happened last night was unacceptable. Please, I beg of you to excuse my behavior". Your eyebrows furrow as he refuses to meet your gaze. "Did you tell someone?" you whisper out, figuring it was the only explanation for his change of behavior. Seonghwa finally meets your eyes, looking panicked, "No! Of course I would never," knowing it wouldn't end well for either of you.

You take him in again, feeling confused as ever, "Do you regret it?" He gulps, eyes wandering over your face, "I wish I did".

At his reply you found yourself walking towards him, "Then why?" You don't phrase a real question but you know he understands when moves his gaze to the floor, "It's inappropriate, Princess. You are to be married, to Prince Wooyoung, he is my Prince, he is my dear friend". Irritation bubbles up in your chest, "The Prince is not my lover, Seonghwa. He is a kind man whom I am to marry at some point but I have no romantic feelings for him". "It is not fair for me to hide my true feelings for another because of a man I was chosen to marry before I could even talk! The Prince is not the one who I want to spend my time with, he is not the one I confide in, he is not the one I want to kiss."

Whereas Seonghwa was studying your face before, he now looks down painfully at your confession, "Please don't do this to me". You feel your lips wobble as you try your best to resist the tears in your eyes, "If you decide to leave now and never come to meet me again, that is fine. But please, don't do it because who I am or my obligations. However, if you do not share the same sentiments as me, and wish to leave, I will not object". You manage to get out despite your shaky voice.

The library is silent except for the crackling of the fire as you wait for Seonghwa's decision. You nearly cry of relief when he takes steps towards you, moving forward to grasp your face in his hands, thumb moving to swipe at a tear that had fallen. He doesn't speak, merely moving forward to connect your lips much like they were the prior night. He finally separates, but keeps your foreheads connected. "It can be a secret," you finally whisper out, causing him to let out a huffed laughed. He smiles at the ground before moving to kiss you once more, "Your secret is safe with me".

You've decided time moves much too fast for your liking when it's already the beginning of summer. Weekend nights with Seonghwa don't feel like nearly enough and you have both resorted to meeting on some week nights as well. Much like tonight, a Thursday night, but you both grew inpatient having not seen each other all week due to the whole castle being busy with preparations for the summer festival.

You lay on your back now, Seonghwa hovering over you as you're both on the floor next to the fire. The blankets you both lay on are not particularly thick but they provide enough comfort for you both to revel in your kisses. Nearly every one of your meetings somehow ended like this, passionate kisses and roaming hands next to the fireplace. Perhaps it was the growing amount of scenes in the romance novels you've been reading, but lately you have been feeling as though these kisses and groping were not enough.

That's why you break away from the kiss, taking a breath before speaking out to Seonghwa, "I want you". He pushes off of you even more, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Pardon?" You sigh, moving to sit up, forcing him to do the same as he rests on his heels. Your robe has fallen off your shoulders but you don't attempt to fix it. "I want you, Seonghwa". You tell him again more firmly.

He gulps, tongue peeking out to wet his lips before he runs his hand through his black hair. "If you're insinuating what I think you are, Princess, then you know we can't". You can't help but frown, "I told you not to call me that". You both decided months ago you were much more comfortable with him merely referring to you by your actual name. "And why not? We're already doing this, are we not? What is having sex going to do at this point?" You continue as Seonghwa groans, closing his eyes. In reality you know it's a bad idea, Princess' are expected to remain untouched until the night of the wedding. If anyone were to find out you weren't a virgin, you would suffer greatly. But now, in the heat of the moment with Seonghwa, you found any risk worth taking.

Seonghwa sighs out your name, "You know that's a extremely bad idea, no matter how bad we might want it. There are too many things that can go wrong". He reaches to run his hand up your arm, attempting to comfort you. "Have you had sex before". You blurt out, he seems alarmed, eyes widened as his hand freezes on you. "Well, I-" he clears his throat, "Yes, I have". You nod at him, "With multiple people?" your question makes his eyebrows furrow, not being able to tell if he was walking into a trap. "There's been a couple of people, I don't really know why-" But you cut him off before he can finish. "I'm expected to marry a man and only ever sleep with him for the rest of my life. I'm expected to do this with a man who has been chosen for me because of our status. I'm not ever expected to share myself with someone I love? Why is that fair for me?" You realize you sound desperate but you feel overwhelmed with your feelings for Seonghwa and the realization what you have now won't be forever.

"It's not fair," He agrees, moving to adjust your robe over your shoulder. You look at him sadly, "I want to make love with someone I love, Seonghwa. I don't want the only sex in my life to be used just to make an hier. I want to feel wanted as a lover, not just as a wife". You sigh as you recall the passion in all of your novels, afraid you may never get to experience it. How was that fair when the man you love was right in front of you, sitting there so prettily and being the one you truly wanted to experience everything with. "I just want this one thing, even if it's just once". Your voice is a whisper at this point. "I love you, and I want to experience this love with you. I know it's not right, but there is nothing I want more in my life than to experience this with you".

"I love you too," Seonghwa states, "More than anything". At his confession you fear he will reject you, but you are pleasantly surprised when he moves forward once more to kiss you.

He lays you on your back once again, but this time you can tell he has a motive. You spend hours and hours that night by the fire, feeling loved by Seonghwa in ways no one has done before, in ways you're sure no one will ever be able to do again.

You sit next to your sister, Rose the next morning at breakfast. Prince Wooyoung is across from you and a couple of performers also joining you for breakfast. The Prince invited them as they have traveled far for the summer festival tomorrow. Seonghwa stands near the window, speaking intently with your own advisor but you find yourself smiling at the company at your table. Prince Wooyoung is loud and his laugh is contagious as the entertainers tell a story of their travels. You and Rose share a smile and you can't help but giggle at the Prince.

Ever since his arrival in winter, you have yet to spend but a handful of times alone with him, but it's times like this where you see that Seonghwa was right. Prince Wooyoung is hard not to love. But as you cast a glance at Seonghwa behind him, you knew you would never be in love with him.

You should've known from that fateful night that once would never be enough. Telling Seonghwa that you had just needed him once had ended up being a lie. It's been weeks since then and yet still every secret meeting you had with him ended with you underneath him, or him underneath you; you weren't very picky.

Just like now, it was well past midnight on a Friday night and despite everyone in the castle thinking you were asleep, you were in the library, next to the fireplace as you rode Seonghwa who lay under you. The first night you shared with Seonghwa, he had been so careful and gentle, making you feel protected and loved. But since that night, he has taught you many things. What it's like to be on cloud 9, making you feel pleasure you never thought possible in unthinkable ways. He taught you how to give pleasure too, how to make one that you love fall apart so beautifully it makes you feel powerful.

