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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.”

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Shadows and Sanctuary

Chapter 5 of The Game of Seduction

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Summary: After a violent encounter with her dangerous past, Y/N is reluctantly taken to Lando's private estate for safety, where unspoken tensions and vulnerabilities surface. As they navigate their mutual frustrations and guarded truths, their growing connection becomes both a comfort and a potential threat in the dangerous world they inhabit.

WC: 3.4k

Warnings: Violence, Power Imbalances, Emotional Distress, Psychological Tension, Stalking.

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The drive to Lando’s private estate was tense and silent, the atmosphere in the car heavy with unspoken emotions. 

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed out the window as the city lights blurred past. Her injured arm rested in her lap, bandaged hastily by Lando after he found a first-aid kit in her shattered apartment. The swelling on her cheek and the cuts along her arms made her look more vulnerable than she wanted, but she didn’t flinch when Lando glanced her way. 

In the back seat, Oscar remained quiet, his phone in his hand as he sent rapid messages to Lando’s men. Orders to find Malik, to track every move he made, and to ensure he didn’t come near Y/N again. 

Lando was quiet, but not because he didn’t have anything to say. His mind churned with questions—questions Y/N clearly had no intention of answering. 

By the time they reached the estate, the tension between them was thick enough to cut.  

Once they parked at Lando’s estate, the sprawling mansion was bathed in moonlight, its high gates and tall walls a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just left behind. 

“You’ll stay here tonight,” Lando said as they walked toward the entrance, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning to face him. “I didn’t agree to this.” 

Lando’s jaw tightened. “You don’t have to.” 

--- 

Of course, he thought he could control everything. Lando Norris, the untouchable mob boss, giving orders as if my life was just another asset in his empire. 

I was too tired to argue. The throbbing pain in my arm and ribs, the lingering sting of Malik’s words, and the destruction of my apartment had worn me down. For now, I’d let Lando think he’d won. 

But this wasn’t over. 

“Fine,” I said, my voice sharp. “But don’t expect me to thank you.” 

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he opened the door without a word, motioning for me to enter. 

The house was just as I’d imagined—sleek, modern, and cold. Everything about it screamed control, from the polished marble floors to the strategically placed art on the walls. It felt more like a fortress than a home, and somehow, that felt fitting for a man like Lando. 

“You’ll stay in the guest suite upstairs,” he said, gesturing toward a wide staircase. “Oscar will stay nearby to ensure no one gets in.” 

“No one’s getting in,” I shot back, my tone laced with sarcasm. “Your gates are bigger than most prisons.” 

Lando’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t take the bait. “Humor me.” 

--- 

Y/N moved through the grand entryway of Lando’s home with purposeful strides, ignoring the heaviness in her body. The polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of dim lighting, and the air was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos she’d just escaped. 

“Where’s the guest room?” she asked flatly, her voice cutting through the silence. 

“You’re not going to bed like that,” Lando replied, his voice calm but firm. 

She turned to him, her brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?” 

“You’re hurt,” he said, stepping closer. His gaze dropped to her bandaged arm, then to the small cut on her cheek and the way she cradled her ribs as if every breath pained her. “That half-assed wrap isn’t going to cut it. You need your wounds treated properly.” 

“They’re fine,” she snapped, brushing past him. 

“Stop being stubborn, Y/N,” he said, his tone sharper now. 

“I don’t need your help,” she shot back, spinning on her heel to glare at him. 

Lando’s jaw tightened, his patience clearly wearing thin. “You can’t even lift your damn arm, and you’re standing here acting like you’re invincible.” He stepped closer, his voice softening. “Sit down. Let me help you.” 

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her pride warring with the exhaustion and pain she couldn’t ignore. “Lando—” 

“Sit. Down,” he interrupted, his voice low but commanding. 

The weight of his gaze was enough to break her resistance. With a frustrated sigh, Y/N sank onto the couch in the living room, muttering under her breath. 

“This doesn’t mean I need you,” she grumbled. 

Lando ignored the comment, walking to a nearby cabinet and returning with a first-aid kit. He crouched in front of her, the tension in the air shifting as he carefully unwrapped her arm. 

--- 

The silence between them was heavy as Lando worked, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the cuts along her arm. His touch was firm but careful, the occasional brush of his fingers against her skin sending an unexpected warmth through her. 

Y/N watched him from beneath her lashes, her guard wavering. She wasn’t used to this—someone taking care of her, someone seeing her at her weakest. 

“You don’t have to do this,” she said quietly, her voice lacking its usual bite. 

Lando didn’t look up. “Yes, I do.” 

His response surprised her, and she searched his face for any sign of mockery or condescension. There was none. Just focus, mixed with a flicker of something softer. 

When he moved to her ribs, she flinched instinctively. 

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low. “I won’t hurt you.” 

She hesitated, then let out a slow breath, allowing him to lift her shirt just enough to assess the bruises forming along her side. His touch was clinical, yet the warmth of his hand lingered. 

“These are going to hurt for a while,” he said, his tone quiet but steady. “You’re lucky nothing feels broken.” 

“Lucky,” she repeated, her lips curving into a faint, bitter smile. 

Lando paused, his eyes meeting hers. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. Whether you like it or not.” 

Her breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice chipping away at her defenses. 

--- 

I hated how vulnerable I felt, sitting here with Lando kneeling in front of me, his hands tending to my wounds like I was something fragile. But what I hated even more was the strange sense of safety creeping into my chest. 

His focus, his touch, the quiet determination in his voice—it all felt... disarming. 

“I’m not used to this,” I admitted softly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. 

Lando’s hands stilled for a moment before he resumed wrapping my ribs. “Used to what?” 

“Letting someone else help,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Maybe you should be.” 

The weight of his words settled between us, and for the first time in years, I felt my walls begin to crack. 

“Thank you,” I said, the words awkward but sincere. 

His lips quirked into a faint smile. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

I rolled my eyes, the smallest smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “Don’t push your luck.” 

Lando chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased. 

But as he finished wrapping my ribs and began cleaning the cut on my cheek, the reality of the night crept back in. 

“Whoever that was,” he said softly, his tone careful, “he’s not going to come near you again. I’ll make sure of it.” 

His words were meant to comfort, but they sent a chill down my spine. Because no matter how much Lando tried to protect me, there were some ghosts he couldn’t fight. 

And Malik was one of them. 

--- 

Once Y/N was settled in the guest suite, I returned to my office, shutting the door behind me with more force than necessary. 

I couldn’t get the image of her apartment out of my mind—the overturned furniture, the broken glass, the splintered doorframe. Someone had gone there to send a message, and from the look on her face, she knew exactly what that message was. 

But she wasn’t talking. 

I sank into my chair, staring at the phone on my desk. Oscar’s earlier report had been thorough, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. 

Dialing a secure line, I waited as the call connected. 

“Boss,” Oscar’s voice came through, low and steady. 

“Did you get anything on him?” I asked. 

“Not yet,” Oscar admitted. “But I’ve got men digging into it. This guy is a ghost—he’s not in any of our usual systems. But we’ll find him.” 

I exhaled sharply, my fingers drumming against the desk. “What’s your take on her?” 

Oscar hesitated. “She’s hiding something. That much is obvious.” 

“She told me it wasn’t my concern,” I muttered, the memory of her defiance making my jaw clench. “But whoever he is, he’s her past. And now he’s in my world.” 

Oscar paused again before adding, “You think she’s a liability?” 

I didn’t answer right away. Liability or not, Y/N had a way of getting under my skin. And that made her dangerous in more ways than one. 

--- 

Y/N couldn’t sleep. 

The guest suite was luxurious, the bed more comfortable than anything she’d ever slept on, but the events of the night replayed in her mind like a broken record. Malik’s smirk, his threats, the way he’d torn through her apartment like it was nothing—it all lingered, refusing to let her rest. 

The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled her from her thoughts. 

She sat up, her heart pounding, until a soft knock came at the door. 

“Y/N, it’s me,” Lando’s voice called through the wood. 

She sighed, throwing the covers off and padding to the door. When she opened it, Lando stood there, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp, studying her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. 

“Did you come to check on me or interrogate me?” she replied, leaning against the doorframe. 

He smirked faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Both.” 

She crossed her arms, tilting her head. “If you want answers, you’re not going to get them tonight.” 

Lando’s expression darkened, his smirk fading. “Someone came after you, tore apart your apartment, and left you bleeding in the street. That’s not just your problem anymore.” 

Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down. “You don’t own me, Lando.” 

“No,” he said quietly, his voice laced with frustration. “But you’re in my world now. And that means whoever’s after you is my problem, whether you like it or not.” 

Y/N stared at him, her resolve wavering under the weight of his words. She hated that he was right. 

Finally, she stepped back, motioning for him to enter. “Fine. You want answers? Sit down.” 

Lando’s eyes flickered with surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He walked into the room, his movements calm and controlled, as if he hadn’t just shattered another piece of her carefully constructed walls. 

As Y/N closed the door behind him, she knew one thing for certain. 

The truth she was about to tell him would change everything 

--- 

Y/N paced the guest suite, her bare feet soundless against the plush rug. The oversized T-shirt she wore, one of Lando’s, hung loosely on her frame, brushing against her thighs. It smelled faintly of him—clean, sharp, with a hint of the cologne he always wore. 

