#And I promise I'm okay!! When it comes to being injured I actually got off pretty easy

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

I'm sorry you are injured, my dear Obby

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Thank you, my dear friend <3

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

short one but justice for warren fics!! more to come soon :)

[rizzanon]

childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 (here) | part 2

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet for the first time when you were both 8 years old at the playground, wondering why he was standing ontop of the jungle gym, looking at the distance

"Why are you standing up there?"

" 'cuz the view is nice!"

"....Weirdo.."

"H-Hey!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet again a few weeks later at his grandfather's dojo where your parents signed you up for some taekwondo classes for self defense

"What are you doing here, weirdo?"

"Hey! I'm no weirdo! And this is my grandfather's place okay? I'm allowed to be here anytime I want!"

"Woahh, your grandfather's the teacher? That's cool!"

"I know right?!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you become friends with over the next few days, watching him miserably fail to show off execute the moves his grandfather taught him to you

"HAHAHAH! You suck at this, y'know."

"Shut up! You don't have to tell me something I already know."

"At this rate, I can beat you easily in a spar..!"

"In your dreams!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his only other friend, Takeomi, and the two of you hit it off very well (much to Shinichiro's dismay)

"I didn't think Shin had other friends."

T- "Neither did I, I thought he made you up."

"H-Hey! What's with this mockery!!?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who ends up going to the same middle school and high school as you much to his delight

"You better stop slacking and start putting in effort in your studies Shin!"

"What are you, my mother?"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch! Okay, okay! I get it!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who hates the fact that his siblings (Manjiro and Emma) love you as much as he does

"Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!—Fake sobs—My very own siblings..."

"It's your fault that I'm just better, heheh."

E- "Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!"

"What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!"

M- "Plus, she always buys us our favourite snacks too!!"

"Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to you to get treated whenever he's injured after fighting with other people

"Let me guess, you got into another fight again?"

"Ding ding ding! You guessed correct! Too bad there's no prize."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Shin. Why don't you go and see an actual doctor to get your injuries treated?"

"Why would I do that when I have you who'll fix me up every time?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to your class during lunch break to find you whenever he forgets to bring his own bento (was it on purpose? you don't know), knowing that you always make extra for him just in case

"Well, well, well, look who decides to forget to bring his bento for the third time this week?"

"Heheh, about that..."

"Don't worry, I made extra food for you."

"Aww, so you do care about me."

"Don't push it, Shin."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who worries that his rising reputation as a delinquent might bring down your reputation as well

"Are you sure you still want to be friends with me? I get it if you don't want to-"

"I already told you, I don't care what people think about me. What matters is what you think of me. That's all."

"...."

"Besides, who else will treat your wounds other than me, hm?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who begs asks you to ride with him on his bike, promising you that he would keep you safe

"You want me to what??!"

"Come on...! Ride with me just this once! I promise you won't fall off."

"If I die, the blame's on you."

"Wha- You won't die! And I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his other two friends in Black Dragons, Wakasa and Benkei, hoping you'd feel more reassured about him leading a gang and being a delinquent after meeting his closest friends

B- "Woah, didn't know you had a girl, Shin. Who's she?"

"What?"

W- "Let's be real, Shin can't flirt for his life."

"Hey! That's rude! I so have game."

"Game of a rock, you mean."

"Oi!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who finds solace in you after every time he gets rejected by a girl he asks out much to your dismay (this was the 20th time)

"I don't get it. What am I doing wrong??!"

"It's simple. You're the problem."

"Rude... but seriously, why won't any girl date me? I'm certainly not that bad of a boyfriend if they gave me a chance...!"

"Well firstly, do you even have any interest in any of those girls you asked out? How do you even move on so easily?!?"

"If you put it like that... no, not really. I just want to date someone for the highschool experience y'know..!"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch!"

"No wonder no girl ever takes your confession seriously. Plus, your hair is so gelled up, no girl's gonna like that... Once a weirdo, always a weirdo."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who listens to your advice, and stops using gel as often as he used to on his hair, sometimes leaving his hair down to find out what you'd say about it

"You didn't put gel on your hair today?"

"Nope, I was kind of in a rush today, haha.."

"Well... you look... better like this, if I'm being honest."

"R-Really??"

"Yeah, keep this up and someday, a girl might accept your confession."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who tells you about the rumors he's been hearing around the school, about how many of the students thought you and him were dating and how he wasn't so opposed to the idea of that

"Wait, seriously?? People think we're dating?!?"

"My reaction exactly. I can't believe they think we're dating!"

"Not that I would mind that though..."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"??! You're hearing things, Shin. I didn't say anything at all..."

Part 2

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[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

May 29th

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1. Hi, I’m looking for a fic in which lan zhan and wei ying are in a relationship. They argue a lot but every argument ends with wei ying jumping in bed with lan zhan and hugging him from behind to resolve it until one day they have a really serious argument and Wei ying doesn’t come to resolve it first. They might have broken up as well, and lan zhan realized wei ying constantly made effort to resolve the arguments first and lan zhan never did.

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2. Hello hello!! I have two requests this time

A) In this fic Wei Ying is the God of the Underworld. Infact everybody is a God here. And Wei Ying has a town or city built in his domain for the souls of the dead and I think the Wens lived there. Also the other Gods considered him a pariah. I remember this one scene where he comes up or goes down the stairs from heaven which leads to the Underworld after a conference with the Gods.

B) I remember only one scene from this fic. It was during the Wen Indoctrination where after Wei Ying was sent to the cell with the Dog he acts dead and Lan Wangji and Jiang Wanyin are heartbroken. But actually Wen Qing just helped Wei Ying's heart rate to slow down to convince Wen Chao of his death. I think Wei Ying wakes up right there after a few minutes or so. @yilinglaobunny

2A)

FOUND! there will come soft rains by infinite (recursion) (Not Rated, 14k, WangXian, Gods & Goddesses, Hades/Persephone AU)

2B)

FOUND! 🔒💖 the universe would turn to a mighty stranger by RavenclawLoki (T, 11k, wangxian, Angst, Eventual Fluff, Some mentions of blood, it looks like someone is dead but!!, it is okay, everything is going to be okay i promise, First Kiss, Canon Divergence, Wwx and lwj know they’re in love, They just don’t know the other loves them back, Everyone Lives AU, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ)

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3. Hi I'm trying to find a fic where lan zhan and jiang cheng are repeatingly kidnapping it wei ying from each other

FOUND? Wei Wuxian’s Kidnapping Back and Forth Farce (Starring Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji) by misscam (M, 5k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Humor, Switching)

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4. Hello, I’m looking for a specific fic that takes place post canon. Basically it’s a short fic where Lan Zhan goes out to travel for something and while he’s gone someone upsets Wei Ying, so to get back at him Wei Ying pretends to have sex super loudly every night. Lan Zhan hears about it and rushes back and hides in the room to find out what’s going on. I think they slept together after but I don’t remember well. I read it a few years ago and all can’t find it since.

FOUND? 🔒 The Sweetest Morsel to the Mouth That Ever Was Cooked in Hell by Silvarbelle (E, 14k, WangXian)

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5. Hi! There was this Wangxian fic where Lan Zhan got cursed and pushed Wei Ying away because he didn't recognize him and Wei Ying got badly hurt. Wen Qing was alive she made some sort of a healing bubble around Wei Ying for him to heal. I clearly remember she identified Wei Ying as her brother and asked Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen to keep Lan Zhan away from him. Lan Zhan was distraught after the curse wore off. Along with Sizhui and the others. Thank you!

FOUND? Brothers, Brothers-in-Law and Husbands by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 7k, WangXian, XiCheng, Lan Zhan accidentally hurts Wei Ying, Injured wei ying, Wen Qing is alive, protective Lans, protective Cheng, for once both Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng are good, Wedding, Protective Wen siblings, Jingyi and Yuan are best boys)

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6. Hi, I remember there being a fic but can't seem to find it : where the juniors end up in the past or a different universe where they see JGY and other cultivators in a meeting and one of JL or LY throw a weapon most probably a dagger killing JGY which makes LXC unhappy, hostile and maybe a little shocked but when he makes a move towards the juniors WangXian appear and WY tells/warns him from doing so. I remember I read it on ao3 but don't recall the chapter count apologises for the vague details but this is all that I remember so something with a similar premise or any help would be appreciated.

FOUND? A Blast from the Past by NightSky07 (G, 8k, WangXian, LCC/JC, JYL/JZX, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, WWX Needs a Hug, JYL gives it to him, juniors time travel, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Protective LWJ, Protective LSZ, BAMF WWX, The Junior Ensemble Love WWX, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, YLLZ WWX, Past WWX meets future WWX, Confused JC)

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7. Need help in finding a fic where a modern day girl gets transmigrated into the MDZS universe and she uses her phone to make maps and helps with the war from the shadows but she gets caught by Lan Xichen. I think Lan Xichen fell in love with her but not sure as the fic was in progress. Please help

FOUND? i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, OFC/LXC, minor WangXian, Isekai, Transmigration, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Amateur cartography, Butterfly Effect, Sunshot Campaign, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, No Golden Core Transfer, Dimension Travel, Politics, LXC the politician, Self-Insert, Foreknowledge, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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8. hi there I'm looking for a fic where's wei Ying deleted himself from existing I think and there was some kind of flower that represent that and Jiang Cheng and lan wangji are trying to save him, I'm sorry I'm not so got at writing in English I hope you understand ❤❤❤❤❤

FOUND? Remember by Amona (T, 59k, JC & WWX, WangXian, WIP, Canon Divergence, Mentions of Suicide, Self-Sacrifice, Erasing oneself from history, by WWX, forget WWX, colored souls, because it's pretty, Sword Spirits, JC has to take crash courses, But he'll do it for his brother, Major Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con)

FOUND? missed by ilip13 (T, 5k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JYL & WWX, Canon Divergence, But also, Modern with Magic, Reincarnation, Temporary Character Death, Sort Of, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love, Mention of canon-typical violence, Not time travel but timeline manipulation, Not nonlinear storytelling but the opposite of linear storytelling)

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9. Hiya,

Looking for a modern fic where LWJ is constantly being mean to WWX, whose constantly trying to befriend him. Eventually wwx has a whole breakdown about it, and he mentions how LWJ is an asshole to him for no reason. There’s a scene mentioning wwx baking cookies for him and he thought Lwj threw it out but in reality it is revealed in the end by Lwj himself that he ate it (although he was allergic to it) and WWX says something along the lines of that’s why you missed class that Monday. Turns out LWJ just struggles with communication. I think they are neighbors or roommates I can’t remember. Hopefully someone can help.

Thank you!!

FOUND? A Marriage Story by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 38k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, married wangxian, but there are some complications, because it’s marriage, Sex is complicated, Angst and Pining, Pining while fucking, Mature elements, Mutual Pining, HEA, Arranged Marriage, Sort Of, Misunderstandings, of epic proportions, One True Pairing, Good Sibling JC, Good Parent YZY, Fluff and Angst, in that order, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Loves WWX, Angst and Hurt/Comfort) or if not this one, by this author

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10. I am looking for a canon era (not modern) fic where Lan Wangji was kidnapped as a child and I think he was raised in a brothel. He grows up and curses himself to be hideous so that the men who frequent the brothel don’t try to touch him. Eventually true love breaks the curse (like, WWX loves him regardless of his appearance) and I think Wangji happily reconciles with Xichen.

FOUND! Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Angst with Happy Ending)

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11. It's been some time since the last FF I've asked but here we go again :'D I'd like to find a fic that had WangXian traveling together and LWJ's back/scars were bothering him and it worsened because of cold weather? Most likely the fic was post canon. There might have been a bath house or a hot spring involved there somewhere

Yes, LWJ knew he was traveling with WWX. No, he didn't get more scars.

did lan zhan not know it was wei ying travelling with him, and did he get more scars as time went on?

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12. Hi, I would love some help locating a fic. I can't really remember a lot of the main plot since it has been a while since I read it. I believe it is a post-canon fic, but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had to go back to the Burial Mounds, and Wei Wuxian had to unbury his original body that was buried in the blood pool. I think. I also think that for Wei Wuxian's original body to survive, he had to wear a bracelet of some sort. I don't remember, or maybe I am confused by two different fics.

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13. For the fic finder!! TIA!!

This may be a scene from a long fic but I’m not sure. Wwx is possessed by something more than resentful energy- it’s an ancient demon who wants to destroy the world. Wwx seals himself inside the cold pond cave and puts up a barrier- I guess prepared to stay there forever? Lwj somehow gets in there to stay with him, and has conversations with the demon. The demon is extremely strong, throws him around and hurts him a little. His brother and uncle are pacing outside the barrier demanding he come out. The elders want to execute wwx which is why lwj is in the cave in the first place.

It’s canon setting but I can’t remember the time line- war? No war? Wwx and lwj aren’t together yet though. I remember this fic being pretty good- I’d love to reread it!

