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[purpleghoul87]

Michael gets a job!!

[bxttxrflybxddie]

|Mime Bomb X Emotional!Reader|

a/n: hey! i'm trying to get back into writing so i'm really thankful for your guys' patience. also these kinda suck tsk tsk tsk i’m rusty. reader doesn't have powers but i still tried to make y/n and pepa similar! please enjoy!

pairing: mime bomb x reader

warnings: fluff. thieves stealing stuff and hearts <3 mb is creepy to ppl. lmk if i missed anything! they/them pronouns, gn reader in mind when written

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 0.8k

mime bomb LOVES how expressive you are

he feels as if he found someone who truly understands him and his theatrics

his feelings began growing for you on the sunny isle of vile academy

you were just so amazing

you were a great student, your skills as a thief were remarkable, and you had to have been his only peer who didn't call him 'the weird quiet kid' along with other insults

you also didn't make fun of his braces, acne, or hair. which he greatly appreciated since he was an easy target for public ridicule

it was quick knowledge that when you felt, you felt HARD. if you were angry, sullen, excited, confident, etc. you would let everyone around know, positively or negatively

not even just with words, your actions and body language conveyed enough for you

your emotional personality was certainly admirable to him, seeing as in some ways he's the same

after being partners for a faux-robbery assignment in countess cleo's class, you both became fast friends

as your friendship grew, he found himself listening to you pretty often, if not daily

whether it is your vents about your problems at hand or just about the weather, he was always there to lend an ear

and in many times, a hand too!

however, this mime was raised on Shakespeare so asking him advice isn't a good idea unless you're looking for an interesting story

his crush on you grew rapidly with longing stares at you across the classroom and lingering touches when handing you paper assignments or writing utensils

soon enough it was time for graduation, where your class would finally show off your skills and steal luxuries for vile

both of you were partners for your first heists and he was nervous for his personal reasons

your form and posture were astonishing, the confidence you carried was alluring, and your aura as a thief was intoxicating

after a mission (failed; due to the Lady in Red 😔) Mime Bomb offered to help fix your injuries

his hold was gentle as he wrapped your wounds, medicated your scratches, and iced your bruises

up close gave you the chance to truly appreciate his attractiveness. including the small and unnoticeable from afar details such as his freckles, his neat eyebrows, and even his face shape

but nothing could top how soft he was looking at you. and at that moment you've never felt so seen or cared for.

as more than someone to be cautious of because of what your emotions could bring

your passionate nature brought you the reputation of not one to be messed with

and though that wasn't the worst thing in the world, it was nice for someone to treat you differently than a ticking time bomb (haha)

after a quick confession from him in the form of a kiss (that you deepened >:) ) the both of you were finally official

as your romantic relationship flourished, you can find mime bomb being your own cheerleader

in public, he won't try to embarrass you or anything but there is the hand around the waist or a quick kiss on the cheek 😚

it's very obvious he's proud to be your significant other

and he is!!! you're, without a doubt, his first romantic relationship so he wants to do good 4 u!

you're such an important person in his life 😭 you're his best friend

he wants to impress you literally so bad!! on a mission he will 💯 go off on his own and come back w a few stolen trinkets he thinks you'll like

DEAR LORD FORBID YOU GET GOSSIPED ABOUT

if he overhears someone whispering about some rumor (true or not lol) around you, he'll follow and blackmail them for something he finds that's WAY worse. plus, he gets to stir drama

however, if someone, who is dumb, shit talks you in front of him? he's quick to defend you!

he can't start an argument or anything verbal (since most ppl don't appreciate his mimery 🙄) but this redhead will go out of his way to act...extra creepy..around them. big toothy smiles and the presence of eyes never really leaving them

but! if u ask him not to he won't dw

he loves loves LOVES taking you out to dates like movies or performances! he gets to enjoy the theatre and how you're the perfect audience member

((shhh super secret time: he feels very Big And Strong® even you hold onto his arm in scenes that are scary or thrilling))

without a doubt mime bomb knows the cues for your feelings. from something small to an eyelid twitch or bigger like a change of stance, he knows when something's wrong and he'll want to know how to make it right

he's very patient with you! mime bomb cares plenty about how you feel and he wants you to know that you can take your time and not have to worry abt anything w him

he has pretty hands :) hold them

in private he is vry cuddly, he enjoys holding you or being held

he really enjoys attacking u with kisses >:) (if you're okay w it obvi) bc he gets to hear ur laugh

mime bomb loves your personality bc he loves YOU! 🖤

© BXTTERFLYBXDDIE

[kaashiboo]

hiii i hope u have a nice day! how would akaashi and kita react if their s/o cries because of how much they love them?? idek if that makes sense nsnsm but i hope u understand ! byeee stay safe

haikyuu boys reacting to you crying because of how much you love them

┇ akaashi and kita

→fluff

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

✎ a/n: AAAH this is the first ever request that I've gotten so i was really excited when i saw the notification heh:') i really appreciate the request! i hope i did well on this oneee. stay safe to you too! <3 and thank you for your patience because i know this took a long time hehe.

akaashi

you were patiently waiting in the library for akaashi as he offered to study with you for the upcoming exams but since he still has practice, you decided to just wait for him.

you had a mental debate with yourself whether you should start studying already or just use your phone— and you obviously choose the latter.

you stared at your wallpaper, it was a candid picture of akaashi crouched down with bread crumbs on his palms as an attempt to feed the birds. it was honestly such a lovely experience.

a wide grin never left your face. a sigh of contentment escaped from your lips. you propped your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm as you continually scroll through your album named 'memories with keiji<3'.

you stop scrolling for a while, starting to realize how lucky you are to have akaashi in your life. memories of you two together flooded your mind and you start tearing up.

-

"love, try feeding the birds. just try not to... look scary." he teased, you let out a loud and offended 'huh?', startling some of the birds and he gave you an i-told-you look.

"y/n, sweetie. i bought snacks for you since i heard from the school's nurse that you were having some bad cramps."

"sweetheart, it's okay to cry. i'm here now, you don't need to hide your feelings from me because i would always be more than willing to help you, okay?"

"you did great, my love! i am so proud of you. i love you."

-

you hadn't noticed that akaashi was secretly watching you from afar until you heard a soft thump on the floor and you quickly looked up at him.

"kei—" you were about to greet him but he immediately embraced you.

your eyes widened in surprise, rubbing his back soothingly. "is there something wrong?" you whispered softly, your other hand making its way to play with his hair.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you that?" he pulled away, cupping your cheeks in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumb and you finally noticed that you were crying the whole time.

"oh no," you laughed a bit. "i'm alright, keiji. i was just overwhelmed." you tried explaining but he was still reluctant at your response and so you picked up your phone that you placed on the table as soon as you caught sight of his presence.

"see? i was just looking at our pictures. i swear, i didn't mean and i never even noticed that i started crying." he finally relaxed. sensing that you were still in a good mood.

"but why were you even crying in the first place?" you slowly turned your head to the side where you can't see him. too embarrassed to answer but he held your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly guiding your head to face him.

you knew you could have looked away but you couldn't help but to just stare back. "i love you." you blurted, causing him to smile.

"i love you too, sweetheart. but i don't think that answers my question."

"well that was my answer." you saw his smile turn into a small smirk, "i don't think i understand what you're trying to imply, my love. could you please explain it more?" you playfully pinched his cheeks before planting a kiss on the same spot.

"it's okay to cry, love." he muttered.

kita

"how has he been?" granny yumie looked at you adoringly as you prepared a bento box to bring to kita as he was still in practice.

"he's been treating me better than anyone could, granny." you answered honestly.

"that's good to hear, y/n-chan, but i think i would love to hear you talk about him more. come on, it's just the two of us." she insisted. you chuckled before wrapping up the food you had prepared before sitting down on the floor across her. ready to give in and do what she requested.

"shinsuke is a very lovely boy, granny. truth to be told, i was very intimidated when i first bumped into him and the way he looked at me weirdly because i was the one who apologized when he spilled his drink on me,” you laughed as you thought about it.

“but he was also kind enough to lend me his jacket before he rushed off to practice and i was thankful for it because i at least had the reason to find him and return him his jacket.” you glanced at granny yumie who was intently listening to you talk.

“and the day after that, i returned his jacket but he insisted that i should keep it,” you paused again, smiling a bit before pointing at the jacket you were currently wearing. “it’s this one.” you said before continuing with your story.

“and because we were in the same year, he would always give me his notes even though i don’t really need them— well i kinda do need them since i don’t like writing. not only that but he offered to always walk me home.”

“granny, i wonder how he’s able to pull off that kind of thing?” you bit your lips, trying to come up with an answer.

“what thing, dear?”

“he may not be the most affectionate person in the world but i still feel so loved whenever i’m with him. he’s not like me who always craved their partner’s touch but even so, he still manages to show that he cares and that he loves me very much and i am beyond grateful to have him. he’s so patient and understanding with me.” you pouted in a playful manner, trying to hide the fact that you were close to crying.

you’ve never had problems with talking about your relationship with kita to other people but this conversation with granny yumie is different since you were used to talk about the two of you casually but this time, nothing but sincerity lingered in the air and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat that was starting to build up.

“ah, i think they would have their break in a few minutes soon, granny. i should probably go ahead now.” you excused yourself.

“be careful on the way, y/n-chan.” she reminded you.

“will do, granny! thank you for helping me prepare shin’s food.” you bowed and left hurriedly.

once you are out of the house, you let the tears stream endlessly, clutching tightly onto the fabric wrapped around the bento box to not accidentally let it go.

you were walking at a fast pace not until someone held your shoulders, forcing you to look up.

“y/n?”

“shin!” you yelped in surprise, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before smiling at him.

“wait why are you here? aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” you narrowed your eyes. realizing that he was wearing a new t-shirt.

“i could be asking you the same question, darling. but to answer yours, we ended practice early.” he let go of you before scanning your face completely and you felt like melting under his gaze, “do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“it’s a ridiculous reason, shin. it’s fine.” you insisted before holding your hand out for him to get the food that you made for him and he gladly accepted it.

“nothing is ridiculous if it’s you, y/n. especially if it’s your feelings. you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you to the bench near where you two were standing and pushed you down to sit.

-

shin: y/n, good morning. please do not forget to eat breakfast.

shin: hello. i heard from your classmates yesterday that you would have a quiz later. do not forget to review. if you need my help, just call me.

shin: the nurse told me you were sick. don’t wait for me anymore, we decided to not have practice today. i’ll pick you up from your classroom then walk you home and take care of you.

shin: y/n, love? suna just sent me a screenshot of the songs you’re currently listening to. are you sure you feel fine?

-

“love. i know that you are great friends with the twins but is it okay if you tell them to not always smother you especially when you are with me?” kita said. trying to keep his tone remain usual but the hint of bitterness was still there.

you felt him squeeze your hand when you chuckled at him. “of course, shin. i’ll make sure to tell them that. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” you reassured.

-

you’ve heard kita sigh for the fifth time ever since he arrived at your house.

“shin? is something bothering you?”

“y/n. i know i may not be the most affectionate person but please do not hesitate to initiate affection for me.” you couldn’t help but smile at him. completely placing your phone down on your bed.

“of course, baby. do you have a particular reason that made you say that to me?” you asked, worried.

“you haven’t hugged me ever since i got here.” you almost could not hear him but his straightforward attitude never failed to amuse you and so you pulled him into a tight hug immediately.

-

“love?” you heard him utter once again and you finally snapped out of your trance. tears threatening to escape once again.

“please tell me what’s wrong.” he looked at you worriedly.

“i love you.” you smiled.

“i know. i love you more, y/n. but i am still concerned about you.”

“nothing’s wrong, shin. don’t worry. i was just thinking of how lucky i am to have you.” he chuckled at your statement.

“is that why you’re crying?” you nodded as a response, laughing awkwardly.

“well, i think that is an odd reason, y/n. however, i know that crying is not only caused when a person is sad. it can be caused my numerous reasons but i think i would rather see you smile.” he gently wiped the tears away with his handkerchief that you two bought together at a mall when you had your first date.

“you still have those?” you pointed at the piece of fabric and he nodded.

“of course i do. i keep everything that has anything to do with you— oh no, love, please stop crying.” he slightly panics.

[imagine-lcorp]

Make You Feel My Love (One Shot)

MarvelsDC22 1K CELEBRATION!!!

Prompt

Person A falls through thin ice into sub zero water; person B rescues them and tries different remedies to prevent hypothermia.

A/N: Hello my dears!!! long time no see, but here I am once again and this time with a little piece celebrating my little rascal @marvelsdc22​ since she reached the wonderful follower count of 1K!!!!!! She’s awesome, amazing and so so great, so go follow!!! and please enjoy this little piece I wrote for her writing challenge (hope you enjoy it too lil rascal). So here it is, thank you all for your patience and let me know what you think! love y’all!!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 3, 515

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When you invited Lena to your little cabin in the woods, the last thing you expected was for her to actually accept the invitation.

Not that you didn't want her to come but, after you uttered such invitation, you had realized just how awkward and creepy it sounded. You had been quick to explain your little cabin was in fact located within a little compound, around a small lake other little cabins shared.

"I would love to." She had said after listening to your little rambling, with a little smile forming in her face as you tried not to blush too hard.

Now there you were, trying to open the now stuck wooden door of the shack.

It was an early morning during the late winter when you made the trip but it was colder than you had expected it to be. There had been a couple of snowstorms a few days back and everything around was covered in snow. Fortunately, the roads had been cleared of snow and you had no trouble reaching your place, but the cabin had also been covered by snow and icicles. The door was stuck by it all and you kept pushing with your shoulder, and hoping the inside of your cabin wasn't a complete mess inside.

"Need some help?" Lena's voice startled you for a moment.

You turned around, watching as she approached you with your bags in hand. You had told her you would go to help her with them as soon as you opened the door but it seemed you were taking a bit more than expected.

"It's alright." You struggled for a moment, feeling your shoulder ache as you tried pushing the door once more.

With that and a little grunt, the door opened and you smiled triumphantly as you looked back at Lena.

"Uh, welcome to my crib?" You shrugged and Lena chuckled.

"Thank you." She handed you your bags.

You took a quick look around, noticing the little dust particles dancing with the rays of sunlight.

"Sorry if it is a bit dusty inside. It's been a while since the last time I came."

"When was the last time?" She stepped in and observed the place were you were supposed to spend five days together.

There was a big sofa, with a couple of cushions and colorful blankets, placed in front of a little fireplace. A big Persian rug adorned the floor between them and the walls around had paintings hanging from them. She followed as you walked inside and placed your bags in the floor except for the big one.

"Almost a year." You said walking through a short hallway Lena noticed lead to the kitchen. She left her bags along with yours and followed you.

You opened the big bag and started to fill the couple of pantries with the groceries you had bought for the trip. Cans of food, bags of snacks, bottles of water, and some more.

"A year? Doesn't look like it." She went to your side and started to take a couple of items of her own, helping you put them in their place.

"Well, I lend it to my friends from time to time or rent it for the holidays."

"So, you let a lot of people in here?" Lena questioned with a raised brow. "Strangers?"

"Sometimes." You thought for a moment before leaving a couple of snacks back in the bag. Only then you realized you missed a safety protocol.

For the past couple of years, since you have known each other, you had known Lena to be very cautious about the places she frequented. She wanted to make sure no one around was in danger, including herself, and that everywhere she went had at least an emergency exit in case she needed one. She always worried about people.

Your cabin, however, was surrounded by miles and miles of woods, had a lake in the yard, and the neighbor next door was at least ten minutes away from you. There was no emergency exit and practically no one around to help you if you turned into someone's target. You were living in a place for terror movies, of course she was worried you let strangers inside.

"Uh, I should check if everything is okay."

"We can go check after we're done with this." Your heard Lena chuckle again. "Don't worry, (Y/N)."

"You sure? I mean, I could make a quick scan or-"

"(Y/N), really, I'm sure there are no hidden dangers here. I was a bit surprised you would let other people stay here."

"Oh, okay." You said taking the last couple of food cans and opening one of the pantries. "It's just that, if there's someone else here, I can keep the cabin in good shape."

"Instead of leaving it abandoned, you get some money from it, right?" Lena smiled. "Who would have thought you were an entrepreneur of your own."

"Well, I may have picked a few things from you." You finished putting everything in place and closed the pantries. "But I think I still should check around, make sure everything is in place, and then we could light the fireplace. How does that sound?"