Her torn, bloodied clothes had been discarded in the bathroom, a grim reminder of the night’s chaos. Her arm still throbbed where Malik had grabbed her, and her ribs ached with every breath, but it wasn’t the physical pain that weighed on her. 

Lando sat in one of the armchairs, his gaze never leaving her. He didn’t look angry or impatient. He looked... calculating. Like he was picking apart every movement, every hesitation, every word she hadn’t yet said. 

“You’re just going to sit there and stare at me?” she finally snapped, her voice tight with frustration. 

“You’re not giving me much choice,” he replied evenly, his tone calm but firm. 

Y/N exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. 

“His name is Malik,” she said finally, her voice steady but cold. “He’s... someone from my past. Before Europe.” 

Lando leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. “Go on.” 

She met his gaze, her jaw tightening. “I knew him when I lived in the Caribbean. We... had history. It didn’t end well, and I left. That’s it.” 

“That’s it?” Lando’s brow furrowed, his disbelief evident. 

“Yes,” she said sharply. “That’s it. He shouldn’t even be here.” 

Lando’s brows drew together. “And yet, here he is. Tearing through your apartment like a man with a vendetta.” 

“He has nothing to do with what I’m doing now,” she said quickly, meeting his gaze with defiance. “Whatever this is... it’s personal. And I’m handling it.” 

“Handling it?” Lando stood, his voice rising slightly. “That’s what you call this? Bleeding, bruised, and with nowhere safe to go?” 

--- 

She was lying. 

Not completely, but enough that I could feel it. Every instinct I had told me she wasn’t giving me the full story. And why would she? Y/N had built walls around herself so high, I was surprised she’d let me this close. 

But Malik wasn’t just some guy from her past. The destruction in her apartment, the way she fought him, the way she shut down when I pressed her—it was bigger than she wanted me to believe. 

“You don’t run from someone like that for no reason,” I said, my tone calm but firm. “What aren’t you telling me?” 

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she stayed rooted in place, her fingers gripping the chair like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. 

“Drop it, Lando,” she said, her voice colder now. 

“No,” I shot back. “Not when someone’s breaking down doors and leaving you bleeding in the street.” 

Her grip tightened, her knuckles white. “I told you. I have it handled.” 

“Clearly, you don’t,” I snapped, standing now. “If you did, your apartment wouldn’t look like a war zone, and you wouldn’t be here wearing my damn shirt.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

She was infuriating. 

Every word out of her mouth was another wall going up, another excuse to keep me at arm’s length. She was hiding something, that much was obvious, but it wasn’t just about Malik. 

Her words were deliberate, controlled, like she’d rehearsed this story in her head. 

“You’re not telling me everything,” I said, stepping closer. 

Her jaw tightened, her arms crossing defensively. “I’ve told you what you need to know.” 

“Not even close,” I shot back. “If you don’t trust me enough to tell me what’s really going on, then why are you here?” 

She hesitated, her eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to mine. “I didn’t ask to be here, Lando. You decided that for me, remember?” 

--- 

I wanted to scream. 

Lando Norris had a way of making you feel small and exposed without even raising his voice. The intensity in his gaze, the sharpness in his tone—it cut through me in a way I hated. 

“You think I’m hiding something?” I said, forcing myself to stand tall despite the pain in my ribs. “Fine. Maybe I am. But let me ask you this—how much of your world have you let me into? How much of your trust have you given me?” 

His expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he stared at me. 

“That’s what I thought,” I said bitterly, turning away. 

But before I could take a step, he grabbed my arm—not hard, but enough to stop me. 

“Don’t turn this around on me,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “I’m not the one with someone like Malik tearing down my door.” 

I jerked my arm free, my voice rising. “And I’m not the one with an empire full of secrets!” 

His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. I knew he was right—I didn’t have it handled. Malik’s presence wasn’t just a problem; it was a threat I couldn’t ignore. But I wasn’t about to let Lando see that. 

“Why do you even care?” I asked, my voice rising. “I’m nothing to your world, remember? I’m just a distraction.” 

His expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he stared at me. For a moment, I thought he might actually answer. But instead, he shook his head, his frustration evident. 

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, turning toward the door. 

“Fine. Walk away,” I called after him, my anger boiling over. “It’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” 

He stopped in the doorway, his back to me, his hands clenched into fists. 

---- 

The silence that followed was deafening, both of them breathing heavily as the weight of their words settled between them. 

Lando took a step back, running a hand through his curls as he let out a slow breath. “You’re impossible.” 

“Then maybe you should go,” Y/N snapped, her chest heaving with barely restrained anger. 

Lando didn’t move. Instead, he crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “No. I’m not leaving.” 

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the quiet determination in his voice. “Why not?” 

“Because whether you like it or not, you’re in my world now,” he said firmly. “And I don’t let people like Malik get the upper hand. Not with my people.” 

Her heart skipped a beat at the word my. 

“I’m not one of your people,” she said, her voice quieter now, the fight draining from her. 

Lando didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sat back down in the armchair, his gaze steady. “Not yet.” 

---- 

Hours passed, the house silent, the tension from earlier lingering like smoke in the air. 

Y/N lay curled on the edge of the guest bed, her body aching as she tried to find a comfortable position. Sleep was elusive, her mind racing with memories she didn’t want to revisit. 

But eventually, exhaustion took over, dragging her into restless slumber. 

The dream started in the Caribbean. The sun was bright, the ocean breeze warm against her skin. She was back home, safe and free, until the shadows crept in. Malik’s voice followed, low and mocking, pulling her back into the nightmare. 

“You thought you could run from me?” 

The room shifted, the walls closing in as Malik’s face loomed in front of her. His hand gripped her arm, his laugh echoing in her ears. 

“Did you really think I’d let you go?” 

“No!” she screamed, thrashing against the phantom grip. “Get off me!” 

--- 

The scream jolted me awake. 

I was sitting in the chair near the window, my head resting against the back, when the sound ripped through the quiet. 

The scream ripped through the quiet of the house, raw and desperate. For a moment, I froze, my pulse spiking as I processed the sound. 

“Y/N!” 

I was on my feet in seconds, rushing to her side. She was tangled in the sheets, her body twisting violently as she cried out, her voice thick with panic. 

“Y/N,” I said, grabbing her shoulders. “Wake up!” 

She didn’t respond, her eyes still shut as the nightmare gripped her. 

“Y/N, it’s me!” I shook her gently but firmly. “You’re safe. Wake up!” 

Her eyes flew open, wide and unfocused, her chest heaving as she stared at me like I was another ghost in her dream. 

“It’s me,” I said again, my voice softer now. “It’s just me.” 

--- 

Y/N blinked, her breathing slowing as the nightmare faded. She sagged against the pillows, her hands trembling as she wiped at her tear-streaked face. 

“I’m fine,” she muttered, her voice shaky. 

“Clearly, you’re not,” Lando said, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand hovered near hers, unsure whether to offer comfort or give her space. 

She didn’t pull away when he finally touched her arm, his grip gentle but steady. 

“You were screaming,” he said quietly. “What happened?” 

She shook her head, refusing to meet his gaze. “Just a nightmare.” 

He frowned, his eyes searching hers for answers she wasn’t ready to give. “Was it about Malik?” 

Her silence was answer enough. 

--- 

I hated how exposed I felt, sitting there with Lando’s hand on my arm, my body still trembling from the nightmare. I hated that he’d seen me like this—weak, vulnerable, broken. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

His grip tightened slightly, just enough to ground me. “You don’t have to face this alone, Y/N.” 

I met his gaze then, the intensity in his dark eyes both infuriating and comforting. “Why do you care, Lando?” 

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, his hand falling away as he stood. 

“Get some rest,” he said, his voice soft but distant. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” 

As he left the room, I couldn’t help but wonder what he wasn’t saying. And why, despite everything, I wanted him to stay. 

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v. — catch that dog.. again!

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Bathing a dog can go two ways. Either successfully or it'll be pure hell. With Hank? It's always the latter option, so it's good to be prepared. Well, maybe you over prepared a little. Just a teeny bit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Koushi asks as he narrows his eyes.

"I'm taking precautions."

"By wearing goggles, gloves, and a floatie?" He crosses his arms over his chest and raised a brow. Okay yeah, you were definitely over prepared. Quite dramatic too, but it's Hank of all dogs. The little troublemaking corgi that'll probably somehow manage to learn to bury you alive. That Hank.

"The hazmat suit didn't come in time."

"You're bathing a dog," he says in exasperation. He thinks you're being ridiculous. When does he ever not?

"Have you ever bathed Hank?"

"...Just take off the floatie. You look stupid."

"Yeah. Hot mysterious man might see you looking stupid." You flinch when Tadashi randomly pops up from behind you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you glare at him and he snickers. Couldn't he just let that mystery man go? It's starting to make you regret telling them about him. You should've known, especially with the way they all started obsessing about people you've merely breathed around ever since the breakup with your ex.

You like to think you're over him, over that relationship. It's a nice thought to have. But that's all there is to it, just a thought. A thought that aids in trying to push down that aching.

With a sigh you slip off the floatie and step out of it. "Will you stop bringing him up? I don't even know the guy," you mutter. You were about to pick it up before a dog darts over to grab it and sprints away with it. Koushi was quick to run after it, telling the animal off all the while.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Like how you haven't seen him since you met him?"

