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Obey Me: I've Got You [Demon Brothers]

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🕷 paring: demon brothers x gn!reader 18+ ONLY

🕷 summary: Bashful m/c clings to her demon when a stranger makes her uncomfortable.

🕷 wc: 4.1k

🕷 warnings: harassment, pet names, threats of bodily harm/murder, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching), oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, shared bath, dry humping, choking, I think that's it?

🕷 date: July 6, 2024

Lucifer

Lucifer kept a close eye on you whenever possible. He knew you could take care of yourself but when his brothers were involved, it led to mayhem with you caught in the middle. 

Some days, Lucifer would finish his work early to roam the halls of RAD in hopes of catching you or any of his mischievous brothers running amok. 

He finds the silence in the halls eerie. He wonders if he’s missed the last bell but his watch says there’s still a few seconds left before it rings. Lucifer doesn’t worry, he knows sometimes classes run a bit late but it is unusual for you not to be the first one out of class, usually with one of his younger brothers on your heels. 

So when the bell rings and the halls clear, he’s surprised he hasn’t spotted you. Immediately Lucifer is concerned, had something happened to you? Were you in need of aid?

Lucifer rounds the corner, determined to find you. He freezes when he spots you clutching your books to your chest. The demon in front of you has no spacial awareness, he is too close to you. His gaze is anything but friendly, unwelcomed as you look at the floor instead. 

Lucifer walks gracefully toward you, confidence blooming from his very core as he easily wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Hello, darling. I have plans for us this evening,” he informs you sweetly, kissing the top of your head before his gaze darkens as he meets the gaze of the demon in front of you. 

“I’d excuse us properly but you were making them uncomfortable, so I’ll leave you with this, cast your eyes on them one more time and it’ll be your innards decorating these halls instead of the trophies. Good day.”

Lucifer steers you down the hall as you cling to him, softly thanking him.

Lucifer nods as he leads you to an empty classroom, shutting the door to give you two privacy. His hands gently cup your face, but with a blink or two, you appear in his bedroom. 

Silence welcomes you in your safe space. Your heart rate no longer thunders and your adrenaline soon will disappear now that you’re in the safety of Lucifer and his bedroom. 

“You’re always there to save me,” you whisper as you lean into his touch. 

“I’ve got you, darling. I always will,” Lucifer swears as he holds your gaze a moment longer. 

Your hands reach for him, your lips meeting his before you lay on his bed with him on top. His touch is gentle but firm. You love when his hands grab your hips, a smirk on his lips when you whine softly but soon beg for him to squeeze you harder.

“So lovely,” he whispers as he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck, you sweet whimpers music to his ears as his teeth scrape against your heated skin. You melt so easliy for him, so needy for his touch at every turn.

Lucifer knows you’re more important than whatever washed up demon in the hall with you. He knows your kisses are a distraction for him, because it would take so little for him to bring the building down if he so wished. Barbatos and Diavolo’s wrath be damned.

Hells, he’s sure the two would aid him in destroying RAD if they knew of the demon making you uncomfortable. After all, wasn’t the goal to bring harmony to the three worlds?

Your lips cover every inch of Lucifer’s body while he’s lost in thought. You’d managed to get him on his back, a rare occurrence.

However, it takes one swift movement for your back to meet the mattress and your head to hit the pillow. You giggle, eyes locked on his until he’s kissing you once more.

It’s not much later that you’re moaning his name, nails dragging down his muscular back as he fucks you slowly, moaning your name when you tighten around him. 

Mammon

“How fast can it go?” Mammon asks the salesman as he opens the driver’s door to the car he was looking at. 

The salesman answers Mammon as he allows him to get in the seat. 

While Mammon is in the car, the salesman continues his pitch all while eyeing you up and down with a hungry gaze. You shift uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze as Mammon shuts the driver’s door. 

Mammon sees your uncomfortable reflection in the side mirror and immediately gets out of the car, smacking the demon with the door. 

“We won’t be doing business with you,” Mammon states as he drapes his arm over your shoulders to lead you away from the baffled salesman. He was lucky Mammon didn’t shove him face-first through the windshield for making you uncomfortable. 

The drive back to HoL is tense. Mammon keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives with his jaw clenched. He’s beating himself up for not noticing sooner. Had that demon been making you uncomfortable the whole time? Has Mammon let you down? He was your first, he was supposed to be looking out for you at all times and he had failed you.

Mammon is quick to lead you to his bedroom, bypassing Asmo when you walk through the front door. 

“Not now, Asmo,” he muttered as the two of you walked by. 

Asmo would have normally protested but the scowl on his older brother’s face had him sidestepping the both of you. 

The moment Mammon shuts his bedroom door, he’s taking your hands in his as he leads you to the couch. 

“I’m sorry, Treasure. I should have noticed sooner. I was so focused on getting a new car, that I didn’t notice how that filth was looking at you.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper as you meet Mammon’s gaze. You climb into his lap and cling to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Did he hurt you?” Mammon asks, trying to control his temper. 

“No, he just stared at me,” you answer honestly. “I didn’t like it.”

Mammon nods stiffly, his fingers tapping your thigh as he calms himself. He should have been more aware. He thought you’d be safe at his side and…

Your lips kiss his cheek. His thoughts are silenced as you kiss his jaw and then his lips. 

“Don’t beat yourself over this,” you tell him as you lace your fingers with his. 

“You know you can always count on me, right? I’ve got you,” Mammon promises as he kisses your lips gently. His forehead presses to yours as you lock eyes and smile at each other sweetly. 

“I love you, Mammon.”

“I love ya, Treasure.” 

The smile that lights up your face is brighter than any Grimm he’s ever owned. It makes his heart skip a beat as you straddle his lap and deepen the kiss. 

Your fingers thread through his hair, moaning when your teeth nip his bottom lip. You help each other get naked in between kisses and soft laughter. 

Your mind is filled with nothing but love as he fucks into you slowly, moaning your name into your neck as you ride him. 

“Mammon,” you moan sweetly, holding him close as your orgasm hits and your legs shake. 

“That’s it, Treasure. I’ve got ya.”

Levi

The pop culture store was packed for an early Saturday morning. You had agreed to accompany Levi as long as he took you to breakfast after. 

“I’m gonna head to the aisle with the new otome games,” you inform him as you point to the aisle. Levi looks up from his perusing long enough to acknowledge you and nod. His cheeks turn pink when you kiss his cheek before walking away. 

Slowly, you go down the aisle, reading the titles softly. 

“Oh, excuse me,” you say when you bump into someone. You had been so focused on the games, that you hadn’t seen the demon beside you. 

The demon waves you off politely as you turn and read the titles on the other shelf to stay out of their way. You make it halfway down before you feel the heat of someone watching you. It’s not a familiar heat, this one makes you uncomfortable. 

Without missing a beat, you head straight for Levi, clutching his arm tightly. 

“Are you okay, love?” Levi whispers as he pauses his browsing. He turns to you with a curious gaze as you look down at your shoes. 

Levi looks around, glaring when he spots a demon in the aisle you’re in. Without a word, Levi leads you to the checkout and pays for his items. He keeps his arm around your waist while you shyly hide your face in his chest. 

When you leave the store, he asks you to teleport the both of you to his bedroom. 

Levi sits down on his desk chair, tugging you onto his lap. Normally he’d be just as shy as you or more but your apparent discomfort is more important than feeling bashful having you so close. 

“Was that demon making you uncomfortable?” He asks straightforwardly. “I noticed the way he was looking at you.”

You nod. “Something about his gaze made me want to run.”

“I’ll always protect you. No matter what, baby. I’ve got you,” Levi promises as he lifts his pinky for you to seal the promise with your own. 

Levi brings your twined pinkies to his lips, kissing them before he kisses your lips. 

Slowly, your kissing grows hungrier as your hands help Levi remove his clothing until he’s blushing under you. 

You kiss him gently, smiling coyly before you kiss your way down his body, lingering on his pretty torso. 

His dulcet moans rile you up as pleasure blooms deep inside. Your hands wrap around his hard cock, moving forward to spit on it. 

Levi curses, turning into putty beneath you as you wrap your lips around his cock to tease him. He whimpers, eyes shut as pleasure burns through his veins. You feel pride build in your chest as you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.

Levi tangles his fingers in your hair gently, moaning your name as you bob up and down on his length, fueled by every moan and groan that escapes him.

Satan

“It should be right over here,” Satan hums as he rounds the corner of the bookstore. You don’t follow him, instead, you stop at the new releases, checking out the romance novels and Simeon’s new book. 

“That’s a good one,” someone says beside you. You nod, avoiding meeting their gaze as you read the titles to yourself and pick up Simeon’s book. 

The person next to you watches you intently, licking their lips as they eye your body up and down. You bristle, immediately feeling uncomfortable and looking up from the books to search for Satan. 

You spot him heading towards you, a pile of books tucked under his arm. His gaze is terrifying but it’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed at the demon beside you who is making you uncomfortable. 

“You better find someone else to ogle before I rip your eyes out and feed them to you,” Satan threatens before he drapes his free arm around your shoulders to lead you away from the seething demon. 

You cling to Satan, thanking him softly as you set your books on the counter to pay. 

Satan kisses the top of your head as he sets down his books beside yours, moving behind you to shield you from anyone else’s curious eyes. He pays quickly and thanks the cashier before taking the bag with your books. 

“Let’s get you home,” he says as he follows you toward the exit. His anger is simmering, ready to boil over if he sees the demon one more time. How dare anyone make you uncomfortable? He’d only left you for two minutes and you were frightened. You didn’t like when other demons looked at you, much less ogled you so brazenly. You were timid, still getting used to Satan and his brothers and their rambunctiousness. 

You only felt comfortable with the brothers, the angels, Sol, Barb, and Dia. You often challenged Levi as the most bashful in HoL. 

Before you know it, you’re in Satan’s bedroom. Your new books and his remain in the bag as Satan gets into bed, patting the spot beside him. 

You climb into his lap instead, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest to his. Satan sighs softly into your neck, breathing you in to calm himself down. 

“I’m sorry that creep got so close to you,” he whispers as his hands run down your back to settle on your hips. 

“It was fine at first when he talked about the books but then his look changed,” you shuddered at the memory and Satan ran his fingers through your hair. 

“He won’t bother you ever again,” Satan assures you. “Not as long as me or my brothers are around. We’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his, you kiss him gently, moaning when he deepens the kiss a few minutes later. 

You press your foreheads to him, smiling at him as he blushes. His hands rub your sides before he kisses you again, deepening it until you’re unzipping his pants and sighing when he fills you. 

“Fuck, Satan,” you moan into his shoulder as you slowly ride him, his hands gripping you tighter as he hides his blushing face. His lips pepper feather light kisses on your skin, moaning your name when you suck on his neck. 

You know it won’t be much longer until you reach your peak, eager to drag Satan with you.  

“I love you.”

Asmo

Asmo lived to be admired, lived to be worshiped, lived to be loved. 

He was the center of attention wherever he went, even on private dates like the one you were on at the moment. 

The masseuse had just finished with you when Asmo entered your room. He had snuck out of his to check on you. He knew you were bashful, especially with things that required you to be naked with nothing but a towel to cover your most intimate parts. 

“You look absolutely radiant, hon!” Asmo exclaims as he sits beside you. 

There’s a knock on the door, and Asmo tells them to enter. He’s clad in his fluffy robe as you finish tying your own. 

A cart full of sweets and champagne is rolled in. You’re handed a glass of champagne before Asmo and you thank the demon in front of you. He bows his head and takes a step back as you reach for a chocolate-covered strawberry. 

You lick the chocolate off the end, moaning in delight before biting it. You giggle when Asmo leans over to bite the other side.

When you lick the chocolate off your lips, you feel the heat of an unwelcome stare and realize the demon is still watching you with a look that makes the hair on the nape of your neck rise. 

Slowly, you scoot closer to Asmo, hiding your face in his shoulder as he sets his D.D.D.  down when he feels your mood shift. He looks from you to the demon and his gaze hardens. 

“That will be all,” Asmo states in a dry tone, waving the demon toward the door. 

The demon nods as he takes his leave and Asmo feels your grip on his arm relax. He waits until the door shuts before he uses his fingers to tilt your chin upward. 

“He’s gone, hon. It’s just us,” he informs you as you thank him meekly. You cover yourself with the robe, almost afraid of the demon returning. 

“Hey, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you,” Asmo whispers as he gently cups your face and your eyes lock on his. You nod, smiling softly.

Asmo kisses the tip of your nose. Asmo will have the demon fired and removed from the premises before the both of you leave. His reputation will be enough to do so. How dare anyone make you uncomfortable, much less with him beside you? The audacity. 