"Fine by me." Lena nodded. "But we should light the fireplace first, I can't feel my fingers." She raised her hands, showing you how her fingertips were slowly turning purple.

You made a horrified face and quickly went to grab some matches. Thankfully, the last visitors you had were kind enough to restock your little woodpile and leave some fuel. In a matter of minutes, the living room was filled with the comforting warmth of the fire and you and Lena sat for a moment in the sofa getting used to it.

You talked for a moment, mostly you, about the things you could try while you were there, which were essentially hiking, chopping wood for the fire, leaning how to cook with little food, and spend your days close to the fire.

"I know there isn't much to do, but that's the idea. Peace and quiet for a few days." You said pulling your head back to rest it on the sofa.

"It may not be much but that's all I need. I was starting to feel suffocated with all that was happening." Lena looked sad for a moment before leaning and taking your hand in hers. "Thank you again for inviting me."

You tried not to blush at the contact, remind yourself you and Lena were friends, close friends now, that were in the middle of the woods, sharing a little cottage for a week. Just the two of you. Alone. Nothing extraordinary. Something friends did all the time.

"Yeah, anytime." You said smiling and even when Lena noticed the redness in your cheeks, knowing perfectly it wasn't because of the cold, she smiled too. "Should we check the house now?"

"Sure." She said and you both stood from your seats.

First you searched the living room, where nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You even remembered it being exactly that way since the last time you had been there. You moved then into the kitchen, although you had already filled the pantries with food and snacks, there wasn't much to look into. Next, there were a couple of rooms, placed behind the living room and the kitchen and separated by the hallway. There was a bed in each one and Lena was a bit disappointed when you told her you would have your own rooms.

"No need to share a bed." You laughed a bit awkwardly and moved to check under one of the beds.

"Alright." She replied with a small sigh that you could hear.

You would have wanted to ask what that sigh meant but thought best of it. "All clear."

"Good."

You stood and walked to the door. "Alright, so, uh, this is your room and I don't know, I still haven't showed you the lake so maybe we could go for a while after we unpack."

"Okay, I like how that sounds." Lena said meeting you at the door. She was a bit closer to you than you would have expected and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Let's go for our bags."

"Right." You moved to the side and walked with Lena to the main door, unaware of the grin that had formed in her face. You took your bags and headed back to your rooms.

An hour later, you were out of the cabin, walking through the dirt road that lead to the shore of the lake. You had to kick your way through the snow that had accumulated around but you managed. The lake itself was frozen, the blue and white of the surface contrasting with the clear blue sky and the dark brown trees. The light reflected on it, making everything around brighter. It reminded you a bit of Lena's smile.

"It looks beautiful." She said stopping near the shore.

"It is." You said while looking at her.

"I get why you like this place." She turned to look at you and you couldn't help but smile.

"It's a little piece of paradise." You said stepping near her. "And I gotta show you a little thing."

You started to walk past the shore of the lake into it frozen surface, waking a couple of yards away.

"(Y/N), what are doing?" She said worriedly.

"It's alright, the lake stays frozen until spring so I can show you a little something."

You bent down to clear some of the snow on the surface and smiled when you got a glimpse of the fishes that could still swim in the cold water. Every time you stayed in the cabin you tried to fish under the ice out of curiosity and stubbornness. Many locals tried it too and although you had never caught anything, it was fun to try anyways. Maybe this time, with Lena's help, you could actually catch something. So you had, in fact, another thing you could do during your little vacation.

"Show me what?" Lena raised her voice. She was still standing along the shore of the lake, unsure if it was safe to follow.

You were about to answer when you heard a loud crack under your feet and Lena watched with horror as multiple fissures made their way on the surface of the lake where you stood. It seemed you had miscalculated the resistance of the ice you were standing and now you were in trouble.

Just like the lake, you froze in place, trying to keep yourself calm. If you could move slowly and steady enough towards the shore, this would be nothing more than a little scare.

"(Y/N)." You could hear the worry and fear in Lena's voice as she approached the lake.

"I'm fine." You raised your hands, trying to keep them out of your body for some balance, and looked at Lena with a little smile, reassuring her as much as possible. "The ice is a little soft here so I'm gonna move to the shore."

You took a short step forward but instantly regretted it as the cracks expanded along the ice. You felt the panic raise in your chest.

"(Y/N), please don't move." Lena said looking equally scared. "I'm gonna get you out, okay? Don't move."

"I won't." You swallowed hard, taking a couple of deep breaths, filling the cold air with a warm mist.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as you tried to calm yourself and watched as Lena approached the edge of the lake. She was going walking towards you and you feared this would only worsen your situation but not just for you but for Lena too. If the ice could hold her weight then you had a chance to reach her and get out of the lake without further problem. However, if the ice kept cracking it would put the two of you in danger and falling into freezing waters was not something you wanted to happen on your first day of vacation.

Lena took the first step into the lake, slow and steady, testing the ice under her feet. She was looking down, making sure she wasn't stepping on some other cracks, and raised her eyes towards you from time to time to make sure you were still in place. She was a couple of steps away from you when you both heard a loud cracking.

There was a look in her face you had seen a couple of times before but never directed towards you, a mix of fear and worry that let you know you were in trouble. You felt the ice move, so subtle at first but then like a tremor under your feet, and you were about to jump to the other side when you were sucked into the frozen lake.

First you felt the pain, as if thousands and thousands of shards of glass were being thrown at your body in a second. Then you tried to take a deep breath, which only made everything worst. You tried to move your arms and legs, to swim out of there but you couldn't. You had no control over your body and after the initial pain you started to feel numb. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move. The only thing you felt was cold.

Suddenly, as you still fought for air, you felt even colder, with the winter breeze hitting your already frozen face. You coughed the water in your mouth and tried opening your eyes. Beside you, a tall greenish figure was dragging and pulling you from towards the edge of the lake, grabbing you by the back of your winter jacket. Only when you reached land the figure moved you, placing you flat on the dirt and putting her hands under you. They carried you all the way back to your cabin and, even when you couldn't think, you wondered where Lena had gone and if she was okay.

"I'm fine, (Y/N), I'm here." You heard the green person say and you wondered why they sounded so much like Lena.

You still couldn't move, or feel, when Lena reached your cabin door. She knew you were barely aware of what was happening as she carried you inside and placed you on the rug. Using the weaponry in her Lexosuit, she reignited the dying fire of your fireplace and found herself in a little moment of panic as she watched you lay there, trembling and hugging yourself.

Of all the things she imagined could happen, Lena never thought that you falling into freezing cold water was one of them. She had to think quick and fast before the symptoms of hypothermia started to take a hold on you. Leaving to get some help was no option, even using her suit to take you to a hospital would take considerable time you didn't have. So she did the only few things she knew could help you.

She took off her Lexosuit, something easy as she had modified it with nanotechnology to appear and disappear as quick as possible, like she had done with Kara's suit to use in case of emergency, and ran to your rooms to get all the blankets she could. She even found a towel for you head and took it with her. She put them in front of the fire to warm them while she moved you once again to take your own clothes off. You were soaked and hadn't stopped trembling.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I have to take this off."

She removed every piece carefully off your stiff body, your jacket, your sweater, your shirt, your boots, your socks, your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, and tried not to get distracted by your sudden bareness. This was not the way she had expected to see you like this the first time. She put your clothes aside and put the towel around your hair to help it dry.

You still hadn't opened your eyes by the time she had finished, and were a bit unsure of what was happening, but you didn't complain since you started to feel a bit of warm. Your brain seemed to get back to working as you realized Lena had placed some blankets over you.

"Y-you hav-ve a s-supers-suit." You said through clattering teeth.

Lena, who feared you might be losing consciousness, let out a relieved breath.

"I have." She started to take her clothes off too and kept talking to keep you awake. "What do you think?"

"I-it's c-cool." You replied.

"Thank you." Lena finished putting aside her last piece of clothing and moved down towards you.

You could feel the blankets being lifted and a sudden mass of warmth pulling itself closer to you. You tried opening your eyes and in a second you could feel your own temperature rise like a boiling kettle. Lena's face was a couple of inches away from you, the mass of warmth you had felt was her own body, her own semi-naked body.

"L-Lena?" You said and this time you were sure the trembling in your voice was not due to the cold this time. "W-what are y-you d-doing?"

"Sorry but we have to keep you warm, alright?" She moved her arms, wrapping herself around you. "We need to stay like this for a little while."

"Just a l-little?" The words left your mouth before you could think better.

"As long as it takes." Lena said with a serious tone. "I'm not leaving you, (Y/N), so we better get comfy."

"I already a-am." You replied.

"Good. Now, you need to stay awake."

"A-awake, yeah." You nodded, closing your and feeling Lena's nose rubbing gently against yours. You were incredibly close to each other.

"I'm serious, (Y/N). Don't fall asleep."

"I'm not." You assured her.

Watching as you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, Lena decided it was best to at least keep you talking.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Cold." You said still shivering.

"Can you feel your toes and fingers?"

You tried moving them. "A b-bit, I think."

"Good. Can you feel this?" You felt Lena as she moved her arms so she could held your hands within hers.

The contrast between you two was abysmal, you felt like a block of ice against a heater. She radiated such warmth and you were grateful you were there with the smartest and kindest woman in the planet or you would have been swimming with the fish.

"Yeah, I can feel it." You said and noticed some of your tremors had stopped.

"Okay, can you feel this?" Lena moved her legs this time, covering yours.

"That too." You felt the chills at that.

"Okay, we're making progress."

"Sorry." You opened your eyes with a pained expression in them. "You shouldn't be worrying about me."

Lena was a bit taken aback by your declaration but reassured you as best as she could. "There's nothing to be sorry for, and as for worrying about you, well, I'll do it gladly every time."

"Every time?" It was your turn to be surprised by her response.

"Yes." She said looking into your eyes. "You may not have noticed but I do worry about you, (Y/N), a lot. Maybe more than I should."

"You do?" You didn't know if your brain had suffered some damage but this conversation was taking an unexpected turn. A great and wonderful unexpected turn you had never imagined was possible for you.

Lena wasn't sure either about where the conversation was going, for someone used to getting things on her own way, she was finding it difficult to express what she wanted you to know. She had accepted your invitation thinking, that if you could spend some time alone together, you would realize how much into you she was. Now, there you were, almost naked under all the blankets she had found in your cabin and trying to get you out of your hypothermia, and you still didn't realize how caring and protective she was towards you.

If that was the case, she had to make a more direct demonstration.

"Yes, (Y/N), I do." She moved one of your hands against her chest, placing your palm where you could feel the beating of her heart. "Can't you feel it?"

Your own heart skipped a bit as you felt her pulse in your hand and your whole body seemed to shiver and not because of the cold. You felt you heart burst with warmth and, as you looked at Lena, you could tell she felt it too. No fire could compare to what you were experiencing and you thought to yourself that, maybe, falling into sub-zero water wasn't so bad at all.

"Yeah, I can." You finally said with a little smile.

[getofy]

what i think the mha boys need in a s/o...

part 1/3

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characters: todoroki, bakugo, midoriya

spoiler warning: none

cw: gn!reader, headcanons, fluff lol

a/n: for those who have requested matchups, i promise i have not forgotten about you. i am actively working on them!! they just take a while <3.

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TODOROKI SHŌTO

shōto needs a therapist friend.

listen, he’s not very good at the whole emotions/vulnerability thing yet, but he’s trying. when dating shō, expect some emotional outbursts from him, as he tends to keep it bubbling inside way too often. he needs an s/o that doesn’t mind lending him a shoulder to cry on, and responds to his problems with sympathy rather than pity.

they don’t always need to know what to say, but if they can show him that he is loved, he’ll absolutely melt.

empathy and understanding is a bigbig thing. it’s really important that his s/o has no ulterior motives and genuinely shows that they want him for who he truly is and not for anything else. not his status, his power, or anything like that. just him. shōto todoroki. because at the end of the day he isn’t his grades, his quirk, his past, etc. he is a person. and his s/o needs to show him that that is more than enough.

in no way is this man submissive, but somebody who can talk him out of some of his more impulsive decisions without being too overbearing would be ideal. somebody who can be practical and reason with him, but not to the point where it feels like they’re telling him what to do. he hates feeling tied down like that, yk?

misc...

somebody willing to listen, but not afraid to carry the conversation.

a good cook?

someone hardworking and determined! shows passion and drive in something. whether it be academics or a personal goal. shōto needs somebody equally/almost as driven as him because he connects with people by attempting to understand them.

SOMEONE SUPPORTIVE OF HIS DREAM TO BECOME A HERO AND WILL TELL HIM THAT THEY ARE PROUD OF HIM.

motherly vibes almost?

he just needs a hug man

shōto please marry me

BAKUGO KATSUKI

bakugo needs somebody who is patient and willing to help him grow

i mean...it’s BAKUGO. he’s a hot head and you HAVE to be able to handle that. no crying when he screams at you for getting a math problem wrong HAHAHAH

also: he’s actually very emotionally intelligent so if he knew his attitude bothered you i think he’d at least attempt to be a little gentler

very important to note that having patience does not equal being a pushover. he would absolutely hate dating somebody who cannot assert themselves, and i believe he would not do well with somebody who’s super passive either. he’s extremely dominate, but letting him have his way (not in a sexual way 😐) with you would not be healthy.

not to say that it isn’t possible!!! this is just my opinion. passive bakugo simps rise i hate confrontation too but i would love to have an enemies to lovers relationship with this man.

he’ll need somebody who’s pretty good at picking up on emotions since he tends to lash out a lot too. if you’re able to look deeper into the reasons as to why he’s acting the way he is, he’ll silently love it. you have to be willing to reach out to him.

mutual respect is vital in every relationship but ESPECIALLY in one with mr.katsuki here. if you win his heart, he thinks you’re absolutely incredible, so he needs a s/o that feels the same!!!

he likes feeling capable and enjoys compliments so i actually think he’d benefit from somebody who outwardly displays their affection. validation from you would feel otherworldly to him so do it often!! even if he acts like a douchebag about it just do it. he has a superiorty complex let him be.

misc...

similar to todoroki, he needs somebody who is supportive of him and has their own aspirations in life.

somebody with a REALLY good sense of humor!!! make him laugh and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the day.

you have to get along with kirishima, but that won’t be hard to do so it’s fine.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

midoriya needs somebody who will tell him to take care of himself (ITS KINNIE TIME GUYS IM SO SORRY.).

this angel is doing his absolute best.

everyone in 1A is a workaholic but midoriya takes this to another level. he’s so goal-orientated that he tends to overwork himself ALL THE TIME. this is why he needs somebody who will force him to relax. :(. he needs his s/o to remind him that his health matters too.

he’d adore it if his s/o cooked him meals, called him frequently, and made an effort to help him with his hero studies. literally any act of service would make his heart burst. he takes care of so many people it’s like...he needs somebody who will do the same for him too.

basically, he needs a mom friend but not to the extent that shōto would need one HAHA. just like,,, somebody who very obviously cares, yk?

expressive about how much they adore him

misc...

aaa somebody willing to do study dates with him would be an incredible thing for him to experience :]. he enjoys being productive so if his s/o can turn something that’ll contribute to his success as a hero into a date, he’d be like ☆_☆ . would fall harder for you than he already had before (if that’s even possible).

also, don’t sweat it if you’re bad at school, he’s more than willing to help you. he loves being of assistance!

loyalty is a big thing too!!!!

SOMEONE WHO LISTENS OH I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

im being so real if you want to win his heart you have be willing to listen to his rants about all might. having similar interests would be HUGE for him. he needs somebody who will let him rant for as long as he wants without making him feel like a nuisance (don’t we all).

reassurance. he overthinks a lot so somebody who will acknowledge his efforts to be a good boyfriend is mandatory.

someone who understands where his priorities lie.

while he would benefit from a s/o that reminds him not to overwork himself, he absolutely needs them to also realize that he will do whatever it takes to be a great hero.

there needs to be a mutual understanding between him and his partner about how his career is the most important thing in his life.

compromise is gonna be key in this area lol.

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Shay. Creepypasta (Clockwork/Natalie Outlette). She/They. Nineteen. Romantic. Second Letter.

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Clocky,

Hello my love. It's been awhile and I hope this letter gets to you. Jane is pretty good at getting things to people when I ask. Slender had been an bit rough with work lately and still hasn't found me an group to put me in. I'm looking at being assigned to Huxley for the time being. Luckily the tall eldritch doesn't check closets so I get some down time to write for you. How are the woods? How's the snow treating you? I miss you. Sorry I'm all over the place, training had been rough. I have half thought about just dipping, leaving everything and coming to live with you. But I kind of stay around for the younger proxies, some of them look up to me.

