#She's never going to be comfortable with them though

[rexhya]

warn — none, i these asks were pretty similar so i just grouped them into one!

✦ ✦

yandere!prince whos been more lovey dovey with you, currently you sit on his lap in the throne room dressed into too expensive clothing while he craddles your head and noses your neck.

"Mm, I wish I could just plaster your scent to me permanently. It's much easier getting off with your smell than not." As usual he waits for your reaction, you grace him with a polite smile he frowns at. He likes it better when you squirm.

"Don't ignore me," he whines his arms gripping your waist in a way that reminds you how easily he could overpower you.

"I'm not." you said dryly, attempting to turn your head from his caramel face but he only holds you tighter.

"Then look at me when I'm talking." his voice was like glass cutting through your heart, you faced him, tears in your eyes, you just couldn't help it. His affections were so misleading you didn't know if he was really in love with you like he said or simply took pleasure in tormenting you. ( most likely the latter )

"Awww, sweetheart don't cry." his face is concerned but his tone is condescending. It only makes you sob more. He kisses at your cheeks, wiping tears away with his thumb. Unbeknownst to you, Anul feels guilty, of course, not enough to ever let you go. But enough to give you a bit of comfort.

"What's wrong my love? Tell me."

There were so many things you could say, instead you whispered, "I just miss my friends. From the maids chambers. I havent seen them in so long."

This partly true, because of him you hadn't seen very much of anyone besides him.

"Very well, then just for today you can be released to your original residence, of course tonight you will sleep with me." you gasped, a for a moment Anul almost looked kind.

"Really?" you didn't believe it.

"Of course."

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You were overjoyed to be back with your friends, it was almost like escaping prison if not for a few hours.

"[Name], you're back." a high pitched voice called from the stairway down to the laundry room, you need to be out of these clothes as soon as possible.

"Samantha, I've missed you." You hugged her tightly.

"And you, though not much has happened whe you've been gone. I'm assuming the prince is rather amorous these days?"

Your face went bright red, "No, not really. We haven't done anything like that if that's what you're asking..."

"I see...Oh that reminds me, you've received someletters while you've been gone." Samantha led you back to the room where mail was to be collected, all maids had a workers had a box where they could receive things from outside the palace, you box contained two eveloples stamped with your family's emblem.

It must be from your father, you thought, you have no siblings and your mother always signed her initials at the ends of his letters to let you know shes always there.

One envelope contains a letter written to you (from your father as suspected) stating how he's found you a husband. Someone you've met before, the farmer who lives just outside your house and how once your contract expires you are urged to return home. The thought makes your heart swell, you'd forgotten about the man, his warm smile, his dimpled cheeks and rather charastmatic personality.

This was the best news you'd gotten since you'd came here, and your contract was ending in just a few short weeks, soon you'd be able to leave and continue a lifestyle you'd always dreamed of.

Suddenly your sprits were lifted, you didn't feel as dreadful walking back to the princes chambers. But Anul could tell you were happier than usual. He could always tell.

And while lying in bed, terror overcame you in just a few short words.

"You're not eally going off to try and mary that man were you [Name]?"

His claws grip your jaw, sinister smile pressed on your lips.

"No my prince, of course not my prince." you lie with a shaky teary breath.

"Of course you weren't, you'd never leave me, just as i'd never leave you, because were meant to be together and nothing could ever come between us right?"

"Right."

The day after, you saw you contract had been extended, instead of a few short weeks, Anul had changed the time of stay to years. You never should have signed that paper.

[shy-writes]

okay this is so good and i'm gonna do it for both protags in eterna

chia (bc u should all know who my fav is by now):

doesn't know them, doesn't care to know them. maybe a little bitter about being abandoned, but purposefully doesn't dwell on it as a coping mechanism.

that the universe is random and cruel and you should do what you have to in order to survive and enjoy what you like for as long as you can, knowing that eventually it will all end

to be comfortable, as much as possible. they don't want to fix the world. they want to be content and safe and left alone.

they weren't "raised" per se, but they definitely learned growing up to never trust anyone or anything. i think they're learning to open up more and to let people be in their life.

they've never been able to count on a future, but they imagine a life where they can be peaceful and content with clay. watching movies with a couple of cats in a cozy little house where no one bothers them.

they don't really see themself as a hero, or even as a particularly kind person. in eterna they talk a little about how the way they see their body specifically has changed—from being purely utilitarian to being something that's theirs. anyways, they play the villain because that's what they think they are. that's what they've alway been told to be.

kind of laissez-faire, honestly. they're kind of a "well, that sucks" and then chuck it in the garbage kind of person when things don't go their way.

they never wanted to be. but being around clay has made them more willing to take action, and more convinced that they have to.

clay:

she also doesn't know them, but she doesn't blame them for giving her up. she sees it as a reasonable trade.

she believes that the rune, and eterna as a whole, are inherently good. she believes that sharing this good with other planets is a kindness.

to spread eterna's ideals. this isn't really an intrinsic desire, though, because she was raised to believe it was all she could ever want.

she was raised to be an efficient, powerful soldier, content in all things and denied the ability to question her situation. after meeting chia, though, she's learning to think for herself. and she's starting to doubt.

clay doesn't think that far ahead. she just does what she's told

she sees herself as a tool for the rune. as such, she doesn't value anything over their will, even herself.

not good! she hates it!

she's eterna's first conduit for the spread of their ideals, and she's integral to the very survival of the planet in ways that i can't tell you because it would be a spoiler lmao

basic things you should know about your main characters

how is their relationship with their family

what are their beliefs, if they have any

what is their motivation (preferably something unrelated to their love interest/romantic feelings)

who were they raised to be vs. who they became/are becoming

what are their plans for the future, if they have any

how they feel about themselves and how it affects their behaviour

how do they feel about things they cannot control

and last but not least: Why is This Character the Protagonist??

[holylulusworld]

Alpine, the heartbreaker

Summary: Your cat fell for a charming heartbreaker.

Pairing: Domestic!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader; Alpine Barnes x Tinker Bell Y/L/N

Written for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Spring Bingo” – Square filled: Gardening

Warnings: naughty cats doing naughty things, cat pregnancy, fluff, general cuteness, cats in love, flirty Bucky

A/N: For my story, Alpine is a tomcat.

“The weather is hot today, isn’t it, Tinker Bell?” You wipe your sweaty forehead, sighing as your cat disappears from sight once more. You huff because the last thing you want is for your beloved cat to get lost. “Tink? I told you not to stray too far from the garden.”

You sigh and go back to tending your roses. Tinker Bell usually never strays and stays by your side, but for the last few weeks, she has tended to disappear for an hour or two.

Gardening is your second favorite hobby since you moved into your house four months ago; crocheting is another. Your life has become more grounded and peaceful since you quit your job and decided to settle down and live a domestic life.

A noise catches your attention. It sounds like a wounded cat, and your heart thunders in your chest. You grab the pruning shears and sprint toward the noise. If anyone tries to hurt your cat, you’ll not let them live.

Chasing after the noise, you call your cat’s name. You must look like a lunatic running along the sidewalk, screaming, Tinker Bell.

“Tink! I’m coming!” You pant, not used to running so much anymore. “Leave my cat alone!”

Tink gets louder, and you run a little faster to reach your cat. Whoever hurts your beloved cat will suffer a slow death.

“Tink!” Stopping in your tracks, you watch a white cat do unspeakable things to your beloved Tinker Bell. Tink mewls like a cat in heat, enjoying the white cat’s attention a little too much for your liking. “You pervert!”

“Alpine!” A man runs toward you and your cat… “Punk, what are you doing!” He snorts as his cat is having a blast. “Uh—I didn’t think you had it in you. I thought the vet said you’re sterile.”

“Yeah, well.” You huff and glare at the man. “He’s capable of doing …” You're making air quotes, “it.”

“It looks like she’s enjoying it,” he grins, blue eyes sparkling as you glare at him. He looks familiar to you, but you can’t remember where you have seen the man before. “I think we should give them some privacy.”

“What? No, he can’t just…and then,” you try to argue, but the man guides you away from your cat and her lover. You can’t believe your cat has a more active sex life than you. “If she gets pregnant, you’ll pay child support. You and your naughty cat!”

You exclaim before storming off, cursing the man and his white devil.

“Lady, it’s not Alpine’s fault your cat is a naughty one,” he snickers as you turn around to glare in his direction. “Just saying, it takes two to have fun. Your cat is a naughty girl.”

“Irresponsible,” you scold the man and walk away. “How dare he call my cat a naughty girl!”

“Tink, we need to talk,” you say as your cat stretches on your bed. She’s meowing loudly when you run your hand over her belly. “You got knocked up by a punk. A naughty white heartbreaker. This can never happen again.”

She ignores your speech and rolls to the other side, purring.

“Young lady, I’m talking to you!” Pacing in your living room, you sigh. Having kittens wasn’t in your plans. “It’s not only your fault, though. I shouldn’t have trusted the shelter telling me you’re sterile. Now we will have babies to take care of.”

Watching your cat get comfortable, you plan on giving the owner of the devil seducing your innocent Tink a piece of your mind. You already have found out where he’s living. He bought the house just down the street.

“Ah, the naughty cat owner,” the man says, leaning on his door frame as you stand in front of his door, an ultrasound of your cat in your hands. “Does she want more of Alpine?”

“Your cat is going to be a father soon,” you grunt and push the ultrasound into his hands. “You should tell him not to stray. We don’t like a womanizer!”

“Whoa, punk!” He laughs when his cat runs out of the door to sit in front of you. Alpine meows and looks up at you. “He’s missing his lady cat.”

“He did enough!” You mutter under your breath.

“Hey, they are cats.” He shrugs. "Alpine won’t be a deadbeat father. We’ll take care of the young lady he made love to.”

You don’t know if you want to laugh or slap the cocky smirk off his face. “You should tell your cat to…” You frown. The situation is more than strange, and you don’t know what to tell him.

“I’ll tell Alpine not to stray,” he leans closer and says, “but I think this is not necessary. He lost his heart to your beauty.”

You snort. “Just…don’t let him knock more cats up.”

“He wouldn’t dream of straying,” he smirks. “Now that our kids are going to have kids, we should introduce each other, don’t you think?”

“Uh—Y/N,” you splutter.

“Bucky,” he replies, holding out his hand. You shake it, suddenly aware of where you have seen him and his metal arm before.

Great—the Winter Soldier’s cat knocked Tink up. What the hell…

One day later, you answer the door, only to find Bucky and his cat in front of your door. Alpine is wearing a tiny bow bowtie, and Bucky holds a basket filled with cat products in his arms.

“What is all this?” You ask, glancing at the basket.

“Uh—child support,” Bucky replies. “I told you Alpine will be a good father and partner. Can he now see your cat? He’s crawling up the walls.”

“I—” You look at the basket again, laughing. “Okay, come on in. She’s in the living room, sleeping. Her belly is growing fast.”

“How are the kittens?” Bucky asks when you allow him inside. “Can…can Alpine come with you next time to see the babies?”

You’d laugh at his words, but he looks so serious and determined that you don’t have it in you to make fun of Bucky.

“Sure, if my vet is okay with it, Alpine can come around.”

You walk into the living room, watching Alpine run toward the couch. He jumps onto the couch, immediately starting to groom Tinker Bell.

“I think they are in love,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“Young love, huh?” You laugh because your cat is rolling over to cuddle with Alpine. They meow and purr, having a not-so-silent conversation.

“Should we…uh…leave them alone?” Bucky looks unsure when you take the basket out of his hands. “We shouldn’t watch them, right?”

“We can have coffee in my kitchen and leave them to…uh…their reunion.” You grab Bucky’s hand to guide him toward your kitchen. “Just so you know, the kittens are alright.”

“What are we going to do with them?” He asks, worriedly looking at you. “We cannot abandon them. They’re Alpine’s kids.”

“I think we should talk about shared custody.”

“Maybe, we can…uh…find a better solution,” he says, looking you deep in the eyes. “You know, my cat loves your cat and all.”

You laugh at his poor attempt to flirt with you. “How about you invite me for dinner before we plan on having a family of cats?”

“It’s a date!” He hurriedly says, hoping he’ll get lucky in love too…

[hattersrabbit]

SICKNESS OF THE HEART

batfamily x mileena! reader | sfw

CW! all platonic, good parent Bruce Wayne supremacy, mk1 mileena, gn reader, hurt comfort, r has killed people (under tarkot), Hugo Strange is creepy, mentions and use of needles, implied cannibalism, Damian & r are the same age (14), androgynous/nb! reader, implied future su!c!de attempt, implied future yandere batfam

Summary! Bruce finds a child under a threatening disease that seems to have no cure, and under Dr. Strange’s horrid guidance.

backstory for reader is inspired by my dc oc’s backstory (+ mileena is one of her inspiration as well)

“Dear, please be still.”

You growled lowly as the needle entered your skin and the disease went away.

“Can’t have you attacking me now can I?” Dr. Strange smiled creepily. In your sober mind; clear of the disease that plagued you hatred filled your being.

A glare in your eyes that were no longer a form of orange, red, and yellow. No slit in those eyes, and not a like a predator without a mind of their own.

“Do behave won’t you, child.

You still growled. He found you after you murdered your father, mother, and twin sister. Covered in their blood. Around your mouth and sharp teeth.

Gone was your humanity and then a monster. A cannibalistic monster in front of him who was in tears and no realization of what just happened.

You were old enough to know clearly what happened.

After all, they used you to deal with unruly patients.

“Good job though. You swallowed him whole.” The bones were clear enough. Blood and spare flesh on the ground. Blood around your mouth and on your hands. You stared at your palms in horror.

Hatred for him and yourself. The wish to die from this disease, but this man wouldn’t let you die. You were a curiosity.

A rare disease never seen before. Mysteriously he conjured a cure of some kind to stop it, but not forever. It wore off and back your humanity would come.

But you’d always be a monster. Always.

-

“There’s a child in Arkham Asylum?”

Batman stared at Harley, whose normally smiling face was wild. She wasn’t now, and her expression was full of worry.

“Yes, Damian’s age if I remember correctly.” She played with her low pigtails with a worried face. Her eyes were wary as they thought of the child. “Under Dr. Strange’s watch. I talked to the child quite a lot before, and I smelled blood.”

“Blood?” Batman stilled.

Harley huffed, “I asked about and…was disturbed. Like they knew, but didn’t.”

“I think it’s a disease. A rare one or something like that. They went wild, and immediately were pulled into somewhere else in the asylum.” Harley went quiet. She wasn’t thinking, or not able to articulate what she wanted to say.