That's how you feel tonight; powerful. You braced yourself with your hands on your lover's bare chest, watching the black haired boy intently as his mouth falls open at the new found pleasure. You have been working diligently, attempting to find the right hip movement as you rode his cock to make him feel that best he could. Especially when he had made you come twice beforehand merely using his tongue. A deep whine escapes his lips as you ground your hips down in a circular manner. You stare at his lips unable to resist them, particularly when such pretty noises are falling off of them. Not stopping your movements, you lean down to capture them with your own. You kiss him deeply and quite sloppily as you are both focused on the pleasure, tongues clashing leisurely. "You sound so pretty for me," you murmur against his mouth. Whereas you had at first been shy when it came to things like these, Seonghwa's sweet and dirty words that fell off his tongue had started to rub off on you. If he could compliment you so prettily while you fell apart for him, it only made sense for you to do the same when the tables were turned.

Seonghwa's hands move up your thighs, rounding to grasp your ass firmly, using it as a grip to help you move along him in a manner he pleased. You could tell he was close when he broke from your kiss, head tossing backwards and his eyes closed tightly, ultimately consumed with pleasure. You feel motivated to bring him to an end, as it was your favorite thing to see. You move your hips quicker, hands roaming up and down his damp chest and abdomen, but always keeping your eyes on his face. He comes with a moan of your name and his body tenses, hands moving to grip your hips tightly and eventually stop you from moving any further on his stimulated cock. "Fuck," he mumbles out and moves his hands up your back to bring you down to his chest. You move to press kisses along his neck as you lay flush against him, his chest moving heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. You playfully bite his neck, "Are you okay?". He chuckles, hand running down your hair, "I'm perfect, my love. How about you? Do you need my help again?" He's considerate as always but you feel fulfilled from earlier and just watching him, "No, I'm quite perfect as well". He hums arms coming around to tighten you in a hug.

You eventually move off of him and cuddle into his side, the blankets and fire providing warmth despite the lack of clothing you both had. You keep your eyes closed, but you often find yourself close to tears after intimate moments with Seonghwa. As if the reality of it all sets in and drags you down. As summer wore on you knew your time with Seonghwa would be coming to an end. You would have to fulfill your duty as Princess of Aurora and marry the Prince they deemed fit to be the next King. You would have to live a life in a loveless marriage and forever knowing your true love was just out of reach.

Sometimes in quiet moments like these, pressed up against Seonghwa and he hold you against him, you find yourself praying. Praying for time to stop, for it to be summer forever, where you could be with Seonghwa forever in this library without a care in the world. For your secret to stay a secret.

Your sister Rose as fallen ill the past couple of days and has, despite her protests, been made to rest. There were a few castle workers who experienced the same symptoms as well. It wasn't uncommon, especially during this time where the change from summer to fall would be coming soon and now the mornings and nights were much cooler than the warm days. The drastic change in weather throughout one day can cause anyone to catch a cold, just like Rose. After seeing Rose, the family physician made his way to check on your parents, and then you. While he was here, he would now try to prevent any sickness, prescribing warms soups and teas and avoiding early morning walks without a coat.

You sit in silence as he finishes up your examination. He was usually a pleasant and talkative man, using jokes to distract from any uncomfortableness, but he had fallen silent as you told him about your symptoms. Letting him know it didn't sound like the same cold Rose had, but you still felt quite ill some days. He examined you longer than usual and it made you uneasy with the feeling you were much more ill than the others in the castle.

He finally finishes with a sigh, moving to remove his gloves and wash his hands in the basin. You sit up, fixing your dress as you wait for any type of explanation. "Well, your highness, since the wedding is only about a month away, I feel no reason to let anyone else know".

The physician turns to you with a kind smile, drying his hands. "I'm sorry?" you ask, confused as to what he was talking about. He comes closer, talking in a quiet voice as to not let anyone else hear, "You're with child, your highness. Congratulations". At his words you're almost certain you misheard him, but you were too frightened to ask him to repeat it. Your mind runs crazy and your ears start to rings. The physician must've been able to tell your panic as he moves to steady you where you sit. "There is no need to worry, I certainly won't tell anyone. The wedding will be soon and from my examination you're not too far along so you won't be showing in the dress. After the ceremony I will check you again and it will be like finding out for the first time".

You know he's trying to reassure you, but he doesn't know your true situation. He doesn't know what you risked to be with the man you love and now it has come back to bite you. You start to cry at the realization of what you've done, the consequences were to be extreme and you weren't even sure what to do at this point. The kind physician moves to grab a clean handkerchief to dry your tears, "There, there. I know it's not ideal but with the Prince moving into the castle some time ago something like this is just natural".

You wait in the library the next night after not leaving your bed since finding out the news. It was easy to say you were feeling unwell from a cold just like Rose and the others, when in reality you were so overcome with stress you didn't know what to do. It felt obvious that your first step should be telling Seonghwa the mess you were in, but being honest even doing that made you anxious. You've dragged him into this and at this point everything seemed like your fault.

Seonghwa enters the room quietly and sees you sitting on the sofa facing the fire, he finds himself smiling. "Hello, love," he says to draw your attention. "I heard you caught a cold, are you feeling alright?"

He moves to join you on the couch and rubs over your hair as if to comfort you. But when he hears you sniffle he grows worried, gently moving your head to face him. His eyes widen as he takes in your state, eyes red and still leaking tears, nose running, and everything on your face feels swollen from the nonstop crying you've been doing. "What is it?", he states, swallowing in an attempt to hide his panic, "Are you feeling unwell?" Having him here next to you feels as though reality has actually set in and you find yourself letting out a sob before you can even tell what what's going on. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Seonghwa". Your words only worry him more and he takes you face in his hands, eyes roaming you as if he were to find the answer there. "Please, my love, you have to talk to me. What's wrong? What are you sorry for?"

You try your best to calm your breathing, hiccuping in an attempt to stop your tears but you finally are able to get your words out as Seonghwa waits patiently. "I saw the physician yesterday, it was supposed to be a normal checkup, for the colds going around". You get out, breath still occasionally getting caught in your throat. He gulps at the mention of this, automatically fearing the worst, you must be extremely unwell. "He told me," you continue, letting out another soft cry and averting your eyes, "He told me I was with child. I'm pregnant Seonghwa".

You can't see him, as you've closed your eyes, too afraid to see his reaction, but you can tell he's tensed from the way his hands froze on you. You're crying hard again to the point you feel nauseous and you're seconds away from moving to find a bin to empty your stomach into. But Seonghwa move to hold you, arms circling around you like they have so many times before. So many times have you felt protected by his warm embrace, but you doubt anything could protect you now. "It's going to be okay," He whispers out as he tucks you into him, but the comment only makes you angry. "No, it's not," you argue back but don't have the strength to move from his arms. "How can anything be okay, I'm to get married in a month and I'm pregnant. They're going to find out and they're going to kill us. All of us, me, you, the baby." You're rambling now but this is the first time you were able to voice your worried aloud. Seonghwa closes his eyes and rests his head against yours. He wants nothing more than to comfort you in your state but he doesn't know what to say. He knew from the start this situation was dangerous but he didn't ever think it would come to this point.

