#AWAY FROM DAI IF DAI'S PASSED OUT OR IN DANGER OR SMTH

[dnangelic]

' no ?! '

b-but --- ! owners should have been responsible for their pets , right ?! and wiz jumping all over the place at people wasn't a good look at all for either of them ... ! still , he lets sakura hold onto him ; so does wiz , who lets out yet long , shamelessly self-satisfied kyuu gathered up into her arms .

the hint of a glistening tear doesn't escape the niwa's observations either , frantic and exposed as his raw nerves have become .

' s-sakura-san ... '

a frown . he can't help but hesitate .

' do you have ... animal allergies ? '

is that what was happening ? in which case , he really would have been happy to reclaim wiz out of her hands if only to keep his dander out of any sensitive nose and tear-ducts . still , even people with the worst sorts of allergies could deeply love animals and want to pet or hold them sometimes , couldn't they ? and with wiz already nuzzling and cuddling up against her , leaving some traces of snow white fur clinging to her jacket , maybe it was already too late ...

' um , ' in the end , his shoulders lower as do his hands . neatly , he clings to his own digits , squeezing his right with his left , obedient to her decline . ' i --- i won't , so don't worry ... ' though he really does feel he should run off without listening if only to seek out some eye drops or some kind of tissues .

' still , i'm sorry , he doesn't usually do that ... ! er , it might have been because i was holding him , ' giving wiz ample space to make a bold leap , rather than merely run circles around both of their feet like he usually did . his fault ; his responsibility . ' b-but --- if he starts to get heavy or fussy or something , i'll take him right away ! okay ?! '

as long as sakura didn't hurt him or get angry ... !

Ah—

Owner and pet move away, and with them, Haruka’s heart falls; but she says nothin’ to it. He had no reason to not take him away, given her words—and it ain’t like she can take them back.

(Actually, no, I do wanna pet him, but if I say that out loud I might actually just die because doin’ that is really fuckin’ scary to me is not really a thing people just say.)

So she sulks; she can’t do shit else, and neither can Dai or Wiz or anyone. But it’s fine; she’s already prepping to huff and find something else to say (sorry, Dai, but she’s gonna interrupt ya; she ain’t listenin’ over the regret of her own failure—), too familiar with being disappointed with and in her own self to really linger on something like this for long—

—but then Wiz is fucking jumping and she’s scramblin’ to catch, to hold, to secure him before he ends up on the floor. She really doesn’t know where to put her arms, so she just ends up makin’ a kinda bowl (maybe????) underneath’im, trying to both be careful and making sure she can’t possibly squeeze him at all.

...and then she’s just left staring at him, startled and awed all at once.

“Uh—” Intelligently, for a second, all that comes out of her is noise. “H-He, ah—”

She wants it to become words, yeah, but it keeps getting locked in her throat as she and Wiz keep each other’s eye. Dai’s outburst, itself, is nothin’ but background noise; her heart is in her ears, the loud bumbumbum born of fear and excitement.

(As much as she’s been wantin’ to, and with Wiz especially, she’s never had the opportunity to actually hold somethin’ before—not anything that was animate.)

What she notices, first, is just how soft he is. The second thing she notices is just how warm he is.

A soft, warm little creature... in her arms.

“No—!” All of a sudden, the ball of emotion clears from her throat somethin’ harsh (it settles in her eyes, but she manages to bat the sudden moisture away with a quick but hard blink, with a quick shake of her head—) and her voice comes out the same. She has to take a second, has to try and keep herself from tensing even more (What if I hurt’im by doin’ that—?), before she can speak again.

“It’s—It’s okay. He’s okay, I think.” She hopes. “So don’t...”

Don’t make me put him down yet. Please.

[samubytheocean]

your little habits that flusters the Haikyuu boys

you think nothing of it- and he knows it. So why is he about to pass out?

teeth rotting fluff

might make it a series lmk

grabbing their sleeve

he walks you home. no questions asked. anywhere, anytime, no matter what weather. he mutters out “cuz i’m bored” or some other lame excuse and rolls his eyes whenever you tease him about him being your butler or smth

he’ll never admit, that those walks are the highlights of his days. listening to you blabbering any and every thought that comes up, occasionally grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over or gathering up your hair that has fallen down to your face, yeah he loves all of it.

he’ll never admit, that you just look too pretty, yapping away your worries with your hands flying all over the place. so he only adds in quiet “oh yeah?”s and “no way”s to fuel your rants. he’s listening alright. he’ll ask you to follow up on the tea few days later.

so when you suddenly halt, eyes wide with a sweet, sweet gasp falling from your lips, he visibly flinches. is something there? are you in danger? does he have to carry you bridal and run home? he looks down, confused at your unusual quiet quivering lips.

he flinches when you tug his jersey down, towards the bush at the side of the road. yeah. no danger. just some neighborhood kittens lazing about in the sunset warmth.

your hands stay on the fabric, hands so small but the grip tight as you melt at the adorable sight. he stands up a little, gulping as he feels your touch warm against the cool cloth. the weight of your arm rests against his, and his fingertips tingle as they fall against your soft arms.

he tenses slightly, feeling the blush rise from his neck. was it the sunset? why was it suddenly so hot? you had the every option to hold him. his arm, his shoulders, hands, but the hem of his sleeve? why did your hands suddenly look so cute, gripping tightly as you gleamed innocently?

he looks away as he looks for his phone in the other side of the jacket, grumbling quietly about how he should take a photo of the sight. hopefully you can’t see how flustered this thoughtless touch has made him.

you saw. how could you miss the adorable blush all over his ears?

TSUKI, KENMA, SUNA (a little more enthusiastic about the tea bet) and SAKUSA

sticking & biting your tongue out

he hates it. more specifically, he hates the effect it has on him. a bit of him still doesn’t believe that it’s a absentminded habitual thing. seriously i bet he has asked you, politely and very shyly if you did it on purpose. once, and the confused face you gave him made him so red i swear. he started muttering nonsensical words until you nervously laughed. He just quietly rubbed the back of his neck (which was sweating so, so much)

i see a very clear picture. you guys are in the same class, and you’re so deep into the paper that you are writing, typing away something that has to be of equal relevance to the constitution or smth.

he can’t help but steal some glances at you. he has always admired how devoted you were to your assignments. both your passion and quality of the work motivated him to be a better person. not to mention how hopelessly pretty you looked, eyebrows scrunched up as your glossy lips mutter something. maybe you were choosing between your wording? maybe this was the chance to go over and very nonchalantly offer a fresh set of eyes?

that moment he shifts in his seat, his breathing stops. you open your mouth again, probably to mutter something out, but this time the tip of your glistening, pink tongue flicks out. he stops him his seat, awkwardly positioned, as his head furiously moves back to his laptop, heartbeat raging against his suddenly sweaty fingertips.

what the actual fuck? that must have been a mistake right? you must have just been trying to wet your lips or something. sure there’s nothing more of it.. but he can’t get the sight of the moment out of his head, you relaxing your pretty body for a second as you let out a little sigh, and that pink, glistening tongue sticking out from your plush lips. he feels a pang of guilt, so he quietly takes a shakey breath. there’s no more to it. cut it out. just go and talk to her!

yeah that didn’t go as planned, because when he looked back, the lightheadedness made him grip the edge of the table to stop himself from letting out a surprised sigh. the edge your tongue was caught between your teeth, peeking just out from your lips. your eyes squinting at the screen, just so focused on the work. he sank back to his chair, his eyes racing to look anywhere else.

there’s nothing more to it. he knows. you’re his best friend. he swears. but as he hears you mumble about how you can’t focus, he can’t help but think

how the pink fat would feel against his, and how desperate he is to help you relieve some stress

AKAASHI, KUROO (nerdy looser kuroo is the best kuroo), GOSHIKI, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA (friends to lovers w him omg), AONE

this was so fun to write and i have so many more ideas about it? plz let me know if yall want more cuz i am more than willing to deliver 🫤🙌

[slu7formen]

I heard you were sad about the lack of Luke asks, so l've decided to try and help! Bare with me bc this might not be the best considering I'm think on the spot and its late over here so feel free to delete!

So, reader was with Luke when he was running away with Annie and Thalia so they're really close. Then, when her and Luke were like 16 or smth reader left on a quest and its been like 2 years so its assumed that she just failed and died on her quest. This ruined Luke bc he loved her and one night, maybe at the bonfire, he hears reader screaming his name somewhere in the foresty part of camp, just absolutely terrified. He finds her and shes hurt, I'm talkin reallyyy messed up like a massive gash across her eye, (matching scar awww) leavin her like half blind, huge claw marks, teeth marks, and other wounds. He carries her to the infirmary, shes prob passed out at this point from like blood loss. Anyways, she finally wakes up in the infirmary and a bunch of fluff ensues, yk the usual "Don't ever leave me again" "I thought you were dead" the fun stuff and obv they confess to each other! (also, is 🖤 taken?)

whoever made this request, it was so good, you’re evil and brilliant; thank you 🖤

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: wounds, injuries, blood mention, presumed death, luke being heartbroken (sorry), crying

reminder: english's not my first language so l apologize for any spelling mistakes

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Every morning, Luke woke with the same dull ache in his chest, a constant reminder of the gaping hole your absence had left in him. It was a hollow ache, a physical manifestation of the loneliness that had become his unwelcome company. Nine years old when he ran away, the world had been a harsh teacher, but three years later, when he found you, that harshness had softened, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. You, a scared, twelve-year-old with defiance blazing in your eyes and a meager weapon in hand, had become his anchor in the storm.

The streets had been a cruel way of living, but together, you and Luke had forged a bond stronger than steel. You were the same age, yet he was older by a few months, a difference that somehow granted him a silent responsibility for your safety. Thalia and Annabeth, two more lost souls swept up in the world of their demigod destinies, completed their unbalanced family. But it was you and Luke, the two eldest, who shared a silent language of understanding that went beyond words. You fought together, scavenged together, your backs against the world.

The arrival of Grover, a satyr reeking of panic, brought relief and a terrifying truth— you weren't alone. The hunt for demigods was real, and you were all in danger.

Fourteen. A year etched in his memory with the sharp point of a spear. The monsters, the desperate fight, Thalias selfless sacrifice, the agonizing transformation into the pine tree — the events played on a loop in his mind. Camp Half-Blood, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a bittersweet prison. He had you by his side then, a hand to grip in the darkness, a silent understanding in your shared gaze.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be there, by his side, facing challenges and forging a future together. He replayed the memory of your first quest announcement on a loop. The fear in his gut, a slap in the face of his fierce protectiveness. He wasn't supposed to lose you.

It wasn't fair. It shouldn't have been you, alone, facing whatever monstrous fate had befallen you. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he replayed the day you left. The forced cheer, the worry that gnawed at him, all a blur now. Training became a way to numb the ache, each swing of his sword carrying a silent plea for your sate return. But as days turned into months, the hope that had fueled him began to fade away.

News traveled slow in the demigod world, but eventually, rumors reached Camp Half-Blood. Whispers of a monstrous encounter, a lost trail, a silence that stretched too long. A year after your departure, the whispers solidified into a grim reality - you were missing, presumed dead.

Luke felt the world tilt on its axis. Denial battled with a cold, horrifying truth. You were gone.

A quest, a single solitary mission, had stolen you from him. Stolen your laughter, your warmth, your presence that had become an essential part of his world. It wasn't fair.

The quest for the Golden Apple had been a cruel twist of fate. A desperate attempt to appease his father, to offer a sliver of hope to a camp drowning in sadness, it had backfired spectacularly. Luke returned empty-handed, his body wracked with exhaustion and his spirit battered. But the most visible reminder of his failure was the jagged scar that ran from beneath his eye down to his chin, a pale testament to the dragon's fury.

He'd needed your presence then more than ever. Needed your steady gaze and the quiet strength you possessed. Needed the spark of defiance in your eyes that mirrored his own growing anger towards a world that had seemed so determined to tear them apart. He needed your touch, your hugs, he needed you.

He stood stiffly before your burial shroud, an image carved in his memory forever. Tears streamed down his face, hot and unchecked. He ignored the concerned glances of his friends, focusing only on the phantom warmth of your hand in his, a memory more vivid than anything else.

In that moment, ravaged by grief, a single truth burned bright — he loved you. And he had lost you. The world felt a little emptier, a little colder, without you by his side.

And the first nights after you left were the worst.

At first, they were hopeful visions. He'd see you, alone on a dusty road, tending to a nasty gash on your arm with a makeshift bandage. A surge of worry would course through him, a familiar anxiety honed by years on the streets. But then, a wry smile would tug at his lips as he remembered the countless times he'd taught you how to create a tourniquet, how to patch a wound and survive on the bare minimum. A flicker of confidence, a belief in your resourcefulness, would chase away the initial fear. He just knew you'd find a way back to him.

He'd wake with a jolt, his hand instinctively reaching for the empty space beside him. The sheets were cold, the air thick with the silence of your absence. But then, a flicker of hope would ignite— you were alive, you were out there.

Finally, the dreams turned into nightmares. You'd appear, but not the way he remembered you. Pale and gaunt, your eyes hollow and vacant. Sometimes, you'd be chased by monstrous shadows, their grotesque forms dissolving into a chilling whisper of your name. These dreams left him gasping for breath, his heart hammering against his ribs.

It had been a little over a year since the agonizing ceremony, the image of your burial shroud seared into his memory. But time, a supposed healer, offered no solace. In reality, it had stretched the fact of your absence even wider. Two years. Two years since he'd last seen your smile, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his.

"Luke!"

Ah, yes. He heard you sometimes. At first, it happened while he was alone; he believed it could be you, trying to contact him in some way, but it never was that way. He never found you. Then he started hearing your voice in crowded places, mistaking your voice for the ones of other campers, and his heart ached every time he realized it wasn't you.

He felt like he was going insane. Hearing you, even after years. He must be going mad. But then, it became clearer.

"Luke!"

The voice, barely audible above the crackling flames, cut through his thoughts like a knife. He froze, his hand tightening around the thin stick that held his burned marshmallow. Was it-? No. It couldn't be. He must be imagining things again.

The grief, the pain, he knew, could play tricks on the mind.

He brushed it off, attempting to rejoin the conversation, forcing a lightness to his voice that felt hollow. But then, it came again. Clearer this time, tinged with a desperate urgency.

"Luke!? Luke!"

The single word, laden with a desperate urgency, pierced through his defenses. He froze, his blood turning to ice. It was your voice. The same voice that filled his dreams and haunted his waking hours. He whipped his head around, searching the darkened forest beyond the fire's reach.

But the trees stood silent, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Nothing. Yet, the echo of your voice lingered in the air, a chilling reminder of the impossible. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drum against his ribs.