FOUND!🔒 Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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14. hello!! thank you for all the work you do. i've been trying to find a fic in my bookmarks/ searching for it but i just can't seem to find it unfortunately. i remember it to be an arranged marriage au? where lwj and wwx loved each other very much but upon learning that wei wuxian's tail colour (or species) meant he would not settle, miscommunication happens and just angst. it is a happy ending though, because i think that another person tells lwj that wei changze's tail colour/species meant that wwx would be loyal to him? sorry if this is too broad, thank you!

FOUND? what you have tamed by lianhua_lianzi, Senforza (E, 94k, WangXian, Animal Traits, misunderstandings (not the romcom kind that can be resolved in a 5min convo), Courting Rituals, Pining, Lan family dynamics, Drama, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Arranged Marriage, Wangxian break up but get back together, Eventual Happy Ending, vague biological essentialism (animal species have different mating preferences), Canon Typical Alcohol Usage, Implied Mpreg, Unresolved Sexual Tension, unintentional and eventually resolved "gaslighting", Dragon LWJ, Fox WWWX)

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15. Hello! I am searching for a fic I read that I think was multiple short installments in a series on ao3. It was a war au where Wangji had presented as some kind of dragon and he was in charge of the Lan clan. Wuxian was a thief or mercenary. They had met as children and Wangji imprinted on Wuxian, but they parted ways then. They meet again on the battlefield and Wangji pulls Wuxian into his tent and is like “bathe him!” I think Wangji put a silver collar on Wuxian that Wuxian couldn’t remove on his own. There were dom/sub undertones. Any clue?

FOUND!🔒 Have him stripped, bathed, and brought to my tent by KizuKatana (E, 30k, WangXian, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Huli-Jing WWX, powerplay/powerdynamic, dubcon (due to power dynamics), Overstimulation, Edging, Biting, Scenting, Possessiveness, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, warlord, Emperor LWJ, civilian (sort of) captive (also sort of) WWX, dragon sex magic, Not traditional Chinese emperor history fully alternate reality of immortal creatures)

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16. HI, thanks for all your amazing work!! You rock!! Sorry to bother, but I hope I can get an answer!! I'm looking for a story were in the future, in space, Wei Wuxian is kidnapped everyone believes him dead and is used by Jin Guangshan and I think Xue Yang to try to destroy others. I think he has an implant that has prevented him from escaping but he manages to plant bombs and asks Lan Zhan to kill him when he finds him!! Please help!! be well!! @monicaop21

FOUND! Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian)

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17. Hi, I need some help looking for a fic on ao3 I was SO SURE I had bookmarked, but apparently not. The fic is Jingyi-centric and features a drunk jingyi trying to hit on Jin Ling's uncles at a bar, I'm fairly certain Jingyi is college age and the fic mentions sizhui and wangxian near the end. It was marked as complete, and I think it was a one-shot. Sorry if it's a bit vague, but it's been a while and I'm starting to think I just made it up if it hasn't been deleted. Thank you in advance! @angrymarconi

FOUND!🔒UILF by bosgood (T, 3k, JC/NHS, LSZ & NHS, JC & JL, NHS & the juniors, ONE-SIDED LJY/NHS and LJY/NHS/JC, and mention of ONE-SIDED LJY/WWX/LWJ, LJY has the UNREQUITED hots for JL's various uncles OK, unrequited, nothing happens!, featuring reactions ranging from laughing one's ass off to fully dying inside, Humor, I love the fics where LJY and/or OYZZ is like damn JL's uncle is fine, so this is my contribution to the genre, Modern, College, Established Relationship, WWX & LWJ are LSZ's parents, JL Has a Lot of Uncles, canon-typical junior shenanigans)

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18. Hey! There’s this thread fic I read a while ago, I believe it’s a “Bikini Armor” au? It’s where Knight!Lwj is meets another fellow knight (Wwx) on the road, but Wwx’s armor is magical? Basically it only visibly covers his privates and part of his chest, the rest is magic. I remember it was a punishment by Madam Yu, and that Lwj finds out when the armor breaks.

Ty!

FOUND? His Knight in Shining Armour by celerydragon (E, 23k, WangXian, dead dove do not eat, Curses, Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Slut Shaming, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, yu furen sucks, protective lwj, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, mild dirty talk, Biting, Outdoor Sex)

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19. Hello!

I’m looking for a fix where Wei Ying is gorgeous and coveted by everyone. The junior quartet often have to run interference because he doesn’t realize it. I think an innkeeper’s brother lusts after him too. One of his admirers decides to capture and assault him. Thankfully, Wei Ying is able to use ghosts to overpower him. Eventually, Lan Zhan comes and rescues him. Please help me find this fic! Thank you very much!

FOUND! Cotton Wool by incendir (M, 34k, wangxian, LJY/OMC, JL/LSZ, JC & WWX)

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20. So I've lost a fic again, and I need your help once more!

So the premise of the fic was that lwj did enact that fantasy of taking wwx in the library when they were young, only after lwj internally freaks out and runs off to his brother for punishment because "xiongzhang I took someone by force 😢 I'm horrible"

I don't remember how exactly they got there but lxc gets lwj and wwx to talk, intending for wwx to decide how lwj should be punished as the wronged party. Except wwx somehow comes to the conclusion of "Let me f*ck (fuck) Lan zhan! 😠 he took me, so now I should take him!"

Things end happily but that's all I remember. Please help me! (And before anyone asks, no I'm not mixing it up with the Teapot Plot)

FOUND! My Boyfriend Is So Talented by Xiao_Zhang (E, WangXIan, Underage, Rape/Non-Con, Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Sex, LWJ gives in to his lust, Teenage Wangxian, Fluff and Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Humor, Romantic Comedy, Misunderstandings)

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[archangeldyke-all]

Yo ! I don’t know if you’re taking reqs or not, but I’d kinda be interested in seeing Sev’s reaction to if reader was hurt? Like would she go apeshit or be calm and whoop ass? Which do you think?

i'm always taking requests! and i have about a million thoughts about this ;)

men and minors dni

it depends entirely on how you're hurt.

if it's an accident, like you fall down the stairs or step on broken glass or something, she's calmly tending to your wounds, wiping up your tears, teasing you when you finally stop crying about being so clumsy.

she'll press a kiss over every bandage and bruise on your body.

but if somebody else hurts you?

sevika stays calm in front of you, not wanting to add any more stress to your already injured body. she'll get you to safety, make sure you're tended to, and stay by your side, whispering sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep.

and then it's like a switch flips.

suddenly, all the fear and panic and terror of watching you get hurt comes rushing back to her body with full force. and it manifests as anger.

she'll track down whatever sorry fucker decided to mess with her girl, and she'll make sure they can never hurt anyone again.

she doesn't kill them right away. i think she beats them for a long while, getting all of her jitters out, making sure they experience tenfold the pain they had decided to inflict on you.

and then, once they're nothing more than a bloody, wheezing, pulp, she'll kill 'em.

she feels better the second they're dead.

she'll wash up before she gets home, not wanting you to see her all bloodied and battered, and pick up some flowers and soup for you.

when she returns, you're still sleeping. she trims the flowers and puts them by your bedside, puts the soup in the fridge, then crawls into bed beside you, gently adjusting you until you're in her arms.

usually, she sleeps on you. but when you're hurt, she has to hold you. she knows you're safe in her arms, and she can't calm down completely until she's got you curled on top of her.

sometimes you wake up, and she'll just rub your back and press kisses to your head until you fall back asleep.

she's never able to sleep the first night after you've been hurt. she stays up all night, monitoring your breathing, soaking in the sight of you, whispering to your unconscious body.

sometimes you wake up and hear her whispering to you.

"that fucker's never gonna hurt you again, baby. i took care of him for you."

"i'm so fuckin' sorry. i'll make sure everyone in the lanes knows not to touch a hair on your head ever again."

and of course, endless "i fuckin' love you"s.

she'll never tell you what she did to the people who harmed you, but you know. sevika's killed men for smacking your ass before, you know she won't let someone who actually hurt you go on breathing.

sevika will take time off from work to be by your side until you're better. she's ten times more dramatic than you are about it, not letting you leave bed, not letting you feed yourself, forcing you to drink a glass of water every hour.

and... sometimes, when she's changing your bandages, she'll start to cry.

it breaks her heart to see you wounded. it makes her feel so weak and wobbly seeing her girl hurt. she does everything in her power to make sure you're safe, and seeing that she's failed, that you're in pain, it kills her.

when this happens, you just wrap her up in your arms and pull her head to your chest, letting her cry against you while she listens to your steady heartbeat.

"i'm okay, baby. i'm a tough fucker, you know that." you'll whisper. "i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. not without you." you promise.

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[eunwhore]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Your husband forgets about the date he promised for tonight, but it's okay.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. Suggestive behavior here and there, but is overall very fluffy; husband!Nanami deserves a warning

𝐀.𝐍. Dropping a Nanami drabble to cope with what's to come; I had a whole mental breakdown while writing this btw; can you tell I'm in love with this man ?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 1074 words

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Reader x Nanami Kento

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @dearmymoon @lacopinedechan - 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Your husband didn't do it on purpose. Really, he's the last one to forget about anything concerning your relationship. He's actually the kind of man to never forget about an important date in your relationship. He never missed any of your birthdays or important dates, such as the day you got engaged or when you first shared a kiss. 

So you're not mad at him when he doesn't show up to the restaurant you were supposed to share tonight. Your dear lover must've had a bad day again, one of those who keeps him concentrated on boring paper works for hours. 

That's why, after about an hour of waiting in the restaurant, you finally find the courage to leave by yourself after apologizing to the owners. Going straight to your lover's workplace with some things to cheer him up. 

30 minutes later, you're already in the elevator that leads to his office. The sound of your heals on the tiled floor alerts him of a presence behind him. As he turns around, expecting to see one of his colleagues, he's more than surprised to see you here. " ___ ? Don't tell me-" He hasn't finished his sentence that he's already looking at his watch to look what time it is. 

Kento could've thrown himself over a bridge after realizing the mistake that he made. How could he forget about your date tonight. He felt like the worst husband on earth right now and hated himself for getting to emerge in his work. He remembers the promise he made this morning about spending this night together after much time working overtime in his office.

He's quick to get up from his rolling chair to meet you halfway through his office. His warm hands find their well deserved place on your waist as you come close. You can't help but admire his attire, he removed his vest, his normally well tied necktie is slightly loose revealing more of his delicious neck. It also proves how much of a bad day he must've had. "It's okay love." 

The worried look on his face broke a piece of your heart, because you knew he would never do it on purpose and that he was probably injuring himself of ugly names for this small mistake. "I brought the date with me." You said with an endearing smile on your face as you place the bag full of sushi on his desk. Your hands being finally free, you don't lose a chance to touch him. They find they way slickly around his neck before you lean to give a loving kiss to his cheek. 

Your husband swore he could've asked your hand in marriage a second time from what is happening right now. He really wonders what he must've done in his past life to deserve such an amazing partner. His arms warp further around your form while his face nestles into the crook of your neck, getting to smell your oh so comforting fragrance. "God...I love you so much. And I'm so sorry for forgetting about tonight I-" As you were expecting it, he's trying to apologize for his omission, but you're quick to cut him off. 

"Kento. Don't apologize, please, the food is waiting for us, and I'm really hungry." He must be starving too, it's a common behavior for him to completely forget about eating throughout the day when he's too focused on his work. He straightens, taking a good look at you before letting go of you, much to his regret. 

It doesn't take long for you to attack these sushi a few minutes later as you both converse about your day. It's only after eating his last piece that your husband finally lets go. His back hit the back of his chair as a dramatic sigh, letting all of his pent-up frustration out before his gaze falls to your figure. 

Feeling observed, you meet his demanding eyes a few seconds later, your chopsticks between your fingers as you bring your last bite into your mouth. You couldn't tell, but at this exact moment, where nothing other than you mattered at that moment. He just felt at peace next to you, forgetting that he's still at his desk. The expression "It's not the bricks of a house that create a home, but rather the people you find inside those bricks"suddenly takes on its full meaning.  

You're startled when the blond man reaches to grab the back of your chair, making it roll closer to his after he lost his patience, that's how needy he was. "You don't know how much I hate myself right now..." He expresses whilst his hand slides up your thigh. "You even wore one of my favorite dresses." The air seemed to have taken a turn as his fingers caress your skin a bit too seductively for a sushi date. 

A flirty smile appears on your traits as you hear him complaining. "At least you'll be the only one seeing me like this tonight." He smiles as you mention this new benefit. Kento doesn't show it often, it's not something he's proud of most of the time, but he can get a little possessive sometimes. Especially when random men find it amusing to look in your direction when you look a bit too delicious. "You're right." 