“Harley?”

“I heard screams. They are loud and guttural. They stopped in an instant.” Harley shivered. Harley doesn’t shiver.

“Save them. Save the kid because I fear otherwise he’ll make something of them, and they won’t be themselves ever again.” Harley looked with pleading eyes.

Batman stared blankly. His brain going miles a minute about the information he was just told. A child in the care of Dr. Strange, and he was a dangerous man.

A child with rare sickness that was both dangerous to others and the person itself. That child would be made a weapon he was sure.

“I’ll save them, Harley.”

-

“They have a child in Arkham?” Stephanie blinked crazily. Her brow furrowed down because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Yes, and I’m afraid they are in big danger.” Bruce wiped away the grease paint off of his face. “Tim, please.”

The pale boy made no comment and did what he was told. “This is crazy.” He whispered to himself as he looked for files on this child. A child that was Damian’s age.

The demon child himself was thinking. “Father, how exactly are we to get this other person out of Arkham?”

“We’ll come up with a plan.”

Damian stared and went back to where Tim was working.

“Indeed there is a child in Arkham Asylum. Very discreet, but nothing is too hard for me to find.” Normally, Tim would be smug but he was grim. His gaze dark and concerned over what he’s found.

“What did you find?” Dick asked, as he and Damian looked over his shoulder. Bruce most importantly listening intently.

“A report of a child named [ ] [ ], whose parents and twin sister reportedly killed. The details surrounding their deaths are murky, but considering what information Harley gave, it’s best to assume they got the illness and killed them.” Tim’s brows furrowed. “The file on the child shows that they are under Hugo Strange’s watch, and there have been complaints from civilians of not being able to see relatives.”

“Are you saying that…?” Duke asked. Cass grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Her eyes glazed over with anger. “Yes, the child was used to kill them if that’s the case.”

Dick breathed in a sigh. He didn’t even realize he was holding in his breath.

“Who would do that to a poor child.” Stephanie mumbled to herself. “That poor baby, and she’s only Damian’s age?”

Bruce huffed grimly, “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Guys! There’s been an outbreak at Arkham Asylum!” Barbara’s voice rang loud and frantic.

“What?!” Dick exclaimed.

“Got it! Everyone get ready and head out! Oracle, let Jason know!”

“On it!”

Upstairs Alfred stood listening to the radio with a blank expression. The information that a young looking child was seen running away from Arkham Asylum. A crazed kind of look in their eyes.

Frantic and looking to get away from that horrid place. Even Hugo Strange’s voice saying that he was willing to pay anyone who’s call in on his missing patient.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief when the radio reported that the figure had been seen going towards Crime Alley.

-

The urge to bite into someone was heavy on your conscious. You did everything to evade this illness.

Hissing every time the needles poked your skin. You didn’t like them but they stopped you from going crazy and loosing your mind. You couldn’t handle another life loss due to your affliction.

Maybe when you got somewhere then you’d could end it all. Stop the horror that was you and nobody would die.

You were in Crime Alley and on the run. You knew that it was a good place to hide; you grew up there with your sister.

A life you wished you could get back. To get back your beloved mother and father. If only you didn’t get this damn rare disease. You wondered why it affected you, and you couldn’t get treatment either.

And then you killed them.

Covered in their blood. Them inside you and becoming a part of your soul. Carrying their souls on your back.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to do what you planned because you were stopped in your tracks by a man in a red mask. Tall and intimidating.

Guns held in his hands.

You froze in the alleyway and backed into the corner. You only wanted to take a breath, and you were found.

They’d take you back to that horror, and face the other patients. The fear of being used as the punishment against disobedient patients.

The man didn’t step forward. He was silent and observed you. Slowly he put his guns in the holsters. He focused even more when you hissed from needles pricking your skin once again.

“You’re the child that escaped Hugo Strange.” He spoke lowly. Studying you carefully.

On instinct you growled. Who could you trust? And this man, whoever he was, didn’t know who he was dealing with. He could get the disease too and you didn’t wish that on anyone.

How you wished for the illness to take you six feet under. To be rid of this pain and carnage you dealt.

The man said nothing still watching you behind that red mask.

“Stay away from me! I-I’ll hurt you!” Yelling back at him. Already you could feel the pressure of your illness in your mind pushing. A parasite in your body that you tried so hard to refuse. No, you wouldn’t kill and you didn’t want to.

The man didn’t moved nor did he say anything. He reached up to face and pressed something. A soft “found them” from his covered lips surfaced.

Your body flared up at the fact he told someone he found you. They would send you back to Arkham Asylum and you would be with Strange again. You would will and suffer again.

People would look at you fearfully again.

Even Harley, the one person who still gave kindness to you, still acted in apprehension. Her eyes on you changed after you lost it and went on a rampage. You didn't blame her, and honestly, you expected it.

The masked man placed his hands up. The guns are still in the holsters. He was calm and slowly approaching you. Instictivley, beastly; you let out a growl.

The needles are once again hitting your skin. You hissed as you felt the tears of your cheeks retracting. Maybe then he would kill you. The red-masked man would see you for the monster that you really were.

But at the same time, you would attack him.

You would hurt his man. He seemed kind enough if he was placing his hands up in the air. Letting you know he was coming in peace, despite stepping closer to you at every step.

"Hey, kid, it's alright. I'm not here to hurt you, or throw you back into that hell hole." His voice was calm and gentle talking to you. Hearing his voice, but the voice of the disease was haunting you. The need to chomp onto his bare neck was stronger than ever.

He kneeled in front of you.

You're backed up against the wall and trying to get away from him.

"I'm..." He thought for a second. Flinching hard when his arms lifted to his face, and off came the mask. A fair-skinned man with a fair amount of scars, and black locks with a white tuft. Most alarming, you caught sight of a J etched into his cheek.

"You can call me Red Hood, or Jason kid." Serene blue eyes that seemed uncommon for such a hardened face. A face that had been hardened for a long time. You only nodded in response. The itch of the disease was getting worse, and you were pushing back.

"I'm not here to hurt you." His eyes flickered to your bare arms, where numerous scars lay. Some deep and some shallow, some old, and some fresh. "He hurt you?"

You nodded. Nails digging into your skin to keep the monster at bay,

"I'm here to help you, okay? It'll be alright, just come with me."

You shook your head. His blue eyes widened when you released your arm to reveal sharpened nails and breached bleeding skin. "I-Im a monster..."

You cried as the disease tore your mouth apart and into a wide mouth of sharp teeth and a long tongue. Disturbing for anyone to see. A fourteen-year-old morphing into a monster. Frantically, you grabbed a needle while, with a single leg, you pushed him away.

He made a noise as your above normal strength pushed him away. "Hey! You'll hit a vein-"

He watched as you desperately stabbed a needle into your neck and pushed in the serum.

Just as you did, you felt a blunt object hitting the back of your head. A faint yell from Jason was heard as you fell unconscious.

"Robin!" Jason expressed to the child next to you. Having hit you in the back of the head with his katana.

"They were going manic? Weren't they, Red Hood? You should have tread more carefully. The illness they have could have sparked at any moment." His gloved hand removed the needle from your hand. Numerous of the needles were seen by the two.

"Fuck-"

"Yes, as you would say. They could have killed themselves if they hit right here. Luckily they didn't hit a vein." Damian informed as he collected the needles into his utility belt.

"Pick them up. Everyone else is at Arkham Asylum and trying to find Dr. Strange." Under his breath he cursed a name.

Jason made no complaints as he picked you up from the ground. His eyes glazing over the numerous scars on your arms and legs. Seeing how your mouth morphed back to normal. "Those needles must have a serum that keeps it from taking over."

"Yes, however it's incapable of stopping the disease."

"Let's get home." The two took you home.

News you could be heard that Arkham had been ransacked. Batman was more ruthless than ever. Mean ever than before. Black Bat, she was more violent than ever.

Files found by Red Robin and Spoiler of the many experiments and who exactly you were. A young child who contracted a man made disease, and murdered your parents and twin sister. Having heard of it affecting someone, Hugo Strange retrieved you.

Saying a young child with problems that needed much more complicated help. Hiding the fact that a manmade disease hadn't affected you and turned you into a monster.

Using you as a punishment for disobedient patients. Eating them alive and making the entire asylum listen to the carnage.

After reading such things Nightwing; ever the more angry he slammed the doctor hard for what he had done. "They aren't a weapon!" He would yell in defense of you.

A feeling of protectiveness overfilled them. As did Red Hood, Robin, Signal, and Alfred you looked at you so much more deeply.

Other serums in your body. Most scars having been caused by attempts to keep you contained. Pulling at chains and rope. Your neck bleeding heavily due to the needle you stabbed into your neck.

A child that was forced into Arkham Asylum because of man and forced to become a weapon against human kind. Ridding the world of people who needed help.

The vigilantes cursed the doctor heavily. Releasing exactly what had been done, and there was pushback. Nuanced views of it being a child, but a monster who still killed people.

A disease with no cure that could potentially kill more people. Others may be after your head.

It was at that moment when Jason and Damian met up with their family is that they saw what horrors you saw and experienced.

A certain horroric feeling of protecting you, from death. Taking away the disease eating at you and making sure death never touches you ever again.

Anyone who tried to take you away from them would face the wrath of vigilante. A child that needed help and wasn't at fault for anything that happened.

Bruce would brush your face of blood on your face. Soft blue eyes promising that he would give you the love you never got.

Your new siblings willing enough to give you the sibling love you lost so early on.

Truly you would be safe and sound. Away from all the horrors of the world.

[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers Possessive/Yandere HC

Includes: jennifer check, horny the clown, billy loomis, stu marcher, ethan landry, bo sinclair, hannigram, thomas hewitt, jeepers creepers, art the clown.

Warnings: the title speaks for itself!! gifs are not mine credits to the owners.

ʲᵉⁿⁿⁱᶠᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ:

She is extremely possessive of you. After all, she is Jennifer Check—whatever she wants, she gets, and that includes you. In public, she is very touchy and won’t let you go or even allow you to think about leaving her. She will go to great lengths to hurt anyone who makes her feel threatened when it comes to you. When she’s in her demon form, it gets even worse; she grabs your arm and drags you around in public, making sure everyone knows that you belong to her. While she knows she is attractive and could have anyone she wants, she only wants you.

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

It depends on his mood that day, but most of the time, Archie tries to keep you close. He is someone who needs constant comfort; if you're not around, he becomes increasingly unstable. He is jealous and possessive, wanting you to stay with him at all times. Don't leave his sight, or he might harm someone you care about. He will feel bad for making you cry, but ultimately, he just needs you by his side. You are the only one who truly sees the real him, and he will always appreciate that.

ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵐᵐⁱˢ:

He’s completely possessive, I’m sorry—well, actually, I’m not. Billy is full of ego and pride, and whenever you spend time around someone of the same gender as him, he feels as if you’re trying to make him jealous. He yells when it’s just the two of you, making it clear that he doesn’t want you to do that again. It’s not like you mean to upset him; he’s just very sensitive and fragile about it. Despite that, he does show you love in his own rough way in the end.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

This poor boy is incredibly loving and caring. However, beneath that exterior, he does exhibit some controlling tendencies. He may not show it openly, but there are moments when you can notice a shift in his behavior, leading you to ask questions. He consistently responds with, "I'm fine," when, in reality, he is seething with anger. If you’re not careful, it might not be safe to be around him for long, and you'll find yourself stuck in an uncomfortable situation until he feels he can trust you again.

ᵉᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃⁿᵈʳʸ:

I could go on for hours about how he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This boy is a demon, I tell you. He’s very manipulative and jealous of everything you do. If there’s another boy around, he will get rid of him without hesitation; in fact, it’s a bit strange. His anger isn't rare, surprisingly; it's quite common. He does try to hide it, but it never really works out. You can see every time how the sparkle in his eyes disappears when someone gets too close to you. He may act shy, but he’s far from it.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

You can probably guess what I’m going to say, and you’d be right: he is possessive of you. He sees you as his property that he must protect and keep others away from, which even includes his brothers. He can get quite loud if he feels one of them is flirting with you too much. While he understands them, he doesn’t want them to overdo it. He’s a busy man, which means you’ll likely spend a lot of time at home until he feels comfortable letting you out. That could take weeks—if you’re lucky.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

These two work together to keep harmful (innocent) people away from you. They operate in a way that is very different from any other human. They communicate silently, ensuring that you remain unaware of what’s happening around you. In about a week or so, that troublesome person will be gone. Will is best at distracting while Hannibal excels in taking action. They try to keep you from noticing the things they do, even though you know all their secrets. It's no surprise to you that they behave this way, but you don’t mind it too much.

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Speaking of Thomas, he is exactly what you would expect. What I mean is that he is very protective of you because he loves you so much. It’s not in a scary way, though. He will do his best to keep you at home, trying to shield you from his darker side. Besides that, he truly loves you. He often wonders why you chose him out of everyone. He struggles with self-hatred and tries to deny it. However, you love him for who he is and dream of becoming his wife/husband/spouse one day.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

What do you hope to achieve by trying to leave him? He will track you down and restrain you even more. He can always tell when you are lying, so don’t even attempt to deceive him. Jeepers is a hardworking man, and because of his hunger, he will be out of the nest most of the time. However, that doesn’t mean you will be free. He will ensure you have everything you need while he is out hunting. He won’t allow you to see or interact with another human ever again. If he finds you talking to or seeing anyone else, they will be gone.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

If you and he are really together, he will likely be the least possessive. He’ll definitely protect you and may even try to distance you from people he feels you spend too much time with, but that’s just part of it. Art himself is like a walking time bomb; one minute he’s allowing you to go outside, and the next he’s keeping you cooped up in the house with him for the night. It seems to depend on whether he’s injured or not. He won’t try to hide his darker tendencies because he feels there’s no need to, and besides, he has better things to do.

[kxsagi]

its may 1st for me so. wlw bluelock 🤤🤤

heh. guess who’s the wlw anon!!! definitely not me i say as my pants burst into flames

any characters, but i’d enjoy aiku, shidou, reo, chigiri and hiori the most!!!! ill feel greedy if i req karasu otoya and yukimiya too 😞 GOD I LOVE TOO MANY CHARACTERS BRO do what you want though :) ANYWYAYY

how bllk girls would react to some creepy guy going like “you’re a lesbian? i can change you.” or something to their gf!!! i need them to be protective of their gf in some way!! and maybe them comforting her afterwards :) im a firm butch aiku believer so do with that what you will!!!!! have a nice day thank you and take your time of course!!!!

i need to shut up but butch chigiri good lird

“𝐞𝐰, 𝐦𝐞𝐧.”

a/n: HELP NOT THE “not me i say as my pants burst into flames” THAT TOOK ME OUT 💀💀💀

also this is my first time writing for fem lock so i tried my best here, but i changed their pronouns to she/her and go by their last names

have a nice day too love!

ft. aiku oliver, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

aiku oliver (tall, tatted, gym tank, looks like she plays basketball and heartbreak) 

when that guy hits on you, you don’t even have to react. aiku steps in front of you like a human wall. folds her arms. looks him up and down. 