He glanced around the fire, catching the bewildered expressions of a few campers who had clearly heard the voice too. Their eyes mirrored the confusion and fear that clawed at him. If he said anything, they'd think he'd cracked, that the pain had finally driven him mad.

"Luke!"

But it was you.

Your voice, unmistakable and undeniably real. A wave of disbelief washed over him, followed by a surge of hope so intense it threatened to suffocate him.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the surprised yelps of his friends as he knocked over a tray of steaming hot cocoa cups. Stumbling over his own feet, he charged towards the edge of the forest, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

He skidded to a halt just inside the treeline, his eyes scanning the darkness. "yn!?" he called out, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. The only reply was the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

It was cloaked in darkness, making it impossible to discern any details. But there was a smallness, a fragility to its silhouette that resonated with his memory of you.

Just as doubt began to creep back in, another call pierced the silence. "Luke!" This time, the desperation in your voice was unmistakable.

He didn't hesitate any longer. "yn!" he roared, his voice raw with emotion as he launched himself into a run.

Several campers, roused by the commotion, scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with confusion and trepidation. They watched, mouths agape, as Luke bolted towards the treeline, his long strides eating away at the distance.

"Luke!" Your voice came again, closer this time, tinged with a note of panic.

"yn!" He didn't dare slow down, his heart making its way up to his mouth. He could hear the sound of others following him, their footsteps pounding on the soft earth behind him.

Through the dense foliage, he caught a glimpse of your figure — small, hunched over, moving with a limp. Hope flared bright within him, battling the tide of fear that threatened to drown him.

Then, you stumbled, nearly falling. He redoubled his efforts, pushing himself to the limit. As he broke through the last line of trees, he saw you standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight.

And his breath hitched in his throat.

The sight of you, once vibrant and full of life, was a punch to the gut. Dirt and grime smeared your face, your clothes were ripped and tattered, and a sheen of sweat covered your brow. But it was the wounds that stole his breath away. Deep claw marks raked across your arms, a bloody gash marred your leg, and the most horrifying of all — a massive scar stretched across your eye, a brutal reminder of some unseen battle. The campers behind him gasped in unison, their faces etched with shock and horror.

Chiron, alerted by the commotion, pushed his way through the crowd, his brow furrowed in concern.

But your focus was solely on Luke. With a desperate cry of his name, you lurched towards him, your injured leg buckling beneath you. Without hesitation, Luke launched himself forward, catching you in his arms just before you hit the ground.

"Luke..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath. Your eyes, the one that wasn't obscured by the wound, flickered with a spark of relief and a hint of something else - a deep, unspoken emotion that mirrored his own.

Then, your eyelids fluttered closed, and your body went limp in his arms. Panic surged through him as he cradled you closer, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and relief. " yn? No, no, no, no, yn?" he slightly slapped your cheek, no response. He looked back to to the campers that decided to follow him, his voice cracking with desperation. "Get the Apollo cabin, now!"

The days that followed your arrival were shrouded in a suffocating silence. The once vibrant camp seemed to echo with a collective held breath. No one dared to talk to Luke.

His eyes, once playful and sparkly, now held a deep, smoldering anger. He snapped at anyone who dared to approach. Only Chiron, with his patient wisdom, Annabeth, with her loyalty, and the healers of Apollo cabin, sworn to secrecy about your condition, were able to pierce the storm raging within him.

Each day, a relentless routine unfolded. Luke would rise with the first rays of dawn, his body heavy with the weight of his own despair. He'd force down a meager breakfast, the taste turning to ash in his mouth. Then, with a heart that felt like a lead weight in his chest, he'd make the agonizing trek to the Big House, the temporary haven where you resided. He would do it multiple times a day, actually.

Lee, the son of Apollo with a mop of messy blonde hair and eyes that held a touch of empathy, would greet him at the door, a practiced neutrality masking his concern. The answer was always the same. You were alive. The healers had managed to stabilize you. But your recovery was a slow, painful journey. The wounds you bore were a testament to a harrowing pain, and the care they had taken on your body was immense.

As soon as you had fainted in his arms, you had slipped into unconsciousness. No amount of coaxing, no whispered pleas from the healers, or songs in Ancient Greek, could bring you back. Luke was devastated. The relief of having you back, a physical presence after two agonizing years, was a fragile flame quickly extinguished by the reality of your condition. Your life hung by a thread, and he was kept at arm's length.

One particularly bleak afternoon, Luke found himself face-to-face with Chiron. The old centaur, his kind eyes reflecting the turmoil swirling within Luke, gestured for him to sit.

"Luke," Chiron began, his voice soft yet firm, "I understand your pain. Your worry for yn is valid and understandable. But you must also understand, her condition is delicate"

Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with suppressed anger. "Why can't I see her? Annabeth's younger than me and yet, she gets to see her. Why not me?" The words tumbled out, laced with a raw desperation.

Chiron sighed, a weary sound. "Because, Luke," he said, his voice heavy with empathy, "we fear the emotional toll it might take on you if-, if the worst were to happen."

He slumped in his chair, defeated. Grief, anger, and a gnawing helplessness battled within him.

"How long then?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "How long will it be before I can see her again?"

Chiron reached out, placing a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "We don't know, Luke" he said honestly. "But the healers are doing their best And you need to find your strength. She will need it when she wakes up”

He nodded dumbly, understanding Chiron's concern for him. But that didn't make the gnawing ache in his chest any less agonizing. He missed you. Missed the warmth of your hand in his, the light that sparkled in your eyes, the way your laughter could chase away even the darkest shadows.

A few days later, he walked by the Big House again. Lee greeted him again, just as every other day.

"How is she?" Luke asked.

Lee sighed, a gust of exasperation tinged with sympathy. He looked tired himself, dark circles under his eye and a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Little change. But she's stable. Stronger than she looks. We had some healers fainting because of how much singing they've done to her"

A muscle ticked in Luke's jaw. "Can't I at least see her?" The words came out harsher than he intended, dripping with frustration.

Lee studied him for a long moment, his own blue eyes reflecting the turmoil within Luke. Finally, he spoke. "Look, I get it. You're scared, you're angry. But you have to understand, seeing her like this... we can't let you"

Luke clenched his fists. "I can handle it" he growled, the beast within him straining against its leash.

Lee took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Can you, Luke? Can you handle the possibility that maybe she doesn't get to wake up?"

The question hung in the air, a brutal truth that stripped away Luke's bravado. He stared at Lee, the anger draining away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that surprised even him. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat suddenly making it hard to breathe.

"No" he whispered, the single word a confession of his deepest fear.

Lee nodded, a flicker of understanding softening his features. "Then trust us, Luke. Trust the healers. We're doing everything we can."

And then he remember Chiron's words. He knew he was right. He couldn't bear the thought of the last image of you being one of unconsciousness, a pale specter in a sterile infirmary bed.

The days that followed settled into a grim routine. Luke stopped asking the relentless question, 'Did she wake up?' The answer, etched into his weary soul, was a constant ache that no words could soothe. He had stopped arguing, the initial burst of rebellion replaced by a quiet desperation. He started asking more specific questions, focusing on the details of your injuries. Your eye, the massive gash that mirrored his own scar in a way that made his stomach churn, became a particular point of morbid fascination.

He couldn't bear to look at the jagged mark on his face, couldn't imagine how it felt on yours.

Not because he thought you wouldn't be beautiful —he knew you would be. But the thought of you facing the same constant reminder of pain, of vulnerability, filled him with a protective rage that simmered beneath the surtace.

But then, a shift began to occur. He noticed stolen glances exchanged between the Apollo campers, hushed whispers that died down as soon as he entered their vicinity. An unspoken secret they guarded fiercely. He tried to ignore it, burying himself in training, seeking solace in the familiar sting of sweat and exertion. Chiron's words were a constant drumbeat in his head - seeing you too soon, on the precipice of death, was a burden he might not bear.

But later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon casting the camp in an orange glow, Chiron sought him out. Luke braced himself, his heart plummeting into his stomach. His mind spun with a thousand morbid possibilities.

He met Chiron's gaze, a storm brewing in his own eyes. "What is it?" he rasped, voice breaking.

Chiron took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Luke's with a solemn intensity. "Luke," he began, his voice thick with a mix of trepidation and hope, "she's awake."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis again. The air whooshed out of Luke's lungs, leaving him breathless. For a moment, he could only stare, his mind struggling to process the simple, life-altering statement.

Then he ran.

His feet pounded a trantic rhythm against the dusty path, each step fueled by a desperate need to see you. Chiron's protests, if there were any, were lost in the roar of blood rushing in his ears. He wouldn't be denied this. Not now. His legs pumped like pistons, fueled by a desperate hope that threatened to shatter him if it turned out to be false. He burst through the doors of the Big House, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. The interior was deserted, the silence amplifying the frantic pounding of his heart.

He flung open the infirmary door, the sight inside momentarily stealing his breath. Two Apollo campers stood by the window, their hushed whispers abruptly cut short by his arrival.

But his eyes were locked on you, the very image of him defying the cruelty of fate.

You sat on the bed, a fragile silhouette bathed in the pale light, your head bent over your bandaged hands. Your hair, once a fiery mane, had grown longer, a testament to the time that had passed for him in a blur of grief. Your skin, usually kissed by the sun, was a pale canvas.

He took everything in — the fresh cuts marring your arms, the claw marks, the way your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. And you had lifted your head, startled by the sudden noise.

Your eyes, usually sparkling with life, were dull with pain, but when they met his, a spark ignited within them.

"Luke!"

The word ripped from your throat, a cry that echoed with relief and a tremor of something deeper. You lunged off the bed, ignoring the wince that contorted your face as your injured leg protested.

"yn, wait!" Lee sprang forward, concern etched on his face. Your stitches, particularly those on your thigh, were still fresh, and any sudden movement could cause them to tear.

But you didn't listen. You threw yourself at Luke, your arms wrapping around him with a desperation that mirrored his own. He caught you, the impact sending a jolt through his body. His arms tightened around you, a desperate need to hold on, to feel you solid against him.

He held you tight, the fierce possessiveness in his grip both a comfort and a warning. Your body, the way you fit so perfectly against his larger frame, sent a jolt through him. He'd grown, you realized, his broad shoulders feeling wider, his embrace stronger. In contrast, you felt impossibly small, the warrior you remembered replaced by a shell of the person you once were. His hot tears quickly started to wet your hair.

The sudden weakness in your leg, the one that had been screaming in protest since you lunged at him, finally overwhelmed you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as your body gave way beneath you. Instinctively, Luke tightened his grip, his arms morphing into a cradle to catch your fall.

The impact with the floor sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through you, but it was a dull ache compared to the overwhelming joy of finally being in his arms again. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Luke wouldn't stop sobbing now, his shoulder shaking as his arms held you into his embrace.

The Apollo campers, sensing the intimacy of the moment, mumbled apologies as they slipped out of the infirmary, leaving you and Luke alone.

He cradled you close, the scent of your hair and the warmth of your body a balm to his battered soul. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar fragrance that had haunted his dreams for so long. It was real. You were real.

"You're alive" he sobbed, the words a broken mantra against your ear. "You're alive" he repeated. Each repetition wasn't just for you, but for him, a desperate attempt to convince himself that this wasn't a cruel dream, that you weren't an illusion.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hand, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. The wounds looked clean now, stitched and bandaged, but the raw pain was etched in the lines around your eyes. The gash across your eye, a crimson scar angry and fresh, pulled at the corner of your eye, making it appear swollen and bruised. Yet, to him, you were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

It started a finger's width above your eyebrow, then, just as abruptly, it dipped down, catching the outer corner of your eye. The scar tissue pulled the delicate skin, making your eye appear slightly narrowed and bloodshot.

But despite the rawness of the wound, despite the vulnerability etched on your face, there was something undeniably fierce about you. It was a look he hadn't seen before, a look born from surviving the unthinkable.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. You had always been beautiful, that much was undeniable. But now, even with a scar contrasting against your features, you were breathtaking.

He didn't mean to say it out loud, but the words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them.

"You look beautiful" he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hand. "It hurts" you whispered, a tear tracing a path down your cheek.

"I know" he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. He sniffed uncontrollably at your sight, so broken and fragile, wrapped around his arm. "But you're alive. You're here" his bottom lip started trembling before he could control it. He inhaled sharply and his voice came out shaky; "I thought you were dead" tears rolling down his cheeks.

You laughed, a weak sound that was more like a sob. "You won't get rid of me that easily"

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. In that moment, the infirmary with its sterile smell and harsh light faded away. All that existed was the feel of you in his arms, the warmth of your body against his, and the knowledge that you were alive.

"Don't ever leave me again" he pleaded, his voice thick with a mix of relief and terror. The thought of losing you again, of facing another agonizing day without you, was almost unbearable.

"I wouldn't dream of it" you whispered.

[maple-the-awesome]

The Chain Meets His Baby || 2/2

Part 1 ||

Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Legend, Sky x Reader

Requested by @kieradumpzz081927: I hope your request are open(or if ur free for requests), so i saw ur LU oneshots about the one that is called ' He becames a dad ' or smth. So, why not that he would introduce his kid(s) to the chain? That ones going to be interesting Warning: Some mature jokes here and there. Nothing major, but gotta give the new dad a little hell, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Six minutes and twenty seconds. That's how long you were able to relax before a series of knocks ruined your peace. Predictably, the sound is enough to echo throughout your small home followed by shrilling cries from the once silent cradle mere feet from your bedside. 

You could almost cry yourself, although you're able to hold in your frustrations thanks to the smoothing pat your husband gives your head before sighing heavily himself and sitting up from bed. All the two of you wanted was one second of sleep - one second to collapse in bed next to each other and rest your eyes which feel as if they haven't shut in weeks, but apparently, that's too much to ask of this universe.

After giving a quick kiss to your cheek (and smirking at your annoyed grumbling), Twilight slides off the bed and makes his way to the cradle. There, he skillfully sweeps the wiggling newborn into his arms, cooing the distressed baby loving as they make their way to the front door. Seeing as this precious child has only existed for a mere week, it can't really be too much of a surprise that your home has become a hotspot for visitors. Between the village children excitedly wanting to see their newest member and their parents stopping by to offer meals, advice, and all-around support, it seems your door is almost always open these days (not you truly mind one bit), although as it would turn out, your current company doesn't fall into the excepted categories. 

"What are you guys doing here?" Twilight suddenly doesn't feel so tired anymore once setting eyes upon the familiar group. They're all here - all eight of the heroes of courage; his treasured friends. This is, what, the third time his world has somehow crossed with theirs? This is really becoming a common pattern, isn't it, and for a split moment, Twilight feels a strike of fear at the thought of this being the start of yet another long, tiresome journey. Now!? He couldn't possibly leave now! What kind of partner and father would that make him? You need him here. He promised he'd be home for you, and for -

"- There's no danger, so don't fret. We've already investigated everything before coming here," Time, who must've read Twilight's worried expression, promptly explains things while failing to fall victim to the same jaw-dropped silence that strikes every other hero in the group as they all stare in astonishment at Twilight - or more accurately, the bothered baby huffing in his arms.

