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nitewrighter · 1 month ago

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Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part Three: I Got Better

Part One

Part Two

Hey thanks for getting the next round, man. 'Preciate you.

I've tried writing this part down, you know. Every couple decades or so I get the urge, say "I'm gonna do it right," get a journal or typewriter or laptop or whatever they're using, try it out for a couple pages... then I drop off. Then I get guilty for dropping off because... I mean Snow taught me to read, right? So if there's anything I should be doing to repay that then...

But I mean--Trolls, look, we're an oral-tradition based culture anyway, okay? The closest thing we had to a writing system is this... kind of Ogham-ish tally language that doesn't distinguish the alphabetical from numerical very strongly that was mostly used for outlining lineages and territories. And we can read rocks, obviously. We can look at a rock and we can tell you where that rock has been or how it used to be a much bigger rock or how it's actually a lot of little rocks mashed together but that's not really a language.

I'm getting sidetracked. Where was I? Snow and the Prince.

Okay. Bloody nose. Probably broken nose. Snow's leading the Prince through the castle, and this is the part where, if Snow were telling this, she would throw in something flowery about the way he gripped her hand or the way the light from the windows passed over his face, or the way her own brain was a scramble of 'You can't trust this guy, this is the queen's cup-bearer, he's done fuck all to try and connect with you before this, why would he try now? This has to be a ploy from the Queen." But then that thought gets interrupted by overwhelming pity for the guy, but then that pity gets interrupted by feeling bad for pitying him, because he's a whole-ass person with dignity or whatever. It all sounds very exhausting, this pure-of-heart thing. She brings him down to this spooky-ass alchemy lab and he's like, "Are we... allowed here??"

And she goes, "Sure, the Queen taught me all kinds of stuff down here when I was younger."

And this is when the Prince makes an 'Oh shit' face and she catches herself saying, "Oh, nothing bad! Like, we did great with the basics, but then we moved on to poisons, but then everything I made kept... burning or percolating into medicines, and she screamed at me over and over again every time my poisons turned into... the opposite of poison... and eventually she just gave up. Anyway, I've got a leopard's bane compound around here for the swelling....Should probably also find something for the pain--how's the pain?"

"It's... there?" Prince Damp Kingdom says awkwardly, "You know, you haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"Why you're on edge?"

"Oh. Well, Queen wants to kill me."

"Wh--"

Snow plucks a vial from a crowded shelf, uncorks and sniffs it. "Oh, this'll work," she holds the vial toward him, "Put this under your tongue?"

"W-what is it?"

"It's... kind of complicated. It's rotten sugar and ground up seashells and this one herb that's been steeped in vinegar for a week and a bunch of other little things."

The prince makes a face again but Snow---and this is another part of Snow that to this day scares the shit out of me--Snow just flutters her eyelashes and goes, "If you don't want it, though..."

And knee-jerk the prince takes the vial from her and goes, "No, thank you--I mean, yes. I'll..." he glances at the vial and then back at her, "Thank you."

And yeah, you could argue that the prince is the kind of guy who would let his Bushwick girlfriend cut his hair and then pretend it looks great when it looks like shit for like three weeks after. But Snow is not a girlfriend from Bushwick. Snow is a Fae Weapon Forged in a Human Womb. Snow is the heart of the Evil Queen wrapped in new flesh and made pure. Snow is holiness and magic. Snow is a Miracle and a Curse. Again, Princess-Messiah.

So like, if you're hearing this from my perspective, you're probably wondering why she's spending so much time with a dude who doesn't have a lot going for him beyond being pretty and harp-playing. But y'know, I've already told you that Fae have complex and have esoteric notions of attraction, and that Snow knew things and saw things that both fae and human couldn't. She's just also... crazy convincing over the stupidest, smallest stuff, which is how the Prince found himself putting something that he didn't even know what the hell it was under his tongue and immediately making a face at this horrible honey-bitter-chemical taste before squinting for a few seconds and feeling his shoulders relax along with a slight tingling buzz relieving the ache of swelling in his face.

"Why do you think the queen's going to kill you?" it's possible Snow's medicine loosened his tongue as well as his shoulders.

"I didn't say she's going to kill me, I said she wants to kill me. If she could kill me, she would have done it already."

"So you can't... die?"

"I can die. Why wouldn't I be able to die?"

"I don't know. This is a lot right now. We don't talk much."

"Why is that?" Snow tilts her head.

The Prince gulps, already higher for this than he wants to be. "It... hurts to look at you, sometimes," he mutters, not meeting her eyes. Her thick black lashes squint and those red lips of hers hitch off to one side and he tries to clarify himself, "Not that you're not pretty--I didn't mean that in a 'You're not pretty' way, because you are... t-terrifyingly pretty, but when I look at you, all I can think of is... how... I've never done anything."

"I think you're selling yourself a bit short," Snow says kindly.

"But that's the other terrifying thing. I'm--I'm also scared of what kind of person I'd become just by being close to you. The world changes for you, I mean even right now, I'm saying so much more than I would ever normally, sanely say and--and what did you give me? What did I just put in my mouth just now?"

"Rotten sugar, ground up seashells, leopard's bane soaked in vinegar for a week--" Snow is counting on her fingers.

"But what does it do?!"

"It's for your nose--which I am still very sorry for, by the way."

"And I'm trying to find out something about you--I want to help you, but you just-just-- shimmer out of it! Why does the Queen want to kill you? This is the third time I've asked you that!"

"That's not the third time you've asked me that. First you asked why I'm on edge, then you asked why I think the Queen's going to kill me, which basically implied that you don't believe--"

"Princess," he bites the word between his teeth with frustration and she blinks, wondering if she's finally managed to find whatever iron is in him, before those thick black lashes lower.

"I think... because of what you just said. Because the world changes for me," she pauses for a few moments and her shoulders sink, "It scares me too. The changing. You stayed away because you thought I'd change you?"

"You can't tell that you're changing me now?"

"We don't talk much," Snow smiles sadly.

There's an awkward pause, then, and they both look away from each other. Fucking teenagers, yeesh. But then Snow seems to remember herself and says, "You really shouldn't be standing this long--with both the drug and the blood loss you could get dizzy so--"

They both flinch at the sound of a voice bouncing off the stone from the turret staircase. From the castle undercroft. They both recognize the powerful, elegant timbre. The Evil Queen.

"We should go," Prince Damp Kingdom says on reflex, all of the truth drawn up out of him shriveling up and dying like velella washed up on a beach, before saying, "Princess--Snow!"

But Snow's already pacing forward, shoulders stiff, gripping her skirts with white knuckles and the prince hopes she's going upstairs, but nope! Downstairs. And he curses in a very unprincely way under his breath before hustling after her, head now swimming from whatever the hell she dosed him with and his own movement.

He follows her down the turret stairs and into the castle undercroft, which is lit by some extremely unsettling purple-teal flames in the approximate spots where torch sconces should be, and they can hear the Evil Queen speaking, her voice echoing through the undercroft, though they can't make out the exact words. The prince gets a shudder at the back of his neck because there was this same draw, this same hook as when he was following the sound of Snow's voice when she sang at the well. Something something air and darkness, that was all the prince could make out, before Snow abruptly turns (maybe she could hear more sharply than him), and both find themselves looking into what may have been some kind of... mini-chapel for when the castle was under siege and human christians had to do human christian shit on account of the siege and everyone was probably going to die or something. Except there was definitely no Christian god for what was going on in that space now, I'll tell you that much. Instead, you have the queen standing in front of a circular plane of glass, as wide as both her arms spread out to her sides--and they can tell that because her arms are fully spread out, and she's saying,

"Mirror mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

And like, this is the horror movie part where any sensible person would be saying, "I should get the fuck out of here, that's what I should do" but again, we are dealing with FUCKING TEENAGERS so of course Snow and the Prince are both hiding behind a column watching the Evil Queen commune with some cosmic horror shit.

And like, the thing is, at first the Queen is just talking to her own reflection.

But then her reflection suddenly digs its fingers to its hairline and peels its whole front off, peels the goddamn image off the queen off like one of those Korean beauty masks, but in that same motion, it's like a layer of the glass itself is being peeled off as well, and before the evil queen stands a roughly her-shaped figure of green flames.

"Our dearest betrayer, our loveliest entertainment," the figure in green flames coos, "Must you call us on such tedious matters?"

And the Evil Queen just says again, more insistently this time,

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

"You ask and ask and ask, beloved," the Mirror answers back, "What have you done to change things this time, hmm? Some new potion? Another felled king?"

The evil queen's breath hitches, but she steels herself before saying once more,

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Who, in this land, is fairest of all?"

The green flame figure huffs. "Ugh, so BORING--though know we're only answering because your reaction is the most entertaining part of these little chats." The green flame figure seizes and abruptly gets swallowed up by shadowed dampness, revealing itself as Mosscloak.

"You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But Snow-White is a thousand times fairer than you."

But suddenly two green flame eyes burn in the shadows of Mosscloak's hood.

"You act as if she is a weapon against you by her own will,

That she is not the product of your actions.

That she is not your heart. "

The Queen doesn't seem to react, but Snow suddenly winces next to the Prince, her head bowing, her features scrunching as if holding back a sob.

"Snow?" his name leaves him barely audible as a puff of breath.

"You need to go," Snow is suppressing the whimper in her own voice, like there's a tidal wave of grief inside her surging up, fingernails scraping against the stone of the column.

"Not without you--" the Prince starts.

"Now," she flicks those dark eyes to him and before he can even comprehend his own free will in the situation, he's zipping up the stairs, and she can feel his will screaming against her. He's supposed to be scooping her up in his arms and taking her with him, or sprinting toward the Queen screaming with a dagger, or something, but no, Snow is sending him away because he's safest if he doesn't have the Queen's attention.

"Show her to me," the Queen says, her voice thick.

The mirror abruptly morphs to show a scarlet net studded with pearls against jet-black hair. This mass of hair is facing a mirror, which is showing a scarlet net studded with pearls against jet black hair, looking at a mirror at the far end of the rom. The mirror in the mirror in the mirror is displaying a mess of black hair studded with pearls facing a mirror--

Snow realizes she's looking at the back of her own head in the Magic Mirror, and because she is looking at the mirror, the mirror is looking at itself. Her head swings around to see... nothing. There's nothing there and yet it can see her. Her jaw opens and quivers with unspoken, terrified words before she finally manages to force her brain signals down to her legs again. She hauls up her skirts in bunches and sprints up the turret stairs after the prince.

...Oh look at that. I finished this pint. Now, I could go home, or... I could tell the next part of the story if someone got me another pint of 'Literally Just Wet Hops' IPA. Decisions, decisions.

#Snow White

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weebsinstash · 2 months ago

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I know it's already canon that Alastor will swear or talk mad shit when he's mad or hyping himself up but I'm a fan of "yandere Alastor straight up drops the f bomb at something kind of small and innocuous that makes him insanely jealous when it involves you". Just completely loses his cool REAL fast.

Him just reacting very, uh, 'intensely' almost out of nowhere the second he thinks you are being threatened or taken away from him somehow

You're just a cute little Sinner staying at the Hotel and he's kept you company more than once while you've wept about being dead and crying into your drink, spilling all sorts of personal secrets and trauma to him while drinking until you've got yourself so messed up he has to help you back to your room and tucks you in to bed, even bringing you hangover medicine and wagging a finger about how "he better make sure you don't go too far next time" (but he will, if it keeps you talking, if it keeps you vulnerable and sobbing as you hug him for support)

Then one day he's walking around to and fro in the Hotel, unable to find you, until Angel drops, "oh yeah, they're hanging out with some guy i think" and Alastor's neck does that thing where it just SNAPS in an unnatural angle to look at someone, even twisting around in the opposite direction his body is facing, "what did you just say?"

