#// ooc. hope i do okay with him ♥

[crystalmarred]

— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.” — Kainé to Emil OR brother Nier

— FROM TOUCH-STARVED PROMPTS ;; ( @diademreigned )

It had been easier with Kainé. When he'd lost his body, when it had been twisted into... this, he'd felt ugly. Hideous, monstrous in ways he couldn't quite put into words, that he knew he couldn't quite complain about. Halua had done it for years longer, had been worse, had been so unable to control herself and so lost in that body that he'd been their solution...

Then Kainé had awoken from her five year petrification and right away, she had recognized him.

"I knew you right away," she said, as if his transformation had done so little to hide who he was. Kainé understood, he knew that then, had known that all along.

"I'm okay, Kainé. Really."

Despite his face unable to express much in the way of emotions, Emil sounded as jovial as the perpetual smile on his face. He sounded chipper as ever.

"My body's different now, but it's not so bad! I can help everyone now and see your faces!" he said, a nod of his head as if to agree with himself. "I don't blame Popola or Devola for not wanting us in the village. If anything, I'm more sorry that it upset Nier so much..."

A shake of the head, as if to chase away the worry for Nier. He had Weiss, at least, so he didn't need to worry about him being lonely!

[xo-cod]

asking 141+könig to come with me to my doctor's appointment🥺 i get SO FUCKIN NERVOUS i need my emotional support bbgirls♥😢

sorry i got to this late babe :( hope you enjoy, rushed/ooc <33

price: he's the dads of dad, babe. you're nervous? he's already handing you something to calm your nerves, gently holding you under his arm so he can comfort you. he'll definitely be the one to help speak if you're too anxious for it, speaking to the doctor in a low voice to not overwhelm you. keeps an eye on you throughout, very attentive during the appointment and takes you out for ice cream after because you were so good 😙

ghost: he's the one that's holding all your documents if you need them, carrying your medications. if any nurse/doctors wants to try him not only does he have the proof to back up his words but also the attitude to go with it. ain't no one about to try you on his watch, if anyone wants to get testy they answer to him. but you'll find that most people will stay out of your way, beefing a 6'4 behemoth of a man doesn't really look like it'd fall in their favour anyway <3

gaz: the one handing you small snacks to get you through the apointment, whispering gentle sweet words to you to help ease your nerves. he's definitely focused on you, just wanting your appointment to go well and for uou to be healthy so he'll do everything he can in order to achieve it. the type to ensure your appointment runs smoothly and with as little stress possible. takes you to journey favourite food place after for fun because he knows your nerves are still high and he spends the day making you all happy again

soap: laughter is best medication with him, he's the one cracking funny jokes to ease your nerves. trying to get you in a happy mood during the wait so you're not so tense. but if jokes aren't your thing, he's definitely the one to cuddle you if you need it. he hates seeing you so worried so he's whatever you need him to be babe. if you need his cuddles and kisses, you'll get exactly that. he's so protective over you, will rush to your defence if anyone wants to try anything with you.

könig: he's your strength in times of stress, always. his hand enclosed around yours, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand to calm your anxiety while he whispers gentle sayings in german because he knows his voice calms you down. the type to be standing right behind you eyeing up the doctors as they speak, making sure to absorb every single piece of information for his own sanity to help him know that you're okay. gives you a big hug and a sweet kiss at the end because you deserve it and more

[cherishedhope]

Hey there!! Hope you're doing great ! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Could I please ask platonic headcanons for the tweels with a reader that is the perfect little sister role for them like: She has a diabolic little smile like them, she's mischevious, a bit sadistic (not in a weird way tho!!) but she looks nothing like them !! Like, she's short, 'cute'-looking, wears aaaall pink and kinda behaves like a princess ! 'what is this cutie doing with the eel boys? she's worse than them?? jesus.' ,,

And sorry if this is too specific, but if I would describe reader's personality i'd say the one who would go '🎀 I'll kidnap your family AND your dogs and cats ! ����💞' with all sparkles and hearts and bows

Anyways, I thank you in advance! I hope that wasn't too long or specific, sorry about that . . .

Hope you have a nide day/night ! (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

A/N: Awee!! This is soooo cute! Also dw, I loved the fact that it was long and specific. It really helped me out while writing this! :3 May you have a lovely day/night as well and ty so much for the request~! I hope you enjoy! d(･∀･○) Genre: Fluff, platonic. Disclaimer: Characters are likely to be ooc. Not proofread. If there’s anything you don’t like, lmk and I’ll fix it right up! :D Characters involved: Floyd Leech and Jade Leech. Request status: Open!

— The students at NRC should’ve counted their lucky stars while they had the chance. They were blessed to only have the tweels to deal with, but given that there was a new addition to the school? Specifically the tweel’s younger, slightly more unhinged but proper sister? Hoo boy.

— You and Floyd are inseparable. Hell, it’s more like you guys are besties rather than siblings. The two of you are well-known for assisting Azul in his journey on balding at the ripe age of seventeen, being declared the most chaotic and destructive duo on campus, bullying Riddle into throwing a hissy fit, but mostly for how terrifying of a presence you give off. Crowley would tell you two off but he is not taking any chances. mainly because he’s useless but you didn’t hear it from me 🫣

— Floyd constantly teases you about your height and more often than not wonders if you’re adopted. Not to mention how bossy you can be sometimes…. sheesh! Even Jade isn’t that prim and proper. You don’t even look like him! (lowkey side-eyeing his mom rn… ) Then he reminds himself that no, you couldn’t possibly not be blood. You’re literally a tiny version of him! Just with completely different features and shorter legs!! And more spoiled!! I mean, c’mon, there is no mistaking the bone-crushing, chaotic squeezes for someone who isn’t a Leech. It runs in the family.

— Okay, but imagine paying a “visit” to one of Azul’s clients who broke the contract. You threatened to kidnap the poor college student’s family, dogs, and cats and then Floyd pipes up, “AND WE’LL EAT THEM TOO‼️‼️👹👹”

— Finds it hilarious when students do a double-take once you reveal your true colors. Hahaha! They really let the cutesy act fool them? What a bunch of losers! In his humble opinion, they deserved to get squeezed for assuming his younger sister wasn’t as cool as him :)

— Remember how I said you guys were besties? It was a half-truth. With how often he teases you, I could see a fight breaking out. He’ll go easy on you though! He doesn’t want to break any of your fwagile tiny bones 🥺🥺 (kick his ass. 😒 )

— I’d say Floyd is pretty protective. I mean, he follows you around everywhere. That should be enough to repel any idiots from messing with you, but unfortunately some people only possess a crumb of a braincell. If anyone tries to harass you, he’s beating them up on the spot. You wanna join in? All right, he’ll hold the dumbass down for you! Get him where it hurts!!!!