"Yes, Tadashi. That's what I've been saying." You roll your eyes as you take off the goggles and gloves.

Tadashi stares at you for a moment. He knows you're lying, that's what he believes. Of course you're lying to them about bumping into the guy that caught Hank. You've seen him what, three days in a row after meeting? But if you were to tell any of them that, let alone all of them, they'd go crazy.

"Are you really sure you didn't see him?" Hitoka asks from behind you, causing you to flinch once again in surprise. Damn, what was up with them suddenly appearing behind you so randomly?

You groan, "I'm sure. Don't you guys have dogs to take care of?" You shoo the two away and they let out protests.

"But there's just no way you haven't bumped into him again!" Hitoka says and Tadashi vigorously nods.

They were about to argue some more. Persitant, those two were. That is until Yui walks over and they scurry away. She shakes her head, a sigh escaping past her.

"They'll do anything but work," she mumbles.

She then turns to face you with a kind smile and the slightest glint of empathy in her eyes. "It's grooming day for Hank, isn't it? You don't need any help?" she asks softly. Really, probably the best supervisor you could ever ask for.

You ponder about it for a moment. The first time you bathed Hank, you gave up halfway through and Yui had to step in to help you with the rest. The second time... You don't like to think about the second time. Especially since he'd been unusually cranky that day. From then on, you've done alright. Bathing Hank is in it's own category of dog grooming and you're practically a professional in that aspect.

"I'll be fine," you shrug. She pats your shoulder and smiles in response. She looks down at the goggles and gloves you were holding.

"What are those for?"

"Safety precautions."

Yui opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. She carefully takes them from you. She places her hand on your shoulder again, this time giving it a small squeeze. "You'll be fine," she reassures and walks off.

Yeah. You'll be fine. Everything will turn out a-okay. Speak of the devil, Hank trots up to you with a toy in his mouth. Those beady little eyes stare practically right into your soul and he tilts his head to the side. He really was such a little cutie sometimes. You coo and lean down to grab him but then he dashes away.

He's not cute anymore. Little shit. It's like he has a 6th sense that you'll be bathing him today.

He has you running in circles before Kanoka was able to pick him up when he tried to speed past her. "What're you doing, tiring the poor girl out, hm?" she says as the corgi licks her cheek. She giggles at your out-of-breath form.

"Bath time?"

"Is– Is it easy to tell?" you ask breathlessly.

"He always has you running around before he takes a bath. It's like he knows," she smiles. Oh, so it wasn't just you who thought that Hank somehow knew it was the day you'd bathe him. She hands the dog to you and he squirms in your arms. You huff and take him to the grooming area.

"It's just a little shower, okay?" you say. Hank continues to squirm, even as you set him down in the stainless steel tub he tries to jump out. You grab a hold of him earlier than he could. It's a little feeling but he's probably going to give you a hard time today. Turning on the water and grabbing the shower head, you wet his coat. When you reach over to grab the shampoo, maybe it was a bad idea to let go of him for that one second.

The corgi shakes off the water, which unfortunately gets all over you, and leaps out of the tub, scampering off through the crack of the door.

You thought you fully closed that door.

You were quick to turn off the water and chase after him. You thought you caught him when he couldn't find an escape through the entrance doors of the Bone Zone. But then Tadashi suddenly opens them and comes through after taking out the trash.

Then Hank slips through.

Tadashi watches the small corgi zoom past. He turns to you and notices your wet shirt, awkwardly averting your glower. "Tadashi," you say and he stiffens.

"Move."

"Yes ma'am."

You're going to have to catch that damn dog.. Again.

Hajime leaves his gym a little earlier than usual. Mostly because he had to head to work a little earlier than usual. His phone vibrates in his pocket. He's been ignoring that forsaken groupchat since yesterday. All those three idiots do is get unwanted answers out of him. He wonders if it counts as manipulation of the sorts.

Reluctantly, he takes out his phone from his pocket to read the time. 10:32 AM. He slips his phone back into the pocket of his shorts. He chugs the rest of his water from his bottle, making his way towards his car. In all honesty his day started out okay. His workout was okay. Everything feels fine. Yet he can't get this strange feeling out of his system. It's like an odd sense of deja vu even if nothing's happened yet.

"Hey! Watch out!"

He sees a blur of fawn and white coming right at him. Maybe it's an instinct, if he can even call it that since he's only caught the fast little thing once, but he catches the dog before it could run past him. He grimaces at the feeling of its wet coat, that wet dog smell hits him in the face too. The same corgi he's seen for the fifth time now wriggles in his hands. He holds the dog more securely in his arms even if it gets his shirt a little wet. Guess this is what caused that deja vu.

Then his eyes meet hers. Guess his hopes were lived up to. He hasn't seen her in a day yet it felt like weeks. It's like their first encounter. She jogs up to him, out of breath, a grateful smile on her face. Whenever she smiles at him he always gets a weird tingly feeling. Her shirts wet and it's especially noticeable with the way it clings onto her skin, he notes. Actually he shouldn't be noting that. It's creepy. It's also rude to stare. He's still staring anyway, it's not until she speaks up that his eyes snap back to look at her face. Even looking at her face is hard though. He can't help but notice all her pretty features.

"Hey, you! This is the second time you've caught Hank, huh? I guess I owe you double now?" she says. She takes the dog from his arms and their hands brush again just as it did at their first meeting. It's still electrifying and makes him pull back quickly.

"Yeah. Uh– Wait no, it's fine. It's fine... You don't need to give me anything at all. Nothing." He's stuttering again. He's making himself look stupid again. Will there ever be a time where he doesn't make himself look like some complete idiot in front of her? Most likely not.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be so uptight!" she playfully scolds. Hajime tenses at her words. Uptight? He's not being uptight. Why would he be uptight? There's no reason to be uptight. Him? Uptight?

...He's overthinking this.

"You're a little silly, y'know," she says with a small laugh. He made her laugh again. There's that sense of pride whirling inside him once more. He only met her last Thursday and he's already acting all giddy about every smile and giggle he can get out of her. He's a goner, he has to admit that he is. Love at first sight only exists in movies, books, TV shows, everything but reality.

Yet here he is, living proof of it. Ironic, really.

Hajime awkwardly chuckles and couldn't find a response. But she always seems to salvage the conversation. "Thank you," she pauses, "I've thanked you a lot, huh? Well, how can I not when you've helped me twice now. Er, three times technically.. If you agreeing to walk with me that time counts."

"It's no biggie. You don't have to keep thanking me," he shrugs. He thinks about his response before quickly backtracking.

"Uh. Not that I mind. It's nice to help you– Someone. It's nice to help someone."

There's that laugh, a bright smile on her face shining more so than the sun itself. His throat goes dry, starting to regret chugging all his water. It's a little weird. Meeting her just last week and already having his hands go clammy whenever she's around. Having his heart race if he stares into her eyes too much. It's weird. But.. He kind of likes it. Kind of.

"Coming from the gym again? You're really persistent! You must go everyday then? Well duh since you have a really physique. You have really nice muscles!" He can feel his cheeks heating up. Didn't she compliment his figure the other day too? She's... Extremely bold. Or she doesn't second guess her words. It makes him feel embarrassed and a little fuzzy inside.

"Were you bathing him or something?" he asks.

She nods, "Uh-huh. Sorry, did he get you wet? He got me a little wet too..." She switches the corgi in her arms to hold it with one instead of both. Then she motions to her shirt. It was dryer than it was before, thank goodness. He quickly shifts his gaze to look at the dog. The corgi's little paws were dirty.

"I'm gonna have to shower him again. Ugh, now he's stinkier than before," she grumbles, nose scrunching. He didn't even notice that he was smiling until she points it out.

"Oh! You have a nice smile. I like it." His face grows hot a second time.

"Are you hot? You're cheeks are all pink," she asks. She just had to notice the stupid blush on his face. He needed to change the topic.

"Yeah a little. Anyway, you were bathing him, right? Do you usually do stuff like that at a dog daycare?" he questions.

"Yeah! Well, kind of. We usually bathe them when their owner schedules for them to. Hank usually gets bathed around every six or seven weeks. It all really depends on the dog! You shouldn't bathe them too much though or–" She pauses and he looks at her confused.

She looks sheepish now and she holds the corgi with both her arms now, it squirms slightly before licking her chin. "Sorry. I'm rambling huh? It must be boring."

He blinks at her, "What? No. I like listening to yo– Er, to this stuff." This time, she blinks at him. Did he say something wrong? Okay, sure, he almost let it slip past that he liked listening to her. It was probably weird to hear from a guy she met last Thursday. Her short moment of silence makes him nervous.

"You're a nice guy– Uhm," she frowns. Now she's frowning right after complimenting him.

"Hey! I never actually got your name. Isn't that weird? We even took a walk together!"

Oh. His name. Right. Hajime doesn't even know her name either. "It's–" He gets cut off by an unknown male's voice, calling out to presumably her since she perks up and turns around. He looks over and sees a gray haired male who stops a few feet away from them.

"Huh? Koushi? Uhm, this is my coworker," she says and nods towards the other male. Her newly introduced coworker looks at Hajime before looking back at her, then going back and forth between looking at the two.

Her coworker looks like he would say something but she beat him to it, letting out a loud cough. "That's my sign to go. I'll get your name next time, yeah?" She waves at him, her coworker staring before she ushers him to walk.