"Uh, yeah, they made a new friend at some bar, went to hang out with em somewhere"

You're just out on the town with a completely platonic friend and you two are hanging out completely innocently until you suddenly get this... indescribable BAD feeling wash over you and you're compelled to check your surroundings just in time to see Alastor approaching with his usual smile all too STRAINED, a glare in his eyes as he walks right up to your male friend, "and who are YOU supposed to be?"

You're used to seeing him as such a relatively composed person if not a bit of a troll and here he's just, OUTRIGHT pissed. You try to intervene and ask him what's wrong and he brushes you off, "not now, my dear, I'm talking to this, CRETIN right here" and continues to let himself tower over your friend until the guy's basically pissing himself as Alastor growls, "if you don't get the FUCK out of here RIGHT NOW-"

Your friend is scrambling down the sidewalk to get to safety (but nowhere can protect him from the violent Radio Demon tracking him down later) and now Alastor's all happy cheery smiles again as he takes you by the hand, interlocking your fingers, "you really should be more careful about the company you keep, my dear! Who knows what kind of dastardly intentions he may have had!" and all but skipping down the sidewalk as he drags you 'back to safety'

You just don't understand? Why is he so upset? Is he mad at YOU? It almost makes you want to cry. Alastor has been such great company and you don't want to, upset him or anything. And you apologize to him for doing whatever he thinks you did, and he takes one look at your watering eyes and quivering lip and all his stress and anger just completely melts away. Oh, you're just so innocent and naive and adorable, OF COURSE he has to keep an eye on you. A close eye. A REALLY close eye. Because honestly, who do these men think they are, thinking about stealing you away, especially taking you from the Radio Demon himself? They better think fucking twice :)

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #alastor x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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cherrycolaheartss · 2 months ago

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pairing: Greg House x F!reader (doctor)

summary: You confront House about slacking off at work and end up in a position (lol) you didn't picture yourself in.

warnings: smut! 18+ mdni, p in v, banter (they hate each other)

a/n: Because Tumblr finally sees the vision with House, here's more for u (and for me, great minds think alike).

@cinnamongrl2006 wrote this with me, go like her posts!

You walk into the hospital with a cup of coffee in your hand, immediately pausing in front of the full clinic. You walk up to the receptionist and set the cup down on the counter.

"Where is House?" You try your best to keep your composure. You know it's not the receptionist's fault, but if you have to cover clinic duty for him again you're going to lose your mind.

The receptionist looks up at you, shrugs, and shifts her focus back to the computer.

"You should probably take care of that, though." She continues typing, either unaware of or ignoring the fact you're fuming.

"Hey, you forgot your coffee!" She yells after you as you walk away. It's not her fault, but she isn't exactly helpful either.

You finally find House sitting in an empty exam room watching one of his soap operas.

"What are you doing here?" You've known him a long time, but he still manages to leave you baffled. You walk in, locking the door behind you.

"Masturbating." His face stays completely serious and you consider slapping him.

"Get to the clinic right now Greg, I'm not joking." You cross your arms trying not to cry of frustration.

"Or what? You're gonna snitch to Cuddy?"

"Yes actually. And I heard your last conversation, you're going to get fired."

"So obsessed with me you had to resort to spying? Listen. If you care so much about the damn clinic, go and take care of it yourself."

"I'm so sick of covering for you. Can you please, just once, actually do your fucking job?" You're about to start ripping your hair out. If you have to see one more child with a cough you will seriously consider quitting.

"As much as I like hearing you beg, I'm not doing that. You can either join me here, or go take care of the clinic yourself." You know how stubborn he is, so after a moment of consideration you decide to join him on the examination table.

"Move." You deadpan, and he shoves you further towards the edge.

"I was here first. Feel free to leave if I'm bothering you."

"You're always bothering me, House. Can anything be enjoyable with you?"

"Sure it can." He says with innuendo.

"I'd take you up on that offer." You smile at him.

"You lock the door when you came in?"

"Yeah."

It doesn't take long for him to pin you down. Your white coat is off within seconds, and he nearly rips your top apart when he removes it.

You're shocked at his eagerness, but you don't complain, immediately unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls your skirt down your legs to find you wearing a matching set, your curves accentuated by the pink lace.

"Holy shit." He stares in amazement for a moment before pulling your panties to the side. He mumbles something about them being too pretty to take off, although your bra hardly recieves the same treatment.

"No time for foreplay. I need you. Now." Your voice comes out as a desperate whine, and he laughs at you.

"Been thinking about this for a long time, sweetheart?" His signature cocky tone is almost hot in this context, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that.

"Ew, no." Your sarcasm is apparent, but he doesn't let you get away with it.

"Alright then." He gets up to pick his clothes up off the floor, and you stand up with him.

"Wait– stop. I was joking. Please, Greg, please." That's the first time you see him smile in the two years you've spent working together, but the sight is quickly replaced by medicine cabinets and drawers when he turns you around and bends you over the table.

You barely process what had happened when you hear the sound of his zipper, and it's not long before his cock is inside you, and he's using the flimsy fabric of your panties to pull you onto it.

You dig your fingernails into the paper covering the table, you weren't expecting him to be so big. You barely have time to adjust to his size when his hands find your hips and he starts to move, reaching a spot that made your legs shake.

"C'mon, you wanted this, and you can't even stay still? Gonna cum already, huh?"

"No." You stutter through a one syllable word and you're very glad he can't see your face.

He mumbles something about you being pathetic, but your eyes are rolling back and you don't have enough brain power to think of a sassy response.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, y'know? No point in lying is there, sweetheart?"

"Shut up." He's completely right, though. You're so close you feel like you're going to explode.

"You never learn, do you?" He reaches around your waist to rub your clit and you nearly scream. He wraps your hair around his fist to pull you up, letting go to cover your mouth.

"Shut up, the clinic is full, remember?" He accentuates his point with a thrust, "And so are you."

You laugh, quickly interrupted by a moan when he adjusts the angle of his hips, allowing him to go even deeper.

Your legs shake harder, your moans get louder, and you find yourself back on the table searching for any last shred of composure. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit, groaning at the way your walls tighten around his cock.

He cums soon after you did, staying buried inside you until you're full of his cum.

He gives you a slap on the ass before pulling your panties back into their original position.

"Told you I could make things enjoyable." He says while you both look for your clothes.

"Uh uh, you sure did." Your knees are still weak when you leave the exam room to go deal with the clinic.

#dr house #house md #dr house x fem reader #dr house smut #dr house x reader #dr house x doctor reader #gregory house #greg house #greg house x reader #greg house smut #greg house x reader smut

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brokenpieces-72 · 4 months ago

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Hi, I hope you’re having a good day, I’m up at like midnight trying to sleep but I had an idea that I just had to submit. What if while the team is working on a trafficking sting in Australia they stumble upon a Tasmanian tiger hybrid who is among the last of their kind. as an Australian I have loved this species since I first found out about it and thought it would make a great tragic story ❤️.

Okay, so I looked up what these creatures look like, and then read further about them later on, and learned they are extinct. This made it a bit of a challenge but a welcome one. I also genuinely could not think of a good name for the reader, even a nickname, so if there is some placeholder spots that's why.

Taz

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

CW: Mentions of trafficking, mentions of possible life risks, let me know if I missed anything.

At first you felt yourself drifiting to unconsciousness, your body sore and starting to give out. Then there was a soft voice, and a strange shape outside your kennel. Everything faded into darkness, as you thought you were leaving the mortal world. Something went over your face and the soft voice continued to speak to you. It reassured you everything would be okay, and that you were going to get help.

Then you started to hear beeping. Soft and steady. You didn't feel panicked when you opened your eyes, despite the tubes that were connected to your body. In fact you didn't notice the tubes, until you moved your arms. A sedative no doubt. Maybe you'd already been sold, and they were worried about keeping you alive. At the moment your vision was still dark, there was a blindfold over your eyes, likely to keep you from overstressing. A door opened, making your ears twitch towards the sound.

"Hello?" The soft voice from before spoke before closing the door. "Can you hear me? You can just lift your hand or move a little."

You lifted your hand, your throat dry from a lack of water. "My name is Spirit. I'm here to help you. Your eyes are covered to reduce your stress, along with a sedative to keep your heart rate steady. You're being given some medicine as well. Would you like some water?"

You lifted your hand. Spirit warned you she was going to touch you, and gave you some water with a straw. She went on to explain that you would be in bed for a while, and the blindfold would remain until they can assure your stress levels are low enough. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call out, you have a room to yourself and Spirit would ensure someone came that could be trusted. For now, you should rest for a bit.

"Th-Thank you." You croaked. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Spirit asked.

"Not a...very good product." You said. Spirit stood there for a moment, silent.

"May I hold your hand?" Spirit asked. You nodded, with some hesitation. Not the first time someone asked that, and the result wasn't pleasant. Small calloused hands held your palm, rubbing it gently over the bandages. "You're not a product, no one bought you. My team and I rescued you from your situation. No one will be purchasing you. Once you recover, we'll do everything we can to send you to a good home."

You took a moment, before the tears started to fall. You whimpered, and Spirit's soft hand went to your cheek. Spirit could feel you shaking, despite the sedatives in your body. "You're safe here. I promise."

After some more water and some food fed to you, Spirit made sure you were taken care of for the rest of the night. She went the extra effort to tuck you in, and talk to you a little bit. If you had any questions, she was happy to answer. Once you were more comfortable, Spirit made sure you had everything you needed before saying good night, and leaving you alone. The room was a little cold, but the blanket felt warmer than before. It felt too good to be true. Free. You were free.

Spirit took you on walks once you felt comfortable to walk around. The blindfold stayed on for a while, Spirit leading you to the washroom, taking the role of your caregiver. Some times it was another person, but they were very careful with making you feel safe and preventing you from being overwhelmed. One day you asked Spirit if you could try walking around, wanting to know more about where you were. Spirit made sure you wore shoes, and some pants. The last thing Spirit wanted was for you to walk around in a hospital gown, feeling exposed. You needed a little help with your tail, but that was it.

One foot in front of the other as you walked around, Spirit being very patient with your progress. As you went, people passed, and were pointed out to you. Then there was a shout and you yelped, tensing up. You were off the sedative, so Spirit spoke to you clearly and clamly. Alarm bells were going off in your head, as your heart rate went up. You were grounded quickly, held on to, firmly but not painfully. Spirit readjusted herself, and sat next to you, holding you close, while you clung to her. A hand went to your hair and ears, stroking them gently.

"Sergeant, could you grab Soap for me, remind him to be quiet." Spirit said. You heard footsteps leave and then some come back, along with a scottish accent.

"What appened?" He asked. If you could see the death stare, Spirit gave her older brother, you would think her eyes were silver. Soap realized what he'd done right away. In his defence he didn't realize you'd left the room with her. He apologized and asked what he could do to help.

"I-I... I'm fine now I think." You said. You wanted to keep going, try to push through the attack.

"Are you sure?" Spirit asked. You nodded.

"Wanna 'and?" Soap offered. You sniffed the air, trying to figure out what he was. A wolf maybe? Smelled like it. You cautiously held your hand out and felt much bigger, and rougher hands than Spirit's.

"Thank you." You said. Spirit took your other arm, and you said bye to Soap while Spirit let you keep walking.

For a few minutes everything was fine, until you turned a corner. You were still fine, but you heard Spirit raise her voice a bit. "Horangi, don't even think about it."

You heard a different language and a very odd scent. Certainly not a normal animal. Was that brimstone as well? Spirit assured you she would introduce you to her team if you wanted to meet them. For now she wanted your faculties back and for you to feel safe, so stress wouldn't over take you.

