#Request Done

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! Can I have lavender for Hobie and ❣️ for reader who just got bitten by a radioactive spider? They're freaking out because all their senses are amped up to twice than there used to and freaking out over how they can't unstick from the wall. 🥺 And Hobies just trying to help reader calm down and get them situated.

This is my first ask ever, so sorry if that wasn't good. 😅

No worries, it was a good ask! Thank you for being patient, I hope you like it! 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, fluff!

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One year celebration 🎉

Hobie was running a marathon just to get to your flat in record time. The way you cried at him to quickly come over has his nerves in knots. He almost got hit by traffic when he crossed the street. Good thing he didn't, and he only got the nastiest swear thrown at him. He almost flipped the bird, but escalating it wouldn't help your situation when he remembered your sobs through the receiver.

“Love!” He quickly unlocks your door with the key you gave him. You said it was for emergencies and for date nights. Unfortunately, the key came in handy for the former.

“Hobie!” You cry out into the small flat, your shaky voice sending sirens in his head.

“Shit, where are you? The loo?!” The worst situation comes to mind as He checks every room and opens every door, but he comes up empty. His worry grows as he pants on the carpeted floors. There's no broken glass or signs that you were hurt, well, there's no sign of you anywhere. Just your weeping coming from somewhere and everywhere at once. “Where the fuck are you?!” He yells out in frustration, clutching at his thudding chest.

Your lips wobble, but your hands do not as you finally let out a coherent word other than his name. “Up!”

“Up?” Hobie looks up to the popcorn ceiling, eyes widening at you sticking effortlessly on the dust covered ceiling. “What the fuck?!” He immediately puts his arms up to catch you, his brain short circuits, almost feeling lightheaded.

“Please don't faint!” You try to reach for him, but your hands still stick to the ceiling.

He drops dizzily down on the settee, eyes still on you, hands shaking and clammy. “How'd you get up there?”

“I…” you purse your lips with your brows knitted together. “... I crawled.”

“You. Crawled?” He shakes his head, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you climbed on the walls then over to the ceiling like a lizard. “Right, have you tried crawling back?”

“Of course I have!” You shriek, forehead pressing on the crusty ceiling. “I'm sorry, I've been up here for thirty minutes and I'm desperate.” Your eyes glance over to your shattered phone on the floor where you must've dropped it after calling him. “I can't unstick myself and my ears are ringing and I feel everything!”

He gulps down. “Everythin’?”

“Yeah, even your nervousness and worry.” You mutter, frowning. “I promise I'll tell you everything later, Hobie. Can you help me down?”

“‘m sorry— it's jus’— how the fuck?”

“Remember last night when we went to tour in the science museum?” He nods, of course he remembers, he was the one who arranged the date. And of course he remembers the kiss that came after it. If not for you cutting the date short due to a stomach ache, he also planned to watch a movie with you just like always. “I told you about my stomach bug?” He nods again. “I don't think it was just a stomach bug, I found a dead groovy looking spider in my jumper.”

“Groovy?” A playful smile tugs at his lips.

“It had a weird pattern and a colourful back, okay!”

Hobie holds out his hand to calm you down. “Right, sorry, love. I'll borrow a ladder from the maintenance bloke—”

“No, don't leave! What if I fall?”

He looks around, “I'll pad the floor with the mattress and some pillows.”

You exhale, “okay, good idea.”

Heading towards the bedroom, he smiles at the hoodie he gave you last night that's placed right on the bed like you were cuddling it before you went to sleep. With a fond sigh, he grabs the end of the mattress and drags it towards the living room and under you, all within a minute.

“You good? Feel any… weird tinglin’ in your hands?” He stands beside the bed, hands on his hips as he looks up.

“Um,” you narrow your eyes at your hands, “I think my pinky isn't sticking on the ceiling anymore.”

Hobie sighs in relief, “Maybe the cushion calmed you down and helped unstick you?”

You blink at him, staring at an upside down Hobie. “I think so too.” You gasp, feeling your ring finger unstick. “Quick, tell me something nice!”

“You're stunnin' and brilliant.” He says without missing a beat, all looking up at you with heart shaped eyes. You can't help but shyly smile at him. “Remember our first date? I almost cancelled because I thought I'd jus’ make myself look silly in front of you.” His smile grows wider. “‘m glad I didn't.”

“Oh, Hobie.” You coo, “you can never look silly.”

“Oi, ‘m the one who's supposed to say the nice things.” Chuckling, you two mirror each other's smiles. “When I heard from your friend that you never got flowers, I made it my mission to give you one.”

“Tulips, I remember because when I first visited you, there was a bushel of them growing in your garden.”

“Yeah, took awhile, but we got there, didn't we, lovie?”

“Yeah— shit!” You plummet down, completely free of the ceiling as Hobie reaches to catch you.

He dives down like a baseball player trying to win the game. With you in his arms, he finally sighs in relief. “Fuckin' hell, I definitely need to see the groovy spider and find out what it gave you.”

You hide on his chest, hugging him like you haven't seen him in years. “Thank you, Hobie, holy shit.” You can finally breathe.

“Should I call you my spider now?”

[tummyisyummy]

Since u asked 😜

[uracutieraka]

hey! Your post are great and made me think..... what's about a bakugou x y/n where they are cuddling in his dorms room and stuff and they are at a point in their relationship where he is SUPER inlove with her, and he is resting his head on her chest like a pillow and he starts to think about them (doing it) so he asks her and she's like.. "but babe.. I'm not really ready...uhh" and of course he goes with it and cuddles her more after. ☺️😗😫

yes. I love you.

Bakugo Katsuki was a man of class. Or so he claimed, but he was in fact very respectful. It's a part of why you loved him.

He had been more than okay with taking things slow! Don't get him wrong! You guys had been together since right after the incident first year. Almost losing him had made the both of you realize some things about each other and brought the two of you together.

But you were approaching the end of your third year and it hadn't gone farther than some extreme half-naked dry humping and heavy make outs. Which again, he would wait forever if you asked him to but he of course loved you and thought you were just so beautiful, he couldn't help the dirty thoughts that would plague his mind!

That's why as you two were laying in his small bed in his dorm, his head resting on your chest as his hand was under your shirt, playing with your breast as if it were a stress ball, he pitched a tent.

He knew it was disrespectful to think about you in such lewd ways but the way you smelt after your shower, the softness of your skin felt under his rough hands, and the way you looked in his too-big-t-shirt were getting to him.

"Baby, my love, my wonderful, sweet, hot, smart, funny, beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, did I mention beautiful? Girlfriend."

You sigh and look down at him with a (fake) annoyed look.

"What do you want?"

He sits up and looks at you, you sit up and now give him a 'whats wrong?' look.

"Look, we have been together for a long time, and I was just thinking..." He trails off and now looks away from you.

"Oh my god are you breaking up with me?"