Asmo kisses you softly, his hands holding yours sweetly. His nails match yours, a pretty pink design you had selected. 

“Let’s take a bath,” He suggests as he leads you toward the bathroom. 

The water is steaming when you enter, but it doesn’t scald you like you’d thought. Asmo sits behind you, tugging you to his chest. His delicate hands grip your middle, kissing your shoulders before making his way to your neck.

You gasp, cheeks hot as he nips that one spot that makes your heart flip.

Asmo giggles, his hands reaching for a pink washrag. The scent of lilies fills the space around you as he lathers it up and slowly washes your body, leaving kisses in the most sensitive spots. You moan when his hand goes between your legs, his lips pressed to your neck, moving up to nip your earlobe.

“Asmo!” his name escapes your lips as his hand moves faster, chuckling when you fall apart soon after. 

“So sweet for me,” He grins as he tilts your head toward him before he kisses you.

“Your turn,” you smile as you turn to face him, resting on your knees as you run your hands over his body, his giggles filling the room when your hand wraps around his hard cock.

Beel

The restaurant was buzzing with chatter on Saturday night. Beel had made reservations ahead of time to minimize the time you had to wait. 

Upon reaching your table, Beel ordered appetizers while you perused the menu. At first, you had been too busy deciding what to order to notice the stare of the server. His eyes lingered on your body as you ordered your meal and drink. 

Beel ordered one of everything and sent the server off to place your order. He noticed your quiet demeanor and he tugged your chair closer to his. 

You smiled at him before placing your hand on his thigh. 

“I’m glad you joined me tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to be alone,” Beel grins as the chatter continues in the background. “Well, alone without my brothers.”

“We have all night to be together,” you remind him as you lean in to kiss him. Beel smiles into the kiss, his large hand cupping your face sweetly. 

His name escapes you in a delicate whisper as he bites your bottom lip playfully before releasing you. 

You trace your lip with your tongue, eyes sparkling as you meet his gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

Beel giggles as he kisses your hand. 

When you look at him, your gaze catches the server on his way to your table. He winks at you before he approaches with your drinks. 

Beel thanks him as you move your chair closer to him, squeezing his thigh.

By the time your food is served, you’re more relaxed. Beel inhales his food one plate at a time. 

The server approaches with a cart to clear the plates, his eyes on you the entire time. He winks at you when Beel isn’t looking before he stands upright. 

“Would your lovely date like some dessert?” The server asks Beel with a smirk. 

You move closer to Beel, looking at the table before gripping his arm. 

Beel’s body tenses as he looks at the server and notes the way you squeeze his arm. “Can we go?”

“Sure, baby,” Beel responds, kissing your cheek. He looks at the server with a glare. “I’ve got dessert covered, but thanks.”

The server shrinks under his gaze, stutters his goodbye, and rushes to the kitchen. 

Beel takes your hand in his, leading you to the front to pay quickly. He didn’t want to see the server again and end up in a fistfight. 

You remain silent at his side, and Beel feels awful for not noticing your demeanor before. 

Once you arrive home, Beel leads you straight to his bedroom. You lay on his bed, tugging his shirt off him so you could wear it. His scent soothes you, and you curl up to his bare chest once he joins you under the covers. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Always,” he promises softly.

You snuggle into him, his large arm draped over your waist as he holds you close. His lips meet yours before he’s tugging you onto his body. Your hands rest on his chest, a giggle escaping you as he covers you in kisses while his large hands guide your hips over his.

You moan when he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as make out with him. You relax in his hold, soon asking him for more while he rocks his hips into yours, making you moan into his skin. Beel loves to tease you. He loves to watch you fall apart for him, only you can ease the hunger that overwhelms him at times.

He’ll tease you for the rest of the night, only giving you what you desperately crave when you’re all he can taste on his tongue.

Belphie

It wasn’t often that Belphie left the comfort of his home, much less his bed but today he was doing both as he shopped for a new mattress. His old one was fine, but he’d heard great things about a new bed in one of the stores downtown. 

With you at his side, Belphie felt confident in leaving his home long enough to make his purchase. 

Normally, you’d stay at his side but the array of mattresses had your attention while Belphie found a salesperson.

“Need any help?” Someone asks you, and you shake your head.

“Just waiting on my boyfriend,” you state as you look over your shoulder to look for Belphie. He’s in deep conversation with the salesperson, signing a form to get the mattress delivered later that day.

The salesperson scoffs, which makes you face them with a scowl.

“If you need help finding a mattress let me know. I’m an expert on beds,” The demon smirks as he eyes you up and down. 

You frown as you take a few steps back until you turn to find Belphie heading your way with a scowl. You grab his hand and stand by his side, hiding your face in his chest.

The demon cowers under Belphie’s gaze, the unspoken threat loud and clear to the leering demon. He takes off in a sprint as Belphie leads you out of the building.

He has you focus on him until you can take the both of you to his spot in the attic.

Belphie wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to bed with him. His hand rubs circles onto your back as you hug him close.

“Are you okay?” Belphie asks. He knows you don’t like being looked at, or stared at. It makes you uncomfortable and sometimes self-conscious. However, that demon at the store was leering, clearly making you uncomfortable.

Belphie had to resist the urge to go back there with his brothers in tow, not that he needed help from them but because they’d insist on going once they found out how the demon made you feel.

“I’m okay now,” you assure him as you take his hands in yours. You move to his side to lay beside him with his chest pressed to your back.

Belphie holds you close, his fingers tracing a heart on the back of your hand until he brings it to his lips to kiss it. 

“Want me to get him fired?” Belphie asks nonchalantly. 

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. 

Belphie chuckles as he moves his hand to rub your hip. You press yourself to him and he grips you tighter. 

“You sure?” Belphie asks with a smirk. “You know I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

You hum, not to sure what to say as his hand slips under your shirt. You melt into a happy puddle as his hand moves up and down your side while his lips capture yours. 

Belphie always has the effect on you. He makes you forget about everything but him, and you love it.

You’re not surprised when you end up wrapped around him with one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your throat. You take his fingers in your mouth, drooling all over yourself and him as his hips rock into you repeatedly.

Your moans are muffled by his fingers, pleasure coursing through your veins as you cum shortly after. Belphie moans your name, his face buried in your neck as he cums a few moments later.

You grin as you lay satiated at his side, sweaty and feeling like you’re floating on a cloud.

“Wait until we break in my new bed,” Belphie teases. “You won’t be getting any rest.”

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Sooo if we’re doing yandere can we please get some yandere katakuri ?

It's been a little while since I've written for our dear Katakuri, and I wanted to see how this would play out. Thank you for your ask! 🖤🐌

Safety

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Word Count: 1,700+

Synopsis: As housekeeper to Charlotte Linlin, Katakuri saw you as part of his family. He is obsessed with ensuring you are safe, being a human so much smaller than he was and around such a large family. He is doing all of this, just to ensure your safety. Sometimes that means following you home and watching you from outside your bed chambers.

Themes: yandere!Katakuri x gn!reader, yandere trope, hinted nudity, showers, obsessive tendencies, obsessive behaviours, almost kissing, confessions of love.

Notes: I have only written a few fics for Katakuri, but I adore the big guy. I hope you don't mind him with a little bit of obsession over his features.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @i-am-vita

Amber lights illuminate and press over your skin the moment you enter into your living space within the servants quarters of his mother’s bed chambers. The soft crack of your fire popped and caused you to jump and giggle at the soft interruption. Slowly removing your apron and overcoat, you placed your uniform in your wicker basket for washing on your day off tomorrow.

As housekeeper and confidant to Charlotte Linlin, you were never far from the source of vengeance and wrath from the larger woman. Your body was pushed to the limits when preparing her pastries, fudges and cakes, and was also subject to aiding her in her daily routine: preparing her facial features with paints and powders, and dressing her in her garments for the day.

You were so small in comparison, so frail and meek when compared to the giants who lorded the land. So defenseless and helpless should Linlin express her disdain and wrath physically directed at you. You needed a loyal guard dog, a protector, a warrior to ensure your safety within the grounds and an escort to your suite.

At least, that's what Katakuri told himself you needed. And he was more than willing to provide such a service.

His ruby gaze trailed your body from his position sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the tree outside your window. His lips were partially parted, his eyelids falling to half-mast as his desire for you only grew and grew the longer you served his mother.

You were so small, he could wrap his fist around you in one hand. He wanted to keep you safe, to keep you secure, to ensure you would never go wanting for anything as his mother’s young confidant. He loved his family, and as such: you were an extension of such a title as someone residing in such close quarters.

This had become his nightly ritual: going about his day as earl of flour, writing to officials within his mother's vast nakama, ensuring her title as Yonko remained intact and secure, and following you home to ensure your safety from a distance to not alarm you at the end of your shift with his mother. You were so precious to him, so innocent and pure within Komugi Island.

As you rid yourself of your daily attire and readied yourself for your nightly bath, a warm tint of pink dampened Katakuri’s cheeks with the flood of blood pooling within. He told himself this was private, something you didn't mean to be seen by another individual, and he begged his eyes to pull away from gazing up at you. But the longer he looked, the more he longed.

His sharpened canines began to shake and chatter against one another as he consumed your form, telling himself he was truly ensuring you were safe from any who wished to do you harm. His gaze continued to hold over you as you stepped within the shroud of your bathroom walls. Steam exited the vents from the cement wall beside your quarters, the scents of citrus, flower petals and eucalyptus flooding his nostrils while picturing the lather of bubbled suds over your skin.

Shaking his head, he cast all impure thoughts away from him as he fixed his eyes on the ground in front of him. He was your knight for the night, not some pervert attempting to peek into your bed chambers in hopes of meeting with your bare flesh. He was here to keep you safe from those who lurked in the dark, not to have you fear him more for his actions.

A hum called him away from his thoughts, the familiar tune you would sing to yourself every night ringing out in perfect pitch. Closing his eyes, he allowed the moment to be shared with him as his own deep baritone hummed the counterpart along with you. His soul began to mourn your meeting, crave your contact, and yearn for a simple touch that his obsession with ensuring your safety was not to be misinterpreted as lust.

At the last thought, his eyes snapped open. His pupils narrowed, his brow furrowed, and his sharp teeth grimaced at such horror. He was not in love with you, this was truly about keeping you safe. He did not want to hold you, kiss you, consume you and ravish you with romantic intensity that could rival all others.

Did he?

As you stepped out of your bathing quarters in a fluffed robe and your hands drying your hair with a plush towel, it truly dawned on him. Watching your smile grow as you began to dress yourself in comfortable sleepwear and sat by the fire to heat your hair and dry your scalp with book in hand, he truly was struck in the chest like his trident in the thick of battle.

He did want all of those things with you. He was in love with you. Truly, deeply, and painfully in love with you. His love for you propelled him to do these things, to keep you safe, to shepherd you from harm, to check the future with his haki to ensure no slip ups resulted in your pain. He loved you with every chasm of his chest, and vein that coursed through him.

As his eyes drew up once he had dealt with this internally, you were gone. Panic coursed through him, his heart fluttering and immediately readying himself to prepare to fight whoever stole you from his sights. Standing to his full height of seventeen feet and hardening his stance, he was shocked once again at the opening of your front door and your form glaring at him with an unwavering gaze.

“Are you going to tell me why you are following me, lord Charlotte?” your chastising hum slashed into him with invisible blades, holding him both hostage and accountable for his nightly routine.

Taking several moments of being held beneath your scrutiny, Katakuri took a lengthy inhale before exhaling his woes.

“I swore to myself to keep you safe,” he confessed, lowering his eyes and buckling his knee to kneel before you and fall at eye height, “And safe is where you will be, with me ensuring it.” He continued to hang his head, his nose and lip remaining hidden beneath his furred shroud.

“Safe from what? The shower and my bedroom?” you press him, walking forward with your robe flowing at your knees and parting slightly with each step. “Lord Charlotte, I know you have been following me for several months now. I have never felt safer, but,” you finally reach him, his large head the size of your torso and hidden from you beneath his plum-colored hair, “I am lost for reason as to why you are doing this.”

He froze, feeling your body so much closer than he was accustomed to experiencing, inhaling the scents you had washed yourself with in the shower so close, and consumed with longing for you. He didn't want to lie, but he was growing wary of how you would interpret the truth from him. Biting back his nerves, he scrunched his eyes tightly shut and slowly whispered out his hushed confession.

“Because I am in love with you,” he waited with baited breath, making himself as small as possible by deepening his lunge and hanging his head lower.