The blindfold came off, and the lights were low. You could still make out the sergeant with rabbit ears and antlers. It didn't take much to know who Spirit was, as she'd spent plenty of time with you. You were her top priority along with the other rescued creatures.

Soap was friendly with you right off the bat. You were a new scent to him as well. He wasn't entirely sure what you were at first, but if his sister could trust you then he was willing. Soap came to visit you on occasion in your room, keeping you company. When the fullmoon comes around though, he is sure to avoid you like the plague. Spirit let's you watch the shift happen from a safe place, with the rest of the team providing a distraction for the wolf. You want to rebuild your confidence, and exposure to experiences was what you wanted to do.

You met others as well. Spirit figured it couldn't hurt for you to interact with other hybrids. Rudy meets you next, and as always the cadejos are a welcome treat. Sometimes the white one will pop half of it's body in first before Rodolfo steps inside. Once you tried throwing something to the dog while it was halfway through the door, and it caught it, coming over to you so you could toss it again. Rudy just stood outside your door, letting you enjoy your little session with the cadejo.

Ghost avoids you like the plague. You're a rare creature, he hasn't seen a hybrid or animal like you before, so he isn't about to take the risk of stressing you out to the point your heart gives out. Not the most comforting sort anyways. However he still has to pass your room from time to time, so you get a whiff of him. It's an odd scent, but when you encounter him face to face you know who it is. Admittedly, when Ghost sees you, it's like finding a hurt puppy. You had been through it no doubt, and if you need to talk to someone, he can take the rough shit you don't like bringing up.

Kyle is surprisingly one of the best people to be around. When you were still blindfolded, he didn't mind leading you around base. His feathers are great when you need a sensory for your hands. Sometimes you think it's annoying for him. No it's not, but if you want you can prune him a bit. Actually it becomes an activity that helps you focus, and Gaz gets some comfort out of it. If you ever need some comfort outside your room, his wings actually make for a great cover when your breathing gets difficult. No you're not holding him up. His superiors are understanding with these sort of things.

Alejandro asked what hybrid you were right off the bat, and honestly you weren't entirely sure yourself. Some people said you were a tiger, others said you were a dog. Alejandro offers to let you test out what you can do, but if you ever need to stop, he won't push. Yeah, that sounds kind of nice. You could use some exercise, and Alejandro is pretty good coach. Gentle but pushes you. One more. You can do one more. If you do one more, he'll piggyback you inside. Done, awesome, you hungry? Alright, he'll carry you there.

Now usually Simon was the one to take an interest in newcomers at a distance. Price however, he is curious about you. Your scent is uncommon, really uncommon. It can't be easy with some of the looks you were getting. That being said, he's a big dragon. Approaching you slowly and carefully was the safest. On occasion you would step outside where he was, and observe whatever was going on outside. Price has a habit and instinct where his wing covers members of his pack, usually during sleep. In this case, he makes sure you have some shade or an umbrella. One such time, it started to rain, and wing went over you. You held out your hand to let it fall on you. It had been a while since you'd felt the rain or even seen it. Price noticed your curiosity and let you step out from under his wing, seeing your curiousity turn into joy.

"I hate both the British government and the Tasmanian government." Spirit said.

"Wanna expand on that Spirit?" Kyle asked, a brow raised.

"I found out what Y/N is." Spirit said.

"Golden retriever?" Soap guessed.

"I guessed greyhound." Rudy added.

"They're not a dog, not exactly." Spirit said sighing. "They're a tasmanian tiger."

The room was a little quiet. Price sighed, knowing this made it harder. The animal itself was extinct for about 50 or so years. Hybrids were even more rare and for all the wrong reasons. No wonder you'd been priced so high. You could very well be the only one left. The rest of the team was a less aware, but Price's reaction was enough to tell them it was bad.

"What does this have to do with the British?" Kyle asked.

"Tasmanian tigers and wolves are extinct, and largely due to the Tasmanian government putting out government-backed bounties, and the British colonizing didn't make that any better." Spirit explained. "At first I thought it was just the animals, but when I contacted some organizations, more than a couple asked whether we wanted to be paid or pay them upon delivering Y/N to them."

"They hunted hybrids?" Soap asked. Yeah, he'd heard of werewolves getting hunted, but shit like that didn't happen as often anymore. It was much more rare to hear about. To hear the government was still offering bounties made him sick. Made all of them sick. Hell you were just a kid, what could you honestly do?

"It's going to take much longer for me to find them a placement, one that I know will be safe." Spirit said.

"Mija, I hate to be that person, but remember that you can't guarentee a perfect placement for them. These are rare circumstances, it won't be easy." Alejandro spoke up. Spirit was aware of that, but it wouldn't stop her from asking around. It could mean sending you to a program, but she could live with that. That was the last resort though. Spirit turned her attention to the captain.

"I'm going to contact Laswell, see what she can find on any possible families or other organizations that could take in someone like Y/N." Spirit reported. Price gave her a nod, accepting her next course of action.

Now you were faced with boredom. You were able to get your hands on some books, which you devoured quickly. There wasn't much else to do on the base. Part of your routine was answering questions. Spirit or Laswell would ask them but it was rare even then. You would ask around for something to do, and even spend time with the other rescues. They seemed happy to get to go home soon, while some were a little nervous to go a program. You were given their contact info, so you could maintain your friendships. Even saw them off as they left the base.

The 141, Los Vacqueros and the members from Kortac didn't mind spending time with you, but they weren't always available. The Kortac members were easier to interact with, as they didn't have the same work as the others.

Horangi decides to show you how to gamble, under the radar. Well he tried but Spirit didn't find your lessons appropriate. Card games are fine, but betting snacks instead of chips was preferred. He can teach you other games as well. Some games you can play by yourself if he isn't around to teach you. Usually Horangi wouldn't bother with you, it's not part of his job. Playing some games to keep you entertained you could at least entertain him too. The best part is he finds playing games with you is a great time killer, and you're good at them as well.

Konig likes you. Usually, he's indifferent, not wanting to get attached but you're an exception. His large size has kept some people at bay, quieting others when things get too loud, and he can run you through the five senses during anxiety attacks. He's also the brimstone smell you caught when you were blindfolded. When you go outside of the base, exploring the area around, König gives you privacy if you need it. Your scent is distinct, so he can find you easily if it's time to head back. Also, he plays with your ears, which is very comforting.

You taught yourself to hunt, with Soap encouraging you to do so. In his eyes you're still a canine, and learning to hunt is something you should know or at least understand at your age. Thing is, while you would catch mice while in captivity, you often let them go. They still fed you, so hunting wasn't necessary. Soap tried to show you how to hunt like a wolf, but you're not exactly a wolf. You don't have the same speed as him but can sniff out prey easily enough, so Soap switches his teaching strategy to tracking.

Alejandro gets involved, understanding that a hybrid like you would often hunt in pairs. Once they marked a critter they released it, letting you chase after it. The two men stood back watching you... well they gave you credit for your determination. You kept chasing and diving for the fake animal, even going face first with your jaws. Okay, admittedly, they didn't know you could open your mouth that wide. Eventually, one nose dive left you on the ground, and you just lay there. Yeah you're okay, just tired and frustrated. Alejandro came over to sit with you, seeing how messy your face, hair and arms had gotten. You spat out dirt. More than once.

"We can take a break." He offered. He saw you keeping quiet, watching the critter take cover in a number of places.

"I'm stupid." You said, hugging your knees. Alejandro sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, you're not." Alejandro told you. "You're not used to hunting, and we don't have proper teachers for you."

The colonel noticed you seemed more disappointed in yourself. Your face was a wreck, honestly. Scratches and a couple bruises. "Be proud of yourself. Not everyone dives head first into these things. Literally. It will take time to learn. Okay?"

You nodded, and got a hand up. You would find a way to catch the critter. One way or another. But yeah you were hungry, and probably needed some wounds cleaned. Maybe a shower.

When you returned, Spirit and Price were waiting. Spirit was trying not to look worried, while Price was confused how you got filthy while the colonel and sergeant seemed untouched. As soon as hunting practice is brought up, the two were understanding. Price offered to take you to get fixed and cleaned up. He too, told you to take pride in your bold approach. But to be careful, going face first.

Price took over your training. He watched as you scrambled for the critter, diving for it, and trying to grab at it. Still no luck. Price called you over after the fifth failed attempt, where you nearly broke your nose.

"If you keep chasing it in circles you'll wind up dizzy." He told you. "You need to rethink your plan of attack."

"I have one but it won't work." You told him.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"If I could chase it through the terrain, I think I might know a way to corner it." You told him. Price was intrigued. You'd gone from chasing your tail to suddenly having a strategy. A basic one, but he might be able to work something out to let you think it over more. Price invites you back inside, showing you a map of the surrounding area. In the end you had a good ambush strategy you could pull off with Alejandro.

Price is impressed and expresses as much. Your beaming makes his praise all the sweeter.

When you try again, Alejandro is open to your suggestion, and you're successful, cornering the target and capturing it. Alejandro came over and told you how brilliant you were. After that, you found yourself interested in strategy, intrigued by battles with creative tactics, and losses that could have been won through other means. Price was finding himself asking for your input on a few missions, and letting you look over some reports he was working on.

On one occasion you fell asleep looking at one, sitting slouched in a chair, with your legs tucked up. Price noticed maybe an hour into your nap. Seeing you sleeping there, made him feel old. It also reminded him that someone probably felt the same way. Spirit was still at work, finding a placement for you, one that was safe and thorough, even looking for your parents. Price was wondering, while looking at how peaceful you were, if he could let you go so easily.

Price was watching you learn how to fight, Alejandro dragging Horangi into his training sessions again. Both of them checked in to make sure you didn't freak out or get overwhelmed while they taught you maneuvers. Kyle came up beside him and looked at Price who seemed to be focused on you. Kyle could see why, as to whether he thought it was a good idea, that was in the air.

"I haven't seen you this focused on sparring practice in a while." Kyle commented. Price's focus was finally taken off of you for a moment.

"They're good." Price said shrugging. Just good? Kyle had seen you, you'd gone from a shivering puppy to a confident fighter. The dragon hybrid was looking at you, like you could be a new addition to his hoard. Which made Kyle a little concerned. You could be a valuable addition to the team sure, but the problem was, too much stress could kill you, literally. It was part of the reason Spirit kept you blindfolded until you felt comfortable.

Kyle was getting attached as well. You got excited when he dive bombed targets during your strategies. Seeing how pleased you were when your plans were successful, even just in practice put a smile on his face. You had two tails when you got engrossed in a book. Kyle could sit and listen to you point out all the flaws in an attack plan in your books for hours. You were constantly pushing yourself to be better, and like Price, Kyle had found you passed out with your novels and guides more than once.

Kyle was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a hard thud, and you apologizing over and over. You'd gotten Horangi on his back who was snickering at your frantic state. There was still plenty for you to learn as Kyle found himself smiling again.

One night, everyone was staying inside, no going out. Above you heard the rain coming down hard. Really hard. Really really- was that rain or hail? Your ears flattened as you felt yourself getting nervous. It was just the weather. Just the weather. The base would protect you. You were safe. Safe.

Thunder crashed above and your cried out. Your hands went over your years, your body tucked up into a ball, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Deep breaths, you needed to take deep breaths. It was loud above you as hail continued to pound against the roof. Your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to break out of it.

Suddenly, a warm blanket was draped over you, and a large weight joined you on the bed. Your eyes slowly opened, as the blanket was pulled off your head, and wrapped tightly around you. When you looked up, you saw Kyle looking down at you, concern on his face. There waas a flash and you looked around the room, waiting for the thunder, tensing up again. Large hands covered yours, muffling the noise even more, and Kyle sat behind you.

"Pretty loud aye?" Kyle asked, though you could barely hear him. You nodded, whimpering. "You're safe. It can't hurt you here."