Sorry for being sad, anyways did you put up an tree. We talked about putting up one this year for the winter solstice, I hope you did. I wish I could spend it with you but the large speghetti noodle has other plans. I'll probably just spend the holidays with Tim's group if they come around or I figure out something to show up. I got something that I hopefully think you'll like..I picked up an old pocket watch out of thrift store. It's an fade bronze but it's so pretty, arms of the clock don't work but the background is of an mama cow and her calf under the night sky. It made me think of you and I can't wait to give it to you. I'm working on getting it fixed, Laughing Jack is lending what help that clown can.

I have to go, boss is looking for me and I would not like to be picking up extra work for not being present when he calls. The watch should be in the small box that this was attached too, please write me back Nat, I miss you.

~ 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔂

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those you Hold Dear is a special event I'm holding from December 9th - December 21st at 11:59 PM. Find guidelines here so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3]

My dear Shay,

It's been such a long time since I've properly heard from you! Can't imagine the smile and joy I felt upon receiving it. Remind me to give Jane my thanks for sending this letter through. Slender... Has been keeping me under his watchful gaze more than usual. I don't appreciate it, not one bit. I assume it's because he can feel the love we feel towards each other, which makes me - it puts me on edge, for lack of better words. However, I am glad you are with Huxley. Send him my warmest regards, as my love always goes to you. The woods are fine, sometimes quiet, but with new proxies running through it, growing messier. I swear, they have no higher regard for the forest they trample through. Interesting, that you've become a beacon for the new blood. I wish I had your patience, dear.

Funny enough, I got the thing last night. I'd almost forgotten about the winter solstice but a ping in the back of my head told me otherwise. It's probably because Nyein mentioned wanting to try a Yule log cake. Guess that's something I need to do now as well. My mother used to make those. She'd praise the old ones in winter and the cake was an offering given to them through our enjoyment. I thought it was sweet, both literally and symbolically. I digress, tell them I said hello, and that I hope Toby is taking care of himself. All these years later and he's still a dear friend of mine, but he's blinded by misguided adoration to that fucking pipe cleaner. Jeff stopped by the other day with Smile. I asked him to bring something to you. So, expect Jeff's dog... Soon.

Thank you for thinking of me, and loving me. I hope to see you soon. it's... It's unpleasantly quiet with out you. There's only so much I can do in a day to fill my head with thoughts other than you and goodness is it maddening. My heart ticks for you.

All of my love,

CW / Miss Natalie O.

[arvandus]

Touch (Pt 2)

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ only please!  Drug abuse/withdrawal, adult language/themes, heavy angst, past trauma/abuse, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, fluff, pining, slow burn, eventual emotional SMUT. *please pay attention to the chapter tags as these warnings will apply at different times*

Synopsis: When you first joined the LOV to lend your healing quirk, Dabi  terrified you.  Not interested in attachments, he wanted to keep it  that way.  That is, until he needs your help. (Slow burn, soft Dabi).

Time Frame: Right before the League meets Overhaul

Additional notes: I took some liberty in giving Reader a backstory that fits in with the BNHA world and is important for the story.  If that bothers you, I apologize - just think of it as role playing!  Also, this’ll probably be broken up into 8-10 parts, roughly.  JUST KIDDING - this has now turned into an epic (roughly) 40 chapter series.  Oops.

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters.

Recommended Chapter Song: Cradles by Sub Urban

Part 1

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Part 2 - A Crack In The Armor

The pain came back, just as you said it would.   What you didn’t mention was that the numbness would gradually fade away.  It might sound nice to some, but Dabi hated it. He felt like he was driving towards a cliff in slow motion, waiting for the crash, unable to turn the wheel.  He had no control.  He hated this feeling of helplessness and traded it for anger instead. Why did he even ask for your help to begin with?

His answer was given to him as soon as your quirk’s effect finally stopped.  Dabi stared angrily at the empty pill bottles. It was amazing how quickly the brain adapted, his body acting as if he’d never had to deal with his damaged nerves before.  He had half a mind to hunt you down and demand you take care of it. He didn’t, of course, pride the deciding factor.  The scars were his, a series of choices made, a patchwork flag he wore into battle.  They were his burden and a reminder of his fight; he wasn’t going to give that up so easily.  Still, he couldn’t deny the temptation that surrounded him like a cloud, even if all he did was entertain the thought. 

Dabi waited all day for your visit until finally your characteristic knock on his door rewarded his patience.  He stood from his bed and cooled his features into their typical mask before opening the door. There you stood, keen eyes already assessing him.

“Can I come in?” you asked. Like the day before, he stepped aside just enough to let you pass.  He had discovered yesterday that he liked having your presence close to him… it gave his pulse a little rush.  He caught a whiff of your shampoo as you gingerly passed him and felt the softness of your shirt as it brushed against his own like a whisper.  His grip on the doorknob tightened.

As soon as Dabi closed the door behind you, you got started.  You were determined to be strictly business.  “How’re you feeling?” you asked, keeping your tone even, the perfect balance of concern and professionalism.  Dabi wanted to laugh.  Were you always this serious?

“Like shit.” He grinned. “That quirk of yours is potent stuff.”

You couldn’t help but let a grin escape in response to his candid words, a fracture in your hastily built armor.  “Not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“It’s a compliment.” He stated.

You felt your throat go tight.  Stay on task.  Stay on task.  You cleared your throat slightly as you averted your eyes from him.  “Well, let’s have a look.”

With a little less flair than yesterday, he removed his jacket like before, followed by his shirt as he turned around to display his back for you.

You could see that the bandages were seeped through.  You had laid them on thick since you knew you wouldn’t be able to check on him as often as you’d like – he was still going out to do Shigaraki’s bidding and you had others to look after as well.  You were planning on seeing him daily, but it looked like he’d need more. 

Your little checkups were far from over.  You couldn’t help but wonder what he thought about that.  You honestly weren’t sure what you thought about it yourself.

“I’m going to use my quirk and then change your bandages.  I’ll check on you again tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“How often do we have to do this?” Dabi asked.  His tone was difficult to decipher.  Concerned? Annoyed? …Hopeful?

You cleared your throat again, desperate for a glass of water, as you began to remove the soiled gauze. “I’ll probably visit you twice daily for the first week, then reduce it to once a day or every couple of days for the second week.  We’ll see where we are by then.  It’ll take at least a few weeks before it’s fully healed.  That’s only if you’re good though, and don’t go out and use your quirk for a bit.”

“I won’t make any promises.” He replied.

You sighed.  “Well, at least your honest.  Really though, you should at least try not to use it.”

“That’s up to the Crusty Hands.” Dabi replied.  “He’s the one sending me out there to try to recruit members and gather intel.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname for Shigaraki.  “Couldn’t you ask him for a break then?” You asked, your head tilted. “No point in making you hurt yourself over lackey work.”

The question was innocent enough, but Dabi turned around and stared at you like you grew a second head. Ask Shigaraki for time off? The thought made Dabi bristle for so many reasons.

You quickly caught on to his shift in mood and tried to repair your previous statement. “Look.  I get it if that’s an issue for you. Maybe I could be the one to ask him.  I can make it a medical request, since I’m the healer.”

That option almost seemed worse.  He didn’t need to be excused from his duties like a child with a sick note. And he most certainly didn’t want you putting your neck out for him.

“Look, I know your still kinda new here.  So, let me break this down.  There is no ‘sick time’ in the League of Villains.  No vacation, no hazard pay.  We all got our jobs to do.”

Now you bristled, your shoulders tensing up and your arms crossed in front of you defensively. “Yeah.  And my job is to make sure you crazy idiots don’t kill yourselves before we complete our mission.  You know, the big long-term one where we change the world, not the pointless dirty work Shigaraki’s got you doing.”

“Pointless dirty work? That dirty work is how we reach that long-term goal, sweetheart.”   Dabi grinned devilishly.  “I didn’t realize you had such strong opinions about how we do things here.”

“Just the part about using your talents for recruiting street thugs.  Most of them are idiots that can’t tell Stain’s message from an anarchist bumper sticker.”

You were right, of course. Dabi chuckled.  You were more interesting than he thought.

“Look,” you said, your voice quieter as you uncrossed your arms.  “We’re all in this together come hell or high water, and I’m really hoping we can all see it through to the end.  If that means taking some time off to let your body recover, then I’d think that’d be worth doing.”

Dabi stared at you silently while something tightened in his chest.  Your need to hold everyone together like glue was admirable and almost… endearing.  He felt a sinking feeling in his gut.  He knew there was a high likelihood they wouldn’t all see the end of this, if the end ever even comes.  Did you know that but stubbornly hold onto your optimism?  Or were you really that naïve that you believed there was a chance that everyone could come out unscathed?  When the worst happens – which it inevitably will – will you blame yourself?

The thought bothered him.

For the first time Dabi’s mask slipped, and for the briefest of moments you could see the pity in his eyes.

“Thanks for the concern doll, but I got it under control.” Dabi said, his voice unusually calm. “Besides, if I took time off every time I hurt myself with my quirk, then I’d never be any use.”

Between his eyes and his words, there was no room for discussion, so you let the topic drop. 

You let out a defeated sigh. “Well then, let’s get started.” You placed your hands on his back.

Once again, the sweet balm of your touch spread across his skin, bringing back the relief he had missed. His body responded instinctively. His breathing slowed; his muscles relaxed.  He closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation.  You noticed the slightest drop in his shoulders and a pang of sympathy washed over you like a wave.  You wished you could do more for him, but you had to conserve your quirk for the others too.

You cleaned his wound quickly and applied fresh bandages without any more talk.  As quickly as it had begun, it was over.  Without missing a beat, he pulled his shirt back on while you packed your items.

You turned to leave, but paused for a moment before turning back slightly, your eyes bravely locking with his.  “Try to get some rest… it’ll help your body heal faster.”

Dabi didn’t respond with his usual quips.  Instead, his electric blue eyes stared at you in a way that made your blood pulse in your ears and the air burn in your lungs.  You stood captivated for a moment, locked in his gaze, before finding your way out of the maze of his eyes and left his room, hearing the quiet click of the door behind you.

 Without a word, Dabi sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his hands.  His brow furrowed in confusion.

This was supposed to be a game.  A game of walls and mazes and misdirection. He was the ‘Asshole,’ full of snarky comments and flirty quips all while withholding his true self.  He didn’t need friends, just coworkers so he could carry out his mission and bring Stain’s vision to life before his quirk killed him.  But your magic hands dismantled his walls, allowing you to walk right in and get in his head with your stubborn heart.  He had cared. For the briefest of moments, he cared.

It was his game.  Why did he feel like he was losing?

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Part 3

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

Chapter 3: Fall from Grace 

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Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 3,639 

Warnings: smut, kidnapping, stalking, slight bondage. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: after the death of your mother, you decided that you were going to do something new to honor her. You chose a perfect camping spot somewhere down South. You thought it was going to be the life-changing vacation that you never had in your life, until Steve Rogers, a man existed in roughness and control all his life, found you.

a/n: chapter three is here!! they are finally going to start their festive, but steve is gentle enough to at least take things slow. things will grow more extreme in future chapters and i hope you’re ready for that. for now, let’s just enjoy, (lowkey) altruistic steve, yeah? enjoy! please leave a like and comment. 

The next morning, you were woken up by a gentle caress on your hair, with a pair of striking blue eyes greeting you. Not that you had any clue whether it was actually morning. It could've been 3 PM in the afternoon for all you know, but the man before you; Steve Rogers, as he declared his name last night, confirmed it by rolling the words on his lips; "good morning."

You tried to sit up, but you remember that you were still bound in place since last night. He sat by the side of the bed, and he asked; "did you sleep well last night?" You didn't know how to answer that, so you nodded aversely. He smiled, not the menacing smirk that he displayed several times last night, but a suave one, like he was gratified by your sated rejoinder.

"I brought breakfast. You must be starving."  You turned your head to your right side and a saw a small table standing next to you, containing a plate filled with scrambled eggs and bacon, the smell was so mouthwatering that your stomach grumbled at the absence.

You whined and pulled your hands scantily, hoping that it was enough to send him the message. "Oh shit, sorry." He made light of the situation and he moved slightly forward to uncuff you. You sat up and tried to take off the gag but he abruptly blocked your hands from proceeding any further.  

"Let me do it." It was supposed to sound thoughtful as if he was lending a helping hand, but the glare in his eyes expunged the sentiment away for what he acutely implied was; "you don't get to make that decision of your own, little girl."

So you let loose your hands and yield into him to perform the task instead. You never cherished your freedom more than at that moment. You instantly contorted your body and grabbed the plate. You ate like you were a famished vagrant. You moaned at how succulent the meal is.

You ate in silence and he just sat there as he watched you gobbled up your food. The sound of the room was only generated from the clinking sounds of the metal fork hitting the silver platter.

When you were repleted, you put down down the dish and you drank the glass of warm vanilla milk on the tray. You gulped half of the glass and put it back on the tray. You didn't realize the remaining splotch of the milk had stained your upper lip milky white.  

Steve cleaned it with the stroke of his thumb tenderly and he wiped it on his jeans. He didn't waste any second longer as he spoke up; "today, we are going to start our training. We'll go over the rules and learn the basics. We will see how much we can wrap today, and then we'll carry on tomorrow."  

He got on his feet and picked up the tray from the small table, and he continued, "while I prep, you can take a shower."

Take a shower? Does this mean he was going to take you upstairs and let you use his bathroom? That's a good start, maybe, you might find a way to escape through the window or scream for help.

But your vision was cut short by his next instructions. He pointed at the direction of the staircase, but not specifically at it, but rather towards something underneath it; "you see that door over there? It's the bathroom. You can shower there."

You hadn't noticed that door before until it was pointed out.  You had only been here for, you assumed, less than 24 hours, there were a lot of things you had yet to discover. After all, your first night here was restricted; you were bound on all fours and the dimmed bulb on the ceiling could only provide so much.

"I'll give you an hour to be ready for me. I expect you to be all cleaned and fragrant when I come back." He leaned down to your level and spoke composedly. "When I'm back, I want you on your knees, with your hands placed neatly on your thighs and your chin down to the ground, understood?"

You nodded. Ever since you got here, it seems like you had lost your ability to form a sentence, you could mumble a few primary words, but you still felt so caged inside despite not being restrained any longer.

"Words, sweet girl. I want you to use your words."

"Yes."

He raised his eyebrows and made a questioning look, you didn't seem to get to hint, so he proceeded; "yes what?"

Your brain quickly recalls last night's events, where he told you that you may call him sir at "certain times" and you immediately knew that this was the moment he implied.

"Yes... Sir." With that, you earned a murderous smirk on his face as if he was amused by the way the sound of the epithet rolled off your lips.

"Good girl. I'll see you later." He left a kiss on your forehead and fled; passing the staircase, off he go.

You folded your knees and tucked them under your chin. What kind of rules was he planning to go over with you? Is he ever going to let you go? And most importantly, are you truly safe with him?  

Steve took off from the basement and locked the door behind him. He was amused by how obedient y/n had been so far, he quickly learnt how naive and innocent you were. He was going to have it easy when it comes to molding you into his favorite possession. The girl he had fantasized about for months; you were nearly there. You just needed a little more disciplinaries.

He calculated in head that in a few weeks, you were going to be innately capable of performing his orders. If he wanted you on all fours, with your head pressed down on the mattress and your hands tied tidily on your back, as he pounds vigorously into you, then you were going to do so, with only a single cue.

Yeah, he'll get you there. He just needed patience and perseverance.

He stripped himself off his navy blue plaid shirt and his worn-out jeans. He also pulled down his boxer and put them into the dirty laundry basket as his lengthy cock sprung free. It wobbled as he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the lights; the rustic interior came into view. There was a single, broad rectangular mirror on his right side, over the Pecan brown ceramic sink. The tile that topped the cabinet sink resembled the colour of its owner's hair; deep brunette brown.

On the left side, there was a single wooden framed window that was shut due to the windy weather that caused the fallen leaves of the trees to enter his cabin uninvited.

He diverted the shower curtains and climbed into the giant bathtub. He swiveled the shower faucet and let the warm water wash over him. His thoughts migrated to his discoveries last night. He had stolen her phone and her other personal things and stash them in the top racks of his closet.