Your soft hand cradled his cheek, lifting his eyes to meet with yours and revealing his sharpened teeth to you for the first time. He was overcome with panic as your eyes darted immediately to his lips, but his panic softened into confusion as all he was met with was a gentle smile and a warmness in your eyes.

“Forgive me,” he mouthed, his voice lost to him the longer you cradled his larger cheek, “I do not wish to frighten you. I just-... I just wanted nothing more than to keep you safe from all harm.” He darted his eyes between yours, his gaze somewhere between consumed with humility, and plagued with an underlying argument with himself, “You are so special to me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, lord Charlotte,” you lulled your head to the side, continuing to examine his features and darting over his stooped body, “And I can say I have grown a fondness for you too. I think it's due to the fact I always know where I go, you're only a few feet behind me. It's a comfort, truly.”

Stepping closer to him, you cup the other side of his face within your small hand and smile down at him in his low kneel. You raised his chin, prompting him to angle his face higher up to take in your form without filter or shroud of the fact that he truly loved you.

“All that remains is where we go from here,” you giggled down at him, the hum of your voice ringing like a soft, pleasant bell in his ears and raising a smile over his lips.

“In what way do you mean?” he asked, his ruby eyes half lidded and longing for more from you. Inching down closer to his lips, you hover yours over his and whisper in a smooth and sultry tone.

“Well, lord Charlotte, I am unsure if my living quarters are truly safe,” you smiled down at him, his lips parting as they shuddered forward in anticipation of meeting with yours. “Can you come inside and check them for me?” You pull away from his face and gaze down into his eyes, “That is what you were ensuring, correct? My safety?”

Charlotte Katakuri’s eyelashes fluttered with a soft stuttered blink, never truly widening them once reopening. He was consumed with pride at the notion you wanted to keep him with you, finally receiving permission to continue his nightly task of ensuring your protection from a closer vantage point.

“If that is what you so desire,” he whispered in response, slowly leaning into your touch with his chin before pulling away from your grip entirely, “I would never leave you fearing for your safety. Please, lead me on and show me where you feel the most frightened.”

Slowly raking your eyes over his features, your gaze turned hungry and possessive to mirror his own features.

“I can admit, I am plagued by nightmares of late, my lord,” slowly drawing your fingers down to tease at the chest-lining of your bathrobe. A slow, unintentional and protective growl rose up in Katakuri's chest as his lust now blackened his irises. Rising to his feet, he extended his right hand out to you and purred down from his impressive height.

“Then we shall start in your bedchambers.”

[porkcutletbowl44]

Gunslinger! Ghost is as mean and rugged as they come. It's dirty work as a bounty hunter, honest work, rid the west of the tainted nasty criminals.

The next bounty is just as boring from the last; Old geezer illegally selling weaponry, running heists, human trafficking, the list goes on.

What Ghost doesn't expect, is to come across a pretty bird, frightened out of her wits. Doe eyes widening at the size of this man, his paws big enough to dwarf her face, the shiny rifle propped on his shoulder able to scare any man from looking his way.

But not this bird, you come equipped with teeth and claws, a loud bark and a harder bite. It was only one broken sweat to get you on his stallion.

It's been awhile since Ghost had to work with a struggler, a pretty one no less.

What he doesn't realize, is that you've been wrongly framed, on the run.

"Quit your bitchin' we gotta long ride ahead, 'less ya wanna sing instead. Reckon ya gotta pretty voice,"

What Ghost doesn't expect is to be stuck with you for three nights in a shitty abandoned cabin. A whining and complaining woman stuck with him and one bed, your wrists bound loosely for your comfort.

"Shoulda thought twice 'bout your crime doin', bird."

Can you blame him? Traveling with a pretty thing with enough sass and attitude to count as a firearm, he never knew just how much he liked to really work for something.

It's only for one night he can pretend he doesn't notice you staring when he's working on the broken door, pretend you don't watch the way his muscles work under his vest or adjust his belt buckle, his fight to roll up his sleeves on his thick forearms.

He's mean about it too, waiting for you to be done gathering buckets after buckets of water to heat them up, pouring them into a tub for a nice bath, then does he waltz in like it was meant for him.

He ignored your squawking and insults, smugly undressing that shuts you up real quick.

"Y'went through all the trouble, join me."

And, well, he never does this. This was his first temptation and greedily took it. It's not like it would matter, you'd be in a jail cell before he knows it and can forget about the best he's ever had, something sweet and innocent for his hands to taint.

"Never been wi' a man before, huh lovie? Easy now, I'll show ya it'll be good, 'bout to blow y'mind,"

What Ghost doesn't realize, until it's too late, that John Price is your father.

His boss rushes to your aid rather than scolding him, so he can scold you instead. It's not the most tear-inducing reunion, but John is grateful Simon has brought you to safety without love bites, finger shaped bruises a scratch on your body.

"Hope she didn't give ya too much trouble, got my spirit, eh?"

What Ghost does tell him,

"Nah, horse spooked n' I fell."

Is the explanation for the scratches on his back up to his neck. Man, thorns are sharp...

[ioniansunsets]

pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i want to braid kayn’a HAAAAIR!!!!!!! I WANT TO USE CUTE HAIR TIES AND SANRIO HAIR CLIPS TO MAKE HIM FEEL SO PRETTY 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

✖ Braiding Kayn's Hair ✖

✖ Word Count: 715

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Reader is In the Shadow Order w/ Kayn

✖ A/N: YES I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOU. All I dream of is to play with his hair, is it soft? Tangled and coarse? Surprisingly smooth? WHO KNOWS I LOVE IT!

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- The first time you braided his hair it was because it came horrendously undone mid mission and it was a mess. With frustrated grumbles and complaints coming from your partner as he quarrels with Rhaast you were at your limit. You sat him down, ripped some cloth from the corner of your outfit and delicately braided his hair for him. Almost intimate as your fingers run through his hair, bits of dried blood flaking off, the tangled mess somehow calmed in your hands. Working magic you turned his messy long hair into a neat and tight braid. Both him and Rhaast quiet. Kayn only giving you a soft " Thanks..." before continuing on his way. The cocky, prideful man didn't know how to respond to affections or soft moments like that.

- The second time was much different. Coming out of the bath, his hair was wet and tangled. Excitedly he turns to you sitting in your shared room, towel still wrapped around his waist. " Can you braid it again for me!" It seemed like he was thinking about it the whole time he was washing the blood off his skin. Maybe he just realized how nice your hands felt playing with his hair and fought against his pride. Who knows. You accept of course. It was nice. Being innocently close to him this way. The few soft moments in your life in the Order.

- Ever since then, you being the one in charge of braiding his hair was the norm. Every opportunity, every fight that left his hair free, he runs up to you, smiling excitedly, expectantly. A boyish laugh. " Y/N~" He coos, expecting you to come to his aid. To entertain yourself more, you soon started collecting bits and bops to tie into his dark locks. A red ribbon braided in for when you two were out in combat. Small flowers placed in when in the safety of the order. (Kayn was scary honestly so no other member ever dares says anything about it to his face.) Colorful clips and shiny bits in the privacy of your shared room. Braiding his hair became a special shared moment between the two of you. Something you only did for him, and something he only allowed you to do. His hair was also so delightfully thick it was fun to braid, there was so much you could stick in it without it falling out. It amused the both of you.

- Rhaast complains. A lot. Making fun of him. " The only thing in your hair should be blood of innocents Kayn." You shoot the Darkin a dirty look but all Kayn does is laugh taunting the weapon. " Rhaast is just jealous. Should we tie a ribbon around his handle?" The two of your laugh harder as Rhaast grumbles angrily. The two of you did do it by the way, wrapping the scythe in a ribbon as Rhaast screams threatening to take over Kayn right there and then

- Over time you've learn other ways to braid your partner's hair. The simple braid was his default, but in the privacy of your room, sometimes you let yourself get creative. A fishtail braid for when you two sleep together. A lace braid from his blue hair across the back of his head when you feel like seeing him a little pretty. He never protests, sometimes even humming happily as your fingers brush against his scalp. Letting you do what you want with his hair was special privilege reserved for his lover and you enjoyed that precious intimacy. Sometimes you'd even give his forehead a little kiss when you were done. He protests, but honestly, he secretly loves it. How soft you were with him in private like this.

- Zed commented on it once, when he popped by your room to give Kayn a briefing. Kayn's hair was done to the side, a delicate braid with flowers and ribbons. He didn't like being seen like this but it was Zed, hearing his mentor making a passing amused " Well that's different." remark made his face flush. Kayn was embarrassed but at the same time proud that his partner's abilities amused Zed. You had to stifle back your laughter at his reaction and what was effectively your boss giving you a shrug before leaving.

[anantaru]

✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ DEC 1ST — FAVORITE WINTER ACTIVITIES

featuring: kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato x gn! reader

genre: fluff, crack, alcohol, ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა | event.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

doing the polar bear plunge = jumping into ice water

the both of you had talked about it a while back, kaeya needed to raise a remarkable amount of mora for the knights of favonius and figured why not hold an event?

jumping into the freezing cold with nothing but bathing garments on sounded fun to him, also the idea to watch everyone struggle had an hilarious afterthought awakened in his mind.

even though you did have your reservations towards his little gathering, in the end you agreed to host it with him, under the condition that you were going to be responsible for the towels and beverages.

call it, a little safety measurement, so no one would question why you weren't jumping into the biting cold.

listening to the cries and gasps of everyone getting engulfed by the freeze had a shiver run down the entirety of your spine, developing cold feet.

at first, you figured that because you were one of the hosts, not to mention his s/o, kaeya wouldn't necessarily ask you to submerge your entire body into the icy water with him.

naturally, you did your best to be responsible for your appointed task, aiding warm beverages to the people who actually did it, getting a couple of towels for their disposal as well so everything was comfortable to them.

nevertheless, you could say you were sort of naive to think that kaeya would let you get off the hook that easily with him eyeing you up and down the whole time. Carefully, he managed his way to you, his blood boiling in a desperate attempt to keep his body on an even temperature.

"what do we have here?" he watched you place a tea filled cup on the table, his voice playful and matching his confident eyes. "my answer is no." you made no move to look at him nor voice anything additional to your sentence, crossing your arms around your body to still the shivers you experienced from the icy weather.

"if you're scared, that's okay, you can be honest about it." damn you kaeya, his love for provoking you would never fall short, taking an insane amount of pride into his play, quirking his brow up with a humorous twinkling in his eyes.

"the people of mondstadt will surely think you did your best.. kinda!"

your temper sparked, how dare he, a flicker of irritation made your eyes twitch when you suddenly unzipped your jacket, the swirling cold moving in to envelope the warmth of your blood, your natural defence against such ice falling short.

"shut up and lets get this over with then."

your unrelenting determination to prove your boyfriend wrong surged through you with kaeya chuckling at your expression, you were so incredibly attractive, his hands flying to his shirt to unbutton it with you until you were bare with only your bathing garments being on.

with the way you were sulking in your stance, kaeya tangled his fingers into yours, holding you close as he guided the way. Scanning the crowd for any signs of a threat, you continued to lower your head, noticing that you were now, indeed, in front of the cold half frozen lake.

"maybe that wasn't a good idea after all."

the hair off your neck rose from both nervousness and cold as you slowly backed away with kaeya then not letting you wiggle out of his hand.

"oh? I didn't perceive you as someone who'd break their promises."

through a cheeky smirk, he watched how your deadly eyes shoot daggers at him. Kaeya was certain that if looks could indeed kill, he'd be very much dead by now and buried by you.

rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth together, you put up a tall fence, breathing in and holding your breath as you closed your eyes, nodding at your boyfriend to somehow symbolize that you were almost ready, at this point you wanted to get it over with.

it was of a sudden moment, in a sliding second, as fast as the wind when an unnatural breeze with such an intense force, as if produced by a god, pushed the both of you into the freezing cold, embracing your bodies with icy water that had you almost pass out from it.

"kaeya!" you spat, believing it was him who did it and being mad that he didn't warn you beforehand. He immediately rose up, rubbing the water off his face with his bangs sticking to his forehead.

"it wasn't me i swear!"

✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

making homemade hot chocolate

venti's mind tinkered with afterthoughts, was he supposed to tell you that he added rum into the hot chocolate? an excessive amount at that?

you know what? nope, probably not.

being crafty and cooking was something the both of you would try ever so often, most of the times it was venti who would drink sweet apple cider while he watched you intently, baking a nice cake or simply preparing dinner for tonight.

yes, he himself even agreed that he was super lazy when it came to cooking, but how could he pass up on the idea of looking at you all day!

for this time of the year he bought you an apron with a little snowman on top of it, it had a smile painted on its features as well and looks as pretty as you.

of course, since you were so eager to try out to make your own hot beverage this time, venti braced himself, for once helping you.

in all seriousness, the moment he mentioned rum you thought he was joking.

it wasn't as if you didn't know his love for alcohol, but in hot chocolate?

really venti, really?

brushing it off as nothing but a silly joke of his, you continued to cut the chocolate into small pieces, preparing the milk on a stove and telling venti to look after it so it wouldn't burn.

all he did was nod a reply at you, ever so often eyeing the small bottle of rum he borrowed, no, he "bought" at the angels share the other day, growing curious and intrigued.

before anything, venti made sure you were still occupied, your hands skillfully preparing the dark chocolate when he got a hold of the bottle, carefully twisting the cap before spilling some of the rum into the milk, getting rid of it right after so you wouldn't notice.

afterwards venti prepared some cups while you threw the chocolate into the milk that had a somewhat weird smell ?

you used the whisk to properly stir the mixture to turn it into an even drink, being happy on how excited he suddenly became, wiggling in his footing and almost salivating at the thought to taste the warm beverage on his taste buds.

little did you know, by the end of his little scheme you were on the brink of destruction, cheeks prickling with an intense warmth and your ears standing stiff, the rum swirling the rational parts of your brain away into a haze when you watched venti gobble it all up.

"what did you do?"

getting a somewhat clear grasp on what you assumed had happened, it all came down falling into place at last, giving him a side eye.

"don't tell me you put wine into this."

"don't be silly, it's rum! wine would completely overthrow the natural aroma of the chocolate you put in."

wiggling himself towards you in a contagious laugh, you frowned as he spoke again. "we did a great job, don't you think?"

✦ 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

having a tea party with friends

brewing tea was something zhongli not only adored practicing during the colder days, he somewhat viewed it as a general hobby of his.

he'd make sure to tell and explain each step to you, sometimes going too in depth about certain topics yet that was something you certainly loved about your boyfriend, on how interested and knowledgable he was.

making it your duty to gather everyone together, you delivered the hand written letters to the small tea gathering yourself, visiting both wangshu inn and liyue harbor before stopping by to collect a couple of ingredients zhongli required.

truth being said, as years went by, the little tea party surely developed into a tiny tradition between friends. Every year, you waited patiently for its return and being utterly thrilled once the cold season approached again.

zhongli himself grew quite fond of it as well, viewing it as a historical convention and holding it within his memories and great respect.

with that, everything was set in stone, at last the guests you had invited had arrived and you aided zhongli for the few minor arrangements that had to be met.

after finishing greeting everyone and walking them to the table, he had pulled you back into the kitchen, in a disguise to make you assist him once more in grabbing snacks.

"we did a great job this year, don't you think so too? even xiao came!"

you voiced your unreservedly happiness to him, his eyes meeting yours and shining like gold as his heart leaped up from joy, his spirit blooming deep inside him.

"indeed, after all i am fortunate enough to have you as my helper."

you savored the feeling of contentment for a while, slightly forgetting the guests which were located a room right next to you as he placed his hand on your cheek in admiration.

there was a raw emotion from his touch alone, the warm feeling of his breath intoxicating as he pulled you towards him.

a faint kiss saying more than thousands of words combined.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

drawing together

with you, snuggled close together while you nestled yourself in between his legs, kaveh wrapped his arms around your body.

he continued to watch you work a brush on the canvas, you didn't notice it but his facial expression was of a proud one, loving one, utterly happy whenever he saw you engage in his passion with him.

"wait let me show you how to get a better result out of this."

for him, it was a natural human response to help people, kaveh always did what he seemed as right and he couldn't be more happier when you showed great interest in the arts as well.

he was a strong defender of it after all, contentment tiptoeing into his heart when you curiously observed his skillfulness work wonders on the canvas, trying your best to memorize everything he was teaching you.

it had gotten quite cold for a while, the freezing air was becoming uncomfortable and was deemed the reason you decided to stay in tonight instead of going out, spending some quality time with each other.

the positive effect of painting aided both your soul and being, you treasured each and every moment of it and continued to bath in its bliss.

not to mention how soothing it was to have kaveh so close to you, to have him share his body heat with you and caress your skin.

"you're getting better at this." he hung his head low into the nook of your neck and mumbled, pointing towards the even gloss of the paint you had applied earlier.

"you're just saying that to be nice."

nudging your head to the side to give him a quick kiss, you shifted your weight from left to right, being slightly embarrassed by his compliment.

using your enhanced motivation which came from his sweet talking, you looked around the canvas to watch kaveh gather a sponge, lightly dabbing it on the applied paint and smothering it over.

"Ii'm not lying! i'd never!"

frowning in disbelieve, he offered you your brush back, cheeks flushed against on another as you felt his warm breath tickle your skin.

praise of someone as talented as kaveh always made your heart flutter, filling your belly with contagious butterflies when you at last, turned to exchange glances, kissing the tip of his nose and exchanging flattery without words.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

taking a winter hike

to stride out each morning and to sole upon the cold snowy mountains of dragonspine was something your boyfriend tighnari was anticipating for months.

finally, when both of your schedules allowed it, you took it upon yourself to get everything ready and travel to mondstadt's coldest area.

being a forest watcher in his home nation, naturally the interest in various plants and animals took a huge grasp on tighnari, he couldn't wait to explore the new region together with his significant other.

"the ecosystem in this place is remarkable, i have to take notes and a few samples for further experimentations."

honestly, if someone would spot you both, one would think you came here for work and not a little vacation in between tight working schedules.

needless to say, those particular moments you cherished as well, loving every inch of your boyfriend.

it was sugary sweet in your eyes how his sensitive ears would wiggle with every breeze of the raw cold swirling around them.

the stingy sensation of the sheer freeze on dragonspine caused a tiny uncomfortable feeling inside of you as you rubbed your hands together.

you watched tighnari build a middle sized bonfire for the both of you, skillfully proceeding to light it up in the process with a few fire sparks hitting the crystalized floor, melting it.

you took a moment to thank the archons for your lover and that he seemed to know the answer to quite literally everything.

the weather was accommodating, being entirely grateful that you found a half opened cave that would shield you from any unwelcoming scenarios, a swell of satisfaction viewable on your boyfriends face.

the evening sun glossed long shadows on the snowy ground, in addition with the orange tinge on the sky when you sat next to each other, intertwining your hands together in a soft embrace.

the sight of a pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw above you and even in this almost unbearable cold, you felt the radiant warmth of his hand in your heart, all the more growing.

✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

decorating cookies

someone as stoic and mostly emotionless on the outside such as cyno, wouldn't possibly waste his time on decorating sugar cookies with you, right?

lets be honest, of course he would, he'd do whatever you'd ask him to do.

the last rays of the evening sunlight lit up the kitchen with your hands drawing small stars on a cookie, switching up between violet and white frosting.

with a frown, you heard your boyfriend speak:

"how does this look?"

cyno actually sounded quite displeased with himself, even going as far as to consider if he should've actually shown you the abomination of what he called a cookie in the first place.

"it looks nice, i like how you used every single item we have on this one cookie." at least he tried and that made you happy, bristling with excitement you giggled to yourself.

for his next try, you gave him an expert tip, said tip being that he shouldn't drown the cookie in frosting next time.

"hey, what do you call a smart cookie from sumeru?"

oh archons please no, the irritation in your facial expression was hilarious, more so comical as you debated whether you should even ask in the first place, which you in the end, still did. "no, what?"

"akademiya nut."

a quiet that was defeating roamed through you with your eyes digging daggers into him, raising your brow and bubbling out a choked laugh.

"you know, it's actually quite funny, (cyno is giggling to himself) because the background behind this joke i made up is that the words academiya nut rhyme with macadamia nut which is a special nut from an ancient world. i first heard about it from tighnari."

the loudest of noise you could hear in the kitchen was your breathing and his giggle, as there was no other competing sounds to overthrow it, maybe the very thing you perceived as silence. 

cyno soon realized that his joke, again, didn't land, as he scratched the back of his neck, his stance defeating.

"not funny? that was one of my better ones."

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

having a snowball fight

"you'll be defeated today, kazuha!"

after mere seconds post warning and declaration, the air was thick with the first of many snowballs which were severely solid and icy, shooting towards your boyfriends direction.

little did you know he already had a full stack ready for his own disposal, piled up and somehow they looked even bigger than the ones you built.

the snow was showered in crystalline fragments that held a contagious glint in the wintry light, glowing.

"careful now." he taunts you, grabbing one of the snowballs before targeting you, throwing it but missing you as you harshly jolted to the side.

ducking down behind a hedge, you formed another ball, this time bigger and with more ice, debating whether it would actually fly faster this way.

all the other times the both of you had battled each other in the past, kazuha would come out as the victor.

you didn't think he'd cheat with his anemo vision but the thought still continued to soothe your pride, knowing you already lost so many times to him.

something in his enthusiasm was contagious as well, those games that may seem childish to others, placed a moment of pure crushing happiness and wonders in you.

your deep chilly fingers were digging into the snowball and getting ready to throw it towards kazuha as all of a sudden, in a split second, without a way for you to escape, a snowball came rushing towards you, exploding onto your chest.

a win would have been sweet, yet you lost again as kazuha came running towards you with a big fat smile plastered on his face.

"did i hurt you?"

typical him, you figured, he's always so attentive even when you are battling each other.

"i think you hit my throat."

instantly, the worry was washing over him as his eyes took a haunted look, discomfort on his face and asking himself if he overdid it this time.

lines of stress were appearing on his forehead as he advanced towards your body to place his cold hand on your shuddering skin when you immediately charged a snowball right back into his face, at once hitting his forehead.

"HA!"

the warm air of your revenge cheering sounds made kazuha shake his head in a chuckle and his heart skipping a beat as he realized you had tricked him.

he rubbed the crystalized snow off his face when his eyes sparkled with kindness and relief, but also revenge, thinking of a million ways to get back at you for this.

✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

learning a new skill (knitting and crocheting)

comfortably sitting next to each other in a warm embrace, you watched ayato struggle with the fabric in his hand, his brows knitted together with a couple wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

"how insolent."

you weren't sure if he cursed at himself or the material, or both, but watching the oh so smart yashiro commissioner struggle for once was somewhat satisfying, more so adorable.

his fingers wiggled fast in a routine thoma had showed you both a few hours ago. For some reason, you were quite the natural at this, becoming more adapted to your newfound hobby with each minute, unlike your boyfriend, that is.

the tiny blue cloth in ayato's hands was bejewelled with an array of different sized and clumsy stitches, extending from his knitting needles. 

"wait, do it like this." attempting to show your boyfriend the fabric you were working on, he frowned in disbelief on how much he sucked at this.

"how did you do that?"

by the time he had figured that out, his fingers tensed together, straining from how tight he held onto the needle in frustration.

his downward gaze was to die for, he could be so cute and lovable without even realizing!

"look at you struggling for once." your lose lipped smile suggested you were humouring the situation with ayato shooting you a deadly look, eyes taunting but laughing at his own failure together in an instant.

"i will simply ask thoma to re-do my work."

ayato's face was heavy and unfocused by the end, he has been working on this for hours now and it didn't work once, not even when he threw the other three failed garments away to start over from scratch!

it was pointless.

his eyes drifted shut as he laid the fabric next to him, honestly done with all of this, motioning you to come closer.

"it's not that bad, lets try again later."

ayato just hummed a reply to you, placing a mental note in his head to never do this again and scrubbing his eyes with his knuckles when you slipped him into your embrace, giggling at his expression.

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[midgetmoth]

{ Master Post - RQ1 }

[ First Art Request - Starlight AU ] This is my first event done for the Starlight AU. I will be listing the Creators/Owners along with other details. --------------------------------------------------------- Species: Those with wings: Sky Dwellers Those with no back legs and have long tails: Cave Dwellers Those with fins but have back legs: Shore Dwellers Those with fins but no back legs: Ocean Dwellers Those with just feline-like ears/antlers: Land Dwellers Those of Hollow Heads do not apply to the species above, since they are "Creator Made" and blessed with different abilities. These Hollows have been shaped to fit the powers given to them, followed by how they act naturally. ---------------------------------------------------------

@thesecondlight-luna In depths they sing, a song to lure any who dare swim deep into where they dwell. A body so long that no one can view its end. How long have they hunted in such darkness, and how many are they willing to take to grow even more?

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@fusciaguardian Coat as hot as embers, flowing like candlelight flame. The moving mass of swirling smoke disappears into the forest like a wildfire gone rouge. Such heat catches on the grass, burning at its edges. So strange, for the dangerous beast never glows.

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@thechaoticsaisk

Over trees they fly, gathering at what fruits linger in the branches no other can reach. Oh, how they wander the endless seas of tall greens, always to feast on the brightest of fruits.