"It's all my fault, we should've never done this. You tried to warn me but I didn't listen to you. I was so selfish and now look what's happened". Your voice is weaker now, so exhausted from the endless crying and your head is pounding. Seonghwa's voice is shaky but you don't even notice in your state, "Don't say that. You know we both had a part in this, if anything, I was the selfish one. Thinking I would be able to love a Princess". You quickly turn your head up to look at him, noticing now tears brimmed in his own eyes as well. "Don't," you say, "You are more than worthy to love anyone you want. I'm just lucky that I was the one to receive your love". He gives you a small smile, hand moving your hair so he could properly see your face. "It'll always be you," he says your name, "Who will recieve my love". It's small, but the comment makes you feel a hint of happiness in what seems like a dark and hopeless situation.

You move to place a soft kiss on his lips before falling into his arms again. You both lay there for hours in silence, merely listening to the fire and trying not to think of the reality you're in just for a minute. "I'll figure something out," Seonghwa finally voices, "Just rest until you feel better and trust me".

It's a week later when Seonghwa asked to meet you in the library again. You've mostly rested all week, still acting as though the cold as weakened you and no one suspected a thing. You longue on the couch, hands fidgeting with your dress as you await your lover. Some time later the door finally opens and you smile as you face the opening. However, once you see who enters, it immediately drops and you rise quickly to your feet.

You gulp as he makes his way into the room taking a few steps forward. Finally you move to bow, "Your highness," you get out trying your best not to sound nervous. What he is doing here you're unsure of but your stomach twists with the thought that Seonghwa could also enter at any second. Had he found you two out? Had someone finally noticed you both meeting in the library?

Prince Wooyoung returns your greeting with a small smile. He walks past you to stand in front of the fire, moving his hands out to feel the warmth. You still haven't moved from where you stood, too stunned to comprehend what was happening. "You know," he finally speaks, but keeps his back towards you, "I'd like to think of myself as a kind and understanding man". "So when the physician finished my check up by congratulating me because my hier was already conceived, I merely thanked him and made him swore to not tell a soul".

Your breath hitches and you move to steady yourself against the desk. So Prince Wooyoung had found out, you're not sure you could blame the physician as he probably assumed you had already told the Prince. Your heart pounds as you watching Wooyoung who stares into the fire, moving to place his hands in his pockets. This was it, you thought, the Prince now knew the truth and your fate was in his hands, but perhaps there was still a chance you could save Seonghwa.

"I was so shocked when he told me, a little sad too I must confess," he lets out a small chuckle. "So when Seonghwa and I met afterwards I couldn't help but confide in him". Your eyes closed in defeat at the news. "I told him how sorry I was that you must have a lover. Not that I can blame you, we barely know each other and are expected to marry. Trust me, I know how rough it is. I felt bad for you, truly." He looks almost dazed as he continues to gaze into the flames with an unreadable expression. "I told him, Seonghwa, that there was no need to worry anyone though. I would keep a secret. I wouldn't mind raising the baby as if it was my own. I don't know if that would make everyone happy, but I figured that's what would keep everyone safe". You can't help the tears that come to your eyes as he continues his story, you have never felt guilt once in all the time you spent with Seonghwa. But as Wooyoung speaks to you know, you can't help but think how you both have hurt him. The Prince was never unkind, in fact you quite enjoyed his company when you did have it. But nevertheless, you knew Wooyoung would never truly be your lover.

"It was at this point that Seonghwa started crying. I was so shocked, never in all the years I've known him have I seen him cry. I was confused, I kept telling him it was okay, you didn't mean to hurt me. That's why I thought he was crying of course". Watching him with tearful eyes, you curse that you can't tell what he's really thinking. "But then he starts to apologize, and I'm even more confused! I have to get him to calm down before he could actually tell me what was wrong," he chuckles a bit. "I'm in love with her," he sighs, "That's what he says. I don't believe him at first of course. But when I stay silent he continues on and on. Explaining how much he loves you and how sorry he was so betraying me".

He finally moves to sit on the couch, running a hand over his face. "I was angry at first, naturally I think. I couldn't understand my Seonghwa falling for my bride to be. But I took a second and really thought. I know Seonghwa, he's my best friend." Your eyes roam over his face and you notice how tired he looks. "He would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, I know that. If you both fell in love then it was not spiteful. I suppose you both feel guilty about the whole thing. Not that we were ever lovers ourselves, we probably never would be, right?" His mouth quirks as he finally looks to meet your gaze. You stay silent and still, not knowing what to do. The Prince sighs once again, "Seonghwa would to anything for me, I know that. He offered to leave, to allow him to say goodbye to you and leave Aurora for good in order to sort this out". A tear makes its way down your cheek at the idea. Is that where he had gone? Had the Prince made him leave without a goodbye? "But one thing you might not know about me, is that I would also do anything for Seonghwa". You try your best to look into his eyes despite being blocked by tears. "So that's why I came here to tell you to leave".

There's a moment of silence as you try to comprehend what he says. "Excuse me?" you finally get out, your voice sounding hoarse. Wooyoung moves to stand, "Seonghwa is waiting for you, you will both go to the dock and take the passenger ship that leaves for inland in a couple of hours". Your eyebrows furrow and you feel dazed, "I can't, I can't leave my Kingdom. My sister, Rose what will she think?" You start to think of all you would leave behind. Wooyoung purses his lips, "Well I suppose you can stay, but I assume you know what that would entail." Marriage, you thought, marriage to the Prince and no Seonghwa. "But how can I leave? What will everyone think?" You couldn't quite comprehend the logistics of this so-called plan they thought out. "You've been sick, right?" He asks even though he knows the answer, you nod. "Well you've been sick enough so that the doctor suggested you move inland for sometime. Somewhere away from the sea, away from the humidity. We'll tell everyone the wedding is postponed, your health took a turn in the night and you had no choice but to board the ship". You look at him worried, could this really work? "Don't worry, the physician will be in on it too. Once you're settled you can write your family, Seonghwa will make sure of it. As for the future, we're unsure, but this is a plan to keep you both together for now".

You can't help but start to sob, hands coming up to cover your face. Wooyoung hesitates, but moves to embrace you. "I'm so sorry," you state, "You're doing so much for us despite what we did to you". He moves to hold you away from him, "Don't, don't apologize for falling in love. Just promise me you'll look after him, yeah?" He asks with a smile and you sniffle and nod, "Always. I'm so thankful for you, I wish there was a way I could repay you for your kindness". He chuckles moving away after give your shoulders a squeeze, "Well if you wanted to name your baby after me, I wouldn't complain". You let out a giggle as you wipe your tears. "Now go on and pack, not much though, you don't have much time before you need to leave and you both have to get there without being seen too much".

You nod, moving quickly to press a kiss to his cheek, "Seonghwa was right about you".

You look out over the ocean, the black abyss under the night sky. The stars acting as the only source of light as the ship moves quietly across the waves. Seonghwa comes up behind you, placing a blanket over your shoulders and a kiss to your cheek. "We should head to our quarters soon". You nod, turning to smile at him, "I just can't believe this is really happening". He smiles back at you, moving forward to give you a kiss and places a hand gently on your stomach, "I would do anything for you".

It was a whirlwind of a night, of a week, of a year that has led you to this moment but you don't think there could be a more perfect ending. What the future had in store for you all now you were unsure, but with Seonghwa by your side you were sure you would be able to risk everything and anything.