— Overall a decent older brother. I wouldn’t kill him on the spot 👍

— The fact that you are the complete opposite of his brother and him in terms of physical looks and somewhat personality has always been incredibly amusing to Jade. Unlike Floyd, he never questioned if you two truly shared blood. There is not a single person in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland who could replicate that signature devious Leech grin. — Given you two are significantly more mature than Floyd, it is rare that you get into heated arguments. That doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened! Jade just knows when to walk away. Now whether he apologizes or not depends on the situation. Sometimes he will, other times he’ll just give you the silent treatment. — Much like Floyd, he teases you for your short stature, albeit more subtly than his twin. If he’s feeling particularly cheeky that day, he’ll store some of your favorite accessories on a high shelf that is just out of reach for the sole reason of getting on your nerves. There was also this one time he bought you a ladder for your birthday. That was it. Just a ladder. No follow up gifts after that. A three step ladder. In hindsight, it is a good gift for if you needed to reach something that is too high! Or at least that’s the excuse he gives. 😒

— He is relieved that you aren’t as reckless as Floyd whilst still maintaining that Leech family charm. The messes you create are less of a hassle to clean up compared to his obnoxious counterpart. With that being said, Jade will reward you with head pats as a job well done for completing any tasks you may receive! :D The tasks? “Tending” to rowdy customers, helping him out at the Monstro Lounge, intimidating Azul’s clients, etc. You do a splendid job.

— Chuckles when he watches you threaten an unfortunate soul with the capture of both their family and pets all while beaming at them in your bubblegum pink attire. Not only was it highly entertaining, but Jade barely had to lift a finger as you took care of the scum! He has never been more proud in his life.

— Even though you are more than able to protect yourself, Jade keeps a close eye on you. Despite being an elite school, it was still filled to the brim with shady characters. That coupled with the fact that his pure, can-do-no-wrong little sister is attending the same school as them, he’s going to make sure no creeps are lurking around. And if by some chance you do get harassed, the offender is never seen again. — No, he doesn’t play favorites. Certainly not! Why, how could Floyd ever accuse him of such a thing? 😔 you are totally his favorite sibling.

©2024 cherishedhope. do not repost on other platforms, modify, steal, copy, or use without explicit permission.

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[picklebunbun]

જ⁀➴₊⊹ 🎀 dazai x male! reader

๋࣭ ⭑

velvet ring

big thief ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

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๋࣭ ⭑

⟢ male! reader, can be read as trans or cis, masculine pronouns

⟢ genre: angst, like MAJOR angst, bittersweet? ending {up to your interpenetration}, so a bit of fluff

⟢ cw: implied homophobia, verbally fighting, crying, self deprecation, dazai isn’t good at communicating, implied su1cide and maybe OOC

⟢ fandom: BSD

⟢ romantic, dazai and [name] are engaged in this

summary: major fight happened between dazai and his fiancée, about him not outwardly expressing his feelings, [name] feels like he’s walking on eggshells around him. Dazai comforts [name] while he’s bawling his eyes out, everything is okay after that

[angel’s note👼🪽: taking a break from the usual requests because I really wanted to do bsd, sorry, also, this is based off my oc with dazai (I made them have marital problems) I wanted to do very angsty stuff too]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

it was the dead of night, only darkness filled the room, the loud silence of the couple only made the somber attitude worse.

there were days like this were they wouldn’t talk to each other, usually it was after a fight, but not this time. What else could they talk about though? It wasn’t unknown that Dazai could read you like an open book, his intellect was truly terrifying. As for you, it’s hard to talk with your partner when they won’t communicate with you

it often made you sad though, Dazai had no problems talking about himself to his friends, or anyone. The most frustrating part is that he makes light of it whenever you try and talk about it with him. Were things just different when you’re engaged? Maybe he was just on edge because you were both men , but Dazai didn’t seem like the type to care about those things. Maybe it was just you, you did always feel a bit insecure just by being with his fiancée, Dazai was certainly known to be a “playboy”. Being engaged should mean that he ultimately chose you right? I mean, sure, they legally can’t get married but they were basically at that stage

it just made everything so frustrating all the time, how can you expect a healthy relationship without communication?! That’s like a key component of a relationship!

“..hey, [name], are you awake..?”

“….yeah.. I can’t sleep”

“me either.. c’mere for a second”

you looked at him ,confused, until Dazai lazily wrapped his arms around you and you got the idea. The {h/c}-ette hugged him as well, it was pretty easy to tell if Dazai wanted to cuddle. It just felt weird, almost as if he was cuddling with a stranger, or at least that’s what it felt like. Dazai used to say how you had this overwhelming warmth about you, you’re not quite sure if he still thought that now, it was okay I guess, it’s not like you needed the constant praising.

it was a beautiful night though, the last quarter moon illuminated the deepest of shadows in the room, although, it could never hide the amount of darkness around you and Dazai. Even while being wrapped around eachother, you know deep down that you couldn’t feel warmth in this relationship, but little moments like this were nice.

Whenever the moon was half lit, or more specifically, the 3rd quarter moon was when Dazai most liked it , when you asked “why? Why not when it’s fully lit or fully dark?”, Dazai always said the same thing “it’s like how Wednesdays are halfway through the week, the last quarter moon gives me hope for another month, just waiting for a break so I can relax”. Sometimes his messages were so cryptic, you could never really tell if he was going to do something to seriously harm himself or he just says things cause of how meaningful he thinks they are.

Dazai went rambling on about his day at work, you listened, but there was something at the back of your mind. You figured to tell him in the morning, for now, it was time to shut your eyes, there was no point in staying awake now since you could hear the soft snoring that was Dazai’s slumber.

-𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“well, I’m off to work! Bye, my love!”

“wait, Dazai… can I ask you something?”

Dazai turned around, he knew what was about to come, whenever you two fought you set off like a firecracker, completely blinded by how you were feeling, it’s entirely justified too. Usually, Dazai would’ve thought about this in advance, but what could he really say? Expressing himself seriously was not an option, so he’d just have to deal with your red hot anger.

“hm..?”

“do.. you.. hate me?”

“w-what?! Of course not! I could never hate you, I’m engaged to you! How could you think that?”

“you just never talk to me, you talk more to your co-workers than you’re own fiancée!”

“maybe I should get married to them instead them, heh..”

he tried to make a joke, you did not like that

“are you kidding me?! You’re joking about this? Dazai! This isn’t funny! I’m tired of you not talking to me!”

“woah, okay, calm do-“

“HOW THE HELL CAN I CALM DOWN? IT’S LIKE I’M LIVING WITH SOMEONE I DON’T KNOW, YOU DON’T TELL ME ANYTHING!”

“oh, I don’t know [name]! You’re screaming in my face right now, maybe that’s why!”

“THAT’S THE ONLY WAY I CAN BE HEARD BY YOU, DON’T YOU THINK THAT’S A BIT WEIRD, I HAVE TO SCREAM AT MY FIANCÉE BECAUSE HE JUST WON’T LISTEN.”

“YOU NEVER LET ME TALK, YOU JUST TURN IT INTO A BIG ARGUMENT.”

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TALK ABOUT ANYWAYS? YOU NEVER TALK TO ME, I BARELY EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUR FAVORITE DRINK IS, I HAD TO HEAR IT FROM ATSUSHI, ARE YOU KIDDING ME.”

your eyes were getting cloudier by the second, it was frustrating talking to him. Your throat felt like there was a lump of air stuck in the middle, your eyes hurt from the stinging tears that were forming. Your voice was cracking as you felt yourself about to break down

“IS THIS IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT? THE FACT THAT I CAN’T COMMUNICATE?! YOU’VE BEEN GOING FOR MY THROAT FOR THAT?!”