His head whips around at the absurd question and his heart nearly breaks from the way tears have already welled up in your eyes.

"What! No! Oh my god, fuck no. Never!"

You sniffle and he takes in a deep breath, yet again breaking eye contact for a moment before looking back at you.

"I just," he looks down at where his hands are interlocked on his lap and begins twiddling his thumbs. "I want you, ad if you're not ready that's okay! I just, uhm... I'm ready to take the next step in our relationship if you are..."

He now looks back up at you and oh god are you the most ethereal thing he's ever seen. How did he get so lucky?

"Suki...," Your brows furrow together, in thought he presumes. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet. And if that is a deal breaker for you I understand! I just, uhm, I'm not comfortable with the way I look right now... you make such good food and feed me too well!" You dryly chuckled and pinch your stomach through the material of his shirt.

He thinks for a moment, lips pursed together.

"Is that why you've been training extra? Cause you think you're gaining weight?"

You go silent at his confrontation, nodding ever so slightly.

He rolls his eyes and tackles you back down into the bed, kissing the side of your face aggressively.

"You're perfect baby, and it's not a deal breaker for me! I'd wait for you forever as long as it means I get to call you mine.." He wiggles his brows in a teasing way and you just laugh.

"You're such a cornball."

"Mm wait those sound good, should I find a recipe and make some?"

You scoff and flick his forehead.

"No! What did I literally just tell you 'Suki!"

"Whatever, c'mere and cuddle with me."

You sigh and snuggle against his side, fingers tracing up and down his chest slowly.

"Love you 'Suki.."

"Love you too baby."

[pleaktale]

Bleaky!! I'm just a girl asking for a request for our man Ekko where in episode 3 of s2 he brought you with heimerdinger and he's trying to protect you from the hexcore 'exploding' please and thank you!! 🥺👉👈 Muah 😘 take your time!!

-katy ❤️

it took a life of it's own but after I figured out the plot it went smoooooth 🤭 I'm sorry for the long wait though! I hope it's worth it Word count: 2k Warnings: death mention, swearing, time travel (?) Tags: Ekko x firelight!Reader, mention of Y/N, no description of Reader other than hair, CW alternate universes, CW death, gender neutral Reader, CW time travel (kinda), hurt/comfort Enjoy!

Maybe coming along wasn’t the best idea.

It’s what you think about when Jayce guides the group towards the hexgate core, a big room with glass floors and lights shining everywhere, a giant ball with runes and lights and intricate patterns standing in the middle of the room. It felt like you should be afraid of it, but you put on your brave mask.

Ekko insisted you should come along, saying you were his ‘right-hand’ and ‘his engineer partner’, Heimerdinger didn’t have much of a choice and brought you with them to the lab of Piltover.

At least it was a fun adventure to get there, with Heimer thinking you guys were in a secret spy mission of sorts, doing hand signs created on the spot and rolling over ducts. You and Ekko couldn’t help but chuckle at the scenes unfolding.

Once in the lab, and with Heimerdinger making the presentations, you remember to hold in a laugh at Ekko trying to appear taller when talking to Jayce, even though he was a good amount shorter than him. Nonetheless, he was still your short king. He just wouldn’t know.

Now in front of this… thing, both you and Ekko exchange glances, you could see the worry in his eyes that quickly were replaced with determination as he tugged you by the sleeve of your shirt to tag along. Closer, in preference.

“I thought this was underground,” Ekko noticed, looking around before landing eyes on Jayce. His tone started to grow stern.

“The mesh is, this is just a fell safe as we were not sure what would happen if the gates overloaded,” he explained, making you scoff at this brilliant idea.

“So it would explode on us?” You ask back, eyebrows furrowed together as, once again, Piltover proves to not care about Zaun’s safety. At all. “Pretty wise for a scholar genius.”

“These are far from the city, it wouldn’t explode on anyone,” Jayce is immediately on defensive mode, even though, deep down, he knows this wasn’t made thinking about the others. Ekko walked closer, also getting defensive at his tone at you.

“These are our utility ducts! The ones that carry our water and guide our ventilation,” this time, Ekko was the one to confront him, taking a few steps closer.

Ekko continued with his arguments, but a shift in light caught your attention, turning around to see Heimerdinger looking at something on the ground, you also took a step closer to see what he was doing.

“Heimer? What is that?” you asked, and as the professor touched it again, something clicked.

Everything turned white, there were no floors nor walls, just a completely blank space of nothing. Well, nothing except for a massive sphere of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But it had the same patterns as the leaves of the tree.

“A… wild rune?” you ask, walking a little closer in awe, just to be held back by Ekko, his gloved hand keeping you from going further close.

Meanwhile, Jayce was right in front of it, almost completely mesmerized by it. Everyone in the room was, in a way, even Heimerdinger who also got close, but Ekko didn’t keep him from walking.

“Ekko…” you called, taking him out of some kind of trance as he shook his head lightly, looking back at you, his eyes wide and with slight confusion. “It’s alright,” he reassured you, or tried to, staring back at Jayce who seemed to be approaching even more the sphere.

“Jayce!” Ekko shouted, trying to get him to stop going further into touching that warping thing of organic patterns and fluid geometries, but his voice sounded like it was below water. He heard himself like some twisted and warped sound.

You feel a tingle in your spine, taking a few steps back as the sphere started to lash parts of itself as Jayce got closer, your hand reached for Ekko, but it felt like you were a ghost, touching on nothing and lacking any physical parts on you.

Panic starts to settle, and you’re frozen in place, Ekko watches as Jayce grabs ahold of his hammer, aiming it for the sphere who twisted and warped and angrily reacted to the environment, tendril-like shapes lashing and gushing out of the sphere.

You heard a faint sound that was twisted and too dense for your ears to fully comprehend, but you made out as Ekko trying to stop him.

Then the hammer went full force on it.

Jayce’s skin warped and twisted, creating shapes and geometries around him, something weirdly two dimensional, like a thin piece of paper that follows your eyes. You look back, a line of copies of you, endlessly repeating, constantly copying your every action. Like time ripples out of place and creates thousands and thousands of versions of the same moment in splashes of color and shapes.

A mismatched sound fills your ears, something familiar yet strange, you look back ahead, Ekko is staring at you with desperation in his eyes. You see Heimerdinger exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, something akin to oil amidst water, his eyes multiplying, following the lines.

You feel out of breath, screaming for Ekko but your voice comes out like some reversed echo, warped in the chaos that’s happening in that room. You can make out a repeated “run” screamed from Ekko, who is also trying to run away from it.

He jumps in your direction, copies of him flashing around your eyes, he’s close yet far, you can’t make out the distance in this weird time space you’re locked in. You try to reach for him too, your hand doubling into a thousand others, pops of color lashing out of your skin.

Ekko makes it to you, his arms enveloping your form tightly, the first time you’ve felt weight like you’re supposed to, something unearthly heavier than it should. You both fall into some form of flooring, but it still was just a blank space, you try to make the fall easier but your head finds one of the screws in what would be the real world.