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[maxislvt]

Hi, I love your work!

Could I request a fic where Dark!Wanda asks reader to marry her and reader says no?

Thank you!

warnings: kidnapping, implied smut at the end

this is defo inspired by @natsarrownecklace and @mywitchy-assassin and their princess Wanda fics in a way so if you like this stuff please go check out what they have !!

When you were growing up, your parents made it very clear to you there was a target in your back.

You were the sole heir to one of the most powerful and richest kingdoms in the world. Anyone from your lady in waiting to other royals you danced and shared meals with could've been out for you. Even as a child, there were attempts on your life and king trying to trap you in loveless marriages to their children barely half a year old. Where your mother decided to coddle and protect you from your royal duties and, your father insisted you'd only be truly safe if you learned at an early age. The hot and cold mix made you rather good at keeping yourself safe. Your mother taught you to listen to your heart and saved you from numerous empty marriages and your father taught you to sniff out the liars and criminals trying to take advantage of you.

All that training seemed to have been for nothing considering the situation you found yourself in one busy Friday morning. Your schedule was packed full and you were needed in nearly a hundred different places by nightfall. During the carriage ride to a fitting appointment, your coachman took a rather long detour. You noticed almost immediately but the doors had magically closed shut and he wouldn't respond to a word you'd said. Though you had built up enough anger to behead the man driving with the dagger in your pocket alone — you suddenly fell asleep during the ride.

You awoke hours later in what you originally mistook for your own bedroom. However, the blanket of snow clinging to the ground outside told you otherwise. The door was locked and you were much too high to jump. You spent hours searching for some sign of where you were. Thankfully, someone came to your recuse — or so you thought.

The door opened to reveal a woman you'd never seen before. Her crown was strange. What seemed to be two parts. One traditional and gold decorated with local jewels but the other made of a material you couldn't quite identify. If you weren't trapped, you would've asked what it was.

"I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, I am not supposed to be here." You tried to remain calm. There was no telling what happened while you were passed out. Maybe this woman saved you. Maybe she was your capture.

For a moment, the woman just stared at you. Her expression was soft and curious as she took in your presence. "There was no mistake. I am Wanda Django Maximoff, queen of Sokovia , and you're going to be my consort." The smile on her face was cat-like. Cute, but not easy to decipher. "I know this isn't like what you're used to back home but-"

"My father and mother handle my suitors, I am in no place to accept a proposal without their permission," You said boldy cutting her off. You had lost count of how many times you said that. It technically wasn't a lie. The agreement between your parents was that they had to vet your suitors. Then, it was your choice to continue the relationship. "I don't want to speak on his behalf, but I assure you my father will not take too kindly to you kidnapping his only child." The words left your mouth filled with venom. "Where is my coach driver? If I return home unharmed, the consequences will be fair."

Wanda's smile fell. "I'm well aware. It was your mother who insisted that I was too old for you and didn't even bother giving me a chance." She signaled for the guards behind her to leave the room. She stepped closer to you. The corners of her mouth twitched when you stepped away from her. "Sokovia is the richest and strongest of your allies, isn't it only fair you give me a chance? Even if not for love, for your people?"

Wanda's proposal fell on deaf ears. All you could think about was escaping. Sokovia wasn't that far from your home country. The land in between was under the rule of King Anthony. Though you'd never hear the end of it, he was your safest bet as far as getting home.

"The stables are at the very back of the castle grounds. There's no way you'd reach them and even if you did my men would shoot down your horse in minutes. Then, you'd be right back here."

Your eyes widen. You'd heard gossip of the queen of Sokovia being a witch, but brushed it off as metaphorical. "For a woman that can read minds, you sure have a hard time telling when you're unwanted." You almost immediately regretted those words. Hot magical ropes wrapped around your body and forced you to the ground. A deep breath escaped through your nostrils. You weren't going to give her the satisfaction of getting under your skin.

Wanda cupped your chin and forced you to look up at her. "You have your father's sense of humor. I quite like it, but I'm sure we can find much better uses for your mouth than mocking your future wife." A sinister smirk took over her face as her thumb traced your lips. "We'll see how well you talk back with my cock shoved in you."

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[mouschiwrites]

Hopefully requests are open and if they aren’t then please ignore my ask!! I would like to request if you could write a platonic ninjago x younger sibling!reader where the Reader is basically the crying child from fnaf? A crybaby, easily scared and clingy in a sense that they only feel safe with the ninja or their older brother, if you cant do this then you are free to ignore this ask, Have a very nice day/night or evening where you are!

Here you are my darling! I hope you have a lovely day/night too! :D

Ninjago - Ninjas With a Sensitive Little Sibling

Kai

He's already a protective older brother, but with you being so sensitive, he's ultra-protective

Even when people are being nice to you he's hovering carefully, making sure they don't do anything that might hurt you

Not that he really needs to hover; you usually stick to his side anyway

Maybe that's also why he gets worried when you're on your own, though... he's not used to not having you nearby

Whenever he's forced to leave you, he makes sure you're in good hands (i.e. with the other ninja) first

He knows you're sensitive, but he's still Kai; you're not escaping a little sibling conflict

Sometimes he gets annoyed when you follow him around too much, and he'll get all quiet

He knows why you do it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't irritate him a bit

There have been times during which he'd snap and tell you to go find someone else to follow around

If/when that makes you cry, though, he does a complete 180 turn

He crouches down to your level, smoothing your head and frantically telling you he didn't mean it

"Aw, Y/n, please don't cry! I didn't mean it..! Please don't cry!"

Then he'll give you a piggyback if you want it, entirely forgetting his earlier desire to be alone

Cole

He's also pretty protective, but he's more focused on your character and emotions than actually defending you from the world

What I mean is that he'll watch for when you're upset, and when you do get upset he'll take the opportunity to try and build a little character

He's super gentle and always supportive, of course, but at the same time he wants you to grow

So when you cry, he'll hug you until you're calm but then he'll try and talk it out with you

"What made you upset?" ... "Why do you think that upset you?" ... "How can we make sure that doesn't happen again?"

I think he's just really emotionally mature, and he'd want his little sibling to have that maturity, too

Of course, he doesn't force it on you; you're just a kid after all

But he tries to get you on the right path

He still gives you lots of affection though, and is always checking to make sure you're comfortable

When you have to separate, he does try to leave you with one of the other ninja, but if he can't he'll offer lots of reassurance that he'll be right back

He'll be so proud if you're able to be alone for a bit!!

All in all he's just super supportive regarding your needs, but also wants you to learn and grow

Jay

Out of all the ninjas, he coddles you the most

When someone makes you cry he's on them like a feral cat

Once he's satisfied that they've gotten what they deserved (or when they're done beating his ass 💀) he'll come to check on you

He's a little scatterbrained, so he doesn't always remember that you're fragile

Sometimes he'll accidentally make a backhanded comment or leave you all on your own

When he realizes his mistake he flies into a panic, especially if he's mid-mission and remembers that you're alone

He hates seeing you cry, and just the thought of it makes his stomach churn

He always gives you the tightest hug when he realizes his mistake/gets reunited with you, apologizing a million times

Honestly he's more upset about it than you are

Long after you've stopped crying, he's still apologizing (and probably crying a little himself)

Just call him a crybaby and he'll stop on the dot

He'll just stand up and furrow his brows

"Okay, I see how it is. I was all worried about my little Y/n and now they're making fun of me. I guess that's what I get!"