Instead of mocking surprise, Time’s eye casually drops to acknowledge the little one, his lips lifting into a pleasant smile, “...And this must be the famous pup I’ve heard so much about?”

“Wait, you knew?!” Sky gasps, everyone’s shocked attention snapping to the Old Man. He pays them no mind, too focused on his main priority of being the first to hold his great-great-something grandson who Twilight eagerly passes over.

“Ah!” The Rancher’s once worried expression changes like a switch, flashing away into an all-too excited grin. As has been common lately, having new company around immediately sparkles a rambling spiel fueled by his flooding avidity (which has impressively failed to die down even with the exhaustion of early fatherhood), “I was gonna send letters to y’all - it just slipped my mind. These past few days have been a bit chaotic while getting all adjusted. Yep, this one’s mine - lil’ Lupin. He’s officially four days old, born at 10:14 in the morning at a healthy 7.6 pounds -”

“- You’re gonna have to write all that down for any of us to remember it,” Wild rolls his eyes, although it’s in good spirit as he peeks at the tiny baby with a small smile. It doesn’t take the other boys long to notice that, like Time, their Champion doesn’t seem too surprised by this situation either, looking at the newborn with only a little bit more interest than he would a cute puppy.

“I take it you knew, too, then?” Four quizzes.

“He kept hinting towards it at first until I finally gave in and asked. I didn’t know when to expect them to be here, though.”

“It’s been nine months since then,” Twilight points out teasingly, causing Wild to huff and throw his hands up in the air defensively. 

“How should I know how long they take to bake! Besides, judging by the way you practically sent me a whole novel about how excited you were, I figured it was only going to be a matter of weeks, maybe a few months by that point. How in Hylia’s name did you stand to be like that for nine?”

“I barely did! It was hell having to be that patience, anyone here could tell you…but Lupin’s here now and definitely worth the wait, I’d say,” Twilight sighs dramatically, looking lovingly at his son who by now has settled peacefully in the comfort of Time’s arms, no longer squirming and fussing. To be fair, his ancestor does have quite a bit of practice juggling twins at this point. One is nothing.

“He’s a beautiful baby, that’s for sure,” Time chuckles, at last taking his eyes away from his newest family member, “You did good, cub.” 

Twilight preens at his mentor’s compliment, “Isn’t he? I’ve been around other babies before, but having one of my very own…It just hits different, ya’ know? …I actually wouldn’t mind a couple more -”

“- Don’t push your luck, mister,” On cue, you appear from around the corner, tiredly rubbing your eyes yet managing a smile to greet the rest of the Chain, "You weren't the one who had to go through nine months of heartburn followed by hours of torture.”

“- Eventually. I wouldn't mind a couple more ‘eventually��,” Twilight clarifies, quick to hook his arm around your waist and pull you against himself the second you’re close enough, “Besides, you handled it like a queen.”

You roll your eyes while resting your head against his shoulder, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere different.”

“That’s not what you said nine months ago~” Twilight smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead only to earn himself a swat against the head.

Warrior originally elected to ignore the heavy knocking at his front door which threatened his peaceful morning's silence. Whatever this kingdom demands of him, they can simply add it to his tab. He's comfortable in bed where it's warm and you're snuggled in his arms, looking as beautiful as ever with a mess of bedhead and matching dark circles under your eyes. Best of all? Your son has achieved a new record of sleeping for three straight hours - THREE! 

Now, Warrior is relatively used to less-than-ideal sleep schedules as a hero and captain, so having a newborn around hasn't quite hit him with the same force as it might a typical man, but that doesn't mean either of you are going to be ungrateful towards this new parenting milestone. No, you were planning on taking full advantage of it actually, wanting nothing more than to spend a lazy morning in bed until your little monster inevitably awakes...however, it seems the universe always has other plans.

The knocking only grows more frequent and loud, drawing a groan from your fiancé who finally relents. Pushing himself out of bed, he reluctantly answers the door without much effort put into hiding his annoyed expression - that is until it naturally snaps into one of mild shock and excitement at the sight of his visitors. Instead of it being someone from the Castle or military, he's pleasantly surprised to find his old traveling companions, the other heroes of courage.

"What are you all doing here?" He suddenly doesn't feel so tired anymore, in fact he’s stricken with more life and a bright smile while gazing over the group to count each familiar face. Yep, they're all here - all eight of them. It's been so long! Well, maybe not that long. It hasn't even been a full year yet since visiting Twilight's family together, but that's still plenty of time to miss old friends.

"Well, some of us have been talking lately and we thought, why not put some time aside from our busy lives to have a little get together - just us heroes, for old times’ sake!” Wild announces enthusiastically, practically inviting himself inside, not that Warrior stops him or any of the others for that matter.

“It could be a little tradition of ours. Once a year, type of thing,” Sky explains more professionally, although he isn’t any less excited than the Champion. 

"A nice boy's trip to save you from the misses," Legend rephrases, elbowing the Captain’s side with a wink while passing by.

Warrior will admit: it is an intriguing proposal - getting away from the stresses of a hero to spend quality time with brothers who understand your woes. If only the Chain had visited a few months earlier, he’d be willing to entertain such a trip, but alas, he must give them a sympathetic smile instead, “As much fun as that sounds, I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. At least not this time around.”

Immediately, the group’s uplifted smiles drop into disappointed frowns emphasized by a chorus of dejected groans. 

"You knights and all your fancy work kissing the royal family’s ass," Legend huffs, and Warrior was just about to bite back on that comment with a jab of his own, however their conversation is suddenly interrupted. 

A piercing cry catches the entire Chain off guard, many of the boys looking around wildly for the possible threat while others - namely Time and Twilight - are jolted by that familiar protective instinct they know all too well of from their own home lives.

“Actually, there’s another reason,” Warrior doesn’t hide his amusement towards everyone’s reactions nor does he hide his tired sigh once realizing his free trial of peace-and-quiet has ended. 

He doesn’t even make it to the doorway before you appear, already rocking the baby gently in your arms. It takes some fussing from both of you to smooth his tears, calming him down just long enough for Warrior to turn back to his friends while proudly gesturing to the newborn in your arms, “Well, allow us to introduce our son, Einar.”

From there, it takes mere seconds for the Chain to snap out of it and instantly crowd you both, each fighting to get a good look at this ‘son’ in question.

“Since when did you guys have a kid?!” Hyrule awes.

“He’s so little…He can’t be that old, right?” Sky gasps.

“Only a few weeks, I reckon,” Time observes calmly from the back, tall enough to simply gaze over the sea of shoulders and heads. 

“Hey, move out of the way! I can’t see! I wanna see, too!” Wind whines, shrugging to push his way through the barrier of bodies.

Twilight, steps back from the chaos to throw a playful smirk Warrior’s way, “Here I thought you were waiting for kids.”

“Us too,” You roll your eyes.

“Life happens,” Your partner merely shrugs, not even attempting to act ashamed of himself as he accepts responsibility of holding Einar while you excuse yourself to prepare a bottle once he starts whimpering again, “But we wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

“Geeze, you’re all getting old on us,” Legend mocks, eyeing Warrior, Time, and Twilight, “Not even three years ago, the Old Man was the only one of us in a committed relationship, now all three of you are suddenly tied down with children!”

“Don’t go sounding too jealous, Vet. I’m sure you’ll have your turn someday,” Warrior smirks, resulting in the other hero sticking out his tongue in disgust.

“As if. Me? A dad? You sure the world should be subjected to that?”

“Right. You might actually be doing everyone a favor by not reproducing.”

“Oh fuck off -”

“- Shh! Not in front of the baby!”

“I, for one, wouldn’t mind being a dad one day. It seems like a lot of fun,” Sky, coos, letting little Einar play with his finger, “If you ever need a babysitter, just let me know.”

"Careful. We might end up taking you up on that offer with how little we've been sleeping lately."

"Get accustomed to it, my friend, because it doesn't go away anytime soon," Time advises with a pat to the back, failing to hide the mirth filtering his voice as the new father sighs exasperatedly.

Legend isn’t usually the type to delight himself with hosting guests, nor is he much of an initiator when it comes to any sort of social interaction, so suffice to say, the Chain was rather thrown to have received unprompted invites to visit his world and home. Why the sudden open door? He gave no explanation, leaving all of the boys guessing, although Time has a few notable theories swirling in mind.

It all goes back to months ago when Legend had unexpectedly appeared at Lon Lon Ranch, claiming to have simply ‘been in the area’, yet Time knew better than to believe that. An experienced man like himself immediately took notice of his friend’s frazzled and irritable mood, such a state of dishevelment hinting towards one thing: problems at home - problems likely relating to you, to be exact, seeing as your boyfriend was swift to avoid any mention of your name when prompted.

Realizing that prying would be ineffective against someone so notorious for his emotional barriers, Time had allowed Legend to stay with him and his family without question. He, of course, kept a close eye on the young man, trying to deduce the situation the best he could from all those frustrated grumbles while working chores and pitiful sighs as the two sat together on the back porch after dinner. 

It was then that Legend had taken the moment to ask Time a rather odd question that had admittedly hung in the Old Man’s head for days afterwards along with a curious conclusion as to the true reason behind his sudden visit, however nothing more was said that night beyond some wisely woven words soaked in hidden meaning.

By morning, the veteran hero was visibly relaxed when quietly expressing his plans to return home to you. Clearly, whatever troubles that once plagued his mind had been resolved following a day of reflection and a goodnight’s sleep, so Time felt confident sending Legend back on his way with a wish of luck and an offer to return whenever needed.

Perhaps that incident and this friendly invite are unrelated, after all, it’s been months between the two, although Time can’t help but wonder, the memory of Legend’s question being of particular interest as the Chain approaches their destination. 

Some of the boys share their concerns along the way, a bit unsettled by the thought of Legend wanting to see them. Warrior even suggests the possibility of their friend having gone through a bad break-up, insisting there’s logic behind his guess since losing you would be the Vet’s lowest point, the extreme heartache being enough for him to abandon all stubbornness and reach out to the Chain for moral support. Arguments deemed his theory outlandish, however when Legend opens his front door to greet them, the boys begin to worry Warrior might indeed be a good prophet…

“It took you all long enough,” He huffs, his voice worn and scratchy which really sends home his obvious lack of sleep when paired with his unkempt appearance; heavy bags under his eyes and shaggy hair that stands up on all ends, “Come in, come in…”

‘Oh Hylia!’ The Chain thinks, sorrow for their friend already sinking into their bones as they illy prepare themselves for a story of true despair. Yes, Legend can be difficult and stubborn at times, and maybe you had your reasons, but surely he couldn’t have messed up bad enough to warrant you leaving him! Hasn’t the poor guy already been through enough?

“...Hey man, you doing alright?” Warrior was just about to rip the bandage off, his hand placed supportively upon his friend’s shoulder which earned him a sleepy look that falls sort of its intended glare, however before he can get any reply -

“- BABY!” Wind’s gasp pierces ears and makes several of the others leap in their skin. Indeed, if following the youngest hero’s excited point, it'll lead to where you stand in the doorway with an amused (that be it tired) chuckle…So, you didn’t leave after all? You’re still here, looking as rough as your partner which is probably excusable since in your arms is, in fact, a new baby.

“Hello everyone. I’m glad you could all make it.”

“...Oh thank Hylia you didn’t leave him!”

“What -?” Legend raises an eyebrow at Warrior’s dramatic sigh, yet he doesn’t get much of a chance to be offended. No one would notice anyway, their attention having swiftly abandoned their dear old friend in exchange for you and the baby you introduce.

“His name is Liron,” You note, earning a chorus of awes as the sweet little bundle scrunches his tiny face in displeasure towards the disruption to his peaceful sleep; already, he looks so much like his dad.

“So this is why you invited us over, huh?” Hyrule glances back over the sea of shoulders to send Legend an amused smile, “We thought something bad might’ve happened!”

“We wanted it to be a surprise…” The Vet sighs, unable to stay mad at the group’s energy, after all they have every right to be amazed. His son is pretty damn beautiful. 

“Well, I’ll be darn. You gotta kid now,” Twilight smirks, even going as far as to elbow Legend’s side which, as always, packs more strength than probably intended, “And after all that hell you gave us!”

“Yeah, yeah, karma's a bitch. Laugh it up - HEY! Wash your hands first!” Legend’s focus is immediately diverted from rubbing his sore ribs to pointing an accusing finger at Wild who’s stopped mid-reach from taking the baby you pass towards him.

"I did!" The Champion gasps in offense.

“Not here you didn’t. Do it again! Sinks in the kitchen!”

Wild grumbles, forced to forfeit his turn in holding the baby. A glare is all it takes for Hyrule to follow him shamefully as well, allowing Time to be the first to actually hold the little one since his hands successfully pass cleanliness approval. Nevertheless, despite his spotless palms and seasoned experience as a father himself, the older hero must put up with Legend's paranoid hovering which isn't too unlike a hawk's, ready to snatch back his baby at a second's notice if deeming the situation to be too ‘unsafe’. Fortunately, Time's nice enough not to mention this behavior beyond a silent smirk.

“...What went through your head when you realized you were going to be a dad?”

Now Legend’s question - as random as it had seemed those many months ago - makes complete sense. The timid whisper that spoke it, the nervous avoidance of any eye contact, and that deep, thoughtful frown while listening to Time’s honest answer - all signs that pointed towards a worried father-to-be desperate for direction as he fought to keep his own insecurities and fears at bay.

At least Time can finally rest easy knowing their past conversation did some good for his friend. The young man may be fidgeting while impatiently watching his new child be passed around the group for each to see, your gently hand upon his shoulder only doing so much to relax his anxieties. You’re also both beyond tired, fitting to Time’s warning that parenthood is by far the most difficult journey one can ever take, yet there’s a switch of softness that overtakes Legend’s expression the second your son begins to mumble his disapproval, apparently fed up with all this attention that he’s receiving. 

In an instant, Legend’s there, stealing back the small infant and clumsily doing his best to smooth such sharp cries. Yes, it’s difficult and nerve wracking to become a parent, especially for the first time, but to see all of your efforts throughout the years take form into such a beautiful and amazing being of pure innocence…that’s the most rewarding adventure yet, something Legend’s clearly already beginning to realize himself. 

Sky's been practically bursting at the seams all day - well, all week, to be more accurate - but today is especially special since you’re both expecting a visit from some of his closest friends, the other heroes of courage who haven’t been by Skyloft in far too long.