He straightens, his hand never leaving your thigh, and by instinct your body leans towards his. A hand sliding on your cheek with affection. You can see his eyes wander to your lips, and you already know where this is going. "C'me here." He whispers, and you can't do anything but oblige. Your lips finally touching his in a soft yet hungry kiss, the kind that shows just how much love you hold for each other. 

Those kinds of moments never fail to remind him of how lucky he is to have you in his life. You had all the right to be mad at him, to just choose to get back home and wait for him instead of rearranging the night to make it special in its own way. Your only presence is enough to make him forget about everything around him. No one would find a takeaway in their office so romantic, and yet, he wouldn't trade this date for any restaurant in the world. 

"I love you ___." He whispers against your lips, voice full of appreciation and genuine love for you. 

© eunwhore 2023. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

[lazycats-stuff]

talia and bruce having a older son who “went missing ” but actually joined the court of owls . he’s become friends with a bunch of rouges and two face is like a dad to him. he lives with harley and ivy and sometimes selina and they just chaos. but he runs into batfam and damian just wants to kidnap him so he can have his brother back

Will do. Sorry for taking a while to write this. And sorry if this was too short, I tried to write more 😖 I'm thinking about a part 2, but I'm not sure. Should I?

Summary: Bruce and Talia had a son. But the problem is that he is missing and Talia and Bruce can't find him. That is, until one night that will change everything.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, but nothing explicit, the rouges being friends with (Y/N), Damian trying to kidnap (Y/N), Bruce being done with everything.

(Y/N) wiped his hands, opening the doors of the roof. He sighed as he watched over the city. He managed to kill his target, now it was time to call the cleaners up and he will be going to see Harvey. He didn't see the man in a while. The Court kept him busy. He made a quick call and off he went.

He ran from roof to roof, jumping and rolling. He was close to Harvey's place and he positioned himself to jumped trough the thankfully open window. He landed softly on the hard floor. He walked down the hall for a while before knocking on Harvey's door.

He entered the office, smiling at the man who smiled back.

" My boy, it's been a while! " Harvey said, bringing him into a hug.

" I know, the Court made me busy. " (Y/N) replied, releasing the man.

" How are you? Are you injured? " Harvey asked quickly.

" I'm not injured, I am way to talented to get injured. "

Harvey chuckled, knowing it was true. (Y/N) was a good assassin. Quick and fast on his feet.

" Are you here for long? "

" No, I made a promise to Harley and Ivy that we would have a sleepover. And they told me to get back as soon as possible. "

" Are you hungry? I can make you something quickly. "

" I am slightly, but like I said, I will sleep at Harley's. I'm sure she ordered some pizza. "

" You need something other than pizza. "

(Y/N) shrugged, brushing off the comment. Pizza is life.

" Okay, fine, pizza is enough. "

(Y/N) smiled at Harvey, approving of the comment.

Harvey gave him a hug, saying goodbye. The boy was like a son to him and he doesn't spend enough time with him. He needs to talk with Pamela and Harley about this.

" I will come to visit you in a few days. "

And after a quick hug, he jumped out the window office, managing to swing himself up to the roof. From there he ran once more. He sighed in relief when he go to the Botanical Gardens. He went to the building where Harley and Poison Ivy lived.

(Y/N) was finally happy for Harley. She left the Joker after being abused for so long. From what he has heard, she beat him so heard that he was out of action for a few months so to speak. And he was glad.

He climbed down from the roof through the window that was conveniently left open. He slid in the living room, where Harley was waiting on the couch.

" Hello my little owl! We had made some pizza for you and sit down, no wait, do you need to change? " She fired question after question, not letting him answer.

Pamela gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing that he just needed to crash.

" Hun, let him go to his room. We got you some clean clothes. Take a shower too if you want too. "

(Y/N) nodded, walking towards the room. He sometimes lived here, almost like a third roommate, but that 3rd roommate doesn't pay rent, shows up bloody from time to time and just tired in general. But that wasn't anything new in Gotham. Gotham people aren't even fazed at anything at this point.

He changed from his court of Owls suit. Once he took the the top off, he looked at his arms. No bruises tonight it seems. Good. He took everything off and went into the bathroom. They turned the heating on here. Aw. (Y/N) didn't like cold and he was generally cold most of the time.

He got into the shower and let the warm water. He sighed in pleasure as the warm water washed over his body. It felt heavenly. He quickly washed his hair and body and changed into fresh clothes. He took a towel to dry his hair and then threw it in the laundry bin. Pizza sounds great now. He didn't really eat anything before he left to kill his target.

" Here is your slice. Come on, sit here. Harley wants to watch movies." Pamela said, but something was off.

" Please tell me it isn't action. "

Pamela looked away for a moment and (Y/N) sighed. No. Everything in those movies was unreal and stupid. He always ends up criticizing the moves and unrealistic stuff.

Always.

" Harley, tell me why I have to watch this shit? " (Y/N) asked, huffing.

" Because your commentary is great. You can always shed a light on Hollywood stunts and what doesn't look real. I watched a lot of movies where people's mental health was misrepresented. " Harley said, smiling. But there was something else behind that smile.

" What did you do? " (Y/N) asked, moving closer to Pamela. Pamela raised her eyebrow, confused. What did her girlfriend do?

" Whatever do you mean? "

Pamela sighed. She did something.

" Shit. " (Y/N) muttered, rubbing his forehead. Oh no. The doorbell rang and (Y/N) tensed up. Harley jumped up from the couch and (Y/N) wanted to stop her. It's never a good idea to open the door like that. This is Gotham for the love of God.

" Selina! " Harley screamed and (Y/N) relaxed. Okay, it's Catwoman. Whew.

" (Y/N), my little owl! Harley didn't say you were going to be here! " Selina exclaimed happily, quickly bringing her favorite into a hug.

" I wanted to surprise you. " Harley said, moving to sit on Pamela's lap.

" Well, none the less, I brought some face masks. "

(Y/N) groaned as the girls laughed. Oh God.

Few days later, he went to Harvey. There was a problem while he was working, well killing. He got ambushed by familiar assassin. His mother's assassins. Did his mother found him? That can't be. He made sure that it looked liked like he went missing. Maybe it wasn't his mother, but his father?

(Y/N) shook his head. No... Bruce would go after him himself. What is he going to do now?

He rolled his shoulder that was probably dislocated or bruised. He can't do this. He can't go back to live with either of them. He can't. He just can't. There is a reason why (Y/N) joined the Court of Owls.

Talia cursed as she got a call from one of her assassins. (Y/N) escaped and even managed to evade her assassins. He was taught well after all. The limo that she was driving in stopped in front of the manor. She gave Bruce a call about (Y/N). Bruce was quickly outside waiting for her already. He was nervous, fearing the info.

" Hello beloved. I have news. " Talia said, moving past Bruce inside of the manor.

" You should call Damian too. "

Bruce didn't need to. The four boys showed up, and everyone was tense and on guard, but Damian. He knew that his mother wouldn't attack them.

" What is happening? " Jason asked.

" You know about Damian's brother (Y/N)? The one that went missing? " Bruce said, rubbing his forehead.

The boys nodded, confused. They knew the basics of (Y/N)'s story, but nothing in detail.

" Talia found him. Her assassins tried to get him, but he escaped and evaded them. "

" And that's not all. " Talia said, making everyone look at her.

" He joined the Court of Owls. I recognized the uniform he was wearing. "

Bruce was shocked to say the least. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. No. Oh no.

" So what do we do? " Jason asked.

" We find him and bring him here. " Damian said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

" Okay, we can't just kidnap him- " Dick started, trying to come up with a non violent solution.

" Well you can't, but I can. " Damian said.

" But you do need a plan. " Talia said.

Damian mumbled something beneath his breath. Bruce knew that it wasn't something good. But Talia was right. If they wanted to bring (Y/N) back, they would need to make a plan. A good one.

(Y/N) was paranoid. For the last couple of days, he was constantly watching his back. Maybe he needs to leave Gotham? But where? Mexico? Canada? Somewhere in Europe? Asia? Australia?

No, not Australia. Spiders and snakes.

" What am I going to do? " (Y/N) asked himself as he was standing on the roof. He couldn't stay with anybody tonight. He was going to crash with them during the day.

He just needs to survive the night. He needs to. He can do this.

" Hello brother. "

(Y/N) slowly turned around. Damian the rest of the family was there.

" Not happening. " (Y/N) said, before jumping off of the roof.

He heard footsteps behind him. He can't stop now, he needs to lose them now. He managed to throw Tim off. He could only hope to throw the rest off.

He was proven wrong when Damian threw them both down onto a random rooftop. They both groaned before managing to rise up to their feet.

" Why did you join the Court of Owls? " Damian asked, completely calm. (Y/N) glared at Damian, refusing to answer.

" You don't need to know that. "

(Y/N) looked back, seeing a building. It was still in construction, he could hide there. He managed to jumped there just in time. He landed softly before moving through the holes through the floor.

He listened to the possible noise that they could make. He held his breath as he managed to escape. He put a scarf over the bottom part of his face and the pulling a cap out of his pocket to put it on his head. He needs to get somewhere.

Somewhere away from here. He closed his eyes for a moment. No. No emotions tonight. Only pure logic.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi, I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night :) I'd like to ask you for some platonic headcanons (although if it's not your style it's okay to ignore it) about the demons in obey me and how they would react if MC saves them from a surprise attack by a demon hunter (whether she ends up very injured or not I leave it to your choice 😉)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! I love this idea honestly. But I take up to 8 characters and there's total of 9 demons in OM! that I write for so I removed Lucifer and did the other demons because they're getting too little love </3 Hope you won't mind this little change and still like it!

Also I really hope I did platonic for everyone- I might've got ahead of myself and automatically did fluff for some so... lemme know if that happened!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: mentions of reader dying, small descriptions of cutting/sword swinging

✧ the moment news about demon hunter going around Devildom spread, you were paranoid and the weight of calming you down landed on Mammon

✧ your age didn't matter, he'd take you to casino to relax. Or... he'd want to... if you're too young for it Lucifer or security would definitely kick his ass for trying to do that

✧ luckily tho, he wasn't worried about you since the demon hunter obviously hunts just demons, even he knows that!

"Don't ya worry, human! I'm called THE Great Mammon for a reason!"

✧ but the moment he crosses patches with one... he's actually more concerned about you than himself

✧ he's gonna step in front of you, assuring you it's alright while it's actually him who's considering if it'll be better to fight or run away

✧ and the moment YOU save HIM is like a hit to him... I mean, he was supposed to protect you, not the other way around! But you'll still catch him blushing from emberassment as he mutters small thank you. Bur you better listen because he's not repeating it!

✧ that's if you wint end up dead... if you do, he actually breaks into tears when he realizes he lost someone important again...

✧ the demon hunter might not be here anymore but even then, he makes a promise to your empty eyes

"I'll make them pay... for doing this to you... I'll be the one protecting you this time. I won't fail for the 3rd time."

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✧ Levi would be just as if not more scared than you

✧ he's already isolating, what made you thought he'd even consider going out in such a circumstances? Well... you would...

✧ after solid 6 months, even you calmed down and figured that demon hunter must've calmed down so you thought you might as well go game shopping with the third brother!

"Uh... seriously? What if that demon hunter is walking around? No, don't go alone!! Alright I'm coming..."

✧ but as he imagined, 6 months were definitely not enough to calm down... because just before you entered the game shop, you had to be push Levi aside or he'd get hurt

✧ if you didn't got hurt badly, he'll definitely first talk them off but he will summon Lotan without hesitation if they decide to make second attempt

✧ but if you did got hurt badly... he summons Lotan immidietly, not caring about consequences, he just wants them gone after seeing you in this state

✧ but surprisingly you didn't even felt a single drop on you, he was ready to destroy all the buildings in this city but made sure you won't be anymore hurt

"Y/N please tell me you're alright... and that I didn't hurt you more... c'mon they're gone now, let's go back home, this store had nothing that catched my eye anwyay..."

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✧ Satan was the wise one here, like usual. He figured news must be playing jokes or that the problem will pass soon enough, so after 2 months, after news completely calmed down, he tried calming you down as well

"Remind me, for how long this 'demon hunter' had been quiet? 2 months, exactly. No murders, no signs, just quiet. You're being paranoid, Y/N."

✧ he eventually had enough and took you out by force to show you no one's scared anymore and it's just you

✧ but as he was dragging you along, focused on not bursting with anger from your whining, he didn't notice the swing which you took

✧ it definitely left a bruise on you, but let's assume it didn't kill you! He'd still be pissed, the moment he sees blood on you, he's already in his demon form ready to hunt down anyone who did this to you

✧ and if you're actually dying? He'd make sure to remember their facial characteristics, he want to run and get vengeance but he also knows you're close to death and need help QUICK

✧ but in the end, he can't save you... he becomes even more angry on daily basis and will hunt down anyone who looks at least a little similar to that demon hunter, he didn't care if it wasn't them, he can't risk not trying

"I'll make you pay... I won't kill you once, but 100 of times, so you can feel what you did to them."