“I-I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU FOR MONTHS.. you never listen.”

“well, you ju- woah woah woah, [name]..?”

you broke out into violent sobs, you couldn’t keep on fighting, it was so exhausting just screaming all the time.

“hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down.. why did you suddenly start crying?”

when he asked you, you couldn’t stop weeping even more, everything was just building up and then you just let it all out. You were holding your chest while you cried, it felt like you just got a heart attack, well, at least that’s what it felt like, really, your heart was just shattered like it meant nothing to Dazai. He loved you, your sure he does, but lately it just feels like the more distant he seems, the more distant his loving embrace feels, the more colder it feels when he says “I love you”, like he’s forced to say it.

finally, your teary screams were reduced to nothing more than quiet sniffles, an occasional whimper here and there. You seemed composed enough to form a complete sentence, so Dazai asked you, in the softest tone he has

“why were you crying..?”

“…”

you looked at him, your eyes were wet and so were your cheeks, a red gradient formed around your eyes and nose from wailing so much. You looked around, not wanting to see his face, avoiding any eye contact. The room was so hushed, you could hear the pitter -patter of a bug if you wanted too. It’s no use, he probably wouldn’t leave until you told him.

“.. sometimes I feel like you don’t care about me enough to talk about your feelings, I just wish you would talk to me instead of making jokes, it makes me feel humiliated, like my feelings don’t matter, and then you get mad and argue with me when I don’t know how you feel!”

Dazai stayed silent, not knowing what to say, or even what to think.

“is that it? You’re not going to speak to me?”

silence again

“..okay, I’m just going to get some fresh air..”

the door slammed closed, Dazai was left there to soak in his own feelings. Honestly, the arguments before seemed minuscule compared to this one. He wasn’t a sensitive man, but everything felt so overwhelming, he couldn’t help but feel teardrops staining his cheeks. Dazai always took advantage of the relationship, ignoring your previous arguments, but now if he kept this up, he would lose you, and he’d have no one again.

-𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

cricket, cricket, cricket

that’s all you hear at night. At first, Dazai would keep you up with useless conversations about philosophy, to which you lightly punch his elbow, but now it just felt so lonely. Back to back, not looking at each other, laying in bed, you could never face each other after that, you’d have to deal with it tomorrow, but right now, you’re just tired of everything

[crheativity]

Hiii!!!! Just saw your 200 followers event and thought it was the cutest thing ever!! Could I request one of the Octavinelle guys at 6pm during a sunset maybe on the shore? I genuinely don’t care which one I love them all lol tyy (≧◡≦)

WARNINGS: I tried to write it slightly differently than I normally do, so I apologise if it doesn’t flow as well! Azul might be slightly OOC, sorry! Also, MC can raise one of their eyebrows. Idk if that’s a warning for most people but I literally can’t do that no matter how hard I try and it’d make me laugh if I read it, so I figured I’d put it here hehe. Also also mentions of drowning (It’s just Azul being dramatic dw nothing bad happens).

COMMENTS: Thank you so much!! I’m glad you like the event! I decided to go with Azul, he’s my favourite and by far the easiest for me to write hehe. I hope that’s okay! Sunset at the shore is so cute, it sounds like the perfect place for a confession!

Azul felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Somewhere, in the back of his brain, he was aware of the irony. Humans couldn’t normally breathe underwater, and yet he had no issue doing so. Yet here he was, sitting on the seashore with the most gorgeous sunset he’d ever seen, right next to his crush - you. You were bathed in the golden light, sitting comfortably on the sand, smiling at him so sweetly as the light hit you just so - he could’ve sworn it was a scene straight out of a painting. Heart pounding and so, so nervous, he guessed that this was what drowning felt like.

He just wanted to crawl into his octopus pot and hide.

“Wow… this sunset is really something, isn’t it?” You looked up and smiled at him. 

He blinked, willing his heart to calm down - or at the very least, let him regain his composure. “Ah- yes, it is.” 

The sunset was beautiful, yes, but try as he might, he couldn’t focus on it with you sitting next to him - and how close his hand was to yours.

You glanced up at him, evidently sensing something amiss. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yes, I suppose so.” He managed. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and glanced at you and oh. That didn’t help things at all. His heart stammered in his chest and he bit the side of his mouth to try and distract himself.

“You suppose?” You raised an eyebrow, and he internally cursed your adorable facial expressions. “Is something wrong?”

He gazed out at the sunset for a moment, taking in how beautiful it is, before turning to look at you. There was no doubt about it - you were far more breathtaking. Somewhere, his brain registered that this looked like a confession.

That thought alone had him clearing his throat and looking away, trying his hardest to hide his blush.

But what if you did confess? His thoughts nagged at him. This is the perfect place. What if you don’t get another opportunity?

He hesitated, doing his best to weigh up the pros and cons, even as his thoughts peer-pressured him into what he wanted.

Screw it.

“...There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…” He managed as he inched his hand closer to yours.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[kirisunshineboy]

𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 | 𝙣𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

☆ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: niragi suguru/fem! reader

☆ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: angst

☆ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION ‼️ this story includes mentions of rape, trauma, and overall is a mixture of angst, fear, and upsetting pity.

☆ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4,1K

☆ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: the reader is Niragi's partner and has been kidnapped by some thugs from The Beach, this is narrated from when Niragi rescues her and focuses mainly on how he deals with the reader's traumas that resulted from the rape and kidnapping.

☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: originally this wasn't going to be posted because it was a way to release my stress, but my tumblr account is inactive because of the block I have so I give you this four thousand plus word shit, don't be hard on me. And yes, there is a lot of Niragi ooc.

Remember that this has sensitive issues, nor do I say that they are treated in the best way, in fact. It is fiction and literally just comfort reading, Niragi for no reason would act like this and we all know it. With that said, enjoy! ♥︎ oh, and english isn't my first language!

The woman shrank in place when she heard the door to the room open. There were fluttering footsteps and she began to tremble believing that the men had come again to hurt her. At this point her notion of time was completely evaporated, she didn't know if she had been captured for only hours or long days. The only thing going through her head was the sickening feeling of being in her own skin and a deep sadness that bore a first and last name. Niragi Suguru.

When she had been kidnapped from Niragi's room at The Beach, she believed he would come to save her quickly. But now that hope was slowly fading between her whispers. What if he himself had offered her to such men? What if he didn't consider her important enough to seek her out? She was aware of the coveted position Niragi held in utopia, surely he had already taken another woman and forgotten her.

Tears fell from her eyes again, which were accompanied by groans of terror as footsteps stopped beside her. She heard a familiar voice whispering her name and thought she was going mad. Her blindfolded eyes wouldn't allow her to see anything, but she still mustered the courage to ask.

"Ni-niragi?" she sobbed with a thread of hope. She hoped her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. "Is that you?"

The guy next to her moved closer and got down to her level on the ground, she could hear choked gasps coming from his throat. When she got no response, she crawled to the nearest wall, what if it wasn't him?

The man approached her again and placed his hand over hers, being careful of the handcuffs that adorned them.

"Honey..."

She felt her body tremble in a mixture of relief and sadness. She could recognize that voice anywhere, and it sounded so real that it was impossible for her to be hallucinating.