Seeing as their reunion has been so long overdue, it should be no surprise that your dear husband has been bubbling with eager anticipation all morning (long before the sun had even risen thanks to your shared lack of a proper sleep schedule). While he does genuinely miss his old traveling companions, a majority of his restlessness comes from wanting to share some exciting news about a recent ‘development’ in your lives, one he’s had to hold himself back from spoiling in their routine letters (which are shared far more often than in-person visits).

Before you can even process the knock at your front door, Sky is already darting across the room to answer it, matching the delighted smile worn by all the other boys. He eagerly ushers them inside, his impatience finally spilling over by this point, something he can’t help. As already mentioned, he’s been waiting for this moment for quite a while - and has dreamed about for far longer than a simple ‘while’. 

You can only chuckle at how quickly you’re swarmed by curious eyes, the other heroes not hesitating to stand and kneel around your chair just to catch a glimpse of the tiny bundle you cradle. To say it took them off guard would be the understatement of a century. It completely knocked them off their feet to realize what you're holding and what Sky’s excitement has been all about!

It’s a baby - a tiny newborn with puffy cheeks and itty-bitty hands balled into fists! She doesn’t even look real, or perhaps this whole situation itself just doesn’t feel real. In the Chain’s defense, it’s been years since Sky and you announced your intentions of starting a family of your own. Unfortunately, your struggles in achieving this goal became no secret, and your friends had begun to slowly lose hope with you. They truly worried the day might never come which explains their complete awe now. 

“Her name’s Azure,” You tell them, wiping away the tears that bubble in the corners of your eyes. Curse these hormones! Your daughter is already a few days old yet you still cry each time you see another’s reaction to her. Can you be blamed? It only solidifies the reality that this is, in fact, your baby. Sky and you are officially parents!

“Congratulations, man!” Warrior throws an arm over your husband’s shoulder and pulls him close into a side hug, “You’ve earned it!”

Sky shares his laughter with a shake of his head, his eyes immediately drifting to yours, “My wife deserves most of the credit. She’s the one who endured all those long and tiresome months to get little Azure here.”

“And you took amazing care of us both throughout every second,” You point out just as quickly with a gentle smile, “I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to go through this with.”

“Now we’ll have to start planning some playdates with all our kids. Let ‘em tire each other out,” Twilight points out, giving Sky’s other side a nudge with his elbow.

“Maybe being around Azure will get Hope to stop asking for a sibling for a while,” Hyrule sighs exhaustively. 

“Yeah, no, that has the exact opposite effect. Trust me,” Legend huffs with crossed arms.

Wind’s hand pops out from somewhere in the back of the crowd, only seen as he eagerly tries to jump up and down to gain attention, “Oh-Oh, Tetra and I can babysit if you ever need it!”

“I didn’t think she even liked kids?”

“She ‘likes’ kids, she just doesn’t like being ‘around’ them,” Wind rolls his eyes at Legend’s comment as if the reason isn’t obvious, “But she said she’s been wanting to get better with them to practice the whole ‘being a nice princess’ thing -”

“- All of that can come later,” Time swiftly interrupts the wandering conversation, “I’m sure as new parents, these two would appreciate rest above all else for now. There’ll be plenty of time for playdates later down the line.”

“We’ll definitely set some up once Azure is old enough,” Sky chuckles in agreement before kneeling by your side to help fix the blanket around your sleeping daughter. Although there’s quite a bit of time until then, the idea of finally being able to participate in such arrangements is exciting to you both. No more standing on the sidelines feeling out of place with your hearts’ yearning. You’ll finally be able to share the joy all of your friends feel.

“You both look like happy parents. Congratulations,” You preen at Time’s compliment, looking to each other through tears in your eyes which then drop to Azure who snuggles closer to you, blissfully unaware of the effect she already has on your hearts as she merely enjoys the comfort of your loving embrace. Your most special treasure, indeed…

[doumadono]

sinful sunday - can we have a biker Bakugo with smth like semi-public sex?

Warnings: aged-up Bakugo, biker!Bakugo

SINFUL SUNDAY

Katsuki Bakugo was notorious as a member of one of the most dangerous motorcycle gangs in the city. Their deeds were the stuff of urban legends, and their reputation struck fear into the hearts of both law enforcement and rival gangs.

The gang was known for organizing high-stakes motorcycle races on the dark, winding streets of the city. These races were not only thrilling but also incredibly dangerous, often leading to accidents and clashes with the police. They fiercely defended their territory and expanded it through ruthless confrontations with other motorcycle gangs. These territorial disputes often escalated into violent clashes that left their mark on the city's criminal history. The gang dabbled in various criminal activities, including smuggling, drug trafficking, and theft. Their reputation for being ruthless and efficient at these endeavors meant they often outperformed their rivals.

Katsuki Bakugo's reputation as a member of this dangerous motorcycle gang made him a force to be reckoned with, and he carried that same fiery spirit into his every endeavor.

One fateful day, you found yourself on your knees in a dimly lit alley behind the bistro where you worked. It was a place that he frequented all too often, and his presence not only scared away customers but also made unwelcome advances towards you. This unwanted attention was something you despised, and as you knelt in that narrow alley, you knew you needed a way to put an end to it. Regrettably, the switchblade he brandished in his hand was enough to compel your compliance.

As he slowly unfastened the thick, leather belt and unzipped his fly, a sense of dread washed over you. Soon, he pulled out his dick, pumping the shaft a few lazy times.

You were thankful that he mercifully positioned both of you behind a trash container, shielding you from the view of anyone passing by on the street.

He leaned down, firmly gripping your throat and tilted your head back. "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue," he instructed before spitting into your mouth. Uncomfortable with the humiliation, you began to close your mouth in protest, but Bakugo responded with a sharp, punishing slap aimed to her cheek. "Keep your mouth open, slut."

However, you were reluctant to perform oral sex on him, especially given the circumstances where you felt coerced into it.

The next moment, his now not-so-flaccid dick was right in front of you, and you leaned in, starting to use your tongue to glide along the entire length of the shaft. You took each of his testicles into your mouth, gently sucking on them before finally enveloping your lips around his head. You could hear the pleasure in his exhale, reassuring you that your skills were being appreciated.

You gradually increased the pace, but then Bakugo held your head still and began thrusting forcefully, pushing his dick deep into the back of your throat. You had to carefully time your breaths between each of his thrusts, striving to stay composed and prevent any gagging. At times, he would pause, leaving you breathless, and gaze down into your eyes, gently caressing your face as he waited to see how long yu could hold the breath. Then, he'd return to his rapid, unrelenting rhythm. Finally, he reached his climax deep within your mouth - warm, thick spurts of his thick cum filled your mouth, and you gasped as he withdrew, shooting some of his semen on your face. "That's it, my dear, wasn't that a challenge?" he mused, gently wiping the tip of his member against your cheek before tucking it back into his leather pants, adjusting them. "You can be sure, princess, that we will surely do that again."

[sooniebby]

Okay so you can treat this as a request if you like but tbh I just want to get this idea out of my head lol

So I’m a Tsukishima lover, I always imagined him as being the type of person to just be very private abt his love life + being into like more buff intimidating people

A lil scenario that came to my head is halfway through second year Tsukishima and the reader, who lowkey looks like he would beat someone up, starts just waiting outside the gym after practice and leaving with Tsuki and everyone is like “huh?” But no one says anything because bro is scary.

Then one day someone finally has enough of being quiet abt it (probably Hinata let’s be honest) and asks abt it and Tsukishima just like casually “oh, that’s my bf” and EVERYONE is shockedddd.

This also applies for after highschool. Like he’s a famous volleyball player and mid live interview he’s like “me and my fiancé really like blah blah blah” and everyone is again shocked cuz he’s ENGAGED? Then he posts pictures and it’s the reader has buffed up way more after high school and is maybe even into boxing or smth. Anyways he’s basically death glaring the camera (the reader is trying to smile I swear)

Anyways have a nice day/night/wtv

xx

Your idea is so cute—I wrote a little short story for it! SFW!

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The Karasuno volleyball players would say that they aren’t scared of nothing. They played volleyball against the best of the best and still came out on top last year. Nothing could truly fear them.

But he did.

And honestly he scared everyone.

Only Tsukishima looked unbothered by the dude but he was unbothered by everyone. The dude, who looked like he belonged in the Yakuza, waited outside the gym for at least an hour or two before leaving everyday.

“What if he kills us…?” Hinata asked.

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “You’re being over dramatic.”

“Yeah, Hinata! At most he’s just a scary looking dude,” Noya joked. Yamaguchi didn’t look too keen on a random scary dude just watching them play so Yachi has to quickly comfort him.

Takeda had a somewhat idea on who the mysterious dude was. He’s seen him in classes so he was a student at the school. But he didn’t seem to be in a club.

“What if he’s waiting for a moment to kill you?” Tanaka suddenly said, earning a blank stare from everyone else. Yamaguchi looked to be on the verge of passing out.

Okay, they were certainly overreacting towards the dude. The dude in question was Nanase (Name). A second year who was in a club.

The cooking club. Which was a shock to most people. (Name) never knew why but it was most likely because he looked like a 1980s Japanese gangster to the regular person. Being at least 6’0 and buff as if he was an American football player, it was no secret why most people avoided him.

At first, the group decided to just ignore (Name). He wasn’t actually bothering them so maybe he’d go away after awhile. But soon he was there whenever they practiced but would always leave once they finished.

It was getting worrisome for the players. Just what the hell was he waiting for. Well, they got their answer when (Name) didn’t leave right away. He stayed there even as they cleaned up.

Tsukishima left without Yamaguchi, which wasn’t shocking. He had been walking home without him for awhile.

No, it wasn’t that to shock Karasuno.

It was Tsukishima leaving with (Name)!

Hinata and Noya let out dramatic gasps at the sight while Yamaguchi panicked at ‘Tsuki’ going with someone so dangerous. Takeda had to calm the boys down before they popped a blood vessel while Kageyama simply thought a bit more logically.

They were probably just friends.

“Just ask him tomorrow, dumbass.” Kageyama said, watching as Hinata began to think of the worse possible scenarios in his head.

Hinata agreed. He might have petty fights with Tsukishima some does but he would save his friend from a potential attack!

He was way off, obviously.

The next day, when the strange dude was outside again on his phone. Hinata sprinted up to Tsukishima who was drinking his water innocently.

“TSUKI!”

Tsukishima cursed as he suddenly coughed, almost choking on the water in his throat. Once he could finally breathe, he turned around to glare at Hinata.

“What’s your—?”

“—who’s that strange person outside?! The Yakuza?! A killer?!”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Hinata pointed towards (Name), accidentally gaining his attention. He panicked when he noticed (Name) walk over to the gym with a puzzled look on his face.

Hinata, in a state of shock, confusion, fear(?), and just stupidity, screamed and jumped up onto Tsukishima’s back. Tsukishima cursed as he tried to pull the idiot off of him.

This caught the attention of the other players as they turned over to see Tsukishima, (Name), and Hinata together.

And while what was happening was (Name) trying to call Hinata down and get him off Tsukishima.

What it looked like was (Name) attacking Hinata and Tsukishima. Well mainly Hinata since Tsukishima still towered over (Name).

“Oi!! You leave my kouhai alone!!”

“Tsuki!!”

“What in the…”

(Name) flinched when Noya held a broom right at his face, causing him to quickly pull away from Hinata. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he was finally able to pull Hinata off of him and dropped him on the ground.

“Can you all just fucking calm down?” He sneered, gaining their attention. Noya reluctantly held down the broom and watched (Name) with a curious eye.

Kageyama, being a bit smart today, decided to just ask what they had all been wondering. “Who is this guy?”

“My boyfriend. Nanase (Name).” Tsukishima said, nonchalantly. It was silent as everyone tried to process the information. (Name) looked a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure why they were so scared of him.

He wasn’t that scary looking (he was).

“Oh, that makes sense.” Yachi said.

“Boyfriend?!” Hinata screeched.

“Someone wanted to date you?” Noya questioned.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Tsukishima glared at him.

“….what I said.”

Tanaka quickly held Noya and pushed him away. “But why do you look like a gangster?? Had us scared for a moment man!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit creepy to just watch us from afar during practice…” Yamaguchi muttered.

“I… I wasn’t watching you guys. I was just watching Tsukishima…” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “I was also scared to meet you guys.”

The Karasuno players glanced at each other. Shocking, since they were so scared to meet him.

“Well, if this is over, we should get back to practice,” Takeda said, clapping his hands. The others reluctantly agreed and walked away, each waving goodbye to (Name).

Once it was just Tsukishima and (Name), (Name) smiled. Well, as close as he could smile. It honestly looked like a grimace.

“I’ll try to stop being creepy.” He said.

Tsukishima shrugged. “They’re just idiots. Don’t mind them. I’ll see you after practice.” He wouldn’t given him a kiss but he could feel eyes boaring into the back of his skull.

He could tell it was Yamaguchi… yeah, he had a lot to explain to him. After that, everyone welcomed (Name) with open arms while Noya continued to jokingly introduce (Name) as a gangster.

Which prompted two volleyballs to the face daily.

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Lowkey doesn’t feel short actually 💀 but you guys should do more requests like this! It’s very fun to do this :)

[acslytherpuff]

Cassie‘s and Sebastian‘s red string theory

(A bit of lore for understanding my ff which is coming soon! It‘s not their complete story!!)

Back then, Now and in the Future:

*reminder! English is not my first language!

- Cassie and Sebastian‘s parents were all in the same year when they went to Hogwarts. When they became friends they made a „pact“. Sebastian‘s and Cassie‘s Father were quite two of the „strongest“ wizards in Hogwarts. Cassie’s father could wield strong ancient Magic and Sebastian’s had the ability to cast strong spells without failing and being a strong Duelist. When they knew that both families had difficulties they did fight together so that they’re stronger. Their Parents always said that their first born kids should end up together because their Magic will complete each others like a Puzzle and their Blood line (it‘s just a Metapher - it has nothing to do with being pure blood or smth.) will be very very very strong.

A time after they‘ve left hogwarts, Cassie‘s and Sebastian‘s parents became pregnant at the same time period without knowing. They didn‘t had any contact after their time at hogwarts because they were to busy with their jobs and their incoming kids. Sebastian was the first born Child of the Sallow Family (he came before anne) and obv. Cassie was the first and only one of her parents. Both parents knew that when they were born that - no matter what - they would find each other.

When Cassie was three her Father died. Her Family invited the sallow‘s to the funeral and that’s were she and sebastian first met. But nobody said anything. Her mother stayed quiet on that day - she wasn‘t even saying a word. When Cassie saw Sebastian she felt like that she already knew him but she didn‘t.