And things go from blank to black.

-

Time wraps itself around, twisting and tugging and moving in an all time high, like being tossed into some sort of infinite blender that you’ll never reach the blades. Ekko feels it on his body for a mere second, but it feels like forever.

But then it stills.

“And I…” he stops, hands holding yours, or was it you? You had a different hair, your smile seemed brighter, but still he felt unfamiliarity. He continues without even knowing he was talking.

“I think I love you,” Ekko smiles, eyes squinting from how big it is, his heart feels full, but something on the back of his mind itches. You’re almost tearing up, or was you? With a short nod, you whisper a soft ‘me too’ that almost doesn't reach his ears, your arms circling around him.

He feels full. And then it stills.

“… that day was fun, y’know?” Ekko says, eyes staring down at some flowers in a vase, above a grave. Your grave, your name beautifully displayed with carvings of fireflies and your favorite flower around it. Something’s amiss, but he can’t quite scratch that itch in the back of his mind.

“I miss you,” he whispers, feeling his eyes tear up. It felt weird, he thought he was past it on his grief. Guess not. Feeling his lungs with fresh air, Ekko leaves a shaky breath, smiling to himself despite the pain in his heart.

He feels empty. And then it stills.

“Y/N, do you accept Ekko as your spouse?” Scar says, keeping a small smile after looking towards you. Ekko swears he’d never seen you so beautiful before. Or were you? Is it you?

“I do,” you answer, smiling almost ear to ear, hands clasped together. You feel his hands get a little clammy after your reply.

“Ekko, do you accept Y/N as your spouse?” Scar continues, now looking back at Ekko, who smiles with eyes shiny from the unshed tears. You squint your eyes, waiting for his reply, your heart almost beating out of your chest despite knowing the answer.

“I do,” he replies, “absolutely do,” and then adds. He feels full seeing your smile, the way you’re also almost tearing up, despite the itch on the back of his mind. Ekko just takes you in.

He feels complete. And then it stills.

Over and over and over and over.

“Y/N! Come out! We’ll miss the opening!” Ekko calls, he feels younger, he is younger, he’s still a kid. You’re a kid too. You’re running to him, hair bouncing as you halt almost atop of him. Your hands on his arm, shaking him.

“C’mon! We can’t miss it!” You sound so happy, so full of life. Or were you?

“Stop shaking me and let’s go!” Ekko holds your wrist, running the two of you towards the bridge to watch the opening of the shops. Benzo tried to call you two to wait, but he was a bit late. Benzo. Another itch he can’t scratch.

Time stills once again.

“Hey, don’t run on the stairs!”

Your voice echoes through the tree house, watching closely on your kid. His kid too. Our kid. Ekko smiles to himself, taking his cup of coffee from the pot. “It’s the nerves, firefly, first day of school,” he says to you, sipping on his mug.

“I know! But safety-”

“-always comes first.” He continues your phrase, making you smile in amusement and annoyance. He feels his chest warm up with a chuckle.

“C’mon, loosen up a little, will you?” His arm circles your waist, pulling you closer while his mug with hot coffee is kept far from your body.

The way you roll your eyes and lean on him makes it all worth it. But that damn itch. This weird feeling.

Time doesn’t stop this time, though.

BOOM!

A groan of pain escapes his lips, his arms tightly holding onto you. His body hit something physical for once, the weird feeling was gone, the memories still there.

Despite himself, Ekko just lays there for a moment, half scared of what he’d encounter by opening his eyes. When the courage comes, he slowly shifts, feeling you first, leaning onto his elbows to get himself up. His eyes are greeted by your knocked out form, but you’re still breathing peacefully. Almost like you’re asleep.

“Hey,” he calls quietly, gently shaking you, your eyes fluttering up brings relief to his heart.

You’re still drowsy, a stinging pain on the back of your head. Sitting up, Ekko is still checking up on you, his hand gently touching your elbow. “What happened?” you ask, feeling like you’ve slept for way too long.

“I.. I’m not sure,” he replies, looking around and seeing Heimendinger on the floor and no trace of Jayce. The hexcore was dimmed, with no power coming from it. He turns back at you, seeing you scratch the back of your head.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice gentle and low. Unlikely so.

“Yeah, I think I just hit my head when that thing.. exploded, I guess.” Sighing, you stop for a moment, sitting up on the floor with him. “Are you?”

Your question pulls him from the memories he’s still drowning himself into. He couldn’t quite tell what that was; alternate universes? Another kind of dream? Whole different dimensions? Daydream? Had he hit his head too? But it felt too real, your touch was too real, the smells were too real, the warmth of the sun on his skin were too real. But that itch on the back of his mind was also too real.

One thing he knew was that you were the constant on his equation. Despite the changes, you were his equivalent.

Taking your hand in his, fingers intertwining. A sigh leaves his lips, eyes briefly closing before looking back up to your own. A smile of relief on his face.

“I am.”

Ekko feels full. And time is back to the right place, with you.

THANK YOU FOR READINGGG <33 ngl I kinda went crazy with this one, writing the wraps of time was fun!!! ALSO THANK YOUUU @the-kr8tor for all the yap sessions about this <3

© pleaktale

[knoepfl]

Hii! I looked at your page and I don't know if your willing of doing smut.

If you are willing, please could you write about Legoshi x afab!reader. Go crazy with it.

Hey there! I'm not good at writing smut but I tried it a bit. Tell me what you think and I hope you like it. <3

In Your Arms

Characters:

• Legoshi - A shy, sensitive, and tall gray wolf with a deeply caring nature, struggling with his confidence and instincts.

• Reader (You) - Bold, playful, and confident with a direct yet affectionate approach that perfectly complements Legoshi’s reserved personality.

Trigger Warnings:

• Intimacy: The story contains detailed and passionate depictions of physical intimacy.

• Sensuality: Romantic and suggestive content between two consenting characters.

• Emotional Vulnerability: Themes of trust, self-doubt, and emotional connection.

Masterlist

Words: 1508

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The soft hum of the night buzzed outside your dorm room window, the faint glow of streetlights filtering in and casting long shadows across the walls. The air inside was warm, carrying a subtle sweetness from the candles you’d lit earlier, their gentle flicker making the room feel cozy and private—perfect for tonight.

You had been waiting for Legoshi to arrive, anticipation bubbling in your chest. Though he towered over you with his lanky frame and bashful demeanor, you found it almost adorable how easily you could get under his fur. He was shy, soft-spoken, and utterly endearing, but you? You were nothing short of his opposite—bold, playful, and unapologetically teasing.

The knock at the door finally came, and your heart leapt. Padding over, you opened it to reveal him standing there, his ears slightly folded and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His tail swayed nervously behind him, brushing against the walls of the narrow hallway.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and a little gravelly, though his golden eyes softened the moment they met yours.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, stepping aside to let him in. “Took you long enough. Were you pacing outside the door this whole time?”