She didn't have a chance to react when the man removed her blindfold and she could finally see him.

Niragi was in front of her, the real, flesh and blood one. She was so impressed that she wanted to touch him to check that she was not crazy. His face was full of sweat and his hair was disheveled, there was dried blood on his clothes and some drops were smeared on his cheeks. Niragi gave her a few minutes to process the image while holding her own emotions in her throat.

"Honey, finally... I was so worried" He broke the silence by letting the air escape from his lungs; relief flooded his features and he pulled her to him protectively. That's when she finally seemed to react and began to struggle to break free from his embrace with desperate cries.

"No! Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

Niragi loosened her grip with confusion crossing his face.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

She had never refused his touch and he didn't like that feeling. He was trying to control the anger that had begun to boil in the pit of his stomach: okay, he'd just gotten her back after weeks, he didn't want to be aggressive with her, but it definitely wasn't helping.

She hugged her knees and cowered in place with only the sound of her crying as an explanation for her attitude.

"Don't touch me... Not anymore... Please..."

Niragi's eyes opened wide as she began to understand. She was in shock and had mistaken him for one of her kidnappers. His chest shrunk in a feeling that made him feel weak.

"It's okay, it's me... Niragi. I'm here now, you're safe..."

She looked up at the sound of Niragi's name and stared at him for a few seconds until the tears in her eyes made it impossible for her to continue. Her posture seemed to relax and Niragi took it as a signal to approach cautiously. When he was at a close enough distance for her to recognize him, he opened his arms in anticipation of her approach.

The woman seemed to mull it over for a few moments before she began to crawl into Niragi's lap, stepping into his arms with palpable fear. Niragi began to embrace her slowly, giving her time to get used to it and allow contact. She grew tired of waiting and clung to his shirt, not caring about the sharp smell of blood wafting from him. She had missed him.

She had missed him so much.

And having him there felt unreal. She began to cry again, partly out of guilt for doubting him, and partly out of relief to be free of that hell at last. Niragi held her in his lap and began to make slow circles on her back to make her relax.

"It's over now, I'm here."

"I was so scared and-" her voice came out in a broken mewl that stabbed straight into Niragi's chest. "I thought you weren't coming..."

Niragi tensed his body-why wouldn't he go looking for her? It was his property after all. She was his responsibility. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't possibly leave her, wanted to scream at her that he was in monumental error, but he restrained himself. He realized that she was already broken enough without him coming along to ruin her further.

Instead, he stood up with her in his arms. "Let's get out of here, let's go home."

He felt her cling tighter to his body as he carried her to the car Hatter had lent him to leave.

When they finally arrived at The Beach, Niragi took her in his arms again and carried her to the hotel, crossing quickly between the hoards of people who looked at them with curiosity and surprise. When Niragi realized that she had been kidnapped, he spread the news like dust throughout the inhabitants of utopia, organizing search parties and threatening those who refused. That, of course, included Hatter. The man had simply decided to surrender and give him leeway to avoid conflict.

Niragi heard murmuring all around him and gave them a terrified look that silenced them. He advanced faster, feeling her nervous movements in his chest.

"Niragi." He heard Hatter's voice behind him and let out a growl.

"Easy sweetie, we'll be in the room in a moment." He whispered to her before turning around and facing Hatter with a grimace of displeasure on his face.

Hatter ignored the man's menacing aura and smiled with mock glee. "I see you succeeded, you found her!" he clapped his hands. "Is she all right? Look it only took you two weeks to hit on her, maybe if you had listened to Chishiya it would have been faster, don't you think?"

Niragi clenched his jaw. "Fuck off, Hatter. You and I both know that fucker's intentions weren't to find her, but to seek out more Gambling Arenas under that excuse."

Hatter's smile faltered. "The important thing is that she's here now, isn't she?" he looked Niragi up and down, wrinkling his nose. "Go take care of her or whatever, but I want you to stop by my Office to talk about the trouble you caused at The Beach," he turned around ready to return to his seats, where three half-naked women were waiting for him, but added, "That's an order, Niragi."

Niragi walked away from him quickly with his blood boiling with anger. If he stayed any longer he would be able to kill him, but he had to think of the frail woman he was carrying. He walked up to the room he had been assigned and closed the door behind him, making sure no one would disturb them. He laid the woman on the bed to find that she was already asleep. He thought about waking her up to at least change her tattered clothes, but she looked so tired he didn't have the will to do it. He wrapped her in the sheets and stroked her head lovingly.

How could they have done that to her, why to her? Guilt for not protecting her settled in him and he clenched his fists in indescribable annoyance. He searched the corners of the room for his rifle and headed for the door, but not before taking one last look at the woman sleeping in his bed. He made sure to padlock the door and ordered three of his men to guard the door and report any slightest trouble to him.

He needed to take his anger out on someone, and he had heard that many traitors were unleashed recently.

When she awoke, she found Niragi's heavy body beside her. He had apparently taken a bath, for his face was now bloodless and he was wearing different clothes. Niragi's arms were wrapped around her vehemently, as if she feared being snatched away. She rose carefully to disengage herself from his grip without waking him and when she succeeded she sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel pain climbing her bones. Her mind was foggy and she didn't remember the events of the previous day very well, she only knew she was in a safe place. She sighed before standing up and walked to the mirror next to the bed. The glass gave her back the image of a bruised body with torn clothes and a bruised face with traces of tears. New tears welled up and she realized she didn't even have the strength to mourn. The strength left her body and she collapsed to her knees on the floor, hugging herself.

The sound of the falling body woke Niragi, who jumped out of bed and began to frantically search the room for her. His gaze caught her in a corner on the floor and he approached cautiously.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked trying to deduce. His mind clicked quickly when he noticed how much she avoided looking at the mirror and he hurried to cover it with a sheet and then positioned himself next to her to hug her gently.

She shivered wildly as she feels Niragi's touch on her skin.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Apparently she was still in a state of shock. She made herself small instead and her posture became defensive. She didn't want to be touched, what if Niragi did that to her too?

Niragi looked at her with one hand on his chest. His voice came out soft and shaky, as gentle as he could. "Honey, I'm not- I'm not that kind of man.... I wouldn't do it, you're safe with me.... "

That apparently only increased her panic, she covered her head with her hands and began slapping the sides of her face as a resource to focus. She wanted to stop remembering, she wanted to stop being afraid of him.

When Niragi saw the action, he lunged at her to grab her wrists as gently as he could to stop her.

"Don't do that, please... "

He embraced her slowly, fighting against her resistance.

"You didn't protect me."

Niragi could play he heard the sound of his heart being crushed inside his chest at that whisper. "W-what?" he asked, hoping, nay, imploring, to have misheard.

"You didn't keep your word-"

She sounded disappointed and hurt, as if every word she said generated pain. Niragi didn't understand why she was so afraid of him until he felt it. The pain. Her eyes, the teeth mark, the bruise on her neck, the torn clothes with finger prints and tears... Niragi stood still, in complete silence with a look of terror on his face as for the first time he became aware of her injuries.

He rubbed his eyes to dispel the small tears of rage on his eyelashes and pulled her close to him in desperation. He began to kiss her head to the rhythm of the choked cries she was releasing into his chest.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry really... I failed you, it's my fault..."