Time was passing by when Sebastian‘s parents died. On this time cassie was already locked in and had no escape. When his parents died she felt his grieve even without knowing what was happening. Also when Cassie‘s mother was attending the funeral without her, Sebastian knew something was missing… he felt that.

Cassie‘s mother was the only one who survived from both families so she wanted to keep Cassie safe… safe from the people who murdered her Dad and also from Hogwarts and Sebastian. She knew if Cassie would go to Hogwarts she would get herself in danger. She and Sebastian would be a strong duo and it would be so much risk - for the two of them. So she avoided that Cassie would go … and even to meet the sallow‘s.

- Cassie was attending Beauxbatons while Sebastian was in Hogwarts but they felt like if there‘s something missing… it didn‘t felt right like the way it is. Sometimes they had strange dreams, but they didn‘t know what they should mean? … it was more like a blurred vision.

- when Anne got cursed and sick, Cassie had the feeling that she needed to help someone but she had no idea who and why… and thats when her invitation to Hogwarts came through and she left… without her Mother knowing.

- when Cassie arrived at Hogwarts and she was sorted into Slytherin, her and Sebastians first conversation was quite normal - two strangers - right? But no.. when they looked at each other it felt… right… it felt… familiar. But nobody spoke it out or gave to many thoughts into it.

- they story continues and they went to feldcroft, so Cassie could meet Anne. When Solomon saw Cassie he immediately knew who she was… he knew that face and he could feel the tension Cassie and Sebastian had.

- she was the one who was meant to be with sebastian on this journey … to save anne.

- after everything happend they didn‘t talk to each other… but everywhere she was he was too.. and everywhere he was she was too.

„I feel so far away

You always come my way“

- when Cassie was about to go to Albania she told nobody but sebastian knew without actually knowing so he was with her.

- when were they 100% sure about their feelings? When sebastian went to rethink everything after a quidditch game and wanting to give up… he saw Cassie standing there and thats when their eyes met… they immediately knew. They always knew how the other one felt just when they looked into their eyes. Without being near they had a sense of shared feelings ( example: like when sebastian was in pain - Cassie could feel it too)

-when did they knew about the red string? On their last week at Hogwarts they made a encounter with something.

[rachiecrown]

I dont fully remember what the og ask was but im p sure it was smth like

Hotguy and Cuteguy fighting for mumbos (a civilian) attention

Could be villain v hero, vigilante v hero, vigilante v villain, both on the same team

HEEHEEHOO THIS was so fun to write honestly :33 freakin have some villain Grian and hero Scar fighting over the silly civilian reporter with a mustache they both have crushes on!!

Also btw I used Xelqua for Grian instead of Cute Guy cause I feel like the resident supervillain would not appreciate having matching names with his arch nemesis.

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Today was a perfectly average day. The temperature was nice, not too hot to sweat, not too cold to wear a coat. People made their way to and from work, here and there from places in the shopping district. Traffic wasn't too bad and the sun was about to reach its solar noon.

Everything, today, was normal, and Mumbo hoped to the high heavens above it would stay that way. Now, that was an odd wish for someone of his occupation, but nowadays all Mumbo wished for was just a bit of normalcy.

Mumbo was a journalist, you see, but not on mundane topics like coffee shops or pigeons (not like they were boring, no, they were plenty interesting in their own ways). He followed the stories and fights between heroes and villains as up close and personal as possible, even risking his life several times in the process.

At first, it had been an exciting job to follow fights both big and small with his fancy camera in one hand and his motorcycle's handles in the other, weaving through traffic dangerously and filming the way the most powerful hero and villain fought together above traffic. The hero lived up to his name, Hot Guy, with his majestic hair and his somehow beautiful scars, and the villain, Xelqua, was stunning with his white wings and graceful movements.

It had all gone downhill the day Mumbo got caught between a violent fight between the two. His adrenaline had peaked that day, he thought he was really gonna die! But for some inexplicable reason Hot Guy and Xelqua stopped their fighting, showing some sort of immediate interest in the journalist. Mumbo honestly believed he would never be scared again after that day.

Weeks and months passed, either one or the other of the powered menaces finding Mumbo and causing all sorts of mischief to surround him. Three months ago, all Mumbo wanted was a shot as a journalist to earn good money.. but today, all he wanted was a sense of peace and normalcy.

"Well, well, well." Well, there goes that wish. "If it isn't mister Mumbo." Ohh, great, he knows my name now. Mumbo turned around slowly to face the one and only Xelqua. The villain had his hands folded behind his back, his wings spread behind him as he took a few steps towards Mumbo.

"Well well whoopsie, looks like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time." Mumbo muttered, turning back around to continue walking. He was stopped by silky gloves grabbing his shoulders and Xelqua putting his chin on Mumbo's shoulder from behind. "Don't be a party pooper, pretty boy." Xelqua cooed. Mumbo just slipped out of his grasp. "Listen, I'm sure you understand time constraints, I have somewhere to be." Mumbo lied.

Xelqua basically wilted at this. "You're saying you don't want to spend time with me?"

"When did I ever want to do that?" Mumbo shot back.

"Well hello there!" A third voice sounded.

Mumbo wanted to scream.

Hot Guy approached the two with a lopsided smile, his hand going to Xelqua's face and pushing him away. "Is this horrible, horrible villain bothering you? Do you need a safe escort to wherever you're going?" Hot Guy wondered. Mumbo glared at the two. "I have a lunch to get to before I get hungrier. Now if you'll excuse me-"

Mumbo turned on his heel, only for both of his arms to be grabbed by two pairs of hands. "I'll go with you!" Xelqua shouted, siding up to Mumbo. Hot Guy pulled Mumbo away from Xelqua, picking him up bridal style. "No, I'll get you where you need to go, safe and sound!" He proclaimed. Mumbo just sighed. "Here we go again.."

Hot Guy turned and ran the second Xelqua reached for Mumbo. "So where do you need to go, Mumbo?" He asked, his mechanical glider unfolding and letting him take flight. Oh, wonderful, you know my name too. Well, as long as this gets me where I'm going and you leave me alone, I'll accept it. Mumbo thought. "Shopping district, food court on Ninth Street." Mumbo said. At least this was free transportation.

Mumbo looked around and spotted Xelqua, soaring after Hot Guy with an upset look on his face. Mumbo sighed. "Xelqua on your seven." He exasperated, in which Hot Guy turned quickly around a corner and set Mumbo down. "I will defend you, beautiful citizen!!" He shouted boisterously, striking a pose just seconds before Xelqua tackled him

The two went tumbling into an alley. Mumbo, truly, was unfazed. He snapped a photo of the two wrestling for the news before he turned and walked towards his lunch spot, which was luckily only a block away now.

All I want is one day. One day! But noo, these two utter buffoons have to bother the ever living bits out of me. I'm the opposite of chuffed, today. Mumbo's internal dialogue spoke as he entered the shop and made his order. He sat at a table near the back. Ugh, he couldn't even enjoy window views anymore because of those two..

Whatever. He had his food, and that was a good thing. Customers came and went as Mumbo filled up, slowly becoming more content with his day again..

..until Xelqua entered the shop.

There were shouts and screams from civilians as Xelqua spotted Mumbo and made his way towards the back. Mumbo would've let himself faceplant into his dish if he wouldn't get dirty. Xelqua stopped in front of his table and held up a thorny rose that was so very clearly picked from someone's rose bush.

"I'm sorry about Hot Guy ruining our special day," Xelqua said, "please take this rose!"

Mumbo stared at Xelqua incredulously. "What kind of stunt is this then!?" He blurted out. Xelqua pushed the rose forward. "I'm not taking the flower! It's full of thorns!" Mumbo then shouted.

The shop's door chimed again as Hot Guy entered, sauntering his way over to Mumbo and shoving Xelqua out of the way with a bouquet of red carnations. Hot Guy placed the bouquet in Mumbo's arms and procedurally messed up the mustached man's hair in the process.

"Is he bothering you?" Hot Guy basically cooed. Xelqua squawked in offense and grabbed Hot Guy's hair, pulling it, causing the hero to shout and grab back at Xelqua. Mumbo simply watched apathetically. Weeks ago, he would be flustered beyond no end, probably folding in on himself and unable to properly take the attention, but he came to realize in this moment that he had become desensitized to the antics the hero and villain put up.

Goodness, these two made Mumbo feel less like himself with each encounter. He dropped the flowers on the table and stood, snatching up his food and walking out as the two fools fought behind him. Being around them really just drained his energy, now.

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It was hours later when Xelqua pulled off the stupidest stunt of them all, and Mumbo found himself stuck in an abandoned apartment in a pile of pillows with the villain curled around his torso. Despite his apathy towards Xelqua and Hot Guy fighting over him and getting him flowers, he could at least admit that his face felt a bit hot at how Xelqua's head rested on his chest and how his leg crossed over his waist.

Mumbo could only groan in defeat at the desperate antics of the avian. Whatever. He could maybe give in just a little bit, right? Not like this would matter once Hot Guy found this place and distracted Xelqua enough so he could make his escape.

Hesitantly, Mumbo let his hand hover over Xelqua's head. His mind distantly brought up the idea of pulling Xelqua's hair to get him off, but he mentally shot that down, as that would really only make the avian angry. He was a highly dangerous villain, after all.

He let his hand settle on Xelqua's halfway up hood. It would be a small gesture for anyone else, but to Mumbo it was a huge step of faith that the villain wouldn't get even more lovey over him.

Thinking back, this was probably a mistake.

Mumbo and Xelqua jumped as the door slammed open. "So this is where you've taken him!! You scoundrel!! You menace!!" Hot Guy shouted, pointing at the now incredulous Xelqua who held his head up with a look of shock on his half covered face. "How did you even find us!?" Xelqua shouted, which Hot Guy marched over and shoved the screen of his phone in Xelqua's face. "I tracked his phone!"

Mumbo cringed at that. Is that how Hot Guy's able to find me so easily? He was grabbed and lifted by Hot Guy, which Xelqua shrieked and grabbed Mumbo's arm. This quickly resulted in a tug of war with Mumbo as the rope.

"He's mine! I had him first!"

"guys-"

"Let go of him, you fiend!!"

"you both, please-"

"I kidnapped him fair and square!"

"Well I'm here to rescue him!!"

"BOTH OF YOU!!!'

Mumbo yanked his arms away from the two and pulled in on himself. He was about to make a horribly stupid negotiation. "You two either get along and share me on that pillow nest right there-" he pointed past Xelqua, "or none of you will receive any positive emotion from me! Ever!"

The hero and villain both stared at the journalist, and something inside Mumbo's mind screamed at him for saying such a stupid thing. He already began to get nervous by the time the two shared a glance.

"Fiiiine.." Xelqua rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Hot Guy kicked idly at the floor with a pout. "..maybe I could share.." he mumbled out.

And that was how Mumbo found himself more flustered than he'd like to admit in the grasps of two extremely powerful people who were just so oddly infatuated with him. Xelqua laid with his head tucked under Mumbo's arm, his left arm over Mumbo's stomach and his legs linked around Mumbo's right thigh. Hot Guy had opted to tuck Mumbo's left side into his chest with his right arm over Mumbo's chest and his left pillowing Mumbo's head. One of Xelqua's wings covered the three of them together, blanketing them in a sort of nice warmth that Mumbo didn't know could come from wings.

The journalist could practically feel the animosity radiating off the two, but he could really care less about their feelings for each other. He rested one hand in Xelqua's hair, and the other on Hot Guy's hand. Both the villain and hero made pleased noises at the touches. Mumbo rolled his eyes. "Goodness, the both of you are complete dorks."

Mumbo would just pretend that his cheeks weren't bright pink.

[welcometomybraincomics]

I suddenly have the urge to create a pantheon of gods who's physical form manifests as a sentient piece of cloth with Improbable Properties

Ex.

Life glows and looking at it feels like you're watching something grow and morph, but the cloth is white, there's nothing there. Still, you feel as though you see something forming out of the corner of your eye. It inexplicably smells like rain and fresh dirt and the morning breeze and the trees in the city of your birth.

Death is Vanta black and looking at it make you feel like something's looking back, like something's sucking you in. It feels dangerous and welcoming all at once. It smells like dust and mud and dried leaves and the nearly forgotten scent of a dearly departed loved one.

Space looks like an entire star scape is captured within it. It looks like just a fancy cloth from afar, but upon closer inspection you can see shifting galaxies, simmering stars, dying planets. The more you look, the larger it feels, never ending, you don't know how you're holding something so vast, it seems impossible.

Time simultaneously looks brand new and decades old. It is decorated finely with years of craftsmanship and it's also clean and undyed. It's filthy and storied and fresh as a gift. It's worn and tattered and thick and strong. Looking at it makes it feel like the world is passing by at an incredible speed, but when you look away, only a moment has passed.

fieojgoijerg When they have a Favored Mortal, they can be relatively covert while following around their Chosen by just, like draping themselves across their favorite. Well, they'd be covert unless someone looks closely

oiajerfjefr glmskmfieonrg Just imagine seeing someone with a shawl on and for some reason they feel familiar. They feel off. You look closer and-HOLY FUCK, THAT'S A GOD!!!! uykgykfurjcmcd XDXDXDXD

vvvvv they can move around like serpents, drape themselves like there's an invisible form underneath, flutter in the wind, so many very inhuman movement possibilities. So other worldly! ojsirjfoigoisr

OMG, Imagine one of them favors, like, an itty bitty child and there's just this kid absolutely swamped with cloth and it's like "Where did you get that large bolt of cloth from, small child?" and the child grins at you and goes "Sssssh, it's a secret!" and then the cloth does something that cloth Definitely Shouldn't Do like wave at you or smth XDXDXDXDXDXD

oaijgoijefijae f What if you just fucking find a god for sale in the market one day. They're not trapped there or anything, just visiting. Just chilling on the stall. Does the stall owner know that there's a god nestled among their wares? Maybe, who knows, you don't question the wims of the gods! If they wanna sit in your stall, you definitely won't protest!

[iichaeyj]

omg can you please do it for enhypen too? i saw your moot game and it was really cute

enhypen as kdrama cliches . . . ♡

PAIRING: enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: not proof read at all lol

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: tysm for requesting this!! hopefully you like it!