He couldn't even spit out his name before he was interrupted. Still, she did mention a next time. So yeah, next time.

"Is that hot mysterious man?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." You couldn't believe Koushi had to have caught you and the mystery man talking. Right when he was about to tell you his name too. He has horrible timing. Well, maybe the best timing in his point of view. Since he got a glimpse of what he looked like and was full on staring. You were definitely taking too long to come back, Yui probably sent him to go out and check on you if you needed help.

"So you were lying when you said you haven't seen him since the day you met him?"

"You better not tell no one. Keep your mouth shut." Because of everyone were to know that you've been bumping into him almost 4 times in a row, all hell would break loose. They'd lose their shit.

"How many times have you seen him?" Koushi asks. You glance over at him and hold Hank a little closer to your chest. You can feel him squirming, wanting to be let down. He was definitely restless from you holding him for so long.

"...Friday, Saturday, Sunday," you mumble.

"Three times in a row? So what is this? The fifth time? That's practically fate at this point!" You purse your lips at his statement. See?

"He was cute."

"Yeah."

"So you think he's cute?"

"Why do you guys always do that?" you huff in annoyance. You both stop in front of the entrance to the Bone Zone.

"What? You don't wanna date him or something?" he asks teasingly. He was just messing around, but you still can't help the look on your face. The deadpanned expression in which he always mimics back at you.

"No, Koushi. I don't want to date him. I barely know the guy," she says with a huff.

"Are you still stuck on you know who?" You freeze at that question. You know damn well that Koushi was asking if you're still reveling over what happened with your ex. Sometimes you miss the guy. Just thew few moments where he made you feel wanted and wasn't a complete piece of shit. Were you still stuck on him? There was only one thing you can answer that with.

"I don't know," you whisper.

He gives you a soft smile, opening the door for you to enter. He places a hand on your back and gives you a small push. "C'mon. I'll help you bathe Hank."

"Ha! Like you can help with that," you snort. Hank almost jumps out of your arms but you securely hold him. Damn dog, such a cutie but such a handful. He scoffs and enters right behind you, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh? We can bet."

"25."

"Deal."

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

three musketeers miss their gym rat

yes. Kanoka physically dragged you out of the car

#strongbaddie

Hajime folding pt 22893749 (more to come next chapter)

omg ex lore but not really

still don't know each others names sad face emoji (will also happen next chapter)

koushi and you bet but the winner is obvious

can you tell the pov change with the lil dividers pls say yes

a/n chpt 5 now finished omg im so sorry for the 2+ weeks wait this should've been out ages ago but I got super busy i feel like those parents that promise their kid sumn only to never get it for them LMFAO anyway THANK U ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHAT i feel so famous should I do a special or sumn..... can u guys tell i lwk suck at 2nd person ugh anyway more chapters WILL be coming soon dw this isn't the only one i'll publish this week (hopefully, watch me not post until next month) i'll prob fix mistakes tmr i love u all MUAH

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Medkit and adventurer reader [Be Careful, Again]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Medkit won’t claim that he’s the most patient doctor ever in Inpherno, but with how much he has to put up with a certain adventurer whose brain is as large as a weirdly mutant grape — in which it might seem a bit bigger than its own kin somewhat, but nonetheless, it’s still the size of a goddamn grape — such as Sword, he’d gladly accept that title to pay up for the endless groan he has to bite back every single moment the young man comes to him

“Try to be careful next time,” he’d sigh, “You haven’t paid the bill you owe me last month”

“Well, that might be a bit of a toughie- But I promise that I will remember it next time I’m back home!”

“Sure you do”

As much as he hates being a doctor, at least he takes this job seriously. It’s not like he can refuse whenever Sword needs his aid anyway. He always has a bit of a soft spot for this guy like how one would view an annoying younger brother. Sword probably mesmerizes his lecture about being reckless and all by heart at this point being since that’s mostly what Medkit usually brings up for conversation with him. But then again, that’s still debatable because Medkit doubts his birdbrain can ever remember the details of his nagging. Well, Sword is just Sword, and that’s something he can’t change. Best to learn how to get used to his presence to make things easier, right? Another thing is that Sword does pay him to do so. For someone who has to bathe in a bucket, who is he to ever refuse a bit of extra bux? It’s still a hassle though, to deal with Sword’s injuries and stuff

One Sword is definitely enough to be a pain in the ass, so imagine how Medkit’s jaw would have dropped when this stupid young man decided to have the goddamn audacity to drag another person to his place and asked him to heal them. Safe to say, Medkit almost choked on his coffee when that time arrived earlier than he would have expected. Rocket doesn’t count though, that’s a whole different story

Not because he was stunned because Sword technically banged his apartment’s door down, but rather out of spite because of the nerves this adventurer had. When he announced that you’re his new companion for his adventure trip, Medkit wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry at the news. Hell, he’d probably need a smoke break if you and Sword share a brain cell - which unfortunately for the doctor, his worries aren’t misplaced

You are technically another headache that the up and beyond decided to throw directly into his face, as if Sword alone isn’t a nuisance to deal with already, now he has two idiots to keep an eye on. With how much he has to treat Sword after each adventure, he dreads the idea of you will be the same way that boy is: Too naive and too reckless. It’ll just add up to his already occupied backache served with a side of the distress when he will have to worry about you two’s safety in case he also tolerates you like how Sword manages to worm into his life without a warning

One would say that being dragged by your companion to a stranger — who he claimed was the best doctor ever, a bit unconvincing but then here goes nothing — after you got yourself in a not-so-pretty mess all black and blue isn’t the best first impression that one could think of. But hey, it’s not like you can do anything about it. Before you have the time to object, Sword already threw you over his shoulder and rushed back to Crossroads. He brought you to this certain doctor who he trusted so much

It’s predictable, but that’s your first impression of Medkit: Looking at Sword with a frown that’s basically saying “You definitely have some explanation for me before I drag you down by the horns” as he unconsciously reaching out for the distinguished cigarette in the ashtray again with that expression which you can only describe as if he’s about to gasp then faint dramatically in offense like in medieval times. To respond to that, you can only grin out of confusion as you watch the man goes through five stages of grief within a few seconds

Sword, being the lovable idiot that he is, chimes in to ease the invisible tension without even aware of his eye twitches due to annoyance

“Don’t you worry about the bux, Medkit! We can take care of it next time when me and my pal get our stuff back”

“Wait, by that, you means..?”

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind me and my buddy dropping by more often in the future!”

Oh yes Sword, yes he does mind when the two of you decide it’s a brilliant idea to assign him to be your official caretaker out of nowhere. Though he does get paid to do so, at least have some consideration for him when having to deal with two idiots at the same time, no? And the fact Sword just trusts people so easily that he thinks it’s completely fine to bring a stranger to the doctor’s doorstep, it’s questionable. Sometimes Medkit has to question if Sword’s naivety is a blessing or a curse, and then he comes to the conclusion that Sword’s kindness is just genuinely too stupid to even understand

And that marks the start of Medkit having to involuntarily take another dumbass of an adventurer — no offense, he meant it in a lightheartedly way, probably? — under his wings

It does take quite the time before he grown a better tolerance to you like how he did with Sword. You can’t really tell him to just let his guard down when he barely knows you in person, right? Even when after that first meet, Sword does fill him in about your entire character in details so he can be less worried. But Medkit knows Sword longer than just any average Inphernals do, and he knows that this guy was too caring for his own good sometimes. It’s easy to impress someone like him, and that paves the perfect path to gain his trust. Yet Medkit isn’t that easy to get through though. He has to be certain that you will possess no potential harm to him first. Sword can trust you from the start, but Medkit prefers to play it safe

He originally meant to keep a distance with you unless Sword is there to force the circumstances of which requires his aid, even when he suspects that you’re barely younger or a tad bit older than Sword, this man can’t just go ahead and be comfortable around you immediately. Can’t blame him though, if you have known the trauma he endured since the very beginning before he first reached the warm embrace of the sunlight

But then again and again, you keep showing up in front of his door whenever you can’t bear the pain no more. During the few first times, Sword has to drag you to Medkit because of your stubbornness that insists that you’re fine even when it’s obvious that you are far than just ‘fine’. That has been going on for long enough, even with your companion’s reassurance that surely the doctor won’t be bothered of your appearance — Medkit, however, was still holding his neutral yet ready to get defensive attitude when it comes to you — you still get cold feet when thinking of how you will have to see that unpleasant expression of Medkit again as if you were a burden

As much as Medkit prefers to put up that nonchalant facade alongside with the infamous aloof attitude, he still has some underlying concern for others hidden behind that tough exterior he built by himself. Seeing you like that doesn’t sit right to him. You act as if he’s a boogeyman haunting the children’s hospital and steal other young patients’ candies. Sure, he might look a bit unapproachable, but surely not to that extent, right? Being asocial as he is, Mekdit doesn’t really mind at first. But as he noticed just how tensed up you are as if you tried to be on your best behavior in front of a strict adult — and it’s already multiple times despite Sword’s presence to ease it up — he isn’t having it so far. At least if you are being dragged here for him to treat your wounds, then all he asks is that you for you to stop being such a wreck like he is about to eat you alive. Have some trust in his professionalism even when he doesn’t actually have a license and calm your nerves down, damn it. Your demeanor catches his attention enough to forget that whole thing of keeping a distance. Because then again, as Medkit thinks about it, what can you possibly do? He doesn’t know you well enough to determine whether or not you are a bad apple, but since you manage to be friends with Sword, he might or might not assume your intelligence based on that decision of yours. The point is, he soon comes to his senses that you will bring no harm, as he hasn’t noticed any ill intentions coming from you based on his observations for a good while