Niragi decided that the ground was too cold a place for her frailty and lifted her up in his arms. She, still uncomfortable that someone touched her, allowed him to lift her up. Niragi settled her on the bed carefully, not wanting to hurt her further. Niragi's embrace was enough for her to start saying everything that hurt her.

"I was so afraid-" Her voice cut off. "He caught me and I didn't know what to do-"

Niragi listened to her very carefully. "Honey, you can say it, you don't have to keep it by yourself. They're already gone, I took care of it, they won't hurt you again, I promise."

She hiccupped and wiped her nose before continuing.

"He grabbed my hair and started kissing my neck..." Niragi noticed how she had trouble breathing and contracted, as if she was living it all over again. "He started rubbing against me and I felt so-so dirty..."

Niragi was totally annoyed to hear this, his voice became very low, burning with anger.

"Did he...did he touch you anywhere?" His eyes flashed with a look that was a combination of anger, disgust and revenge.

She nodded her head slowly and took a deep breath before speaking.

"He-he touched me" Her sobs broke into screams and spasms ran through her body. She leaned her body more against Niragi in search of comfort.

Niragi's heart began to pound so hard he was afraid of breaking, his voice was quite low and soft, which was very rare for Niragi, as he was angry.

"Where did he touch you, honey?... I have to know where he made you feel so dirty..."

She bit her lip and pointed her body away from him with her gaze, as if she was ashamed to be herself. "He said it was my fault, that I brought it on myself-"

Niragi clenched his fists as he saw red. Curses and screams of rage came out of his mouth. He wanted to revive those fuckers and kill them again in the cruelest way possible for hurting his property, his innocent girl. Her body turned to jelly after each scream, showing how terrified she was of Niragi's wrath.

"He said you wouldn't go, that you had abandoned me with him- He said I didn't deserve to be saved and that you wouldn't help me..."

"Oh honey, I swear I never stopped looking for you, really forgive me, it was all my fault..... " Niragi snuggled her hard to his chest. "You're safe now, I won't let anyone hurt you or come near you, I'll take care of you."

She breathed to calm herself, lulled by Niragi's breathing. Her body still felt sore and dirty, so she decided to ask.

"C-can I take a bath?"

Niragi nodded still in the embrace and broke away from her to carry her towards the bathroom. He set her down on the bowl while he turns on the tub faucet to get the water warm. When the bathtub was filled, Niragi pulled out a bag of a green substance from a medical kit and poured it into the water. "It will help lessen the pain," he assured her. "Don't try to move around so much, you need to recover first."

She said nothing and when the tub was ready, she stared at the floor. Niragi didn't understand what was going on or why she hadn't gotten into the water or undressed, until she saw the bruises.

"Honey... You will suffer more if you don't go into the bath... Please... The warm water will ease the pain and help you relax... Don't worry, I'm here, no one will hurt you again."

She shook her head and pulled the clothes tighter over her body, considering whether to tell him what she thinks or not. In the end, she decided yes.

"I don't want you to see me like this" she whispered.

Niragi heard a white noise in his ears and an itch in his nose. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry about it, do you think I'll be ashamed of you? I don't care about your injuries, I just want you to recover, okay? Please go into the bathroom..."

She thought about it for a few minutes before resigning herself. She looked at Niragi with glazed eyes before she started to take off her clothes. Only a large shirt and shorts that came to mid-thigh covered her.

She carefully took off her shirt. She wore nothing underneath. When she was finally free of the rag, she turns around to turn her back to Niragi. She didn't want him to see her. She stopped when her hands reached the spring of the shorts. She began to sob. She felt so sorry for herself that her hands shook and she decided to wait to remove the lower part, where she is more hurt.

Niragi didn't know what to do, seeing her in that state broke his heart, he realized that she doesn't want to be seen, but seeing her with the last traces of her clothes, and her sobbing, the feeling of helplessness, pain, and frustration fell on Niragi.

"Can you...can you let me...help you?"

She bit her lip, trembling at the thought of a man touching her again but swallowed her fear.

"Yes" she murmured with a broken voice. She felt her skin bristle as Niragi approached. He placed his hand on the garment and waited for the signal to pull it down. He received a nod and he, contrary to the man, did it carefully and gently, afraid of hurting her. She looked up and turned her head back to see Niragi's expression. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she realized how he avoided looking at her.

She broke away from him in embarrassment and reached with her hand for the cloth she wore as a shirt a few moments ago. She covered herself with the cloth, there where she was hurt the most. She felt a lump in her throat and a doubt began to form in her mind, spitting it out before she could feel safe again.

"I disgust you?"

Niragi felt stunned by the question. What actions of his had made her believe that this was a possibility, at least?

"What the hell are you talking about, why would I disgust you? Stop thinking it's your fault, I would never say that about you, least of all for something you're not even guilty of."

She ducked her head and removed the cloth covering her bruised nakedness from Niragi, letting him see the real damage she had on her body. Niragi could see that she was spasming.

Her body was replete from head to toe with hideous, purple bruises. On her arms there were finger marks and on her neck as well. Reddening on her breasts and even small cuts on her abdomen. Niragi was afraid to look lower and find the worst part, but he took courage and clenched his fists as he looked down to her legs. Her thighs were bruised more than the rest of her body. There were purple finger marks between them, right where they joined. Niragi also saw that there was a bite mark on her right thigh. His heart wept as he noticed the dried blood between them, proof of the man's mistreatment of her.

"It hurts so much" she sobbed with her legs shaking.

Niragi, in a wrathful fury, but without harming her, did not let her go, but rather, took her carefully in his arms and sat her down in the tub which was already full. She lay still in the tub, feeling the water soothe her wounds. She stayed in the same position, hugging her body with what strength she had left, covering it from the pitiful look Niragi gave her. He pulled away a little to remove his shirt and she let out a frightened whimper when she saw him do so.

"What are you going to do?" she asked quietly. Niragi didn't answer and walked over to her, stopping on the edge of the tub next to her. Niragi took a sponge and filled it with soap trying to tell her that he took off his shirt so as not to get it wet. With the sponge, soap and warm water, he began to clean the bruises and all her wounds being as careful as possible not to keep hurting her and cause her more pain. He brought his hand up to her head and massaged it to relax it under his touch.

She dozed with Niragi's caress on her hair, realizing she was more tired than she wanted to admit. She let herself do it, letting Niragi go over her top with the sponge. Niragi was very careful to clean her chest so as not to make her uncomfortable. When her torso and arms were clean, Niragi began to work the sponge down toward her legs and the private space between them.

She became alert and forgot her tiredness when she felt the strange hand brush against her thigh. She started screaming with panic on her face.

"NO! LEAVE ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she began to move her hands aggressively and splash water all over the bathroom "NIRAGI! HELP ME PLEASE! I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN AGAIN!"

She was in a trance, mentally going back to the moment of her abuse, not recognizing the place where she was or the man crying in front of her. Soon her energy plummeted and her cries were uttered in soft sobs.  "Please... Please..."

Niragi, frightened, put down the sponge then bent over completely, and, with a great effort, lifted her by the waist and placed her over the edge of the tub, hugging her to soothe her in his arms. He did not separate until he saw that she could breathe again and gently, he covered her so that she was not naked.