Kyle moved in a little closer and pulled you to his chest, while he rested against the wall. He was really warm, and it was really comforting. Safe. You were safe with him. His wings wrapped around you partially. Your heartbeat was settling to a steady beat, as you rested your head on his chest. You didn't know harpy hearts sounded like that. It was calm, soft, and soothing.

Kyle smiled down at you, seeing you were being lulled to sleep. You were nuzzling into his hoodie. The tactical tasmanian tiger, scared of hail and thunder. Yeah he didn't like hail and thunder either. Made flying difficult. Kyle pulled the blanket over you, letting sleep take over. The others were helping the rest of the rescued kids, he had nowhere to be.

While he looked at your sleeping face, he let the hail above drown out his words, thinking out loud. "I think Price wants to adopt you. I want him to as well. This isn't the right place for you though, too much pressure, too much stress. Knowing him though... he'll find a way to make it work. You're special, really special. No matter what we're here for you."

Price was watching the scene from the door way, with Kyle. How could he let you go now?

You were the last rescue, still awaiting a placement. In the mean time, the team made you feel at home. They had you helping with tasks on base, and taking part in training. You sparred with most of them by now, and tested strategies with all of them. You were spending more and more time with Kyle and Price. One of them would often sit in with you while Spirit gave you check-ups and told you how her search for a safe program was going. Spirit wasn't about to force you into a place you didn't want but she had limited time.

The last few times, Price would stay behind to chat with Spirit. You didn't know what about, but that was okay. You could find Kyle for some target practice or tag. A couple times Kyle stayed behind as well, so Price showed you some sparring tricks he'd learned from years of experience. You were getting anxious though as Spirit's window was closing in. Honestly, you didn't need your parents by now. You had your own pack here. It was a little scary, but you were safe.

The final day comes and both Kyle and Price take you to Spirit. They're protective as they walk with, standing on either side. Price kept a hand on your back, while your tail was tucked between your legs. Spirit stood outside the small office giving you a friendly smile. You sat down at a chair, with Kyle and Price behind you, and a stranger standing behind Spirit.

"Y/N, do you want to go to a program?" Spirit asked. Your ears perked up. You thought you didn't have much of a choice. Isn't that why the stranger was there?

"No." You said. The stranger let out a soft breath, expecting your answer. Spirit looked back at him, shrugging.

"You want to stay on base?" She asked. You nodded because yeah you did want to stay. You felt so useful and not just for your looks or hybrid features. Your tail started to wag.

"Unfortunately, staying on base is not very simple." Spirit explained. Your ears lowered, and your tail stopped moving. "There's plenty of noise, things that can startle you and highly stressful situations that would put your life highly at risk."

"I know." You said, lowering your gaze in disappointment.

"There are some solutions for that." Spirit told you. You looked up, hopeful. Spirit sighed, knowing this explaination would be complicated. At least it was a decent compromise.

"There's a program in Australia, one that I have been assured will focus on your health and safety above all else. Not only that, but they can help you with handling stressful situations, as well as allow you to have regular visits with your sponsors. You can come visit the base or any other base as long as your sponsors agree to it." Spirit continued. She gestured to the stranger. "This man is a rerainer for the program, and thoroughly studies the hybrids they work with. He's here to take you to their facility, but only if you agree to it."

You sat there, listening to the explanation. It sounded too good to be true. You'd heard about programs being rough for a lot of hybrids but Spirit trusted this one. You did have a question though.

"Who are my sponsors?" You asked. Spirit looked past you and nodded to the two winged men standing behind you. You turned around and saw both of them smiling. Your face lit up, and without thinking, you ran over to Price, hugging his waist. He chuckled and hugged you back.

"I take it that's a yes?" Spirit asked. You nodded against Price's shirt, tearing up. The stranger smirked, and talked to Spirit for a moment. It was going to be a couple days before you were taken to the facility. It was also going to be scary. You were happy though, and that was enough for Kyle and Price. You had a pack now, and they both had a new treasure.

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ask-the-pioneer · 1 year ago

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"I sure do! Watch this..."

"I can make explosive spears and throwables, just like my mom did. I can also propel myself in the air by whipping my tail very fast, which sets off the same flammable compound in my tail surface for an explosive boost. Very handy for movement, but also very loud… not great if you're trying to be stealthy. And yeah, my sibling could do that too, but he was always more interested in doing other things. An energetic but very scatterbrained kid that he was."

[She takes aim and throws the spear somewhere far away. It ignites and explodes with a loud dull bang that shakes the ground slightly]

"I can't do that too often, though. Maybe a handful of times in quick succession before my muscles tense up and burn as if scorched by flames. One time it got so bad that I lost consciousness and couldn't move for a couple of minutes after waking up. That was scary, and hurt like hell... since then I've been more careful. That said, I wonder if there are more slugcats with similar abilities to mine out there? I have not met that many scugs in my life to begin with, if I'm honest..."

"Of course I remember my family, how could I not! My sibling's name is… hmmm, right, let me explain this first. Slugcats have very good sense of smell. Usually, we know one another by our unique scents. They are incredibly complex, but can be written down as series of letters, if you map those symbols to the corresponding scent proteins and other chemical compounds. For example, my scent name would be:"

"Addmitely, this notation method is very over-engineered – a slugcat just knows you are you if they smell you. From what I learned, scugs don't really use a coherent writing system.. of any kind. I think the colonies may use pictograms? I uh, I've never been a part of a colony, so I'm missing a lot of info here. Still, what I wrote on the wall – I have used an Ancient script, which I roughly mapped to key compounds that make a scent. As you can see, it's incredibly long, it can also change over time, parts of it can be masked with non-organic aromas to hide your identity, so on and so forth. To simplify even further, these long strings of letters can be shortened to just the last three or two characters, and this is what scugs may choose to use to refer to one another. Here, my scent name is MGV."

"Then, there are names that resemble the form that the Ancients would use. It's considered more refined, and more common in big colonies where people adopt their preferable roles. Those names are viewed as a kind of «gift», because you receive it from your community. It's a symbol of how they see you, what you mean to them. Of course, my closest family was never a part of a colony… but my mom would still give me and my sibling those special names. I was named «Blue», which is the color of the sky above when it's not raining, and the color of clear water. My brother's name is «Bryn» after a very fragrant medicinal plant that relaxes your muscles when consumed. I always found it funny, as my brother was often the one getting in trouble and giving our mom heartaches."

[She pauses for a moment, thinking intensively]

"Hmm, I never thought of asking my mother about her name. I wonder if she had one? To me and it was always just «mom»…"

"My other parent? I never knew him. Must have left just before or right after my mom had me, because there is literally nothing I remember of him… or them… whoever they were."

[She takes some pearls out from her bag, and inspects them one by one just to keep her hands busy]

"Mom would never talk about him, as if he never existed. And I never questioned her, I was too young to understand and simply accepted everything at face value. It was just the way things were. Would I want to meet my other parent? Maybe, but I doubt it'd make a difference. What would I even say to them? «Thanks for abandoning mom and leaving her to fend for herself»? "

"I don't know. Maybe I'm too harsh. Maybe he was a hero who sacrificed themself to save my mother. That could explain why he was never seen or heard of again. But… I have no way of knowing for sure. It's the life I won't be getting back anyway."

// In the second drawing, I've used logographs from @ikayblythe's Standard Hegemonic Dialect

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rosenclaws · 9 months ago

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i just know leopold would take such good care of a sick reader…….

Remedy || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

warnings: fluff!! leo being the cutest, love confession <33

a/n: anon you are so fucking right Leopold would be the best person to take care of you and you should say it. ALSO OMG HES SO SOFT IN THIS MOVIE I CANT TAKE ITTTTT

You were absolutely miserable. From the moment you woke up you could tell everything was wrong. Your body ached, your head hurt, nose stuffed. There's no doubt that you were sick. Well that's too bad because you couldn't afford to be sick right now.

Work had been an absolute hell hole and you had mountains of tasks on your to do list. It takes every bit of energy you have to get out of bed. You throw on whatever work clothes are closest and head to your kitchen. As the coffee brews you lay your forehead on the counter, hoping the cool marble will somehow get rid of your fever.

"Good morning!" You recognize Leopold's voice from the window. You groan in response, hoping he gets the message. You look up and see him watching you with concern.

"You look ill." He reaches to touch your forehead but you gently shove his hand away.

"I'm fine." You mumble as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. He places his hand on your forehead and shakes his head.

"You are most certainly not fine, you're hot to the touch." You sigh and place your cup on the counter, searching your drawers for wherever your medicine was.

"No I'm fine. I can't get sick right now so I'm going to down as much Dayquil as I can and go to work." Leopold reaches out and grabs your wrist.

"Darling, you are not going to work today." He says softly.

It breaks his heart to see you so ill and refusing to let yourself rest. Not on his watch. It's his duty to take care of you, whether you want it or not.

"Leo I'm-" Your cut short by a wave of lightheadedness. Your eyes widen as you stumble slightly. Leopold catches you before you can fall.

"Okay fine maybe I am sick." He smiles softly as he gently guides you back to your bedroom.

"I will phone your work, you get back into bed." Being the gentleman he is he closes the door to let you get undressed.

You quickly strip off your clothes and get back into your pajamas. Your bed has never felt more comfortable in your life. You fight the covers, not sure if you want them or if it's too hot. So you settle on half on half off. You can hear Leo in your kitchen.

How lucky can you be you think. To have someone as amazing as Leopold in your life. Your relationship with him is newer. A couple months but it's been a dream. He's sweet and kind and ridiculously handsome. You know it's new but you think you might be falling in love.

"Darling are you dressed?" He calls through the door.

"Yeah" You say weakly as you snuggle into the pillow.

The door opens and he frowns at the miserable look on your face. He has a glass of water in his hands and Tylenol in the other. You smile, hoping it wasn't too hard for him to find it.

"Everything hurts." You say with a pout. He lifts the glass of water to your lips and helps you take the pain meds. His hand cups your cheek and he leans down to kiss your forehead. He soothingly runs his hand along your arm.

"I am here for whatever you need." You close your eyes, just wanting to sleep for a little longer.

"Sleep well." You hear him say before darkness takes over.

You don't know how much time has past by the time you wake up again. You still feel sick but the sleep helped. You feel around for your lamp and turn it on, the light making you wince. A delicious smell catches your attention as you get out of bed. Wrapping a blanket around you, you slowly make your way to the kitchen. You're met with the sight of Leopold in an apron. Fresh groceries sitting on your counter as he focuses all his attention to pot on the stove.

"Smells great," Your voice cracks and you grimace, maybe you should have drank some water before trying to speak.

"Hello darling," He walks over and kisses your cheek.

Like he could read your mind he offers you a glass of water and tells you to go lay down. You don't listen however as you want to watch him cook. Leopold has always had a passion for food and he let it be known whenever he was in the kitchen. It doesn't take long for him to be done and he shoos you away to the couch.

"It's my mothers recipe," He says as he places a bowl of soup in front of you.

There's a soft look in his eyes, you don't know much about his parents, he doesn't talk about them much. You do know that they passed a long time ago.

"She loved to cook, even though we had staff she always found herself making and creating new recipes." She must be where he got his appreciation of food.

"Whenever I got sick she would make me this and it would heal me right up." He carefully feeds you a spoonful, even blowing on it for you. Your eyes widen as the delicious liquid meets your lips.

"Oh my god this is the best thing I've ever tasted." He laughs as you reach for the spoon.

"This is what food can be when you use fresh ingredients darling, not frozen TV dinners." He always got on your case about those but they're quick and easy so it's fine.

"Well if you want to cook then I'll start buying."

"Anytime."

You finish your soup quickly, already starting to feel better. You rest your head in Leopold's chest as some TV show plays in the background.