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@reptilia0freptiles In dark he stalks, for caves he dwells without worry. All hear his roar fear his wrath to follow, although they know this beast is barely their size. Size doesn't matter, only it's spirit it holds.

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@ignus-moth  In overgrown forests they roam, a coat stained with green. Moss had taken shelter along their strands of pink, but would it aid them both? Indeed, it would, for such a color brings a new form of hunting prey.

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@filiadraws

In depths I linger, I lure, I feast. Will you ever view my sight, or will you meet my jaws as so many brave preys had so mindlessly wandered into? How naive of you to think you can ever view such a sight as I.

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@sketchingstuff0

In shallows others wallow as all the food has been swallowed. Fat and happy lay a seal of a stick, joyful with their hunt that has left all others saddened. Suppose they should have hunted just a little faster!

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@multifanforever The caves creak, the sky roars, the rain pours down below and drowns the cold stone. Yet as the clouds cry, two rest alone in dens below. Warmed only by their love and calming purrs among the thunder... and along with them, rests a lesser kin. Soft breaths and shut eyes, a simple born pup among a warm, protected den.

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@s0lie

Shallow shores I bathe in light, but upon danger I flee as if flight. Waves they crash, yet I only crave the trees. The packs call to me, the herds swarm near my body of water. Shall I follow, or wallow away within the safety?

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@shoechomper

Terror of storms, nightmare in daylight. We beware the skies and fear the beast it holds, for the hunter who lingers in the blue is unlike any foretold. For at least those of fire make their presence known to all with calls of embers, unlike this silent hawk of hunger.

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@armiaochima

In meadows of lavender, I lurk. In day so bright, I bask. My clan they wander with, but yet we rest more then we feast. Such as life for that of careless minds. Plenty of food, surely, we can hunt later.

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@lunacelestite

Night falls upon the land, so too its dangers. Faced with the task of gathering once more, or see they think. Friendly faces swarm with, lesser birds who follow you close. They sing in warning and tell you of the dangers, for the crows know best to keep their protector alive. You share the spoils, the best to keep your extra eyes happy.

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@opearle

Blossoms fall with the season, but all they do is fall with them. Follow the petals into the valleys of colors, lingering where trees are most in bloom. Oh, the scents and creatures who flourish, a wonderous place to play.

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@flairya

One little step, one large leap. A trap set now sprung, how many shall meet this same faint as one who starves? Thought it snake, but it was hunter, lurking the same as other. Poor soul so hungry, now feeding another.

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@0gingerflake0 

Bound by grace, a stance of stone, mind to ease, eyes to guard. The protector feels no rest, sleep being nothing but myth. The herd that gathers under their wings of might shelter them from such cold predators who stalk too close for their comforts. Dangerous however is no true fear, so long as their angel sent by stars stands with them.

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@flowerbarrel

River o river, love me so. River o river, protect me so. River o river, give me food, for in return you get my ever-loving protection and care. The creatures take your homes rocks and tear at your soils, but I shall not allow it. My home is you, and you will provide for me as I do you.

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@small-sparkofhope

The one of winters coat snarled a nasty hiss, "Leave me be" they spoke. Their voice stung of annoyance, their gaze to match their anger. The smaller flowery stripped beast only laughed, "And leave you to wander alone? You think yourself strong in these parts, but this isn't no mountain!". With that, the white creature huffed. Turning their gaze away, I suppose they would have to tolerate this little thing longer then thought.

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@itsthedemontamer367

The dark sky rips apart into a flurry of glowing fire lights. The eyes of dark green are first seen, then a burning roar screams out. Cold brushed over the land despite the heat from such a being. The Creators had made yet another god, but to what cost but their view of the skies?

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@thechaoticsaisk

Where now will we wander? Now where will we run? Will the sky still shine as bright with us gone, or should we linger longer? I desire the night as you desire the light, but I wonder if we are even meant to wander so close to the sunsets? Suppose we will see...

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@sushiree

Desert rattles with twisting blizzards of sand and rock, tornados of wild winds that tear up the earth and rip at the brush that grows. The perfect conditions to feast on what poor souls are ripped from their dens. Only the keenest can survive in the wilds of the sands.

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@violetthunderstorm

Thunder roars and night turns to day. The strings of light touch the trees and set the world a'light. Fleeing below can't even escape the thunderous roars of the monster who hunts above.

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@leilanising Long calls echo out into the tall grasses. The herd carries on, their leader strong and carrying on. Their tail leads only prints in the clay and mud, for the strong storms shall guide them.

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@theofficalrocketcorp

A friend, or foe. They look as I but are far from. How strange a sight, but welcomed as so. Shall you follow me or will I follow you?

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@hellnahimout

A call, a wonder. A thought, a action. I see the world new in colors, but yet its not new. Why does everyone look at me so differently, is it my coat? I am not truly an eyesore, am I?

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@jayden-for-now

"Rude of you to fall into my swarm of fish. I was hunting." The fish spoke to the bird. The bird only blew out bubbles in confusion. Sighing, the fish scooped up the bird back to the water's surface. Perhaps this one is a baby fallen from clouds? Who knows, only that it sucks at swimming.

--------------------------------------------------------- I'd like to again thank you all for the requests. The next one will be up in the future. Keep those sticks ready to be thrown my way! <3

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do Malleus x Yuu or reader, it is in the future when they are married and have a son named (ironically) Tsunotaro. It is the celebration of either Yuus/ reader and Malleus wedding anniversary or their sons birthday. Everyone in the realm is invited/ their old school friends. Their ages normally at first due to his mothers human side and has her hair but the rest they have from their father. (Cute horns and all) Rollo (secret Yandere for them) is in attendance with his son Neige (snow in French) his mother died in childbirth and views Yuu/ reader as a mother figure since they are over at the kingdom quite a lot and play with the young prince. Leona’s son Sonbaai (sun bathe) is starting his first year at Night Raven College is in attendance reluctantly. (Doesn’t share his father’s laziness) the event is sabotaged and chaos ensues. Malleus and his family separated. Rollo set it all up, not giving up his goal from the masquerade event and offers them a place with him if they leave Malleus and their son behind. They refuse and he uses the chaos to trap the two and burn them alive. The reader is clutching Tsunotaro telling them it’s going to be okay as the fire they are trapped in worsens (maybe they are in a room or stuck) Tsunotaro and his mother are saved by either Sebek or Silver. the Queen is in severe condition, but Tsunotaro is unharmed as he is fire proof. They are helped by their Allie’s but the Queen is put into a coma for healing and Malleus wants vengeance and gathers his friends from their school days.

Jealousy Burns |  Yandere Rollo Flamm

Rollo would never hurt you

Or attempt to mortally wound you without guaranteeing your safety

Nor would he jeopardize his appearance in your eyes

Since you’ve met he’s already have the image of someone untrustworthy

But he’s grown and kept in touch with you to build something new

Slowly and quietly biding his time

“Congratulations on your…engagement.”

He’ll stifle it

Shove his anger down to fester and boil as he brews a plan

A plan that will leave you coming to him in the end

But he has to be careful

His enemy is wiser, older, and plenty protective of his spouse more than ever

But he’ll find a way

Find some easily manipulated pawns and begin an orchestra of a kingdom’s demise

It is his passion, afterall

The fire flower now cultivated into another blossom

A different color, a more volatile effect, and a more durable network of roots

He doesn’t plan them 

He has nothing to do with them

…but his followers on the otherhand…

His followers know better than to let his name even leave their lips, magicing themselves dead before they can even be tortured

So when the King and their spawn are rendered nearly comatose by the outbreak it’s easy for those nobles to push the human away

And its so easy for Rollo to open his doors and his aide…in your separate research

“I fear this new plant was a cross breed, with the one I used all those years ago….I am…so sorry.”

“Oh Rollo it’s okay. It’s not your fault!” 

Yes, it’s not his fault at all

So your guard is let down while you have his shoulder to cry on

A drop of mere suggestion as you share a spot of tea

“I’d hate to have your mind full of something so despairing….so how about I help distract you.”

[greenwitchcrafts]

Chamomile

Matricaria chamomilla (shown) | Chameamelum nobile

Known as: Chamaimelon, earth apple, German chamomile, ground apple, heermannchen chamaimelon, maythen, manzanilla, Roman chamomile, scented mayweed, whig plant & wild chamomile

Related plants: There are two species of chamomile, both are in the Asteraceae family (Roman chamomile & German chamomile) with plants that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within the order Asterales. They are commonly referred to as the aster, daisy, composite or sunflower family. I am from this point forward referring to Matricaria chamomilla in this post specifically.

Parts used: whole flower & leaves

Habitat & cultivation: This flowering plant is native to South-West Asia, Eastern & Southern Europe but can be found on almost  continents nowadays. The wild-growing chamomile species normally grow on sandy to loamy soils that are mostly acidic and should be open.

Plant type: Annual

Region: 5-9

Harvest: Can be harvested as soon as blooms have established which is about 10 weeks.

Growing tips: The roots of chamomile are shallow and just barely grip onto the top soil which makes it more sensitive to water conditions during the initial stages of growth when the plant is establishing itself. However once it's established, it is drought tolerant & need about an inch of water a week. Wait until after the last spring frost to add chamomile to your garden. It grows well in raised beds, containers, and in-ground gardens. Space chamomile plants 8 inches apart in full sun for best flowering. In hot climates, an area with partial afternoon shade is ideal.

Medicinal information: Chamomile has been used as a traditional medicine for thousands of years. A mouth rinse with chamomile might relieve mouth sores caused by cancer treatments. Some research suggests that chamomile could help with other conditions, like diarrhea in children, hemorrhoids, anxiety, and insomnia. When used on the skin, chamomile might help with skin irritation and wound healing. Some research has documented that it may be as effective as hydrocortisone cream for eczema.

Cautions: Most experts say chamomile is safe. It can cause drowsiness and, in large doses, vomiting. It also has the potential to trigger allergic reactions in people who are allergic to related plants in the daisy family, although such reactions are very rare. Given the lack of evidence about its long-term safety, chamomile is not recommended for people who are pregnant or chestfeeding.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Deities: Cernunnos, Karnaya, Mercury, Oshun, St.Anne & Sun gods

Magical uses:

• Burn as an incense to aid in sleep and meditation

• Plant around your house to ward against psychic or magickal attacks

• Wash your hands with chamomile before gambling to ensure good luck

• Use in an infusion to wash your thresholds to stop unwanted energies from passing through

• Place the flowers in your wallet to attract money

• Keep in a satchet to protect against physical or magickal danger

• Add to a dream pillow with lavender to ensure peaceful sleep

• Anoint a green candle with crushed chamomile for a simple money spell

• Steep in hot water, then sprinkle around yourself as a metaphysical barrier

• Add to spells to increase the chances of success

• Use in ritual baths with catnip and rose to attract a lover

• To alleviate overwhelming emotions, you can hold dry chamomile in your hands as you recite affirmations or prayers to ease the heart

[soulofapatrick]

Sanctuary - Nick Burkhardt x Female Reader

Summary: You go to Nick's after getting attacked Wesen

Words: 2.3k

Warning: Fighting; hurt x comfort

Y/N’s POV

The adrenaline surges through my veins, drowning out the pain from the attackers’ blows. All three are wesen, throwing words at me but I can barely hear them over the ringing in my ears, they’re growling something about being friends with a Grimm or something. Fear, anger and desperation collide within me as I manage to dig my elbow into one of their sides and he loses his grip on me enough for me to wriggle to freedom and make a break for it. 

I sprint through the dimly lit streets, each step being agony and I think I’ve definitely broken my ankle as pain radiates up my leg with each step. The only thought echoing through my mind is, “Gotta get to Nick’s.” My Fuchsbau instincts cream danger, urging me to push myself almost beyond my own limits. The night air bites at my skin, my own blood feeling warm as it seeps from all my injuries, but the urge to seek refuge at Nick’s house drives me forwards. I can’t let them catch me again, not when the safety of a Grimm and my friend awaits so close. 

My breaths come in ragged gasps, chest heaving, legs burning with exertion. The familiar route to Nick’s house feels longer tonight, every street corner a potential ambush. Yet, the determination to reach the one place I know they won’t come to fuels my sprint. 

Finally, the familiar facade of Nick’s house emerges, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I trip my way up the stairs on the porch and practically collapse against the door, my knuckles pounding against it, desperation evident in the urgency of my knocks. Every second feeling like an eternity until the door swings open and Nick is having to step forwards to catch me as my legs give way now the door isn’t there to support me and the adrenaline is fading into the blinding agony. 