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “I—uh, maybe a little.”

You closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a sly smile. “Well, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

Legoshi scanned the room, his keen senses picking up the soft notes of lavender and the warmth radiating from the candles. His gaze landed back on you, his cheeks tinged with pink as he realized how close you were standing.

“You really like setting the mood, don’t you?” he teased, though his voice carried a nervous edge.

“Only when it’s worth it,” you replied, stepping closer to him. You reached up, barely brushing his chest with your fingers as you adjusted the collar of his shirt. “And you’re very much worth it, Legoshi.”

His breath hitched at your words, his ears perking slightly as his golden eyes widened. “You always know how to make me feel… nervous.”

You grinned, your tail flicking playfully behind you. “That’s part of the fun.”

Before he could respond, you took his hand and led him toward the couch in the corner of the room. You pushed him down gently, watching as his long legs awkwardly sprawled out before he quickly folded them under himself. He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and adoration.

“What’s on your mind, big guy?” you asked, settling yourself into his lap without hesitation.

He stiffened under you, his hands hovering uncertainly by your sides as though unsure where to place them. “You—you’re so close…”

“That’s kind of the point,” you teased, leaning in until your noses were almost touching. His scent was intoxicating—earthy and warm, with a hint of something uniquely him. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me.”

“I’m not shy,” he protested weakly, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Oh, really?” you challenged, your fingers trailing up his chest and over his shoulders. “Then why are you trembling?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting away. “Because you’re… overwhelming.”

You laughed softly, your voice low and melodic. “Good. I like keeping you on your toes.”

Before he could overthink it, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. He froze, his hands finally settling on your hips as though grounding himself. Encouraged, you kissed him again, this time closer to his lips.

“Relax, Legoshi,” you murmured against his fur. “I’m not going to bite. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here you are,” you replied, finally c apturing his lips with yours.

Time seemed to blur as the kisses grew hungrier, your hands tangling in his fur as his lips trailed down your neck. His movements were hesitant at first, his touch unsure, but your soft sighs of encouragement spurred him on. Each gentle caress of his claws against your back sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself pulling him closer, eager to close the distance between you.

"Legoshi," you whispered against his ear, your voice soft but filled with need. Your hands trailed down his chest, pausing at the hem of his shirt. "Can I?"

He nodded quickly, his breath hitching as you began to pull the fabric over his head. His fur was warm against your palms as you ran your hands over his broad shoulders, marveling at the strength hidden beneath his usually timid demeanor.

"You’re so tense," you teased lightly, your lips brushing against his neck. "Relax, Legoshi. I’ve got you."

His hands found your waist, his claws grazing your skin as he held you steady. “I—I’m trying. You just… make it hard to think.”

“Good,” you replied with a sly smile, leaning in to capture his lips again.

He kissed you deeply, his earlier nervousness fading as his instincts took over. His hands roamed your body, tentative at first but growing bolder as he followed your lead. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

With a gentle tug, you guided him toward the bed, your movements deliberate yet playful. He followed without hesitation, his golden eyes locked on yours, filled with a mixture of nervousness and desire.

The soft glow of the candles bathed the room in warmth as you settled onto the bed, pulling him down with you. His frame loomed over yours, his ears flicking back nervously as he tried to steady his breathing.

“You’re overthinking again,” you teased, brushing a strand of fur away from his face. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

He nodded, his hands resting on either side of you as he leaned down to kiss you again. This time, there was no hesitation—only passion and a quiet desperation that left you breathless.

Your hands explored his fur, tracing every muscle and curve as his kisses grew more insistent. His lips trailed down your neck and across your collarbone, each touch igniting a fire that spread through your entire body. His claws grazed your sides, careful not to hurt you, but the sensation only made you want him more.

“Legoshi,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You pulled him closer, your bodies pressing together as the heat between you grew.

His breathing was ragged now, his golden eyes darkened with desire as he searched your face. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice trembling slightly.

You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing against his fur as you nodded. “I’ve never been more sure.”

What followed was a slow, deliberate unraveling of barriers and inhibitions. He moved with a mix of careful precision and instinctual passion, his touch growing more confident as you guided him. Every kiss, every caress, was filled with an intensity that left you both breathless, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The world outside ceased to exist as the night deepened, the only sounds in the room the quiet hum of the candles and the soft whispers of your names. He was attentive to every detail, his golden eyes never leaving yours as he poured his heart into every movement.

Though the moments were heated and passionate, there was an undeniable sweetness to it all—a sense of trust and vulnerability that made the intimacy all the more profound. His touch was gentle yet firm, his kisses both demanding and tender, and you found yourself completely lost in him.

As the candles burned low and the night wore on, you lay tangled together in the aftermath, your head resting against his chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and steady as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The vulnerability in his gaze made your heart ache in the best possible way. “Better than okay,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

He smiled—a small, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “Good. I—uh, I didn’t want to mess anything up.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You were perfect, Legoshi.”

His ears flicked back, and you could see the faintest hint of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “You always know what to say to fluster me,” he muttered, but the softness in his voice betrayed how much your words meant to him.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “That’s because you’re easy to fluster. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He held you closer, his tail brushing against your legs as he nuzzled into your hair. The night stretched on, and though sleep eventually came, neither of you let go, content in the warmth and comfort of each other’s embrace.

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[gamkarenthusiast]

Hii ily and your art so much¡¡ can you pls draw fem gamkat in god tier clothes :3

[overthattwilight]

Hi hello can you draw mal tsum being cradled like a babie, i crave it

I hope I got the word “cradled” right

Tsum is being cradled in your arms

[roamwa]

helloo!! if you're comfortable with it could you please draw crenny?

My pleasure😙

[ojitoslotus]

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[little-fae-hero]

I got a prompt that might be fun. One of the other members of the chain puts on the Feirce Diety mask. Maybe Wind because I think the chain would have an interesting reaction to seeing their youngest hero turn into something taller than Time.

Wind and the Fierce Deity. 2143 words.

I really enjoyed this prompt, it was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy it, warning for slight horror and Yiga's dying.

The Sailor does not know the meaning of privacy in their group, I mean it made sense, originally he grew up sharing everything with his little sister Aryll, and then he was on board a pirate ship for his next two adventures. It didn’t take long for the little rag tag group to realize that to Wind, anything was fair game.

Now despite that, there were talks and compromises, Wind got better at respecting people’s stuff, asking before he would go snooping. Some like Legend warned against touching his stuff because you never know what’s cursed, Hyrule however always allowed Wind to look, happily explaining all his items.

The exception to this seemed to be Time, the oldest hero seemingly had no problem letting Wind rifle through his stuff. Whether it be his masks, his weapons, even his potion supply, he happily let the young hero look through his stuff only really stopping to warn if something was dangerous.

There was one thing that broke that pattern.