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

✧ let's be honest, both you and Asmo were absolutely terrified at the news of demon hunter going all around Devildom

✧ you can't count how many nights you two spend together and how many times he complained to you that he's running out of his beauty products but doesn't dare to go out alone

"I can't go alone!! Y/N c'mon... I'll buy you something too!"

✧ it wasn't helping your worries but you really had enough of his whining... so you figured one hour in the city shouldn't hurt! I mean, what's the chance demon hunter will appear in this exact city at this exact hour?

✧ well this hour apparently was enough... you didn't even had good luck around when you noticed something shining as Asmo was still rambling... you quickly realized it was a sword and without second thought, pushed him away

✧ at first, he was a bit upset because you pushed him on dirty wall, ruining his outfit but upon realizing WHY you did that, his emotions shifted on the person who caused it in the first place

✧ seeing the cut on you made him absolutely furious, and believe him, he wanted to fight. But whether the cut is deadly or not, he'll rush back home with you

"Ugh! They're the real demon here! Hang on Y/N... I will not let you end like this."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Beel was actually quite cautious but still confident in his skills, always assuring you he can manage even if he gets attacked

✧ but you still insisted on going with him anytime he goes out, so that's how it also was today

✧ and he's actually more careful when he's walking with you so that's actually good for you both

"We should get something to eat while we're at it... I'm not this focused on my surroudnings when I'm hungry..."

✧ it was just the moment when Beel's stomach was growling that the demon hunter striked before he knew it. And before demon hunter knew it, you got in front of ginger demon

✧ it won't be a lie when I say his heart stopped for a second when he saw a sword making an injury on you, he even threw his food away just so he could fight the one who did that!

✧ believe him, that demon hunter tasted better than the food

✧ now, you injury doesn't matter, injury is still very risky for humans, he'll just be more worried if it's deadly one

✧ he's definitely not leaving your side, be it when you're alive or a ghost, he promised himself to always have an eye on you

"Hey... I brought your favorite snack... I thought we could... eat together or... appreciate it... however it wouldn't sound..."

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✧ Belphie is kinda simoliar to his third brother with it... why go outside and risk your life when you can sleep?

✧ you literally don't have to worry about him because he not only sleeps through whole days but also keeps you trapped so you can't go in the city, the only source of news for you is tv and media

✧ so when you heard cafe's are opening again as Devildom have calmed down... you thought it could be nice to go back to your dates!

"Uhh... it's so early... didn't that demon hunter just kill someone 2 days ago? ... Maybe 2 months, same thing... let's sleep together, it can also be a nice date..."

✧ you'll literally have to force him to go outside, not because he's scared but because he's lazy, and looking at how it ended... he'd actually prefer if he was stubborn enough to pin you to bed and not go out...

✧ because when you went outside, he just saw blade in one second and your injury in another

✧ no matter of your injury is deadly or not, he'll throw his fists at the one who caused it

✧ he's having flashbacks now and trust me, he'll go all the way out, especially with deadly injury

✧ he looks so scary and ready to kill, but once you're alone, he breaks...

"I'm so sorry... I'll save you in another life, I promise... Believe me, I or anyone won't hurt you once..."

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead~

✧ Diavolo just wanted to see human world, he didn't expect there was still something like 'demon hunters'. And even if, he made sure to disguise as human well!

"Well isn't that nice... You certainly have quite a culture! What do you recommend we visit?"

✧ apparently tho, it wasn't good enough because in one second he was sharing a donut with you and enjoying the time, and in another he saw you getting in front of him we someone swinged their sword right through your stomach

✧ if you didn't end with deadly cut and more of a warning one, he'd manage the situation, it was just the attack from surprise that caught him off guard

✧ he chooses to try persuading them first but if that won't work, he'll only break their weapon and eventually knock them down, not wanting to cause too much damage

✧ poor boy will be like a puppy following you around because he feels guilty for this whole situation

✧ but if you did end up with deadly cut... he feels like he failed. Failed as your partner

"I'll do better from now on... I promise."

✧ his heart was telling him to get vengeance but his mind was telling him to wait... so with small sadness he tried persuading this demon hunter to give it up but when it obviously doesn't work, he will 'accidentally' finish their life

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✧ you decided to accompany Barbatos with his tea shopping in human world, thinking it could be nice to spend some time together and learn a thing or two about tea

"Now we'll be heading there. I know it seems like shady place but believe me, it's actually the opposite. It'll be best if you see for yourself."

✧ but he for one had a bad feeling about it... he tried keeping his guard up but in one moment, when he was checking what's tea made of, he let his guard down...

✧ he just heard you bumping into his back, making him turn around, realizing he was lost in his thoughts for a little while

✧ he'll be so relieved when he sees you with just a little scratch and makes sure to scare the demon hunter you're dealing with, be it with his appearance or be throwing them into wall, it all depends how cooperative they'll be

✧ but if you ended up with no chance of living, he wouldn't care to scare them off and would rather immidietly end them, apologizing while reporting to his lord for what he did

"How can someone so careless even call themselves a good butler... Eh... maybe I could mess with time again... just a little bit..."

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[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt3

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

pt2

Notes: drinking, swearing, kissing, mention of smut if you squint (they get a little worked up but nothing happens), feminine reader, men being creepy. There's a mention of Dove Cameron's song - just want you to know it's "Boyfriend", because it's not mentioned in the text and this stupid (affectionate) song has been stuck in my head for days.

Also, Abby calls reader "dancing queen" in her head (just as reader calls her "the hockey girl") because she thinks it's a funny reference to the Abba song and she laughs every time she thinks about it.

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"(Y/n), you going to the party?" Ellie asked when you were leaving the building after the game.

"Yeah. Oh wait." You said, noticing Finn's jacket still around you. You looked around, trying to notice him in the crowd to return the jacket. "Fuck." 

"Don't stress, he'll probably be at Manny's." Dina calmed you down. "Are you going straight away or..?"

"I'm going home first, I need to change. Stockings are slipping all the time." You pulled them up on your thighs as you spoke. 

"They look good on you." Ellie protested (she knew Abby liked this kind of stuff, and she really wanted to see her face when she'd see you). 

"Yeah, well." You shrugged. "I'm definitely not spending half of the time fixing them, so I'm going home first."

"Do you need a ride?" 

"To home or to Manny's?"

"Both." Dina clarified. "It's like, a five minute ride, Ellie can manage it."

"Oh, so I'm the driver today?" Ellie asked, raising her brows. 

"You are." Dina looked at her with her Ellie eyes, and Ellie gave up. 

"Okay." 

"Simp." You laughed and got in the car. 

"Fuck you." Ellie said and you laughed even harder. 

Ellie and Dina dropped you off at your apartment, promising to pick you up in two hours - you figured out the party won't start right away and you should come a little late to be on time for the fun part. So you spent your time going over every dress you had, trying to find something comfortable and cute. You really wanted to make a good first impression on the hockey girl. 

Usually you'd be too shy to actually talk to someone you liked, but tonight you had a good excuse - you could just come up to her and congratulate her on the win. It'd be easy, right? Just say hi, congratulations, I'm (y/n). That's it. You just needed to chill and manage your anxiety. 

God wouldn't it be awful if your tongue stopped working and you'd say something stupid? 

You were worried if she was okay: she got a penalty in the second period, and in the third period someone boarded her. It probably hurt, right? Even if she was a hockey player and was used to it, pain was still pain. She didn't need a doctor, which was good, but still. You couldn't imagine how it felt, being slammed into the boards by a 200 lbs man whose weight was multiplied by his speed. 

Yeah, that was why you were a dancer and not a sports player. You had your fair share of injuries (you've sprained your ankles so many times that they now recovered in a few days, so used to being injured. Still hurt like hell, though), but you didn't have to experience this kind of aggression or competitiveness. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, happy with your dress - it was mid length with an accent on your waist, which immediately brought up your hips and chest. It had a flower pattern on a milky fabric, and it was perfect for both feeling cute and comfortable - you were a dancer after all, so you planned on dancing tonight, and anything too tight would either restrict your movements or get ripped (that poor miniskirt). 

The hockey girl would probably like it, right? 

You didn't give yourself time to panic and change, focusing on your makeup. You eyed the red matte lipstick you usually wore, not sure if you should wear it tonight. But you did look good with it, and it didn't leave any strains even if your lips got wet. Fuck it, you thought, and opened the tube. 

You were ready just in time when Dina texted you to come out. 

"You look good." Ellie said approvingly, looking over your outfit. 

"Oh fuck you." You laughed. "But thanks."

The ride was short, but even in this short amount of time Ellie managed to prove she had the worst taste in music, again.  You could hear the music just as you left the car, and you felt nervous and excited, clutching your purse in your hand. You held Finn's jacket in your other hand, determined to return it right away and then get some drinks and maybe look for the hockey girl. You wanted to catch her before everyone got wasted, because you felt like you wouldn't be able to introduce yourself twice if the hockey girl didn't remember you in the morning. 

Manny met you the second you entered the house and went for a hug. You congratulated him on the win and asked if he had seen Finn. He shrugged and told you no, so you went on to find him. 

Abby was sitting with her teammates on the couch in the living room, talking about the game and the asshole who boarded her. She was relaxed after the first beer, and the thought of you was burning in the back of her head, but she decided to be patient. She could wait. Not all people came to parties on time, some people liked to come when everyone was already having fun. Maybe you were one of them.

So Abby relaxed and talked, drinking her beer. Boys were making stupid jokes and she laughed along, until she spotted Williams in the crowd. 

Ellie and Dina were here, did it mean you were here too? 

Abby's hands itched from the desire to stand up and go look for you to finally introduce herself, maybe get you a drink and get to know you better. Fuck she wanted to bolt out of the living room and find you. 

But apparently Abby didn't have to: you appeared just as she got ready to stand up. It was clear for her you were looking for someone (for her?) and just in a second, Abby connected the dots. 

That guy's jacket was in your hands. 

Abby heard a clank of metal and looked down: she got so worked up with jealousy she almost crushed her beer can. Fuck she needed to have better control over herself. 

You found Finn next to the living room. He was chatting with a group of your classmates and when they noticed you, they all said hello and hugged you. Finn looked a little too happy, and when he hugged you, his hand went dangerously close to your ass.

That you didn't like at all, but ignored for now. 

"Thank you for your jacket." You said politely and handed it over. 

"No problem, (y/n)." Finn smiled, and now you've started to notice how his smile was actually not friendly, but flirtatious. "What are you drinking? I will bring you whatever you say."

"No thanks." You chuckled, trying to play this situation as peacefully as possible. "I like to make my drink myself."

"Come on," Finn smiled and put his hand on your waist. "Tell me how to mix it and you won't be disappointed." 

His smile told you he didn't actually mean the drink, and you were getting more angry by each second.

"As I said, no, thanks." You said. "Thank you for your jacket again. See you." 

"You are not leaving now, are you?"

You looked at his hand on your arm as he was holding you back. Now it was getting into dangerous territory, and a lot of memories started to make sense. 

You were pissed off and dropped the nice act, wanting to end this situation as quickly as possible. 

"Listen, if you think you're gonna get it, you're deeply mistaken. And this," you pointed at his hand. "Is getting creepy. Let me go and we will continue with our respective lives." You said angrily. 

Finn let you go, and it looked like he did it only because people were around. 

You huffed, still shocked at the audacity of this bitch, and strode to the kitchen. You needed a fucking drink. 

Abby saw the whole situation play out, and even though she got furious with the guy (if he was your boyfriend? He won't be anymore, Abby will make sure of it), she was even more impressed to see your usual sweet self getting pissed off and telling someone off. You were so polite even when you were uncomfortable, but today you snapped, and Abby's never wanted to buy a wedding ring as much as she wanted now. 

Her sweet dancing queen had claws after all. 

Abby wasn't sure if it was a good moment to go and talk to you, but the Dove Cameron song felt like a sign from the universe - she definitely could be a better boyfriend than him. So Abby got up and went to the kitchen. 

You tried to calm down, but there was no orange juice and you couldn't find any vodka, which only made you more irritated. Great, this evening was off to a great start. 

You've stopped and looked around, finally spotting the juice.

"Fucking finally." You said to yourself and grabbed it, still searching for vodka. 

"Are you looking for something?" Someone said behind your back. You were too busy to turn around, but the voice was female, so you didn't get annoyed.

"If there's no vodka I'm going to fucking kill someone, I swear to God." You answered and turned around, not seeing any bottles in front of you.

The hockey girl.

She was standing in the door frame, chuckling, and you felt your face turning the same colour as your lipstick. She was dressed in black jeans and black sleeveless shirt, her toned freckled arms for everyone to drool over. Her hair, usually in a braid, was down and she looked so fucking good.  You closed your mouth, embarrassed. That was definitely not a good first impression.