“nah. she’s got taste. and clearly, it’s not you.” 

the guy tries to act tough, until aiku tilts her head and goes, “you ever been benched? want me to show you how it feels?” 

he backs off fast. afterwards, she turns to you with soft eyes and rests her forehead on yours. 

“people like that don’t deserve a second of your energy. let me carry it for you, baby.” 

she’ll get you a drink, tuck you under her arm like you’re made of glass, and glare at anyone who even thinks of looking your way again. 

shidou ryusei (dyed mullet, nose ring, menace to society) 

she grins. oh, it’s over for that guy. 

“you can change her? that’s adorable. i can change your jaw alignment.” 

immediately steps between you two like a rabid dog guarding its favorite bone 

wraps an arm around your shoulder and stares him down like she’s manifesting violence. 

“say that again. i dare you.” 

afterwards, she’s surprisingly gentle with you. presses her forehead to yours and mumbles, “sorry you had to deal with that. but hey… thanks for being into scary girls like me.” 

she kisses your knuckles like she’s making a blood pact. 

mikage reo (your sugar mama with a y2k wardrobe and a black card, she’s giving barbie with a vengeance) 

the second the guy opens his mouth and hits you with that gross, smug tone, reo steps in like: “you wish you had the income to change me, sweetheart.” 

but she’s smiling like she’s networking at a brunch. meanwhile, her hand is firmly around your waist. he tries again, and she goes, “what’s it like waking up every day and choosing delusion?” 

afterwards, she cups your face and checks you over like you just got hit by a truck. kisses your forehead, buys you something dumb and shiny, and whispers, “no man on earth could make me leave you. not even timothée chalamet. and he’s the only exception i would’ve considered.” 

chigiri hyoma (androgynous model vibes, combat boots and a blade-sharp glare) 

as soon as that guy says it, she literally steps in front of you and goes, “you can try. just know i run faster, hit harder, and she chose me.” 

deadpan, but her tone slices through the air like a whip. she’s not loud about it, just scary-level confident. when he sputters some reply, she doesn’t even look at him. she just walks you away. 

later, she sits you down, pulls you into her lap, and runs her fingers through your hair. “you okay?” 

you nod, and she kisses your temple. 

“i’m never letting anyone talk to you like that again. not while i’m around.” 

(you’re pretty sure she meant it as a threat to the universe.) 

hiori yo (soft girl but will shatter you) 

she hears that guy’s comment and her entire face changes. she grabs your hand and very calmly says, “we’re leaving.” 

and you think that’s it, until she turns back around and roasts him so clinically it’s surgical. 

“do you always open with jokes, or was that your genuine personality?” 

she’ll be shaking a little when you’re out of the situation, because confrontation isn’t her thing, but she’s more worried about you. she’ll hold your hand all the way home, rub soothing circles into your palm, and whisper, “you don’t have to laugh it off next time. i’ll always be there. okay?” 

karasu tabito (smirking, sarcastic, black eyeliner and silver rings)

“‘i can change you’?” karasu laughs. like mocking laughter. 

“bro, she’s dating me. you think you’ve got better rizz?” 

walks circles around the guy like he’s a sad art piece in a museum. “you’re gonna need a time machine, a personality transplant, and probably a lobotomy. then we’ll maybe talk.” 

he leaves. she turns to you, raises a brow. “you good, baby?” 

wraps her hoodie around you even if you’re not cold and tells you to let her know if you ever want someone publicly embarrassed again. 

otoya eita (pink streaks, tongue piercing, looks like your favorite e-girl streamer) 

he says the line and otoya just blinks. 

“you can change her? okay, lemme guess. with what?” 

then she goes full chaotic energy: “you got a spell book? a magic wand? you gonna build her a new sexuality in your mom’s basement?” 

wraps both arms around you like a clingy koala and presses kisses to your cheek just to spite the guy. 

“she’s taken. so taken. like, multiple-orgasms-on-a-weekday-taken.” 

once he leaves, she lets you bury your face in her chest. strokes your back and whispers, “no one gets to make you feel gross. ever. you hear me?” 

yukimiya kenyu (aesthetic queen, probably went viral for skincare routines and a deep, sultry voice) 

smiles like she’s about to ask for his zodiac sign, then completely annihilates him. 

“you think you can change me? baby, i don’t even take product recommendations from men.” 

he stammers. she tilts her head, still smiling. 

“now apologize to my girlfriend. she deserves better than to be spoken to by walking insecurity.” 

once you’re alone, she dabs a tissue to your lip gloss, brushes hair from your face, and says, “you’re so beautiful. people like him don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[adonisbeloveds]

Hi!! I wanted to ask if i could put in a request, but if ur not comfortable with it, it's okay! You dont have to do it. I was thinking yandere mains angst cuz the reader died and they feel like they failed to protect them. Again, if you're not comfortable with it or just dont want to do it, feel free to decline! there's no pressure on my end. I love ur writing style btw!

Yandere Main Toons with a reader who died.

Okay okay! I hope you mean't the main toons when they weren't twisted, and I LIVE for yandere and angst stuff omg so don't you worry and I'm glad you love my writing style! Also can you guys COUGH guess my fav toon ahahahhaha Reader is GN and uses they/them pronouns, and Vee, Shelly and pebble are all meant to be seen as platonic. Warnings: Yandere behavour ofc, Dandy keeps the readers body (he doesn't do ANYTHING weird with it, he just keeps it), self hatred, mentions of suicide, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

ASTRO

".....you're lying. Sprout please...you're lying.."

.He was in denial for a long while, even though he knew you weren't coming back a small part of him was still hoping, wondering if you were out there -- if you were just hiding and waiting for him to come to you and save you. .He blames himself so much, he knew he shouldn't of stayed back, that he should of convinced you hearder to let him come with others..what if you were nearly at the exit, what if you didn't have enough stamina to make it, if he was there he could of helped you. .What if you were hiding, cornered, crying quietly while you muttered his name -- hoping and praying he would come get you, come help you and make sure you wouldn't die or get hurt, if so why didn't the others help you? why didn't goob pull you close to him why didn't anyone help you. .Maybe you died to get away from him .He still blames himself, he blames himself so badly -- but some of that blame now goes to other toons, more specifically the toons who had the ability to help you.

"Astro, they aren't here anymore! THEY'RE DEAD!" "YOU WERE MEAN'T TO PROTECT THEM! AREN'T YOU THE OVERPROTECTIVE ONE!" .Everything that was in your room he put into his room, even to the smallest piece of paper that had nothing written on it -- and when I say everything I mean everything, even your trash that he never threw out. .He know's it isn't healthy and he knows the other toons are judging his coping ways, he just can't bare the thought of anything you had in your room being taken away. This is what was left of you and he wasn't going to throw it away, no matter how bad or unhealthy it was. .He has started dreaming about you, he use to share dreams with you -- but now he just dreams of you, and he uses these moments to play pretend, even if its for a minute or so. Seeing your smiling and alive face is enough to start fueling his delusions .At first he knew these delusions and dreams were simply that, but over time he started to wonder if this was actually you, that you survived and are still waiting for him out there, waiting for him to save you. .So then on he started his mission, he know's he couldn't protect you in that moment but this time, this time he's going out there and he will bring you home- "No." "What...what do you mean no." "Astro, you aren't in the right mindset to go out on runs. We don't want you to see a twisted version of them and willingly run into the arms of a twisted." "They....they aren't a twisted, they are still alone out there! I know it!"

VEE

"No...no wait WAIT-"

.She witnessed first hand your death, she tried running to you the moment she saw the twisted coming close -- but it got to you before she could, and the worst part is that you smiled. You saw her and you smiled. .Shelly grabbed her arm before dragging her back to the elevator, but all she could think of was the way you smiled at her, not even noticing the thing behind you -- or maybe you did and knew your time was up, and you smiled at her as a way of saying "It wasn't your fault, please don't blame yourself" .You two talked about this, about what would happen if one of you were to die -- and she promised, she promised you that she would always have your back, that you would always be protected and she failed. .Cause that's what she is, a failure. .Who cares if she can sing or host programs or show twisteds by their frequencies, cause what is all that tallent for when she couldn't even keep her promise and protect the closest person to her. .She handled her greif better than the others, she knew that you weren't coming back, no matter what she or the others tried to do. But just because she handled her greif better doesn't mean her coping mechanisms were the same. .She made dolls of you, and used the recordings of your voice to play pretend, even when she was sleeping she would play your voice and pretend you were there -- she would even tweak your voice to say certain things, and she would even listen to breathing to just pretend you were breathing and well. .Unlike the others, she went out on runs still -- but she was silent, only ever tapping her mic before going back to the corner. She couldn't bring herself to leave the foot of the elevator when it closes, especially when she see's your twisted form. .She likes to think she's strong enough to not run to your twisted form, but at this point she doesn't know anymore -- so she doesn't risk it, she just looks down at the ground the two of you use to walk together on and waits, what is she waiting for? .The elevator to open up again, or for a twisted to take her away like it did with you? "soon....soon we will walk the same path like we use to, my show star."

SHELLY

"They....what?"

.She's absolutely devistated when she found out, one of the only people to actually see her and not forget about her was gone. .She loses all her spark that she use to have, and just stays in her room. She can't bear the thought of looking at your room anymore, it only fuels her with fake hope and sadness. .Vee and the others tried to get her to open up about her feelings so she doesn't lock them away but it's already to late -- the only thing she allows herself was one of your plushies that use to be sold in the gift store. .She's cried herself to sleep every night, and usually doesn't talk to anyone, not even pebble or Astro. Astro has tried talking to her about her dreams of you -- and she's tried to tell him but she can never get past a few sobs, and the one time she did she almost threw up. .She blames herself for not being able to help you, but even if she wanted to she wasn't as great as the others -- nor did she have any special abilitys to help you. Leading to a deeper and darker pit of self hatred and pain. .She hasn't even bothered to go out on runs anymore, if she wasn't there to save you, and she can't save anyone with how weak and useless she is, than whats the point of going anywhere any more?

SPROUT

"COSMO, COSMO LET ME GO THEY- THEY ARE STILL OUT THERE! please..."

.He could see you out there, you were running as fast as you could -- but than one of the twisteds rounded the corner and go you -- and he saw it all happen. .When the elevator closed all he could do was go limp as cosmo brought him down to the ground and talked to him? He couldn't hear -- he couldn't see through the tears that he couldn't feel, he couldn't do anything...he didn't feel...there. .Once they arrived at the safe space he just let cosmo bring him to the medic -- he couldn't hear what anyone was saying, all he could do was remember you running, you turning the corner and you dying. .If only he fought cosmo harder, if only he was able to run out there to you, he wouldn't even care if he died because he would of died with you -- you wouldn't of been alone while dying. But that wasn't the case. .Were you calling out to him? Where you calling out to anyone? Did you try to fight or did you accept your death? Oh god he hopes you didn't do either...accepting your death and accepting that no one, not even him could save you -- or fighting until your last moment and hoping someone could come save you, hoping that he would come save you. .He doesn't know what's worse. .His personality took a whole 180 after your death, he usually stayed in your room rather than his own, hugging your pillow and pretending it was you, and that you were still alive with him -- even though he knows the truth .He doesn't have dreams, he's only haunted by nightmares of you dying over and over again -- he has seen the concerned looks Astro gives him whenever he leaves your room, but neither has talked about it .He has a grudge to everyone that was in that run, he not only blames himself but he blames the people that didn't try helping you, he blames cosmo for holding him back, he blames goob for not pulling you in even though you were behind a wall, and most importantly he blames himself for every reason and above. .The others usually hear Sprout talking to himself, crying to himself and so on -- they have noticed sprout not talking to anyone anymore, not even cosmo, and how he usually keeps himself locked away in your room. "I'm going on this run" "No you are not." "Why not." "Cause I don't trust you in this state to take care of yourself."

PEBBLE

"Pebble...they...they aren't coming back"

.Poor thing didn't know how to react, hearing that his favourite caretaker had died, that they weren't coming back to play fetch him with anymore, to sneak treats to him, to cuddle with him after a long day of playing, and how those moments were never going to happen again was heart breaking. .Every toon tried to help Pebble, trying to play with him, giving him treats and everything you use to do with him -- but nothing worked, he always had his tail low and never went on runs anymore, all he did was stay in his caretakers room with tears in his eyes. .Late at night the toons would either hear happy barking, or small whines -- this indicated whether pebble was having a nice dream about his caretaker, or a nightmare. .Even thought he can't talk to any of the toons, it's clear as day the poor thing blames himself for your death. He's usually the distracter yet he wasn't allowed on that run due to hurting his leg previously. "It's okay buddy! When I get back we can sneak some of cosmo and sprouts treats okay?" .Oh how he was waiting so patiently at the elevator door, tail wagging as he watched it ascend only to let out a confuse whine when he didn't see you there -- only to be told that you weren't coming back.. .Pebble has developed a habit of snarling at the toons, even going as far as full on aggressively barking whenever one of them went close to your room .The worst incident was when one of the toons tried to take your stuff out of your room -- it was almost like pebble went full guard dog mode as he harshly bit the poor toons arm, only getting off when their screams alerted the other toons who took him off their arm. When that happened everyone knew not to touch your stuff .Your death must of hurt him so much, enough to cause him to go feral at the even mention of your stuff being taken out of your room.

DANDY

"No...no no no no!"