While she was unconscious, she pressed her button onto the fingerprint passlock, and the screen lit up, displaying all of the menu icons. He looked through all of her social media one by one; her text messages, her Instagram, Facebook, emails, Youtube history, Google history, Google Play Books, and even her Amazon search list. He thoroughly scrolled through every app on her phone he could find, to dig deeper into her personal background.

From what he discovered, he hadn't learned much except; she was a nerd, the number of books she had yet to finish explained that much. Her history search revealed nothing much more than juvenile information, and the most recent ones were camping related info. She was on social media, but she didn't seem to have that many interactions cramming up her notifications. Her emails and text messages mostly consisted of professional matters with her, what he assumed, were her co-workers.

He also read several unanswered texts, saying sentimental things, such as; "I'm truly sorry for your loss." "I'll be here if you need me, call me soon!" "Do you need a friend? I can come over anytime! :)" "She was such a wonderful human being, she's in a better place now." "Stay strong, okay? Thinking about you here."

That made him curious. Why didn't she answer these well-intend messages? Who was this "wonderful human being" her acquaintance talked about? He didn't dwell on those futile questions for too long, he could ask her about it later, but now, he just wanted to learn more about his girl.

He clicked on the gallery icon and there was only a single file. He unfolded it, and the file revealed pictures that she took from the woods; the river, the trees, the scenery, etc. Then as he scrolled down further, pictures of an older woman surfaced. The older woman slightly resembled her. They both have the same eyes and that warm demeanor. Some pictures showed she was in a hospital bed, clad in a hospital gown. She looked pale and frail. He put the math together and concluded that this might be her mother, and that she was ill.

But her peer or whoever the hell that was, texted that she was in a better place now? Does that mean she was deceased? Is that why she came here all alone? To get away from her thoughts?

He'll learn the answers tomorrow, when she's awake, and when she's willing to talk.

After about an hour browsing through her phone, he decided that he had found enough. He decided to delete all her social media accounts and discarded her SIM card and the battery. Then he turned off the device and stash it back to where all her personal belongings were stored.

After he showered under the warm water and cleaned himself enough, he turned off the faucet and stepped out of the bathtub. He dried off his damp hair as he stared into the mirror, acknowledging his God-like, well-defined figure. His chiseled abs and bulky chest that could bring anyone in his way to their knees. He trimmed his unkempt beard just enough to keep it presentable. He brushed his hair until he was satisfied with how dashing he looks.

He stepped out into his room and searched through his wardrobe. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and put it on. He didn't even bother putting on a boxer or briefs, for he knew it would go futile anyway. Nor did he bother putting on a shirt. So he walked into his basement, where his girl was kept; shirtless, and eager.

Let the games begin...

The warm water washing over you felt pleasant on your skin. You took your time in cleaning yourself up, as your minds keep drifting to the last 24 hours. Still, the remaining questions in your head were; where the hell were you? who the hell was this man? what the hell did he want from you?

You squeezed the bottle of the shampoo onto your hand and you messaged your scalp smoothly despite your restless thoughts. You had walked into the bathroom fifteen minutes earlier, and saw how complete the bathroom was.

It wasn't much, there was a single toilet and a roll of tissue glued around a wall-mounted tissue holder beside it. You also found many feminine toiletries such as; coconut shampoo, lavender body wash, vanilla-scented lotion, deodorant, toothbrush & toothpaste, razor, blades, shaving lubricant, soap bar, and nail clippers.

In the tiny cabinet sink, there were a few white towels and washcloths. Inside the drawer, there were a few tampons and pads. You truly felt like you were a special guest at a fancy hotel. The cramped bathroom was even a lot neater compared to your own in your apartment.

It makes you wonder... Did he plan all of this? If he did, how long had he been planning for this? Your own questions rose the shivers down your spine. You decided to shake it all away and stepped into the tight space behind the curtains.

You turned on the faucet and let the warm water stream over your skin.

After you were finished, you wrapped one of the towels in the cabinet, around your body. You used it to dry off your face and your hair, then you walked out to the room. You were glad that he hadn't come back yet, so it gave you enough time to get ready.

How... exactly were you going to get ready? You just realized he didn't provide you any clothes or undergarments. So you sat in your bed, still clothed in the towel until you were ready to follow his instructions.

You weren't ready to find out what he meant by "there will be punishments" as he casually stated last night, so you dropped the towel off your body and hung it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

You heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps and you sprinted to the center of the room and knelt. You placed your hands neatly on your thighs as he instructed with your head down, not wanting to stare at his face. Despite it was part of his orders, you were also fearful of gazing into this man's eyes.

The sound of the door opening reverberated through the room, and your hands shook despite being perfectly still on your thighs. Your lips trembled at the mighty presence making a grand entrance. The sound of the approaching footsteps grew harsher and in seconds, a pair of black mudded boots covered feet came into view.

"You listened to my orders well... Good. We are off to a good start. Alright, let's begin our lesson today. You can look up now."

You lifted your head to look at his face, and you trembled. Seeing this man from down here hit you differently. He was majestic in every possible way. You didn't know whether that made you feel safer or even more terrified. He was leaning on a small table pressed to the wall behind him, his hands holding his bodybuilder figure.

"First, I want you to address me as sir when we are engaged in sexual intercourse. You have learned my name but it doesn't mean you can call me by my first name whenever you like."

"Second, I don't wanna hear you talk unless I address you first. If you absolutely need to, you may raise your hand to let me know. The only thing that I wanna hear from that mouth is your compliance, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Third," his eyes darkened. There wasn't a hint of emotions on his face, nothing but stone-cold, hard-rock sobriety. Like a supreme commander, commanding his subordinates. "I expect you to submit to me, fully. Your body and your mind belong to me now. I am in control of the way it works and I am free to choose whatever I want to do to you. No refusal, no recalcitrance, no inquiry. Trust me, the less you resist, the easier this will be."

You were stiffened in place, cemented on spot. He demanded complete submission; a person you had never come across before, the pieces of equipment that were foreign to you, a territory you never had the slightest bit of idea existed... You were forced to yield and accommodate yourself into it. You bit the insides of your cheek to forestall the tears. He already had you impotent, like a wounded animal succumbing to its injuries. Resistance would be vain now. So you let him take the wheel. Even if it means, your temple would be driven by him.

Maybe... Just maybe, after you've pleased him enough by letting him get a grip of you, he might let his guard down and you might even find a way to escape.

But not now, you must work to earn his trust first. You just needed to brace yourself and have self-control. This man promised you that he wasn't going to hurt you, after all, maybe in exchange for a few sexual favors, you might obtain your freedom.

So you entertained him, by saying his two favorite words. "Yes, sir."

"Alright. Now, get on the bed and lay on all fours, like you did last night."

You got on your feet and walked slowly to the mattress. It wasn't a comfortable one. It only had one pillow and not a duvet. It made you miss your own bed dearly.

You laid on the bed, seeking the most comfortable position, despite nothing that would actually make that much difference. You were still placed in the center of the bed, with your head on the pillow.

Steve followed you behind, and he restrained you again to the corners of the bed. He got on top of you, caging your hips with his knees.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how it feels to cum. Fall apart as you give into pleasure... You're never going to be the same once I'm done with you."

He started with nipping the sensitive spot of your neck, followed by the soft caress of his fingers, slowly moving down to your lip, circling around the bud, as he began to collect the wetness there. He moved his head down to your breasts, as he sucked your left nipple with his lips. The feeling overwhelmed you, you had never done this with any man before.

To say you were inexperienced would be an understatement. You had never dated anyone, let alone sleep with one. Your thoughts were jumbled with the sensation, you wanted to push him away, but you were bound in spot, your brain is telling you to tell him to stop, but you couldn't.

His mouth is taking its sweet time, moistening your nipple, as the finger on your bud didn't stop, but rather going faster, rubbing you up and down, that elicited a faint moan from you. What is he doing? What is this feeling? You didn't know. But you let yourself get lost in the moment. Thrilled to let him enlighten you.

He released your nipple with a loud pop and he continued his wrongdoing, by moving down to your most sensitive area. He stared at your sweet cunt and unhesitantly dipped his tongue into it.  The lewd noises he was making with his mouth was making your head spin; you tried to block him out by sealing your thighs but he hindered you by wrapping his large hands around your thighs so tightly, you thought it might leave a red mark of fingers afterward.

His right-hand retreated to your breasts, to pinch the right nipple that was left ignored earlier. He groped you so fiercely that you shrieked from the pain. You shifted your head to the side to hide your pleasure, not noticing that his fingers had released your nipple to shove them inside you.

You threw your head back from the sudden intrusion. Your body felt electrified. The sensation was extraordinary. Him pleasuring you with his tongue was one thing, but his fingers stroking the sensitive spot inside you made you forget the dreary situation you were currently trapped in.

You lifted your head to look down at him, trying to figure out what was happening; you could see him engorging you with his eyes shut, as two of his fingers were scissoring inside of you. Your head was misty, and before you know it, your climax had washed over you. The sudden eruption of euphoria shocked you, as you give in to the bliss. You trembled from the unprecedented explosion your body made, as you panted harshly, ceasing you from moving.

Steve was exultant by his work, how he knew he had successfully taken the first step of breaking down your wall. How he managed to inoculate your brain with pleasure. His mouth and fingers had triumphantly turned you into an incoherent, cum-drunk mess, that you didn't even try to fight or resist him. It would be so much easier to mold you to a more advanced doll now.

He reached to your eye level and caged your head once more with his hands, as he alerted you from your post-cum bliss; "when was the last time you ever came that hard?"

You opened your mouth, with still uneven breathing, and answered; "I- I never..."

He squinted his eyes at you with a puzzled look. "You never what?"

You shuddered, cautious to not provoke him; “I never... Never done that before.” 

You were comfortable with being inexperienced, until now. Until this dangerous man, who had just violated you began to interrogate your personal life; what if your celibacy incensed him because you weren't exactly what he was looking for? What he instead of releasing you, he decided to murder you and bury your body in his backyard?

He sat back, between your spread, cum-drenched thighs, and incredulously asked; "you are a virgin?"

You nodded dubiously. You broke off the gaze on his eyes, to look at the rustic wall shielding you from the world. Then his hand grabbed your chin to your move head back so that you were looking at him again; "hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You are here so I could train you. We've got all the time in the world."

You didn't know how you should react to that; should you smile because of the fact that he wasn't going to murder you? Or should that frighten you instead because that means, one way or another, he was going to corrupt your innocence, and there's nothing you can do about it...

[arsnovacadenza]

Jean d’Arc Route Summary and Translation Chp.4

Disclaimer: This is an unofficial translation based on my somewhat serviceable Japanese skills with the aid of various kanji dictionaries (and some Google Translate). As I’m doing this mostly for practice, progress will be relatively slow and there might be changes to formatting in the future. Thank you for your patience and understanding

The italicized words in brackets are the comments I made throughout my playthrough.

 As promised, here’s my summary and translation of Jean D’Arc’s route in Ikemen Vampire. Obviously, there will be SPOILERS.

Before we jump right into Chp. 4, let me give little bit of context from chapter 3 since I didn't think to translate Jean's route from the very beginning:

Comte called a meeting with other vampires in the mansion to explain their entire situation to MC. So far, they've told her about their vampiric nature and their diet. Aside from Arthur, nobody else drank blood directly from humans. Even so, Napoleon told her to at least have some caution (although he can promise that nobody was going to bite her in the future).

MC asked where Jean was since he wasn't present in the dining room where they held the meeting. Mozart asked her to come along with him to Jean's quarters on the second floor (surprise, surprise, he didn't live in some ominous tower detached from the building).

Mozart point-blank confronted MC about her bite mark, which he guessed was Jean's doing. In case you haven't read up on Chp. 1 spoilers, Jean bit MC on the first night she arrived as a mansion, afterward telling her that she should've been more alert because she WAS living among stronger creatures that COULD potentially prey on her..

(Our boy sure loves to emphasize the monstrous side of vampirism and how it changed him into a predatory creature far detached from his previous human self. There's just so much to talk about here).

MC, of course, is overwhelmed by the whole situation, including Jean's reasoning for biting her. So, she asked Mozart about Jean's possible logic for doing it since they seemed to be close friends.

And that brings us to the beginning of Chapter 4.

MC, of course, was overwhelmed by the whole situation, including Jean's reasoning for biting her. So, she asked Mozart about Jean's possible logic for doing it since they seemed to be close friends.

And that brings us to the beginning of Chapter 4. 

Mozart retorted, "To think that I can talk about his feelings on his behalf just because we're friends is a ridiculous assumption."

MC is taken aback by his sharp words, but admitted that he's right anyway.

He continued "In other words, go talk to him yourself and use your head."

And just like that, he opened a door and pushed MC into a room, sending her barreling on the floor. He then closed the door and called out to her from outside, basically saying. "Your misunderstanding of our relationship is wack. Come back after you talk to the guy himself."

She thought about the absurdity of the situation as the sound of Mozart's footsteps grew distant. Suddenly, a shadow fell upon her, and she followed to where it led.

In front of her was a figure gazing at her with empty eyes.

It's Jeanne. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

She stood up and apologized for suddenly barging into his room while averting her eyes from Jean's. Then she continued.

"As I'm going to burden myself upon everyone in this mansion for a month, I thought about paying my respects again." To which Jean only answered. "Is that so."

MC tried to give him an excuse as to why she wanted to go to such lengths just to greet him, which Jean didn't seem to care about. (Boy, he's rude let me tell you.)  All the while, she kept thinking about how she'd soon be saying goodbye to everyone in the mansion without coming to terms with this one guy.

As MC fidgeted under his unwavering stare, she suddenly remembered her earlier talk with Mozart. She needed to confront Jean about the biting incident and understand his side of the story. 

Piecing together the information she obtained from the morning meeting with everyone else, especially about their mealtimes and regarding Blanc and Rouge, she concluded that he didn't bite her out of starvation.

And she also looked back to Jean's words on that fateful night.

"If you want to return to the safety of your world, you better have a sense of danger."

"Think about how you should act to protect yourself."

(So basically Jean's telling her "If you ain't strong enough you ain't gonna last long, bitch")

But MC decided to press him more, anyway. "Why, on that night, did you bite me? Can you tell me?"

Jean answered, "If I told you the reason why what are you going to do with it?"

(Jean, that is not how you talk to ppl)

An awkward atmosphere hung between them, but Jean continued. "You weren't aware that we're vampires."

"Your wandering aimlessly around the mansion is an eyesore—"

"If you think I'm an eyesore, won't it be better if you're free of my presence?"

"Even if you said I was just an eyesore," she fired at Jean. "You didn't exactly see me as prey, do you?"

And Jean basically just answered, “Quite the carefree woman, aren’t you?”

My arms were pulled, and fingers encased in a white glove tilted up my chin.*

"Regarding that night, it doesn't matter to me however you interpret it,"  he murmured. "If you think of it as me being kind to you [for giving you a warning about the true nature of this mansion's residents], so be it."

"Don't approach me anymore outside of this, and get out of here this instant."

After Jean gave her the boot, MC broke down and thought about the entire confrontation, her heart racing. However, she managed to collect herself and left Jean’s door. Unbeknownst to her, Mozart had been watching the entire scene from afar. "Alas, it's no use, is it?" he sighed.

“Indeed. It is an impossible feat to unlock Monsieur Jean’s heart, especially for a newcomer like MC”

That surprised Mozart pushed MC into Monsieur Jeanne’s room.

The butler asked Mozart if he was worried about Jean. From the time they first met, Jean had been “rejecting various things, and at the same time absolutely gives up on everything.”

"The reason for that, I don’t know….. That's Jean's way of life. He can do as he pleases."

"But as his friend....it does concern me a little."

“A friendship between beautiful people, how precious!”

(That’s not what you should be focusing on, you idiot).

“Herr Mozart, if you give up, then that’s when everything is truly over.” Sebastian beamed. “Please leave it to me as this mansion’s butler, for I have something in mind.”

Mozart shrugged his shoulders as he gazed at the eccentric butler’s smile.

(This part is more dialogue and screenshot-heavy as I want to avoid misinterpretation as much as possible)

A quiet night descends upon a moonlit church at the foot of a forest, far away from the mansion. Inside, a lone man walks under the moonlight, reflected on the stained glass patterns. He narrowed his orbs*, whose left and right colors are different.