"Have you checked the freezer? Manny usually keeps it cold." The hockey girl crossed the room and opened the freezer and took a bottle of vodka.

"Thank you." You said, getting painfully shy. That was not how you wanted your first meeting to happen. 

The hockey girl opened the bottle and handed it to you. It was such a sweet gesture you felt your heart flutter. 

"I'm Abby." The hockey girl said, smiling at you. You smiled back, holding to the vodka bottle for dear life. She was taller and broader than you, and it made your knees weak.

"I'm (y/n)." 

"Are you okay? I saw you back there." Abby said, giving you a glass for your drink. She was casual in her care, your heart was melting. You've felt like a lady within a minute of your conversation. 

But the mention of Finn got you back into an angry mood. 

"Another asshole thought that I'm easy just because I dance to Doja Cat. Not that there's anything wrong with being easy, you go queens, but I'm built differently. Like, what in the fuck shows that I'm easy? My dress is so long I could be playing Lizzie Bennet instead of Kira Knightley. Fucking assholes." You vented, pouring vodka into your glass. "Sorry." You said, getting a little too conscious of your rambling. 

"Felt like you needed to get it out." Abby laughed. "You do have an audience."

"But that's what it is - an audience, y'know." You smiled and added the orange juice. 

"I thought he was your boyfriend." Abby said way too casually, and you both knew it was not. 

"No. I'm single." You said way too casually as well. 

Abby moved and stood next to you as you tasted your screwdriver. You almost felt her warmth from how close she was, and your heart was raising because of it. You wanted her to touch you. 

"Too much?" 

"Just right." You looked at Abby's empty hands. "You don't drink?"

"I do." She said and grabbed a glass to fill it with whiskey. 

You didn't know why Abby drinking plain whiskey was hot, but it was, and you couldn't not think about it.

"I- um. I was at your game today. Congratulations on the win." You said, getting shy again. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Yeah! I've never been to a hockey game before. Much more enjoyable than soccer."

"Everything is more enjoyable than soccer." You giggled at it, hiding your smile behind your glass. 

"Are you okay though? You were slammed into boards." You remembered and tried to see if there were any injuries. 

"I'm good. The fucker wasn't that strong."

"Well, he would crush me to death, so I got worried." 

"He definitely would, he is thrice your size." Abby chuckled again and you barely held your giggle. 

Abby looked at you and tried to suppress her cute aggression: you were too sweet and you looked so innocent, even though you clearly weren't. She wanted to pinch your cheeks and fuck you senseless, but she felt like she needed to earn the right to touch you. Abby wasn't dumb, she caught on to your words: you were definitely a wine and dine girl, someone she'd need to take on a few dates before something could happen. 

Surprisingly, she was very okay with it. 

The song changed, and Abby got surprised when you turned to her with excitement in your eyes. 

"Do you want to dance with me?" You asked, and in that moment Abby knew she was fucked. 

Because even though she was a terrible dancer, she couldn't say no to you. Couldn't say no to a chance to spend more time with you.

Abby followed you to the pretend dance floor, and she stood for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what was happening, because the song was slow, and your hands were suddenly around her neck, and Abby wasn't ready for it. 

She thought she wouldn't be able to touch you in this century, and now she felt your body against hers and it was breaking her brain in all delicious ways. 

"Are you okay with this?" You asked, and Abby came to her senses.

"More than okay." She said and put her hands on your waist. "I'm not a good dancer though."

"So no dip?" You asked, smiling, and started swaying you both from side to side. "I think you'll manage."

Abby laughed, because your words reminded her of an old vine. But when you looked up to her, all pretty doe eyes with white eyeliner that made you even more cute, she felt like she'd devour you right then and there. Her grip on your waist tightened and she moved you closer, flush against her body. You blushed and Abby wanted to kiss you so fucking bad it was getting unbearable, but she controlled herself: she really didn't want to be like all those guys who hit on you. She wasn't even worried about the red lipstick on you - if anything, it only made her look at your mouth more.

But God fucking damnit she wanted to kiss you. Oh, but she could be such a gentleman, right?

So Abby leaned down to you, getting as close as possible, and waited for your reaction, giving you time to back out. 

But you didn't want to back out, so you leaned closer too, letting Abby close the distance completely.

Abby finally kissed you, demanding but soft, and you went pliant in her arms, pressing even closer, feeling her belt buckle against your stomach. Abby kissed just as she played, confident and unyielding, keeping you in one place, just as she wanted. She cupped your cheek as she deepened the kiss, her tongue soft and warm on your tongue, her other hand on your waist, kneading your soft side. The taste of her whisky mixed with the taste of your screwdriver, making something spicy and dark, dangerous. You wanted to press your thighs together, the heat building up between your legs. 

No one kissed you like that before. No one treated you like that before: the kiss was dirty and wet, but Abby didn't touch you too far, so polite and respectful. Your heart was beating in your ears and in your core as you weaved your fingers into Abby's hair, not pulling but holding gently, massaging her neck. She let go of your cheek and used two hands to get you closer, chest to chest, her thigh between your thighs, making it so tempting to just rub against her. But you didn't, too shy and too nervous, not sure yet if you could trust Abby like that. 

You pulled away breathing heavily, and smiled bashfully at Abby. She was smiling too, and even if her eyes were too dark with want, you didn't mind. 

"You're so fucking cute." Abby said, feeling like she didn't have to hide it anymore. She tucked away a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you blushed.

Fuck she was gone. How did you manage to dance such dirty dances and be so innocent? You've looked like you've never been kissed before, all blush and shyness and trembling hands around her neck. But somehow your innocence didn't come from naivety - you clearly weren't naive and could handle yourself just fine if you had to. You looked strict, not stupid. That was why Abby was so drawn to you. 

"And you have freckles." You said and caressed Abby's cheeks with your thumbs. "So you're cute too. That's what the law says."

"Yeah?" Abby laughed. 

"Yes. Ask Dina, she is a law major, she'll tell you." You winked. 

And then the song changed.

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

i can’t stop imagining an izzy x reader where the reader is in charge of the rigging during a powerful storm and something goes wrong so they get injured or get caught in between the ropes and izzy’s just worrying a hole into the floor as he’s pacing while the crew has to stop him from going out there for the reader because it’s too dangerous so they’ve got to wait for the storm to pass and the little rat man is just freaking the fuck out the whole time

A Storm, A Sail, and A Scared Izzy Hands:

The crew had gathered in the jam room to wait out the storm not that all the preparation was one and the worst of the storm had passed.

You had been out on the deck at the height of the storm, along with the others who actually knew what they were doing in the storm, everyone else had been waiting in the jam room.

The lot of you had been keeping the ship steady, pulling it through the storm, but then the sail started to come loose. Somebody would have to climb up and secure it.

Edward and Izzy were at the helm, steering the ship and stopping it from turning over, needing both of their strength to fight the waves. You had been the closest and you knew how to climb the rigging in rough weather, so you signalled to Ivan that you would take care of it and began your ascent. Fighting the winds and rogue waves that threatened to sent you flying into the vicious waters.

You managed to secure the sail just before the ship jerked and a knot in the rigging came loose. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to render the rigging useless or threaten the fate of the ship too much, but it was enough to cause you to slip, rope twisting around your arm as you grappled at the rigging to prevent yourself falling.

Even over the waves, rain, and winds, Izzy heard your shriek from the helm. The rope that caught your arm pulled and you were almost certain that you dislocated your shoulder. Instinct told Izzy to rush towards the rigging but the pull on the helm reminded him that he was needed there. If the ship capsized, you wouldn't stand a chance.

Once the rain storm began to ease, the only thing the crew could do was wait it out.

You had put all your focus on keeping hold of the weakened rigging but the sound of somebody calling your name caught your attention. You looked down to see Izzy and Edward looking up at you.

"I'm fine!" you called down. "Just get below!"

"Fuck no!" Izzy protested immediately, already clambering onto the rigging.

Edward was quick to catch him by the arm and pull him back down onto the deck. "Edward, please!" you turned your attention to your captain, pleading with him to Izzy from helping you. The rigging was weak now, it was a risk to climb it, even more so in this weather. They would have to wait for the storm to completely subside before coming to help you. Until then, you would just have to hold tight.

"I'll be okay!" you promised them, able to see Izzy's scowl even all the way up there.

Edward nodded before ordering everyone down below deck, having to drag Izzy down with him when the first mate put up an admirable fight.

Now, down in the jam room, Izzy was fighting to get back out on the deck. Ivan and Fang were the ones stopping him from leaving, being the only people other than Edward willing to get in Izzy's way when he was raging like that. The first mate was clawing, kicking, and screaming at the larger men. The crew was sure they saw a bit of biting as well.

"I know how to climb rigging in a fucking storm!" Izzy snarled as Ivan pushed him back again. It was a good thing that Edward had taken Izzy's weapons off of him, otherwise the crew were certain that somebody would have been stabbed already.

"Hey, Iz. Relax, man. They know how to handle some rigging," Edward stepped in when he realised that Izzy wasn't going to back down or wear himself out any time soon.

Edward should have known that Izzy wouldn't back down, not when you were in danger. He knew that when Izzy cared about somebody, he did so with his entire being, he didn't do things by halves. He wouldn't rest until he knew that you were safe.

"You saw them! They're caught up in it, could break their fucking arm," Izzy turned to his captain. Of course the crew had seen him talk back to Edward before, that line between Captain and friend blurring, but this felt like something different. Izzy was practically snarling at him. "If the rigging snaps they could fucking die."

"They won't," Edward insisted, sounding certain, knowing Izzy needed that certainty right now.

"You don't fucking know that!" Izzy snapped, his form vibrating with worry and anger.

"Iz. Iz, mate," Edward grabbed him by the shoulders, making him focus on him. Izzy was tense but managing to hold Edward's gaze, to listen. "They're going to be alright. We're through the worst point of the storm, it's going to ease up. They know what they're doing. They're going to be okay," his captain assured him, laying it out for him as plainly as he could, making sure he listened to every word.

"Edward-"

"Izzy. They're going to be fine," Edward promised, not letting his first mate question him, not letting him protest and worry himself further.

Izzy nodded weakly, seeming to accept Edward's words. The captain cautiously released him and Izzy instantly began to pace.

The crew watched Izzy pace, none of them feeling like it was right to attempt to lighten the mood.

"Uh, Ed, should we...do something?" Stede asked quietly, beginning to worry about the pacing and muttering first mate.

"No...no, just let him burn off some energy, yeah?" Edward assured him with a small smile. It was better for Izzy to be pacing than fighting Fang and Ivan again.

Izzy kept on ranting about 'these useless fucking fuckers' and how they should have secured the sail properly. If they had secured it properly in the first place, like he had told them, this wouldn't have happened.

Izzy continued like that as the ship rocked, only able to think about you up in the rigging. Hoping you were still alright. Somewhat even hoping that the rope that you had been caught up in held tight to prevent you from falling.

"Feels like the waters are calming," Edward observed finally, after what felt like an eternity.

"I'm going out there," Izzy announced, heading for the door.

"No you're fucking now," Edward was quick to grab him once again, pulling him back by his side. "Fang, Ivan," he looked to the two men and ordered, "head up top, check the weather."

They both nodded before leaving the jam room and heading up onto the deck. Once again, Izzy was pacing as he waited for their return and their report.

A few minutes later, only Fang returned.

"Looking good boss, clouds are passing over, rain's stopped, not too many damages," Fang reported, purposely not looking towards the first mate.

"Where's Ivan?" Edward questioned.

"He's going up to fix the rigging and help-" Fang didn't even get to finish his explanation, but he wasn't too surprised. It was a small miracle that Izzy hadn't already barged past him.

"I'm fucking going up there," Izzy snapped and stormed out the room, nobody moving to stop him this time.

"Got get them, Iz!" Edward called out supportively, assuming you were mostly alright considering Fang didn't look mournful.

Izzy rushed out onto the deck to see Ivan up in the rigging, already halfway through untangling you from the rigging. He was climbing up to meet you both before he even realised he was crossing the deck, moving more on instinct than anything.

"They're good, boss," Ivan assured him as he climbed up beside you both.

As the crew emerged onto the deck, Izzy was helping you step down onto the deck.

"Roach!" Izzy ordered over harshly, holding you close and letting you lean against his side. Every part of your body ached and you worried that if Izzy took a step away from you, you would just topple over.

"Well, you're alive," Roach observed lightly as he approached you both, you just forced a small laugh even when it made your ribs hurt.

"Tell Izzy that," you tried to joke.

"You've fucked your arm," Izzy told you sternly, as if you couldn't feel the fact that your arm was fucked.

"It will heal," you assured him.

"Help me get them down to the galley," Roach nodded to Izzy.

The two men assisted you across the deck and down to the galley. They helped you up onto a table and Roach sent Izzy to grab some supplies while he gave you a quick check over.