(You're both able to laugh about it, dw)

Zane

As has been established, he's not the most emotionally intelligent out of all the ninjas

Sometimes he struggles to know what he's feeling himself; your emotions are a whole other realm to him

That doesn't mean he can't tell when you're upset, though

Whenever you start to whimper or cry he's at your side in a second, holding your shoulder affirmingly

He's not always sure what to say, but if you want to hug him he'll hug you back

He'll patiently wait for you to calm down, then he'll try to understand why you were upset

"Um, do you know why... what... made you... cry..?"

Be patient with him, I promise he's trying 😭

He starts to learn after a while which things upset you most, and he starts to look out for them whenever you're with him

Whenever he spots one of those things, he's already hurrying to your side before you even start crying

He feels really proud whenever he's able to catch a fit before it happens :)

Honestly, as protective as he feels towards you, he sometimes wonders if you're better off with the other ninjas

You're just so emotional, and he feels like the other ninjas might understand you better

He actually sometimes looks to them to help calm you down

But ultimately he does prefer to be the one to help you, both because he feels responsible and because he loves you the most

Lloyd

He was a pretty rowdy kid when he was your age, so he has a little trouble understanding you

He was rude where you're sensitive, he was cruel where you're gentle... when he thinks of you compared to his younger self, it's like night and day

So he doesn't always catch things that might make you cry

(makes it a little hard to be protective when you don't know which things to be protective about...)

Only when someone else points them out, or when he hears your high-pitched whine, does he realize that you've been upset

He'll rub your back and try to calm you down, but honestly he's a little apprehensive

Like I said, he can't really relate, so he struggles to empathize

That doesn't mean he won't try, though

He'll give you a hug and tell you everything is fine, but he's not sure if he's actually being helpful

"Hey, hey, it's okay..! Here, give me a hug!"

He just feels really bad for you, especially because of this

He asks the others for advice sometimes, trying to understand what it might've been like to be a kid who spent more time being afraid and gentle than trying to be tough and evil

They always assure him that he's doing a great job, with him being so great at showing kindness already

He still doubts himself, and he probably always will, but he'll never stop trying to be there for you

Nya

If you were anyone else's sibling, or just a random kid, Nya would absolutely coddle you

She'd be the most protective person ever, always at your side, ready to defend you from the world

But since you're a Smith...

Sorry, you're getting none of that

She'll never berate you or anything, but every time you start to have a breakdown, she tries to get you to toughen up a little

"Come on, my Y/n, dry those tears. It's not that bad. I'm here."

She'll still be hugging you anyway while she says this

The way she sees it, Kai can do the babying, and she can do the actual teaching

Though she can't help the distaste she feels whenever Kai treats you like a baby

She's talked to him before about getting you to grow up a little, and he does agree that you can't always be this sensitive

From then on they work together to find the balance between comforting you and toughening you up

(Kai still does most of the comforting and Nya still does most of the toughening)

She knows what it's like to be the "weaker" sibling, and she doesn't want that for you–not now, not ever

She'll even give you fighting lessons if it makes you feel stronger :D (tbh she probably will anyway)

Thank you so much for this request! And thanks for reading, take care sweet duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago headcanons #kai smith #kai smith x reader #kai x reader #nya smith #nya smith x reader #nya x reader #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #cole x reader #jay walker #jay walker x reader #jay x reader #zane julien #zane julien x reader #zane x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hiiiiiii! I hope you're well ! May I ask for a platonic and somewhat romantic headcanon about teenage soukoku with a partner (fem or GN if you prefer) a year younger than them and with a personality similar to Atsushi in the Beast light novels? If you don't want to do it or anything, ignore my request! And English is absolutely not the language I speak so I'm sorry if it's badly written or incomprehensible 😭 Take care and have a good day / evening! <3

Awe thank you I hope you have a good day/evening as well!

I'm gonna be really honest, I have not read the beast light novels so all of my knowledge of Atsushi's beast personality comes from me scanning his wiki page. I hope I portray readers personality correctly, but if I didn't I apologize. I hope you enjoy!

Teenage Chuuya and Dazai with a platonic reader who's like Beast Atsushi

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of suicide

Gn! Reader

-Wow, you managed to genuinely befriend these two? congratulations! (and good luck, you'll need it)

-Chuuya and Dazai are opposites in a lot of ways, and befriending you is no different. It takes awhile for Chuuya to even desire a friendship with you in the first place, but once you two begin to form a relationship he pretty quickly begins to admire you and subtly (it’s not subtle) try’s to get closer to you. On the other side of the coin, Dazai is very quick to “befriend” you (he’s getting a feel for you) but it takes a very long time for him to genuinely trust you

-I imagine Dazai’s the reason you begin talking with Chuuya in the first place, he probably forced you two to interact on a mission or dragged you to a bar to hang out

-Mori puts the three of you on missions often, mostly because you work well together but also because your all relatively the same age

-Chuuya will never tell you this but he thinks it’s really cool that you show no emotion when fighting or killing. It also scares him a little but again, he’s never gonna tell you that. Dazai thinks it’s hot (he needs severe help)

-You and Chuuya butt heads a lot, usually over petty things, but if you ever get into a serious argument it might take days to resolve. You most likely end up apologizing because of the guilt, but on rare occasion Chuuya will apologize first. He feels guilty too. Dazai sometimes try’s to intervene but if it’s too serious he lets you two work it out

-Dazai likes to take you out on little hangouts a lot, sometimes with Chuuya, sometimes just the two of you. He’s a cold bastard but he does enjoy your company now that he knows you better. He also sees a lot of himself in you, your both ruthless and cold hearted when it comes to getting the job done. He just hopes you aren’t completely hopeless like he is

-You’re very loyal to those two, and in turn they’re very loyal to you, you’ll never have to worry about them betraying you or turning their backs on you as long as you stay loyal to the port mafia

-You’re only a year younger than them, but they sometimes use that as an excuse to treat you like a child just to mess with you. They’ll coddle you and act like you can’t do anything on your own, but a good punch in the arm will get them to shut up

-You’ve most likely had to stop at least one of Dazai’s suicide attempts, and as a result he may make less attempts (or at least try it where you can’t find him) because he feels guilty that you have to see him like that

-Going off the loyalty thing, they’re both very protective of you, if anyone tries to hurt you they’re getting a bullet to the face. You’re pretty protective of them as well, which they think is sweet (until you rip someone’s head off)

-The three of you have become very close over time, and who knows? Maybe you three will become something more in the future ;)

#x reader #bsd #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x chuuya #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #soukoku x reader

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hi um ask I ask for Nobel as a father. Like what would he name his kids/ how many kids and just how he would be as a father. If it’s not to much to ask please and thank you. Ps I love your work

Hiya~

I know that this is a very recent ask, but I was in the mood for some soft family/dad vibes (maybe or maybe not because of a Tumblr mutual and their fave), so this just inspired me.