.This wasn't mean't to happen, you were just talking to him when he came up with his shop -- he sold you med kits and everything....he wanted to deny it so bad but he can't. He watched it happen on his cameras, he watched you die and he couldn't do anything about it. .The moment the elevator left he ran, he ran as fast as he could towards you...maybe just maybe if he made it there in time you would be okay, right? .When he got there he tried to find a pulse or something, from your neck to your wrists to your heart -- he even tried to convince himself that you were breathing still, that your chest was going up and down -- even with how blurry his vision was and how hard his crys were, he wasn't going to leave you. "My flower, shh it's okay my flower, you will be okay I promise -- this is just...just a hiccup okay? I will make everything alright...come on, let's, let's go back home okay?" .You were so limp, he could feel the ichor where the wound was, but he didn't think about it, no. It's because you were....going to be fine, everything will turn out okay in the end and you will wake up and it will be fine. .He bandaged your wound and placed you in his bed, well 'our' bed as he likes to call it, he spoke to you while looking around for papers, papers to help you come back to him -- to help you out of this small hiccup. .And every night he would go back to the bed, get under the covers and fall asleep up against your chest, pretending he could hear your breathing as he smiled and said goodnight even if he cried himself to sleep, knowing deep down that you will never respond again. .If you were human you would of started rotting at this point, but you weren't and you wouldn't -- meaning he can play this game of pretend for the rest of his life, until he finds a way to bring you back to life. .At first Dandy still went in the elevator, still sold things to the others until he just, stopped. He stopping coming up, he stopped giving cards -- and the only reason is because he just couldn't care anymore, he had more important stuff to do -- like finding a 'cure' for you and spending time with you! And if you aren't out there anymore whats the reason to be handing out stuff anymore? "My flower! I'm back!" ...... "I missed you too! Don't worry I'll be there shortly, just need to put these papers somewhere safe" ...... "I will bring you back...I promise my flower."

[schemmentisimpasours]

The Protectors

Summary: Ava and Mel step in to protect you from your mother in different ways.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic family relationships, hospital setting momentarily, word dyke used in poor context, cagna (bitch in Italian), stitches, physical violence, poly relationship[Use of nicknames such as sweet girl, baby girl, princess, angel, babe] Soft! Ava, Protector! Mel Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Melissa x Reader, Ava x Reader, Avamel x Reader, Avamel

Thanks for the encouragement to write this @milfjuulpod and @panerasbox

Masterlist

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You knew the walls of the hospital better than your own home at this point. You had spent your childhood here- learned to read here, cried here, became smaller chipping away at yourself until you were more manageable. Something that didn’t have to be dealt with because there were already so many other problems to deal with. Your own needs were buried so deep down that you weren’t sure you had any. Not really. You were merely a pawn in the game between life and death. 

That had been what you thought before you had met them. Now you understand what it means to stand up for yourself. Especially to protect the ones you love. You walked into the room knowing you should wait but it was simpler to do it this way. By yourself, where the words only had to cut you instead of those you loved.

“Hi mom,” You said barely above a whisper.

She was stretched out on the hospital bed tv remote in hand scrolling through the channels, “About time you got here and alone for once.”

You bristled at the jab but tried to remain calm, “What did the doctor say?”

“Just that I am dying. Like I have been for years and no one seems to care to make me feel any better,” She shrugged not even looking at you.

“They have been trying Mom. They have ran every test in the book and you have done multiple second opinions..”

“So you are saying that I am crazy then?” Your mother hollered at you and you instantly flinched, “That I am just some looney toon making it all up in her head.”

“I never said that,” You replied even though it was a thought that had been lingering in your mind for years. 

“You have always been a terrible liar,” She scoffed, “I swear to god they have been poisoning you. Turning you against me.”

“Who are  the they you are referring to?” You questioned because honestly it could have been anyone at this point. 

“Those women you drag with you everywhere.” “Oh my girlfriends. You know their names. I have been dating them for almost two years now.”

“Well whatever you want to call them. You used to be so obedient before they came around. Now you are full of snide comments and sassy looks. That is not the daughter I raised. A dyke who can’t decide between two women. A disgrace.”

You laughed bitterly, “You didn’t raise me. This hospital did. You were always making yourself sick so you could be here instead of out in the real world actually being a mother. You never wanted me in the first place. I ruined your good looks, career, and marriage. Isn't that what you used to tell me?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that little girl,” She yelled anger making her face beet red.

“It’s all fake mom. You make yourself sick so people will pay attention to you. You narcissistic bitch.”

You felt it hit before you even realized what was happening. The flower pot shattered against you a large slash going down your cheek. You immediately used your hand to cover the gash blood already running through your fingers. 

“Go to hell,” Your mother said through gritted teeth.

“Save me a fucking seat.”

You rushed out of the room, tears already streaming down your face mixing with the blood from your cheek. You burst through the doors of the hospital as your breath began to quicken and your body began to shake. You sank down against the outside wall until you hit the ground with a thud. Knees curling into your chest, you placed your head down and let the panic attack take control. Nails dug into your biceps as you clutched yourself as tightly as you could. You rocked back and forth your back hitting the wall, propelling you back forward. You didn’t know how much time had passed before you heard them. 

“I think that is her right there Red,” Ava pointed out an anxious undertone in her voice, “I thought you told her to wait for us before she went in.” “Yeah well, you know how her mom can be. She probably thought she was protecting us by going in alone,” Melissa hissed, the anger evident in her voice, “Looks like we are at stage five disaster already.”

They dropped on either side of you, and the smell of your girlfriends filling your nose. Stale cigarettes and vanilla screamed Melissa. Ava was a mixture of expensive flowery perfume and a touch of whiskey. Together they made a perfect balance of hard and soft that already eased your broken nerves. You were so far in your panic however that no words came out as they blocked you from the outside world.

“Angel, we are here now. We got you,” Melissa whispered, slotting her thigh behind you so that you couldn’t hit the wall anymore.

Ava laid her hands over yours, her thumbs running across the back of your palms, “Come on, sweet girl. Open up a little so we can breathe together.”

You tried to uncurl your fingers, but when it didn’t work, you merely shook your head and tried to rock again. You could feel the blood still running down your cheek seeping into your jeans.  Melissa picked you up as if you were lighter than a feather placing you between her legs. Ava sat on the other side of you, wrapping her legs around Melissa to create a cocoon for you to hide in.

They held you like this for awhile. Ava’s head resting against your arms and Melissa’s against your back. With them protecting you like this you felt that you could conquer anything. They didn’t push you to open up, allowing you to uncurl in your own time. However, when you finally glanced up at Ava her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear. 

“Baby girl you are bleeding, a lot.”

“What do you mean she is bleeding?” Melissa asked tipping you back just slightly. 

At the sight of the blood still dribbling from your face a dark fire filled her normal green eyes. You had seen this side of Melissa before but only once. It had been right before she had flipped out hitting a man who had been attempting to flirt with  you and Ava. She had lifted up the nearest chair slamming it down on his back when he didn’t get the hint that both of you weren’t interested. It had knocked him against the bar head hitting the top before he crumpled to the floor. That had been jealousy. This look on your girlfriend’s face was one of protective rage and somehow that seemed ten times scarier.

“This has gotten out of hand. Imma go give that filthy cagna a piece of my mind,” Melissa roared rising to her feet, “Take Y/N in to get that cut looked at. This won’t take long.”

“Red,” Ava said grabbing Melissa’s hand, “Make her fucking regret it.”

Melissa’s face turned into a wicked grin as she stalked back into the hospital. Ava placed a gentle hand on your uninjured cheek. She rubbed her thumb across it gently and you leaned into the contact.  Pressing forward she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I am so sorry this happened to you baby girl,” She whispered and you could see the tears threatening to form.

 Melissa was always the one to fight for the both of you. Her rage pouring over into a bear type protectiveness. Ava was the other side. A mask of hard armor but soft on the inside. The first to cry when the ones she loved got hurt.  They balanced each other out in the simplest of ways and it made your heart swell.

“I am sorry I went in without you,” You mumbled filled with guilt.

“No baby girl, this isn’t on you. None of this is your fault,” Ava promised, “Now come on let’s get you checked out.”

Fifteen minutes later you were on a gurney getting stitches with Ava holding your hand. Quiet tears were falling down her face for every time you flinched in pain. As the last stitch was being put in Melissa came sauntering over a security guard following close behind her. 

“See I told you Danny boy. My girls are right here. As soon as they patch up my Angel I'll leave,” She said wrapping a protective arm around Ava before kissing the top of her head.

“Okay but you have to leave immediately after Schemmenti. I'm only letting this slide cause that woman has been terrorizing the whole floor for weeks,” He relented.

Melissa promised she would and then turned back to you, “Always good to have friends in high places. How you feel Angel?”

“Better now that you both are here,” You said and flinched when you went to smile.

Melissa wiped away the tears from Ava’s face, “See princess she is okay. We got her.”

The doctor gave follow up instructions to Ava and Melissa who listened intently. Ava was scrawling notes on her phone. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a single thing. You left with Ava and Mel each holding your hand their bodies pressed close to your side. Sandwiched between them you felt safe and like the world wasn't going to crumble in.

“Princess can drive you home and I'll get some supplies for dinner. I'll make your favorite,” Melissa instructed and went to kiss your cheek but stopped, “Of course it is my cheek that is hurt. Guess I'll have to kiss you somewhere else instead.”

She placed a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, and finally your lips causing you to giggle. She pulled away just enough to send you a smile that melted your heart, “There she is.”

You blushed, “You know I can drive myself home right?”

“No you can’t,” Your girlfriends said in unison.

“Let us take care of you sweet girl,” Ava replied with no room for argument.

You relented and handed your keys to Ava. Melissa gave Ava a goodbye kiss promising to be home soon. Both of you watched until she disappeared around the corner before you navigated to your own car. Ava opened your door leaning to buckle you in before kissing your nose. During the entire car ride she gripped on your thigh. It was like she was trying to ground herself into you. Making sure you wouldn't disappear before her eyes.

“Babe,” You said as you pulled into the house you all shared, “I'm really okay, I promise.”

“She hurt you… physically harmed you. And we weren’t there to protect you,” Ava shook her head, “We promised we would always protect you.”

“You are protecting me,” You promised leaning over to kiss her, “With you and Melissa I will always be safe.”

Ava grinned, “Wanna dance it out?”

“With you? Always.”

Which is how Melissa found both of you when she returned arms full of groceries. The coffee table was pushed to the side allowing for a dance floor in the living room. Ava’s music spilling from the TV. Nothing was louder however then the laughter that came from you and Ava as you danced and jumped around in the clear space. She smiled at the scene before her heart so full with love that it felt lighter. 

“Red!” Ava smiled, “Put down those groceries and come dance.”

She didn't even go to the kitchen just dropped all the bags onto the couch before taking your extended hand. You pulled her close to you Ava cirling around behind you. And pressed close between them you knew that you would be okay. No matter the day. Or situation you had the loves of your life. Hard and soft. Yin and yang. Ava and Melissa.To protect and cherish you.

[4rticbolt]

Enclosed |Master-list|

Straw Hat x !GNReader, platonic, can be interpreted as romantic, comfort fic, angst, fluff, crack, straw hat shenanigans, the crew is very protective of you

Summary: Experiencing a vivid panic attack, you clumsily avoid the crew.

A/N: This is the re-made version of Anxiety, and I cannot BELIEVE how much my writing has changed since the original. Also, there's no Jinbei in here—I apologize, I'm not that far yet 💔

Around 3.2k

Warning! Anxiety/Panic Attacks written in detail + Orthostatic Hypotension.

•-•-•—•-•-••-•-•—•-•—•-•

Mindlessly walking the deck of the Thousand Sunny, you used the rail for balance. With blurred vision, you helplessly caught your breath, gripping the rail like a lifeline as it cut edges into your palm.

Blood didn’t draw, but it pooled at your feet as you sluggishly walked down the stairs.

The moon hung high, and it was nearing 11:00 as the crew kept to themselves and their duties, relaxing in the galley or their designated spots.

The Sunny traveled at night, meaning everyone had to be alert. Shifts were taken and naps were often, though you were left to your senses.

Feeling everything—but nothing at once.

Your nervous system couldn’t tell the difference between being held at gunpoint to the peaceful company of your crew.

It could never make up its mind, and it left you cautious of those around you. Especially Zoro, who you avoided as he rested by the mast.

You carefully, as quietly as you could, stepped down the stairs, faintly making out his form through the dark. His arms were crossed over his lap, protecting his swords even in peace, soundly asleep.

Or so you thought.

Stepping down the last step, your breath hitched.

crk—

A sharp pain ran up your side, making you stagger to grab the rail, fighting yourself as you fought the raw ache in your chest.

You squeezed your shirt, temporarily kneeling, and you knew you had given yourself away. Quickly, you looked up to watch the swordsman—but it was too late.

Zoro didn’t move; he was as silent as a ghost, no longer snoring.

Fuck. Great—he’s awake.

Embarrassed, you fled inside, unaware of the eye that cracked open to watch you. The door swiftly shut, and Zoro sighed, leaning up, muttering something soft under his breath. “Idiot . . .”

You hurried down the hall, passing the kitchen as you ignored soft-talk; limbs burning in protest, with a hand muffling your breath, but you pushed on.

You couldn’t let them see you like this. It wasn’t fair. They hadn’t done anything—it was just you.

It was your problem.

“Your tea, Robin.” Sanji swooned, probably spinning around the table by now. “Ah, thank you,” she smiled, taking the cup. “Hey, where’s my tea?” Usopp grumbled, tinkering with his gadget

“You’ll get in a second.” Sanji replied, then casually, “Chopper, yours.” “Hey—rude! I’m right here, you know!”

You held the wall, slowing down, keeping quiet. But it was damn near impossible to.

“Sanji, I’m hungry!” “I just made you something!” “And since when has that ever worked? He’s an endless pit, bro.”

Suddenly, your hand grazed a painting, and you froze.

“Sooo... about that meat, Sanji?” “Get out of my kitchen!”

“Shh—wait,” Chopper muttered, “did you guys hear that?”

“Hear what?”

With your heart racing, you slipped into the infirmary, going unnoticed. Footsteps came from the galley, and you knew you had to act fast. Tears covered your vision, though a shortcut to the aquarium bar sparked your movement.

You shifted to the hall, exiting from Chopper’s side door—but a familiar hum filled the corridor. Flinching back, you realized it was Brook.

Shit. Shit—Shit.

Impulsively, you left in the opposite direction with your back facing the skeleton. Your shoulders were hunched, and you quietly cried into the palm of your hand.

“Oh, ____! I thought I heard you!” Brook piped, then paused, watching you stumble into the tank room. “Oh, there they go—“

Crashing into the couch, you gasped for air, holding your chest. Dammnit. You couldn’t do this. Too much.

Way, too much.

You loved them with all your heart, and every single of your being—but fuck. There was too much action. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you could barely breathe.

A struggled noise escaped you, and you curled into the couch’s armrest. Your limbs ached, tingling as they grew weak, and you muffled a sob, sharply drawing in.