HEESEUNG: past life lovers

i love this trope omg

the one where the two leads were in love in their past lives (and it ended tragically)

maybe you two were in danger and he was killed trying to protect you

or he was the one who had to kill you to protect you from something

classic kdrama stuff, yk?

this concept just suits heeseung so well imo

smth about randomly meeting heeseung somewhere

maybe you saw him at a party or you passed by him on the street

and you just feel this weird connection and he feels it, too

so you both sorta freeze as you make eye contact, the world moving around you as you two stare at each other

and you eventually have to move on and go about your day, but the image of the stranger who feels so familiar to you doesn't leave your mind

and you meet him somewhere else the next day

maybe he's your boss at your new job

but everytime you see him, you feel this weird sensation in your heart

the feeling that the thing you've been looking for your whole life has been found

that's how heeseung makes you feel

and it's the same feeling you had when you loved him in the past <3

examples of kdramas that include this trope: extraordinary you, hotel del luna (sorta), and goblin

JAY: demon/fantasy

okay just hear me out

tbh i didn't think this suited jay that well when i first thought of it

but the more i thought about it, and my bad boy!jay agenda, it sorta makes sense

in fantasy kdramas, there are often ones where the male lead is a demon

and he typically comes off as this tough, brooding figure who has never experienced love (and claims he can't feel such things)

but it all changes when he meets the protagonist who is kind and can understand him

as they spend more time together, their feelings for each other grow stronger

and just think about this but with jay

demon!jay (or any other mystical being) who only comes to meet you because maybe you accidentally summoned him or smth

and he's sorta kept around bc you don't know what you even want from him

and although he seems cold and rude in the beginning, he begins reaching out for you more and more as time goes on

and soon enough, he's falling in love with you

also, this trope just produces the most soft-hearted men (most of the time) who only love their lover and that is so <3

just picture jay, a literal demon, pining for you like #@*$&#$!$!

and ofc there's the dilemma of whether you two will be able to even be together

but he's a demon, he'll figure it out

and you two are now together, whether you two are both human or demon or whatever <3

examples of kdramas that include this trope: doom at your service, goblin, and my roommate is a gumiho

JAKE: love at first sight

this suits jake so well :(

imagine accidentally running into jake at a cafe or smth

and your drink spills on him

and you're apologizing profusely and such

and you look up at him and make eye contact

and he's just staring back at you with such lovestruck eyes????

like you're just trying to apologize, but jake can't even hear anything cause he's so focused on taking you in

you're just so stunning and attractive and you make him feel so ??? in a way he can't explain

and this is even better if he's the popular, confident type

he, who is normally very confident and poised, just stuttering after meeting your eyes

so basically, you're all like ??? trying to say sorry, while he's staring at you like <3_<3

and just imagine him chasing after you??

like you sorta run away after that, embarrassed to have spilled your drink all over him

and he's so enamored by you that he just begins searching for you

he goes to the cafe everyday at the same time, hoping you'll come in

or if you two meet at a cafe in a university, he asks his friends if they've seen anyone like you around

im basically spreading my puppy bf!jake agenda atp but idec

and when he does find you, he goes all <3_<3 again while trying to ask for your number

so cute im throwing up

examples of kdramas that include this trope: business proposal, descendants of the sun, and strong woman do bong soon

SUNGHOON: opposites attract

we all know how i feel about sunghoon and enemies to lovers <3

but this trope could be enemies to lovers, or it could just be ppl who are very different from one another falling in love

this could also suit sunghoon as a ceo tbh

he's known as this cold, rich ceo who's attractive but apparently not very nice

and you're his new secretary who's been told that you shouldn't try and approach him in a friendly manner

but you're friendly and bold, so you do it anyway

and sunghoon is sorta cold at first, dismissing you as strange and telling you to go away

but as you keep persisting, you manage to become a daily sight for him

when you greet him in the morning, he begins greeting you back and making conversation

he knows you're different from the other people in his life, and he enjoys having you around

it's sort of like he's cold to everyone but you

i also see a lot of angst potential in this trope omg

you two have very different backgrounds (regarding your wealth and reputation and such), and that could pose as a problem

idk but this trope w/ ceo!sunghoon ??? in love tbh

examples of kdramas that include this trope: run on, business proposal, and it's okay to not be okay

SUNOO: love triangle

idk but i just see it

sunoo's your best friend who's had your attention all his life

you two had something special and it was obvious to everyone

the way you two looked at each other said enough about how you both felt

but bc you two were so precious to each other, he was afraid of making the first move

he had just figured that it was all going to work out

after all, you two only had eyes for each other

but then someone else comes in

the company you work at just employed your new coworker

and he seemed into you at first sight

the new guy just kept approaching you both in and out of the office

and ofc, sunoo saw all of this

he saw the way the guy was practically chasing after you everytime sunoo came to pick you up after work

and he was feeling something that he hadn't felt before

he was scared of losing you

and he was jealous that someone was taking your attention away from him

and tbh, i feel like he'd just sorta snap at that point

even though you two had previously been very cautious about your feelings, he was suddenly crossing over the line you two had been too afraid of jumping over

he was suddenly being affectionate with you in public and began asking for your attention anywhere you two went

and ofc, the other guy stood no chance

not when sunoo was yours and you were his since the beginning <3

examples of kdramas that include this trope: cheese in the trap, nevertheless, and love alarm

JUNGWON: business partners/working together

to be specific, i'm talking about the classic kdrama trope where the leads are forced to come together because they have a mutual goal and/or just work beside one another

just think about jungwon and you who work together in the same company

you two are the heads of two different groups (like maybe you're head of the designing team and he's the head of the marketing team or whatever)

so you two have never really interacted with each other personally

but one day, you two are tasked to work together on a big project

and i just picture a lot of arguing at first

you two have totally different ideas on how you want your project to turn out

but you two have to spend time together (or else you two might get fired)

so you collaborate using all your ideas

and you two gain mutual respect for one another

but as you two spend more time together, your friendly relationship begins to turn into a romantic one

i imagine a lot of mutual pining and small accidents that make you two like each other even more

like think about you and jungwon working late together one night

and all the lingering stares and the gentle brushing of hands against each other

or him moving closer to take a look at your work, coming up from behind you and leaning down so that his head is right next to yours

the tension is insane

and it's all up to one of you two to confess (if your pride allows it)

examples of kdramas that include this trope: run on, start up, and itaewon class

NIKI: hopelessly pining

i've said it before, but niki and the best friends to lovers trope <3

he's been your best friend since you two were in middle school

and now you two were going to the same university

you've only ever seen him as your best friend

you've talked to him about love before, but he's never been the main subject

but he's actually been in love with you for years now

he hadn't realized it until the last year of high school, but he was completely head over heels for you

i can imagine all the angst omg

just niki trying to control his new feelings for you while you're totally oblivious to them

and imagine jealous niki omg

him getting jealous over every guy that tries to get your number, sometimes pretending to be your bf or just casually slipping an arm around your shoulder

and you're just totally oblivious

you two have been affectionate with each other since you were little

it was no different now than it had been in the past (at least that's what you think)

but as you two try and navigate your first year of university, weird things begin happening

niki becomes more open about his feelings in a way you can't understand

you don't understand why he glares at any guy that comes near you

you don't understand why he begins getting more cautious of hugging you or holding your hand

you don't understand why he can't look you in the eye anymore

but maybe with a heated argument and an angry confession, you'll realize why

examples of kdramas that include this trope: dear m, fight for my way, and weightlifting fairy kim bok joo

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: ̗̀➛ ft. cale henituse x reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: lowercase intended, slight angst, hurt/comfort?? (kind of ig?), mentions of injury/blood

: ̗̀➛ a/n: this is really inaccurate i apologize. i haven't read the whole novel yet aaghh. just wanted to write smth short alksdjfg

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cale henituse. the lout of the family, turned hero. you knew him as a self-sacrificing bastard man who, despite saving roan multiple times, still thought of himself as trash. and, despite taking in on, hong, raon, and many others, still thought of himself as selfish. why? he confused you. he deserved the world, how could he not see? his dull red eyes seemed to know too much, yet nothing at all.

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you rapped your knuckle against cale's door. a muffled sound of approval answered. there he was, sitting upright in his bed, resting away yet another injury he acquired.

"cale." your voice was flat, eyes narrowed in a exasperated manner. "how many times are you going to do this?"

he turned away from the window, meeting yours. "do what? all i'm doing is protecting roan."

you sighed. "how many times are you going to keep sacrificing yourself? you know we are more than capable of helping you. there's no need to put yourself in harm's way all the time."

did he think it was to atone for his past sins? perhaps his way of apologizing for what he had done, what he failed to do? no. you thought. that's not the cale i know and love. it pained you. very much so. whenever he would spurt out blood, on the verge of passing out. for what? to protect his family? a noble cause, but we all know he's the one who needs protecting. so why? why did he keep doing this to himself?

cale stayed quiet, eyes away from you now, choosing to rest his gaze on the foot of his bed. moments later, he spoke. "ah, but don't you see, y/n? i am but a trash to the count, a mere thorn in the side of the family. ‘saving’ roan just happens to be in alignment to my dream of living a peaceful slacker life. this is all for my own benefit, i assure you,” he grinned, his usual smirk plastered onto his face.

your brows furrowed, lips contorted into a frown. "cale. sure, you want your slacker life, but you go out of your way to shield us from danger. let us help you too. you'd do anything to protect the world, wouldn't you? there's no need to be a hero day and night. after all," your eyes softened, cheeks reddening slightly. "you.. deserve the world."

"and whose to say the comfort of my family isn't part of my slacker life? just because its my life doesn't mean you all don't get to live nicely." he paused, eyes flitting towards you, a genuine smile on his face. "you are my world. and as you said, i will do anything to protect it."

[queerplatonicsolid]

cannot believe i have smth for this. i wrote this a month ago when i was possessed by the spirit of lesbian yearning and have been chasing the high ever since

One day, she enters the dungeon and turns the corner to see Fordola doing pushups to pass the time. She retreats out of sight, but not before she sees Fordola’s tunic hanging on the bed, her hair hanging over a pair of mismatched eyes. She wants to interrupt, but remembers Papalymo’s warnings of the danger in wounded beasts. Of the necessity for focus, for ignoring distractions. And so she stands there, listening to Fordola’s rhythmic breathing growing sharper as time passes. Something inside her drops, from chest to stomach. She should leave. She feels as if she’s glimpsed something forbidden. Instead, she remains in the shadows, transfixed, held there by the sharp breathing of Fordola pushing down and coming back up. She breathes in time with her unknowing companion, and her heart is racing as if she  had joined Fordola in her exertions. Finally, Fordola is done and her breathing slows. In the lull, Lyse slips away, her heart only pounding harder. She spends the rest of the day at the training dummy, furiously chipping away at the wood with her fists. Each impact her fists make with the doll shakes her, but to her dismay nothing she does can drive that unspeakable weight out. When she wakes the next morning, she only has fragments of her dreams to cling to: of Coeurls prowling a cage, so scared they bite at the hand that treats their wound; of sweat gradually pooling between a pair of shoulderblades before slowly sliding to a stone floor; of breathing, in and out, in and out,

ty for @fiercynn for tagging me in this. uh, as a no strings attached very optional nudge @shivasdarknight @whenyourfavouritedies

wip wednesday

thanks to @dimplesandfierceeyes for the tag! and somehow i have managed to actually do it on wednesday lol

here's a snippet from a canon-divergent patpran fic, where the faculties are not enemies but the families still are, which i'm hoping to have the first chapter of done soon 🤞🏾:

But of course, now that Pat knows that Pran is at South Tech, living in the Tinidee dorms, he’s suddenly everywhere. He’s studying engineering, apparently, which is another piece of profoundly bad luck for Pran, because it means that they have a lecture together. Pran doesn’t know how, in their first few sessions, he hadn’t noticed Pat among the crowd of blue shirts who tend to sit on the other side of the hall from his faculty, but the next time they have that class, Pat makes a beeline for Pran and his friends after the lecture is over. “Pran!” he says, smiling. “Can’t believe I didn’t notice we were both in this lecture until now. It must be fate, huh?” “More like bad luck,” Pran mutters. His friends glance at him in surprise. Well, they have a right to be – they’ve probably never seen Pran be this rude with anyone. Pat notices their reactions, because of course he fucking does, and it only makes his smile grow wider. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” he says. Pran glowers. “Pat.” “That’s my name!” Pat says cheerfully. “What’s yours?” he adds, looking at Louis. Louis blinks at him, caught off-guard. “Uh – Louis. And this is Safe, and Wai.” Wai and Safe nod politely at Pat, still looking bewildered. “How do you know Pran?” “Oh, I’ve known Pran all my life,” Pat says airily. “Our families are neighbors. We grew up together.” “Really?” says Wai, with interest. Damn him. “Pran never talks about his childhood.” Pat seems to falter a bit at that, throwing Pran a confused look, but he recovers quickly. “Oh, I have plenty of stories, if you ever want them,” he tells Wai with a grin, and that’s just about as much as Pran can take of this conversation. “No time, we have to get to our Design Studio class,” he says, curt, grabbing his stuff to make his exit. Pran’s friends scramble to follow him. “Nice to meet you all!” Pat says, waving, and Pran shoots him one last scathing look. “What’s your deal with that guy?” Wai asks once Pran’s slowed down enough for his friends to catch up. “Did he bully you or something?” Pran groans. “No, nothing like that,” he says, begrudgingly. “He’s just – annoying. It’s a long story.” “Well, he’s also pretty hot,” says Safe with a smirk. “If you don’t want him, I call dibs.” Pran’s stomach drops. What the fuck? He’s pretty sure that Safe is joking, especially from the way he’s now waggling his eyebrows, but apparently that’s not enough for Pran to keep his reaction off his face, because Safe blanches when he notices. “Or – not?” he says uncertainly. “Un-dibs, un-dibs.” That, unfortunately, only makes his friends look at him with even more curiosity, but they manage to refrain from asking. Pat, on the other hand doesn’t refrain from anything.

tagging @inventedfangirling @allula @hydrochaeriswrites @queerplatonicsolid @incandescentflower @dancing-out-in-space but totally totally optional!

[goldenkirstein]

i've been on fire, dreaming of you

or alternatively, when both you and jean thought you lost each other

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anonymous requested: hello there! I love your stuff. if requests are open, may I request a canonverse post-rumbling jean x fem reader where y/n is wounded + passed out from exhaution after the rumbling and wakes up warm and safe, with jean tending to her wounds. Y/n is shocked bc she remembers how she almost lost Jean (she didn't get turned into a titan, maybe she isn't Eldian?) and she just shoots straight up to embrace Jean without realizing the intensity of her wounds. Jean gets extra worried so he has to gently guide her back to lying down on the bed because she has a fever and her injuries aren't all better yet 🥺👉👈 maybe they cuddle afterwards until she falls asleep or smth aaaaaa 🥺 pairing: jean x fem! reader wc: 2.7k+ tags: angst to fluff, cursing, female reader, mentions of death, blood and violence, hints of blasphemy (?), mentions of injuries, aot manga spoilers.

a/n: sorry this took so long, (i was shadowbanned) i changed up the request a teensy bit but otherwise i hope you enjoy !!