Contains: Papa!Nozel, he's being protective, caring, and protective. Includes 3 small snippets at the end after a general description of Nozel as a father Snippets: Nozel x reader (implied f!reader) Other warnings: none

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Nozel as a father would be a combination of stern, highly protective, and somewhat easily guilt-tripped by his kids.

He wouldn't exactly coddle his kids, but they would be short of anything. He has certain expectations and wants his kids to try and become strong and capable, and he is a very solution oriented father, because he is still unsure of how to express a lot of his feelings. Despite having grown better at it over the years.

If his kids have a problem with something, he'd try to find a solution and very concretely fix a problem. For him questions that have to do with mana are the easiest, because his affinity is very difficult to control, and he had to hone it a lot, since he was, in terms of affinities, the underdog as well. As long as it is a problem involving an information topic, he most likely has a solution, or knows from where to look. It is a way for him to show love, since he didn't receive that kind of support himself after Acier's passing, and he knows how it feels to have to do such things by oneself.

He would have zero tolerance against someone insulting or hurting his children or spouse, which stem from his past and his former wrongdoings. These cause him to jump to rescue perhaps too early, and this time his anger and harsh words would be directed towards the perpetrator, because he doesn't want to be the person he was anymore and is trying to desperately to shake it off. Or push it away. Even if it was long in the past, it does tend to surface when he feels strongly. He would stand between whatever it is and his kids, rather than let them be hurt in any shape or form. He has lost too much, caused too much, and while he meant well in the past, he doesn't want to repeat his former actions. So, he does the opposite.

And because of that, he can also be guilt-tripped easily by his kids. If one of them even insinuates that "dad is mean!" he would stop in his tracks and do any damage control he can in that moment. Essentially, his kids would pretty easily be able to wrap him around their finger.

He is also a very present father. From the very beginning of the children's lives.

The names he would give his children would be soft, renowned and prestigious. And they'd be of french or latin origin, starting with the letters L, N or M.

He'd like to have a few kids. Maybe 3 or 4 ideally. But that would be negotiable.

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You make your way to the nursery, yawning, your steps wobbling ever so slightly.

The room is just behind the door to your grand bedroom, to keep the baby close, and yet, sometimes, it feels so far. Which makes you think about just having the crib next to your bed, but people say that the baby has their own room. The magical device, telling your if the baby is crying, should suffice.

But still... as you wrap your arms around your body, as if hugging yourself, trying to comfort yourself, you can't help but think about how much you'd like to just keep them close. Next to your bed. Even if it meant going against recommendations.

Your hand lands onto the cool metal handle of the door, and you enter into the room, expecting it to be empty.

But... it isn't.

You stop. And look at the figure standing next to the crib.

Moonlight makes his silver hair glimmer, and his head turns ever so slightly at the sound of you entering, but not enough to turn his eyes away from the crib.

"Was the baby crying?" You ask, as if a whisper. Not sure why, but it seems to make sense in the moment. Why else would he be there, as if comforting, guarding, being ... present.

"No," he replies with a whisper of his own as his hand rests on the edge of the crib. "I just... needed to be sure."

"Sure of what?" You ask with a slight frown as you start making your way closer to him.

"That... everything is okay..." he admits with a hushed tone. But in that tone there is something mixed into it that you've... heard maybe once or twice before.

It is something that doesn't quite fit into his mouth. Something that seems so out of place when it comes from him.

And that something was fear.

He sounded like he was afraid. Afraid of walking in and finding... that he wasn't there when he was needed, by his family, by those for whom he'd gladly give his life. Those that meant the world to him.

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"No, we're not getting a cat," he said before taking a sip of his coffee at the breakfast table.

"But daaa-aaad!" The little girl with silver hair whined, looking imploringly at her father.

"No buts," he stated. "Pets are a distraction. And furthermore felines are more in accordance with the House of Vermillion. Which we are not. Once you grow older, we can discuss falconry."

"You're so mean!" She shouted with a pout and crossed her arms as traces of tears rose into her eyes.

A few quiet sobs broke through the air as the only sound.

The little girl, no older than five, was looking straight ahead of herself, not seeing the breakfast on her plate.

Until the silence was broken by a different kind of a sound. "What kind of a cat were you thinking about?" He asked with a small sigh, as a barely audible giggle escaped from you.

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"No one disrespects my family," his tone like ice and daggers combined as he peered down his nose in a manner that only royalty can. "Not even you," he said, words laced with disgust as Damnatio simply sat there.

"I am only telling you what I hear," he stated blankly. "She could use more tutoring with her writing."

"Her penmanship is perfectly satisfactory," Nozel stated as the little girl stood behind her father's back.

"It is fitting for her age group," Damnatio agreed. "But it isn't remarkable either," he added.

"If you were not the legislative representative of the royal houses, I would sue you."

Damnatio's expression stayed the same. "Unfortunately I am," he sighed.

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casually tagging: @kalolasfantasyworld @koneko-pi

#nozel silva #nozel x reader #nozel silva x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagine #black clover x reader

[argisthebulwark]

d’you think any of our faves (bryn, teldryn, miraak, Erik, honestly whoever you wanna talk abt because I just like seeing your thoughts) would trek up high hroth if the LDB got injured after the main quest. like ‘cannot get down this shitfuck mountain’ injured. i am a sucker for the ‘person taking care of their injured partner’ trope I will admit.

OOOH this is interesting. i like this. Sorry if i write too much, gonna put it under a cut just in case.

it's sfw, just long. the fellas included are: Erik, Vilkas, Brynjolf & Teldryn. if there's anyone you think i missed pls let me know i actually really liked writing this!

edit: the last two fellas aren't showing up for a lot of people because tumblr is a good website. i added them here!

Erik would absolutely trek his ass up that mountain. He'd probably try to take on one too many frost trolls and end up with a minor injury himself but hey, he made it in one piece. If his timing was bad enough he might even have Klimmek's pack slung over one shoulder. "Hi honey." He'd kneel before the bed the Greybeards had lent you, hand running through your hair. His heart would twist at the state of you - blood staining the armor he'd helped buckle you into, bruises of all shades covering your arms. But he'd keep the smile on his face because that glimmer in your eye makes it all worth it. "You're here." You'd get choked up at the state of him - cheeks bright red from the chilly air, every inch of him wrapped in mismatched layers, that familiar smile on his face. "You came all the way here." "Anything for you." He'd kiss your hand, noting the swollen state of your wrist. "You know that." He'd try to not treat you any differently. He knew what it felt like to be coddled and didn't want you to feel like that. Instead he walked you through the stretches and helped you regain your health bit by bit, filling you in on what had happened in your absence. He'd still be in awe that he was allowed to love the Dragonborn, that you'd helped him fulfill what he felt was his destiny. He would absolutely carry you back down the mountain without a second thought. As soon as the Greybeards assured him that you were well enough to move he'd swaddle you into every layer of clothing he'd hauled up, lift you onto his back and remind you to hold on tight.