“Y/N’s?! What… Wh-“ 

“They came out of nowhere,” I manage to choke out through the tears that bubbled up, making me choke, “They cut me, they tore at me, they…” 

Nick’s arms envelope me, holding me tightly against his chest. His touch feels like an anchor, grounding me amidst the chaos of my emotions. His face is buries in my hair, I feel the tremors of anger vibrating through me as his hisses, “Those bastards,” His voice is laced with a raw fury I’ve only heard once before, “I won’t let them get away with this.” 

His words though soft, resonate with a promise. A promise of protection, of retribution. His anger reverberates against my skin, soothing the ache of vulnerability with the reassurance that he’s willing to stand up for me despite his ancestors going out of their way to kill Wesen. I just cling to him, seeking solace in his embrace, grateful for the solidarity and the unspoken vow to right the wrongs inflicted upon us. 

Nick's reassurance is a steady comfort, his promise a shield against the darkness closing in. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, his voice now a soothing balm after the storm of anger. His hands move gently over my skin, rubbing away the residue of fear and pain.

I nod weakly, unable to voice my gratitude, and he leads me up the stairs to his room. The familiarity of his space brings a sense of safety, a respite from the chaos outside. He offers to run me a bath, but I shake my head, not ready to face the vulnerability of soaking in water when every touch stings and I’m gripping onto Nick’s sleeve not wanting him to leave me. 

“Hey,” his voice is a gentle caress, his hand covering mine that grips his sleeve tightly, “I’ll be right back, okay? Just going to grab the first aid kit.” 

Reluctantly, I release my grip, watching as he heads to the bathroom. Alone in his room, I take in the familiar surroundings—the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand, the reassuring scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It’s a respite from the chaos outside, a sanctuary in the midst of turmoil. I hear the faint sounds of Nick rummaging in the bathroom, a distant echo of comfort. In that feeling moment, I let myself breathe, trying to steady my nerves and wipe away the tears while awaiting his return. 

Less than a minute later, Nick reappears, first aid kit in hand. His presence aline brings a sense of security, the knowledge he’s here to help and trusts me enough to be in his room, to mend not just physical wounds but also the motional toll of the attack. 

He settles beside me once more, his touch gentle yet purposeful as he tends to the injury on my shoulder. The warmth of his care washes over me, a reminder that despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, there are allies, friends willing to stand by me. 

He reaches for a damp cloth, cleaning the blood from my face with careful strokes. His movements are tender, a silent understanding passing between us. I offer no resistance as, with my silent consent, he helps me shed the dirty, blood-stained clothes, leaving me in just my underwear before him. 

Awareness prickles along my skin, a sudden rush of self-consciousness as I sit there, exposed and vulnerable in front of Nick, my long-term crush. The air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken sentiments and a history that goes beyond mere friendship. I can’t help but wrap my arms around my already bruising sides, covering the galaxies of reds, purples, blues and greens from his sight and mine. 

My arms involuntarily wrap around my bruised sides, shielding the kaleidoscope of colours from both Nick’s sight and my own. Despite the comforting reassurance in his presence, the vulnerability of this moment hangs heavy in the air. 

A wave of emotions crashes over me, leaving me momentarily breathless. Before I can retreat further into myself, Nick’s rough yet gentle hands cups my cheek, guiding my face to look at him. His eyes hold a tenderness that sends a tremor through me. 

“Don’t hide.” He murmurs, his voice a soft reassurance, “You’re… beautiful.” 

His words hold a weight that goes beyond physical appearances. They echo with a understanding, a depth of connection that transcends the bruises and scars. For a moment, silence envelopes us, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a cocoon. 

In that suspended moment, I feel the shift in the air, a subtle change that sparks anticipation and nerves alike. Nick ducks his head towards me as if he’s going to kiss me and my pulse skyrockets as I must still be on the floor and the wesen have beaten me half to death. I must be dreaming this but no, Nick’s lips brush against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. 

The touch is gentle, a whispered promise of shared feelings, a tender exploration of them. His kiss holds a tenderness that mingles with he weight of unspoken words, a silent understanding passing between us in a stolen moment. But he’s pulling away almost too quickly, a nervous look in his eyes before we both break into relieved smiles. 

He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead, his touch lingering for a heartbeat longer, “I need to Monroe and Hank,” He says softly, his voice carrying a mixture of reassurance and a hint of lingering emotions, “Pick what you want from my wardrobe sweetheart, I’ll be right downstairs.” He goes to leave before pausing in the doorway, “You’re safe.” 

Watching him leave the room, I’m left sitting there, feeling a blend of emotions sweating within me. It’s a dizzying mix of elation and disbelief, a rush of happiness tempered by the weight of uncertainty. Nick’s reciprocal feelings, evident in tat fleeting kiss, send a surge of warmth through me, yet doubt lingers in the corners of my mind. 

In the quiet of his room, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. The realising that Nick might share the same feelings leaves me in awe, tingling sensation in my chest that’s both thrilling and overwhelming. 

I pull myself to my feet ignoring the pain in my ankle, hobbling to his chest of drawers and sifting through them, picking out some clothes, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. There’s a sense of joy and wonder at the prospect of Nick returning my affections, mingled with a hint of trepidation. If this is what they’re willing to do to me for being friends with Nick what would they do if they knew I was with Nick? 

I shake those thoughts from my head, getting dressed in the slightly oversized clothes before heading towards the stairs. Each step is a reminder of the lingering pain, but the warmth of Nick’s home offers solace and a sense of security. 

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Nick finishing up his call, likely with Hank. He rushes over as I approach, concern etched into his features. With careful guidance, he leads me to the couch, settling me down with gentle ease. 

In a rush of confidence, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and boldness, I reach out and grab the collars of his button-up shirt, tugging him closer. For a moment, it’s as if gravity itself conspires against us as he nearly topples over, catching himself of the back and arm of the sofa before he can fall onto me properly. A chuckle leaving him, a sound seems to soothe the lingering tension in the air. There’s a warmth in his laughter, an acknowledgement of the unexpected situation, yet his eyes hold a glimmer of affection. 

“Careful there,” He teases gently, adjusting his position to sit properly on the couch, our shoulders touching. The closeness feels both natural and electrifying but, it’s not enough for me. I need him closer, I need to kiss him again and it’s as if he’s thinking the same thing. He turns his head to face me, lips parted as if he’s going to say something but then those entrancing eyes flick down my own lips and it’s like all self-control snaps. 

His large hands are gripping my waist and carefully he’s sitting me on his lap so I’m straddling him, knees either side and injured ankle hanging off the couch and out of harms way. One of his hands moves up my side and to my cheek, eyes searching my face for any doubts before he’s drawing me into a much more heated kiss than before. 

The kiss is an inferno, a collision of emotions and unspoken yearnings. His lips, warm and inviting, meld with mine in a dance of passion and tenderness. There’s a hunger in the way out lips move together, each touch igniting a spark that blurs the lines between us. Nick’s scent surrounds me, a blend of his cologne and the natural warmth of his skin, an intoxicating mix that fills my sense. His hand, firm yet gentle on my cheek, anchors me in the moment, while my hands find their way to the front of his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons, needing to feel the skin beneath. 

As the kiss deepens, it feels like the world around us fades away, leaving only the heat of our connection, the rhythm of our heartbeats echoing in sync. Nick’s hand, initially resting on my cheek, moves to tangle in my hair, a silent invitation that sets my nerves alight. His other hand pulls me closer, drawing me flush against him, erasing any remaining distance between us. 

The kiss deepens even more, a silent battle for dominance as our desires collide. There’s a fiery passion in the way our lips move together, a dance of intertwined emotions and unspoken longing.

Feeling the tension between us, Nick tugs gently on my hair, eliciting a gasp that grants him entry. His tongue slips into the kiss, a rush of heat and longing intertwining with every movement. It's a dance of desire, a symphony of shared emotions as our tongues meet in a passionate tango, exploring, and claiming.

The symphony of our passion seems to carry us into a realm beyond the confines of times and space. Lost in the embrace of the moment, we barely register the sound of the front door opening. Hank, Rosalee and Monroe’s voices call out Nick’s name, their footsteps echoing through the house, shattering the intimacy between us. 

Before I can slide off Nick’s lap, three sets of footsteps echo into the room. Rosalee, ever perceptive, swiftly ushers Hank and Monroe straight past us and into the kitchen, an unspoken understanding flashing between our fleeting eye contact. 

There’s a fleeting moment of shock that lingers in the air, our gazes meeting with a shared sense of urgency. I scramble to disentangle myself from Nick's lap, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and the remnants of passion, crying out in pain at putting pressure on my ankle which has the three rushing back in. 

Nick, composed yet flustered, adjusts himself as we both regain our composure. The interruption feels like a cold splash of reality, abruptly yanking us back from the heated moment we shared and he’s helping me sit down again. Pressing another loving kiss to my forehead before murmuring, “Get some sleep, let me talk to them. I’ll be here when you wake.” 

I hesitate as Nick rises to his feet, eyes soft as he says one word quietly, “Sleep.”  And it’s the last thing I hear before I find myself passing out from exhaustion, a smile on my kiss-swollen lips. 

Grimm Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[fallloverfic]

I know not everyone has read the Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible, but there's an interesting section I think even some folks who did missed when it comes specifically to Mithrun and what he can and cannot do in re: taking care of himself. Spoilers for the manga. (And obviously to each their own headcanon, but I'm just looking at what's in the canon text)

On p.73 of the Delicious in Dungeon World Guide: The Adventurer's Bible, there's this bit of text in Mithrun's character section, "Even though he has no desires, he still has routine habits, so he can handle everyday life on his own. However, when he's in a dungeon, he tends to neglect things like eating and sleeping." Nowhere in there does it say anything about him needing help to bathe or go to the bathroom. We know Cithis is assigned to look after him (so that he "doesn't collapse during missions." (p.82)). We know from Daydream Hour that he at least seemingly needed help to bathe while he was recovering. It's possible he's since gotten over this and can do it on his own (one targeted focus of Milsiril helping him was to get him to keep himself clean).

Another note is that while Cithis does kind of leave things vague when asking Kabru to "see to his needs" (p.144, Volume 9, Chapter 61), the only thing she specifically tells Kabru to do is make sure Mithrun eats. Kabru is the one who takes it a lot farther. And while, yes, carrying Mithrun to safety and making sure he rests properly is a lot more than feeding him, it's also not "make sure he goes to the bathroom regularly". You could argue Cithis was just being delicate or they didn't have time... But still. Cithis didn't say this. She just says, "Until we do, we'd like you to see to his needs. Food in particular! Three meals a day. If you feed him properly... ...we'll overlook this incident." And this matches what the Adventurer's Bible says. In the Cithis comic in the Adventurer's Bible, the only things we see Cithis telling Mithrun to do are: eat, sleep, and switch out his clothes. While the clothes thing is kind of a question mark (and probably a joke), again: the only things we really see him having an issue/getting help with are really eating and sleeping properly. Principally, while it's clear he does need more help than just someone to feed him... the things we see Kabru do are adjacent to his eating and sleeping properly. Mithrun doesn't register a need to rest or eat, so he doesn't sleep or ask for food until he collapses. He's unable to sleep without aid (and a foot massage, to my knowledge, does not solve "uncomfortable but ignored need to go the bathroom"). And he generally tends to overuse his magic until he collapses. He doesn't like... collapse because he just forgot to go to the bathroom for too long. Nor does Kabru seemingly indicate that he smells. The one time he noticeably has an issue bathing is with the mushrooms, and Kabru seems to be going to the next level with making Mithrun's hair glossy, which implies maybe Kabru's either getting Mithrun better shampoo or cleaning and/or brushing Mithrun's hair himself. But outside the mushrooms it's not clear Mithrun needs the help bathing, and the difference might be because his body has changed completely due to the mushrooms.

Additionally, what does Cithis say when Mithrun is using his magic a lot on floor one: "We'll have to make sure Captain Mithrun eats soon. Once we're finished here, let's get some food in town." (p.146, Volume 8, Chapter 55). Again... all roads lead back to: he forgets to eat and sleep properly at least some of the time, and his comrades have to keep an eye on him for that. But that seems to kind of be it.

Where I think folks might be getting confused is in trusting Kabru's estimation of things a bit too much, and I do understand why. After all, he's the massage feet guy! He kept them alive (with Mithrun's help)! He helped Mithrun choose to live on! He knows his stuff!

...But that doesn't mean that Kabru is always right. In fact, he's not right a number of times in the manga (e.g., when he's describing Past!Mithrun in the Adventurer's Bible, or when he's trying to convince Laios to wait without explaining what happened to Marcille).