"Will you stay here tonight? Think it'll help me feel better." You ask with a whisper. He wraps his arms around you, his hands gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Of course I can." He rests his chin on the top of your head, letting the TV play as he feels you growing sleepier by the second.

"Leo can I tell you something." Your eyes are fighting sleep and his warm embrace isn't helping.

"Anything."

"I think I love you." You can feel him tense only for a moment before his heart starts to beat faster.

He smiles, a warm feeling bursting from his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, gently lulling you back to sleep. You've never felt so cared for, so loved, so at peace than with him. You yawn and snuggle closer to him. He leans in close and whispers in your ear, letting his soft words bring you to sleep.

"I cannot begin to describe how much I love you my darling. Now sleep, I will be here in the morning."

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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Hii, I hope you’re having great day/night. I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Aaron writing, especially Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader. I read your requesting rules and I hope that this qualifies (I’m really sorry if it doesn’t), but I’ve been thinking about this concept for a while so I thought I’d give it a try. I absolutely adored how reader’s child always adored Hotchner but this time I was thinking what about reader’s daughter (around 4 or 5) who actually feels intimidated by Hotch (because you know this ‘scary bossman persona’) or maybe reader’s daughter that is not the biggest fan of Hotch and is possibly very sassy with him and is protective of her mum but reader and Hotch have this slightly flirty or like the very beginning of their relationship with a possibly fluffy/happy ending if that’s possible.

You really do feel bad knocking on Hotch's office door at 7:30 in the morning, for both your sleepy daughter and your formidable boss. He's a kind man, you know that with all of your heart, but to your tiny four-year old, he's tall, mean, and scary.

"Come in," Hotch calls, his voice muffled through the door. At the sound, your daughter curls tighter into your embrace, whining pitifully through the blanket that she's wrapped around her head.

"I know, Olivia," You hum, trying to soothe her nerves, "Just for a minute. You can sit on the couch, that's all."

She squirms in your hold while you open the door, smiling hesitantly when Hotch looks up from his paperwork to find you cradling your groggy daughter.

"She's got a cold, and the sitter cancelled," You lament, "And- uh, I need to use the bathroom."

You're constantly surprised at how strongly Aaron cares for children, because someone with his scowl doesn't seem the type. But his eyes flash with worry, and he leans back from his desk in his chair, "Do you think she'll let me hold her?"

Olivia writhes in your hold, a firm no.

"It's okay," You hum, kissing her head though it helps little, "It's okay, baby, I'm gonna put you on the couch, okay? Get cozy with your blanket," You hum, laying her on the cushions before she has the chance to curl her fingers into your blouse and never let go, "And just try to sleep, I'll be back in just a few minutes, okay?"

She moans something that sounds an awful lot like 'not okay!' but you can't afford to listen, not when your bladder is making its contents uncomfortably known.

"Okay, I'll- I'll be right back," You promise Hotch, straightening your clothes that were wrinkled by your clingy daughter, "I'm sorry about this, I'll make sure she's at home tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it," Hotch urges, "Go, I'll make sure she's okay."

"Thanks," You grin, exhaustion seeping over your features after the long, nearly sleepless night you'd had. You duck out of Hotch's office with no further delay, rushing over to the elevator bay and the bathrooms on the other side of it.

"Olivia," Hotch hums after a moment of silence where the little girl tries burrowing between his couch cushions to escape his presence, "Did your mommy give you medicine already?"

She's scared, but she's still polite.

"Yes," She calls, from inside of her blanket cocoon, but there's no further response.

"Alright," Aaron hums quietly, fingers fiddling awkwardly with his pen, "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"No."

'Okay. Just... let me know if you need anything, okay?" He calls, any foolish hope he'd had of connecting with the little girl seeping out of his chest when she doesn't answer.

Thirteen minutes. It takes you thirteen minutes to get through the line outside of the restroom, who knew this place would be so packed early in the morning? It takes you longer still to actually use the bathroom, and you're teetering on twenty minutes when you jog back up the stairs of Hotch's office to collect your sullen kid.

You don't bother knocking, too rushed to get inside and apologize for sticking Hotch with your sick, terrified toddler for almost half an hour, and to apologize to Olivia for abandoning her with the big scary man who tells you what to do all day.

But Hotch isn't displeased with your rather impolite and abrupt entrance, staying silent as he peers over the blanket hood that Olivia has fashioned for herself. She's held against his chest, her clammy face tucked against his tie. His arms hold her tight and close, and he bounces her ever-so-slightly up and down as he soothes her whiny cries.

"Your mommy's here," He hums, craning his neck down to peer at her, and you're still partially frozen in shock at seeing Olivia cradled up in the arms of the man she runs from at dinner parties, "Would you like to see her?"

Olivia's responsive whine is less-than-clear, neither a yes nor a no. But you advance anyways, eyes surely showcasing your surprise at Hotch's sudden success with your daughter. Upon closer inspection, her tiny hand is gripping his tie tightly, the way that she holds the collar of your shirt when she doesn't want you to let her go. She's all bundled up and sniffling against his chest, surely feeling the symptoms of her cold that the medicine didn't cover.

"My poor baby," You lament, leaning down to kiss her forehead. It puts your face tantalizingly close to Hotch's own, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling some butterflies through your stomach at the sight of him bouncing your baby girl in his arms, "Will you come with me? We can go sit at mommy's desk, and you can go to sleep."

This time, you understand her response.

"No!" She whines, desperately burrowing further into Hotch's warm embrace, "I'm- tired!" She sobs, voice raw from crying, "I want to stay!"

Before you can figure out how to bargain her out of Aaron's arms and into your own he shushes her, leaning down to kiss her feverish temple like she's his own. The sight flips your stomach even further, and you're very glad Aaron can't read your mind at the moment.

"It's okay. You can stay here if you really want to. Are you sure?" He squeezes her to prompt a response, but the only one she gives is nodding her head and pressing her face into his tie.

"Hotch, I'm sorry-" You start, but he smiles kindly, warmly up at you.

"It's alright. I can keep her in here for a bit, if you want to get started for the day."

"But you've got work to do. And you might get sick," Your shoulders slump, because even though you're thrilled that Olivia has finally seemed to get over her Hotchnerphobia, you don't want to push your luck after being fifteen minutes late to retrieve your daughter that isn't supposed to be here in the first place.

"Easy paperwork," Hotch waves it off, smiling as Olivia readjusts her grip on his tie, "Just signatures, really. I've got time. Plus, if I'm gonna get sick, it'll probably be from Jack. He brings home germs from school all the time."

"That's their special talent," You muse, stroking a hand over Olivia's wispy hair, "If you're sure..."

"I'm sure, Y/N," Aaron nods, continuing to bounce her lightly in his arms with a fond grin while her eyes remain loosely shut, "I finally got her to like me - I'm not sure I'd be able to put her down if she did want to go with you."

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millaaster · 1 year ago

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How They Treat You During Periods - Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (Separate)

Summary: How some of the JJK men react to and treat you during periods!

Words: 1051

CW: SFW; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Crack; Periods; Blood mentions.

AN: this a complex topic because everybody who menstruates has a different organism and a different dynamic, so this is very based on my own experiences, but i tried thinking about situations that could include more people ok :')

Please, do not repost or translate.

GOJO SATORU - More chill than you thought he would be. The first time you talked about it was when you had cramps during a date and tried to talk him out of doing anything.

He just came right out "Hey, there's nothing to be shy about! I'm just definitely not letting my woman suffer in front of me just to save face!"

He sits you down, holds you close and asks if you're ok. "If you don't have medicine on you, we can stop by a store to get it while heading to your place". Escorts you home, makes you tea and tucks you in to nap.

After you've been together long enough he's started getting real good at tracking your cycles and adjusting whatever plans you have. "Hm... honey, I've been thinking of taking some days off and heading to the beach, but next week would be no good for you right? Should we wait a little?"

He stuffs you in candy and treats if you're feeling down (sure he'll snatch some of those...).

One day you get a message from him:

"Babe SOS Do we have any first aid home? My nose is kinda bleeding...hehe"

"Toru!! You ok?? There should be some cotton balls in the bathroom"

When you get home you find him with a whole ass tampon stuck up his nostril...."Satoru!!! What the hell are you doing?!?"

"Oh hey, honey! Sorry, couldn't find the cotton balls but figured this was even better and it DOES work wonders!", he tells you with a proud grin on his face...

GETO SUGURU - Suguru may seem a little indifferent, but it's just that he doesn't want to step over your independence. He's trying not to overdo things and will only act after you actively ask for something.

That being said, if that's what you want, he's an expert in doing your chores and cleaning the house for you.

He was once doing the laundry and you caught him staring at your sheets.

"Something wron-" you gasp, realizing there's a big blotch of blood in it.

"Babe! You don't have to wash this one!" you cry, feeling your face burn red.

"What are you talking about? I was just trying to remember how to take off blood stains", lifting it out of your reach as you try to grab it. "Was it vinegar or lemon..." he mumbles, walking over to your kitchen cabinets.

He secretly enjoys that you get mellower and needy with him. You won't have to ask twice if you demand an extra tight hug.

Loves aromatherapy and gave you a whole kit with a diffuser and oils that ease pain and help with relaxation. If you don't use it he'll pout and nag non stop until you turn it on. "Suuuguu...you're giving me more headaches than my uterus right now dear..." "If you had it on from the start there would be no ache whatsoever, dummy!"

He's now GREAT with massages. You've always complained about how your back and thighs ache when you're menstruated, so he took some lessons to help you out with that.

NANAMI KENTO - With Nanami it's princess treatment all the way! This man thinks it's freaking amazing how you'll have to deal with this for so long in your life, through work and everything, and that you're badass for that. I mean, you're literally bleeding!!! That's concerning enough to happen to someone he loves.

So he'll put all the effort he can to minimize any discomfort you have on those days. As soon as it became a regular thing for you to stay over at his place, he purchased all sorts of tea, heat pads and asked you to tell him what pads or tampons he should buy to stock some.

He loves to have dates at home, so it's a win-win situation when you stay in; he cooks you something warm and lays around with you all day. "Is this position all right love?" While rubbing gently your stomach.

He also loves to give you useful gifts, so once he even went as far as to surprise you with a new care kit from a high end brand in a box full of products to pamper you.

The best to have around if you're out too. Never gets bothered if you have to go to the restroom too often and makes sure the place you're attending has good access to those.

ITADORI YUJI - Freaks out a little when you tell him you don't feel like going on a date because you're on your period. He forgot such things were a very real thing if he was dating you. Has the mindset that, as his S/O, your period is his period too!!

You're totally lost for words when he first tells you that.....he just means he feels responsible for your well being throughout this time.

Definitely asks Nobara for help on how to help you feel better.

He's a really active guy and always wants you to tag along and spend time with him, so he researched a lot about exercises that'll be better to practice during that time.

At some point in your relationship will text you:

"yo babe, I'm at the pads aisle what's your pussy size??"

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI - Also chill about it. An absolute angel when it comes to being patient to you, who turns into a SAINT if you're on your period.

He just knows that there are better times to deal with any stressful matters than now, so it's only love with this guy for a few days.

He prefers to talk to you in person instead of texting, but if you mention being on your period, you'll get the sweetest messages all day long popping up on your phone to check out how you're doing.

"Love, did you eat well?" "Hey, do you need anything?" "Sunshine, hope you're having a good day" “Never forget you’re amazing”

Secretly, has also consulted Nobara and his sister to get some tips on what he could do.

Gets his dogs to cuddle with you in bed, to keep your belly warm, if he's busy around the house.

He has a playlist with hours and hours of comfort movies you watch together when you don't want to leave the sofa/bed. He even watches your favorite shoujo with you if you ask!