Vilkas would roll his eyes when someone informed him that you'd gone after the World Eater alone. He couldn't count the amount of times he'd told you to take help - you were a Companion after all, you needed backup. But no, you'd gone off alone to get yourself killed. Despite all his grumbling he'd find himself stomping up that god damned mountain. He consoled himself by counting each stair he found, intent on learning whether or not there truly were seven thousand blasted steps. He'd ignore the growing worry gnawing at his chest until he found himself face to face with the ancient stone doors grinding open just for him. When he stepped inside the frigid building he'd maintain the façade - allowing the Greybeards to lead him to where you rested, leg propped up and covered in bandages. The urge to tell them how poorly they'd taken care of you gave way when he heard the shock in your voice as you said his name. "You're surprised?" He'd snort, edging into the bed beside you. He told himself that it was merely to check on the state of you, nothing to do with the relief he felt when you curled closer to him. "This isn't the first time I've had to collect you." During the nights when sleep evaded you he would remind you what awaited back at Jorrvaskr; the crackling fire that would keep you warm, the comfortable bed, the friendly faces, the good food. He would find himself dozing off with your head on his chest while he talked of home. He'd stay with you until he was sure you were well enough to make it down, reminding you to keep an arm around his shoulder. When you flashed him one of those looks that drove him mad, the one that left his heart fluttering in the most obnoxious way, he'd remind you to mind the icy stairs.

Brynjolf would be out of the Cistern in an instant. He'd already grieved you once and wasn't willing to do it again. As soon as the courier arrived with an explanation of your situation he'd be shouting instructions at Delvin and Vex and throwing everything he owned into a backpack. He'd arrive in the dead of night. Moonlight guided him up the mountain and allowed him to stay out of the way of most beasts. Terror would be with him every step of the way - the snow, the hike, the fear of losing you, it was all too familiar. The fear would be choking him every step of the way, refusing to stop or rest until he could see you once again. He'd arrive a shivering mess, barely hearing Arngeir's explanation of what had transpired. He didn't care where you'd gone, all that mattered was that you were still breathing. "Bryn." He'd hate the shock in your voice as if you hadn't expected him to show up. He couldn't respond, merely falling into bed beside you. He would be mindful of your injuries when his fingers trailed along your body over and over, reassuring himself that you were whole, you were safe. "I don't think I've ever seen you this far from home before." "Anywhere for you, lass." He'd breathe into your scratchy blanket, pulling you in close to his chest. "To the ends of the world." He wouldn't take a single chance with your health. Even after the Greybeards insisted that you were well enough to walk he'd insist on doing most of the work, allowing you to walk only once the snow and ice thinned and he could see the grass again. Even when you stood on your own two feet his hands would never be far away.

Teldryn would grumble about the snow reminding him too much of Windhelm but he would do it. He'd have to layer extra clothes under his armor to fight off that god awful wind chill but he'd do it. He'd gotten the feeling that something was wrong when he didn't hear from you - you always checked in with him. That old panic from his last patron would nag at him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you too, not after all you'd been through together, the feelings you'd blurted out for him one night after one too many drinks or that smile you saved just for him. "Couldn't help yourself, could you?" He'd tease, kicking the pack full of your clothes toward your bed. He would relish in the shock written across your bruised face for just a moment. "I've followed you across continents and you're surprised I show up here? Give me a little more credit, sera." "I'm so glad to see you, Tel." His heart would ache at the teary tone of your voice. He'd give up the teasing and sit down on the edge of your bed, carefully checking over the battered state of your body. Finally that anxiety would lessen when he knew you were safe, he wasn't going to lose you. He would joke about making you carry him down the mountain when you were finally stable enough to leave. When you rolled your eyes at him and hobbled toward the steps he would remove the heaviest pieces of his armor and allow you to clamber onto his back. He'd relish in the press of your lips to his throat and the way you squeezed around him through every complaint about the snow and ice. "Let's retire to Solstheim." He'd smile at the words you speak against his shoulder, fingers clutching the front of his sweater. "I'll buy that empty house in Raven Rock and we'll never do anything or go anywhere ever again." "Sounds good to me, love."

#beloved mutuals #asks #writing #skyrim #erik the slayer #vilkas #brynjolf #miraak #teldryn sero #farkas

[auspicioustidings]

Gaz and Price taking care of each other (they r in love and this can be soft or horny whatever u want) 💈💙

Nothing but the softest for these two smooshes!

Fracture

Words: 1k

It was not the first time that John Price had broken bones, not by a long shot, but it was the first time that the healing was being so annoying.

The pain of a fractured shoulder he could about live with, but not being able to do anything properly was driving him up the wall. His clumsy left arm was doing a piss poor job of trying to look after him, especially given that his right was in a sling meaning even his hand was fully out of commission.

He had stubbornly refused to ask for help obviously. He was a bleeding Captain in the SAS, he did not need coddling. When the muppet of a medic had suggested he get help in, some large arsed matron to do his cooking and cleaning and fuss over him, he had promised them that his left hook would work just as well if they didn't drop the issue, give him his meds and send him on his way.

It had been a week and he was living on take out. He was no stranger to being a little grotty out on mission, but never in his own home. He hated not being able to be as meticulous with cleaning both his space and himself, but every stretch was agony on that right shoulder and ran the risk of fucking it up worse if he wasn't more careful.

There was a knock at the door and he wondered if he had ordered food and forgotten about it, possible with the cocodamol even if he was only taking half the recommended dosage (he had seen how Simon had baulked when they gave him all that heavy medication, when they told him how long he should be on it for. There was no way John would ever risk picking up the phone to him and being loopy from pain meds, not when he knew how much it could hurt him and when the pain wasn't so dreadful he couldn’t cope).

It was not a food delivery.

“Gaz?”

“Well invite me in Captain, it's bloody freezing out here.”

Price stood aside in bemusement as his thoroughly bundled up Sergeant politely toed off his shoes and put them neatly to the side before taking off into the house like he owned the place.

Gaz hadn't ever been here before but he hardly waited for the grand tour, instead doing a full sweep with Price trailing after him.

“Trying to find treasure or something Gaz?”

“No sir, just getting the lay of the land.”

“Uh huh. Care to enlighten me as to why?”

Gaz had at this point poked his head in everywhere and they had settled back in the kitchen. Price was sore and tired and a little gross, but none the less he had enough energy to be somewhat embarrassed by the state of the place.

“Junk food is for garbage people.”

Price had the sense to not argue. It was something he always told his team anytime they ordered food to base. If there were facilities to cook, then John Price was damn well going to have a home cooked meal.

“Messy room, messy head.”

Yes ok, technically he used that one pretty often as well. He was always on at them to keep the base tidy and clean.

“Nothing better than a proper soak after a long mission” Gaz finished with a gentle, lopsided smile.

“Gaz…”

“Let me help old man, that's what your team are for.”

So he let him help. The first thing was getting put into a hot bath. Gaz helped him settle, macgyvered a little shelf to sit over the tub for Price to rest his arm on. And then he softly and carefully washed Price's hair.