But let's start at the beginning: the one set of panels where it's left sort of open-ended whether or not Mithrun needs help to remember to go to the bathroom:

(I personally imagine Mithrun just going along with it in the end might be due to the fact he's exhausted to the point of collapse, and just generally goes along with what other people want in these situations so long as it doesn't endanger his mission, such as with Cithis and Fleki)

I just think it's interesting it never seems to come up anywhere else that I'm aware of (even Daydream Hour doesn't show the caretakers going to that level of care, though I imagine he would at least need help getting out of his bonds to go to the bathroom), nor do we see how this specific scenario - Kabru literally dragging Mithrun out of bed to go to the bathroom while Mithrun protests he's doesn't need to go - turned out. The scene literally fades to black while they're running; not that I'd expect Kui to draw Mithrun doing his business or Kabru forcefully encouraging him to, but it does still leave it more open-ended than clear-cut. You could argue that because bathroom stuff grosses people out a lot, bringing it up once twice and solely for a gag works, but also only showing this much and not bringing it up again makes sense as well, so the fact that it isn't clear-cut + isn't brought up again doesn't necessarily mean that Kabru was wrong in his belief that Mithrun needed this help, so much as it's practical storytelling... Also Kui literally has a whole comic about Laios' poop creating forests from makeshift toilets, this comic is not above literal toilet humor.

But also it still leaves open the idea that Kabru was wrong. Because while Kabru is often right about things, he isn't right all the time (especially when he panics). And one of the notable times he was panicking about something, Mithrun was the one who slapped him to his senses.

(I mean part of it was probably revenge for Kabru knocking him out at Sissel's home earlier but the point still stands). This isn't even the first time Mithrun calls out Kabru's wild imagination: it's technically the second/third.

Also as astroloquacious pointed out in the notes: Kabru's role model for caretaking was Milsiril, who was notably overbearing. Specifically before he is thrust into working with and then looking after Mithrun, he recalls a memory of Milsiril being overbearing in her caretaking of Kabru, and how he would rather stay in Merini with its dangers than return to that life. He probably internalized some of the stuff he disliked about her. And if Milsiril, who is a lot older than Kabru, can get stuff wrong about his needs, then who's to say that Kabru doesn't get stuff wrong about Mithrun's needs?

tldr; Believe what you want about this aspect of Mithrun's lifestyle. Not showing a thing doesn't make a heavily implied thing untrue. But I think the Adventurer's Bible is pretty clear. Also, according to the complete Adventurer's Bible, it seems Pattadol is still helping him a little post-Merini, and he's clearly not averse to having a helper (e.g., Fleki). I just don't think it's necessarily factual that Kabru is right in that Mithrun needs this level of care/attention in this particular area, particularly outside a dungeon.

[moni-logues]

Germs

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (gn)

Genre: comfort, sick fic, established relationship

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: When you come down with the flu, the last thing you expect is your germophobic boyfriend to come to your aid. But Hoseok is full of surprises.

Content: I mean, honestly, nothing, reader is ill.

A/N: I'm feeling rusty and tired so the aim is to get out some short little drabbly bits! this is one of them! I have just written it in the last hour; it is unbeta'd and honestly, not thought through at all and not edited lmao but it's Hobi and it's cute so.

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You took a stuttering breath in and then let out an unexpectedly forceful sneeze. Hoseok’s head immediately appeared around the kitchen door where he was cleaning up dinner. 

“Was that a sneeze?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“... No?”  

There was absolutely no denying but Hoseok had been telling you for two days now that you looked like you were coming down with something and you didn’t want him to be right. 

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, coming out of the kitchen fully. 

He threw a box of tissues at you and continued on to the bathroom, via the kitchen. When he came back, he sprayed the air in front of you with an antibacterial aerosol, he took out wipes for the TV control, your phone, the coffee table, the snacks on the table you had yet to open. He placed a glass of orange juice in your hand with vitamin C tablets and echinacea. He pressed a hand against your forehead and peered at you closely, looking for a glassy eye or unusual flush. He did all of this whilst wearing a mask.  

You had long given up trying to stop him—it was futile, which is why you had been so keen to deny the sneeze.  

When he was satisfied that you had taken the tablets and drunk your juice, he put a mask on you, too. 

“No taking chances, treasure. You are getting ill and I won’t have it.”  

You didn’t protest. You didn’t argue. Once he hit this point, there was no going back. You'd be sleeping in your own apartments for the next week at least. You also didn’t have the energy. Because you were pretty sure, too, that you were getting ill... If you were being honest.  

* 

The next morning hit you over the head with a sledgehammer. Your body was lead. Your head was an anvil. Even the blood in your veins felt sluggish. You were sweating under the bed covers, stifled. You used all your energy to smack your alarm clock into silence and pick up your phone. You sent a message to your boss to let them know you would not be coming into work. Then you let your phone drop somewhere in the bed and tried to go back to sleep. 

But sleep wouldn’t come. You tossed and turned but every position made you ache. You were too hot and too cold. Your head felt thick and muggy but you felt too alert to sleep. Everything was wrong.  

You wanted a cool flannel on your forehead and some hot, healing broth. You wanted a blanket and a blast of fresh air. You wanted a cold shower and a nice, hot bath.  

You wanted a cuddle. You accepted that this would not be coming from your germophobic boyfriend, but a stuffed animal really wasn’t cutting it. You sent him a plaintive text and received a string of exclamation marks and emojis in return. He promised to send you soup but you wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed to receive it. He promised to send you medicine, but same deal.  

You knew it wouldn’t actually make the illness leave you any faster or make any physical difference to your body; you just wanted him close to you. His heart-shaped lips on your forehead, his long arms around your waist, his clean, musky smell. The comfort you felt in his arms, the security, the safety, the softness. You knew he wouldn’t come. He was an angel in all ways but his penchant for cleanliness. You knew his care-taking could not extend to comforting you while you were ill. It was just his thing. He had never said as much but you watched him clean feverishly; you had to listen to his chastising of you whenever you didn’t clean something the right way or enough or just let him do it. He was a perfectionist and it extended into every area of his life. Including germs. And you were riddled with them.  

You left your phone ignored and sank back into the damp, sweaty sheets and tried again to find sleep. 

* 

It did, eventually, find you and you woke, hours later, to the echoing sound of knocking and a buzzing sensation somewhere near your legs. You flung your arm around beneath the duvet to find your ringing phone and answered it, speaking your very first words of the day. 

“Hello?”  

You sounded even worse than you thought you would. 

“Ohh, my girl, you sound so bad.” Hoseok sounded genuinely sympathetic. “Come and let me in, will you? I’ve been knocking at your door for ages.” 

It must have been a fever dream. Hoseok at your door? Hoseok entering the sick bay? Surely not. But the knocking came again from the other side of your apartment and his voice rang through the phone, asking to be let in.  

“Ok, hold on,” you wheezed into the phone before hanging up. 

With tremendous effort, you pulled your leaden body into a sitting position and gave yourself a few seconds to balance yourself. Then you stood carefully and shuffled to the front door. You had to pause, holding yourself up on the door frame, exhausted from the short walk there. You weren’t entirely sure you were not about to pass out and if that was going to happen, you really had to open the door before it. So you took a deep breath and pulled it open. 

Hoseok gasped and immediately put his arm around your waist, taking your weight on him as you stepped backwards and let him into the apartment. You let him lead you back into the bedroom but he took one look at the bed and steered you out again, setting you down gently on the sofa. He was still wearing a mask and you saw him click open a small bottle of hand sanitiser from the bag he’d brought with him.  

“Have some water,” he said gently, placing a bottle on the coffee table in front of you, alongside some painkillers and yet more vitamin C.  

Then he disappeared and you heard him fussing in the bedroom. He came out with an armful of laundry and put it in the washing machine. He walked back into the bedroom where he fussed some more. He took several trips back and forth between the supplies he had brought with him and your bedroom. He checked in on you to make sure you were drinking the water he’d brought. He made you a cup of herbal tea. You heard the fridge open and shut but couldn’t see what he’d been putting in or taking out.  

At some point, you nodded off again, this time sweating into the sofa cushions and shivering with no blanket. When you woke up, you had been transported.  

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow; the sheets you were lying on were crisp and clean and smelt fresh like detergent; the air smelt fresh, too, clean, not too strong. You were too warm, again, but it wasn’t just your body this time. It was the body of the man pressed against you, his arms around you, his head resting against yours. 

“Hobi?” you asked, your voice not quite yet woken from your sleep. You cleared your throat and tried again.  

He pulled back to look at you. 

“Hey, treasure, are you feeling any better?” His voice was soft and quiet, as if being too loud might hurt you.  

His fingers were light as they brushed against your cheek. His lips were as soft as you wanted when he pressed them to your forehead. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked.  

“What do you mean? I’m here to take care of you! Of course I am!” 

You couldn’t work out if it was your flu-riddled brain that was making you stupid or that Hoseok really wasn’t making sense. 

“Why would you take care of me? I’m ill.” 

“Yes, that’s why you need taking care of. Has the fever fried your brain that badly?” 

You used what little strength you possessed to push back from him. You looked up at him with a deep frown and his pretty, open face looked back, his lips lifted at the corners in a gentle smile, his eyes sparkling, his hair falling slightly into his eyes.  

“But I have germs. You hate germs.” 

He chuckled and pulled you back into him, pressing a kiss into your hair. 

“I hate germs,” he conceded. “But I love you.” 

[apollodarling-writes]

Hey can do yandere killua x fem reader hsc please 🙏

YANDERE KILLUA HCS:

desc: fem!reader x yan! killua zoldyck

MINORS AGED UP!!

cw: murder, kidnapping, major character death, non-con implications, baby trapping kinda???, brainwashing,

Killua would become yandere for someone who has a very caring heart or maybe isn't able to protect themselves properly. Maybe he met you through Gon or maybe he met you in a town after you bumped into him (it would actually be the other way around, but he would never admit it).

Killua would get your number and would text you often, only looking for a friendship at first.

Of course, it grows over time and at a rapid rate.

Killua loves when you check up on him or patch up his injuries, giving them a soft kiss through the band-aids.

Killua would find himself hanging out with you more often, with Gon at first, but eventually it becomes the two of you, Killua keeping his meetings with you from his best friend.

Killua would insist on walking you home one day under the guise of being concerned for your safety (that too) but was actually interested in memorizing the route to your house.

Killua would watch over you like your own secret guardian angel when he isn't busy.

Killua would definitely send you anonymous love letters, jewelry, flowers, food, and the like.

Killua's love language would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch, so expect this to increase tenfold as a yandere. He wants to monopolize you.

Killua would kill anyone whose gaze lingered on you for too long, memorizing their face and making sure to sneak away for a moment so he can take care of the job. He'd kill anyone who would speak more than two words to you and he would make sure that Gon knows you belong to him and he to you.

Kurapika and Leorio would think you're pretty, both mentioning it in passing and turning up dead the next day.

Poor Gon, not knowing that his friend was someone completely different than he thought.

Killua would part ways with Gon shortly after realizing he's in love with you and likely rejoining his family, rising the ranks as the Heir faster than they would have previously thought.

Killua spends every waking moment daydreaming about you. What would your kids look like? What kinds of sounds would you make when he makes love to you? What kind of wedding should the two of you have?

Killua orders a separate house to be made for the two of you on his family estate and kidnaps you as soon as your room is done and the home is decorated the same way yours is. He thinks you'd feel more comfortable that way.

Upon kidnapping you, he warns you that Mike eats people and should you try to leave, he had ordered Mike to return you to him.

Killua prepares baths for you and washes you body against your will.

Killua has Illumi plant a needle in your head, making you believe that you had always loved him and that you agreed to come with him.

Killua makes love to you that night, cumming inside you until he collapses in hopes of getting you pregnant.

Killua gets married to you not long after that, the two of you making love until you pass out, and even then Killua is still pumping cum into you, praying that you'll get pregnant this time.

[apas-95]

On the subject of gun use - lead exposure and contamination are extremely underdiscussed, despite their importance.

When it comes to lead exposure from guns, it's down to ammunition. Bullets will generally be made from lead or a lead alloy, and will release lead particles when striking a surface. Primers will often contain lead styphnate, and release lead fumes and particulate during combustion. Surfaces in areas where guns are fired, like ranges, will accumulate lead particles; handling ammunition will transfer lead particles to the hands; and lead particulate will be deposited on the surroundings and inhaled when firing a gun. Lead particulate will remain airborne for a long time, and will deposit onto clothing, exposed skin, hair, and objects. Lead deposited onto the hands will be ingested when eating, drinking, or smoking. Once ingested, lead will remain in soft tissue, like the liver and brain, and become stored in bones and teeth. Long-term lead exposure can cause a number of physical illnesses, alongside cognitive impairment and anger issues. Lead exposure is especially harmful to small animals, such as pets, who can be exposed through contaminated clothing and objects.