A/N: also, yes, I do think Gojo and Geto being good parents (to Tsukimi, Mimiko and Nanako) have helped them learn about periods.

Interactions are always appreciated ☆* have a lovely day!

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estapa-edwards · 1 year ago

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can you do something with ryan leonard. like best friend to lover. something with angst maybe because ryan or trader is seeing somebody else. with slight smut maybe. thank youuu!

YOU BELONG WITH ME - R. LEONARD

Ryan leonard x reader

word count: 5.9k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n. slight smut

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It was one of those brisk autumn days when the leaves crunched underfoot and the sky was a clear, piercing blue. The Boston College campus buzzed with activity, students rushing to classes, laughter echoing across the quad. Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, where the Eagles were set to have their afternoon practice. She pulled her jacket tighter against the chill, her mind racing as it always did when she was about to see Ryan Leonard.

Ryan and Y/N had been best friends since freshman year, a bond forged over late-night study sessions, endless coffee runs, and a mutual love for hockey. Ryan, with his boyish grin and effortless charm, was the star forward for the BC Eagles, while Y/N was pursuing a degree in sports medicine, often helping out the team with injuries and recovery.

Their friendship had always been easy, natural, and unforced. They shared everything, from their hopes and dreams to their fears and insecurities. But lately, things had begun to change. Y/N found herself drawn to Ryan in ways that went beyond friendship, her heart fluttering whenever he was near. She tried to push these feelings aside, convincing herself that it was just a phase, a crush that would eventually fade. But the more time she spent with Ryan, the stronger her feelings grew.

There was just one problem. Ryan was seeing someone.

--- --- ---

Practice was in full swing by the time Y/N arrived. She stood by the boards, watching as Ryan skated across the ice with a grace that never failed to take her breath away. He was completely in his element, the puck seemingly glued to his stick as he weaved in and out of his teammates. The coach barked orders, the sound echoing through the arena, but Ryan was focused, determined.

As practice wrapped up, Ryan skated over to where Y/N was standing. He flashed her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Hey, Y/N. What brings you here today?"

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear casual. "Just wanted to see my favorite hockey player in action. Plus, I have some new tape for your ankle. Thought you might need it."

Ryan's eyes lit up. "You're the best, you know that?" He hopped over the boards, landing lightly on his feet. "I could use a break anyway. Want to grab some coffee?"

"Sure," Y/N replied, her heart doing somersaults. "Coffee sounds great."

They made their way to the campus coffee shop, falling into an easy conversation about classes, upcoming games, and everything in between. But there was a tension simmering beneath the surface, an unspoken question that hung in the air.

"So," Ryan said, breaking the silence as they sat down with their drinks. "I wanted to tell you something."

Y/N's stomach twisted. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, but she forced herself to smile. "What's up?"

"It's about Jenna," Ryan began, referring to the girl he had been seeing for the past few months. "Things are starting to get serious between us."

Y/N felt a pang of jealousy but masked it with a nod. "That's great, Ryan. I'm happy for you."

Ryan studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure? You don't seem that happy."

Y/N forced a laugh. "Of course, I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?"

Ryan reached across the table, his hand covering hers. "Y/N, you're my best friend. I need you to be honest with me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she squeezed his hand and forced another smile. "I'm fine, really."

--- --- ---

As the weeks went by, Y/N couldn't help but notice how Jenna seemed to be everywhere she used to be. It started small—little things like seeing Ryan and Jenna studying together at the library, where she and Ryan used to spend countless hours. But it grew more significant, and with each passing day, Y/N felt her presence in Ryan's life being overshadowed by Jenna.

One afternoon, Y/N made her way to Conte Forum, her usual spot to catch Ryan after practice. But instead of finding him alone or with his teammates, she saw Jenna sitting in the stands, waving and smiling as Ryan skated over to her. Y/N's stomach twisted, a familiar pang of jealousy gnawing at her insides. She forced a smile and waved back, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ryan called out, his face lighting up when he saw her. "Come join us!"

Y/N walked over, trying to hide the unease that threatened to overwhelm her. "Hey, guys. How was practice?"

"Great, but exhausting," Ryan replied, taking a seat next to Jenna and draping an arm around her shoulders. "Jenna brought me some snacks to refuel."

Y/N's smile wavered. "That's nice of you, Jenna."

Jenna beamed, leaning into Ryan. "I know how hard he works. Just wanted to show my support."

Y/N nodded, feeling like an outsider in a space that used to feel like home. "Well, that's great. I just came to drop off the new tape for your ankle, Ryan."

"You're a lifesaver, Y/N," Ryan said, standing up to give her a quick hug. But as he pulled away, his attention immediately shifted back to Jenna.

"Thanks, Y/N," Jenna said, her smile polite but distant. "We'll see you later, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her throat tight. "Yeah, sure. See you guys later."

--- --- ---

The pattern continued. Y/N found herself increasingly excluded from the moments she had once cherished with Ryan. Jenna was there at every turn—at their favorite coffee shop, at study sessions, even at the casual hangouts with the team. Y/N tried to tell herself that it was natural for Ryan to spend more time with his girlfriend, but the jealousy gnawed at her, a constant reminder of what she was losing.

One evening, as Y/N was heading to the library, she saw Ryan and Jenna sitting in the corner booth that had always been her and Ryan's spot. They were laughing, their heads close together, and Y/N felt a sharp stab of jealousy. She turned to leave, not wanting to intrude, but Ryan spotted her.

"Y/N! Over here!" he called out, waving her over.

Y/N forced a smile and walked over, her heart heavy. "Hey, you two. What's up?"

"We're just studying for the upcoming exams," Ryan said, pulling out a chair for her. "Join us?"

Y/N hesitated, feeling like an intruder. "I don't want to interrupt. You guys look busy."

"Nonsense," Jenna said, her tone cheerful but with an edge that Y/N couldn't ignore. "There's always room for you, Y/N."

Y/N sat down, but the dynamic was different. The easy rapport she shared with Ryan was strained, replaced by Jenna's presence. Y/N tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering, the jealousy festering like an open wound.

As the evening wore on, Y/N felt more and more like a third wheel. Jenna and Ryan had their own inside jokes, their own rhythm that Y/N couldn't penetrate. She watched them, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. She wanted to say something, to reclaim her place in Ryan's life, but fear held her back.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Ryan asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

Y/N forced a smile, her heart aching. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"You should get some rest," Jenna said, her voice smooth and reassuring. "We'll catch up later."

Y/N nodded, gathering her things. "Yeah, I think I'll do that. See you later."

As she walked away, Y/N felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, not wanting anyone to see. The jealousy burned inside her, but she didn't know how to confront it, how to tell Ryan that she felt like she was losing him.

She made her way back to her dorm, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She loved Ryan, but she was terrified of ruining their friendship, of pushing him away even further. So, she kept her jealousy hidden, burying it deep inside, and hoped that somehow, things would go back to the way they used to be.

But deep down, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

--- --- ---

Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at her open textbook. The words blurred together, her mind unable to focus. The past few weeks had been torture, watching Jenna slip into every corner of Ryan's life, replacing her. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but every time she tried, the words caught in her throat.

A sudden knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts. She wasn't expecting anyone, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was. She opened the door to find Ryan standing there, his face a mix of concern and frustration.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly.

Y/N stepped aside, letting him in. The tension in the room was palpable as they stood there, neither of them knowing how to begin.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Ryan finally asked, his eyes searching hers. "You've been acting so strange lately. Are you okay?"

Y/N forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "I'm fine, Ryan. Just busy with school, that's all."

Ryan shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, it's more than that. You're my best friend. I can tell when something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

Y/N swallowed hard, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze. "There's nothing to talk about, Ryan."

Ryan stepped closer, his voice soft but insistent. "Y/N, you're shutting me out. I need to know what's wrong. Did I do something to upset you?"

The question pierced her heart, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to tell him everything, to pour out her heart, but the fear of losing him held her back. Anger and frustration bubbled to the surface, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, I'm shutting you out?" Y/N snapped, her voice rising. "Please, Ryan. I haven't even seen you without Jenna in weeks. And I don't want to third wheel."

Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "Y/N, that's not fair. Jenna's my girlfriend. Of course, I spend time with her."

"But what about us?" Y/N shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. "We used to do everything together. Now it feels like I don't exist to you unless she's around."

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "Y/N, I didn't mean for it to be like this. Jenna's important to me, but so are you."

Y/N laughed bitterly, wiping away a tear. "It doesn't feel that way. It feels like I'm being replaced, like I don't matter anymore. I miss you, Ryan. I miss us."

Ryan's face softened, and he took a step closer, his voice gentle. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make you feel this way. You're my best friend, and I care about you so much."

"Do you?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking. "Because it doesn't feel like it. It feels like I'm losing you, like I'm just an afterthought now that Jenna's in the picture."

Ryan reached out, but she pulled away, the pain too raw. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're one of the most important people in my life. I need you to believe that."

"How can I believe that when everything's changed?" Y/N said, her tears falling freely now. "When I'm not the one you turn to anymore?"

Ryan's face crumpled, and he took another step closer, his voice pleading. "Please, Y/N. I don't want to lose you. Tell me what I can do to fix this."

Y/N looked at him, her heart breaking. She wanted to believe him, to trust that things could go back to the way they were, but the fear and jealousy were too strong. "I don't know if you can," she whispered. "I don't know if anything will ever be the same."

Ryan stood there, his eyes filled with sadness and desperation. "Y/N, please. You're my best friend. I can't lose you."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I need time, Ryan. I need to figure out how to deal with this. I don't know if I can just pretend everything's okay."

Ryan nodded slowly, his expression pained. "I understand. Just... don't shut me out completely. Please."

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy. "I won't. I promise."

As Ryan left, Y/N sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She had finally told him the truth, but it felt like she had shattered something precious. The weight of her unspoken feelings had been lifted, but the fear of losing him remained, a constant, gnawing ache.

--- --- ---

In the days that followed, Y/N found it increasingly difficult to stick to her promise. Every time she saw Ryan, the pain of their conversation and the rawness of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She started avoiding places where she knew he would be, skipping their usual study sessions and avoiding the coffee shop they frequented. She even altered her routes around campus, anything to keep her heart from breaking all over again.

Ryan, for his part, tried to give her space, but his concern for her was evident. He sent her texts, asking how she was and if they could talk, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to respond. Each message felt like a reminder of what she had lost, and she couldn't face the reality of their changed relationship.

One afternoon, Y/N was walking back to her dorm when she saw Ryan and Jenna coming from the opposite direction. Panic surged through her, and she quickly ducked into a nearby building, pressing herself against the wall. She watched as they walked past, Ryan's arm around Jenna's shoulders, both of them laughing about something. The sight was like a punch to the gut, and Y/N had to fight to keep her tears at bay.

She slipped out of the building after they were gone and made her way back to her dorm, her heart heavy with a mixture of jealousy and despair. She knew she was breaking her promise to Ryan, but the thought of seeing him with Jenna was too much to bear. It felt like every time she saw them together, a piece of her heart was being ripped away.

That evening, Y/N was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when her phone buzzed. It was another text from Ryan.

Ryan: "Y/N, we need to talk. Please."

Y/N stared at the message, her finger hovering over the screen. She wanted to respond, to tell him everything she was feeling, but the fear of losing him completely kept her silent. She turned off her phone and rolled over, tears streaming down her face.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N continued to avoid Ryan at all costs. She threw herself into her studies, hoping to distract herself from the ache in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried, the void left by Ryan's absence was impossible to fill.

One evening, as she was leaving the library, she saw Ryan standing outside, waiting for her. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she considered turning back, but it was too late. He had seen her.

"Y/N, wait," he called, his voice filled with a mix of relief and frustration.