"Might have broke my ribs, just check before Izzy comes back? They might just be bruised, don't want him to worry," you asked.

Roach chuckled slightly, shaking his head at you. Still, he helped you out of your soaked shirt. You were covered in forming bruises and Roach could tell they were going to look nasty tomorrow, and probably feel worse.

You winced and tried not to flinch as Roach checked your ribs. "Bruised but not broken," he concluded.

He was examining your arm when Izzy returned, placing the items down on the table beside you.

"Fucking hell," Izzy cursed, pausing for a moment as he took in all your bruises. "Are they broken?" he asked, gaze focused on the darkening around your ribs.

"Just bruised," you assured him, wincing when Roach moved your arm.

"Definitely dislocated," Roach hummed. "Probably want something to bite down on," he warned, but you didn't like the slightly glint in his eyes when he said it.

Izzy pulled off his leather glove and held it out to you. You frowned, dreading what was going to happen next. Still, you bit down on the leather, letting it muffle your pained scream as Roach popped your shoulder back into place.

"Going to give you a sling, should be able to take it off in about a week, but no using the arm for at least three weeks. No heavy lifting for a month, should probably be fine for the most part then," Roach's advice always sounded more like orders, but you trusted him to know what he was talking about.

"Thanks," you sighed, feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

"I'll give you a salve for the bruises and rope burn," Roach looked over the jars that Izzy had brought over before picking two of them out. "I assume you'll help them apply it, Izzy. Doubt they'll be able to with that arm," he looked to Izzy, holding the jars out to him.

"Yeah, 'course," Izzy took the jars without an argument.

"And make sure they don't strain that arm," Roach ordered.

"Obviously. Don't want them making themselves useless," Izzy agreed, sounding less defensive than he usually might.

"Just don't want them lingering around my galley all the time complaining about a sore arm," Roach shot you a warning look that told you to take care of your arm properly.

"C'mon," Izzy muttered, helping you down from the table. "You need to fucking rest," and you couldn't really argue with that.

"Aw look at that, Izzy fussing over you. Sweet, in a way," Roach teased.

"Fuck off," Izzy mumbled, lacking a real bite, before guiding you out of the galley and to his cabin.

Once inside his cabin, Izzy helped you out of the rest of your soaked clothes and helped you dry off before giving you some clothes to change into. A part of cotton breeches and a shirt, dry and comfortable.

"Izzy," you took hold of his hand, stopping him from leaving the bedside once he had you laying on the cot with the blanket wrapped around you. "I'm okay," you promised him.

"Just get some sleep," he said with a tight smile.

"Get changed out of your wet clothes before you get sick," you ordered, making his smile relax a little.

Doing as you said, Izzy dried off and changed into some dry clothes. By the time he was changed, you were asleep.

He approached quickly, running a hand over your wet hair and kissing your forehead. He had been in a similar situation to you before, plenty of times, so he knew exactly how tired you must have been.

Finally pulling himself away from your side, Izzy left to get something to eat and drink for you when you woke up.

Izzy was filling a tray with a pitcher of water, some bread and hardtack, when Edward walked into the galley. Dressed in the robe that he had claimed for himself, his damp hair tied up to keep it out of the way.

"Hey, Iz. How are they?" he asked carefully.

"Dislocated shoulder, bruised ribs. They'll have nasty bruises tomorrow," Izzy told him, quickly adding an orange to the tray.

"Told you they'd be okay, did I Iz?" Edward grinned, nudging their shoulders together.

"Not in the mood, Ed," Izzy sighed. He knew Ed meant no harm but he didn't need a 'told you so' talk right now.

"Sorry, mate," Edward nodded in understanding. "But they're alright, just relax, man, yeah?"

"Yeah, alright," Izzy nodded, knowing his captain was right. You would be fine, none of your injuries would be permanent as long as you treated that arm right.

Before Izzy could pick up the completed tray, Edward turned him around and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Uh, Ed? What are you doing?" Izzy questions, hands hovering, unsure of what to do.

"I'm hugging you, mate. You were scared, so I'm hugging you," Edward explained, probably rolling his eyes over Izzy's shoulder.

Izzy just nodded before returning the hug. It was nice, he supposed.

"I should be getting back," Izzy murmured as he pulled away from the embrace.

"Yeah, go check on them. Make sure they're resting, yeah?" Edward patted his shoulder, smiling. "Stay with them, okay. Stede and I can tend to the ship. And that's an order, Iz."

For once Izzy didn't argue with being dismissed from work, especially after something like a storm. Instead, he just nodded and took the tray, returning to his cabin.

He quietly closed the door behind him when he saw you were still sleeping, placing the tray down on the desk.

"Iz?" you asked sleepily, making him jump a little.

"Got you some water, you should drink something," Izzy told you, pouring some water from the pitcher into a cup.

You winced as you tried to sit up, causing Izzy to rush to your side to help you. Once he had you propped up against the pillow, he handed you the cup. You drank the whole thing, thirstier than you even realised.

"Got you some food too but you can sleep first if you're tired," Izzy offered. You didn't think you could stomach much food at the moment but you could feel the call of sleep returning already.

"You should sleep too, Iz. You look tired," you told him, knowing he would worry himself sick over you rather than rest himself.

Izzy was about to protest but then remembered that Edward did order him to stay with you, assured him that they had everything handled. So...why not?

"Yeah, okay," Izzy agreed.

You shuffled over on the cot, wincing a little as you did so, and Izzy lay down with you, being mindful of your bad arm. As soon as Izzy had his head on the pillow and the blanket over his body, he felt tiredness hit him, finally able to catch up with him.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

I had the dumbest fucking idea and it's making me laugh so I needed to share it:

Janus hitting his head and then just lying there like "I'm a snake. I don't have arms or legs"

Jfnfnfbrj

The physicality of Sides was a weird thing to be sure, Remus noted. For the most part injuries occurring in the Mind Palace were easy for everyone to dismiss with the exception of himself and Roman, or occasionally if Thomas was hurt, Logan would also bear that injury until Thomas was healed.

He and Roman had had plenty of minor injuries over the years from rough housing around and play fighting, but nothing too sever. Well. There was that one time, not too long ago that Remus had burned his hands pretty badly... But that was different.

There were plenty of times he and Roman had also been injured within the bounds of the Imagination itself. In fact several of the daggers in Remus's desk drawer had come from being stabbed. Thankfully Roman had created a magic potion for those things. Well. Mostly anyway. With fewer complications than for them to heal on their own anyway.

Remus shook his head. The point was Sides were complicated in their physicality and their relationship to injury. Janus even more so. He had four whole arms that he kept folded up in some other dimension or other under his caplet and literally would go into shed with Thomas's self growth, even down to losing an eyecap scale despite having an actual eyelid.

Whatever level of Weird the Sides functioned on, Janus topped it by at least three degrees. But only three because Remus had been informed he had, in fact, had some Weird occurances with being injured.

Which was why Remus was fairly certain, despite no evidence of it being possible before, that Janus had a concussion.

Remus had burst into Janus's room after a loud crashing noise disrupted his charcoal art session and had found Janus lying flat on his stomach on the floor, a brach from his basking tree lying nearby.

Which had all led the Duke to this particular moment of his life, staring at the wall trying to process what his friend, whom he has always considered to be very smart and clever, had just told him.

"I- Okay." Remus shook his head and glanced back down at Janus who had not moved a single inch. "Say that again?"

"I can't get up. I'm a snake, Remus, I haven't got any arms or legs."

The Duke nodded. "Mhm. Okay. That- I did hear you right. Okay. Um. Jan, last time I counted you have six arms and two legs."

"I'm not a spider!" Janus objected indignantly, raising his head to glare at Remus. "I'm snake."

Remus sat on his heels in front of Janus and gently cupped Janus's face in his hands. There was a deep purple bruise over Janus's left brow, giving his scale a sickly color. "Janus, what you are is an idiot. C'mon, Snakeboi, let's get you to bed."

Remus gently pushed Janus up onto his knees and peeled him off the floor before depositing Janus into bed and tucking him in.

Janus curled in the fetal position under the warmth of his heated blanket. He hissed when something cold touched his face.

"Don't hiss at me, you goon!" Remus scolded. "Hold still you have a bruise. This is gonna help you feel better."

Janus scowled but let Remus gently hold the soft ice pack to his throbbing temple.

"Relax, Jan," Remus advised. He rubbed up and down Janus's spine, trying to get Janus to do just that. "You'll remember about your limbs eventually and then you'll feel really stupid."

"I'm not a spider," Janua said again, more plaintively this time. "I'm not."

"No, you're not a spider," Remus assured. "You're just a little concussed. I'll take care of you, Jan, don't worry. And after you're all better, I'll help you build a stronger tree to hang out in. How's that sound?"

"Mangrove snakes are arboreal," Janus answered.

"I know, Jan-Jan. I'll make you a new tree, I promise. I'll even put a hammock up there for you, how's that sound?"

"I like that idea."

Remus snickered and kissed Janus's bruise face. "Get some rest, Jan"

[lostusagis]

@sakura-mayoi asked:

The movement of the bed from his side led to her stirring awake, and in her weary state, she'd turn around and witness Kamui almost hyperventilating in his sleep. Tears stained his cheeks, and his breaths were unusually heavy, which led her to quickly wrap her arms around him and pull him close to her.

Despite his current state, it looked like he was still asleep and mumbling incoherently through choked sobs, which led her to ease closer to him. His entire form was trembling, and some of his murmurings almost sounded like he was apologizing profusely, followed by the word "mom," but then it was entirely intelligible.

There was a sudden pang of pain that ran throughout her chest, and she nestled her face in his hair before quietly stroking his upper back with one hand. The other hand carefully threaded through his hair while she pondered what exactly happened between him and his mother to lead to his constant apologies. She would notice the way his face contorted into that of subtle sadness as he tried to keep a smile curved on his lips when around a certain flower or the way his fists would clench when seeing happy families around them.

But, she… She didn't ask. Kasumi didn't want to pry into what she felt he very much didn't feel open, let alone ready to share. All despite wanting to know all she could about him. Despite it being apparent that he was still asleep, she would quietly assure, "It's okay… I'm right here… I'm not going to ever go anywhere." In a way, she sort of connected the dots.

The way he'd worry about her when she got injured to a certain extent, or when she was more than sick with just a cold. Kasumi couldn't help but wonder if he had a history of losing someone to either cases. But again, she didn't ask. He was the type to open up on his own with someone whom he trusted enough. She found herself nestling her body against his own with his face lightly buried in the crook of her neck. It seemed like he was… Calmer, but… He was still quietly sobbing and potentially still asleep, locked in a nightmare that was provoking this reaction.

Whether he heard it or not, she verbally reassured him, "I won't ever leave… I truly promise that… You don't have to deal with this on your own." As for that last part, she was very much one to talk, being the type to take on whatever her own situation was on her own. That trait of hers did help make it easier to understand him, despite not entirely knowing what he went through. At least, not in detail.

//…I'm sorry :'D

It was happening again.

Kamui having nightmares about the events involving his mother's death definitely wasn't anything knew. He hated experiencing them, because they ended up being dreams he'd remember in the morning.

This one was especially bad.

Remembering how weak and pathetic of a child he was. Unable to do anything. Beaten nearly to death after tearing off his father's arm. All of it comes back to constantly haunt him. Remind him how he failed.

Failed to save her, failed to get rid of the obstacle standing in his way...

His sleeping form would only continuously toss and turn with such discomfort. Restless and struggling to breathe in a panic, as the tears constantly fell down his face. A sight he'd hate anyone seeing had he been awake. A sight he knew that would make him look as pathetic as he was back then.

''Mom.... mom....'' He'd call out for her like a frightened young child, voice cracking as he'd sniffle and sob. Kamui would tightly clutch his blanket in his fist, as it'd tremble. ''I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't help you.....'' His voice were like frightened mumbling noises, craving the warm embrace of his mother again. But knowing even subconsciously that he'd never get that.

Kamui missed her so much. So... so... much.

Kasumi would attempt to comfort him, and it'd take a moment to actually do anything. The feeling of her hand threading through his auburn hair had began to help ease his panic some, he always did enjoy whenever she'd touch his hair in gentle ways. But his sniffles would continue, but eventually he had awakened with a panicked gasp. Realizing what had occurred, a million self deprecating things would go through his mind. His form would only tremble more, as he'd have his arms wrapped around her tightly. Her warmth during their hugs had become so comforting for him.

There really wasn't much to say to her, Kasumi's actions spoke pretty loudly. Kamui didn't want to let go of her any time soon, feeling maybe being like this could help him sleep easier.

He just hoped that he didn't one day lose her too.