It was such a strange thing, Price had never really had someone do this for him before. Gaz was gentle, his nails scratching his scalp pleasantly. This felt more vulnerable somehow than being under fire, sitting in the bath with someone he loved paying him such careful attention.

“I might not be the best person to help with the beard, but Soap could probably do it. Did you know he grew one out when he was last on medical leave?”

“That your way of telling me I'm a mess?”

“Oh the rugged look fully does it for me sir, just incase it doesn't for you. Would hate for you to use the sad invalid method that Keller does to lure a nice lady back here and then give her carpet burn.”

He couldn't smack Gaz in his current state, but he did make a valiant attempt at splashing water at him.

“You're a fucking muppet.”

“That's why you like me so much.”

He was almost sad when his hair was rinsed and he was left to soak alone for a bit. He could hear the whirlwind of tidying and cleaning happening around his house and Price couldn't help but enjoy Kyle Garrick being in his space. The man was his home whether Price wanted to admit that or not, so with him here this house had never felt more right.

Christ it was a good thing he wasn't taking full dosage lest it make him say something he might regret.

Gaz returned right as Price was starting to prune and helped him out, fluffy towel at the ready. Honestly he did not need this level of attentiveness, but when he tried to protest Gaz just brushed him off.

“Your job might be to take care of people, but right now you're on leave. It's time for someone to take care of you John.”

Oh. Oh that name sounded wonderful coming from him. Turned out he was a decent cook too, having managed to make a hearty soap from what he could find in the kitchen. For the first time since the fracture John Price felt human again. He was eating a good home cooked meal, the place was tidy and he was clean. The words came easy.

“Love you Kyle.”

“Love you too John.”

#mhairiwrites #cod #price x gaz

[onmyyan]

Can I just say this? I am in love with the way you write your yan’s!!! I hate reading ff’s of yan’s who are horrible to their darlings like why do that?!? I love how soft you make them with their darlings, makes me fall in love with them too <3

A question though: how would cas + his family react to their darlings having another yan pursuing them who has a more aggressive and violent approach to the reader? Are they thinking 🔪 straight away or a more competitive approach with them to see who truly loves their darling?

A/N: loved this request so much I'm gonna split it into four more parts 4 each of the Delmont boys, up first is our boy Caspian!! NOT EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE, THREATS OF GUN VIOLENCE( THERES NO GUN) VIOLENCE(never against reader), CURSING, BLOOD

Set up: You and your boy are in that early stage of the relationship where you've been on a few dates (read: You said hello to him ONCE and he's stalked you a few times) but hasn't officially asked you out yet for whatever reason, he himself already knows you're his, he was just waiting for the right moment to tell you that, he wanted everything to be perfect for his darling, its what you deserved after all, but then he catches sight of a vermin trying to weasel its way in between your blossoming love, and he just can't let that slide.

Caspian watched the scene unfolding before him in silent fury, his dough all but forgotten as that roach stole his rightful spot by your side, he'd robbed Cas of the chance to bask in your glory while the teacher had his's attention. Our towering man couldn't fight back the nasty look on his face as the idiot currently talking your ear off didn't seem to grasp the fact that you were just responding out of politeness, Cas could gather that much from the irritated look on your face, and the sight of your discomfort was so enraging he gripped the bowl hard enough to shatter in his hands, the porcelain cutting an angry line down the center of each palm, something he didn't even notice until your worried gasp hit his ears.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" You'd rushed over to his side without thinking, a clean towel pressing gently to his wounds, he felt himself smiling at the display, his foul mood replaced with an instant peace, the warmth that always settled around him whenever you were near was addicting.

"I get real clumsy sometimes- don't worry sweetheart I'll make it." He said with a charming wink, the sweet fluster it brought to your face was worth every drop of blood in his veins, he had to fight hard not to coo at the way you fussed over him, then he felt it.

A burning glare from across the room.

It was the same look feral dogs had in their eye when they were about to make a meal out of someone. The eyes on him came with a heavy fog of malice, it made him look up to meet the hateful stare of the man you'd all but forgotten about in your haist to treat him. He leaned on his knuckles so hard the skin turned white, when Cas returned the heated stare he didn't back down, instead he seemed to glower even harder than before, his upper lip twitching in a barely contained snarl.

A wicked little grin grew on Caspian's lips, he knew that look all too well. It seems like his Darling Honey had gone and attracted a fly, but not to worry, he had a knack for pest elimination. He let you coddle him, wincing and whining at random points just to watch the way you pout at his pain, it had the butterflies in his stomach going wild, every soft touch from your hand made the hair on his neck raised, the way you offered to help him for the rest of the class, no hesitation, he knew you were the one.

He walks you to your car, all the while a deep warm baritone voice pleading for a call once you returned home safely, then quietly made his way back to the alleyway you two passed earlier, just as he expected a hand shot out from the shadows to grab at his sweater collar, the wide-eyed man from class had his free hand in his pocket, posed in a position that made it seem as if he was holding a gun. "Listen here you pompous fuck- I'm only saying this once, that pretty little thing is mine. I've been working her for weeks so don't even think about coming in between me and her." He was a good head shorter than Caspian and had it been anyone else the little display of intimidation might have worked, but it wasn't.

It was Caspian.

He rocked his head forward with all the strength in his body, knocking into the shorter male so hard that a small cut appeared on his now bruised skin, his tough guy act vanished in a second as he tried in vain to nurse the growing welt on his forehead. His fingers touched the wound, pulling back with a hiss, blood began pooling down his face.

"Y-You cock sucker! You actually hit me?" He punctuated his sentence by throwing a sneaky punch in the much larger male's face. Caspian took the hit without blinking, before the stranger could think, a searing pain erupted from his throat, forcing his haggard breaths to come out in shallow wheezes. Caspian sighed through his nose as if mildly inconvenienced, shaking his hand from the brutal strike, he hated hitting bone, but he needed to keep this one quiet, he slowly rolled up his sweater sleeves, his thick forearms twitching in anticipation, "When you threaten someone," he said swiping a thumb across the small cut on his lip, his arm snaking around the scrawny man's throat, He scooped the smaller man into a headlock, the flailing roach in his arms him froze up when Caspian's right hand suddenly gripped his jaw hard enough for an audible crack to be heard.

"You should make sure the guy yer trynna' fuck with isn't me."

The next time you see Cas he has a new cut on his lip, and his knuckles are wrapped as if he'd gotten into some kind of fight, the thought made you laugh, Caspian? The same Caspian who helped you out in class more than your actual instructor, the teddy bear who teared up when his macarons came out flat? That Caspian? Yeah right. 

"Oh, this? I knocked into my stove last night- I was so excited for the cookies I forgot about depth perception for a sec." He seemed to brighten at your laughter, the gore he had to clean off his hands well into the hours of the morning all but vanishing at the sight of your angelic smile.

"We're gonna have to Cas-proof your house before you really hurt the goods." your hand tapped against his large chest in a comforting manner, and he could tell from the way you bumped his hip with your own it was a joke but our man is ever the opportunist, gently grabbing your hand, his warm fingers tightening when you didn't pull away.

"What about later tonight? You cover up all the sharp corners and I'll make you dinner?"

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