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Hot, burning, searing pain is the last thing you remembered before your vision went black.

That and the sight of the man you loved transforming into the one thing you feared the most.

Whether it was the heartache or the open wounds on your body that made you lose consciousness, you don’t know.

Truthfully, you were angry at Jean.

It was a whispered confession on the Azumabito airship. You and Jean sat in the corner, Captain Levi and Pieck in front of you, eyes cast away. The rest sat in silence, reeling from the situation that had played out on the ground below, quietly preparing themselves for the hell that awaited them at Fort Slava.

Jean’s hands were trembling; you would expect that after years of seeing your comrades die at the hands of humans and titans alike, you would get used to the death.

This wasn’t that, though; this was a different fear and anxiousness. Jean’s hands were clammy and his face pale; you could gauge that from one look at the man next to you, whatever worries were bubbling inside him were the accumulation of all the events from the past couple of days.

Jean was a collected man most times; as commanding officer, he didn’t have a choice but to be stoic and calm in the face of danger. But when that facade began to crumble, you would be there to ground him, remind him of why he was fighting. You knew that if you locked eyes at that moment, Jean would be able to see right through the front you were putting up, see the fear etched into your irises as you all were hurtling towards your deaths. So instead, you made the executive decision to swallow that panic and be that rock he needed, offering him your hand.

You took hold of his hand, staring ahead, and squeezed it three times, a reminder for both him and you that at least you still had each other. You could feel his eyes on you after you performed the simple gesture, but you continued to look ahead, focusing on the clouds, knowing that a couple of meters below, havoc was being wreaked by those mindless titan drones.

He said it so faintly, so lightly that you barely heard it past the sounds of the engine reverberating around the metal cabin.

“I’ll love you now and forever, even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.”

It’s like he knew. It was his way of saying goodbye to you. And you ignored him.

You clenched your jaw and pretended that you didn’t hear, pushed it to the back of your mind because this was no place for hushed confessions of love and, even more so, goodbyes. You were sure as hell were not letting Jean say goodbye to you. There would be no reason to, not if you had it your way. The both of you were bound together, and goodbyes were never to be uttered between the both of you.

Even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.

Is that what remains of him now? The muscle, sinew, and skin that pieced Jean together all reduced to ash and soot? The body that you had spent hours tracing, memorizing every detail of scattered in the wind. You would never feel the weight of his body on yours again, be able to graze your fingers over the scars littered on his torso, feel the way his heart would beat against your hands.

Jean Kirstein would only exist in your mind from now on.

He had left you alone with nothing but his memory, but even then, it was plagued by the image of a senseless titan taking the shape of Jean.

You wished to go back and tell him to shut up, never to utter those words again. Tell him to get those foolish notions out of his head, slap your hands over his mouth, silencing him, so that you could continue to live in your deluded reality that both of you would make it out alive. Tell him that he was selfish, of leaving you here to endure this torment by yourself.

Would that stop the scathing agony you were feeling?

Maybe this was hell you were in, you thought. That you were being punished for ignoring him, that you were the foolish one. Perhaps you should’ve held him tight to you, found a way to fold himself into you, so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Were you angry at Jean, or was that resentment directed at yourself?

The pain spread from your chest to your arms, down your legs, coursing through your veins.

You should have looked at him, told him that you were just as scared; maybe that could have changed his fate. If only you repeated those words back to him. He would still be here now.

I’ll love you now and forever.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

Bring him back to me.

The silent prayer came from the depths of your heart; whether God or who knows what would hear it, you didn’t know, but the thought of having to live with this ache was enough for you to continue repeating the mantra in your head.

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Jean looked at your unconscious form that laid next to his seat. If it wasn’t for the gentle rising and falling of your chest, he could have sworn you were dead.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Jean had made peace with the fact that he would die when he transformed into a titan. Seeing you, like this, however, barely grasping onto your own life, made his body ache; he was okay with dying, but the thought of having to live without you was a fate worse than death.

He reached over to grab your hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of your palm before grasping it and squeezing it three times. He let go of it, placing it back gently over the top of your torso.

It was time to change your bandages and clean your wounds. Jean was a strong man; he had seen firsthand what a titan could do to one’s body, but his hands quivered as they unwrapped the bloodied bandages from your thigh. One singular thought overcame his mind.

Was he the reason that you were injured this badly? Did he hurt you?

Jean had spent many nights tending to your injuries, his hands careful when it came to you. However, the cuts and gashes he would tenderly patch up would always be inflicted by other humans or titans. Never did he think that his hands would be capable of hurting you. Jean was disgusted with himself as he stared straight ahead at his hands, now covered in blood.

The worst part of this, Jean thought, was that he couldn’t even remember if he was responsible for this, or maybe, that was a blessing. Recalling the situation would drive him into madness. The man winced at the thought of his arms tearing up your body.

He reached over to the tiny side table holding the medical supplies, grabbing the antiseptic solution. Dabbing it on a cloth, he attentively cleaned the wound, instinctively checking for your reaction. You would always make a fuss when he would apply it, but Jean averted his eyes once he realized that there was no reaction from your comatose form.

Usually, he would scold you when you would pull back from his hands when he tended to your wounds, but now any response would be better than having to tolerate the silence in the tiny room.

Jean got up to clean his hands in the basin, warm water turning red once he dipped his hands in. This was his punishment; he would have to suffer the consequences of his actions. The both of you were alive; Jean knew that he should be grateful, get on his hands and knees and thank the gods above. However, why should he be thankful? It was cruel. The both of you were not alive by the grace of God; this wasn’t mercifulness or benevolence.

What good is living if you have to sit and watch the one you love the most deteriorate in front of your eyes.

“You need to sleep; this isn’t healthy.” Connie was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Although he was speaking to Jean, his eyes were transfixed on you.

Jean didn’t need to look at himself to know how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his face pale and gaunt. He spent his days and nights in your room, never wanting to miss the moment when you would wake up.

If. If you woke up, not when. Even that was not guaranteed.

“I’m not leaving her side, Connie.” Jean dried his hands on the cloth next to the basin. He turned his head to look at his friend, whose eyes were now staring back into his.

Connie understood the situation; he wanted you to wake up as well, but it pained him to see Jean suffer like this, “Spending your days sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up won’t help her, Jean.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jean slammed his hand down on the basin, hair falling in front of his face. Connie’s eyes widened at his friend’s action; to say that Jean was frustrated would be an understatement.

“You got your mom back, Annie got to see her dad, even those damn kids found each other. I got her back, but it’s my fault she’s like this.” Jean gritted his teeth, lip quivering.

Connie’s heart sank; he had seen Jean at his worst, but this was almost unbearable to witness. He made his way over to the hunched-over man and squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault Jean. This is difficult, believe me, I know, but you can’t be blaming yourself.” Connie’s eyes flickered your form, and he clenched his jaw.

Jean shifted his head, sullen eyes peering at your face through strands of hair; the man shook his head as a sob escaped his lips, “I need her to wake up Connie. I can’t live without her; I don’t know how to.”

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You felt a gentle breeze on your face and an odd pressure around your ribs. Laying still for a moment, you waited for the pressure to subside, but instead, it made its way down to your thigh. You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut; there was no strength left in your body.

How many days had it been? Where were you?

Questions circled amidst your clouded mind as you lay immobile. You realized that the pressure you were feeling on your body was the weight of someone’s hands. How badly were you injured?

Memories flooded into your mind as you became aware of the situation you were in currently. Someone had rescued you at Fort Slava, and you were being treated at a medical facility by nurses. No, not nurses; the hands felt oddly familiar. They were careful and precise in their movements but carried tenderness as well.

You tried to take a deep breath in, to gather strength to move any one of your limbs, but paused immediately as the pain in your ribs was far too great. Shallow breaths would suffice for the time being. You began to focus on moving your fingers, channelling whatever energy you had left to at least get them to move.

The sheets underneath your fingers were soft as you gently moved your digits along the fabric. The hands on your thigh briefly paused before continuing their movements. You waited a minute before moving again, this time lifting your hand.

You couldn’t feel the hands on your body anymore.

Whoever had been treating your wounds whispered your name. It was a man, but you weren’t able to recognize their voice as everything was still groggy.

The man sharply inhaled, his voice shaking as he said your name once again.

You mustered the strength to open your eyes; your eyelids were heavy and hard to fight to keep open. The room was blurry and far too bright for your liking, but you continued to blink, and soon, the details surrounding you came into focus. The figure was still, waiting for your next move; you lolled your head to the side to get a better look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He slowly came into focus; he was holding your hand between his and planting kisses on the back of your palm.

Why was he apologizing? Who was he?

Your heartbeat quickened as his voice became more apparent; this had to be some sick nightmare. You slowly sat up and reached out to him to cement the fact that this couldn’t be real. Your hand made contact with his knee; he was warm, he was alive.

Tears were running down your cheeks as your eyes scanned up his frame until landing on his face. Jean stared back at you, eyes wide, your hand still held in his.

Your face contorted as you took in the sight in front of you; you were so sure you had lost him, and yet here he was. Sitting up fully, you used your free hand to grip on to his white button-down and pull him into you with whatever remaining strength you had. Jean dropped your hand, and you swiftly wrapped both of your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut to take in his presence.

A pile of burnt bones.

It wasn’t a dream; you could feel his heartbeat against your body, feel his hair against your cheek. You sobbed into the crook of his neck, ignoring the immense pain you were feeling, scared that if you let him go, he would scatter in the wind.

“Jean, I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your voice was scratchy and hoarse, still weak from the slumber which had woken from a few minutes ago.

He brought a hand up to rest against your head, “I’m the one who’s sorry; why are you apologizing?” Jean pulled away from you, causing you to wince.

You furrowed your brows in confusion; he gently laid you back down on the bed before continuing, “I hurt you when I transformed into a titan; I’m the one who’s responsible-” Jean paused, his eyes landing on the gauze on your upper leg.

He wasn’t making any sense to you; shaking your head, you frowned at him, “What do you mean? I saw you transform before I passed out; I got injured by the rubble falling from the fort.”

“I should be apologizing, not you. When we were in the airship, you told me you loved me, and I ignored you, Jean, and then I thought you died and lost you. I’m terrible-” You looked up at him through teary eyes; Jean wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks.

“All this time, I was scared that I had almost killed you, and here you thought that I was dead.” He whispered, hands caressing your cheek.

“You’re not dead right; if I close my eyes, you’ll still be here?” You brought your hand up to hold his, letting out a shaky breath.

“No, my love, I’m not dead, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jean pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You cautiously sat up before moving over slightly to make room for him on the small bed.

“Can you lie here with me? Don’t wanna let go of you yet.” He nodded his head before getting up from his seat to lie next to you.

You placed your head on his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand traced the buttons on his shirt, slowly getting lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

Jean’s fingers skimmed your side; overwhelming happiness filled his chest; he was relieved that you were alright and that he hadn’t been the one at fault for your current state. He felt you press a kiss where his heart was, and his lips curled into a smile.

“You know why I said what I said on the airship?”

“Hmm, why?” Your ears piqued in interest.

“Because I knew that even if I died, I’d find you again, somehow somewhere.”

You let out a sigh, silently thanking whoever it was that answered your prayers.

I love him and you brought him back to me.

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[whaleofatjme1920]

Ok so Ik this has already been done with ej, but I’m a toby simp, and I wanted to ask. Reader finding out toby is cheating on them? Maximum of 1k words, a scenario idk, smth. Ty!

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It's Dangerous, To Love the Sun

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: angst in general, physical and emotional cheating, violence, language]

[AN: I listened to Brooksie - Not Into You slowed + reverbed while writing this, I hope you enjoyed! Also went a lil over,,, the word count because I kinda liked this,,,,,,,,,,,]

You love Toby. Ever since he came into your life, you’ve been happier with him at your side. He makes you smile, he makes your heart sing. You’ve never felt so complete.

The way he looks at you is akin to gazing at a masterpiece. His eyes are so full of love when he gazes at you from across the room, wondering when you’ll finally break away from your conversation with Jeff to be at his side again.

His touch is gentle, never harsh. Toby’s fingers trace up and down your forearms and back, ghosts, whisper-like kisses of physical affection in an attempt to show you what he verbally cannot express. He’s always so warm, so loving, so whole.

He completes you, is what you’re trying to get at.

The two of you like to sit on rooftops late at night because neither Masky nor Hoodie can stand the two of you giggling at odd hours of the day in their presence. Kate’s not around long enough to actually care. When it’s just the two of you sitting up here, quiet, against each other and breathing in the sweet night air, you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before.

You hum out, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, a dreamy expression on your face as Toby momentarily stops playing with your hair.

“What’s o-o-on your mind, b-baby?” He asks, a brow raised. Toby shifts on the shingles, his arms wrapping around you like an octopus, bringing you closer and closer into his warmth.

You find yourself blanketed in him and relax. “You’re so good to me, y’know that?” You say.

Toby scoffs and rolls his eyes. “O-Other way around,” he corrects.

You tilt your head and shake it slightly, telling him he’s wrong. “You’ve always been so good to me,” you continue, brushing off his attempts to play down your saccharine words.

He knows you’re not fibbing, but at the same time, he refuses to admit to your claims. “I d-d-did what w-was expected o-of me, you know t-that,” he states plainly.

You take in another deep breath before resting your head on his shoulder, melting into him. You pick up his scent: oak and burning winter, before retorting against him again in a voice a hair above a whisper. “You’re wrong.”

Toby laughs, his lips pressing to the side of your head. “If y-y-you say so,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses to your head and eventually your face. He revels in the sound of your laughter as he does so, leaving no inch of you unkissed.

“I know so.”

The two of you fall back into a pleasant silence.

You’ve always viewed Toby like he has power over the sun, because, as far as being a proxy goes? He does. When you were first plucked from your life and called for something ‘greater’, it was Toby who had taken pity on you, trained you, taught you all you needed to know and the ins and outs of this life. He was the one who shielded you from Masky, Hoodie and even Kate at times.

It was by his hand that you survived, and it is still by his hand that you thrive.

It was such a blinding adoration for a man you believed held dominion over the sun that kept you veiled from the truth of what he had been doing behind closed doors, yet could be seen through the windows.

Naturally, you didn’t want to believe it. Who would? The person you love’s heart has fled the place it used to live with you and taken up residence with someone else. That’s not an easy thing to admit, not when you realize that love truly is not all it takes.

Toby doesn’t want to admit it either. It started out as some strange infatuation, a fleeting crush - someone he would forget.

But her eyes? Her darling eyes? One of them the most beautiful shade of peridot he’d ever seen and the other a literal clock? They say the eyes (in her case, eye) are the window to the soul, and she had absolutely snared his. She was beautiful in a way Toby couldn’t describe, beautiful in a way that had him seeing a sky full of stars in the middle of the day, and beautiful in the sense she was timeless.