The quiet surrounded you, suffocating you only for a moment, before you realized the room’s lights were on.

Someone else was in here.

“____?” Nami asked, peeking over the couch. “Oh my god, hey,” she worriedly came to meet you, but you’d already bolted up.

“I’m okay,” you rasped, using the wall for leverage. “I’m fine,” you repeated, wiping your eyes.

“Hey—hey, wait,” only getting so far, voices sounded from the door you reached.

You flinched, stepping back—bumping into Nami—you were lost. You didn’t know what to do.

“I knew I heard someone, I figured it was—“

Someone touched your shoulder, and you flinched, covering your ears. You searched for an exit, looking through tears, but there was nothing.

There was so much happening at once.

“___, hey—hold on.”

Voices. Muffled voices, in blurs shapes—you could barely make out what was in front of you. You stepped back, bumping into something, and you couldn’t tell what happened after that.

Your eyes shut.

“Yohoho, there you are!” “I told you they were in here!” “No, you didn’t, you said they were—“

“Oh—You guys, hold on—“

“Stop talking!”

For a moment, you looked for some way out, and a peaceful, single storage closet called to you. You didn’t even hesitate. You bolted.

The door slammed shut, and you crashed into whatever was inside.

Silence shrouded, and objects poked at you. Your head felt like it was going to explode.

With your heart pounding and anxiety raging, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t feel. Only the burning of your nerves, to the shaking in your limbs, was overwhelming.

In the dark, static blurred with reality, and tears covered them all. You felt like it was the end of the world, with everything folding in on you at once.

•~•~•~•

Outside the closet, a room of confused and worried crew members stood still.

“Shh!” Nami hushed, silencing the group. “Be quiet.”

“Sorry!” Chopper whispered, covering his mouth, side-kicking Usopp, who winced.

“Are they okay?” Luffy asked.

“What do you think?” Sanji spoke, physically tensing as the cyborg strolled in. “Yoh! What’s the big—“ A giant hand slapped over Franky’s face, and he nodded, immediately getting the memo.

Robin’s hand disappeared, flurrying into petals, and Zoro silently followed in.

Everyone shared a look, checking the closet, and an understanding passed through. The moment seemed to slow.

Luffy slipped by Nami, sitting beside the door to listen to your panicked breaths. His hat covered his face, and his fist clenched over his knee.

You’d think he was angry, but right now? It was the complete opposite. He was torn.

Another moment passed before Sanji spoke quietly. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Nami muttered, “They burst in here, trying to be alone, I think I scared them.” A hand rubbed over her chest, and her eyes softened.

“She was already startled,” Robin murmured, taking a seat on the couch. “I believe it’s a panic attack.”

“Yeah,” Chopper mumbled, lowering himself beside her. The doctor looked to the closet, wishing he were in there with you.

It wasn’t fair that you were alone.

“I wish I’d noticed sooner,” he added quietly,

“You couldn’t have done anything,” Zoro said, leaning against a table, “they were hiding. I saw them sneaking around the deck.”

“Sneaking?” Brook blurted, a little too loudly. The skeleton quickly covered his mouth, ducking to avoid Robin’s hand that sprouted from the wall. He placed a bony hand over his heart, thinking back to earlier, when you’d avoided him.

Realization set in, and he sighed.

“Oh—____, no one deserves to be alone when experiencing something so hard.”

Sanji hummed, his expression growing grim. He leaned against the wall, opposite of Zoro, bringing a cigarette to his lips.

No. No one did. Especially you.

“They were fine earlier,” Usopp whispered, pausing. He looked at his hands, closing them into fists. “I swear, I saw them not even 30 minutes ago, they helped me find a piece for something.”

“They come on fast,” Chopper responded, sniffling. He rubbed his nose, leaning against Robin. “It’s hard to control them when they do, I just... I don’t think they wanted us to see them like this.”

“They avoided me like the plague.” Zoro tsked, crossing his arms. “It’s probably a lot more than that.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Luffy said firmly,

“They’re a part of this crew—they’re ours. They don’t get to go through this alone, not when we’re here.”

A gentle pause, and the heavy breathing finally stopped. Everyone listened, but only to silence. Nami let out a breath, looking at Robin.

Already acting, the archeologist crossed her arms, muttering a soft; Un Fluer,” and a single hand sprouted from inside the closet.

It gently reached your leg, grounding you with single taps.

You sniffled, blinking through tears, and you hesitated. Through the dark, you saw her hand, and you didn’t know why you froze. Your throat tightened, as if this simple gesture were a grand speech.

Outside, Robin was determined. Her eyes had a focused gentleness to them, and she wouldn’t let this go. She closed her eyes, making her hand reach yours.

It was the gentlest push, but it was needed, and your hand squeezed hers, signaling you were okay.

Robin smiled, reciprocating the gesture. “They’re coming out of it, just give them some time.”

“Fine by me,” Zoro grumbles, taking a seat. “I’ll sit here all night if I have to.”

“For once, I agree with you,” Sanji sighed, blowing out his cigarette. He leaned against the tank, quietly watching the reflection of the glass.

“Uh-huh,” Franky agreed, “we’re super patient, kiddo, take all the time you need.” he plopped down, creating a loud thump, and Nami shook her head at Usopp.

They shared a look, checking the closet.

Clunk

Something fell from inside, as if you were moving, and the crew acted casual. They lounged, creating a soft tension that left it easy to breathe. They made sure not to make you feel small or crowded, even if they were secretly watching.

Another object fell, thumping softly, and a weak “ow” echoed.

Usopp cracked a smile, and so did Luffy. The captain leaned on his left knee, peeking at the door that cracked weakly open.

“Shishi, there you are.” he smiled, “We were worried about‘cha.”

You wiped your eyes, managing a smile, though it wasn’t convincing. It was weak, just a tip of the lips, but it was there.

Papers littered where you sat, with bent boxes and random trinkets—you slowly stretched your legs, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, sorry about the shelves.” You mumbled, looking behind you.

“It’s fine,” Robin assured, as calm as ever. “We didn’t need it anyway. It was just free storage.”

“Yeah,” Franky mentioned, “I was gonna turn that into room space, but you just did the demolition for me.” he laughed, eliciting a few smiles throughout the room.

“I’m just glad you’re not hurt! I heard the crash from upstairs.”

“As did I, you startled us ___.” Brook started, crossing his legs. “Yohoho—it looked rather painful, seeing you so lost.”

“Yeah, it was, I’m sorry you have to go through that.” Usopp said, rubbing the back of his neck, “You don’t have to hide that, though.

“You know we’re here.”

“Mm,” Sanji agreed, “We’re everywhere, whenever you need. Always.”

You nodded, looking at your feet. “Thank you, that... means a lot.”

“I’m sure it does,” Nami hugged her sides, checking the clock. Not out of urgency, but as a reminder. That you, right here, right now—we’re struggling.

12:05am…

This late. And you still tried to hide it.

She was frustrated—not at you, but herself. She’d been the one to startle you further, and that guilt lingered.

Nami—just like everyone else thought, knew this wasn’t fair. Because you were safe: with them, not with whoever made you feel the need to act this way.

To hide, bury your feelings—tune it out till it all boils over, leaving you overwhelmed. Bittersweetly, she smiled.

You reminded her a lot of herself.

“And you’re welcome, but you shouldn’t feel the need to thank us.” “It’s not out of obligation,” she added.

“It never is.”

“We want to be there for you, even if you think something like this is ‘small,’ it’s not. Everything matters, and if you already know it, I, and everyone else, are going to remind you, over and over again—you matter.” Nami walked forward, standing close.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, just tell us. Tell someone. You don’t deserve to suffer alone.”

Luffy stretched, internally relieved—because in his own words, he would’ve said the same thing.

Just . . . Not as Nami-ish.

However, he still had something on his mind, and it was killing his patience to ask you. Luffy nudged your foot with his own, bumping it again as if he were thinking.

“Is that why you hide?” he asked, casually.

“'Cause you're scared?”

Pulling a leg close, you shrugged, knocking his foot back.

“Sometimes,” you admit. “Sometimes it’s like that, when I don’t know what you’ll say, or how you’ll react. Or, I just don’t really know. It just... happens, and I freeze up. I can’t think, and I can’t talk, and I don’t know what to do with myself other than hide.”

A short pause.

“It feels safer that way.”

Luffy hummed, bumping your foot again.

“It shouldn’t,” he muttered, almost grumbling. “We’re just as safe as some stupid storage closet. And you shouldn’t worry about that, we’d never hurt you.”

Weakly, you nodded. You couldn’t stop your tears, but you didn’t know if you wanted to. You hadn’t let yourself cry like this in a long time, not with people who cared for you now.

“I know you’re safer than some storage closet, Luffy.” You chuckled, sniffling. “It’s not that I think you’re not, it just... It’s different.”

“I know it is,” he shifted forward, placing his straw hat on your head. “Just come to one of us next time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. Nami rubbed your shoulder, and Luffy slowly stood up.

He offered you his hand, as a choice, and you took it. With little warning, he pulled you up, and almost instantly, dizziness washed over you.

You didn’t have enough time to even think.

“Oh—Luffy, be careful—“ Chopper warned. But it was too late.

Static spread up your body, crawling into your vision—and as stable as you came, it suddenly disappeared. You went limp, ears blaring as both knees gave out underneath you.

“Oi—____!” Luffy quickly caught you, eyes wide as he held you to his chest. In a matter of seconds, the room erupted.

“Idiot! You can’t just pull them up that fast! Their body needs to readjust!”

“Readjust? What does that mean?!”

“He means acclimatize, Luffy,” Robin sighed, watching your head loll gently against his shoulder. Her eyes softened, “They just can’t seem to get a break, they?”

“No, apparently they cannot,” Usopp sighed, his head dropping.

“So what—they just passed out?” Zoro ignored, walking over. “Are they okay?”

“Yes, and no, I mean—technically?”

“Chopper.”

“It was a drop in blood pressure! Orthostatic Hypotension, they had a lot of things to contribute to it, anxiety, dehydration—standing up too fast,” Chopper listed, coming beside you.

“When that happens, their brain and heart don’t have enough blood or oxygen to properly function,” he finished, gently taking your vitals.

“I understood none of that.” Franky blurted.

“Exactly, that’s why I’m the doctor.” “Ok, lil’ bro.”

“They just passed out, they’re only unconscious,” he continued, pausing. Worriedly, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Oh, that’s not good, that’s really low.”

“Low? What’s low? Are they dying?!” Usopp panicked. “Yohoho, my heart can’t take this—“

“No, you idiots! They aren’t dying, quit it!” Nami snapped.

“They just passed out, like Chopper said. Just give it a second.” Robin assured.

“Yeah, well, I hate waiting,” Franky muttered, standing above Luffy. With his hands on his hips, he watched you protectively, just like the crew did.

If he ever found out who’d done you harm, to this extent? Bringing your anxiety to an all-time high? They wouldn’t walk another painless day. If at all.

“Sanji, can you get them some water? They’ll need something light to eat too, for when they wake up.” “Already on it.”

•~•~•~•

Blearily, you stirred to panicked voices.

Luffy’s hat had tipped to the side, shielding your vision, while Chopper tracked your pulse, and Zoro broodingly hovered . . .

You wondered how long you’d been out, but you’d been too tired to move—or signal that you were alive.

“God, there you are.” Sanji sighed, placing a hand to his heart. “You’re just all over the place.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Chopper muttered, “How are you feeling?”

You blinked, slowly, very slowly—almost grogily. “Did I j’s pass out?”

“Yeah, you did.” Nami deadpanned, gently adjusting Luffy’s hat. She looked at the captain, glaring. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t,” Luffy chuckled, “sorry, ____.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, shakily leaning up. Your balance didn’t last, and Luffy let you rest against him. “Ugh, I think I got hit by a ship.”

“No, you got hit by a Luffy.” Usopp corrected, letting Sanji slip by with some water. “Here, this’ll make you feel better. There are some electrolytes in there, so it’s sweet.” He soothed.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Luffy grumbled, but Franky was quick to interrupt. “Oh, it was that bad. They folded like a chair.”

“I did not.” You mumbled, though it was completely ignored.

“How was I supposed to know they’d do that?” Luffy huffed, his arms tightening around you.

“Yohoho, because.” Brook shrugged. “Because—?”

“Ok, on a serious note!” Chopper finished, bringing their attention back to you. “Your blood pressure is low, you’re dehydrated, and you need rest. So don’t even think about doing anything strenuous.”

You nodded, but went to say something—

“And no. I’m not sure about training tomorrow, we’ll see how you feel.” “Seriously?”

“You just passed out, moron.” Zoro’s eye twitched. “Give yourself a break.”

“You’re one to talk.” “Oi—watch it.”

“They’ve got a point, Zoro, I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Chopper chase you around.” Usopp plopped a seat beside you.

“Haha—remember when he bandaged him to the mast?”

Here we go . . .

“Don’t turn this on me!”

Leaning against Luffy’s side, you listened to the crew’s banter, relaxing. Everyone had made themselves a comfortable spot, lingering close, and your eyes began to droop.

“It was a good waste of bandages, I’d do it again.” Chopper proudly smiled, crossing his arms as he finally let your wrist go. “Shishi—he looked like Sanji’s pork wraps!”

“I did not!” Zoro blushed, scoffing as he turned away. “I’m leaving you to drown next time you fall overboard.”

“No, you won’t!” “Oh, yes, the hell I will!”

Luffy’s hat fell in your lap, and slowly... your eyes closed. The light-hearted arguing acted as a white noise, and as insane as it sounded, the loudness was comforting.

Yet again, everyone’s voices blurred, but this time it was by sleep, not by the torment of your anxiety. Your body, for once, relaxed, and almost instantly, you were at peace.

In the arms of your captain, and the company of your crew, you could finally rest. It would be okay, and in a matter of no-time, your energy would return.

It wasn't everlasting, only temporarily in the depths of your episode, and you had to remember that. It would pass. And I would be okay.

•~•~•~•

[wayiiseetheworld]

Espresso

{ Chapter Three - The Finale }

Summary: Robby's normal shift ends with Abbot's wife in the ER.

Warnings: Jack Abbot x OC!Wife. Established relationship. Age gap marriage. Medical inaccuracies.

Word Count: 2,175

Author Note: I am obsessed with Abbot, Robby, and The Pitt. Slowly going to post my stories from A03 on here. Rewatching ER and Animal Kingdom because of this show. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it ! || Not my gif.