“Master, do forgive me for not paying my respects as of late.” He greeted another man.

“Ah, Will. Have there been any changes lately?”

Will proceeded to tell ??? about a young woman stumbling through the door from another world and into the mansion. He also notified Vlad that the Comte has allowed her to impose on them for a month.

The white-haired man smiled amusedly. “Ah, the most intriguing things do occur, don’t they?”

“But what I can’t comprehend,” Shakespeare frowned. “This woman is seemingly an ordinary human of no virtue.”

“As if an impurity has mixed in with the brilliance of the great men.”

Shakespeare hoped that she wouldn’t be a hindrance to his plans, and I quote:   “A creature that only invites tragedies instead of comedies. And I have no use of such mediocre tragedies.”

After some exchange, ??? said,  “A creature that only invites tragedies instead of comedies. And I have no use of such mediocre tragedies.”

"Indeed," Shakespeare concurred. "I strive for the finest tragedy with the most exquisite cast."

"The great men who are set to dance on the stage you've set up," His master smirked. "They make the finest marionettes, don't they?"

"That is why, Master, I've decided to join hands with you."

"With you, who carries the same power as the Count....."

"What is it you desire, Will?"

"Can you lend me your power and arrange for a livelier cast?"

"The greater the obstacle they face, the more exceptional the tragedy that ensues."

"I'll think about it," his master replied. 

Smiling elegantly, the red-eyed man looked up at the moon. Behind his eyes shone a glint of a power that can move the entire world.

(In KennieJD’s words: “You both deserve each other cause y’all crazy as hell”).

*1: I nearly fell off my chair translating this part

*2: The original kanji says “双降”, which doesn’t come up if you search on any kanji dictionary. I asked Asha about this, and she said it’s a typo on Cybird’s part. It’s supposed to be 双眸, which means ‘a  pair of eyes’

I didn't intend this to be this lengthy and dialogue-focused, but I realized that I really enjoy writing lines for bitchy characters. Jean and Vlad's were especially a delight to work with! I couldn’t do much for Shakespeare’s lines tho. I haven't been an English Literature student for two years.

Tagging @hokkaido-fox​ for now. Let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming summaries and mini-translations!

Credits to @ashavazesa​ for her tremendous help with some of the kanji. 

[scatteredpearls]

Anas (may Allaah be pleased with him) reported that his father Malik Bin an-Nadr complained to his wife Umm Sulaym (Anas’s mother), “This man (the Prophet peace and blessings be upon him) is forbidding khamr (wine/intoxicants).” So he departed to Sham [areas of Syria-Lebanon-Palestine-Jordan at that time] (seeking freedom) and died there.

Abu Talhah then approached Umm Sulaym for marriage. She was a small woman with beautiful eyes. She responded, “O Abu Talhah! A man like you should not be refused. However, you are a disbeliever and I am a Muslim. Thus I may not marry you!” He said, “This is not what previously used to attract you.” She asked, “And what used to attract me?” He replied, “The yellow and the white (i.e. gold and silver).” She said, “I do not want any yellow or white. All I want from you is Islam. If you embrace Islam, this will be my mahr (dowry), and I will ask you for nothing else.” He asked, “Who will help me with that?” She replied “Allaah's Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) will help you.”

Abu Talhah went to Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) while he was sitting among his companions. When the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) saw him, he said, “Here comes Abu Talhah to you, with the sign of Islam between his eyes.” He told Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) about what Umm Sulaym said, and he (peace and blessings be upon him) married them for that specified mahr [dowry].

Thaabit (may Allaah be pleased with him) said, “We never heard of any greater mahr [dowry] than the one she requested, which is Islam!”

So Abu Talhah married her, and she bore him a son to whom he became strongly attached. The child then became severely ill, and Abu Talhah was strongly overwhelmed by that. Abu Talhah’s habit was to get up for the morning prayer, perform wudu [ablution], to pray with the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him), stay with him close to midday, then come home to eat and rest. He would then pray zhur [early afternoon prayer], prepare himself, and leave again until the night prayer. One evening, Abu Talhah was in the Masjid (mosque) with the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) when the child passed away.

Umm Sulaym said to those with her, “Let no one announce to Abu Talhah the death of his son, until I be the first to announce it to him.” She then prepared the body (for burial), put it in a far side of the house and covered it with a piece of cloth.

Abu Talhah came back from the Prophet’s (peace and blessings be upon him) Masjid (mosque) with a group of his companions. He asked her, “How is my son doing?” She replied, “O Abu Talhah! Since he fell sick, he was never more quiet than he is now, and I hope that he is now resting!” She then brought the dinner and put it in front of them. They ate, and the men departed.

Abu Talhah went to bed. Umm Sulaym beautified herself, wore perfume, and followed him to bed. As soon as he smelled the perfume, he did what a man would toward his wife.

Toward the end of the night, she said, “O Abu Talhah! If someone lends something to another and then request it back, would he have any right to refuse returning it?” He replied, “No!” She said, “Allaah (exalted and glorified) has then lent you your son for an appointed term, and then took him back. So seek His reward and be patient!” He became angry and said, “You waited until I disgraced myself with what I have done, and then you announced to me my son’s death!” He then said the istrijaa’ (to Allaah we belong and to Him we return) and praised Allaah.

In the morning, he performed ghusl [shower/purification], went to Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him), prayed with him, and told him what happened. Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) said:

“May Allaah bless for you [two] what you [both] have done last night.”

Umm Sulaym became pregnant (from that night), and (when he was informed of it) the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “When she delivers, bring me the baby.”

Umm Sulaym used to travel with the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him), leaving when he left, and returning when he returned. The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) was preparing for a trip when Umm Sulaym was in advanced pregnancy and was feeling some pain of labour. Abu Talhah found himself restrained by that, and he said, “O my Lord! You know that I like to go with Your Messenger when he goes, and return with him when He returns, but I have been restrained as You see.” Umm Sulaym told him, “O Abu Talhah! I do not feel the pain anymore, so let us go.” Thus they went on that trip with Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him).

As they approached al-Madinah on their way back, she went into full labour and delivered a boy. She told her son Anas, “O Anas, take these dates, and do not let the baby eat anything until you give him first to Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) in the morning.”

The Prophet’s (peace and blessings be upon him) practice was not to enter suddenly into al-Madinah, but to camp on its outskirts before entering it. Anas took care of his baby brother all night, leaning over him, trying to soothe him.

In the morning, he took him to Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him). He found him wearing a striped cloak and marking some cattle that he had received. When he saw the baby he asked Anas, “Did Milhaan’s daughter deliver?” He replied, “Yes!” He said, “Wait until I finish what I am doing.”

He then put away what he had in his hand, held the baby, and asked, “Did you bring anything with him?” He replied, “Yes, some dates.”

The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) took some dates, chewed on them, mixing them with his saliva, opened the baby’s mouth, and rubbed the chewed dates inside his mouth. The baby started hungrily sucking the sweetness of the dates as well as Allaah’s Messenger’s (peace and blessings be upon him) saliva. Thus the first thing to enter the baby’s stomach was the saliva of Allaah’s Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him). He then said:

“Watch how the Ansar [natives of al-Madinah] love dates!”

Anas then said, “O Allaah’s Messenger, give him a name.” The Messenger (peace and blessings be upon him) rubbed the baby’s face and named him Abdullaah.

Anas said that no youth among al-Ansar [natives of al-Madinah] was better than Abdullaah. Many men descended from him and he was martyred in Persia.

Source: Funeral Regulations and Exhortations 2nd Edition by Muhammad Mustafa al-Jibaly, pages 42-45, published by Al-Kitaab & as-Sunnah Publishing

Lessons that I personally derived:

1. Patience if we don’t get what we want, because Allaah knows what is best for us, and He will replace it with what is better.

2. Patience in general with afflictions and acceptance of Allaah’s decree.

3. The Sunnah of mixing dates with one’s saliva and feeding it to the newborn.

4. The simplicity of marriage and the beauty of the dowry being just Islam from the suitor and not the riches of this world.

5. The greatness of the name Abdullah (the slave of Allah).

6. The wife giving priority to her husband’s feelings by not reacting to her own baby’s death and ensuring her husband’s needs are all met before she delivers the news to him. Her earlier statement about the baby being quiet and resting – implicitly meaning the baby died but that could also mean that he was in fact sleeping. Umm Sulaym’s brilliant way of informing her husband about his son’s death by using the analogy of Allaah taking back His trust.

7. The husband’s anger did not stop him from mentioning Allaah when the wife instructed him to do so nor did the husband cross the bounds with Allaah in such a sensitive situation.

8. The wife journeying with her husband because he loved to travel with the Prophet peace and blessings be upon him despite the nearness of delivery of the baby. The husband did not insist that his wife must travel, but she voluntarily said she would.

9. The value of attending the dawn and night prayers in congregation for the man.

10. Anas taking care of his newborn brother and obedience to the Prophet peace and blessings be upon him in not feeding the baby anything until the Prophet peace and blessings be upon him takes him.

11. The Prophet's, peace and blessings be upon him, habit of camping on the outskirts of al-Madinah before entering. This was probably done so as not to startle the inhabitants.

And Allaah knows best.

Wasim ismail

[sylvain-writes]

Scarlet Letters (TMNT Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 2/8: Patient X

After bringing Raphael in from the cold, you treat his wounds and hypothermia.

(Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ao3)

You listen to the hitch of the stranger’s breath as you turn the key.  You expect your logic and reason to speak up, to ring warning bells about inviting strangers into your home, but as you usher your companion into the apartment, you find yourself more relieved by their company than concerned.  

They’ve accepted your help.   They’ll soon be in from the cold.  Under your care, they’ll suffer no further harm.  You stare at the characters painted on their shell as they pass and wonder why this person’s safety is so important.  You wonder why it’s so important to you. 

As they lean awkwardly against the wall, awaiting direction, you know they’re trying desperately to hide their vulnerability.  Though it goes against the desire of your compassionate heart, you stop yourself from reaching out in aid. You think a person like them, a  warrior , must draw some sense of comfort from feeling in control.  They are most at ease when they’re the strongest one in the room.  You’ll let them hold onto that belief for a little while more. But they’ve lost a lot of blood.  It’s likely they’ve been alone, braving sub-freezing temperatures, for hours. They sway where they stand.  And when their eyes meet yours - unfocused and bloodshot - your breath catches in your chest.  

You hold their gaze longer than you intended.   It’s impossible to resist the pull it has on you.  You get lost in the pain and confusion broadcasted through the green irises.  An indeterminate stretch of time passes, where the stranger seems to speak to you only through their eyes.  

Their eyes say:  Run.   They say:  You should have stayed away.    They say:  I’m not worthy of this kindness.   They say:  Please don’t leave send me back out there to die.

It’s not until you break eye contact to lock the door behind you that find the words to say.  “The kitchen’s past the living room.” You’re surprised to hear a tremor in your voice as you transfer your phone into your pants pocket.  But the itch of fear under your skin is not borne out of worry over your own safety. It’s worry over theirs. Seeing the turtle’s unsteady gait and the way they take silent inventory of the room, you think they are more frightened than you are.

It feels foolish to hang your bloodsoaked jacket on the hook by the door, instead of tossing it directly into the small washing machine next to your bedroom, but you do it anyway out of habit.  You’ll get to it later. Now, there are more important matters to which you must attend.

In the kitchen, you find the oversized turtle seated on a stool, fighting for long, even breaths.  It appears to be an attempt at meditation. You take note that their choice of stool is far from the fully-stocked butcher’s block of knives.  Perhaps their their position on the opposite side of the island counter is a deliberate show that they don’t mean you any harm. Or, perhaps they’re too weak to think through that far.

You let your entry into the kitchen be known by softly clearing your throat.  With everything you do, you try to make it apparent that you mean your guest no harm.  You know it’s dangerous to expose a person with hypothermia to direct heat, so a hot bath is out of the question - for now.  You start with an offer of tea and leave the kettle steaming on the stove to lend moisture to the air.

The turtle accepts the drink with hands that shake and eyes that radiate trust.  So much trust.  You wonder if you’ve earned it.  A fighter such as them doesn’t seem like one to trust easily, yet, even as you move behind their back, to retrieve the medical kit from the cabinet, they don’t show any concern at having you move in and out of their personal space. But they’re quiet, so you gently fill the silence.

“May I touch you?” You ask before setting the first aid box on the counter and pulling up a stool for yourself.  Your companion gives a slow nod. Now that you are positioned in front of them, their eyes never stray from your hands.  

Donning a pair of latex-free gloves, you tell them, “I’ll have a better idea of what we’re dealing with once I get you cleaned up.  Looks like you may need stitches.” Although this can’t be good news for the turtle, you receive a nod of understanding in reply. “This is going to hurt,” you warn, like they aren’t gritting their teeth against excruciating pain already.

The peroxide bubbles over the wounds to their soft side and then the laceration on their thigh.  Though their resolve hadn’t faltered while you cleaned the injury to their side, their response to their thigh injury is not so unreactive.  The turtle clenches one of their fists atop the counter and their green eyes disappear behind tightly closed lids. Your patient releases a low hiss through their teeth.  

To ease the peroxide’s sting, you blow on the cut along the adductor muscles.  Under different circumstances, bringing your mouth so close to the inside of a person’s thigh could be considered fun, foreplay even. But as your hands frame the wound, catching excess antiseptic and wiping away blood, the intimacy is anything but sexy.  

The lesion isn’t deep, but every move and flex of the muscle opens the wound.  A good bandage will suffice. Same with the injuries to the side of your patient’s body.  The only area that looks in need of stitches so far is a split lip.

You dab analgesic on the cuts to their face and mirror the turtle’s frown.  It takes a moment for you to realize that your companion’s attention has shifted from your hands to the needles and string you’ve laid on the counter.  

“I can be quick,” you say to ease their concern.  Stitches aren’t part of your job description, but thanks to a rise in gang-related crime, the clinic has been overbooked and overrun with emergency walk-ins often enough that stitching up small wounds is old hat.

You hold the stranger’s face in your hands.  As if of their own mind, your fingers stroke their cheeks along the underside of the threadbare mask you have yet to ask about and they have yet to remove.  Their eyes flit from the floor to meet your gaze and drop again. Tracing the bottom edge of the red bandana with a caress, you decide now isn’t the time to discuss it.

“You’re going to be OK,” you start to say, but even as the words escape your lips, you worry.  Their skin is clammy and pale. Cold-blooded animals need external sources of warmth. You let the press of your palms linger on their emerald skin, lending their warmth for a minute, for two.  You could be imagining things, but you think that your companion sighs in relief, that they lean into your touch.

There’s no time to waste on wonder.  Your patient isn’t only weak from blood loss and the fatigue of a fight, it’s possible their hypothermia is advancing.  

Your fingers stitch faster than you thought you could manage; but, then again, your patients have never sat this still before.  They’ve never demonstrated such patience and fortitude while under duress.  

When you’re done, you cradle their face in your hands once more as if to admire your handiwork.  Their cheeks are even colder than before. You force your voice to be steady as you say, “Let’s get you into a warm bath.”  It’s more an order than a suggestion.

Using the countertop as support, the man-sized turtle pushes themself to stand.  Still, they haven’t said a word.

You’re under their arm in an instant to offer what support you can, but a knock on the door jars your attention.  The turtle squares off their shoulders at the interruption. Despite injury and fatigue, they’re taking on a fighting stance and staggering toward the wall.   Years of self-defense training inform you of the obvious; this stranger fully intends to defend your home from whomever has come.

Their caution has alarms sounding off in your head.  Seeing them ready to attack reminds you that their wounds aren’t the result of an accident.   There had been a fight on Purple Dragon terf, and it is as likely for the person at your door to be a member of the gang looking for retribution as it is to be a friend.

A large green hand reaches for you, but a lack of coordination is another symptom of hypothermia.  It takes a second try for the hand to land on your forearm. The grip is delicate, trembling.  

“I’ll get rid of them,” you say reassuringly, before gently removing yourself from their hold.  You signal for your companion to wait as you check the peephole. You won’t let them expose themself, especially not in their current state.

Seeing your landlord’s daughter on the other side of the door fills you with the anxiety brought on by the risk of being found harboring an unexpected, highly unusual, guest; but the relief of seeing her instead of a Dragon is enough to ease the tension in your shoulders.  You whisper to the hulking figure in the shadow of the hall, “It’s OK.”