Toby knows he should be ashamed, that she’s his little secret, that what he has with Natalie can’t be compared with you, but he knows he can’t let you find out lest you go too far you can’t come back.

That blinding sun made you shrug off the bruises that were too keenly placed to be a victim’s sorry attempt at freeing themself. You shrugged off the scent of roses and wine. You shrugged off how his eyes saw past you, no longer at you. You shrugged it all off, choosing to stay blinded than face the truth.

And you would’ve happily lived in that ignorance if Toby didn’t grow cocky and arrogant and so fucking careless.

You’ve never really felt your world crash and burn until today. You've never been burned by the sun until this moment.

You’re looking into the eyes of a man you think owns the sun and see nothing but fear, regret, and pleading. Pleading for what? That you won’t leave him? That you’ll stay with him? You feel tears well in your eyes as you see him laying in your bed with her. The woman who had been naught but a shadow until now.

“R-Reader,” Toby begins, quickly wrestling up in the sheets, watching as your soul leaves your body in the doorway. “B-Baby, it’s n-no-”

You’re at a loss for words, and frankly, you don’t think he even deserves the right to your thoughts at this moment. Instead, you hold your hand up, silencing him, and turn to leave the temp house. You were out doing work for your fucking boss and get rewarded like this? The man you loved in bed with another woman, looking at her like she owned the moon. You take in a sharp breath and then begin to beeline to the front door when Toby finally gets out of the bed, ignoring the cries of confusion pouring from Natalie’s mouth.

Your heart races when you realize Toby is gaining on you. Your vision blurs through your tears.

He’s calling out for you, his stutter even stronger than before, bones popping louder and louder as he gets hit with the weight of what he’s done to you. “Stop! S-Stop fucking m-m-moving!” He hisses, his calloused hand reaching out for your wrist, successfully grabbing you.

You snarl like a caged, wounded animal, flesh burning at the contact. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you sneer as you attempt to rip your wrist from his iron grasp. In your other hand, you already have the car keys ready. You just want to be anywhere but here.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” Toby says, attempting to pull you into a hug.

You struggle against him harder, hissing to be let go. The keys in your free hand are getting threaded in your fingertips. Your tears feel warm and boil your cheeks as they roll down like waterfalls. The harder he grips you, the more you feel you’ve been burned to a point of no return. “God fucking damn it, let me go!” You shout, not even noticing how Natalie has come out of the room to get Toby off of you. She’s quickly gaining in the hallway, confused on if she should step in or not.

Toby tries harder and harder to pull you into his embrace, and that’s when you strike.

You take your car key filled fingers and punch as hard as you can, the teeth of the keys dragging across Toby’s cheek, successfully shocking him into letting you go. You don’t even consider how badly you’ve hurt him and take the opportunity of his shock to flee the temp house, quickly hopping into the car.

“Reader!” Toby shouts, hand on his right cheek, not even caring about the claw marks you’ve left. “B-Baby, let’s t-talk about t-this-”

You start honking the horn to drown his voice out. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a scowl on your face, glare holding nothing but bullets towards Toby and Natalie as she attempts to wrangle him back into the house.

You watch as her arms wrap around his waist - she’s surprisingly gentle for dealing with such a belligerent man - before peeling out of the driveway, hand still honking the horn and practically waking up the neighborhood while you’re at it.

Your mind overloads as you drive, thoughts of the sun getting eclipsed by the other celestial body that overtakes it in full, swallowing it whole. You mutter angrily to yourself, turning on the radio for just noise as you finally get onto the expressway. And you drive. You drive until your head feels clear again, and when it does, you’re finally able to focus on something other than what’s in front of you on the endless stretch of road.

Autumn is making its way in, that much is apparent. Every now and then, specks of orange and red zip past your high beams. It’s cooler, and you swear you’ve passed a few flowering pumpkin patches.

You look to your left, gazing out the window for a moment or so.

The moon is decidedly absent this night.

You sigh as the fires extinguish in your heart, loneliness, sadness and any other emotion draining alongside it leaving a pit in your chest.

The emptiness quickly takes its place, haunting you like the ghost it is.

[hhhecates]

Jujutsu Kaisen Second Years Headcanons

• Inumaki can either binge watch YouTube or an entire anime for the entire night and run on 10 minutes of sleep, one carton of strawberry milk and be ready to challenge God on a pokèmon match, or need his 8 hours of beauty sleep and if someone dares to wake him before 10, they're just not coming back alive, sorry;

• On this account, the rest of the second years play rock, paper, scissors every day to decide who's gonna be the victim the one waking inumaki up;

• Side note, the first time it happened, Maki was 100% done already and thought they were just being stupid, she made the grave mistake of just barging into inumaki's room unannounced and girl came back traumatized. From that day on, rock, paper, scissors moments are taken very seriously;

• They all collectively share one braincell, they are super reliable on their own, but put even two of them together and see the braincell disappear. It's also twice as bad if inumaki is involved. Man can turn reliable senpai okkotsu into a menace (and it's megumi's biggest nightmare tbh);

• However, it's three times as bad if it's yuuta and inumaki with maneater!reader, nobody knows how their sense of responsibility all completely vanishes, but it does, and then you get OP children roaming free, and they're not just ready to fight God, but to become him;

• Maki is probably the most responsible one of the bunch (arguably, it would actually be yuuta or reader, but man is too tired and most of the times too soft, and reader just doesn't give a fuck);

• However, the roles quickly reverse when maki isn't taking good care of herself (which is often, cause girl is just that stubborn and focused on training) and then she'll turn into the whiniest baby and yuuta and reader become literally her parents,,, example;

• "Maki, eat your veggies" "Not doing that, they taste like fucking grass, I'm not a cow" "... Alright then, good luck finding your junk food in the cabinet then" cue maki begrudgingly eating her veggies because she knows better than to try yuuta and reader;

• Also girl will literally forget to drink water and even when she does drink, it's always energy drinks or sodas, and it's an unspoken agreement between second years to switch out her water bottles (filled with soda) with one that actually contains water;

• We all know that Panda and Inumaki are a dangerous duo, but have you considered Panda and reader?? The two of them are unarguably the two smartest students at Jujutsu High, and you know what they also are? Completely merciless. They will play mind games on you for fun and laugh at you if you cry;

• Yuuta is reader's bestfriend, and inumaki is a close call too, but if asked reader will always say that maki is their bestfriend because it makes the other two sulk adorably. Maki will then proceed to say that her favourite though is Panda, which will make reader just look at her with the most betrayed and affronted pout on their face, and tbh it's a sight too rare to pass up. Really though, they're all each other's bestfriend, the second years are a super tight group and consider each other family;

• During their first year, reader was the tallest of the bunch (aside from Panda), but after Yuuta comes back from his year overseas, he grew to be almost as tall as Gojo and reader legitimately didn't speak to him for two days cause they were a n g r y. Please, inumaki had so much fun seeing reader so frustrated sksksks. But poor yuuta genuinely thought they were angry at him (don't worry though, they quickly made up, reader couldn't stay away from yuuta if they fucking tried to);

• Now though, reader always walks on their tip toes around him or wears platform shoes and yuuta finds it so fucking precious, but please don't tell reader or he'll get bOnKeD;

• Reader, Inumaki and Panda have anime nights together in toge's room (man has the biggest room out of everyone too) yuuta will come at 3 am to tell them to go to sleep but he ends up joining, maki yells at them but ends up joining too;

• Maki is the most obnoxious cuddler when sleepy or tired (she will deny it tho, so don't bring it up unless you wanna get smackedd) and she will cling onto reader like her life depends on it because reader gives her head scratches and plays with her hair (pliz, maki and reader are so soft for each other);

• Yuuta and reader unconsciously hold pinkies when they are out in a crowd because they both have social anxiety and find lots of comfort in each other;

• Inumaki and reader always go to the convenience store together to get snacks at like 1 am, most of the times they successfully drag along maki too with the promise of junk food, and then they get lost in the ailes having a competition about who finds the weirdest flavour of chips or smth;

• When yuuta is overseas, the rest of the second years videocall him every night (or every week, depending on how long his missions are) it's the most chaotic calls too and it makes yuuta laugh so hard.

I honestly have sooo many more of these,,, I just love the second years too much--

[phantaloon-books]

Things about Tower of Nero that I want to highlight to remember them forever:

Lu being an absolute badass woman, I just love her too much

Piper McClean being canon wlw, she was actually kissing another girl, we really fell in love in october

Chaos being canonically female (just chaos being mentioned as a deity rather than what's below tartarus)

nobody DIED, like no one on the good side at least?? yes plenty of beings have died throughout TOA, but nobody died in TON?? so many died in TLO and BOO, I expected to mourn someone and I didn't have too??! it made me so happy

solangelo. that's it. solangelo makes me happy.

will being incredibly supportive of nico, and instead of stopping him, going with him on dangerous adventures because he doesn't want to leave him alone. also them treating Nico's PTSD for what it is

WILL SOLACE CANONICALLY GLOWS IN THE DARK. HE'S A GLOWSTICK BABY.

also will just appearing at the gates of the throne room, glowing in rage because someone touched his boyfriend (and tried to kill his dad), and him just marching through everyone (everyone else letting him), just to pick up his hurt precious boyfriend and take care of him.

meg McCaffrey got her happy ending. she's baby, she deserves her family and her happy ending. also Lu being the mother and the 12 children being siblings?? that's one hell of a way to tell nero to fuck off and right his mistakes. we love meg.

dionysus being the best olympian after apollo. the duo content we needed, and now will never get

nico mentioning bob and how he wants to go look for him, because he can still be in tartarus

rachel still being a Total badass and hitting people in the eye with her blue hairbrush thus being iconic

meg acting as lester's anchor and only reason why he didn't let go of the ledge, not falling into chaos, is top tier 'reasons why I cried reading', because if you think about it, Meg is the first ever friend apollo ever had, and them being best friends is everything to me

also apollo choosing to go looking as lester rather than apollo because lester feels like home is on top tier 'reasons why I cried reading' too

again, the only thing apollo did in the end (once he was god again) that could be described as 'godly' was be in several places at once, fly his chariot, and get meg her unicorn

but apollo shooting fucking fire out of his hands is crazy asf, it was so cool. he really got amazing godly powers this book.

rick being bold enough to showcase abusive parenting knowing that a huge porcentage of his readers are minors, helping many realize that they could be in abusive households, and giving them a tool to reach out for help

apollo defeating nero was so satisfactory, because you realize in the end, that nero wasn't really a monster, he was monstrous, but still very much human (if only with some godly power), and pretty useless once he couldn't hide behind props and weapons, his being wasn't powerful, he was just under layers of protection

the jackson/blofis scene was so warm and loving, they really are willing to put their family in danger, baby estelle in danger, to help 'percy's friends' even tho she knew percy didn't like apollo, but she still takes in everyone who needs help, and paul being a loving and accepting husband

sally working on her SECOND novel, she really is having her best life

none of the big heroes from other series having protagonism, besides nico and will, instead giving the other kids from camp halfblood their chance to show they're just as worthy as the "heroes of olympus"

(still I would have loved to see a scene with everyone else, like the heroes of olympus guys, fighting together one last time, just for nostalgia's sake - I legit hoped to see percy and annabeth arriving with chiron in triumvirate tower, but yeah)

the arrow of dodona may have been a dumb, cringey, and slightly ridiculous thing at first, and I personally rolled my eyes everytime it said anything, but it knew what would happen from the start, and without its sacrifice, apollo would have achieved nothing. we stan one arrow

nico wearing a white cowboy hat. idky but it makes my heart swell with joy. he a gay cowboy

y'all know I love Apollo's arch, and I just gotta point this out. his trials, his time as lester, started with him falling to earth, and ended with him getting up after purposely throwing himself off the earth, towards tartarus, almost falling to chaos. that's really clever writing.

the olympians watching over him, and some actually being concerned for him rather than his progress.

poseidon not really giving a fuck about the world or council meetings anymore because percy's not there anymore

athena being the only one apart from artemis who trusted apollo could do it makes me warm fsr

lester deciding that the best way to retell his adventures is by singing is hilarious to me, he really thinks it'll solve everything

Grover not telling percy and annabeth jason died seems so funny to me, he really said "nah it doesn't matter much, field trip, yes"

"hey man" my heart broke in twenty million pieces. like I don't know where I expected to see jason. but that wasn't it. and it hurt me as much as it hurt apollo man.

(also I kinda hoped we would see nico summon his spirit or smth, but I'm actually happy nico realized that jason went by his own choice, and he was in peace, so he decided not to summon him, because it was alright. that hurt too)

kinda love how lester passes out after literally every battle. it reminds you that even tho he's apollo, his body isn't. I'm sure we all would pass out too if we did a quarter of what lester did in the span of 4 days. his body isn't made to endure that, it doesn't even have a halfblood endurance, it's a weak mortal body

the trogs were fucking hilarious. their screeches and grrs, idk there's something ridiculous and so childish about them, it's so fun

really happy that apollo never had a /real/ love interest (reyna doesn't count), cause that wasn't what his story was about. instead he got to make so many friends, and have quality time with them and his children, it's amazing

apollo being thankful people were telling him he'd grown, and was more human, because he realized that was the best thing he could have learned from his time as a mortal

also him saying fuck you man to zeus and his speech, like "no asshole dad, I did learn, I'm not going to see this as punishment, it was a great time in which bad things happened but I enjoyed it." yes, we love apollo not letting zeus win

getting to see what everyone will do now. nico and will figuring out rachel's prophecy, probs saving bob. rachel living her best life away from her parents. leo doing what leo does, always helping those who have no one else. the hunters' open storyline about this fox, possibly hinting at content? piper settling down in a quiet life is what she deserves tbh, she's earned quiet life with a cute gf, wish her the best. Frank and hazel being the best praetors, and I bet they will continue to be so. And annabeth and percy, who chose their happiness over all, at last

kinda wish we got to see someone still really miss jason after apollo becomes god again tho lmao like apollo missed jason more than the others, nico and piper being the exception. I mean, leo is fine and dandy, hazel and frank are okay, percy and annabeth are done mourning... I just we got to see any of them really mourning, rather than reading they mourned. it would have made it feel more emotional

the last conversation and the last words in general. "the sun always comes back" and "we're friends now. call on me. I'll be there for you" that shit got me sobbing my heart out. rick really managed to do right by the books and end it like he should have, unlike BOO. he took what made TLO good and used a similar formula. it's very different from "and for once I didn't look back", but it still fills you with warmth and the feeling that even though it's over, it's okay.

I'm just really emotional, this is all I can think about, but you bet I'm gonna add more when I remember