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64238392/chapters/164875135

Prev

Jack sat in the sterile waiting room, the cold plastic chair pressing uncomfortably against his back as his thoughts spiraled into a whirlpool of fear and anxiety.

He was alone now, with Dana just outside the door, occupied on the phone. The hum of the fluorescent lights above faded into a dull roar, isolating him within his own mind. He replayed Dana’s words over and over, each phrase striking his heart like a relentless drumbeat: ‘Aila was hurt.’  His heart beats a bit faster. ‘Internal bleeding.’  He struggles to take a deep breath. ‘Surgery.’ 

Gripping the edge of the chair tightly, his knuckles whitening, he struggled against the rising tide of panic that threatened to consume him.

What if she didn’t make it off the table? That thought coursed through him like ice, paralyzing him with its sheer brutality. The mere idea of a world without Aila—a world devoid of her laughter echoing through their home, where her warmth and kindness were extinguished forever—felt unbearable. The dark shadows in his mind clawed at his resolve, whispering vicious scenarios that left him breathless with dread.

Years of working in the hospital had made him resilient to suffering; he had delivered heartbreaking news to families and watched them crumble under their grief. But facing that reality himself felt insurmountable. His heart raced at the thought of Aila’s frightened eyes, her body on the operating table, fighting for her life. The weight of desperation pressed down on him for any news of his wife, suffocating him with the realization that he could never return to a time when she was simply safe and sound. 

Every worst fear flooded his mind, and he found it impossible to shake them off.

“Stay strong for Aila,” Dana's words echoed in his head, but they felt inadequate against the overwhelming reality of the situation. He couldn’t just sit and wait. He had to do something—anything—to be closer to her, to fight alongside her in whatever battle lay ahead.

Jack pushed himself up from the chair, an urgent need driving him to escape the room that felt like it was closing in on him. He struggled to shake off the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that gripped him, forcing himself to stay resolute. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted as Robby opened the door, calling out his name. As Jack moved to Robby, meeting him at the door, he caught sight of Dana watching from across the hallway at the nurses' station.

He took a breath, though he didn’t notice his body was trembling.

"She's okay. She's okay, Jack," Robby repeated, feeling the need to ensure Abbot heard him clearly. "They’re bringing her to recovery right now." Jack let out a sigh of relief at Robby's reassuring words. Without thinking, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Robby, craving the kind of comfort he would usually seek from Aila. Robby didn't hesitate to embrace him back, offering warmth and strength in return. As the weight of the past two hours began to lift from Jack's shoulders, he allowed the tears he had held in to finally stream down his face. Robby held him firmly, grateful that Dana was outside the room, making sure no one interrupted their moment. For Jack, the embrace grounded him, bringing him back to the present moment and away from the dark spiral of uncertainty that had consumed him. 

Robby pulled back slightly to look into Jack’s eyes, concern etched on his face. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. Jack shook his head, feeling that words might betray the raw emotion swirling inside him. 

“I just… I need to see her,” he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion. “I have to know she’s okay with my own eyes, even if I trust what you’re telling me…”

Robby nodded, fully understanding. “I get it.” 

++++ ++++ ++++ ++++ 

He clutched a hoodie in his hand—the one Robby had fetched from his truck—as he surveyed the private room that Aila had somehow been given. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. The rhythmic beeping of her monitor offered an unexpected sense of comfort, a reminder that she was still here, and it felt almost familiar, a reflection of the countless hours he had spent beside similar machines.

“Oh, Aila,” he breathed, exhaling a shaky sigh as he placed the hoodie on the chair and stepped closer to the bed. His heart sank at the sight of his wife’s face, bruised and mottled with black and blue marks; her right eye was swollen, and a cut marred her lip, her nose quickly broken. He took note of her broken left elbow and shattered left hand, the injuries stark and painful. Though the blanket concealed the stab wound on her stomach and the injuries to her leg, he felt a deep, unsettling ache in his chest at the thought of what she had endured and an anger of who could hurt her. He leans in, gently pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“You are quitting that job. You are not going back.” The words are a whisper.

He settled into the chair, leaning forward so he was able to lay his head on her bed and intertwining his fingers with hers, and whispered words of gratitude. It had been just under two hours since she had come out of surgery, and he knew she would be waking up any moment now.

He lost track of time of when he entered the room, letting his eyes close as he listened to the rhythmic beeping of the monitor. Suddenly, he felt her fingers stir against his hand, followed by a gentle cough that rumbled deep in her chest. His head snapped up at the sound of a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes flickered open, and he caught her whispering his name. “Jack?”

He quickly rose from his chair, positioning himself in her line of sight. “Hey, sunshine, it’s so good to see your eyes and hear your voice again,” he said softly. “I’m going to call your doctor now. Are you feeling any pain?”

“Home. I want to go home,” she cried, her voice filled with desperate longing and a hint of pain. She didn’t need to answer his question; he could see it in her eyes.

“I know, I know you do,” he replied, his voice trembling as he leaned forward to press the red button on the wall. “I’ll bring you home as soon as I can, okay?” She nodded slowly, and he noticed her eyes focusing intently on his mouth as he spoke. 

“Aila, sunshine, I love you.”

“Lo... love you, Griz,” she managed to say, her words coming out in a stumble just as the door to the hospital room opened.

As the doctor stepped into the room, he nodded in greeting. “Hey, Abbot,” he said before shifting his gaze to Aila. “Good to see you awake, Aila.” He moved to her bedside, positioning himself on the opposite side of his colleague. “How are you feeling?”

“She’s in pain,” he interjected, his voice firm yet filled with concern.

The doctor raised an eyebrow before turning his attention back to Aila. "I understand, Abbot. But you know the drill, I need to hear it from her. Aila, can you tell me where it hurts?"

Aila glanced over at him, her brow furrowing as she fought to concentrate. “Everywhere. I want to go home.”

Jack doesn’t look away from his wife, his hand now holding her good one. A way he thought he could sooth, squeezing her hand gently as a reminder that she was not alone. He knew it would be a day or two before she would be allowed to go home, and that Aila wouldn’t like it at all. 

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After they administered some medication following the second time she woke from a nightmare, Jack knew Aila would be out until mid-morning. He felt grateful for that; she needed restorative sleep, and he made a mental note to ask for a few Trazodone pills to take home with them, ensuring she could sleep through the night there.

At six-thirty AM, his phone lit up with a message from Robby. “If you’re free, I brought the two of you some things. Dana came early to sit with her, to give you a small break before our shifts start..”

Jack nodded, moving quietly to check on Aila, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving her while she slept. However, he reassured himself that it wouldn’t be long and hoped she wouldn’t wake while he was gone. He quickly typed a reply and pressed send before he could second-guess himself: “She’s sound asleep, but I would appreciate Dana sitting with her.”

Only moments later, he heard a knock on the door, instinctively knowing it was Dana. He opened it, allowing the older woman to pull him into a warm hug. She promised to call him if anything changed and then directed him to the staff room just a few feet down the hall, where Robby was waiting. 

Grateful, Jack thanked her again and took a deep breath, steadying himself before walking down the corridor. As he entered the staff room, the rich scent of coffee—no, espresso—greeted him. He spotted an extra-large cup placed beside a bag, the aroma wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. “Please tell me that’s for me,” Jack nearly pleaded, trying to mask his longing as he locked eyes with Robby. He couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope as Robby let out a hearty laugh and handed him the cup.

“I figured you didn’t sleep much and would need it,” Robby said with a knowing smile. “It’s from your favorite place. I also got you a breakfast sandwich; I thought you could use something to eat.”

Jack sighed, rolling his eyes slightly, fully aware that his friend was right. He hasn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday morning, and with everything going on, it didn't cross his mind that he was hungry. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it,” he replied, taking a grateful sip of the warm espresso, feeling the comforting warmth spread through him. He takes a seat at the table across from Robby. 

“I figured you’d be too caught up in all this to remember to take care of yourself,” Robby said, settling into his own chair and pulling out a sandwich from the bag. He slid one across the table to Jack before taking the second one out of the bag. He unwrapped it and took a big bite, his expression satisfied. It was rare when Robby remembered to feed himself before a shift, only doing so today to make sure Jake ate something. “How’s Aila doing?”

Jack leaned back in his chair, weariness etched across his face. “She’s still sleeping. She woke up a couple of times with nightmares, but the medication seems to be helping. Every time she woke up, she was in pain, but that is expected.” he explained. “I just wish she could wake up and feel okay.”

Robby nodded, his expression turning serious. “She will, Jake. It’s going to take time. Just be there for her when she needs you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied softly. “I need to talk to Gloria and see if I can find someone to cover my night shift, even though everyone really hates working nights. But if I ask, I am sure that Gloria will help me figure it out.” He took another sip of his coffee, feeling a sense of solace in Robby's presence. “I told her that even though Aila wasn't awake yet, I’d be there to help take care of her when she gets home.”

“I’ve already taken care of that,” Robby said, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “Justin is going to work a few of my day shifts, so I am able to cover your nights. It’s been a while since I’ve pulled a true night shift, and it’ll remind me why I prefer my days.” He attempted to lighten the mood with a joke. “What matters is you being there for Aila. We’re family, and we’ll figure this out together. You guys have people to lean on, so I hope you remember to do it.” He recalled the conversation he’d had with Aila weeks earlier during Pitt Fest. “And seriously, eat—trust me, it’ll help clear your head.”

With a soft chuckle, Jack finally unwrapped his breakfast sandwich, realizing just how hungry he really was. As he took a bite, the comforting flavors momentarily grounded him, reminding him that amidst the chaos, there were still small comforts to be found. 

“I used your key last night—sorry I didn’t ask before I did. I grabbed you a change of clothes, some sweats and that Army hoodie she loves. And if you need anything else, I can go back and get it.”

That was a small weight off his shoulders. He gave Robby a small smile as a thanks before leaning back in chair and closing his eyes.

[billspaid]

By the fire

“I know you’re flirting with me Frank.” Mel says, looking out at the small fire in front of them.

A few of them were gathered at Samira’s for a small July 4th Party, which also marked a year since Langdon returned to work.

She inadvertently kne that she'd been a small helping hand in his recovery and during those first few rocky months, she was a shoulder to lean on. Since then though, they'd become friends, best friends even. The kind of relationship that Mel never saw coming but loves just the same. He was probably the most important person in her life aside from Becca, but admitting that to herself felt terrifying in a monumental way.

Anyway, they had become each other's anchors over the past year, sharing every victory and every sorrow, every parenting

highlight and every breakdown. It's why when Mel realised he was flirting with her, *really* realised, she didn't have it in her heart to call him out on it, or stop him.

She's not really sure how long it had been going on, probably a lot longer than she realised, but over the last few months, it was becoming more and more clear that he was trying to get under her skin. And he was succeeding.

It started like it so often did, with small gestures, little quips about her attempts at cooking or leaning over her shoulder to take a look at a chart, especially when he really could just stand next to her. Getting on Becca's good side and teasing Mel with a smirk that would make her pulse race.

But then it got more intense and Mel would find herself giving in, actively engaging in it despite knowing that it probably isn't for the best. She would innocuously run her hand through his hair whilst they'd sit on his couch, watching lilo and stitch reruns with his kids - Mel's idea - and she would revel in it when he'd eventually reduce down to putty in her hands. He'd goad her into telling him about her old boyfriends, until she'd say something particularly racy leaving them both flustered. She'd ask him if he'd been with anyone since Abby, despite them both knowing the answer is no. She just wanted to hear him say it .

But as much as their flirting became more of a regular thing, the shared domesticity of their lives grew too. It helped that Becca loved spending time with his kids, helped that Tanner was completely enamoured with Mel, that Frank had become an emergency contact for Becca after Mel got stuck at a particularly bad shift.

What sealed it for Mel, what really got her to step back and re-evaluate it their relationship was what happened a week ago, when they had fallen asleep on his couch. They were on night shift, still adjusting to the time difference when a daycare reported a gas leak. They stayed 3 extra hours and collapsed on the couch before they could get another word in.

She's not sure when they woke up, but she could feel Frank's hand gently rubbing up and down her arm, coaxing her. "Mel. Mel Honey, come on, let's get to bed." And she did. She walked into his room, not bothering to peel her scrubs off as she climbed into his bed, dropping her head against the pillow. She distantly heard him do the same and felt a warm, comforting weight ground her as his arm slipped around her waist. He was snoring within the minute.

Mel would've been too, if the realisation that she's in Frank's bed for the first time didn't hit her like a train. They hadn't done anything like this before - never had any excuse to. And the actual sleeping together part aside, she was more shocked at how willingly she just followed him. Like the bed was theirs to share.

She eventually fell asleep, too tired to think about what it meant and since then, she has been avoiding him slightly. Until tonight.

When she insisted he come to the party. A little celebration for him too. So the 10, 11 of them squeezed into Samira's tiny square shaped backyard, if it could even legally constitute at such and watched the fireworks go off. Whitiker, always a man of surprise, lit a small fire whilst Donnie and Mateo tried their hand at a disposable bbq.

It was later in the evening, half had filtered out and Mel had stayed, well, because Langdon had. The fire was dwindling slightly and the few that were left were trying to figure out how to light the few stick of dynamites, courtesy of Santos.

They were on the other side of the garden, and Mel had spoken so quietly, so casually, it's no surprise Frank looks up, frowning in confusion as he mumbles, "What?"

"I know you're flirting with me" She repeats, shifting her eyes to get a quick glance at him.

He makes an odd face, like he's just been caught doing something that he himself isn't sure is right or wrong. Mel smiles gently, curling her arms around her knees as she looks out onto the fire.

"And I know you know I do it back. Have been, probably longer than I've realised."

Frank doesn't reply to her but she understands that. So much of his recovery has been laced with self-doubt, the fear of saying or doing the wrong thing . It makes her uneasy sometimes but in this case she expects it.

"I just," she pauses, pushing her glasses up on her face. "I'm not sure it's a great idea exploring that, right now.” As many times as she's practised this in the mirror, saying it in real time makes her feel queasy.

Makes her feel even worse when Frank replies hoarsely, "Okay." He sounds so unsure when he says it, like he strictly disagrees with his reply.

Mel turns to look at him. "I didn't say ever, Frank, I just said right now." She adds with a smile in her voice. He looks up at her, brows furrowed gently like he's trying to gauge her.

She angles her body towards him before looking over her shoulder, making sure the others aren't listening in.

Mel takes a deep breath. "I think I'm quite selfish because you're always going to be someone that I want. Need, more like."

Frank stares at Mel, frozen completely as if the slightest movement might scare her off. She's not so sure it won't.