[teyvatdreams]

If it wouldn't be too much of a bother, can we have some angst with Zhongli, Childe, Kaeya, and Diluc (separately), where the reader gets so beaten up in a battle to where they were fatally wounded? Whether they get out alive or not can be up to you!! (I'm weirdly a sucker for angst hehebhrh)

them when you get severely injured

includes: zhongli, kaeya, childe, and diluc

a/n: i kinda turned this into a Them Thinking You’re Fatally Injured But You Actually Survive prompt so i hope u don’t mind anon ;;

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries

zhongli

after zhongli found you severely injured, you were in his arms in no time. he ran as fast as he could, holding on to you as tight as he could. your eyes eventually fluttered shut — you were too weak and in too much pain to tell him that it hurt to be in his arms.

your head was spinning. you could hear voices surrounding you, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. your eyelids were too heavy to open as well. and as you drifted off, you were struck with fear for just a moment: scared that you would never open your eyes again.

but you did.

a few days later, your eyes finally opened again. zhongli stayed by your side every second he could. he was often sent home by baizhu or childe whenever he visited.

“zhongli?”

the sound of your hoarse voice pulls zhongli out of his thoughts. “you’re awake,” he comes closer, kneeling next to the bed you were in and stroking your hair. “you’re awake.” he repeats, as if it finally sunk in.

“how long have i been out?” you ask, a weak smile creeping into your face. you instantly felt comforted in zhongli’s presence.

“only a few days. but you’ll have to stay here a bit longer as you heal… do you even remember what happened?” he asks.

you sigh. “yes. but barely… almost as if i was having an out of body experience, watching it from afar…” you explain. “all i can remember is the pain.”

zhongli sighs, and squeezes his eyes shut as if he was the one in pain. “i’m so sorry, my love. i can’t begin to wonder what would’ve happened if i hadn’t found you.” he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“don’t think about that,” you say softly. “you did. and i’m okay.”

he leans in and kisses your forehead. “you’re okay.”

kaeya

you and kaeya had gone adventuring when you had a run in with some monsters after splitting up. usually they were no problem, but somehow you had managed to run into a larger group of them than you had ever gone up against. you were completely overpowered, eventually having to take a run for it before collapsing to the ground. you had escaped the monsters, but you were badly injured.

you had no idea where kaeya had gone. you had no idea where he was, especially since you had run so far from the monsters. he was the only one who knew you were out in the wilderness.

kaeya wasn’t nervous when he couldn’t find you. he knew you were a skilled adventurer. it wasn’t until he found the blood stained grass that he got a pit in his stomach. he was running around the area screaming your name, desperately trying to find you.

and when he did, he was terrified. you were sitting against a wall, covered in blood. he didn’t even know if you were still alive. he panicked and grabbed onto your shoulders, shaking you. you were still passed out, but kaeya knew you were still alive from the small groan you let out when he grabbed you.

he carried you all the way back to mondstadt, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins. you couldn’t die, not like this.

you finally awoke a few hours later, and pain instantly flooded into every part of your body. your pressed a hand against your forehead, trying to soothe the horrible ache in your head.

“(y/n)?”

you turn your head to see kaeya walking to the bed you were laid in. “kaeya,” you breathe, happy to see a familiar face. “what happened?”

“you were attacked… i think. and you were hurt very badly, but i’m sure you can feel that.” he sighs, chuckling. “but barbara patched you all up.”

you try to laugh, but the pain in your ribs stops you. “ah… it hurts.”

“i know,” he whispers. he strokes your arm. “just go back to sleep, okay? i’ll be here when you wake up.”

childe

childe looked in horror at the deep gash on your body, his entire body trembling. he had only looked away for a moment. why did they attack you? why did they want to hurt you?

he defeats the remaining treasure hoarders in a few slashes before helping you stand up, warm blood instantly staining his grey clothing. “come on, (y/n), you can do it.”

“childe,” you say softly, barely able to stand on your own two legs. “childe, it hurts,” you sob. you try to keep your eyes on the ground ahead of you — looking at your wound would only intensify your panic.

“i know it does, i’m sorry,” his voice trembles as he stops to pick you up, slinging you over your shoulder. you let him. you were so dizzy.

you lose consciousness at some point. you woke up later, bandaged up. but the pain was still strong, and you groan in pain moments after opening your eyes. you squeeze them shut again, trying to steady your breathing.

when you open them, childe is by your side, gently grabbing onto your hand. “hey, hey, breathe…” he says softly.

the softness of his voice and gaze was something you had never seen. but it made you feel safe.

“i’ll go get some more medicine for you… it should help with the pain. just rest up,” he tells you. he stands up to leave when you grab onto his arm.

“when you get back… please don’t leave my side…” you whisper.

he gives you a small smile, nodding. “i won’t. i promise i won’t.”

diluc

usually, diluc did his business with the abyss order by himself. he only let you tag along if he was 100% sure you’d both be safe, but for somehow, you had convinced him to let you join him on what he thought would be a more dangerous mission.

and as he sprinted out of the abyss stronghold he had been informed of with you in his arms, he regretted being so easily persuaded by you.

it only took a second for you to get hurt. he didn’t know how badly you were injured, but he could feel his sleeves getting soaked in blood. all he knew is that he had to get you out of there. the mission didn’t matter anymore.

once he felt like he had gotten a safe distance away, he set you down. you had gone completely limp, and diluc felt panic rising in his chest. you had gotten wounded on your back. luckily, the bleeding had slowed, but it still needed attention.

“god,” diluc mumbles, picking you up again. “i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, my angel.” he holds onto you tightly and starts walking, praying that you’d make it back alive. all he could do was look after the bleeding and try to keep your wound clean.

for the first time in a long time, diluc is scared. he’s absolutely terrified. a tear escapes his eye. he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your thumb wipe it away.

“(y/n)?” he can barely keep a good grip on you, but he keeps walking forward.

you give him a weak smile. “don’t cry, diluc. it’s just a little scratch, right?” you grunt in pain.

“don’t move. i’m gonna get you back to mondstadt as fast as i can.”

[quirkless-accident]

Danny adopted by Nedzu!

I love this so much? Am I about to make another full length fic? Stay tuned to find out

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Nezu hadn't expected much to come out of a day like this. It was pouring outside, flooding the walkways and parts of Grounds Beta and Omega. And because of the nature of Ground Gamma, it was best to just keep Foundational Heroics inside today.

Which meant that he was able to step outside and replenish his tea.

He sent an email to the staff before grabbing his umbrella and heading out.

Nezu quite liked rain. The smell, the sound, and even the squishy feeling he got in his shoes from walking through puddles. It was quite calming, and it gave him something to focus on other than the abrasive sounds of the city. Sometimes, with his animalistic hearing, it was a bit overwhelming, even for him.

Still, though, the heavy pitter-pater of the rain didn't stop him from hearing the whimpers from an alley he was passing as he walked back to U.A.

Without hesitation, he stepped over a few piles of garbage, his nose scrunching in disgust. The garbage smelled, sure, but there was something else. Something...Dead, like a corpse. But, no, that couldn't be, could it? He could still hear its heartbeat.

Nezu made his way to the end of the alley and turned the corner where it extended to a dead end. In the corner, curled in on himself, was a young teenager. Thirteen at the very most, possibly younger. Judging from how small and thin the boy was, it was hard to tell.

"Well, hello, there," Nezu said. A head of white hair whipped up, and the principal was met with startling green eyes that gave off a slight glow. There was a speck of that same green on his cheek, and through the boy's legs he could see splotches of it on his torso.

"Who-who are you?" He asked. He was absolutely terrified. Understandable. Those who did not know of the infamous principal of U.A. were always in for a rude awakening.

"Am I a bear? A rat? A dog? Who knows! I am the principal of U.A. My name is Nezu. What's your name?"

The boy eyed him warily, but the tension in his shoulders did dissipate every so slightly. "I'm Danny," he said. "Danny Fenton."

"Do you need assistance, Mr. Fenton?" Nezu asked him. He was soaked to the bone and obviously injured. Though it was a bit chilly from the rain, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. The boy's guard was up, as the tension was back. "I promise you will be in good hands. No harm will come to you."

"Do...Do you promise?" Danny asked. His voice was quiet, and small. He looked absolutely miserable.

"Absolutely," Nezu gave a curt nod and held out a paw. Danny reached out slowly, as if Nezu were one for tricks. But when he didn't make any negative motion towards the boy, Danny grasped his paw firmly, and with much more strength than it looks like he had. Nezu stepped back and pulled, helping the boy to his feet.

He was lanky and skinny in an unhealthy way. His clothes hung off of him in tatters, and the green that was on the boy's face was all over his torso, covering a good majority. No doubt this was the substance responsible for that horrid dead smell.

"I-" Danny started, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Can we...Can we not go to a hospital? I-they're not safe. Not for me."

"Well, of course!" Nezu said cheerfully, keeping the new information Danny gave him locked away in his head. Maybe he could find out what actually happened. "U.A. has it's very own Recovery Girl on standby at all times! She can patch up any wounds that you may have. Does that sound okay?"

Danny looked more than a little taken aback by his question. It was another thing Nezu filed away. Consent was important in any relationship, and the boy's surprise at being offered that was not a good sign.

Danny gave him a nod, and offered to hold the umbrella since he was taller. Though it made no difference to Nezu, he happily obliged.

From what little information he has on the boy, it's not hard to deduce that he hasn't had much freedom to do what he wants. So if he wants to hold Nezu's umbrella, well, there's really no harm in that.

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"What is it?" Recovery Girl asked. It was just her, Nezu, and Danny, tucked away in the office. The heater was on, and Danny was dressed in an extra set of U.A. gym clothes, though his shirt had been folded and put to the side.

Danny's torso was covered in a range of scars, from burns to cuts and slashes, to even surgical. The most prominent one being the giant autopsy scar that split his torso down the middle. However, there was an odd device embedded in the boy's chest, right above his heart. It was small, and circular with a faint, green glow.

"It's like," Danny waved his hand, a frown creasing his features. "It's like a quirk suppressant. It's preventing me from changing back."

"Back?" Recovery Girl asked before Nezu could. Danny nodded.

"Yeah, a magical girl transformation is a part of my quirk. It's preventing me from using any of my powers, and from changing back to normal."

"Powers?" Nezu questioned. "As in, multiple quirks? Does that also explain why you bleed green?"

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Nezu was not surprised by many things, but the truth behind Danny's quirk definitely did do the trick. He had Power Loader come in and take a look since it was similar to the quirk suppressant technology, and with no questions asked, the support teacher managed to get it out of the boy. And just as promised, there was indeed a magical girl transformation, turning white hair to black, and unearthly green eyes to an icy, intense blue. He looked more exhausted than ever.

The boy had quickly fallen asleep after he was fully dressed and kissed by Recovery Girl.

He hadn't mentioned much about what had happened. Just that he didn't have anywhere to go, and really, that was no good. Though, it wasn't surprising considering what had happened to his parents.

Fenton. He knew the name had sounded familiar, though he hadn't been able to place it until he looked over the articles about the infamous ghost hunting duo. There was some kind of explosion at their home, and the only survivor was apparently Danny. The Guys in White, also experts in the supernatural, had moved in quickly to clean the place of "supernatural filth."

Nezu has a strong hunch that they weren't just referring to the rubble and debris.

It didn't take a genius like Nezu to figure out what happened next.

Nezu was many things, but an angry man was not one of them. Not in the slightest. Cutthroat and merciless, sure, but since his escape from the humans, anger is rarely an emotion that he experiences it.

However, right now? Right now, he's blinded by it.

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"You want to...Adopt me?"

"Well, it only makes sense. You don't have a place to stay, and foster care is much too unpredictable, especially with a powerful quirk like yours. Under my care and the care of the staff you will be perfectly safe." Danny was looking at him with big, doe eyes. Nezu was going to burn the Guys in White to the ground. "When we first met, I promised that no harm would come to you. Do you still trust me?"

Danny looked between Nezu and his hands, slowly opening and closing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deep in thought for a moment, before opening them and meeting Nezu's gaze with a fire he hadn't seen the boy exhibit thus far. It made Nezu grin, sharp and prideful.

And when Danny said, "I do," it was filled with a righteous determination that even the best heroes did not have.

Nezu was a great many things. A rat, bear, dog mixture. He was the principal of the most exquisite hero school in the nation. And now he was a parent.

A parent who was about to go to war with the people who tore his kid up.

He was going to tear them limb from limb while they begged for mercy.

Unlucky for them, though, mercy was not something Nezu was going to give them.

[littleoddwriter]

Hi hi! <3 Could I request a fic with Otto where he is comforting reader who has an arm/hand injury? (He takes care of him, helps him with the bandages and oiintments, does things for him and lays beside him in bed etc., trans male reader, and yes this is because I have an injury fjkn)

Support | Dr. Otto Octavius/Dr. Octopus x Trans!Male!Reader

Hi there! <3 Of course! Sorry it took me a bit. I hope you like it and I hope your injury is getting better! <3 <3 <3

summary; See above, basically.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Hurt/Comfort; Injury; Taking Care of Someone; Fluff.