Leaning heavily against a closet door, your companion gives a nod.  Their breaths come in harsh gasps, though they are trying to hide their struggle.  You’ll do a more thorough exam and listen to their lungs after they’ve warmed up.

You’ll make things with Lori quick.

Pulling open the door just enough to make conversation, you’re hit by a blast of cold air and sleet.  "Hey, Lor. Everything good?“ you greet the young woman at your doorstep.

“Ma sent me down to bring you this,” Lori says, nudging the space heater at her feet. “She knows it gets colder here than the other units.  Though I dunno how useful it would be if any more ice builds up on the power lines.”

To bring an end to the conversation, you accept the heater without argument.  “Thanks. Tell her, thanks.”

“If you wanna ride out the storm with us upstairs, you’re more than welcome-”  Lori’s invitation is cut short when her gaze lands upon the fresh bloodstain on the thigh of your scrubs.

“Crazy night at the Urgent Care,” you explain, forcing a stiff chuckle.  “You should get home. I’m good here.” You drag in the space heater and wrap your arms around yourself to emphasize the fact that every second at the door is a second Lori is forcing you to face the cold without a jacket.  (And it’s not like you can put on the blood stained coat without drawing additional concern and/or suspicion.)

“Yeah, well,” Lori raises her hand in farewell, “stay safe.”

You spare a glance over your shoulder but find the corridor empty of your red banded companion.  To Lori, you offer a tight smile and a hurried, “You too,” before closing the door.

“Where did you go?” You ask the empty hallway as you drag the wheeled space heater behind you.  

Hunched over the back of the couch, your companion shivers where they stand.  You abandon the space heater in an instant.

When you take the turtle by the arm, they don’t flinch.  In fact, you experience a touch of deja vous. They’re leaning into you - you’re almost positive - but you can’t waste time reading into it.  They’re only seeking your warmth, you tell yourself. Their temperature needs regulation ASAP.  And turtles, you think, have an affinity for water.

“You.  Bath. Now.”

By the time your patient is standing beside the tub, they look so pale and shaky and weak you are sure they’re about to faint.  Quickly, you adjust the water at the faucet and help them in.

Although their mouth is drawn in an unreadable line, a sound like a purr rolls from the turtle’s throat as they sink into the deep bathtub.  You’re glad you decided to spring for the deluxe remodel and double-wide tub. Anything smaller, you think, would be too tight a fit for the turtle’s giant shell.  

You don’t dare turn on the harsh overhead lights, opting instead for the softer lamp of the vanity across from the bath.  It’s the least you can do when stripping your companion of their privacy, but they haven’t voiced a wish for you to leave the room.   They haven’t made any indication that they’re made uncomfortable by your company.

Water sloshes in gentle waves as you soak a washcloth.  Using it, you try to warm your patient’s forehead and cheeks with slow presses of the wet cloth.  You try to ease their unspoken concerns with hushed words of hope and encouragement for their recovery.  

Once it seems like they’re regaining some color in their cheeks, the turtle sits forward.  There’s enough room for you to wash their back, but only just.  

You dip the washcloth into the bath.  It’s properly soaked when you raise it again, but you pause.  Your stomach flips. It seems silly that after helping the turtle clean the rest of their body you’d be hesitant to bring the cloth to their shell, but this feels different.  Though a part of you wonders if the carapace is sensitive to touch at all, your heart races at the thought of feeling its bumps and edges under your palm.

Holding your breath, you squeeze warm water over the hard scales and watch it run in rivulets through the patterns of the shell - some natural and others caused by old scars and new wounds.  It’s mesmerizing. The water passes over the kanji and the paint dissolves into the water, red, but thin compared to the blood that continues to seep through the turtle’s bandages. You bring your hand down against the shell to rub at the writing and your patient tenses before you both release a long breath.

“Can you feel this?” you ask in a whisper.

“Yeah,” they say and you’re shocked by the deep tone of their voice and the heavy accent on their tongue.  

“Does it hurt?“ You lay your tingling palm on their shell to marvel at its texture.

“No,” they say shortly.  “…it’s…” Your companion exhales another shaky breath.  “It don’t hurt.”

You take up washing their back again and listen to the turtle’s slow and shallow breathing.

“Ya always take in strangers?” they ask gruffly.

In response to the accusation, you introduce yourself with the hope they’ll answer in kind.  

“Raphael,” they say with a huff, turning to catch your eye.  Their gaze is soft despite the hard edges the turtle insists on maintaining.  

You offer a warm smile as you swipe the washcloth over your patient’s wide shoulders and neck.  Their pulse is getting weaker, and slower. Their eyes are starting to spend more time closed than open.  You’re surprised that they have been able to stay awake this long.  

With a halting reach, you bring your hands to their mask.  The weight of their hand on yours stops you from untying the knot behind their head.  But the need for pause is brief. You receive a nod of consent before Raphael slowly brings their hand down to the water again.

The knot is tight, but your nimble fingers have no trouble untangling the long tails of the mask.  Setting the bandana to soak in the sink with the other bands and wraps you’ve removed from the warrior’s arms, hands, and feet, you take a peek at the mirror.  You have a view of the turtle’s full face for the first time. Your heart clenches as what was for so long a hardened expression droops into a sleepy frown.

You wonder if the change in Raphael’s expression has anything to do with being unmasked, or if it’s all a result of the need to recover from the night’s events.  Returning to the side of the tub, you offer another smile. You bring the washcloth to Raphael’s cheek again to wipe at the clear line where the bandana had protected the top half of the turtle’s head from the elements.  Raphael’s breath hitches at the attention you give.

Your voice breaks despite your resolve.  "Not so much a stranger anymore, now, are ya Raphael?“

A hint of amusement flashes through their bleary eyes as their upper lip curls in what could have been the beginnings of a smile, had the movement not pulled the fresh stitches and turned the expression into a grimace of pain.  

⁂

Raphael’s not a person of many words, but you learn that he was separated from his brothers during a rooftop fight before he fell.  By your professional assessment, and from what he’s told you, it was the stun of the fall that kept him immobile long enough for the cold to wrack his system.

You’re almost through rinsing the last of the soap and grime from his shell when the slur of his words takes a turn for the worse.  Raphael’s eyes blink heavily, though they try to hold your gaze. He slumps against the back of the tub. “…don’ think… I’m gun’…”  

Following his retreat. you rise up on your knees and grab his shoulder in the hope you can keep him awake long enough to get him to a bed or the couch - somewhere he can have a proper rest.   Nonetheless, his head lolls forward, and no matter how insistent you are as you squeeze his arm or pat his cheek or speak his name, you can’t keep him from slipping into unconsciousness.

[doggy-48]

So I have a request. Ok so you have to have seen the cliche but great izu and kaachan turned into babies and reader takes care of them. But what if when they turn back to an adult, reader feels a hole in her heart because now she wants a baby. She tries to hide it but, eventually breaks down missing holding a little one. Smut or fluff doesn't matter. I need this 😏😏😏 please and thank you. ❤❤❤❤❤ love your work as always!!

I hope this fic is to your liking! Sorry if it’s not ;_;

A/N

: Sorry if there spelling mistakes or misplaced words or misused words (i’m dumb)! I really need to stop writing fics when i’m running on 3 hours of sleep..AND ALSO thank you boo

(Izuku x Fem!reader, Bakugou x Fem!reader) aged up (cuz like, i couldn’t think of a good story if they were still in u.a)

Izuku

Crying, crying is what woke you out of your peaceful slumber.

“Izuku..what’s wrong..?” You sat up and turned to your boyfriends side of the bed. Izuku is a lil’ crybaby still so you wouldn’t be surprised if he was having one of his moments. But, what you didn’t expect was a baby, a baby? 

You would’ve thought a random baby somehow made it’s way into your home, but the wild hair and emerald eyes poking out of the over sized clothes let you know it was Izuku.

You have no clue how this happened, it was probably another one of those villains with weird quirks like this.

You’re not gonna lie..Izuku is adorable as a baby, but you have no clue how to take care of a baby, do you need to buy baby food? do you need to buy diapers? Your head started to hurt, it was way too early for you to start thinking.

You got up from the bed and went into a stretch, for however long this last it’s gonna take a lot of patience. You didn’t hate babies, you just weren’t good with them, every time you held them they would just cry and cry.

And you’ve seen children be little rebels all the time, you think you would go crazy if you had a child, but you always thought what you and Izuku’s baby would look like. You sighed and walked over to Izuku’s side of the bed and pulled off the over sized clothes he was wiggling in.

“Awhh.” He did look adorable, but he was loud and crying. “What am i gonna do with you?” You leaned down and wiped the tears away from his eyes, as soon as his eyes turned to you his crying died down. “Oh geez thank god, no offense but you’re crying was a little annoying babe.” You gave his nose a little boop and stood up fully and went to go fetch your phone, the U.A group chat needed to know about this. 

Maybe even Jirou will lend you a hand since she has a child with Denki. Or maybe her hands are full? Well, you will never know until she sees.

You got your phone from the charger on the nightstand and turned on your heel, walking back over to Izuku, who seemed to finally to stop crying. You turned on your phone and opened the camera app, you squatted down and turned the camera to Izuku and snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat after.

You: You guys know any age weirdo villains? cuz like, look at Izuku ;_;

Bakugou >:C: Yeah, that stupid nerd fought one not to long ago.

Well, you got the reason why this happened.

Denki: Do you even know how to take care of a child?

You: Nope! but i was gonna ask Jirou for advice

Denki: I’m here!

You: I’ll pass

Denki: >:c

--

A couple of hours went by, Jirou heard about the news and came by giving you diapers, baby clothes that her baby grew out of, baby food, and some other things. You thanked her for her tips and kindness.

Over time you figured out how diapers work and how to put the baby clothes on Izuku.

It’s only been a couple hours and your ears already hurt from Izuku crying every time you left the room to go do something. You ended up having to fall asleep in the room with Izuku so he wouldn’t start screaming.

You thought this was a nightmare and couldn’t wait for him to turn back. Having to stay by his side every day so he wouldn’t curse your sleep, even tho he would still cry when he wasn’t getting attention or food. You thought you wanted it all to end.

--

By the time Izuku turned back to normal you fell asleep for hours, you thought the nightmare was finally over. 

But, as time went on you kinda missed singing little songs to help ease Izuku to sleep, or fake crying to mock his loud level of crying, or doing the silly airplane food trick to get him to eat. All the things you thought were annoying you suddenly started missing, Yeah, Izuku was already a baby, since he always craved your affection, and he was pretty whiny.

But, everyday when you passed by the baby clothes Jirou gave you, you couldn’t help but frown and miss the little whiny baby Izuku.

You thought you were finally over it until you and Izuku thought it’d be a good time to go on a shopping run since you were running pretty low on food and snacks, You two walked hand in hand down the aisles picking all the food you needed, it was all going well until you heard a little baby crying.

You turned your head in the way of the crying, and you saw the baby and it’s mother, the mother trying to desperately calm down her baby that was wiggling about in the cart, you let out a low chuckle. It reminded of when you rocked Izuku back in fourth in your arms and sung him little songs trying to get to stop crying. Why did you miss it all the sudden? It was a nightmare, or at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head over to Izuku who was giving you little worried eyes. You smiled. “Yeah! I’m fine, let’s continue getting all the stuff we need.” You turned away and led him down the aisles, glancing back at the baby as you both walked down the aisle.

The more children you passed in the large shopping mart the more you missed having to wake up to the devils screams (Izuku’s loud crying). You even started to miss the annoying things, like changing his diaper for the 3rd time that day, or when you were about to fall asleep he’d cry to be fed. The little things.

The more the day went on the worse your mood got, and Izuku picked up on it pretty quickly.

As soon as you guys got back to your shared home and set everything down he was fast to question you. “Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Izuku looked really worried at this point, worrying if you something at the store bothered you.

“N-no..” Your voice cracked, why were you so sad over seeing a couple babies at the store, you didn’t miss having baby Izuku that much, did you?

“What’s wrong? Did you not want to go to the store? Did i-” “It’s just- you..i miss you as a baby...” You looked down at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

“That’s nothing to cry about..and i thought you said you hated me being a whiny baby..” “I thought i did, but- i guess not..But! i- i know we can’t have one, you are busy and i don’t want to mess up your hero c-” Izuku cut you off with a kiss. “I’ll always make room for you Y/n, But, are you sure you want a baby?” Your eyes widened, was he serious? Don’t people need like a long talk about this?!

You nodded anyway, your head moving without you even noticing. Suddenly you were being swept off your feet, being carried bridal style to you and Izuku’s shared bedroom.  “Your wish is my command” Izuku smiled.

You were sent down on the bed, Izuku crawling on top of you and placing soft kisses on your jawline and along your neck. 

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you, Y/n..”

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Bakugou

You woke up to something patting your face, hands?

When you opened you eyes you saw a baby, a baby who looked a awful like your boyfriend. Wait, why is there a baby in your bed?!

You shot up, causing the baby to fall over, but it didn’t start cry.

You inspected the baby further and after you saw no sign of Bakugou and a baby who looked a lot like him in front of you, you assumed that this was Bakugou.

You weren’t that surprised, Bakugou has got hit with a lot of weird quirks over the past years you’ve known him. And having to deal with them until they eventually wore off. 

You grunted and sat up, picking up Bakugou from his back, and sitting him up properly. “Y’know, i’m kinda glad that you turned into a baby and not like a 5 year old child because i don’t think i’d have the patience to deal with the devil’s child.”

Babies in your book were okay, wouldn’t mind having them but you always thought you wouldn’t be a good mother, and being with Bakugou, having a baby with him just means you have to pray that the baby doesn’t take his grumpy, loud, and rebellious traits. Because you have patience to deal with one Bakugou, but if he has a double of himself you’d probably go crazy.

“See, does this mean i have to buy baby stuff?” ‘That’s too much work’ you thought to yourself, today was supposed to be your lazy day with Bakugou, but instead you were greeted with..this.

You sighed and started to get up, Bakugou’s little face turning into a pout as you got up, grabbing your phone. “Stay, don’t crawl off the bed or something.”

--

You ended asking Mina for help since she had a child, and she was more than happy to come over and give you stuff, and take numerous pictures of Bakugou to tease him about when he turned back to normal.

She helped give tips and stayed to help for an hour before she had to leave to tend to own baby. ‘Duty calls.’ is what she said before she ran out the door.

-- 

Taking care of Bakugou wasn’t so much of a drag, since he didn’t cry that often, but he also almost never cried when you stayed near him, the biggest struggle was changing diapers and feeding him, he would always wiggle when you tried to change him and he would turn his head away any time you would hold a spoon up his mouth. You even tried the plane and train trick, didn’t work.

You didn’t even try to figure out how Bakugou turned into a baby, you quite enjoyed him being a baby, Since you probably already had an idea a villain did it. You had to much fun listening to his little giggles he made when you tickled his feet to care, it wasn’t that much tiring as you thought it would be.

-- 

You didn’t want to admit it, but when Bakugou turned back you immediately missed him being a baby, even though you didn’t do that much with him him you still enjoyed him being a baby, you tried to ignore it because you knew Bakugou didn’t have time to talk about a baby when he needed to be #1 Hero. But he obviously caught on without you realizing.

He caught on when he caught you staring at all the baby stuff Mina lent you, at first he didn’t think much of it but it started happening almost every time he saw you.

“Don’t tell you want a baby now.” Bakugou was leaning against your shared bedroom’s door frame. You jumped at his words, gripping the baby clothes in your hand tighter. “What! No..I was just- uh- going...to- thinking about when i was g-gonna give these back...yeah!” Bakugou wasn’t buying it, especially since you didn’t look sure yourself.

“Y/n don’t lie to me.” “I’m nooot. I’m being serious.” You whined. “Plus, even if i did want one, which i totally do not. You don’t have time since you have to be #1 hero remember!” Bakugou lips were in a fine line as he crossed his arms. “Who said i can’t be #1 hero and a #1 father?” “See i t-...wait what?” “You heard me.” See, now if he was joking this wasn’t funny.

“I may want to be #1 hero, but, i will always make time for your wishes, even that means it being a baby.”

[kinghoranshit]

Middle of the Night (1D)  Ch 2

Word Count: 1,555

I ran a hand through my hair with a sigh and walked out into the main cabin of the bus. The guys ate pizza as they lounged in the dining booth. The boys stopped and stared at me, jaws wide open. What? Good one, Izzie. Ask it aloud this time. 

I cleared my throat. “What?”