Wind was going through Time’s bag yet again, he was trying to find the bunny hood that allowed you to move faster, he wanted to race Legend and he wanted to win. The younger boy just kept digging and eventually hit something that was different. The sailor pulled it out, it was something wrapped in a fabric and a chain. Of course the chain did not deter Wind, his lock picking skills made quick work of the chain, finally allowing him to unwrap the object.

It was a mask, a wooden one, and it looked alot like Time. The same face, even the shape of the eyes was the same. The stark contrast was that the frame of the face was a pale white, like the few streaks that Time had, and tattoos while some were the same as Time, these covered the mask, mirroring the other side perfectly. Wind found himself tracing the slice through the room that ran across the mask's right eye, the same one the eldest hero had.

The mask was yanked out of Wind’s hand so far to the point it nearly left a friction burn on the youngest hero. Wind looked up to see Time glaring down at him, he had always heard the Rancher talking about the oldest hero’s glare, now he knew what he meant. Wind wanted to crawl into a hole as Time’s bluish green eye and white eye glared down at him.

“Don’t touch it.” Time practically growled out, it was very clear it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. 

The older hero wrapped up the mask again and stuffed it in a bag. Time went back to whatever he was doing, Wind was silent, quickly going to War’s side and staying close by him till they eventually set down camp. Wind eventually went up to Twilight as he was closest to the leader, and asked him about the strange mask.

“It’s a failsafe, he says it’s very dangerous, dark magic. I have no idea why he bothers to keep it.” Twilight informed. Wind nodded as he absorbed the information, a failsafe of dark magic, of course Time didn’t want him near it.

Wind eventually pushed the mask out of his mind as they went on with their adventure.

Then the Yiga struck.

The group had been attacked by the horrible black blooded monsters, they all had wounds from that fight, and then the Yiga, the traitors from Wild’s world showed up, an ambush. The group was already running off fumes, many were injured, it was the worst time. Wind had seen Time reach into his bag, quickly pulling out the forbidden mask; however, before the older hero could actually use it, he was struck in the head by one of the blademasters. Twilight took care of that enemy, yet Wind's mind was made once he saw the mask go flying.

Wind quickly ran over to the fallen mask, ignoring all the other enemies as he quickly picked it up. 

“Wind? NO!” Time’s voice screamed out as the young child put on the mask.

There was a flash and then…silence…no there was music.

Wind opened his eyes, he wasn’t on the battlefield anymore, his brothers and the yiga were nowhere to be seen. Instead it was a beautiful grassy field with a clear blue sky, in the sea of grass there was one big tree, not big enough to be the great Deku tree but still pretty big. Wind looked around, there was nothing else, so he just ran up to the tree, the only source of life.

As Wind got closer, he saw a figure, the source of music. He was hidden in the shadows of the tree, his white hair covering most of his face, as he plucked the strings of an instrument that kind of looked like Sky’s harp but not really. It didn’t even occur to Wind that this figure might not be friendly until he stepped on a branch producing a snap, and the figure head snapped to face him.

Fear pooled in Wind’s gut as the man, no, whatever that creature was slowly got up, crawling to get up you could hear his bones snapping, the monster's white eyes never leaving Wind’s. The man’s face was covered in red and blue marking, his mouth parted into a shark teeth filled smile. The horns that sprout from the man’s head cured into a pointed crown.

“Another thief? I thought those soldiers had learned their lesson. No matter, I never reject the gifts given to me.” The man said before he held out a hand. Wind could see the fingers were blackened, as if they were dying.

Wind let out a gasp, his heart, his very soul felt like they were trying to be ripped out of his chest. He clutched his chest, glaring at the man as he slowly saw stands of energy being ripped away from him. Wind gritted his teeth, and summoned his strength to grab his sword to swing it at the man.

The man jumped back, as if seemingly shocked. He slowly took another step forward, this time the energy that formed around the man’s hand was a bluish green. The man smiled before he let out a laugh.

“You're one of the hero’s spirits, like the little changeling.” The man said before bowing. “Apologize little one.”

“W-who are you?” Wind stuttered.

“I go by many names, the Fierce Deity, the Oni however you, the ones who carry the hero spirit. You may call me Kishin.” The man, Kishin said. “Why have you put on my mask little hero, I doubt it was to free me.”

“The battle! How lon-?” Wind started to say.

“Time moves differently here, you don’t need to worry about what’s going on out there. I want answers.” Kishin said.

“Our group, we were attacked and then ambushed. We’re running on little energy, the others, someone needs to take out the yiga.”Wind said, causing Kishin to ponder for a second.

“So you need a protector? I can do that.” Kishin said as his form shifted, the once loose and flowy clothing replaced with hard armor, his white hair was pulled back into a braid. Even his face seemed to sharpen, drawing attention to his razer teeth. “How many will I be protecting?”

“8, all heroes like me.” Wind explained.

“That’s not possible, she shattered his soul but that many pieces….” Kishin muttered as his eyes widened. “Let me take control and see.”

Kishin stepped forward to grab Wind, however the boy took a step back before he spoke again. “No, not until you promise not to hurt them.”

“I wouldn’t-, fine, I swear to you that no harm will come to your companions while I possess your body, only your enemies.” Kishin swore as he held out his hand, still looking dead. “I swear to you, as a god bound in a mask.”

Wind was unsure before he thought about the battle, his brothers hurt barely just surviving. Whatever price the young hero had to pay; it would be worth it to save his brothers.

Wind took the god’s hand. 

Time watched in horror as Wind took the mask and quickly placed it on his face. The boy could only let out a quick scream before a flash of light and lightning struck the ground, causing everyone to turn to head as to not be blinded. The light finally died down, allowing the others to finally look at the boy, well boy wasn’t the right word anymore.

“What the hell!” Legend yelled out as he finally laid his eyes on where Wind once stood.

Where Wind once was, was now a man, easily over eight feet tall. Wind’s once sandy blond hair was now a pure white, in similar waves to Wind’s own hair. His face now adorned with markings like Time’s, just as sharp and pointed. The outfit was still the blue of Wind’s shirt, but not more of a robe; beautiful embroidered, silver armor peaked out under the robe.

“That…that’s a god…” Sky muttered. He had only seen the aura of divinity once before in Demise, and then he had been too angry to do anything other than stab the demon.

“A god.” A yiga member laughed. “Truly these parlor tricks will do you no-”

The yiga words were cut off by his head being torn from his body. In a flash Wind had moved from his spot, now ever the yiga holding his head by the hair before dropping it with a thud. Wind turned to look at all the yiga behind their upside down mask, the sound of bones cracking and shifting filled the silent air. Wind mouth spread open revealing the razor sharp teeth, gleeful at the prey.

Then the carnage began.

Wind moved way too fast, the yiga tried to run away or some tried to fight against him. Either way it wasn’t a fair fight. As Wind took care of the yiga, the heroes watched in stunned silence.