After tripping over your own feet and falling onto your hands and knees, you fractured your wrist. It was almost a stupid accident; although Otto assured you that this could have happened to anyone, himself included. And perhaps he was right.

It annoyed you to be unable to do a lot of things on your own, though; especially because it was your dominant hand that got injured. But alas, you couldn't use your hand at all, now that it was all bandaged up and stiff.

That was when it was Otto's time to shine. Ever the attentive and supportive partner that he was.

Of course with you being handicapped for the time being, he was ready to take helping you upon himself. He went to each doctor's appointment with you and asked for extra information on taking care of you properly. And then he went to buy everything you needed, including some pain medication because you kept complaining that it hurt like a bitch.

He was a dream come true, really. And exactly what/who you needed in this trying time.

"It's time to change your bandages again, my dear boy," Otto's voice ripped you out of your thoughts, as he came into the living room where you sat on the couch, staring at the television.

"Already?" you inquired, slightly annoyed and surprised. It felt like you've just done that.

"Mhm, it's been almost twenty-four hours," he told you gently, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. "Come on."

In the bathroom, you sighed and sat down on the closed toilet seat.

It was a quick ordeal by now, at least. Otto was so used to the motions of exchanging the bandages, after applying a new layer of ointment on your skin to help the healing process, now. Once he was done, he pressed a soft, feathery kiss to your newly bandaged hand. You couldn't suppress a smile then.

"Thank you."

Afterwards he made dinner for you both, cutting up everything that needed to be cut into bite-sized pieces for you when he was plating it so you could dig in without having to worry about that. He did that before you injured your hand already because he loved taking care of you in the smallest ways; although now it was a bit of a different story, of course. It never failed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Later, you wanted to take a short nap. Ever since that accident you've been increasingly more tired. Perhaps it was the medication or the stress of having to be careful, while still being in mild pain all the time, or perhaps it was something different entirely. All you knew was that you would not make it through the rest of the day if you didn't nap at least once.

Taking Otto by his hand, you led him to the bedroom to lie down on your shared bed, then. Spooning you from behind, Otto stroked his hand over your stomach lovingly.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a short while that you tried to drift off, but simply wouldn't, which made you fidget a little.

"Hm, I'm tired and can't sleep. So, not really."

"What's on your mind?" he prodded gently, kissing your neck ever so softly.

"Nothing," you lied. Perhaps you were thinking about how it happened again. You felt really ashamed and embarrassed of it. Who trips over their own feet and injures themselves this badly, after all?

"No, I think I know exactly what you're thinking about, sweetheart," Otto murmured, "I promise you, you're not the only one this has happened to. People are injured in many different ways all the time. Falling and fracturing your wrist is quite common, actually. The doctor said that, too. Remember?"

Defeated, you sighed, "Yeah, I remember. Still, I just feel stupid for it."

"You're a lot of things, but stupid certainly isn't one of them, my dear boy. You are handsome. Strong. Brave. Different. Kind. Passionate. Smart. An amazing person to be around. Shall I go on?" You could hear the smile in Otto's voice.

Feeling your face heat up, you shook your head, "Thank you. For everything. Not just this, but also the way you've been helping me."

"Nothing to thank me for," Otto said, kissing the back of your neck, "I enjoy taking care of you; although I wish you weren't hurt, of course."

"Well, don't let me stop you if you wanna keep it up once it has healed," you grinned, craning your neck as you turned your head to capture Otto's lips in a small, short kiss.

Putting your head back on the pillow, you closed your eyes with a content smile before drifting off to sleep at last in the safety of your love's arms.

[arisuinhell]

Hi! Can I request one for Karube? Like his s/o crying after he came back from the game injured and she was scared of losing him? Then, maybe during the 7 of hearts game, they decided to be together until the very end, letting Arisu live on?

Thank you for requesting this! I'm sorry it took me a while. Karube is my favourite character so gold star for you 🌟~ It is quite dialogue heavy and idk, I hope it's easy to follow.👏 Enjoy the heartbreak I guess. Warnings: Swearing, death (but you know that..) - It had been a couple of hours since your boyfriend Karube had left you and your friends in the department store. You weren't usually one for worrying but the past few days had taken its toll on you and there wasn't a single positive thought crossing your mind as you sat looking out a window onto the abandoned Tokyo. "Where did you say he was going again?" You turned to look at your friend Arisu who was on a nearby couch playing chess against himself. "Not sure, he just said he needed to get something." "..it's getting dark, do you think he's okay?" Arisu looked up at you and nodded. "He'll be fine, don't worry." It was hard to believe him when the last time Karube had left you, he had come back having had a run in with a machete. Sure he was still smiling and cracking jokes like always and telling you he was okay, but that didn't help. Even having seen two people die and Chota get injured, the reality of the situation hadn't sunk in until the previous night. You never considered the possibility that you could actually lose him. Karube was one of those people that seemed invincible, but he wasn't and that scared you. Losing him was worse than the very real threat of your own death that hung over your head. He was, apart from your friends, all you had. You'd only been in the Borderlands a couple of days and your usual strong demeanor and already been reduced to this, an anxious, scared mess. "Jesus Arisu, I leave her with you for a few hours.." You turned around to see Karube walking up behind Arisu and playfully hitting him in the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The younger of the two asked. "Making my girlfriend cry." He smirked, winking at you as you laughed and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, happy to see him back. Arisu looked apologetically at you whilst Karube came and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head. "It's because he's ugly isn't it? I cry about it sometimes too." "I don't need to take this crap." Laughed Arisu. "I'm going to talk to Chota." "Good luck with that, he's a little occupied with Shibuki." It was strange how quickly your mood changed. Karube had that effect on you from the first day you met, always able to make everything better just by being around. "Why were you crying?" Karube asked once Arisu had walked out of earshot. "It's not like you." You thought about lying and telling him it was nothing, but past experiences told you that wouldn't work. As stupid as you felt to say it out loud, you went for the truth. "I don't want you die." "I mean.. I wasn't planning on it for a while." "I'm being serious." You said. "You got hurt last night and that was you being lucky. It could have been way worse." He let go of you, turning your head to face him. "We've been through this, I'm fine." "You aren't listening to me, Karube. You weren't last night either. You're injured, that isn't fine. That game wasn't a one off. I don't know how many more we'll have to play and I can't deal with the fact that one of them might end up with you worse off or.. I-I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." "It won't." "You don't know that." Karube sighed. "Look.. I don't know what's going to happen, I just know I'm not planning on leaving you. I promise I will do everything I can to make sure we leave this place together and in one piece." It wasn't like you didn't believe him but something in the back of your head told you that it might not be a promise he could easily keep. "Hey." He said, nudging you. "Stop worrying, okay?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he kissed you. "I love you." "I love you too." You smiled. They were the truest three words you ever spoke because despite the hell you were in, in that very moment you were with him, and that's all

that mattered. Arisu reappeared, Chota and Shibuki not far behind him. "Uhm guys, we should probably get ready to leave. There's already some venues lighting up." "Okay, be there in a minute." You replied. "Are you sure you still want to play? You can sit it out if you want, I'll be fine with Arisu." "Nah, I don't trust him to look after you." Karube stood up and held his hand out for you. "He's a little shrimp." "I can hear you y'know." Arisu called out. "You ready?"

- You weren't. No part of you was ready for this. The feeling of knowing you might die was entirely different to the one you were experiencing now, accepting the fact that you would. Not that Karube was having any of it, you'd already had to drag him away from Shibuki before he did any damage to her, and now the two of you were standing by a fountain listening to Arisu and Chota arguing through your headsets. "Stop it Arisu, you've already said it, only one of us can get out." Chota snapped. "Only if we can't work something out! We can beat this!" "How?" Chota asked. "..I don't know yet. Please, just come and meet me. Karube? You'll come right?" You looked over at your boyfriend who was staring at the large knife he had in his hands, the one he very nearly sunk into Shibuki. "Sure." He replied, his voice very much betraying his body language. "Where are you?" "The exhibition near the entrance." "Okay, I'm on my way." "Stay here." Karube said to you as he headed off in Arisu's direction. You knew what he was planning. He was desperate and he was never been one for making the best decisions in that mindset. "Don't." Your voice was just loud enough for him to hear. "Don't do it. Don't hurt him." "I have to." He replied, equally as quiet. "It's the only way I can get you out of here." "And what about you?" "I'll worry about me once I know you're safe." "No." "Don't be stupid." "I'm not being stupid." You reach out and grab his arm as he started walking again, gently pulling him back towards you. "You heard them say it, realistically, only one of us can get out of here and if I can't leave with you.. I'm not leaving at all, so just stop it okay?" He looked at you, almost irritated. "You want me to just stand here, not do anything? I can't do that." "I don't want you to kill our friend." "Then you'll die. Is that what you want?" Was it? The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to run, to fight, to make it out. "No." You started. "I don't want to die but.. I love you. I don't want to live my life if you're not in it either, so please just stop. I don't want to spend the last five minutes I have like this. Karube, please.." The two of you stood in silence as Karube thought it over. It was clear he wasn't happy about the idea, why would he be? He was always the one to solve problems, protect you, and now you were asking him to do the opposite and accept defeat. "You really want this?" He asked. "I just want you. Please." You begged, your voice now barely above a whisper. Sighing, he nodded his head and gave you a small smile before placing the knife on the edge of the fountain. "Karube?" Arisu's voice reappeared in your ears. "Are you coming?" Karube came back over to you and scooped you up in his arms like it was effortless. You really wished this wouldn't be the last time. "No, I'm not coming. You win Arisu." He said as he carried you further into the gardens. Shit. This was really happening. "What? What do you mean? Chota, tell him." There was a pause. "..he's right." Oh God.. He was going to do it too? You hoped like hell he wasn't alone or atleast had time to find Shibuki. "Congratulations I guess." Chota laughed. "You deserve it." "Wait! You're all giving up?" It was obvious that Arisu was desperate, you could hear it in his voice and you felt terrible because you knew he would carry this with him. You opened your mouth and started to reply, to tell him everything would be okay but Karube shook his head so you stopped. It would only make this harder. He'd walked you both over to a section of the gardens by a small bridge. When you first arrived at the venue he told you they'd visited before on a field trip and the day ended with the three boys having a water fight in the shallow stream and despite the fact they had a months worth of detentions for it, it was one of his favourite memories. How, even now, despite the.. two minutes? Shit.. he still wanted to share his past with you? Well, it wasn't like you could share your future together anymore.. Fuck. You were about to die.

You were about to be robbed of everything. Karube had sat down on the floor, he still held you but you were on his lap, your head nuzzled in his neck. This wasn't going to happen again. Ever. You could hear Arisu shouting, no doubt running around trying to find you all. It was hard to hear him through the screams in your own head but Karube's voice cut through it. "Hey." He muttered, keeping his voice low. You looked up at him, he had a little smirk on his face and a spark in his eyes. You'd miss his face. He was so fucking beautiful. Shit. Your brain was a mess. You wanted to cry and scream and do anything to change this but.. he nudged his head so that you looked by your side, at his hand holding a small black box with- Oh, well now your heart was racing for a whole different reason. You leant backwards so you could look at him properly. "What? Are you serious?" He nodded once, grinning. "Of course." You didn't need to say anything. You could read each other like a book, some battered old novel that you could read again and again every day of you life because you loved it so much. He flung the box away, holding out the ring for you. "..this wasn't quite what I had planned for a proposal if I'm honest." He whispered. "I'd like to think it would have been a little more optimistic." In any other situation you would have held back your tears, but fuck it. You'd be dead in a minute, it didn't matter. The tears fell down your face as you started laughing. "At least it's memorable." You put the ring on your finger, a perfect fit, like it would have been anything less. Arisu's shouting finally caught up to you and started getting closer. "Guys.. Please. Don't leave me." He was close. No no no. Sorry Arisu. You have to win this. You went to turn your head towards him on instinct but Karube's hand shot to the side of your face to stop you looking at him. Sure there was a ring on your finger but that right there showed how much he cared. You could have just become the wolf. Been the winner. He'd be happy knowing you were alive because that's what he want but he was doing what you wanted and letting it end this way even though you were well aware it was against every part of his being. Why was he so perfect? Why the fuck was this place so cruel? 20 seconds remaining "Hey, Arisu." Karube said, eyes still fixed on you. "I told you she'd say yes." He held up your arm in Arisu's general direction and you wiggled your fingers to show off the ring. You never heard what Arisu said after that, it's like the world around you got turned down, put on mute. All that existed was you and Karube. "Just you and me forever." He smiled, kissing you gently on the lips. "I love you." "I love you too." You smiled back and kissed Karube like your life depended on it, because you supposed in some way, it did. If this was how you were going to go, then so b-