I noticed Liam shift uncomfortably in his seat and it looked like he was trying to cover something up. My eyes went wide. It didn’t take a lot now to realize what was going on. I had plenty of experience with this. I knew I was not alone in my apartment, so my normal pjs of an oversized tee and boyshorts were probably not the best option. But we were all friends, I had no interest in any of them, and half of them were taken so this shouldn’t be a big deal. Most of all, I hadn’t thought to pack other pjs. I guess we’d have to stop somewhere so I could buy more proper ones. 

I made a low whistle. “Sorry guys, I don’t have any other pjs.”

Louis shot up from where he was sitting, fast, and went into the back bunks. He came back with a pair of joggers and tossed them to me. “Wear these for tonight, love.”

“I would ask if you’re joking, but I know you’re not,” I replied with a smirk. I tugged the black sweatpants on right there, then flopped down beside Louis. 

I reached out to grab a slice, took a bite, and internally cringed. But I smacked my lips dramatically. “Mmm, good pizza.” 

My mind trailed to what I needed to do later. It wouldn’t be too hard to escape out, but the finding of food would be the real test. A rat or something would be better than nothing. 

Harry snorted. “What movie should we watch before sleep?”

“Insidious two,” Niall answered deviously. 

I’ve seen a lot of scary things. I was considered a scary creature. Yet, I still did not like scary movies, especially demons taking over humans. Which I knew was ironic. 

I couldn’t stop the look I shot him. 

Louis wrapped an arm around my shoulders and gave a couple pats. “You can hide your face in one of our chests, don’t worry.” 

“Y’all wish… Please pick something else.” I lightly shoved his hand off. I didn’t have the patience for it. 

“Nope.” Niall stuffed the last of the crust into his mouth before he stood. 

I groaned. There was no getting out of it. That was clear. I was going to have to put my big girl fangs on and suck it up. 

***

My eyes were glued to the screen even though I wanted to look away. I was snuggled up next to Niall, his arm around my shoulders, and a blanket covered us. It was now I closed my eyes tightly and hid my face in his chest. This was the last thing I needed to watch before I slipped out into the night and possibly fed. I was probably the wimpiest vampire ever in those regards. 

I stayed like that until I heard someone whisper, “The movie’s over.”

I peeked one eye open to look at the TV screen, it was turned off. I sat up straight and realized we were the only two out here.

“They all went to get ready for bed,” Niall filled in.

I mouthed an ‘oh’ with a slow nod. I gestured towards the back. “You should probably go do that.”

He smirked. “No need, I don’t sleep with anything on.”

I rolled my eyes. “So I can’t wear the oversized shirt, but you can wear nothing? That’s a lousy double standard.”

“In all honesty, we didn’t think girls slept like that.”

“Women like to be comfortable too.”

He chuckled. “Touche.”

I stood, leaving the safety of his arms and the blanket we snuggled under. “I’m going to bed.” But really, it was a ploy of hope they’d follow in suit. 

Louis snickered as he walked back out in a pair of Adidas shorts and a loose tank. “So soon?” 

I raised my brows. “I’m surprised you’re not with the day you have tomorrow. I’m not even doing half of what you are and I’m already feeling the energy being drained from me at the thought of-” 

“I was only teasing, we’re all going to bed soon,” he replied.

“Right, then goodnight.”

I squeezed my way past the other three to find my bunk. Once I was under the covers and bundled, I shifted myself to face the wall. It was easier to pretend to sleep if they couldn’t see my face. 

Eventually, I heard all the others climb into their own bunks and the light was shut off, and now the area was illuminated by the emergency light strips.  All my senses shifted to my hearing and focused on the boys’ breathing patterns. It was easy to tell when someone was actually sleeping by their breathing and heart rate; slow and steady was what I wanted. Once I knew they were out, I tiptoed outside.

The hope to not have to fly was low. Being in the suburbs did not lend the luxury of a lot of animals. I sniffed the air for something. Anything. I caught the scent of a deer. About twenty miles North from here. There must be small woods. I bent my knees a bit to give leverage and pushed off to fly.

I followed the scent all the way up till the edge of the woods. My feet planted on the dirt floor and I searched around. The deer hid a couple trees over from me. I tiptoed over to hide behind a tree and check it out. There was a low growl and I noticed the bobcat in the distance, it’s eyes set on my meal. Fuck this. I sniffed it out first. I guess I’d have to feed on the bobcat instead since it would never back down. Plus, I’d rather let the deer live than this predator.

My eyes narrowed on the bobcat that stalked toward my old meal, who didn’t seem to notice it. I lengthened my fangs and took an attentive step forward, which revealed me. The bobcat noticed and hissed at me, showing its fangs.

I snickered. “I have fangs of my own.”

I charged at the bobcat and tackled it to the ground. It fought against me, hard, by wiggling its body. It forced me to double down on my hold, using up any strength I had left. I opened up the neck by setting one of my hands under it’s jawline then I sunk my fangs into it- a dying growl leaving it for a moment. Now the sounds of my gulps were present. Then warm, metallic ran down my throat and slowly I could feel my body getting stronger again. The control of every cell returned. It didn’t feel like I was walking on pins anymore. 

Once I finished, I retracted my fangs and wiped my face off. I drug the bobcat and stuffed it into an empty log, then I took some brush rubble and covered it up. I brushed off any evidence that I would lead someone to believe I’d been in the woods before I flew back to the bus.

I snuck back inside, going straight for the bathroom to clean off the dirt I couldn’t wipe off, and took my contacts now since I didn’t need them anymore. But when I took them out, my eyes were still red.

“This is… bad,” I mumbled.

Vampires were not created to survive only on animal blood. We could get away with it for a few centuries. But eventually our bodies needed the nutrients that only could come from humans. This worried me immensely. There was the chance of going ripper again; it was a completely different person. I couldn’t control them. I couldn’t just wear the contacts for eternity and pretend. The wait would only make it worse. 

I let out a low breath and put my contacts back in for now. I’d figure out a way to get human blood without hurting a person. I climbed back into my bed and heard Harry stir, which made my breath hitch in the back of my throat. I waited a few, hesitant seconds before he rolled to face his wall. A low breath left me and I completely pulled myself under the covers. 

“Where did you go?” someone mumbled tiredly.

Shit. I looked across the small hall at Louis; his bunk was on the opposite side of me.

“Just had to use the loo,” I answered, the british slipped out. The loo? I really hated myself right now. 

There was a moment of interest flickering in his pupils, then he licked his lips and snuggled more under his covers. “Okay,” he muffled into his pillow.

Not even a full 24 hours and I almost blew my cover. It was easier to be a loner when I was who I was. Yet, that was a miserable life. Trust me, I tried for centuries. The connection of relationships made this sentence less horrible. Once I had human blood, hopefully without the demon inside of me taking over, I’d be able to hide myself.  

Next: Ch 3 (to come...)

[Masterlist]

[kuurara]

Moonless Nights - Chapter 3

A Regis x Geralt Fic

Link to AO3

Notes:

Hello! I know I'm quite late with an update but these last months have been hard on me. This chapter kind of concludes the beginning of the story. I will try to update it as soon as possible. This fic is quite self-indulgent and also I don't have a beta reader! So, please, feel free to say to me if you encounter any mistakes. And also, I took some poetic liberties with the lore (especially regarding monsters). Thank you for your patience! All comments are appreciated!

Other info: Rating: M Tags: Light angst, slow burn, friends to lovers, mystery, maybe some fluff times

CHAPTER 3

Geralt took his time polishing his swords while looking at his old friend at the pot. With Regis' back at him, he could notice how the posture was downwards, and the way the vampire's shoulders were stiff. Being away from Toussaint - or away from his blood brother - was not doing any good to Regis. Even vampires needed time to rest, and Regis was not giving himself this time.

When Ciri showed up in Corvo Bianco telling him this crazy tale about undead vampires he didn't buy it. He looked up for explanations, maybe even a new creature not identified by the witchers? But his daughter was pretty determined and he does trust Ciri. 

Himself had heard about the myths of zombies, undead monsters, but never seen one. It was a tale of sorts, just like the fairies in the princesses' stories but a lot scarier. Often told to scare people who wanted to practice necromancy, there is a lot of vague information, nothing conclusive. He sent a letter to Yennefer asking for her guidance in the matter - after all, she does have some experience in the field - but nothing to be found on any of her books and scrolls. And the letter he received for an answer was a lot less polite than he expected yet he couldn't blame Yennefer for being jealous over Ciri. Then while searching in the lab, the danger in which Regis could be involved hit him. It was vampires specimens that Ciri found and what if it has to do with Dettlaff? Then he proceeded to do what he can do better than researching.

Regis finished some flasks of medicine and gave it to Nora and Ligia. It was past lunchtime and neither he or Geralt had any food. 

"Aren't you hungry, Geralt?" 

"Hmmm," The witcher was rummaging through his stuff, searching for something. "No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything since you arrived." Regis quirked an eyebrow. He extended the long sleeves of the shirt while observing Geralt, who pulled a small purse from inside his bag.

"You stay here and get some rest, I'm going to buy some new clothes for you and some food."

"Well Geralt, I know it doesn't quite fit my figure but I'm pretty sure there is no haste in acquiring any new clothes. I'm going to tend to my tunic and it will be good enough for me to use. And for the food gladly Nora has some meat and vegetables I can cook."

"Then you can cook and I will eat when I come back. Still, we need to gather supplies if we are going to travel and you can't cook and sew at the same time. Choose one." He crossed his arms and stared at Regis. "We don't know what we are looking for Regis or what is out there, we can't waste time. It will be quicker this way."

Unconsciously Regis' hand went to his side and he felt the little sting of the stitches. It is already healed and he needs to take the thread off his skin. A bath would be good too. "Now Geralt, maybe you are correct. I will put something to cook and trust you to have enough taste to not buy me an ugly cuirass. But then, please, be quick."

"I don't believe they will have any cuirass here, Regis." A small smile played in his lips. "Maybe some brigandine if we are lucky."

At this Regis made a face and signalized with his hand to Geralt go way.

Geralt was not quick. Well, he could be quick if he wanted, but he also wanted to find something decent for his friend to wear and this village didn't have anything. He asked some locals and they were kind enough to offer some linen shirts - but as Regis put himself, he is being bothered by the cold. Maybe it is because he hasn't completely healed from Stygga? Was it too intrusive to be asked? At least he brought some dried meat and vegetables. He doesn't know where they are going next and with winter here it will be harder to hunt. It will be better too if they don't camp in the opening.

"Ey Witcher", a gruff man called him. "Heard you looking for some clothes for your friend the barber."

"I'm looking for anything that can provide more heat than a linen shirt."

"Then it is your lucky day sir because I have what you need right here." The man slapped the crate and proceeded to open it, which revealed some goods. "This fine loading arrived yesterday and we can negotiate a good price."

The clothes inside the crate were not of fine quality but a lot sturdier than a simple shirt, for sure. The man beckoned him closer. Well, luckily he won't be returning empty-handed. He took a dark green gambeson with long sleeves from inside and some shirts he supposed were Regis' size. "How much?" 

The vendor sniffed and was happy to offer a not so cheap price.

Nora was kind enough to lend to Regis her old tub after he prepared a soup. There wasn't much to cock but he put his bests skills in use to provide something nutrient for him, Geralt, and their hosts. Then quickly gathered some water, heated it, and poured into the tub. The woman took her daughter to the main room of the house so he could use the little space in the back for more privacy.

Regis took his scissors from inside his medical kit and tried to cut the stitches from his skin. If he could use a mirror this task would be a lot easier, but life can't be easy for anyone these days, right. He huffed a little while pulling at the thread. He looked intrigued by it - the stretch of his skin and the contrast of the red affected area with the rest of his body. What created that creature he and Geralt killed? Was it an undead as his friend was stating? He wished he had the chance to examine the body. The thrill was high but if he remembers well the creature had wings, what is very peculiar - katakans didn't have any. Maybe it was a mutant? He sank his body into the warm water and enjoyed it while speculating what was Dettlaff up to and if he has any connection to any of it.

The knock at the door was subtle. "Regis, I bought your clothes." 

With some effort he got up and went to the door, putting his hand outside. Geralt deposited the new clothes on them. "Thank you, my friend." He was surprised to see that Geralt brought a wintry gambeson and a shirt, and more surprised yet when it all fitted him well. Looking down at his body it wasn't very fancy, indeed, but sober enough to appraise his patients. 

Stepping out of the room he found Geralt eating, and Nora and Ligia chatting. 

"At least you heated the soup? It was supposed to be lunch but it is so late that we can already call it dinner."

"It is fine. The clothes are fine too." Geralt looked up from his bowl.

"Sir Regis," Nora was with Ligia on her lap, "thank you for the help. I'm already feeling a lot better. Sadly I don't have the coin to pay you two and the townsfolk won't believe there was a monster out there and provide money."

"We have already said it isn't necessary ms Nora, and you provided us with a roof and food. We must thank you for your hospitality."

"When are we leaving, Regis? Got any trace from Dettlaff to follow?"

"I will consult... my friends." He took a small piece of meat from the pot and could feel Ligia's eyes on him with a lot of curiosity. "And then return with some answers. If you excuse me." 

He walked for some time outside the house until a raven came from the forest. 

"Hello, little bird. Do you have any new clues for me?" The bird chirped and denied any information until he presented the meat. "Now, you are being very demanding. I know it is risked to follow someone that asked to not be followed but-" the raven took the meat from his fingers "the cause is quite noble, my feathery friend. It would be beneficial if we abandoned the bribe."

The raven eyed him with disinterest and then communicated that his group saw some lesser vampires by the Chotla. It was not much. He thanked the raven and before they could fly, Regis asked something more. "Also, did your group has seen anything strange with these vampires?" The raven tilted their head and left. He presumed that there weren't any special specimens of vampires and went back and presented the information to Geralt who didn't take it too well.

"I'm a good tracker Regis, but not this good. You will be able to locate these vampires if we travel in this direction?"

"I may be able to track it, yes. I rely on some help from my friends-" Ligia gave a little gasp from the side of the room, which made him almost smirk. "and I am able to communicate with my brethren. The problem is that even doing it I've been running around for some time. There are a lot more of my kind out there than I could imagine."

This was Geralt's time to smirk. "Yes, I've noticed it. So we leave tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, tomorrow morning is settled."

They prepared to sleep and the next day Regis gave Nora and Ligia tight hugs, thanking them. Ligia looked up to Geralt, and Regis eyed his friend. Geralt took the girl in a little hug, not much comfortable. At least she waved happily to them.

[prurientpuddlejumper]

A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 4

<-Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 ->

Summary: You finally return home, and hide the wounded creature in your barn. Is there any hope you can introduce him to your superstitious neighbors?

The sun is nearly at its zenith by the time you sneak back to your small farm. Hugging the treeline that borders the green meadow where you grow hay and pasture the cows, you and your grim partner keep out of sight from the small, wooden, steep-roofed house nestled in the center of the meadow, and head toward an equally small, wooden, steep-roofed barn a little ways up the hill.

The cows are vocalizing their displeasure, stomping their hooves against the floor of their pen. The small flock of chickens, impatient to hunt their own food if you weren’t there to feed them, had remembered the use of their modestly-effectual wings and escaped out a window into the pasture, and now come clucking and fussing across the yard to greet you as you hop over the fence.

“Hush, hush, shh. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, my friends, but please don’t alert my family! Come, hurry,” you motion to the eight-foot tall being, now standing a less-imposing six feet, doubled over and limping behind you in exhaustion. He grunts in acknowledgment, and follows you through a backdoor into the barn.

The barn is not so far from the house that a mysterious intruder of enormous stature could pass unnoticed in broad daylight. Fortunately to your purposes, the rear of the barn faces away from the house, and directly abuts the forest, allowing your companion to enter unseen.

As the creature stoops to enter the barn, the sway-backed work mule rears back in his stall, forgetting his old age and placid nature in his fright. The cows, however, seem not to notice. The small herd of six animals, still penned in since the previous night behind a gate confining them to about half the area of the barn, moo amiably for attention. A higher-pitch moo follows, and a set of smaller hooves clatters in the bedding straw.

“Oh, Edelweiss, you calved!” you cry, leaning over the half-wall to look at the tiny, pink-nosed calf. It follows close behind its near-white mother on shaky legs as she approaches you, reaching her cream-colored head over the fence for you to pet. You run your hand over her soft fur. “And I wasn’t here. I’m so glad everything seems to have gone well, in spite of my desertion.” The creation approaches tentatively at first, then seeing the animal doesn’t shy away at his appearance, leans over the stall with curiosity. He is instantly smitten.