"And I know we're going to fall into each other. I know that, I believe that." She continues, swallowing hard. "But I don't want to rush into this. You've only been divorced 6 months, You've barely moved into your new place."

Frank purses his lips in a way that makes Mel believe he understands her.

"And I think we've got some growing to do. I want your sobriety to depend on you, not me, not your kids, not your job. And I need to figure out how to have the things I want in a way that doesn't entirely overwhelm me."

Frank lets out a shaky breath.

"So I think we should give it some time." Mel says, biting the inside of her lips. "Cause I want this, Frank. I want you. But it's gotta last. It's gotta be it. I-I can't imagine doing *this* with anyone else." She shudders, chest heaving slightly.

Frank nods carefully.

Mel finally catches his gaze, flashing him a weak smile that he mirrors gently. A sudden bang pulls them away from their moment and Mel looks over her shoulder at the others. When she turns back, Frank is looking at her incredulously.

"Mel?" He says, quietly. So quietly.

"Hm?"

"When will we know it's the right time?"

Mel's face splits into a soft smile. "I'm not sure. I think we'll just know. It'll feel right, like we're just falling into it." She glances at him. "Against my better judgement, it will probably be sooner than later."

[urfavrib]

Thursday is here and i’m making everyone queer

It’s thursday enjoy my Queer OUaW HCs

and some coming out stories

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Kremy

Bigender/Genderfluid (He/She)

Demi romantic and sexual

GAY HES A GAY GATOR

Kremy never had to come out really, but he was always very obvious

the thing that surprised people was the demi

he used dates to get what he wanted or needed

never really liked anyone till Garou

really never loved anyone till Gideon

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Gideon

Bisexual

FtM (kinda verging on a variant of intersex except there’s magic and motivation behind it)

His dad wanted a son and even though he was born a daughter nothing like the magic of being the child of a genie

and it didn’t help gid hated dresses

no need to come out it just kinda happened

and the Genatics obviously just made him a guy

He didn’t need top surgery or hormones cause magic✨

He likes girls and Kremy and the king of hearts

that’s it :3

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Frost

He’s pan

and agender

never says it never comes out

it’s just kinda a given

uses all pronouns because why tf would they care?

definitely polyamorous and does it well

he manages time well and can focus well on his partners both one at a time and simultaneously

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Gricko

Trans Masc (he/they)

demiromantic

Asexual

had top surgery the second he could (it was totally botched but BANANYA!) he doesn’t have nips

he came out to the Krew in passing, like they were going swimming and Gid asked about his scars

“Oh these are my top surgery scars! They look awful cause the guy used a rusty knife”

the Krew had no idea how to process that and just moved on

he has a crush on Frosty but he’s way too busy being a dad(or fucking scarecrows)

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Torbek

He/Him

definitely questioning it tho

he’s very confused by the tones of labels

he likes anyone (bi with a masc lean)

He is interested in being a sex pest but he needs to know them (demi)

Frost is very very very appealing

Gricko is too

And so is Gid

And so is Kremy but in a very different way

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Twig

She’s straight (gasp)

she’s a she/they/it tho

The complexity of gender only gets more complicated when in the feywild

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Hootsie

She/Her

Doesn’t seem interested in anyone

She’s also too young to date per Gricko

She does seem to lean comfortably towards masculine expression but is very much a girl

She’s just Hootsie

[mysteriousxgirls]

Harmony exhaled slowly. The door was locked, the curtains drawn tight against the night. Steam still clung to her skin from the hot shower, a temporary comfort. She changed into her pajamas, each movement methodical, purposeful. She wasn’t naïve—she knew they were out there. She understood the way the gang operated far too well to believe this was over. But this was her space. Her sanctuary. Within these four walls, she had control. A handgun in the drawer, knives within reach, her taser tucked safely in her purse. If they came for her, she'd fight. She wasn’t about to be scared into submission. She wouldn’t crawl back under Nico’s thumb—or anyone else's. She deserved a life that was hers. One free of shadows, free of the gang, free of the man who dared to threaten her freedom.

Giving up had never been an option—but neither was storming the front lines. She couldn’t dismantle an empire on her own. Not yet. But one day... one day, she would make them pay. She would carve out justice with her own hands, and they would remember her name when their world began to burn. She didn’t regret loving Nico. Not even now. She’d given him her heart, welcomed him into her family. And though he’d never say it aloud, she knew—at least once—he had loved her back. Protected her, in his broken, twisted way. But that wasn’t enough. Not anymore. "Fuck," she muttered, dropping onto the couch, eyes fixed on the door. She wasn’t going to sleep. Not tonight. But her body betrayed her. Her eyes, red and heavy, began to close. She was exhausted—bone-deep tired. And eventually, despite everything, sleep pulled her under.

Azriel knew Harmony would circle. Runners always did. Fear made people cautious, but desperation made them predictable. She’d avoid main roads, double back—but eventually, she'd head somewhere familiar. Somewhere she thought he wouldn’t touch. One hand rested on the steering wheel of the matte black SUV idling down the street from her apartment block. The glow from his lighter briefly illuminated his face—sharp angles, unreadable. “Third floor, second window from the left,” one of his men reported through the comms. “Light just came on.” Azriel didn’t respond right away. He was watching. Thinking. Measuring. “Pull off.”

“But boss—”

“Let her.” His tone dropped, steel in his voice. “She needs to feel the silence before we break it.” He didn't want to grab her in the street—not yet. That was messy. Loud. Sloppy. No, she deserved better. A show of control. Of power.

Azriel tapped his fingers once against the steering wheel as Diego slipped into the passenger seat. Not angry—calculating. Harmony had stood in front of him like she’d already survived him. Like she knew what he was capable of and still spit in his face anyway. Threatened to go to Niko, no less. Like she wasn’t just challenging his authority—but testing the leash Azriel had been raised on. And worst of all? She'd done it in front of the men. That stuck deeper than a knife. Azriel had killed for less. But this… this wasn’t about blood. This was about understanding. What made her like this? What was she protecting that made her so reckless? He didn’t want to ruin her. Not yet. He’d get her ex to help with that. The car slipped into gear, easing down the dark street, headlights off. As they turned the corner, Diego let the silence sit for a second before tilting his head toward Azriel, smirking. “So you fucked her, yeah?” Azriel didn’t look at him. Didn’t blink. But the air shifted. He didn’t respond for a beat too long. Then, “That’s the story she told.” Diego laughed under his breath but turned his face toward the window, wisely letting it drop. Azriel's eyes stayed forward, jaw tight. He wasn’t thinking about fucking her. He was thinking about the fire in her eyes when she said don’t look at them again. The way she’d acted like he was the one who should be scared. And why, despite everything he’d done, she’d still looked at him like she had something he couldn’t touch.

[lyragrayson4ever]

The drawing (Lyra x Grayson)

Hawthorne Island in daylight was deceptive—bright, breezy, warm enough that you could almost forget the number of secrets buried beneath the trails. Almost.

Lyra Kane jammed her hands into her pockets and tilted her chin higher, walking just fast enough to make a point.

Behind her, Grayson Hawthorne was silently, steadily keeping pace, holding out his jacket.

“No,” she said, again.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re goosebumping.”

“I’m rebellious. It’s part of the brand.”

He didn’t flinch. “It’s windy. Just take the jacket.”

She glanced sideways at him. “Do I look like someone who lets a Hawthorne swaddle me?”

“You look like someone who’s going to get hypothermia out of spite.”

He stepped in front of her, held the jacket open like a damn offer she couldn’t refuse. She stopped walking. Stared at him. Crossed her arms.

“Do I get bonus points if I never take it?”

“No.”

“Negative points?”

“Maybe.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re really proud of this, huh?”

His lips curved slightly. “Unclear. Put it on and I’ll let you know.”

Lyra let out a dramatic groan, snatched it from his hands, and shoved her arms through the sleeves with theatrical reluctance.

“Congratulations,” she muttered. “You win.”

“I know.”

“And I hate it.”

“I know.”

The jacket was warm, annoyingly comfortable, and smelled like pinewood and storm clouds and Grayson’s stupid brand of control. She kept walking, hands slipping into the inside pockets—

Crinkle.

She froze.

“What is this?” she said slowly, fingers wrapping around folded paper.

Grayson, just a step behind her, froze too. “Lyra.”

She pulled it out and unfolded it before he could stop her.

Her breath caught. It was from one of the Grandest Game’s challenges—the drawing one. Told to sketch each other with no instructions beyond observe and render. Grayson had stared at her like he was seeing something he wasn’t ready to understand. Apparently, he’d kept it.

“You kept this,” she said, deadpan.

“I—”

“You kept this?”

He stepped forward, reaching for it. She danced back immediately, holding it above her head like a prize.

“Oh, this is good,” she said, smirking. “Brooding Hawthorne keeps a sketch of Lyra Kane in his jacket like some tragic romantic cliché—”

“I wasn’t—”

“Was it in there this whole time? Through breakfast and your tragic brooding on the balcony?”

He sighed. “Give it.”

“‘Cause this is sweet. Like, really sweet. Bordering on sappy, actually.”

“Lyra.”

“I mean,” she mused, inspecting it, “you got my nose right. My mouth’s a little generous though—were you being nice or just distracted?”

He lunged for it. She sidestepped, graceful and obnoxious. “Grayson Hawthorne, are you blushing?”

“I am not.”

“You so are.”

He stared at her like he was doing complex math to keep from tackling her into the grass. “You are insufferable.”

“You love it.”

“No comment.”

She finally stopped, folded the paper neatly, and slipped it back into the jacket’s pocket. He blinked.

“You’re not going to show anyone?”

“Of course not,” she said easily. “Where would the power be in that? This way, I know, you know, and I can hold it over you forever.”

Grayson opened his mouth to respond—but then a voice rang out up the trail.

“Oh no,” Lyra said.

Jameson Hawthorne appeared first, naturally, followed by Xander and Nash. The three of them were walking with absolutely no awareness of their volume or their effect on peaceful afternoons.

“Look who it is,” Jameson grinned, eyes locking on the two of them. “Gray trying to rob Lyra? Or vice versa?”

“She took something of mine,” Grayson muttered.

“It’s not stealing if it’s sweet,” Lyra chimed, innocently.

Jameson narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

Grayson gave her that look. The kind that promised quiet vengeance and suppressed panic.

Lyra raised an eyebrow and slowly, deliberately slipped a hand into the jacket pocket.

Grayson stiffened.

“Oh no,” Xander said, gleeful. “She’s going to show us.”

“I swear if you—” Grayson started, but his voice was just a little too high.

She drew out the folded paper like a magician revealing her final trick.

Jameson stepped forward. “Come on—just a peek—”

Lyra held it aloft, teased the corner open—

Then tucked it back into the pocket with a sly smile. “Maybe next time.”

All three brothers groaned.

“You are the worst,” Jameson told her, half-admiring.

“I know.”

Beside her, Grayson exhaled like he’d just survived a near-death experience.

“You’re evil,” he murmured under his breath.

“And you kept the drawing,” she whispered back.

Touché.

[calmingmelody96]

The Dragon's Niece

Chapter 18 - The Dragon's Rage

Warnings: medival sexism, forced marriage, uncle-niece incest, rape, non-con/dub-con, forced oral, sexual abuse, sexual punishment, abusive behaviour, dirty talk, humiliation, name calling, spit kink, cum swallowing, breeding kink, possessiveness

Masterlist

The chamber door shut behind her with a soft, echoing thud. The firelight cast restless shadows over the stone walls, but the true heat in the room came from the man sitting by the hearth.

He was seated in the high-backed chair by the fire, a glass of wine in hand, boots stretched out lazily. But there was nothing relaxed in the way his eyes found her... sharp, glinting with an edge that made her stomach tighten.

“Come here,” he said, his voice smooth, but heavy with purpose.

She obeyed, chin lifted though her heartbeat fluttered with something between anticipation and dread. When she stopped before him, Daemon’s gaze trailed over her slowly, like a man assessing what belonged to him.

“So,” he murmured, “you thought you could keep secrets from me, little wife?”

She froze, lips parting slightly.

The look on his face was dangerous, frightening enough to send a chill crawling down Maeliora’s spine. She could feel the echo of his words from the day before, ringing like a warning bell in her mind:

“Everything you have now — the freedom, your son, this comfort... it’s because I allow it. Because I want you happy and kept. So be good, Melly. Be obedient. Don’t give me reason to reconsider.”

Now she had given him reason. A big one. And she could see in his eyes. Did he know about the moon tea — she wondered. No, it cannot be that. Lyra would never betray her. Then how did he find out? Her breath caught. The room felt suddenly smaller.

He stood up and took a step toward her. Then another. Slow, deliberate. Each footfall seemed to shake the air around her. Maeliora stood frozen, her hands clenched by her sides as Daemon came closer and closer, until she felt impossibly small beneath the weight of his fury.

He seized her chin in his hand rough, unyielding. His fingers dug into her skin, forcing her to meet the blazing fury of his violet stare.

“You little bitch,” he snarled through clenched teeth, “you thought you could kill my child and I wouldn’t find out?”

Maeliora tried to speak, but her throat locked. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. The grip on her jaw tightened merciless.

“Answer me!” Daemon shouted.

Her breath hitched. Her lips parted, but no sound came. There was a knot in her throat thick and painful, strangling the words before they could form.

“You little whore,” he spat. “Going behind my back. You really thought you could trick me like some dim-witted lordling? Perhaps I’ve been too merciful. Too soft with you. But that ends now.”

He released her face abruptly, and she stumbled a half step back, dazed and breathless.

“Uncle, please…” she finally choked out, voice shaking. “I’m sorry…”

Daemon didn’t respond at first. He just looked at her, his breathing heavy, his jaw flexing. Then, slowly, he circled her like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You're sorry?” he repeated quietly, but the quiet was more dangerous than his shouting. “No, sweetling. You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”

He stopped behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body.

“Kneel.”

She froze. The command struck like a blade.

The silence stretched too long, until his hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the fur rug beneath them.

“You want to act like a whore?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “Then you’ll serve like one.”

Maeliora knelt, trembling, her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, shame prickling over her skin like thorns. She dared not meet his eyes, not with the way he loomed above her, a storm barely restrained behind those violet irises.

Daemon’s voice was a low growl, laced with contempt and hunger. “You know what whores do on their knees, don’t you, niece?”

Her breath hitched. She did.

She knew what was coming, and her entire being recoiled. This wasn’t love. This was punishment. Humiliation. Brutal and degrading.