That realization does the both of you quite a favor. Medkit takes it easy on you, not keeping that intimidating glance to urge you to keep your distance anymore. It’s a positive change, even when it’s a tad bit subtle as Medkit doesn’t seem to be the type to show his emotions well. In his mind, he has already shown his tolerance to you. Whether you can pick it up or not is just a matter of time, and hey, you’re probably going to have a tough time trying to recognize the change of attitude coming from Medkit. It’s not that clear as he thinks it is after all

Regardless of that, you soon find yourself to be less anxious at the presence of the doctor. Mostly because of Sword’s reassurance rather than Medkit’s attempt to appear less hostile to neutral, but hey, that’s still a win for each side. Medkit is a man of few words, you have figured it out. But he does have this certain sense of humor which is even dryer than a sunburned fish which makes you feel less anxious. Most of those are sarcastic remarks, yes, but he means well. Medkit doesn’t mind if you respond to his sarcasm or not, though after a few attempts of trying to do so, it’s actually not that bad. He doesn’t bite after all, as long as you know your manners

As a fellow adventurer, danger is always present during your journey. Getting injured is a normal thing at this point. Yet unlike before, you two have a medic in which you can turn to this time. Sword used to have to drag you to see Mekdit, yet now you already have the courage to seek him out on your own without it being against your will. Your visit to Medkit has a high frequency from that day. Sometimes it’s you who have to pull Sword by his cape to meet Medkit, oh how the turned table. It does take quite the time for you to achieve that sort of inner strength, but since Medkit doesn’t really mind as long as you still pay him in times, you just decided to roll the dice at this point. Aside from Sword, you have become a regular patient knocking on his apartment. He does let you off if you can’t pay him just yet, probably transfer it on Sword’s bills. But hey, his company isn’t actually that bad. You soon grow fond of the doctor’s company, as sometimes he also provides you a couple of good advice coming from his experiences too. Medkit is like that standoff type of a trusted adult, you know you can turn to him whenever you’re at a tough spot. He might sigh aloud as a little protest, but you know he still cares. At least he tries to

“Medkit, we’re back!”

Medkit looks rather unamused as you make your way into his apartment while carrying a smiling Sword on your back. The two of you really share a brain cell, that alone should explain the similar smile you both keep on your faces even when it’s obvious that you and Sword look as if you two just survive an explosion. Rubbing his eyes in mild disbelief, Medkit can’t help but groan

“What did you two do this time”

“Well,” you grin, “Just the typical thrill of the adventures. Although, Sword sprained his ankle, I think?”

“And?”

Medkit keeps his gaze on you, waiting for you to report your own condition to him before he has to check it out himself. You can still walk on your own, which is better than the swordsman on your back. However that doesn’t mean you’re any better when it comes to physical injuries. You do notice the judging look on Medkit, and as a response, you can only sigh in defeat. Hiding things from a doctor isn’t the wisest move, you know? You don’t go and see a medic while bringing a huge basket of apples from the avoiding-my-problem garden, Medkit will probably shove an apple in your mouth if you dare to do so. An apple a day keeps a doctor away after all. There is no point in beating around the bush, so you just mumble quickly under your breath

“And I might or might not been stabbed in the stomach-”

Medkit literally facepalmed himself on spot when you say that. He almost drags you by the horn and lecturing the hell out of you. Why do you think it’s a good idea to carry someone on your back when your wound is barely patched up? You could have lose more than just blood! But then Medkit holds himself back since there is a high chance that Sword will be fallen off your back and then things will just get even more messier. And he is too poor to even acquire a new good attitude for the day, so he’d rather avoid spending on unnecessary change of broken stuff

If Medkit has a bux whenever he has grown to care for an idiot of an adventurer that just hopped into his life with no warning, he will have two bux. Which isn’t a lots, but it’s weird how it has happened twice. That’s being said, you managed to achieve his tolerance. Congratulations! Although it’s not much of a privilege, you do have someone new that cares for your well-beings in the very moment. Just don’t die on him, Medkit genuinely think he can’t take that shock

Another day, another oddly peaceful moment in his own apartment. The day has been going slow for the doctor ever since he decided to hide away from his fellow cultists at Crossroads. The cult hasn’t contacted him just yet, though Medkit can’t seem to get used to the unusual tranquility just yet. He feels like he has been walking on eggshells as far as his memory can travel. It’s infuriating, how much of a tight spot his life has been cornering him. Putting the book down before distinguishing the almost burnt out cigarette in between his fingers, Medkit relaxes his facial expression slightly as he stares into nowhere. Peace, he has soon forgotten how peace actually feels like ever since his life takes a left turn with that rotten bastard. Sword’s unannounced appearance alongside with you does distract him from his worries slightly. You two are just pipsqueaks in his eyes no matter how tall you get physically, and before Medkit knows it, he already looks out for you two like how an older brother would. He cares for Sword, he cares for you. Medkit won’t have it another way, at least in this vulnerable moment of his mental

Then again, as if getting too sentimental on one’s own is forbidden, because Medkit almost flies off the couch when the sudden bangs against the door suddenly knocks out of the blue which indeed ruins his very own rare moment of silence in his mind. His eye immediately moves the front door where the sound occurs. His body tenses up slightly at the possibility of who can be there. For a good moment, Medkit keeps his mouth shut for his own safety. He prays to whoever up there that it’s not anyone from the Cult of True Eye, because then his life will probably take another dark turn if that even happens

“Medkit! Medkit, are you home?”

“Keep your voice down! And you’re poking my wounds man!”

Wait, that’s just his idiots’ voices. Two of his idiots who are just kids in his eyes, to be specific. Two of his idiotic adventurers who he views as his younger siblings yet at the same time also the harbingers of headache whenever they come to visit him, to be even more specific

Medkit lets out of a deep sigh in relief. At least it’s just them, not anyone else. But with how urgent Sword’s voice is, he probably shouldn’t be too happy just yet. If Medkit isn’t hearing things, then your voice sounds as if you’re in pain. That’s definitely not a good sign. Damn, his horns will probably turn gray soon because of the two of you. The doctor immediately sits up from the couch then makes his way towards the door to open it up. And just like he expected, you two are even louder when there is no door serving as an obstacle to muffle the sound

“I told you I’m fine! It’s not like I’m about to die there,” you grumble as if you’re about to bite your companion’s head, “You’re basically dangling my body damnit!”

“I’m just worried, you look like everything but fine!” Sword protests, “Plus it’s not that bad. You don’t let me carry you after all!”

“Are you two done?”

It’s comedic how the two of you immediately stop bickering when Medkit’s annoyed voice breaks it out. At that moment, the doctor decides to look over to the state of you two. Sword looks fine somewhat compared to the questionable state you are looking now. SFOTHs above, you look like you just got revived from death

None of you or Sword dares to speak up even more. But your eyes already say enough for Medkit to understand. Though before that, as the doctor glances over to how Sword is currently carrying your arm around his neck, he frowns as the position is definitely not comfortable for you at the very moment at all. He offers his arms, carefully yet firmly taking your damaged body from Sword before shoots the swordsman a warning glare

“That’s not the way for you to carry a patient,” Medkit scoffs as he holds you, “You might as well break their arm while you’re at it”

Sword looks down like a guilty puppy that is just accused of something bad. But Medkit knows him, he will get back to his sunshine and rainbow state soon enough. It’s barely noontime, and the two of you are making a fuss in front of his apartment. All he wishes at the moment is for no one to make any complaints because that will just make things worse in Medkit’s situation. You and Sword combined can be way worse than a newly-bought speaker sometimes. In another sense, it can be pretty annoying

The doctor shoots his glare back at you, but then quickly closes his eye with a deep exhale to calm his own nerves. He can’t help but mumbling a few curses before putting on his no-nonsense business face. He can’t really take his irritation out on neither any of you, he knows better than that. In addition, you’re also hurt, so it’s best that he takes you inside for proper treatment first

“Come inside then,” he gestures you both to enter, “Let me have a look. And Sword, close the door too”

Thankfully, the wounds aren’t anything too serious aside from a few scrapes and bruises. A part of Medkit is relieved because he won’t have to treat any broken bones today, which means you’re still smart enough to a certain extent to avoid such misfortune during your little adventure. For someone with such a stern face, it’s quite the pleasant surprise when you figure out he can be rather pretty gentle while treating his patient. Or to be specific, you. Medkit makes sure that everything is alright with you, asking you if the bandages are too tight or telling you to take it easy when he cleanse the cut. He does take his job seriously after all, don’t be so dumbfounded. Time passes by with Medkit carefully dressing your arm up in silence. Out of the blue, Sword decides to break the ice by start to ramble on what happened to keep the doctor on updates even when no one asked him just yet. It’s the thought that counts

Turned out the two of you were playing the heroes. Spotting a group of bandits in the outskirt of Lost Temple, jumping in to fight them because of the convincing argument being ‘bad guys have to get their butts kicked’ — Sword’s words, not his — and then as expected, you claimed the victory after dragging all of them down to the nearest police station. You might or might not have let your tongue go a bit too far while taunting those bandits, which pushed their buttons away too far. One thing that none of you can foresee was how one of the thieves managed to break free, and the first thing the bastard decided to do was charging directly at you. The intention was as clear as day: If he had to go down, he would go lower by bringing another life with him. Of course, it caught you off guard. Sword interfered in time before the criminal could pull the trigger of his gun which was aimed at your forehead, yet it did give you quite the fright, no? Not to mention how he did put up a good fight against you when you were distracted too, so it was understandable when Sword had to bring you to Medkit. It wasn’t fatal, but you looked like you were dragged all over the hot sand by a cart - can you blame Sword for being a worrywart?