She wrapped her arms around Niragi and squeezed him tightly. After a few minutes she seemed to react and slowly pulled away from him, avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry" her voice sounds hurt and deeply regretful. She doesn't know what she did, but she knows it's wrong and that it hurt Niragi. He strokes her head to comfort her.

"Honey, it's okay. Please...let me clean you...I want to heal you...I want to clean you from everything you suffered with that monster..."

She sat back down inside the tub and began to play with the water, trying to ignore the fact that she was going to be touched again. Niragi picked up the sponge again and put more soap on it. She held onto the edge of the tub to support her fear as Niragi gently took one of her legs and began to gently clean the blood from her. He repeated the action on the other leg and when he finished, he watched her eyes in anticipation of her permission to clean the space between her thighs.

Niragi's insides contracted at the sight of the blood, bruises and wounds that had

"I... please, please, can I... please clean you...?"

The woman watched him for a few seconds and complied, spreading her legs slightly. Niragi took a breath and she closed her eyes tightly so as not to see him approach, but she did not move. Niragi listened as she started humming a song to calm herself. Her lip's quivering, waiting for Niragi's touch.

When he finished cleaning her, she opened her eyes and began to play with the water silently, concentrating on the movement of the liquid inside the tub.

"I'm cold," she said after a few minutes. 

Then she said nothing, too tired to speak. Niragi took the towel he had prepared earlier and wrapped her in it, leaving the bathroom carrying her in his arms. He laid her on the bed while he searched the drawers for a change of clothes for her. He hurried when he heard her sneeze.

Niragi helped her dress quickly. She barely and barely stayed awake. Niragi took a blanket and covered their bodies as he hugged her. She reciprocated the touch by leaning against his chest gently.

Niragi stayed around her as much as possible, covering her with the blanket to keep her warm during this difficult time for her, until she realized that she had fallen asleep, and, from one moment to the next, had fallen into a calm, serene and relaxed state. Niragi let the flicker of a smile show on his face as he concluded that it was her first peaceful night in a long time.

And he would see to it that he would bring her many more.

[radioiaci]

@infernal-blaze ⧐ Hi, yes. Pascall, you are genuinely one of the best writers I have ever seen. I don't typically read threads I'm not apart of, but I read most of the stuff you write. You have such a way with words that never ceases to amaze me. The way you portray Alastor is just so spot on and perfect! The fact that I get to write with you and be your friend is truly such a honor. You are my favorite Alastor and always will be! 💙 @sashybash ⧐ I really enjoy your portrayal of Alastor and seeing your threads gives me a lot of dopamine! I'm low key stalking a couple of them. Hehehehe <3 @heliacalxrising ⧐ You are an amazing writer, and your Alastor has so many different layers to him! I genuinely enjoy writing with you, I love developing this little fucked up storyline between Alastor and Lucifer, I can't wait to see how it unfolds. I hope you're doing okay; make sure you're eating and drinking, take meds if you need any, and sometimes doing Floor Time -- laying flat on the floor -- helps to make the world stop spinning a bit. I highly recommend it lol OOC ASKS.

I SAVED THESE FOR WHEN I WAS FEELING BETTER because I wanted to hold onto them, but thank you guys for the very kind words! Also shoutout to @sirserpentine, @ducktastic-dad, and @radiiosugars who also reached out to send me some lovely words as well, I'm SMOOCHIN' YOU ALL (unless you would prefer hugs or handshakes, then I am doing that instead). ♥ You are all very PRECIOUS TO MEEEE. And you definitely made me feel better when I was feelin' a lil insecure about my writes. I LOVE Y'ALL.

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ ♥ Anon Love ⌟ ―― Personal OOC answers ► 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂   𝙊𝙐𝙏 = ❝ [ NEW MUN ]:     for the mun to talk about a recent new mutual they’ve begun to follow, why they followed them, what drew them to their blog, etc. (times 3 cause got 3 anons for this smae question) ���

okay, let's see, everyone else I have been following for pretty much the exact same time now XD sooo, who should I pick.

Okay, I'm going to do three people, because I want to give them shoutouts because I found all them from one person.

First one first, is @legendscried. I was honestly kind of worried to react out. You know, new muse, new fandom, not sure how to really 'get into it' without seeming like the new kid. But Corvin was an absolute sweetheart. If not for him, I might not even have wound up finding all these people I write with now! But I followed them really for all their arcane muses, I just want to immerse Caitlyn with everyone. But the one ship that really came about was Caitlyn and Jayce. These two are like kindred souls, they are siblings by choice and just jdkfl;asjkfld;sa So I literally just, cannot say enough about these two and the fact that Corvin gave me a chance <3 And because of Corvin it leads to the two people below.

One is @misstantabismuses . I originally followed Miss T after I created Caitlyn about a month or so ago. I was brand new to the fandom, only had maybe… 2 people who wrote in Arcane (My friend convinced me to write and I just got sucked in) and so I went on a bit of a search to find people who also wrote in it after following Corvin. I followed Miss T originally for the in depth concepts and designs of her Zaun. No lie, this literally had me scampering up a wall, screaming, with so much joy and hoping not to sound like a crazy fangirl because I'm all about in depth development not just about a character but also because the surroundings/lifestyle/homeland also influences a character.

So the fact that Miss T goes absolute in depth into these thoughts and ideas and I can literally do the same with her! Omg, I can't tell you HOW excited I was to get to do this with someone. And It really reflects how much they love their muses.

And then that leads me to @independentzaun . Melis is an absolute sweetheart, and I originally wasn't sure if I should follow her blog, not because of anything but I was like 'do they want to write with me?? I'm not to spastic am I?!' But then I hit the follow button and got a follow back and I was just, another fangirl moment going 'she wants to write with me hearteyes. Again, I'm about following arcane blogs so I can write caitlyn with any muses. She and I have developed so many AUs, including one where Jinx and Caitlyn are half sisters, to Caitlyn and Sevika actually being partners and working together!!! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! Its been such a joy to write with her, and I literally can't wait to explore more things with her!

[mythvoiced]

-. this is the only thing i think about ever

[swanimagines]

ACCIDENTAL KISS [PART II]

PART I

Due to popular demand, I ended up doing it ♥

Tagging those who wished for it: @montsepliego @niammain @mindofasupernova + an anon

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

A/N: I love writing for Kaz but seriously, try to find a gif where Kaz doesn't look like he's gonna kill you for mistaking him as Zolin... :D Also I really hope you like it, I worked on this for several hours since I'm not good at part 2's and they're always a struggle and this was not an exception, but the only thing that made me keep going was that I wanted to write this, for the first time ever I wanted to write a part 2 here.

Warnings: Kaz is a bit OOC, also this came out to be longer than intended XD

Word count: 1,784 :)))

The next morning at the Slat was something you had been dreading all night, barely getting enough sleep, waking up all the time to look at the time, sighing in relief each time when you realized you could sleep a while longer. That you didn’t have to go down, that you didn’t have to meet Kaz.

You would have given anything for having Inej’s skills and just jump out of the window and jump across roofs, have your breakfast at some cafe. But you weren’t like her, so if you didn’t want to starve and pee yourself, you’d have to exit your room at some point.