“That’s a god, that mask held a god?” Sky asked.

“I thought you toss that thing into death mountain years ago?” War said, a shiver going down his spine. He always hated that mask even when little Sprite wore it during the war. 

“Should we do something?” Hyrule asked, but the fear was clear in his voice.

“What could we possibly do?” Four counters.

“Time, what should we do?...Time?..Old man?” Twilight tried to ask, yet Time didn’t say anything. He just stared at the god that is currently mowing down the yiga, his eyes filled with a familiar fear.

As the last Yiga fell, Time finally got to his feet and walked towards the god. Wind stared down at the corpse of a yiga, the plants withering and dying around the god’s feet.

“Give him back.” Time said, the fear was gone in his voice. “Sailor, are you in there?”

The god looked at Time shaking his head ‘no’, as his eyes shifted, the once pools of white became ripples of blue greens that shifted out, leaving only a white pupil. The god looked over the group, his expression shifting to sadness.

“He..he wasn’t lying…nine pieces…” The god muttered as he glanced down at his hands. “Was she trying to erase him from existence?”

“Kishin, let him go!” Time ordered, yet the god didn’t react.

“Hylia, how dare you sister, I left him in your care and yet you maim his soul.” Kishin said, clenching his fist enough to draw blood. “I should slay you for harming what is mine.”

“He isn’t yours! Let him go!” Time yelled out, finally enough to get Kishin's attention.

“He’s mine! The hero spirit is always mine!” Kishin screamed.

As the god was distracted with his anger, Time lunged forward and grabbed the side of the god’s face, his fingers digging into the flesh of the god. 

“No!” The god screamed out as the sound of flesh ripping silenced the group. 

The mask was thrown away, now a weak and pale Wind was resting in Time’s arms. Time quickly glanced over the boy’s face, fearfully looking for any hint of the god’s markings on the child’s face. Thankfully there were none, he knew he shouldn’t have panicked, it took years wearing the mask before it tried to take him over but he never knew if would jump the possession after sitting for so long. Time was able to see the boys close by mask in his vision.

“No! Don’t touch it!” Time yelled out. “He’ll compel you to put it on, I’ll handle the monster. But right now Wind needs us.”

The others nodded and ran up surrounding the weak pale boy.

Of course, Wind was pale and weak, he gave his body to nature and death itself.

[filtaho]

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[the-kr8tor]

She Chose Me

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Synopsis: Ekko asks you to help him pierce his ear, but it leads to something unexpected.

Word count: 2.2k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), established relationship, childhood friends to lovers (speed run edition), lovestruck! Ekko, spoilers for season 2, CW blood mention, fluff.

@yumeaoka-chan -- I combined your prompt (using z-drive after R confesses) with this one I hope it's okay! If not I can still do your request 🫶

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“Stop moving, Ekko.” Your hands pause on his ear lobe, the needle in between your index and thumb shakes slightly from trepidation.

“I'm not.” He says, brows pinched together, nose scrunched up in front of the cracked hand mirror he's holding.

“Yes, you are. You're fidgeting.” Leaning down, knee pressed on the side of his thigh whilst he's sitting down on a tiny stool. Chin laying atop his shoulder, you stare at him through the mirror. “Just breathe, boss man.” He huffs at the nickname, the small smile on his lips betraying the annoyed huff.

Ekko seems confident in his seat, brown eyes steady, breathing stable and his hands don't tremble despite the looming danger he's about to face. Danger you're about to face.

The tree house is brightly lit with the warm lamp illuminating directly at him and you. But the air around you sits heavy with worry and fear for what's to come. He may seem fine on the outside, but he's frozen with fear inside. His stomach feels like it's about to flip at any moment, breath heavy inside his throat, and heart pounding with every second it ticks by. He's afraid, deadly afraid. But he won't let it show, especially to you. And yet, you know. You can see it in how his eyes dart back and forth from the clock ticking in the corner, then over to the reflection of your face. You've known him for a long time, ever since you grew up with him on the same streets.

Familiarity comes with it, affection dragged alongside the familiarity.

“I'll just do it myself.” Twisting around in his seat, stool squeaking, he tries to grab the clean needle from you. He fails when you move it away from his reach. “C’mon, if you don't want to do it, I'll do it.”

“Too late for that. Besides, I already disinfected it.” You tilt your head with the same look you give him whenever you catch him lying. Surrendering, he drops his hand to his lap.

“Then why are you hesitating?” His eyes narrow at you, trying to ignore how his jacket looks good on you. “Do you still not believe me that it'll look good?”

“No, I believe you.” You click your tongue, pushing the swivel stool so that his back is turned away from you. He rolls his eyes at your indignation. “I know you'll look good with anything, Ekko.” Lifting up the mirror with your hand wrapped gently around his wrist, you can see yourself in the mirror again, and how his eyes avoid your own. He doesn't flinch from the contact, he languishes in it. “It’s just that— your timing is a bit off.”

You've iced his bruises, lovingly painted on his face with the same hourglass shape almost everyday, it's only natural that you'd pierce his ear too. Despite your initial protest.

“No time like the present.” Ekko glances at your reflection, your eyes boring into the side of his head with worry. For a second, he contemplates whether or not he should tell you what happened in the alternate universe. But he thinks it's better off telling you about his feelings for you rather than explain what he experienced. One day he'll tell you, but for now he focuses on winning the war so that day would come. It's easier to explain that he's been in love with you for the past seven or so years. But he won't actually do it now, right?

“I thought about it, Y/N. I'm sure.”

Smiling, you take his chin gently in your hand, making him face the mirror and in turn face you. “I know you don't do anything half assed.” Flicking your eyes at his hair, you smile wider, “I mean, that hair?” You whistle lowly. “You look fucking dapper, more than ready to take on the whole noxian army.”

Ekko swallows thickly, hands clammy, and the mirror in danger of slipping from his grip. “Thanks.” Inhaling, he hides his flustered self effortlessly. He's experienced in that area after years of doing it. He clears his throat. “Can you please just do it?”

“Of course.” You lean away, assuming the previous position of you holding the needle at his earlobe. He can't ignore how warm your hands are, or how your eyes trace the slope of his face with a sneaky look. “When you stop squirming that is.”

With a roll of his eyes, Ekko swiftly twists the seat to face you once again. The sudden momentum has you almost falling backwards, if not for his hands holding and catching you in place, you would've fallen flat on your back. You notice his warm hands on your bare waist, cropped shirt leaving your skin naked and in full display for him.

You thought that he would pull back from the contact and how you look at him with wild eyes, but within a second, he pulls you in, standing you in between his legs. Placing your hand on his shoulders, and the other accidentally on his bare stomach, you're careful not to poke him with the needle. Your eyes never left his, and his own never left the comfort of your stare.

“I don't…” His eyes stare intently, hands squeezing the dip of your hips. “...Squirm.”