Medkit could only shake his head as the tale is finished. Why is he not surprised anymore at this point?

That’s definitely something the you two will do: Risking your own safety for this confident sense of justice no matter the cost. Personally, Medkit can’t understand it. He can’t understand you or Sword, maybe he’s just a coward. Though one thing about Medkit is that despite not giving a damn about this whole interfering in other’s business with high and mighty attitude — he can’t even look out for himself, let alone meddling in other’s business — since that’s just straight up asking for more troubles upon his own self, he isn’t exactly heartless. He still has some people that he genuinely cares about in his own way, like you and Sword. Hell, the two of you are certainly a package deal of an once in a lifetime’s kind of hassle, but the doctor is used to it by now

“Sword, go to the kitchen and get me a some ice. Then come back so I can check up on you as well”

At Medkit’s words, Sword stops fidgeting with his cape before nodding slightly. It’s best to keep Sword pacing around, since Medkit learns that making Sword sit still with nothing to do while he is treating you will make the swordsman rather uncomfortable. Sword has too much enthusiasm stored inside his body which makes him similar to a ball of energy, and no one in their right mind should try to tie that ball down into one place. So when Medkit tells Sword to go and find what he needs, you do see why he does that. Slumping down to be comfortable on the sofa, you avert your eyes from nowhere to his face. Medkit doesn’t look at you directly in the eyes just yet, though he does speak up while he is cupping your face to push it aside just to check if there is any wounds left on your head

“What did I say about this?”

By ‘this’, he means the lecture he goes over and over again about you being reckless while you’re traveling around with Sword. Though technically speaking, you don’t see it coming since the bandit charged directly at you when you least expect it. But please pardon him, his doting is just a slight facade of care he uses to make himself clear in front of you. That’s just how he is, as the idea of caring about your safety like a mother hen doesn’t sit right with him. Emotion isn’t his strong suit, keep that in mind. Call it tough love is not wrong at all, but hey, it’s not exactly that tough

“Well,” you sigh begrudgingly like a disobedient child, “Always keep an eye on my surroundings, never put my guard down and be prepared for the worst…I know, I know”

“Very well. Keep that in mind next time then. But it’s good to know that there isn’t any serious potential risk, or else thing can be much more complicated”

He lets your head go after a good moment of examining it in a meticulous manner. Medkit was about to make a sarcastic remark at how despite there is no sign of brain damage, you still seem to unable to comprehend his words despite repeating it all the times. Though upon looking at your sulky expression, he decides to take it easy on you today

“I’m glad that you’re safe”

“Huh?”

Medkit’s words catch you off guard as you look up in surprise. Your ears aren’t playing tricks on your mind, although it’s just a quiet murmur, you actually hear it word by word. The doctor already plays it off casually as he looks to the other side mindlessly, as if his words earlier were simply but a gust of wind passing through. Believe it or not, he actually feels embarrassed when saying that aloud. Usually his thoughts will be kept to himself, yet seeing you like that does make his shoulders less tensed up. Because you’re fine. That alone is everything he wants to know at the moment. Will he repeat himself to your amusement? Definitely not a chance. But of course, you heard it loud and clear. He was worried for you, even felt relived when acknowledging that you’re alright. It brings a sly smile on your face. It’s not often that you have the chance to witness Medkit being soft, it’s definitely something to be proud of, even when the said moment is rather rare to catch

Mekdit can read your thoughts, no, it’s not exactly thoughts when it’s literally written all over your face. That growing grin of yours only adds up to his theory. He immediately clicks his tongue as a mild gesture of protest since he knows that you’re not going to let him get away with that

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, “You hear nothing”

“But you do care!”

“One more word of that and I will be charging you double”

“Oh c’mon! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” your laughter causes Medkit to physically groan, no hard feelings though, so rest assured, “You’re like a mother hen, you know?”

When that sentence is said by you, Medkit cringes at the mental image when he’s like a babysitter for the both of you like a mother hen. He can cringe all he wants, but there is no point in arguing because he does act like a doting know-it-all parental figure to you. Once again, emotional aspect isn’t Medkit’s specialty, so he doesn’t really know how to comfort others or what comes with it. Yet in your eyes, you realize that he does it in his own way. Not with sugarcoating words or gentle pats, but with a reality check to keep you on your feet. Sometimes with guidance too. Not to mention how he tends to your wounds no matter how much he acts like it’s a bother to him. Maybe you don’t know Medkit enough to know him inside out, but you do understand his characteristics to a certain extent in which you can be sure when saying that he actually worry for you

It’s actually sweet, considering how stoic Medkit makes himself to appear in front of others

“Is this enough ice?”

Eventually, Sword comes back just in time to see you smiling proudly on the cough while Medkit is resting his hand against his forehead in defeat because of how cheeky you have been acting. Though when he sees the amount of ice in Sword’s has hands, he facepalms himself to drag his own mind back to reality. Medkit gestures Sword to sit down. He attentively picks the ice up from the adventurer’s hands to move it on the coffee table instead. Ripping a small piece of bandage to make a small cloth, he places one of the ice pieces inside then wraps it up carefully. Without another wasted moment, he turns back to you with the wrapped up ice in his hand

“Keep this on your cheek,” Medkit presses the ice against your face until your own hand reaches up to hold it, “Keep it there, I’m going to check on Sword now”

You chirp a sound of positive acknowledgment to Medkit. When he turns away to tend to Sword, you can’t help but look at your companion. You two share a brain cell after all, even when it’s just metaphorically. But Sword already knows what are you thinking at the moment, hence the smile quickly appears on his face. You title your head to get in the way between Medkit and Sword with a shit eating grin much to the doctor’s surprise

“Can we get some juices after this?”

“Ugh, again with that childish drink?”

“Hey! It’s not childish,” you disagree with a lighthearted giggle, “You’re no fun, Medkit!”

You and Sword both laugh aloud at Medkit’s response. Childish, that’s what he always uses to describe you two. Medkit just shakes his head once again as headache number one — which is Sword — and headache number two — of course, you — look at him expectantly with that smile of mischief. What did he get himself into again? He should really charge the two of you extra as the babysitting fees in the future. But for now, he simply huffs after flicking your head first to push you aside

“You two are impossible”

Whether Medkit agrees or not is up to your skill of negotiating, that means you still have a chance to bound with him through that silly request of yours! A win is still a win, but his answer still remains a mystery as he has to focus on taking care of Sword’s wound. This noon’s tranquility might be ruined by you two’s appearance, but it’s not necessary a bad thing. If anything, Medkit is not upset with it. It’s just you after all. You do keep his mind distracted from those bad thoughts. And even when he doesn’t say this out loud, he’s glad that everything is still within control

But most importantly, he’s glad that his idiots are still safe and sound, enough for them to laugh it off like this

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: Out of the blue, I’m carving for something sweet and refreshing in the middle of the night while writing this ♪(´ε｀ )

[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.

[lucky-stick]

domestic dog inspired jobs:

Domestic dogs are known for their loyalty and assistance to humans, getting these various careers that embody these traits. this is a list of dog-inspired jobs, categorized by activity level and social interaction.

its a long post and i don't want to clog up people feed but have fun and i hope i inspire some of you

Active, Extroverted, Team-Oriented Careers:

Police K9 Officer: 🚔

Role: Collaborate with trained police dogs to protect life and property, prevent and detect crime, provide court evidence, support victims and witnesses, investigate burglaries, and dismantle organized crime groups.

Requirements: Must be over 18, possess confidence, strong leadership and teamwork abilities, willingness to take risks, and keen observation skills.

(i know most of u are ACAB)

Armed Forces Officer: 🪖

Role: Serve in the army, air force, or navy to protect civilians, holding authority and responsibility over a team of soldiers, with various specialist roles available.

Requirements: Leadership skills, accountability, confidence, physical fitness, ability to work under pressure, and balance.

Search and Rescue (SAR) Professional: 🧭

Role: Undergo emergency professional training to respond to crises and assist in locating and aiding lost individuals.

Requirements: Basic education, physical fitness, emergency medical training, SAR training, technical skills and specialization, experience, certification and licensing, mental and emotional resilience, and commitment to ongoing training.

Lifeguard: 🌊

Role: Ensure the safety of swimmers at pools and beaches by monitoring conditions, enforcing safety rules, and performing rescues when necessary.

Requirements: Minimum age of 16 for pools and 18 for open water, strong swimming abilities, good physical condition, certification and training in CPR and first aid, and proficient rescue skills.