You could ask Jesper or Inej to distract Kaz so you’d be able to come down, but you knew it would be childish and Kaz most likely would know why he’s being distracted. Even though knowing him, he was embarrassed too. Having you kiss him in front of everyone was surely something he considered a “weakness”. Affection and love is a weakness, and yet there you had been, demonstrating it on him.

Zolin sat across from you on your armchair, fiddling with his fingers as you had buried yourself under your blanket, fully aware that there was someone sitting beside your bed.

Your brother had come up to your room as soon as he woke up the next morning after the incident. His head hurt due to a mild hangover, but he knew you needed someone to talk to on that moment, even if it was him, who didn’t approve your crush on Kaz. He probably should have knocked or at least tell you it was just him, but he didn’t want to rush you to wake up.

After a while of him just sitting there, you finally dared to come out and peer at him over the sheet. You looked like you expected the whole club standing there and sighed audibly when it was just Zolin, and your door was closed.

“Hey,” you groggily said, slowly sitting up. “What’s up?”

Zolin offered you a slight smile as an answer. “I shouldn’t have drank so much.”

“I told you.” you chuckled. “Uh…”

“Nobody talks about it. It was just a kiss on his cheek. I understand you feel mortified by it, but-”

You groaned. “No, Zolin. You don’t understand. Kaz doesn’t like being touched. Like at all. He’s… afraid of touching.” you mumbled and leaned against your bed frame. “And I made myself looking like an idiot.”

“He probably knows you thought he was me. He knows we’re close and affectionate towards each other.”

“If it was the whole case, I’d just had apologized and left the scene, maybe fake-laugh about it a little to make them forget about it, but…” you pressed your lips to a tight line, contemplating if you you should say more. He would never leave you alone if you confessed your biggest mistake. But as Zolin tilted his head to wordlessly ask you to elaborate, you gave in. “Don’t you dare laugh, but I accidentally confessed my crush for him.”

Zolin fell silent, looking at his feet. “Oh.”

You both were silent for a bit, but then you saw Zolin holding back a grin.

“I just told you not to laugh! It’s not funny!” you exclaimed and he shot his gaze on you, pressing his lips together but you could see how much he wanted to laugh at you.

“Nope, not at all.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “You can’t even decipher my agony with this.”

“Nope, I can’t. You just… reminded me of how Dena and I met.”

“Not. Comparable. Stop it.”

“Yeah, okay.” he smiled. “But these times I really understand why we’re siblings.”

You really wanted to punch him right now, and Zolin seemed to notice it too, so he grinned at you one last time before hurrying out from your room.

---

“Well, aren’t you going to talk to them?” Jesper asked as he watched Kaz staring down at your usual spot where you always sat, but it being empty. You were clearly avoiding him, you always were on breakfast on time. Kaz just glared at his friend.

“What’s there to talk about?” he shook his head as he finally started to cut his sunny side up sandwich to pieces.

“Well, considering that Y/N confessed they like you and you like-”

“Don’t push it.” Kaz interrupted, sending Jesper another glare. “In a place like this, as people like we are, such feelings are dangerous. Besides, I don’t like Y/N. They’re a good addition to Dregs, but I don’t have such feelings for them.”

Jesper smirked, but tried to hide it with looking away. “Yeah, sure. And you blushed-”

“I didn’t blush.”

Jesper threw his hands towards the roof. “Whatever you say. But Y/N probably thinks you’re mad at them. You know, they know about...” Jesper gestured to Kaz’s body.

Kaz closed his eyes, knowing Jesper was right. You were one of the few people who really respected his boundaries, who knew what touch did to him, why he wants to avoid touch in all situations. Why he wore his gloves, that he wouldn’t have to accidentally brush hands with anyone. And that kiss had momentarily taken him back to the sea, but he knew that wasn’t your purpose, and it wasn’t your fault. You would never touch him like that without permission, and he was fairly sure you would ensure it a dozen times even if he asked for it. You had always been respectful and maybe that’s why Kaz had developed feelings for you. He didn’t admit it to anyone, of course, not even himself, but he knew it. He wanted you to be his. His heart rate spiked up every time he saw someone else flirting with you, and it wasn’t normal for someone who he’d think of as a friend. Just a friend.

“I’ll talk to them later.”

---

Now there you were, sitting on your bed with a book, Kaz standing at the doorway after you had told the knocker that the door is open. You had expected it to be Zolin again, or Jesper or Inej. But not Kaz. You didn’t think he’d ever again talk to you. You felt like you had embarrassed not only yourself, but him too.

After your first shock, you quickly put your book aside and stood up, but Kaz gestured you to sit back down.

“We should talk.” he told you, and you nodded, gesturing towards your armchair.

He made his way to you, carefully sitting down and you looked down in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” you mumbled, not bearing to look at Kaz. “I- I thought you were Zolin. I should have looked twice. I-”

“Did you mean it?” Kaz interrupted you.

You furrowed your brows and finally made yourself to have an eye contact. “What? The kiss? No, of course not, I thought that you’re Zolin-”

Kaz shook his head slightly. “No. You said that you have feelings for me.”

You were sure that all the blood in your body decided to have a party on your face, as you immediately felt yourself feeling hot. Your sweating alone would have given it away, but you didn’t want to lie to Kaz anyway.

“Yes.” you squeaked and swallowed. “But I acknowledge that you don’t have feelings for me and even if you did, it would be dangerous. I know that we don’t have a chance together in any case. And I accept it. I just… have to make my way past it.”

Kaz squinted his eyes at you a bit and you were sure that you saw his lips twitch upwards slightly in amusement. You just stared back at him, waiting what he’d have to say.

He leaned back on your chair, looking to his side. “I expected you to have breakfast with me and Jesper at the morning. I know why you didn’t come, but I still…” he interrupted himself from saying more, before he took in a deep sigh. “I care about you, Y/N. And I won’t lie, that kiss made me go back to...” he silenced himself, and you understood.

“I know. I’m sorry. And I know you care about us. You always act like you don’t, but I know you do. You just don’t show it.” you nodded, but Kaz shook his head again, and now his eyes were glued on the pile of books you kept at the side of your bed. He didn’t want to show too much of how he felt, so he didn’t have an eye contact. He always did this when he opened up his heart and deepest thoughts.

“It’s different with you. I care about you more than I care about Inej or Jesper. And I care about you in a different way.” he muttered and your eyes widened. He fixed his composure again, and turned to look straight into your eyes again. “But you’re right. It would be too dangerous.”

“Kaz…” you swallowed, you definitely were not expecting this. You had a temptation to touch his gloved hand, even brush it just slightly to show even the slightest bit of affection, but you told yourself not to do that.

Kaz noticed you staring at his hands gripped around his cane, and knew what you were thinking. Sighing, he reached forward, barely brushing the side of your face with the tips of his glove. He hadn’t shown any affection to anyone since childhood, at least not like this. But he wanted you to know that he’s serious, that he wasn’t saying those things just because you had just confessed you have feelings for him. You had known each other for years, and Kaz had known you were going to be someone special the moment he met you. You knew about his past and his fears, sometimes it felt like you knew him better than he knew himself, helping him when he got panic attacks, knowing just what to do and how to calm him down. You were one of the first people who had learned to recognize his attacks. He treasured you more than anyone else in the whole world, and one day he wanted to hold you, touch you without his gloves, let your skins brush together.