Avoiding lead contamination is, evidently, important. The most simple measures are handwashing and isolating contaminated objects. Carrying out a proper handscrub, and never eating with bare hands at a shooting range or while shooting - using a wrapper as a barrier, for example - can help deal with lead contamination immensely, and can be aided by wearing shooting gloves. When returning home from a range or after shooting, clothes should be taken off and washed separately, and you should immediately bathe thoroughly. Bringing a change of clothes with you, to change into before returning home, can reduce some of the lead you'll be exposing your living spaces to, and, especially if you live with small animals, it's important to clean off surfaces that contaminated objects have come into contact with, as animals will tend to lick their paws and thereby ingest lead. LeadOff and D-Lead wipes will bond to lead particulate, and can be used to clean surfaces and skin after lead exposure, alongside deleading soaps which can be especially useful for cleaning the body. Wearing a respirator, or even a facemask, while shooting can reduce lead inhalation, which is an especially potent source of lead exposure. Shooting outdoors and attending outdoor ranges can also reduce lead exposure in the first place.

Using guns requires responsibility, not just for safe handling of the gun during its use, but for long-term safety as well. Lead contamination doesn't just harm yourself, it harms those close to you. At the very least, I believe we can all see the problem in those spending the most time around guns inevitably developing psychological irritability and mood disorders.

[cowboydisaster]

Daddy Dutch HCs about an F!reader who is smart yet bratty, but also inexperienced in a lot of ways and tries to hide it by being a smartass? i.e: being a virgin, never having drank herself, etc., Arthur too if you want. NSFW or SFW, or both!

Headcanons: Dutch x inexperienced reader

a/n: hello everyone I'm officially back with my first piece of content since my little hiatus!! Hope you enjoy, love y'all <3 Sfw and nsfw headcanons are separated and labeled!

Dutch is shocked when he finds out how inexperienced you are. You talk with such bravado. He was damn near sure that you had as much experience as any of the other gang members. How wrong he was.

your first drink:

The first time Dutch takes you out for drinks, and you admit you've never touched a bottle before, he's floored. "You mean to tell me that- a sight as fine as yourself, and you've never had someone buy you a drink before?" He'll chuckle, sliding a bill fold across the bar. He'll buy you your first drink with some light teasing. You meet his teasing head on, using your quick tongue to defend yourself.

He makes sure you drink responsibly. He wants you to have fun, but he doesn't want you getting hurt, sick, or arrested. Dutch will drink less that night to keep a close eye on you and ensure your safety.

He'll help you ride home, pulling your back against his chest in the saddle to aid you in safely returning to camp.

Dutch will get you comfortable in his bed, making sure to have some tonics, cold, wet towels, and water on standby for your inevitable first hangover.

your first smoke:

Again, Dutch is shocked when he finds out that you've never smoked. Immediately, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from inside his coat pocket and lights a match on his boot.

"Just like this, my dear. Watch me." He'll whisper, bringing the cigarette close to his lips, "First you want to pull the smoke into your mouth and let it sit for a moment, then inhale it down to your lungs."

Dutch takes a pull from the cigarette before exhaling it through his nostrils. Them he's passing it over to you.

You follow his instructions but still wind up coughing the smoke back up.

The next day, Dutch will buy you a pack of premium cigarettes from the store, telling you that "Practice makes perfect."

⚠️ NSFW:

Dutch catches on to your inexperience by the time you tell him you're a virgin. He's not so surprised.

He'll kiss your neck, feel the jumping nervousness under your pulsepoint while his hands search your body.

"Why don't you let me show you, my darling?" He'll ask in between kisses. "I'll make you feel incredible."

When you give him your consent, Dutch won't talk you through everything, but he will focus intently on your face and composure, making sure that you feel good and are comfortable.

He'll dirty talk. A lot. This man gets off on praising and worshipping you. Expect: "You're so beautiful.", "You're doing so well.", "Just like that.", "Does that feel good?", "Perfect."

He's poetic in bed, you find. "Nothing, in all my years, has amounted to your beauty." He'll whisper against your ear.

Again, he worships you. Especially because you're new at this, but your pleasure always comes first. He can't get enough of it. The way your face draws up when you experience bliss for the first time with him-- he's obsessed. It's almost too much, how many times he'll bring you over the edge.

He's not a big cuddler when it comes to aftercare. He's more the type to clean you up and take care of you. He'll give you a bath, clean you up, and read to you while you soak in the hot water. He'll pour you a drink and ask you how you feel; if you're okay/comfortable/have any regrets. Which you don't of course. He's a gentleman the entire time, making you feel safe and loved.

bonus: This man is obsessed with forehead kisses. He kisses your forehead when he first slides in, and every time he praises you, he's pressing his lips to your forehead with his eyes squinted shut in pleasure.

[yujo-nishimura]

Impel Down Chaos - Head Canon

Okay, I did it. And I am sooooo enjoying writing this - a deeply in love Y/n and a very clueless Captain Buggy - I want to write this head canon as funny and as chaotic as it can get.

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, SFW for now and a lot of goof, English is not my native language

You had always considered yourself an incredibly fortunate girl, but today marked a great departure from that belief. Seated on a chilly stone bench, dressed in your new black and white striped outfit, your wrists bound tightly by handcuffs behind unyielding iron bars, you found yourself confined within Impel Down—the world's most renowned and impregnable prison. Maybe you were actually lucky to finally see this infamous building from the inside - but it would have been a more pleasant experience if you had been a mere visitor and not a criminal. 

Earlier, you had been leisurely strolling through town, intending to gather supplies for the ship. You were not aware that fate led you down a path that crossed with the only street where numerous Navy officials had assembled. They were busy examining updated wanted posters, one of them including to be yours with a very new, very beautiful picture of yourself. Lost in a daydream about your flashy captain, you accidently walked straight into their midst, surprising both them and yourself. In that moment, you never suspected the dangerous trap into which your steps had unwittingly led you.

The sheer number of fifteen Navy officials proved overwhelming, leaving you helpless and unable to defend yourself. Before you could even entertain second thoughts about venturing alone from the safety of your ship, you found your hands restrained by handcuffs, a gag stifling your voice, and were forcefully carried aboard the Navy vessel.

You let out a heavy sigh as you gazed down at the shackles that bound your wrists now. The mere act of being brought into this prison had already instilled in you a profound fear, heightened further by the piercing screams of tortured prisoners that vibrated through the air. 

Seated within the confines of a cramped cell on Level 1, you found yourself surrounded by fellow male inmates, their eyes gleaming with an unsettling desire. Upon your arrival, the navy officials had instructed you to wait until they could locate a female guard to escort you to the women's prison. However, what seemed like a mere half-hour had stretched into an eternity, leaving you still perched upon the cold bench. You could feel the weight of the gazes from approximately ten men fixated upon you, their eyes undressing you in an unholy manner, while whispering to each other about your arrival.

You did not know how long these pirates had been imprisoned for, but it was evident that they had not known the comforts of a bath or the company of a woman for an extended period of time. 

You thought of your crew and your captain - would they know about what had happened to you? Would they come and rescue you? You thought of Cabaji and Mohji, being all eager and motivated to sail to your rescue. However, you couldn't help but acknowledge their inherent cowardice, knowing that once they discovered the location of your captivity, their bravery might just disappear and they would dig you a grave with some withering flowers on a random island. But your Captain, would he come to rescue you? There was no other person on the Grand Line you admired more than Buggy the Clown, but you were not sure if he felt the same for you. You had done everything to get his attention until he finally agreed on letting you join his crew. Since that day you felt you were the happiest girl on the whole wide ocean, having already found your personal One Piece in form of a goofy, selfish and always angry clown. 

Yet, deep down, a nagging doubt crept into your thoughts. You couldn't shake the feeling that the Buggy Pirates would not come to your aid. Their ship lacked the capability to navigate the treacherous calm belt, and their crew, while being motivated and loyal, wasn't known for their exceptional strength. Breaking into the formidable fortress of a prison seemed far beyond their capabilities.

You let out another sigh, accidentally drawing the attention of the men surrounding you once again. One of them, with teeth nearly as dark as obsidian, attempted a smile as he addressed you. "You seem down, Missy. How about we liven things up a bit, eh?" His words were promptly echoed by another man, sporting an overgrown blonde mohawk. He exuded an air of danger, matched only by the apparent lack of intelligence on his face. "Yeah, why not have some fun together before you have to bid us farewell?"

You gulped, fear pressing on your lungs and your heart, rendering you unable to speak. The two guys now walked slowly towards you, laughing in anticipation, knowing you had no chance against them without a weapon and without backup. 

Just as one of the men stood before you, his hand reaching out to touch your arm, a scream of terror escaped your lips. In a twist of fate, the cell door swung open in the same moment, and another prisoner was forcefully thrown inside, drawing the attention away from you, if only for a brief moment.

“You damn bastards, that is not how you treat a renowned pirate captain!”, a familiar voice echoed through the cell, making you immediately getting up from your seat. Dressed in the same prisoner's clothes as you, his long blue hair pulled back in a ponytail, the familiar red nose shining in the darkness of the cell, sitting on his bum was your captain - Buggy the clown!

"Captain!" you exclaimed, leaping towards him in sheer delight, only to restrain yourself at the last moment, suppressing the overwhelming urge to envelop him in a tight passionate hug.

"Y/n!" he responded, clearly taken aback by your presence. Rising to his feet, it dawned on him that he still had at least one loyal crew member left to give orders to. "You've come to rescue me, right?" you pleaded, clasping your hands together, tears welling up in your eyes as you regarded your clown captain as if he were the second coming of Jesus on an Easter holiday. For a brief moment, he appeared dumbfounded, but then he burst into laughter. "Yes, my dear Y/n! It was all part of my grand plan to willingly get captured, brought here, and locked up, all in order to uncover a means of escape for the both of us. I never, ever just got caught by the marines and tossed in here because I happened to take a wrong turn in town. That would never happen to the great Buggy the Clown!"

"I knew it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your joy, as you almost broke into a spontaneous dance around Buggy. However, the gravity of your current situation quickly brought you back to reality, and you leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, "They're planning to transfer me out of here soon, on account of being a woman, and these guys around us have already started making unwanted advances..."

Buggy stared back at you, his face etched with a perplexed expression, seemingly unable to grasp the severity of the situation and what you meant. 

"Don't worry, Y/n," he reassured you, a hint of cluelessness in his voice. "In prison, we're all treated equally... equally poorly, that is! The Navy's idea of justice seems to involve tormenting everyone indiscriminately."

"But Buggy...!" you exclaimed, desperately gesturing towards your chest and hips, hoping to draw his attention to your unmistakable feminine features. "I can't be treated the same as these... men!"

Buggy glanced at your attire, seemingly misinterpreting your concerns. "Ah, your clothes! Fear not, we shall retrieve them! Just like they've taken mine and my precious hat, robbing me of everything important to me. But don't you worry, Y/n, that doesn't change the fact that I am still your captain!"

"Are you two finished with your chit-chat?" interjected the persistent man from earlier, intruding once more and extending his arm, evidently trying to resume his unwelcome advances.

"We are most certainly not finished!" your captain interjected, swiftly coming to your rescue by forcefully pulling you away from the persistent individual, yet again misreading the situation. 

"How dare you attempt to take away my one and only loyal crew member! Y/n will come up with a brilliant plan to free us from this wretched place!" Buggy declared with unwavering confidence. 

"Me?" you exclaimed, caught off guard by his declaration, yet simultaneously feeling a delightful warmth spread through you from Buggy's firm touch. 

The situation was undeniably bleak, yet in the midst of it all, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer handsomeness of your captain. As fate would have it, this forced enclosure within the confines of the prison presented an opportunity for you to finally confess your feelings to him. You were never alone on board the ship. Now it was just him, you and some stinky fellow prisoners. This was finally your chance. Your day had come. Now you only needed to convince him of your loyalty, beauty and charm. Maybe after all you were still the lucky girl that you used to be. 

“My plan…!”, you started to say, without even knowing what your plan was. As he nodded in understanding, his magnificent blue locks fell over his strong, broad shoulders. It was a sight you had never seen before, and you silently expressed gratitude to the damn guards of Impel Down for confiscating his hat and bandana, allowing you to witness this mesmerizing sight.

"I'm all ears, Y/n. By the way, did those guards harm you when they dragged you in here? Your nose is bleeding...!" Buggy exclaimed, concern etched across his face.