She stopped, her body tense, as he approached. "Ryan, I..."

He held up a hand, cutting her off. "Please, just let me talk."

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Ryan asked, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you said you wouldn't shut me out."

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she needed to say. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Ryan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this anymore."

Ryan's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. "I mean... I think it's better if we're not friends anymore."

Ryan's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Y/N, no. You can't mean that."

"I do," Y/N replied, her voice breaking. "It hurts too much, Ryan. Every time I see you with Jenna, it feels like my heart is being torn apart. I can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Ryan took a step closer, reaching out to touch her arm, but she flinched away. "Y/N, please. We can work through this. I don't want to lose you."

Y/N's emotions boiled over, her voice rising in desperation. "Please, Ryan, I can't do this!"

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan's voice matched her intensity, a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"Because, Ryan," Y/N yelled back, tears streaming down her face. "Because I love you!"

Ryan froze, his hand dropping to his side as he stared at her in shock. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken truth.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her chest heaving with emotion. "I've tried to bury it, to ignore it, but I can't pretend anymore. Every time I see you with Jenna, it tears me apart inside."

Ryan stood there in stunned silence, unable to form a coherent response to Y/N's emotional outpouring. Her words echoed in his mind, each one piercing through the confusion and shock that gripped him.

Y/N wiped angrily at her tears, her voice raw with pain. "I never meant for this to happen. I never planned on falling for you, but damn it, you crept into my thoughts, into my dreams, and now you're embedded in my heart like a relentless thorn. I see the way you smile at her, the way you laugh, and it feels like a thousand knives stabbing me in the chest."

Her voice cracked with emotion, but she pushed on, her words pouring out like a floodgate opened. "Do you have any idea how it feels to want someone so much it hurts? To know that every smile you give to Jenna is a stab in my gut because I wish it were for me? I've tried to ignore it, to bury these feelings deep down, but they keep clawing their way back to the surface."

Ryan's chest tightened with guilt and regret as he listened, absorbing the full weight of Y/N's confession. Her pain was palpable, her vulnerability cutting through him like a knife.

"I can't help but remember how it all started — those late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, the way you looked at me with such understanding and kindness. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, like we shared something special."

Y/N's voice trembled now, her words filled with longing and sorrow. "And now? Now you're with her, and I'm left here grappling with this unbearable ache, this longing that won't let me breathe. I hate that I love you this fiercely, this desperately. It's tearing me apart, but I can't turn it off. Every fiber of my being screams your name."

Ryan's throat tightened, his heart breaking for Y/N and the pain he had inadvertently caused. He struggled to find the right words, to offer some solace or explanation, but his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Unable to bear the weight of her gaze, Ryan turned away, his footsteps heavy and filled with regret. He couldn't face her right now, couldn't confront the truth of what she had laid bare. Leaving was the only thing he could think to do, a temporary reprieve from the intensity of the moment.

Y/N watched him go, her tears falling unchecked now, a mixture of relief and despair washing over her. She had finally spoken her truth, had bared her soul to him, and now she was left alone with the echoes of her own words.

As Ryan disappeared from view, Y/N sank to the ground, her sobs echoing in the empty space around her. She had known this outcome was a possibility, but the reality of it still cut deep. Love had brought her to this precipice, where the only path forward was through the pain.

--- --- ---

After Ryan had abruptly left following their emotional confrontation, Y/N found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected Will and Gabe, Ryan's friends and teammates, to approach her about his absence. They were also her friends, having shared countless moments on and off campus together. Now, they stood before her, concern etched on their faces.

Gabe was the first to speak up, his voice laced with worry. "Hey, Y/N. Have you heard from Ryan? He's been off the grid for a couple of days now, and we're getting a bit worried."

Will nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, he's missed a few practices too. Is everything okay between you two?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how much to disclose. She and Ryan had always been close, and his absence was weighing heavily on her conscience. "We... had a disagreement," she finally admitted, choosing her words carefully. "Things got complicated."

Gabe exchanged a glance with Will, both of them sensing the gravity of the situation. "Do you want to talk about it?" Gabe asked gently, his concern palpable.

Y/N shook her head, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. "I wish I could, but... it's between Ryan and me. I think he just needs some space right now."

Will nodded understandingly, though worry lines remained etched on his face. "If you hear from him, could you let us know? We just want to make sure he's okay."

"Of course," Y/N replied softly. "I'll keep an eye out for him."

The three of them stood there for a moment, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Y/N appreciated their concern, their loyalty to Ryan evident even in this difficult moment.

"Thanks, Y/N," Gabe said finally, offering a supportive smile. "We're here for you too, okay?"

Y/N nodded gratefully, touched by their gesture. "Thank you, both of you."

As Will and Gabe walked away, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of their unspoken questions and concerns. She knew she owed it to Ryan to give him the space he needed, but the ache in her heart reminded her of the fragile bond they had once shared.

Days turned into a week, and still, Ryan remained elusive. Y/N focused on her studies and tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, but her thoughts often drifted back to him. She wondered if he was hurting as much as she was, if he regretted their confrontation, if he even cared anymore.

--- --- ---

Late one evening, as she sat alone in her dorm room, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Ryan.

Ryan: "Can we talk?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, uncertainty and hope warring within her. Without hesitation, she typed out her reply.

Y/N: "Yes. Where are you?"

The reply came almost immediately.

Ryan: "Meet me at our spot?"

Y/N's heart raced as she grabbed her jacket and headed out into the cool night air. She didn't know what would come of their meeting, but she knew she couldn't ignore the pull to see him again, to confront the unresolved feelings between them.

As she walked towards their designated meeting spot, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this would be the moment everything changed, if they could find a way back to each other despite the heartache that had torn them apart.

As Y/N arrived at their spot, a secluded bench overlooking the campus lake, she found Ryan already waiting there, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the nearby lamppost. He looked up as she approached, his expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. They sat down side by side, the tension between them palpable.

"Ryan," Y/N began softly, her voice wavering slightly. "What happened? Why did you disappear like that?"

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment. "I needed time to think," he admitted quietly. "I... I didn't expect things to escalate the way they did between us."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with the weight of unspoken words. "I didn't either," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the shimmering water below. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

Ryan turned towards her, his hand accidentally brushing against her thigh in the process. Y/N flinched slightly at the touch, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. Ryan quickly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Y/N shook her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "It's okay," she managed to say, though her voice was unsteady.

Silence settled between them once more, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Ryan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

"Y/N, I... I've been a mess these past few days," Ryan began, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't know how to face you after everything that happened. But I've realized something."

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face for answers. "What is it, Ryan?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. "I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted finally, his voice tinged with desperation. "Even when I try to distract myself with hockey or hanging out with friends, you're always there, in the back of my mind."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a glimmer of hope flickering to life within her. "Ryan..."

"No, please," Ryan interrupted, his hand tentatively reaching out again, this time resting gently on her thigh. "Let me finish."

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She nodded silently, urging him to continue.

"You've always been in my mind," Ryan continued, his voice earnest. "I was just confused with my feelings. You mean so much to me, Y/N."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. Ryan's touch on her thigh sent a jolt of warmth through her, reminding her of the closeness they had once shared, and the possibility of what could be.

"I know I've hurt you," Ryan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry for that. I never wanted to cause you pain."

Y/N took a shaky breath, struggling to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Ryan, I... I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to move on, to accept that maybe we're better off as friends."

"No, Y/N, don't do this to me," Ryan pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. His hand tightened around hers, clinging to the fragile connection between them. "Please, don't shut me out. I can't lose you."

Y/N's heart ached at the anguish in Ryan's voice, the sincerity in his plea cutting through her resolve. She turned to look at him, tears glistening in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words.

"I don't want to shut you out," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "But I need to know... do you love me, Ryan?"

Ryan froze, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and realization. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Y/N's heart sank as she watched him struggle, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

"Dammit, do you love me?" Y/N pressed, her voice breaking with emotion. She needed to hear the truth, to know where they stood.

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, a myriad of emotions crossing his face. When he finally looked at her again, his gaze was intense and unwavering.

"Yes," Ryan said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "Yes, Y/N, I love you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a rush of emotions flooding through her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, the weight of uncertainty lifting off her shoulders.

"From the moment I saw you, god, Y/N, you make me crazy," Ryan continued, his voice filled with raw honesty. "But I love you crazy. You've poisoned me in a way you will never know."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening at his confession. She reached out, gently placing her hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.

"Ryan," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you too. More than I ever thought possible."

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment, before opening them to meet her gaze once more. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted softly. "I've been a fool, trying to deny what's been right in front of me all along."

Y/N listened intently, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for him to continue. Ryan took a deep breath, his voice tinged with relief and vulnerability.

"I broke up with Jenna," Ryan confessed, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "She already knew how I felt about you. She told me to confess, to stop pretending like I could be happy with anyone else."

Y/N felt a surge of emotions at his words, a mixture of surprise, relief, and a profound sense of hope. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, a silent gesture of reassurance and support.

"I'm glad you did," Y/N replied softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Ryan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I couldn't keep denying how I feel," he admitted. "Not when you've always been the one who's been there for me, who understands me like no one else."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. "I've always cared about you, Ryan," she murmured. "More than I ever knew how to say."

Ryan leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers as he whispered, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for so long."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "I love you too, Ryan," she whispered back, her voice filled with certainty.

Y/N looked at Ryan, her heart still racing from their emotional conversation under the stars. The weight of their confessions hung in the air, and she felt a surge of courage and longing.

"Ryan," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to come back to my apartment?"

Ryan met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and desire. He took a moment to respond, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Yes, Y/N," he said, his tone tinged with certainty. "I want to be with you."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she reached out to take his hand. "Let's go," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. The journey back to Y/N's apartment was filled with a comfortable silence, their hearts beating in sync with the promise of new beginnings.

As they approached her door, Y/N turned to Ryan, her eyes searching his for any lingering doubts. Instead, she found only warmth and affection mirrored back at her.

Ryan leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

--- --- ---

The air between them crackled with unspoken desire as Y/N and Ryan stood in the dimly lit kitchen of her apartment. The weight of their shared confession hung heavy in the air, igniting a fire that had long smoldered between them.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel Ryan's intense gaze on her, his eyes darkened with a hunger that mirrored her own. The tension between them was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing them closer with each passing second.

Ryan closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand coming to rest on the counter beside her, effectively trapping her against it. His touch sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, awakening a longing she could no longer deny.

"Y/N," Ryan murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with raw desire. "I've wanted this... wanted you... for so long."

Y/N met his gaze, her own eyes smoldering with need. Without a word, she reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. Their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, a collision of passion and pent-up longing.

Ryan's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting sparks of electricity wherever it landed. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a rush of heat straight to her core. She arched against him, seeking more of his touch, more of the fire that threatened to consume them both.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to convey all their unspoken desires through the meeting of their lips. Ryan's hands traced the curve of Y/N's waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He tasted of longing and promises, each kiss a declaration of the passion they had kept hidden for far too long.

Y/N's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, urgency driving her movements. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to erase any lingering doubts that this was real. Ryan groaned softly against her lips, his own hands moving with purpose as he lifted her up onto the counter, his body pressing intimately against hers.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as they explored each other with a fervor born of longing and newfound connection. Ryan's lips trailed down Y/N's neck, leaving a blazing trail of kisses that made her head spin. Every touch, every caress, fueled the flames of their desire until they burned brightly, consuming everything in their path.

In that moment, there were no more words, no more doubts. There was only the raw, unbridled passion that had simmered between them for so long, finally unleashed in a torrent of need and belonging.

And as they lost themselves in each other, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the promise of a love that had waited patiently to be set free.