Farmer: 🥕🥔

Role: Engage in the demanding yet rewarding work of growing crops or raising livestock.

Requirements: Relevant education, physical and practical skills, access to land and equipment, financial and business acumen, and necessary licenses.

Security Guard: 🔐

Role: Protect property, people, and assets by monitoring and preventing theft and damage.

Requirements: Appropriate education and training, licensing, physical fitness, and strong observational skills.

Less Active, Introverted Careers:

Therapist: 📖

Role: Assist individuals in improving mental health and adopting healthy behaviors, with various types of therapy available.

Requirements: Bachelor’s, master’s, or doctorate degrees, clinical training, supervised experience, licenses, and essential skills and personal qualities.

Healthcare Caregiver: 🏥

Role: Support individuals with daily activities due to age, disability, injury, etc.

Requirements: Relevant education and training, essential skills and personal qualities, licenses, experience, and adaptability to various work environments and hours.

Careers that work with Dogs:

Dog Handler: 🐕

Role: Train, manage, and work with dogs in fields such as security, search and rescue, therapy, and personal training.

Requirements: Experience with dogs, specialized training programs, certifications, patience, physical stamina, good communication, keen observation, and problem-solving skills.

Dog Groomer: 🫧

Role: Clean, style, and maintain dog hygiene.

Requirements: No formal education required, but certification is beneficial; patience; gentle handling; ability to stand for extended periods; and basic animal knowledge.

Kennel Worker: 🧺

Role: Provide daily care for pets in kennels and shelters, including feeding, cleaning, bathing, and interacting with pet owners.

Requirements: On-the-job training, love for animals, physical stamina, and attention to detail.

Assistance Dog Trainer: 🐾

Role: Train dogs to assist individuals with disabilities, enhancing their independence and quality of life.

Requirements: Experience with dog training, understanding of various disabilities, patience, strong communication skills, and certification from recognized organizations.

i hope you like my new list, i like lists, anyways ill be comjng out with a wild canine, feline, bird and aquatic kin tell me if theres anymore you would like ^^

[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

[moth-scrunk]

{ 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.”

[plethora-of-imagines]

Self Care

AN: First fic of the year! As was voted by the people a fic focusing on one of the Masters! Delgado!Master, one of my clear favorites!

The basic concept for this fic as exsisted since 2021, but other than a few smaller details and the vague idea of comfort it is almost unrecognizable!

Word Count: 2025 (hehe fun word count for the first fic of the year)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, dissociation, injured!reader, unintentional self-harm (health wise, not physical), nudity, non-sexual intamacy

Description: You've had a rough day, and the Master has decided that you need to be taken care of.

You were uncomfortable.

Panting in the entrance to the Master’s TARDIS. Struggling to breathe instead of inhaling the water dripping down your face. Clothing soaked, creating a puddle below your feet as it dripped onto the floor. Leg aching. The water mixed with blood to create a stinging pain from the jagged cut you had obtained while escaping the danger you had managed to stumble- literally- into.

You were physically and emotionally exhausted.

The groaning and wheezing of dematerialization only served to make you slump further.

Minutes of silence passed as you failed to work up the energy to move. Unable to jump in surprise when warm fingers tilted your face as a clear “tsk” was let out by the unharmed and only slightly damp man in front of you.

“You’re ice cold, my dear. We need to get you warmed up.”

Unable to focus your gaze on him, drifting in your painful dissociation.

A quiet, “hmm,” was the only response you could muster up. Dizzy when your body began to move unexpectedly.

The Master’s arms wrapped securely around you, bringing a distant sense of comfort. Clinging to him once set down as he attempted to pull away. The feeling of safety being pried away from your hands, fingers unable to continue gripping onto the clammy fabric being yanked away.

A hurt, distressed animal. That’s what your whine sounded like to your own ears.

Weakly bating at the hands that were undressing you. Not wanting them to remove the clothing that your mind swore was keeping you warm. Clothing equaled warmth, right? The room was shaking, no wait, that was your body. Pinned down by a weight as something pressed against your skin. Squealing as pain flooded your mind. Begging with useless words for it to stop. Pain- now your only companion, your unwanted lover. SIlent sobs wracking your body as the pain slowly abandoned you along with the little warmth that had remained against your skin. Nonsensical sounds reaching your ears and adding to the confusion that wrapped itself around your head- a noose that only seemed to tighten.

The warm scent of vanilla flooding your nose eventually broke through your hazy mind. The ability to focus slowly returning, like the slow drip of the faucet next to you. No matter how many times the Master tried to fix it, it always needed to be kept in the oddest of positions to be fully shut off. Weighted down limbs struggled to grasp and move the knob enough to halt it.

Your attempts were aided by his hand, resting overtop of yours. The small bottle in his hands being unceremoniously left on the counter nearby.

“If your mind has managed to return to the present time, I would like to hold your attention for a moment, my dear.”

Leaning carefully into the bare chest in front of you, the double heart beat soothing the racing of your own heart.

“Why are we naked?”

You could feel the smile in his words.

“Our clothes were rather soaked, and your sensitive human constitution is simply too prone to illness to allow you to remain in those waterlogged things.”

“And this means that you also had to strip down,” you slowly teased back after a lengthy pause.

“Naturally,” he smoothly replied with an inflection as smooth as butter. “Now are you going to continue to question my desires to share a bath to warm you up, or may I get on with drawing it for us.”

“Oh by all means, proceed.”

The wince as you shifted and pulled at the gash on your leg didn’t go unnoticed.

“Of course we will have to deal with that pesky injury first.”

“Please.”

A tiny glass jar was being opened in his hands just a few moments later. Tiny glowing fireflies bursting out into the room. Reminding you of the meteor shower the two of you had gone to see months ago. They remained suspended like stars, slowly drifting down over the two of you. Scrunching your nose when the first one landed on your open wound.

As if a hive mind, the rest of the little glowing lights followed suit. Swarming around your leg. A tingling sensation overtaking your nerves. An uncontrollable giggle bursting forth.

“What-”

“I have found having a small supply of nanobots to be helpful for cases like this.”

It was only a few minutes later that your giggles were able to subside, smooth skin being left behind where the gash had previously taken residence. The nanobots collecting together back into the small jar after tickling the rest of your skin briefly. Like little kisses against your skin.

Remaining where you were, watching as the Master filled the large bathtub with hot water, and some of the liquid from the bottle from earlier that he had picked back up. The gentle sound of running water the only noise in the quiet bathroom. The smell of vanilla growing more potent with the mountain of bubbles that formed near the tap.

Positioning himself between your legs, his beard tickled your cheek as your face was cradled against his. The difference in temperature between your still cold skin and his almost burning. His hands trailing along your body, rubbing warmth into you as he kissed you deeply. He cupped your hands between his own for a while, letting his forehead rest against yours. The steam slowly filled the room until you were certain that the mirror must be fogged up behind you.

“I will be just a moment, my dear. If you would not mind turning off the tap once the bath is full.”

Humming an affirmative as he released you to leave the bathroom. Focusing on the bathtub once more you watched as the bubbles threatened to overflow out onto the floor. Hopping down from your perch on the counter onto slightly unsteady feet, you pushed the bubbles around so that they could remain within the tub.

Feeling much better from the warmth already, you knew that you would have to sleep more tonight. Teeth picking at your cracked lips as you contemplated how to get the best rest while still being awake before the Master would start to do anything interesting without you.

The purposeful creaking of the door made you realize how you were harassing your lip, quickly releasing it to avoid the Master seeing. He set down a wooden bath tray filled with snacks on the floor next to you. Making your stomach growl in hunger, as you realized how hungry you were. Yet you didn’t dare to grab anything from the tray, at least not yet. Turning the tap off the Master slowly entered the water, bubbles clinging to his skin. Strong arms helped to steady you as you climbed in after him. Settling against his chest with a satisfied sigh. With one hand he lifted up the tray to settle across the width of the tub. Thankful for the heat that could be blamed for the blush that grew across your face at the show of his strength.

Those strong arms pulled you firmly against his chest, not allowing you to move a millimeter out of his embrace. It was then that you noticed that every bottle of product, soap, and all the washcloths were securely out of your reach. The only thing that you could reach was the spread he had brought for the two of you.

It was an impressive sight to see. An artfully arranged mix of fruits, cheeses,and surprisingly crackers. Those would leave crumbs in the bathwater no matter how careful you were eating them, which you knew the Master despised. The only sweets on the tray were the natural sugars that could be found in the alien fruits he had provided. While you would enjoy the added sweetness you knew that they were nourishing too. Filled with vitamins and antioxidants in their sweet and just slightly sour grape-like taste.

Fully submitting to the Master's desire to care for you, popping one of the bite sized fruits into your mouth, savoring the taste. Gathering cheese on a cracker next you brought it to the Master's mouth. He would hopefully at least indulge you by partaking in what he had provided you. He gently kissed your temple before accepting your offered food. Taking a bite and doing his best to ignore the crumbs it made. Without any words you could tell that he wanted you to have the rest of the offered snack. You obliged. Silently understanding his promise to partake in the offered platter, in his own time. 

Knowing that he was likely to bring food to your lips more often than his own. It was something you had learned to accept- his desire to provide for you. Your acceptance of his care warming both of his hearts.