She shook her head faintly, whispering, “Please… don’t make me…”

But Daemon only let out a humorless laugh, dark and low.

“You look afraid, Niece,” he said with a dark smile. “You should be. Actions have consequences.”

She wept openly now, torn between shame and dread, a sick twist of emotion coiling in her gut. Her knees throbbed. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. And her face burned with humiliation.

He reached down, taking her chin in a firm grip. “This is what happens when you try to rid of my child like a whore hiding some bastard sired by a stranger. Except I am your lawful husband.”

He undid the ties at his waist with slow, deliberate precision, never taking his eyes off her like a predator savoring the stillness before the strike. When his breeches fell, Maeliora’s breath caught. She dared a brief glance, and what she saw made heat coil low in her belly, equal parts shame and something darker, more dangerous.

He stood hard and ready, his length proud, the tip flushed and smooth. Every instinct screamed this was wrong... yet beneath the conflict, something primal stirred. A pulse of heat bloomed between her thighs, treacherous and insistent, and to her own horror… she wondered how he might taste, even though she’d never imagined herself doing anything so depraved.

“Open,” he ordered, taking hold of his length and pushing it towards her face.

He stood so close she could already smell him — an overwhelming mix of heat, leather, and something unmistakably male. His musky scent filled her senses, heady and inescapable.

She shook her head once, feebly. A sob escaped her.

“Open your mouth, Maeliora. Do not test my patience.” he commanded, firm and unwavering.

When she hesitated, he gave her a light slap with his hard cock, enough to sting but not truly hurt, and then gripped her jaw again, rougher this time, guiding her where he wanted her.

Maeliora looked up at him, broken and burning with humiliation.

His fingers in her hair were unyielding, and when she finally relented, when she let her lips part and gave herself over to him, he let out a sound that was almost feral.

Daemon’s dominance was absolute. He didn’t ease into her... he claimed her, slowly at first, but with growing intensity. His hand rested at the back of her head, holding her steady, guiding her rhythm. Her knees burned against the stone, her jaw strained, and yet… beneath the tears, beneath the shame, a flicker of arousal grew in her.

His length felt hot and heavy on her tongue, the taste of him unmistakable — bitter at first, then musky and salty, lingering on her palate with every movement. He used her mouth for his pleasure, slow and unrelenting, and she could do nothing but yield.

“Look at you,” Daemon said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “A highborn princess… on your knees, like one of the brothel girls on the Street of Silk. Is this what you’ve been longing for, Niece? To be treated like a whore?”

Tears gathered in her lashes, but her thighs pressed together, betraying her. She wanted to deny it, to shake her head, but her body burned, pulsed, responded. She hated how much she ached for him, even in this moment of humiliation.

She felt the loss of his warmth and then the return of it, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, breaking her pride with every movement. But even as he moved inside her mouth, there was something else beneath the anger. A hunger. An ache that was darker than lust. A need to own her completely.

He used her mouth as both punishment and possession, groaning low at the way she looked like this — lips parted around him, cheeks flushed with shame, eyes wide and glistening. She hated how much she felt her own need, the sticky warmth between her thighs becoming unbearable.

How did I end up like this? she wondered, humiliated, breathless, undone.

When he finally pulled back, Maeliora gasped, face wet with tears and spit, body shaking. She looked up at him, broken and burning, but still aching for more.

Daemon towered over her, gaze smoldering with possession, one hand curled beneath her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his.

"Open, my little slut," he said, voice low and unmistakably commanding.

She hesitated, confused and unsure what he wanted. Without warning, his hand struck, not hard, but enough to jolt her, to stun her still. He gripped her chin again, harder this time. “I said, open,” he hissed, his thumb brushing the edge of her lower lip.

She did, breath shallow, her lips parting for him.

Daemon leaned in slowly, eyes locked on hers, the weight of his dominance pressing down like a storm. He gathered the moment... and let it fall. His spit landed in her open mouth, a deliberate, claiming gesture.

Her breath caught the moment it happened... warm, sudden, unexpected. For a heartbeat, she froze, wide-eyed, stunned by the intimacy of it. She hadn’t expected that. Not this. Not from him. Heat rushed to her cheeks, not just from the act itself, but from how quickly her body responded, how the shock bled into something darker, deeper. Her pride flinched… but her mouth stayed open.

“Swallow, Maeliora,” he said, voice low and unrelenting. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

Her body trembled, shame and obedience warring within her. And yet… her throat worked without hesitation, her eyes meeting his.

He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. A smirk ghosted across his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured, and it wasn’t just praise, it was approval, ownership, and affection, all tangled together in that single phrase.

Her cheeks burned. She felt the shame rising, but also a deep, unspoken thrill... the way her submission was being demanded, not asked.

Daemon moved with dark confidence, gripping her hair and shoving himself back into her warm inviting mouth, claiming control not just of her body but her breath, her will. It was a punishment, but it was also a reminder. Of who held the reins. Of who she belonged to.

Her knees ached. Her jaw tensed. Her pride burned, but she didn’t stop. Because underneath the discipline, underneath the words meant to humiliate, there was something else: twisted devotion. And desire.

Daemon’s breath grew heavier, each exhale brushing against her skin like the coming storm. His hand tightened in her hair, firm and possessive, as if anchoring himself in the moment. The tension in his body sharpened. He could feel his stones tightening, signaling he was close. He firmly pressed her lips to his pelvis, holding her there, commanding without words as she choked and struggled for a breath.

She felt the tremor that ran through him — raw, fierce, unrestrained as he reached to his peak, releasing his first shot of hot and salty seed right into her throat. Retracting slightly he continued to shoot his seed into her mouth allowing her to savor his taste.

Swallow, wife," he said, voice like smoke and iron. "Since you have no desire to carry my seed in your womb, you’ll take it where I give it."

He held her there for a moment longer, not letting her pull away, fingers threaded tightly in her hair, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breath. Her lips were swollen, her knees aching, her cheeks stained with the tears of shame and submission.

Daemon looked down at her, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something darker... possessive and proud. There was no praise in his gaze. No gentleness. Just the satisfaction of a man who had broken past her defenses and claimed the part of her she was too proud to give freely.

Maeliora remained still, her breaths shallow, her lips trembling as the bitter taste lingered. Her throat burned with the effort as she swallowed more of his essence unwillingly.

Daemon stood over her, slowly withdrawing once he was certain she had swallowed everything, his fingers curling beneath her jaw as he lifted her gaze to meet his. There was a terrible pride in his smirk, as if he had just carved his mark into her soul, claiming not only her body but her will.

"Good girl," he said, low and rough. The words weren’t gentle, they were a verdict, a possession, and a taunt all at once.

She hated how her skin burned under his praise. She hated that it stirred something inside her. Her stomach turned. Guilt laced with arousal, disgust twisted with longing. She wanted to scream. She wanted to slap him, run from him... but gods, she wanted him too. And that frightened her more than anything.

“You'll never lie to me again, Maeliora,” he said, voice calmer now, but no less terrifying. “And you will give me another child.”

Then, as quickly as the storm had come, he turned and walked away, leaving her on her knees, trembling, shivering from more than the cold. Maeliora stayed there a moment longer, eyes brimming with tears, trying to gather herself, trying to decide if what she felt was humiliation… or power in surrender.

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Hmm~ I'm not sure if you write fir Kokomi sangonomiya, but if you do, how about we do something platonic for her. And give her a sibling, a fraternal twin so we can have them be GN. And in typical twin fashion, they're her opposite on the energy spectrum. They're literally just as smart, but they're high energy and impulsive to balance it out(Basically think Ibuki mioda). Unfortunately, they left Inazuma years ago because they wanted to explore(cause chaos). When they return, it's actually with the Travler during the Archon quest, so yaaay siblings reunite, and Watatsumi Island gets a massive moral boost, and Kokomi gets constant energy resupplies.

Hello! I do write for Kokomi :) I've written a few things for her actually already, just never a full-length fic

I added more detail as well as to why you actually left, since there's so much potential for emotional depth with this concept. Here u go <3

Platonic Kokomi x Twin Reader - Growing Pains

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If you could have taken on the responsibility of being the reincarnation of Orobaxi instead, you would have in a heartbeat. Of course you would. If it meant saving Kokomi from the burden of becoming the Divine Priestess, any sacrifice would've been worth it, no questions asked.

Yet fate had other plans, both for her future and your own. Deep down, you knew running away from the truth—from her—wasn't the right thing for you to do. But you just couldn't bring yourself to stay tied down to a land that didn't even need you, eternally the throwaway sibling that couldn't ever live up to the accomplishments their sister could. And so, you ran. You explored the countless landscapes of Teyvat, never failing to dig deep and find the best places to visit beyond the basic, well-known attractions. Free from her shadow, you finally realized just how fun life could be; where you once sunk under the weight of your invisibility, you'd now learned to glow with your own unique light.

One regret lingered, though. Despite being glued to each other's sides for so painfully long, when the time came for you to head off and say goodbye to Kokomi, well... Now that you've had time to mature, you understand how cruel it was to leave her behind without a word, especially knowing how deeply she relied on you for comfort. Sure, you were hurting, but it's not like she chose this. After all, neither of you could've possibly imagined that from the moment you two were born, you had already become destined to separate and walk different paths.

That's why, when your keen ears had caught word that a certain blond traveler was about to head off to Inazuma, you didn't even think twice about the decision you made—the one you had to make.

It was finally time to return home.

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Your companion looked back at your still form amidst the pastel scenery of Watatsumi Island. A look of confusion, or perhaps concern, coated their face as they called out to you. Admittedly, you could be just a tiny bit of a chatterbox, so your uncharacteristic silence must have caught their attention.

"Hey, are you okay?"

With a deep inhale, you breathed in the island's air.

"This..." Your lips trembled slightly. They watched and waited in anticipation for your next words. "This is..."

"...Totally awesome!! I wasn't sure if I'd ever even end up coming back here. I can't believe I never noticed just how pretty everything is—not to insult the rest of Teyvat, of course! But seriously, wow..." As you bent down to play with one of the Sango pearls lying around and rolled it back and forth, you let out a soft sigh. "I really did miss this place."

Unfortunately, with the current state of Inazuma, you two hardly had time to spare for sightseeing. Even now, you were cutting things far too close for your liking, if the sounds of battle cries were anything to go off of. Plenty of whispers about the chaotic clashes going on within your homeland had made their way to you already, but actually being here and seeing it firsthand was a whole other kind of mental blow. You bit your lip. Could Kokomi really have become the military leader of this land? Your Kokomi? The one that used to cling onto you with trembling hands as a child, endlessly hiding behind your back? The one that stuttered out every other word the moment an adult was around and forced you to speak for her? Even thinking about it felt ridiculous.

And yet, right up ahead stood the all-too-familiar sight of light, flowy pink hair rustling in the wind.

Before you could even think to stop yourself, the battlefield was split in half by a sharp, booming scream of overwhelming excitement. Your sister froze in place. At least, she did up until your body barreled into hers and nearly knocked the two of you down to the ground flat. You couldn't bring yourself to care, though. Not when you were finally back where you belong, by her side.

Breaking out of her stupor, her already-soft voice stretched agonizingly thin as she called out your name.

"Is it—is it really you?" Her cautious eyes met your own. As you two stared at one another, your eyes zoned in on the appearance of her own; not of their color or anything physical like that, but of the emotions welling beneath them. In a flash of realization, it occurred to you just how drastically her gaze had changed over your many years apart. Now, you could spot the newfound way that they stood firm in their focus, rather than darting away like they used to before. Even in this moment of utter confusion and panic, a stable confidence exuded from them all the same.

A giddy smile bloomed on your face. Perhaps, you considered, you weren't the only one that had changed drastically in your absence.

"It's me, Kokomi. I'm home."

In the wake of your reunion, the battlefield waxed and waned with various emotions and differing processing speeds. The entirety of the Watatsumi's soldiers laid their eyes upon you two—some with complete confusion, and others with images of a simpler time flashing before them. As you looked among the crowd, you realized with a start that your own memories were coming up to the surface of your mind as well. Many of these people were the very same that you'd seen so many times as a kid, albeit aged, as time liked to do. For a while, nobody knew how to act.

And then there were bubbles. Only a few, at first. Then some more. And then even more. Before long, the entirety of the space between the field's ground layer below and the damp air above was practically flooded with these strange little bubbles that you didn't recognize. Still, you could sense the energy overflowing inside them, the power they held, along with something else; somehow, they radiated with a palpable, transferable warmth unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Looking at the crowd of Kokomi's soldiers' faces, they clearly felt it too.

Panic overcame the enemy side as they soon came to the same realization you just had. Despite their best efforts, their strength couldn't hold a candle to the healing powers Kokomi could use to simply rewind their work. With a smirk, you cheerfully waved the retreating soldiers adieu as they ran off back to wherever they'd come from under their commander's orders, before letting out a heavy exhale. Watatsumi Island was officially safe at last. All thanks to the valiant efforts of your strong, resilient twin. You turned to her once again.

"That was awesome! I don't get what you did exactly, but it looked super duper cool. You've really grown a lot, huh?" Instinctually, your hands glided down to the set of two long hair strands that made their way across her back, clutching the ends of them in your fists and swooshing them up and down like jumping jack cords. The motion brought back memories to your minds of you bothering her with this exact same hair-bouncing movement as a child, as well as a familiar complaining whine from her throat.

"Don't mess up my hair! You know how long the bow takes to get right." She pouted at you, albeit a hardly convincing one considering all the giggles that poured out alongside it. "And I didn't do much, really. I only managed to heal everyone up so quickly because you were here supporting me. Speaking of... you're not leaving again, are you?"

You let go of her hair to squoosh and stretch her cheeks, warping her face into countless humorous expressions.

"Oh, don't get all gloomy on me now! I'm staying, okay? Come on, we should celebrate." Without giving her the chance to argue, you pulled her over to where the traveler and rest of the military were cheering for you both and making a ruckus (despite Gorou's panicked attempts to settle them down). Childish giggles escaped from both of your mouths as you raced hand in hand across the purple-tinted grassy hills of your shared home.

Perhaps you made the wrong decision to abandon Kokomi all those years ago. That possibility, even now, still lingered in your heart, a regret you might never shake. But maybe, just maybe, going on your separate paths was a necessary step in the journey of your entangled lives. And now that that section of your stories was complete, you might—for once—have the chance to be more than just a shadow looming behind your twin's greatness. This time, you could be a light source of your own, beaming energy and joy out and onto the one person who'd always chosen to stay by your side, time and time again.

And that's all that matters, isn't it?