Your skin is aflame, goosebumps spreading like wildfire all over you. “N–No, you don't.�� You feel like a puddle, and he's ready to soak you right up.

He nods once, taking your wrist and placing the needle to graze at the shell of his ear. “Glad we could finally agree.”

Cupping his cheek with your free hand, you sigh. “I'm worried about you, Ekko.”

“Is that why you're stalling?” He asks, leaning against your hand as he stares up at you with soft eyes.

“That, and I've only pierced ears thrice in my life. Two for me, one for Scar.” Chuckling, you brush your thumb right under his tired eyes. There's a shine on those eyes you love so much, something akin to hope. You know he saw something in those months he was gone. He isn't ready yet to tell you, but you're willing to wait and stick around just for him. He doesn't even need to tell you anything, he's already here back with you and that's enough. “I–I don't know what's gonna happen out there. I know not getting injured is out of the question, but please, I still want to tell you to be careful.”

His vision flashes back to you in the other universe, where your eyes aren't permanently etched with fatigue, lips forever pressed together in a smile. She was you, and her lips were on his own for a moment. But he knows you and her aren't the same person. Both were born and raised in Zaun, but lived in two different circumstances.

And yet, both chose to be with him.

“Ekko?” With your voice calling him, he blinks and your face greets him back, the same face he grew up with, the same face he loved throughout the years. “I won't pierce your ear until you promise me.”

“I love you.” He blurts out, but not lacking sincerity.

You chuckle, needle almost slipping from your fingers. “You do?”

“Yeah, figured, why the hell not?” His nonchalance helps hide his apprehension.

“Is this your way of making me pierce your ears?” You say through the unshed tears.

Ekko raises a brow, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile. “You're stalling again.”

“This time I'm not.” Sitting down on his lap to level with him, he graciously lets you with his hand pushing on your waist so you could be closer to him. His hands never left your body, holding you in place. Cupping his cheeks, you pull him closer to your waiting lips. “I was just taking the time to simmer in your confession. Scar owes me lunch.”

“You bet on—? Shut up about Scar—” with a soft push against the small of your back, he meets halfway with you. Finally sealing your lips with a much awaited kiss.

Ekko hums against you, the sound reverberating from your lips down to your chest, filling it with warmth. He holds you flush against him. Chest to chest, arms holding you impossibly closer. The sound of your lips in sync with his echoes around the small room. Eyes closed, you memorize how he feels on you, how his breath stutters against you, and how his eyes fluttered closed the second you kissed him back with the same softness and fervent.

His hands slither across your back until he blindly reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you closer, angling your face to better kiss you fully. It's the first kiss out of many, sloppy, smiling in between, teeth still clashing together, and nose knocking against one another, but it still has you breathless in his arms.

“Ekko.” You whisper, leaning slightly away to intake air back into your lungs. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He blinks, hand moving away from you to pull at the rope on his z-drive. The world goes back a few seconds with you locking lips with him, heaving in place, hands balled around his hair.

“I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He beams at you, pulling and releasing the rope back to reverse time once more to hear the words he has only heard in his dreams.

You pull back away from him, lips obviously kissed. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

Ekko chuckles, placing his forehead atop yours to breathe you in. You giggle, releasing his hair to slide your hands down and move towards his chest to feel his beating heart against your palms.

“Sorry, just wanted to hear you say it again. You fell for me because of that?”

Your brows furrow at his peculiar words. Eyes moving at his hand that's still clutching the rope, you laugh. “You could've just asked me to say it again. The wrench probably knocked something loose.” You joke, still panting from the kiss.

Leaning away, his knuckles brush along your jaw then down to your lips where he wipes the sheen with his thumb. “And I wanted to kiss you again.”

“You should've said so.” Your eyes are practically shaped like hearts. “Pucker up, Ekko.”

He smiles, closing the distance once again. The kiss was much more familiar this time, soft and gentle, savouring every second of it. Your nose still nudges his own, but it's intentional this time. He still smiles during the kiss, but it's because you do too. Once he reluctantly moves away to inhale, you grab his face, pecking all over his cheek, chin, nose and forehead, until there's no space that's left unkissed. You pull away, and he does the same, lips smacking carefully against the tip of your nose, in between your eyes, and cheekbones, until you're a giggling mess in his arms.

Ekko looks at you with a lopsided smile, giddiness etched on his ecstatic expression. “Now we're both stalling.”

“At this point we're not getting anything done. Baby blue might bust in here to tell us off.”

“Later then.” He promises, a promise to be careful, a promise that he'll come back to you alive.

You nod, kissing him chastely, eyes tightly closed with a hope that your kiss would single handedly protect him. Pulling away, you grin at him, easing him some more. “Later, I promise.” You vow him the same thing.

“Okay,” he pats your thigh, reluctantly lifting you off his lap. “Come and stab me.”

Shaking your head with a smile, you take a fresh needle and quickly disinfect it since the needle you were holding onto is long gone in between the floorboards. Cleaning your hands, you shake your nerves away, and the trembling in your hands, not from the anxiety but from his breathtaking kiss.

Holding his ear lobe, you're the one holding your breath in once he nods at you to do it. With the needle piercing him, and the new silver hoop earring in, you marvel at the sight of your handiwork.

You hold the mirror up, showing him the back. “You didn't bleed much, thank fuck. What do you think?”

Ekko, rotates on his seat again, grabbing you by your hips with his finger looped around your belt loops and pulling you closer as he looks up at you with endearment.

“I like it, what do you think?” He plops his head on your shoulder, careful not to nudge his new piercing.

“You're right, it suits you. You look very handsome.” You whisper, hand splayed over his back, and lips blowing air into his warm ear, making him flinch away. He looks at you, feigning offense but his mirrored smile says otherwise. “You're welcome, you still need to pay me though.”

“Oh really?” The silver earring sparkles in the light as he tilts his head teasingly. “In what kind?”

You pretend to think. “Hmm, I'll take payment in kisses.”

He shrugs, taking your chin in between his fingers. “Pucker up then. I have too much so I expect some spare change right after.”

[tummyisyummy]

Dorothy!

[quoth-the-goblin-nevermore]

At the request of @reggiecanswimipromise

Enjolras and Grantaire in the style of the communist propagando posters. I tried my best :,)

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

Hey bby how r u? I got a request cause my emotions have been wonky asf can you write where Mike has a younger sis like 13-14 basically going through a lot and is getting bullied at school for not being the "prettiest" being teased and picked on constantly for being the "weird" one, shy, mostly to themselves hard to make friends etc. Iv gone through that and it sucks :(

Uhh fluffy lots of comfort mike lowkey beats the shot outta them. Anyways ty 😊 have a good one hun 🩷

Bullys // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: you're being bullied and don't say anything,

Warnings: bullying, bruises, Mike beating the shit out of some middle-schoolers,

Age: 13

A/N: hi baby! I'm doing good, I hope you like the way this came out 🥰

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You had been being bullied for a while now. You kept it a secret for a while, most nights you cried yourself to sleep. What did you do to them? You hadn't done anything to them, they just did it to be little pains in the ass.