Contentedly sighing as the Master began to absentmindedly trace patterns along your stomach. Twitching every so often when his fingers ghosted over sensitive skin. The comfortable silence lasted for several minutes while you lightly picked at the small feast provided. Once your hands stilled, no longer reaching for something from the tray, the Master took over. Lifting more food to your lips, taking something for himself only after he had fed you at least three things first.

“After an ordeal such as today, you should be pampered, my dear.”

Still chewing you looked up at him, furrowing your brow at his stern expression.

“Don’t look so shocked,” he scolded. “I have been planning to force you to allow me to care for you properly for weeks now. I have noticed you failing to take proper care of yourself.”

Swallowing heavily before answering, “I do take care of myself, Master.”

“Oh is that so? Tell me then when was the last time you ate a full meal?”

Your silence was its own answer.

“No? How about a full night of rest?”

At the continued lack of response, he pressed another piece of fruit against your thinly pressed lips. The silence as you chewed- both on the fruit and what he had said- was oppressive.

Still considering his words he continued while starting to slowly wash your skin with feather light touches.

“I know that you are only human, my dear. There is no need for you to push yourself to keep up with me all the time. Of course I am partly to blame for not reminding you of this prior to today. You were hurt due to my carelessness, something I refuse to allow to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” 

The apology was choked out as you struggled to contain your emotions.

“As I said, you are only human, my dear. I should have anticipated your good intentioned attempt to adhere to a Time Lord schedule when I took you on as my traveling companion. We will break this silly little habit soon enough.”

“Should I expect a meal plan and a bedtime in the future,” pushing away your heavy emotions with an attempt to tease.

“Hmm perhaps if my reminders alone are not enough,” he dryly teased back. “Now let me finish taking care of you tonight.”

Lazing away in the warm water as he finished cleaning up the both of you, and continued to prompt you to eat more. The rougher texture of the towel as he dried you off made you squirm. Water still dripped down his chest, getting caught in the slightly curled hair that covered his chest. Unable to follow the water further down the path of his body by the towel wrapped around his hips. Standing side by side as he helped you with your nightly routine. Resting against him as he guided you from the bathroom to the bedroom. Lifting your feet enough to help him slide clothing onto your body. The silky smooth feeling was heavenly against your skin. It enveloped you almost as well as the blanket that he soon was tucking around your bodies. Nuzzling into him while he settled in with a book.

“Stay with me,” you asked in a weak whisper.

“I have no plans otherwise, my dear. Rest now.”

[aspiffygoat]

So you want to be cared for, huh?

Two words: Maslow’s pyramid.

(Info from Spiffy Ref sheet.)

Creating a goal:

Height: 9ft (274cm) [Incredibly tall goat boi…]

Start BMI: 21.7 359lbs (163kg) [Cursed slim Spiffy…]

End BMI: 45.0 745lbs (338kg) [Wholesome big boy Spiffy~!]

Essentials:

Diet: (This is what Spiffy can haz.) [This is what goats can have to eat]

Barley, peas, corn, wheat, soybean, canola, whole grain breads, oats, molasses, rice, various nuts. celery. cheese, milk.

Meal plan:

Starting with 3 meals and snacks then 4 meals and escalating slowly until you have:

Breakfast. Brunch. Lunch. Second Lunch. Dinner. Supper. And finally: Dessert!

An allotted 2 cheat days a month. (You can have cake sometimes, big boy. :) )

Exercise:

Light jog for 1 hour a day (Light exercise for cardiovascular health.)

Sleep Schedule:

Wake up at 8am.

Wind down by 7pm or 8pm.

Be in bed by 12am at the very latest. (YOU NEED SLEEP!!!)

Personalized apartment:

Modified double doorways.

Modified hallways.

Bariatric equipment.

(Sling Bar, Lift motor reinforced steel frame, California king, Cotton sling.)

No stairs.

Ramp (For easy accessibility in and out of home.)

Fully furbished kitchen pantry. (You gotta snack.)

Bedpan/Chamberpot in bedroom.

Mobility aid handles in bathroom.

Washtub (for big boy~)

Safety Needs:

Potential Healthcare:

Bi-Annual Physical exams (To be well-informed on potential illnesses.)

Dental appointments. (For clean teeth~!)

Prescribed Medications (To prevent heart disease, fatty liver, hypertension, depression, blood sugar and blood cholesterol.)

Therapy, once a week (To ensure mental health. :3 )

C-Pap Mask (For sleepy time, you snore loudly with sleep apnea!)

Skin and fur care routine. (Soft boi)

Sponge bath routine. (Clean boi)

Transportation:

Reinforced back of a pickup truck. (Long distance and fast food trips.) [You’re too big to drive~]

Rascal scooter (For short distance, with basket for snacks.)

Rollator Walker (So you can waddle at home, big boy~!)

Love, Belonging and Esteem!

Social interaction:

VR headset (Friends in your computer~!)

Personal computer set-up.

Personal cellphone.

Scheduled meet ups with friend groups.

Constant praise and love and attention on demand.

Comfort:

Bedroom fridge.

Bedroom computer.

Personal cellphone.

Emergency Health alert necklace (So you don’t lose contact and in case you fall over and can’t get up.

Cotton Robes (Clothing for sensitive skin)

Personal art tablet.

Big screen television (In bedroom and living room)

Streaming devices with protective VPN.

Large pull out couches for relaxation.

PILLOWS! SO MANY, WOW~!

Box of Special things. (For Naughty boys only!!!1!)

Self-Actualization

You’ll be allowed to do as you like as I constantly praise you for being a handsome man while you binge almost constantly~

When you reach 745 pounds (338kg), we’ll adjust your diet accordingly so you can be a big, happy, fluffy boi for as long as possible~!

Finances: I am in so much debt caring for your fatass Don’t worry about it~ ;)

My thinking behind this method: Feeding you is only part of your life and isn’t really all that fulfilling as a life goal. To gain weight, you not only need to eat more, you need to accommodate for the future burden obesity might pose, no matter how sexy it is. Not only that, but we don’t want you to be a stinky, lonely fat boy with health problems…

You’re entitled to a normal, albeit more fulfilling life with friends and relatively good health.

Now go treat yourself with a brownie~

free healthcare...? free housing...? ... hey Anon... how you doin?~ lifting my skirt showing off my exposed ankles showing off my ringless hoof fingers blows a kiss and winks

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hello helloo!! I hope you’re doing well! I saw you were asking for AoEx requests sooo may I please request a Mephisto x Pregnant Reader please 😙

I’m so completely normal for him rn tee hee

Hello blessed anon!

Thank you soooo much for the request!!

I am in a Aoex mood, tbh honest i absolutely fell hard for the stinky raccoon *sigh*

anyway! on to your request! Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note : I did some HC, hope thats ok... Also! For the other readers, this is a Human! Reader with female organs, not necessarily female.

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When you first told Mephisto about your pregnancy he thought you were joking.

But your serious face and slight cocked eyebrow indicated that no, it was no joke.

The demon was super happy about it, he runs straight to you to both hug you and to caress your belly.

At the same time he was worried. What would happen to you and the baby?

He saw what happened with Yuri and the twins, i mean, sure, it was Satan's kids, but still.

There was a chance of things going a bit wrong.

So except a lot of health checks.

Also! Your pregnancy would most likely be held in secrecy, for safety reasons.

He can't have anyone using you and your baby to get to him.

Mephisto will give special keys to meet up with him whenever you need. He will also keep close tabs on you.

Not to the point of stalking, is just, keeping an eye on you.

All this stress aside, He is absolutely excited about the baby

10/10 will buy a ton of toys and things the day after you told him about your pregnancy.

So you may need to get him to senses expending wise - you don't even know if its a boy or a girl or have decided on colors or anything, really!

he will also start the baby's room project.

At first the crib will be with you guys, but later they will have their own space.

Mephisto won't do it all by himself though. He will ask you your opinion too! He just decided to start all of this, because he is excited.

Every day in the morning he will say good morning to you and the bump, caressing your belly while giving you a forehead kiss.

When you two are alone, he might absent mindly stare at your belly. He is just thinking about everything, in a good way!

Mephisto does try to be gentleman too and aid you bathing or going to bathroom if needed. Tying your shoes? he helps too!

No need to worry about your cravings either. He will provide anything you want to eat, as weird as it might be.

He will eat it with you. Ice cream with sour cream and a pickle? You both are eating it.

If you have morning sickness he will try his best to hold your hair for you and rub your back - he has a lot of work at the order, so he tries.

If you thought that only the unborn baby would receive gifts, you are wrong.

Be prepared to get all sort of things too. Comfy clothes, Yukatas, hairbands, flipflops, anything you want ( or don't, he will get you some stuff anyway)

Mephisto is aware of what you like, so don't worry, colours and patterns will be spot on!

Oh he will love going shopping with you for the baby.

Remember the health checks? Yeah, he will read through them and pay attention to every little detail. If a little thing is off, he will get worried and will try to find someone on the medical staff to check you further.

A bit overprotective? yes. He doesn't want to lose neither of you.

When the baby starts kicking he will get super happy!!!

Mephisto will try to catch all of the baby's kicking, following their movement through your belly.

When your due date is near, he will have a maternity bag ready to go. On his office and at home.

He will be rush to you when the contractions start. Mephisto will stay with you until that baby is born, making sure you and the little one are safe.

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Thank you for reading! let me know what you think!

[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