But he couldn’t, and you understood it. That’s why feeling him through his gloves and him feeling you was equal to him giving you a kiss. That’s when you knew he really cared about you the same way you cared about him.

And that’s when you both knew it - you’d be able to overcome anything, given enough time.

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[manikas-whims]

Her concern; His Promise

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When Vin Jin returns from the so-called Circus of the Workers 2nd Affiliate, he is greeted by Mary Kim, who immediately decides to fix his hair. As they talk, their conversation stirs towards an argument.. just a small argument and make up moment between these two, whilst Mary cuts Vin's hair.

-> Dedicated to my friend who has somehow got me invested in this ship and requested I write a fic for them. Hope it isn't too OOC cuz I actually re-read their chapters to write them better. And hope you guys like it as much as my friend did ♥

“Sit straight!”

The command made his lips stretch into an irritating grin. Vin Jin knew how easy it was to annoy Mary Kim, especially if he was the instigator of said annoyance. He tilted his head, causing a very furious Mary to grab it and make him face the small mirror in front of him.

As soon as he had returned from his unwanted participation in Daniel Park and his friends' fight against Workers 2nd Affiliate, he was welcomed by Mary's scolding. She had practically dragged him inside their shared apartment, complaining about his month-long retreat into the mountains and how awful it had made his hair.

Now he sat in a plastic chair in the bathroom, his sunglasses discarded and left on the basin's counter. He stared at his reflection, the mismatched anomaly that was his irises as she furiously resumed combing through his thick mane, snapping a pair of scissors here and there in hopes of fashioning his hair to a reasonable length.

“Move again and I'll cut your throat with these damned scissors.” She warned.

“Wow..” he feigned a hurt expression, “I come back all bruised up and my hair is all that you care about.”

She raised a brow in disgust. “Not like you care much about me either.”

“Says who?” He asked, feeling genuine irritation prick his mind at her response.

She continued cutting his locks as if she hadn't heard a word.

“Says who?” He repeated, watching her lips press into an angry line.

“Mary Kim.”

She huffed, slamming the scissors loudly on the counter. “If you cared about me at all, you wouldn't be getting your ass into every stupid fight!”

“Well, it's just as you say! They're stupid fights! Nothing to get so heated over!”

“Those stupid fights lead to your ban from the judo team!”

“Doesn't matter. I'm gonna be a rapper, remember?”

“Then why did you go after Daniel Park!?”

“To teach that punk a lesson!”

“Well, I didn't follow you to Seoul for this!”

“I never asked you to follow me!”

The room went silent.

Gone was his burning irritation and in its place, a cold, heavy regret settled.

“Mar—”

He grimaced at the scratchy noise of his chair being forcefully turned around, a dainty palm already poised to slap him. But before her hand could strike his cheek, he effortlessly blocked the action with his own palm.

“Apologize.” She spoke softly; He felt her palm shaking against his own. “Apologize you damn thug!”

“I..” He tilted his face up to look at her, black and gray irises meeting her dark blue pools.

Being the kind of person he was, it was hard for him to apologize. Yet he uttered the words anyway. “I'm sorry, okay?”

She scoffed bitterly.

Then he added the words she needed to hear the most. The words he truly meant. “I won't say that ever again.”

She averted her eyes, retreating her hand back to her side, and picked up the scissors from where she had left them. “Of course you won't.”

He gritted his teeth. She had gone back to trimming his hair, skillfully avoiding looking directly into his eyes. He knew his dislike for Daniel Park or Vasco or anyone at J High was the least of her concerns. He knew his fights against the Four Major Crews weren't the reason behind her anger. Fighting had nothing to do with their current argument at all. It was fear. Fear of seeing him getting too carried away during a fight. Fear of him losing himself in it. Fear of him committing another grave, irrevocable mistake.

He sat patiently, waiting for her to be done with the task at hand and also to allow her a few moments with herself. To let her calm down and collect her head.

When she was finally done, she took his face between her palms and turned his face this way and that, quietly examining the results of her hour-long struggle. Yet never once did her eyes fall upon his own. Sighing, he grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled them down gently, clasping their palms together instead.

“It won't happen ever again.” He promised. I won't kill anyone ever again.

When she didn't respond, he joked, “Don't you trust me?”

She yanked her wrists from his grasp and punched his chest. Once. Twice. Five more times to let her frustrations out. Her face was lowered so as to obscure her expression but Vin was sure of the small smile lighting her lips. She did. She trusted him enough to accompany him to Seoul. She chose to stick by his side, just like he did for her.

“Idiot.” She mumbled at last. “I do trust you. You just make it so hard.”

He couldn't help himself from smiling back, relieved and thankful to have someone as concerned and kind in his life.

“Ohho!? Am I dreaming or has Mary Kim actually forgiven me?” He jokingly put a hand over his heart, hoping to liven up the mood a little.

“Not so fast!” She crossed her arms and spoke. “You're treating us to dinner tonight.”

She fixed a Chanel bandana in her wavy blond hair and left the washroom, expecting him to follow. He grinned before picking up his sunglasses from the counter and running after her.

“Okay but first let's go to the arcade.”

[crheativity]

SUMMARY: It's wintertime again in Wonderland. You would've killed for a jacket, a jumper, a scarf - anything. Luckily, your crush, Deuce Spade, has your back.

WARNINGS: Ace is a jealous lil crap but that's about it!! Also maybe slightly ooc Deuce? I tried to write him as not realising he was doing something cute and then o///o when he realised, haha

COMMENTS: Blushy boy supremacy!!

The frigid air nipped at your skin as you walked across the school grounds, heading towards your first class of the day. It was too cold for your light jacket to do much help, and you'd been too busy with all the work Crowley dumped on you to take your usual shifts at Sam's shop.

Basically, you were stuck in the freezing cold.

You breathed into your hands, desperately trying to warm them up before your fingers froze off.

"You okay?" Deuce asked.

You looked up and smiled, feeling your heart start to speed up. "Yeah, just cold."

Ever since you'd met, Deuce had always been kind to you, and you'd become close friends. You can't help wanting there to be more than friendship between you both, especially seeing how empathetic and kind he was.

Your crush smiled at you and started unwrapping the long scarf around his neck. He took your hand and pulled you closer, just enough to wrap the scarf around your neck as well. You took a sharp intake of breath as you registered how close he suddenly was.

For the first time this morning, you were thankful that it was so cold; the freezing temperatures hid the blush rapidly spreading across your face.

"We should get going before we're late." He gestured for you to walk with him and together you made your way slowly towards campus.

♥ - ♥ - ♥

"Eww! Gross, save your couple-y stuff for private, you two." Ace rolled his eyes as you walked into the classroom.

Your face immediately erupted in flames again and you started unraveling the scarf from around your neck, avoiding eye contact with either of them. Your heart still pounded in your ears as you took a seat, a little further away from your two friends than usual.

Little did you know, Deuce was doing the exact same thing.

Ace sighed, sitting in the middle. "why am I always the freaking third wheel...?"

♥ Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed it!! ♥