You tried to make friends but no one liked you and you didn't know why. You got good grades, you helped people in class, and you were literally the sweetest person in the world.

One day you couldn't take it anymore, you were riding home on your bike when you were suddenly hit the ground. Some kids had pushed you, (assholes) you skined your knees on the road, and Injured your palms from catching yourself.

They all took turns kicking you, before an old man walked out in a robe, yelling at them to get off his lawn (sorry)

You were badly injured from the force of the kicks. You could barely stand back up. You had been able to cover up most of your bruises with hoodies and sweaters, but you couldn't take it anymore

You broke down crying on your bike, sobbing loudly. You somehow had the strength to slowly peddle the bike and got home two hours after your curfew. It was now sundown, the street lights had turned on not long ago.

Mike was extremely worried about you. You had been very distant and quiet over the past few months. You spent most of your time in your room. And you oddly always left food on your plate. He didn't know why, he assumed it was connected to puberty in a way.

But when he saw you biking down the street, he let out a sigh of relief, but soon turned angry.

"Where have you been!? Do you know how late it i-" he yelled, pausing when he saw your tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. "What happened? W-who did.....whats wrong?" He asked holding one of your shoulders

You slowly took of the jacket you were using to hide the cuts and bruises all along your body. He gasped and gently caressed a few down your arm.

You sniffed and he hugged you. Wrapping his strong arms around you securely. "Who did this to you?" He asked as you sobbed into him. "Y/n...please tell me who it was, i need names." He said in a soft tone.

You slowly whispered every single person who ever hurt you. And that took a while since practically everyone in the school was bullying you.

He listened carefully, remembering everything you said. He carried you inside, sitting on the couch, he allowed you to crawl into his lap and cling to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, he held you to his chest. He couldn't belive someone would hurt his baby sister. This disbelief quickly turned into anger.

Filled with rage, he slowly set you down and took his car keys and put on his coat. You didn't have the strength to follow him, so you curled up into a ball and sat there for a good hour.

Mike returned with a small bruise on his cheek, just under his eye. Let's just say that he took care of them 😈

He picked you up like a baby, cradling you in his arms. He walked you over to his room and plopped you down, forgetting about your injuries.

When you winced in pain he immediately apologized, "oh im so sorry, i forgot, im sorry baby.." he said taking you his arms again, kissing the top of your head.

He walked out for a moment and returned with a tube of something, he applied a small amount to his cheek in a mirror, before coming over to you.

He rubbed it gently into your skin, being sure not to hurt you.

You thanked him when he was finished, he set the tube down on his night table, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you gently. You rested your head on his chest softly.

"Mike."

"Hmm" he responded, waiting Patiently for you to continue. "They have been doing this for a few months now, they'd call me fat and ugly all the time and whenever i would laugh they'd say its ugly." You kept going on and on about what they did to you for a few more minutes.

"Y/n, baby, you are not fat, and your laugh is one of my favorite things to hear, dont let that stuff get to you okay? I love you, and since i haven't heard you laugh in so long i would definitely tickle you right now, but i might hurt you so, just wait until your bruises are gone" he said with an evil smirk on his face. You whimpered, giggling at the same time, you snuggled into his chest.

He ran his fingers through your dark curly locks, rocking you back and forth, he sung you a lullaby to lull you to sleep. This was one of the only nights were he didn't dream abt Garrett.

This was a good excuse.

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[knoepfl]

Can you please do a palladium x disabled reader more persistly a disability that needs medication

True Painkiller

Characters:

• Reader – A student at Alfea with a chronic illness that requires daily medication. They struggle with fatigue and the pressures of magical studies but remain resilient and independent. They often seek quiet spaces and prefer staying behind after class.

• Professor Palladium – A gentle and observant professor of Potions and Alchemy. He is patient and understanding, offering quiet support without pressuring the reader. He respects their independence while providing moments of care and reassurance.

Trigger Warnings:

• Chronic illness & medication use – The story involves a protagonist managing a chronic condition that requires daily medication. Themes of exhaustion and difficulty remembering/taking medicine are present.

• Fatigue & mental strain – Mentions of physical exhaustion, struggling to keep up with studies, and frustration with personal limitations.

• Mild self-doubt – The protagonist sometimes questions their ability to keep up with others but is never portrayed as weak or incapable.

• Emotional comfort & caretaking – Themes of gentle encouragement, quiet support, and subtle acts of care from Palladium.

Masterlist

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The Alfea halls were quiet at this hour, the usual chatter of students replaced by the faint flickering of magical lanterns. You sat on the edge of a desk in the potion lab, your fingers tracing the cool glass of a small medicine vial. The day had been long, and exhaustion clung to your limbs like a heavy fog. You knew you needed to take your medication, but sometimes, even that felt like a battle.

A familiar warmth filled the room as a soft voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Still here?" Professor Palladium stepped inside, his usual calm demeanor untouched by the lateness of the hour. He was dressed in his elegant robes, the faint shimmer of magic still clinging to him from his last lesson. His gaze, always observant, landed on the vial in your hands.

You sighed, offering a tired smile. "Yeah… Just needed a moment."

He didn’t press, nor did he question. Instead, he moved to stand beside you, leaning slightly against the desk in a way that made him feel less like a professor and more like a quiet guardian.

"You often stay behind after class," he mused.

You nodded, gripping the vial a little tighter. "It's easier sometimes. Less noise. Less pressure."

He hummed thoughtfully. You had confided in him once—about the condition that made your magic sometimes flicker, the exhaustion that crept up on you without warning, and the medication that helped but didn’t erase the struggle. You never expected him to care beyond polite concern, but Palladium was different. He never treated you as fragile. He simply… understood.

"Would you like some water?" he asked, as if sensing your hesitation.

You exhaled slowly. "Yeah… that’d help."

With a wave of his hand, a glass of water appeared beside you, the liquid shimmering faintly with a hint of magic. You glanced at him, and he only offered a small, patient smile. No pressure. No judgment. Just him, waiting.

Taking a deep breath, you uncapped the vial and swallowed the pill, following it with a sip of water. The tension in your chest loosened, just a little.

"There," Palladium said softly, as if you had just accomplished something grand. Maybe, in a way, you had.

You looked at him, studying the way his hair caught the dim light. He had always been composed, almost ethereal, but moments like this—where he chose to stay, to care—made him feel entirely real.

"Thank you," you murmured.

He tilted his head, a soft amusement in his gaze. "No need to thank me. I only offered water."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You did more than that, and you know it."

His smile grew just a fraction, something warm flickering beneath his usual serene expression. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he offered something else—his presence, his understanding. And in that moment, it was enough.

Maybe, with him around, the weight wouldn’t feel so heavy after all.

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