#hockey #nhl x reader #boston college #ryan leonard #ryan leonard x reader #ryan leonard imagine #Ryan Leonard x y/n

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rogueddie · 1 year ago

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Warmth and Safety T | 808 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

Steve knows he should be in his own hospital room. Not only so other people can visit too, but because of how his head spins as he struggles to walk down the corridor.

The white walls are too clinical, too metalic. They look nothing like the Russians underground lair, but mixed with the sharp stench of bleach and medicine? It's mixing into a cruel cocktail that has his instincts screaming for Robin.

He pushes forward, gritting his teeth and- trying- to ignore the memories trying to haunt him.

"Steve," Eddie greets, when he finally makes it through the door into his room, sounding exhausted. "What the hell, man?"

"I'm fine," Steve lies, hating how breathless he sounds. He sags into the chair next to Eddies bed, grimacing. "Just need a minute... catch my breath. There's, like, so many stairs."

Eddie is silent for a long moment, but Steve can feel his eyes boring into his head.

"What?"

"Wh- you shouldn't be here, man!" Eddie says. He sounds too exhausted for the stern tone to have any effect. "The nurses have told you already. You need to heal. You can't do that if you're dragging yourself around to... I don't know, check on us?"

"I need to make sure you're ok."

"We're in a hospital. We're as ok as we can get."

"I get that, but..."

The clock chimes, the earth rumbling as the town reads apart, Dustin's screams...

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I understand, alright? But you need to cut this shit out."

"I can't."

"Steve-"

"I need to know that you're alive. I need to know. It's not enough to hear that you're ok, I need to see it. I need to, Eds."

"Jesus Christ," he throws his head back, sighing heavy and dramatically.

But then he lifts his head, smirking a little as he opens an arm out towards him, beckoning him closer.

"Come here, big boy, let me give you a hug."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he does as he told, standing up so he was shuffle to the bed.

"You don't have to say it all creepy, man, you'll give me ideas."

"Promise?" Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. But his playfulness quickly morphs into exasperation again when he huffs out, "just sit down, Steve, come on, come here."

It takes a lot of gesturing and, eventually, slight man handling, but eventually Eddie gets Steve to lay down next to him. He tugs Steve's head down so his ear is resting on his chest and, with some hesitation, he curls an arm around Eddie's waist.

He can feel his heartbeat, thumping against his ear, matching the beeping of the monitor.

"There," Eddie mumbles, brushing his fingers down Steve's spine. "Better, right?"

"... yeah."

His heart is pounding, almost as much as Eddie's is. It's only a little reassuring that Eddie is just as nervous as him- he can only hope it's for the same reason.

"You need to take care of yourself too," Eddie continues. "Who's gonna run around after those brats of you don't heal right? Me? I'm a bad influence, Stevie, you know I'll make 'em worse."

"You'd do great, they love you."

"Noooo," he squeezes Steve a little tighter, whining as high as he can get his voice to go. "Please, I'm begging, I'll go insane if I have to deal with them alone!"

"Now you know how I feel."

"God, I wish I didn't," Eddie sighs, turning serious again so fast that Steve feels like he's getting whiplash. "This whole thing is fucked. Those kids are only, like, fifteen."

Steve hesitates for a moment, before whispering, "I was sixteen, when this all started. Back in 83.x

"Jesus."

"Yeah, it's... I don't know. Like, I know it's horrible, but I like it when it's like this. Everyone in one place, knowing that there's doctors and shit nearby."

"That's not horrible. You know they're being cared for."

"Yeah, but it's worse this time. Like... I keep thinking that one day I'll wake up and we won't have made it. This will be some stupid dream and you and Max..."

"We're still here," Eddie brings a hand up to his head, brushing his hair back. "You can feel it, right? I'm right here. We're not going anywhere."

Steve nods, closing his eyes so he can focus on Eddie's heartbeat.

"You know I love seeing you, right? Just... at least get a wheelchair or something. Please?"

Something is his chest cracks at how Eddie's voice breaks, how pained and desperate he sounds.

"Ok. I can do a wheelchair."

"Good. You start taking care of yourself and we can do this everyday."

"Promise?"

"Yeah," Eddie whispers, hand finally coming to a stop, cupping his cheek. "Yeah, I promise. Whenever and for however long you need. I'll be right here."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm

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gingerteafairy · 3 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Michael Scott

Michael kind of knows what’s going on—he has the internet, after all. The problem? He has no idea how to put that knowledge into practice and ends up making things a bit chaotic. He’ll rush to the store, sending you way too many photos just to make sure he’s getting the right stuff. But he never fails to make you laugh, distracting you from the pain with his terrible, yet oddly endearing, jokes.

"Okay, so listen to this joke… oh man, it’s so wrong, but you’re gonna love it."

Ryan Howard

Ryan has absolutely no clue what he’s doing at first, so he just grabs some random painkillers and hopes for the best. He’s not great at showing affection, so he straight-up asks you what you need. Suddenly, his phone isn’t as important—except when he finds a funny video to show you.

"Do you want water, or is that bad? I heard cold stuff makes it worse or something like that?"

Kelly Kapoor

Your ultimate hype girl and bestie. Kelly goes all out to make you feel better—painting your nails, binge-watching rom-coms, and gossiping with you for hours about whatever obsession you’re currently into. But if she notices you need some quiet time, she’ll try her best to stay silent (with occasional whispers).

"Okay, one last thing before I zip my lips—what’s your opinion on Kylie Jenner right now? I'm sooo excited to hear it."

Pam Beesly

An absolute angel. Pam takes care of every little detail, drawing cute doodles of you to cheer you up. She picks the perfect cozy movies or shows to watch together and makes you hot chocolate if you like it. Expect a full Studio Ghibli marathon and the softest hair strokes until you fall asleep.

"If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

Karen Filippelli

Super practical. She knows exactly what to do and helps right away—no hesitation. Some might mistake her efficiency for indifference, but that’s not the case at all. She’s been through this before, so she gets it. If she notices you're extra clingy, she’ll go the extra mile to make sure you're comfortable.

"You’re so cute when you’re like this. I think work can wait a little."

Dwight Schrute

Shockingly, the most prepared. He knows your cycle better than you do because, of course, he has a detailed calendar tracking it. Dwight is weirdly knowledgeable about medicine, herbs, and natural remedies and takes this situation very seriously.

"Wrap this coat around your waist. Heat acts as a vasodilator and helps with muscle contractions. Make sure to rest and not overuse the fetal position, do variations and stretches. I sent you a list with some."

Jim Halpert

The ultimate sweetheart. He treats you like absolute royalty, checking in with calls and texts if he’s not around. When he is around, he makes sure you’re snuggled up under the softest blankets, watching your favorite comfort movies. If he doesn’t know how to help, he’ll figure it out—whether by asking you or doing his own research.

"Are you comfy? I can switch positions if you want. Oh, and I got your favorite snack."

Luke Cooper

Movie night? Absolutely. And yes, your favorite snacks are included. Luke did some research on periods and thinks he’s now basically an expert—but sometimes he says things that are completely off, like claiming lemon juice can “turn off” the pain receptors in your brain. He tones down the teasing for a bit and just becomes a human-sized heating pad.

"Don’t get used to this. Give it a few days, and I’ll be annoying you again."

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ivyluvsyouu · 1 year ago

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WHY IS YOUR WRITING SO GOOD AAAUUGH

anyways, wanted to request Liyue characters (any of your choice) and an Adepti reader and their reactions on that. Also I really like your writing, keep up the good work!

𝑳𝒊𝒚𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊 𝒔/𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖, 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖, 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖, 𝑯𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒐, 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒈, 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆, 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐

𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑳𝒊𝒚𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚��𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅!! 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒚𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘<𝟑!

𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖

Baizhu finds you quite interesting. You told him about your adeptus powers pretty early on into your relationship and he finds it extremely intriguing. He asks a lot of questions about your powers and about your life before him. He knows that adepti don't die from old age, so he asks about the past a lot since your thousands of years old. He asks for you to try his medicines that he makes sometimes to see if they will have an effect on you. "Darling, can you try this one?"

He doesn't ask all the time because he doesn't want you to think that he's using you because he isn't. He just finds your history and your powers extremely interesting, and he wants to be able to understand you more. So, if it seems like he's using you for his research he's not doing that he just wants to be able to understand his beloved s/o more.

𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖

She's heard of the adeti before, and she's even met a few before but she doesn't fully understand everything about them. So, when you confessed to being an adeptus she didn't really know what to do. It's not like she was mad, or she loved you any less she just didn't know what to do to understand you or how your powers worked. You had hidden it from her for a while because you were nervous about how she would react and when you told her she made sure you knew that she didn't love you any less and that she wasn't upset. "It's okay, I understand why you would hide something like that" she said wrapping her arms around you.

She asks Ganyu about it since she knows Ganyu is an adeptus as well. Ganyu gave her some brief history on adepti and how they're powers work and their history. She always tries to learn more and more about you and your powers and she's always trying to educate herself on adepti so she listens to everything Ganyu tells her.

𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖

She already knows that you're and adeptus since she's an adeptus So, it's not really anything out of the ordinary for her. If anything, she prefers her s/o to be an adeptus since it's easier for her to relate to another adeptus. She loves being able to talk to you about things mortals wouldn't understand. She finds most of the other adepti hard to talk to so her s/o being an adeptus really helps her. "It's so easy to talk to you, y/n"

You two had been friends for hundreds of years before you two got into a relationship and Ganyu had feelings for you for hundreds of years before you two got together so getting into a relationship with you was one of the best things that has ever happened to her.

𝑯𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒐

"Ooohh cool so you're like super strong right? I know Mr Xiao is an adeptus so you're like him?? Woahh you're so great y/n, I'm so lucky to have you as my s/o" she said smiling at you. When you admitted you were an adeptus all she could think of was how cool it was and how much more she admired you. She takes such pride in you being an adeptus she just tells people about it mid conversation. "Oh, my s/o? there super strong and there an adeptus!! How cool is that?!"

She always tries to learn more about adepti and your history and how your powers work. "So, y/n, I have to ask, have you ever met any of the archons?? What are they like??" she's so curious about everything, she'll join you on commissions just to see how your powers work.

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒈

"Hm? You're an adeptus? Oh, I know darling I could tell" she said softly as she looked up from her work. She knew everything about Liyue, Including the Adepti and who they are and their history so she could tell that you're an adeptus. And honestly, she doesn't care. As long as your safe and cared for she doesn't care about you being an adeptus.

She knows about adepti powers and the history of the adepti and everything so she's not really curious about how your powers work. If you want to rant to her or vent to her about how stressful being an adeptus can be she will listen and give you as much as advice as she can.

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆

She was raised by adepti so she already knew who you were and when you two developed feelings for each other and eventually got into a relationship she knew that you were and adeptus and how important you were to the people of Liyue. Most people address her as an adeptus but at the end of the day Shenhe is a mortal, so she always tries to understand you more. She has a pretty good understanding of your powers, but she always tries to learn more.

She looks up to you a lot and is proud to say that her s/o is an adeptus. She knows how hard you work to protect Liyue so she always tries to be as supportive as possible. She does get worried sometimes that you might get hurt, but she has to tell herself that your strong and that you'll be okay.

𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐

Like Ganyu, He prefers to have a s/o whose an adeptus. Honestly, I can't see him falling for a mortal I can only see him falling for another adeptus. He finds it easier to communicate with you because you understand things mortals wouldn't. He knows being in a relationship with him is difficult but you being an adeptus helps a lot.

He knows how different each adeptus is, so he always asks questions about how your powers work. You both had known of each other for thousands of years, but you had never really spoken much but when you did, he fell for you instantly and he spent a few hundred years thinking of ways he could confess to you. And it took him another hundred years to find the confidence to build up the confidence to confess but once he did you both knew that you two would spend the rest of eternity with each other.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒛 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔<𝟑!

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