“Is that… a newly-born creature?” His voice is soft and full of wonder.

You smile at him. “Yes, Edelweiss just had her calf last night. We’ve been expecting it for a while, but I did not think it would come so soon.”

“It’s so tiny. So fragile.”

You open the stall door, and cows and calf spring gratefully out into the sunlight, and begin grazing on the newly greened grass.

“Ah, thank goodness,” you sigh, observing the calf as it trots away, “her calf is a baby girl.”

The creature tilts his head in confusion, so you explain that, if it had been a bull-calf, they would have to sell him at market for meat. But a heifer they might keep, or at least sell to another family to milk. His thin lips quiver and yellow eyes instantly swim with tears.

“It would be killed? What monster could murder such a sweet, innocent, defenseless being?”

He has such an unjaded admiration for life, he is so benign, the routine of farm life is unthinkable horror to him. You can’t help but draw his face down to yours and kiss his shriveled cheek. He squeezes your hand tight as he tearfully watches the little cow playing in the grass.

There is a new commotion of hens and cows  at the front of the barnyard—you recognize the vocalization as heralding someone’s arrival from the house. Your mother’s silvery voice soon follows, calling your name frantically.

“Quickly!” you hiss, urging the creature up the ladder into the hay loft. Her footsteps rush closer, squishing through the muck. A chill runs down your spine—with an injured arm slowing him down, there’s no way he can climb up out of sight in time. Your mother is at the gate. With his good arm, he reaches up to the rafters and pulls himself into the loft in a single, fluid motion. “Whoa,” you mouth silently, just as your mother throws open the front doors of the barn.

She cries out on seeing you, clutching her hands to her heart, and rushes to embrace you. You think she might weep on your shoulder. Then she pulls back, demeanor immediately switching to berating you for having vanished. She slaps you across the cheek. “Where were you?! You had us worried half to death—your father is still out searching, and the poor cows have been neglected all morning!”

“You could have at least let them out into the pasture,” you grumble.

“Don’t you try to blame me for your irresponsible actions! After yesterday… after we almost lost you once, how dare you do that to us again?” Her voice falters, and you feel overcome with guilt. And yet, you promised to protect your companion, and that resolution on his behalf gives you strength. If you could, by increments, introduce him to your family so that they would come to accept him, and then the rest of the villagers, allowing him to live openly among peers, then it would greatly ease his loneliness.

“I’m sorry, mother. I know my accident caused you great distress. Surely you also remember Ferdinand’s tale of a great monster who pulled me from the rapids?”

“That foolish boy certainly wove a tale. Your father believes he was delirious with agitation over your fall, but I know a braggart when I see one, claiming he slew a demon—tut!.”

So nobody believed he existed at all. You could claim you simply wandered off in the early morning searching for morels and got turned around. You needn’t risk exposing the creature to danger by revealing his existence… and yet, you could not be his sole companion and expect him to remain happy forever.

“There was a man,” you begin cautiously. “Of tall stature, yet whether he was of monstrous form as Ferdinand claims, I cannot say. Yet certainly there was a hero, into whom Ferdinand discharged his weapon most egregiously. I went in search of this rescuer, to lend him aid if needed, and my sincerest thanks for saving my life.”  

The older woman gasps, staring at you wide-eyed. For a moment, you are afraid of how she might react, yet hopeful that she at least believes you. Then she mutters about your being of marrying age, and that this childish, fantastical carrying on will drive away husbands.

“Listen to me, darling—you were hallucinating, swooning from the trauma and persuaded by that boy’s boastful tale-telling. You cannot fly off into the woods chasing fairy-stories. And if this story were true,” she makes the sign of the cross over her heart, “then you have been visited by a demon of hell, and we must pray for your immortal soul to be saved from unholy mischief!” As she speaks, she begins to tremble and grow more and more agitated. At last she decides you must, indeed, be prayed for, and drags you away in a fit of motherly attention, to spend the remainder of the day in church.

As she drags you away, you call out, loud enough for someone in the hayloft to hear, “I’LL BE BACK LATER, I PROMISE… EDELWEISS.”

*****

Your house is a little over a mile from town—or rather, from the small village square generously referred to as “town.” Your feet are sore and your heart aching for your companion by the time you reach the white church at the center of a small market area, featuring little more than a bakery, a midwife who served as the town’s only doctor, and an open area for traveling merchants to import supplies from more industrialized areas, and local farmers to trade the offerings of their respective farms. Your family, for example, grows enough hay, and produces enough milk, butter, and cheese to swap to excess with families who produce more beets, potatoes, or pork.

The poor farming village is something like a family, in that you all have very little individually, but share what you have, and thus always have enough. Yet, there are all of the drawbacks of family, as well. Though technically under some magistrate’s jurisdiction, the village is so remote as to be largely self-governed, in the same chaotic way a family is governed—by means of favorites, favors, and pettiness. Without the cold rationality of modern law, the town is also susceptible to rule by superstition and prejudice.  

Therefore, you take it with grave seriousness when half the town shows up at church to pray for dark spirits to leave your soul in peace.

The hours pass miserably—not only from tedious bowing your head in silence in uncomfortable wooden pews, or from the hard wood bruising your knees as you pretend at being solemn through prayers you hardly believe, or from your neighbors sanctimoniously participating in the idea that your soul requires cleansing, but from the agonizing fear of the gentle creature being discovered in your hayloft. What if he gets shot again because you weren’t there to defend him? What if he worries that you abandoned him? Not to mention, well… you are hardly in the mood for holy thoughts when you can’t stop thinking about his body moving against yours. You long to return to him. Every psalm and blessing that keeps you apart is a torture.

When finally you are released from pious imprisonment, you are the first to burst forth from the church doors, breathing in the cool evening air of freedom. A young man with sandy blonde hair and sun freckles runs to catch up with you. You turn and pretend not to see him, but your mother greets him with a sugary-sweet tone.

“Ferdinand—the hero of the hour—my dear boy! So good of you to come and help my wayward daughter yet again. I’m sure you two lovebirds have much to talk about—if she hasn’t yet spoiled your feelings with her errant wandering. You have such patience with her. I shall not chaperone!” she winks knowingly, and hurries off toward your house, leaving you and the youth alone beside the church. You groan internally, for once wishing your mother wouldn’t leave you alone.

“I worried for you, my dear,” he says, stepping close to you and taking your hand, intending to kiss you. You take a hasty step backward, keeping him out of reach.

“What are you doing? I told you, we’re through.”

He laughs skeptically. “Come now, surely you were joking. You were hysterical when you said that, still weak from your trauma.”

“I was not. I meant every word.” He had better believe it’s over, you think, considering you had already slept with a stranger. Twice. And already felt you knew him better than the man before you. You walk away.

He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, and follows you. “We made a fine match, and you expect me to believe you would throw it all away over some petty disagreement?”

“Petty?” you seethe, turning on your heel. “A man rescued me—rescued me! And you shot him! Why? Because you found him ugly? Or could your ego simply not handle the fact that someone else saved me when you could not? This is an irreconcilable fault in your character, and ample cause to terminate our courtship.”

“That thing was more than ugly. It was a monster. It pursued us when I saved you from its grasp. It was a demon with designs on your sou—or perhaps it intended to consume your living flesh! If you cannot see that, then…” His exasperation turns into a sly smile. Quietly and threateningly he says, “Perhaps you require more time in confession to clear your head.”

“No!” you scream, a little too loudly. A few villagers, dispersing from the church, turn to stare. You clap a hand over your mouth and lower your voice to a friendly, submissive whisper. “No. That will be quite alright. I… appreciate your concern for my welfare. I do. But what makes you so certain it was a demon? Could it not have been a good Samaritan, born with an unfortunate deformity? A passing wanderer? What if that being were intelligent, and gentle? Would you not regret your rash violence then? Would you not accept such a man as a fellow-being, and share your food, clothe him, and provide him shelter, as the scripture teaches?”  

“I did what was right in driving him away, and I would do it again, regardless of the fiend’s cunning or charm. The Devil has many tricks. This is why you need me, my delicate lamb. You are too gullible.”

Your hand curls into a fist as a fire boils in your stomach. You’re about to show him just how “delicate” you are, when your closest friend Bess swoops in, seemingly from nowhere, to save you. “Excuse me, can I borrow her? Girl talk,thanks.” she says in overly-polite rapid-fire, taking your elbow and pulling you away. Before you know what’s happened, he’s far behind you, and you’re walking home in improved company.

“Hey babe, are you OK? Looked like you were about to give him a thrashing. Do you need me to beat him up?” Her brown eyes go wide, “Did he hurt you?! Is he why you went missing?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m fine. He’s just… such… a…” you growl like an enraged bear, curling your fingers to strangle his imaginary neck.

“I told you he wasn’t your type,” she clucks.

“My mom liked him.”

“That should have been your first warning!” she laughs. “But seriously, I was happy to see you having fun with him, coming out of your shell, but he was way too… traditional. I’m glad you finally kicked him to the curb. Just stick with me, kid,” she throws her arm around your shoulder and gestures broadly at imaginary suitors, “and we’ll find you someone interesting. Someone different. Someone who gets you.”

You smile, but dare not tell her that you already have.

Bess offers to walk you home. Though you’re dying to get back to the creature, Bess is the one person in town you can talk to, and you have so much you need to talk about. So you amble along the narrow dirt road to your farm together.

Once you’re out of hearing range of the village square, privacy emboldens her to ask about your strange adventure. “First you nearly drown, and then you vanish—it’s weird even for YOU. And you know I mean that in the nicest way. I love that you do your own thing, but now there are rumors that a demon snatched you up? People are starting to talk, and I… I was worried about you. What really happened?”

You bite your lip. Would Bess understand if you told her the truth? Your mother and Ferdinand balked at the merest hint of what happened, but Bess was different. Sort of. She had been as cruel as everyone else when you were children, but as the two of you grew up, she felt guilty for ring-leading some of the teasing, and started talking with you when you were at the market selling cheese. You were surprised how well you got along. Soon you discovered she had a weird side, too—she was just better at hiding it to fit in.

But giant man made of corpses hiding in your barn? That might be too unusual, even for her. When she asked you what happened, there was a tension in her voice that suggested the authentic story would send her running. She is afraid the rumors are true, and she wants you to reassure her that there is a perfectly normal explanation for everything.

“The truth is, I hit my head pretty bad when I fell into the river,” you finally reply. “I was confused. I don’t really know what happened. I wandered off looking for a friendly river spirit or something, because Ferdinand made up a story about a monster pulling me from the water. I must have been hypothermic to believe that. Then the warm air brought my senses back to me, and I came home. That’s all.”

She hugs you as you arrive at the entrance to your farm. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. And I can’t believe those superstitious idiots made you sit through that whole embarrassing service!” You both laugh.

“My soul definitely feels saved.”

“I hope you feel better soon. Stay warm. In fact, you should rest; I can take care of the cows tonig—”

“—NO!”

She blinks.

“Um, that is,” you cough, “That’s alright, I neglected the animals enough when I ran off, so I really… really need to make it up to them.”

“Edelweiss had her calf and she’s so cute you don’t want to share, huh?” Bess cocks an eyebrow.

“You caught me!”

“Well, you better introduce us soon. Goodnight.”

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Sorry sweetie, I think I did a mistake and sent my ask in the submit page, I'm really sorry T-T here is my ask : Hi dearie! How are you? I hope you take good care of you :) I wanted to know if you could do scenarios or headcanons with the sweet commanders (Katakuri and Cracker are the best boys

…actually low self-esteem, how would they react and comfort/help her ?“ (Sorry it’s a bit long hope you have a good day and thank you very much, Send you a lot of love from France

Awww thank you love

Okay here comes a TRIGGER WARNING formentioned self-harm!

When they discover you self-harmheadcanon

Charlotte Katakuri

he already noticed your scars when youtwo first met, but he didn’t talk to you about it because of variousreasons

to him, it’d be better if you wouldapproach him and talk about your problems out of your own initiative,since Katakuri wouldn’t want to push your boundaries or make you feeluncomfortable

…that is, until you come home withfresh scars one day. Now he’s too worried and concerned to just waitfor you to talk to him

clearly it’s about time that the two ofyou sit down and have an honest conversation. Katakuri won’t forceyou to tell him anything you’re uncomfortable with, but he wouldreally like to know the reason behind everything. That way, he may beable to help you

if it’s due to bullying, he’s gonna getmad. Not at you, but at whoever did this to you. However, he knowsthat fighting them might just result in you getting targeted like hislittle sister Brûlée has been, and he definitely doesn’t want that

so instead, he becomes your protectiveguardian whenever you go out. If someone even tries to mock or insult you,a single glare from Katakuri is going to be enough to instantly silence them

he also tries to keep you distractedfrom your negative thoughts as good as possible and will help youfind a way to keep your mind positive

if you don’t have one yet, then he’llalso help you look for a hobby so you can keep yourself happy andentertained when he can’t (f.e. When Big Mom sends him out on alonger mission)

in case you’re feeling uncomfortableabout your scars Katakuri will lend you some of his personal glovesor other things to cover them up. And he will also show youhis own scars (if he hasn’t before) and tells you about theirhistory, so you can see that he also went through terrible things andknows how you might feel

and know that he will always love you,even on your darkest days, and he will stay by your side until you’reable to smile a real smile again

Charlotte Cracker

it actually takes him quite a whileuntil he really notices your scars. But the moment he does, he willinstantly reach for your arm and ask you what those scars are and whyyou would do something like that

Cracker is more emotional and vocalabout these things, and immediately wants to get to the bottom ofthis and find out about what’s hurting you. And unlike Katakuri, hedoesn’t have much patience either

he won’t say it, but he’s also a bithurt that you didn’t tell him about your problems instead of hurtingyourself. Maybe you could have come up with a solution together?

if there is a bully behind yoursadness, then he’s definitely going to immediately head off and givethem hell. No one hurts his beloved girlfriend and gets away withoutproper punishment.

unfortunately, Cracker is a bit…well… naive when it comes to these psychological problems. He tookcare of your tormentors, so why aren’t you happy now? You should behappy now! Please, just be happy again…

but even if he gets a bit frustrated, he isn’t going toabandon you. And if it means that he’ll stick to you like glue allthe time, then that’s exactly what’s gonna happen!

and I hope you’re prepared forneverending cuddle sessions. Being physical with you always makes himfeel good, so it might have the same effect on you as well!

Cracker also makes sure to gently kissyour scars each day so they will “get better”

when he isn’t around he’ll tell one ormore of his younger siblings to keep you company and make sure thatyou have fun. Even though he’s going to be jealous when he returnsand sees that you have such a great time without him

it doesn’t matter how deep youremotional and physical scars are, because his love for you isfar deeper. So buckle up and get ready, because you’re never going tobe without him and his support ever again!

Charlotte Smoothie

this big sweetie’s level of worryimmediately reaches up to 9000 as soon as she spots your self-harmscars

instead of directly approaching youabout your problem, she’ll give you some time and makes sure to spendan awesome day with you so you’re in a good mood when the realconversation starts

and she is suprisingly quiet while youtell her about what’s hurting you. Her eyes are practically glued toyour lips and she makes sure to take all the information properly inbefore she starts to talk

but could you give her a moment to collecther thoughts? Because part of her just wants to run outside andbrutally murder whoever did this to you, even though that isn’twhat’s important right now

no, first of all, it’s important toSmoothie that you know that this isn’t your fault. Not at all. Theseterrible people who torment you for their own pleasure are at fault,and she is going to make them PAY dearly

also she can’t help but feel a bitguilty herself. Maybe if she paid some more attention to you latelyit wouldn’t have gone that far and she could have prevented you fromfeeling that sort of pain…

but that will change now. From this dayon, Smoothie is going to do everything to be the best girlfriend andsource of comfort and compassion for you

wanna know what always makes her feelbetter when she’s stressed or down? A nice and relaxing wellness day.This is what your next date will be! Just forget about your worriesand let yourself go with her for a day!

she’ll also be even more affectionatethan she was before. Be prepared to have her head rest in your lapwhile you talk with her, sweet embraces from behind and soft kisses on your body and faceaaall the time

and frequent questions about how youfeel as well. No way Smoothie will let things get so bad for you again, so this timeshe’ll have a better eye on you and look out for any sort ofnegativity that may creep into you again