#They didn’t intend to hurt him which is why they also felt so comfortable asking him to rejoin

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THE GREATEST — TRUE BLUE

[ part one / masterlist / requests are open ]

☽｡⋆ part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. — lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) 𝄞 4.1k words

❝ Lights out, you’re not here holding me ❞

Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasn’t on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasn’t yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.

The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.

At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker they’ve known for so long, they realized he wasn’t. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldn‘t care less about his friends‘ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said it’s because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. He’d rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.

If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.

He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if you’d ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.

He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldn’t think about you, not here. But like always, he couldn’t help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldn’t happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasn‘t afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?

❝ I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep ❞

You couldn’t sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never should’ve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didn’t send you off to sleep on the couch.

You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didn’t dare to turn on the TV. It’s been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. He’s so far away and yet, it didn’t make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldn’t do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldn’t be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldn’t help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.

❝ Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave ❞

And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didn‘t want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didn’t leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didn’t hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.

You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought you‘d be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. She‘s known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?

Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldn’t even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.

Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasn‘t good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didn‘t seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didn’t want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.

The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friend‘s suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldn’t even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.

❝ I try to live in black and white but I’m so blue ❞

The race went well, but he didn‘t really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.

Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasn‘t spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didn’t even know why he lost you anymore, he didn’t know what the hell it was that made him believe you weren’t made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.

He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Lando‘s favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.

The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that she‘d left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.

Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.

He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesn’t even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasn’t as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didn’t reach him.

“Dude, I think your girl‘s here.“ Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didn’t pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isn’t you at the moment. Couldn’t they just give up? He wasn’t ready yet for someone else, he didn’t even know if he wanted to be with someone that isn’t you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didn’t want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.

He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.

Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasn’t quite sure, to get his order. He wasn’t certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldn’t stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, you’d come back?

He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.

He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didn’t pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever he‘d walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didn’t match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldn’t be you, right?

Oscar‘s words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.

It was really you.

You tried to enjoy the party, but you really weren’t doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking you’d be hitting it off with a guy you’ve been talking to for some time, but that wasn’t the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if you’d like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didn’t have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.

And then you locked eyes.

The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.

You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didn‘t dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.

“I didn‘t know you‘d be here, thought I‘d seen Oscar but I wasn‘t sure,“ you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; you’d done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldn‘t process actually being in his presence again.

“You still wear the dress?“

“It‘s, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.“ You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didn‘t even feel the same way, maybe he didn‘t even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really should‘ve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what you‘d hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.

“I‘m so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldn‘t stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, y‘know, would probably be better for you as well, ‘cause you deserve better than how I‘ve treated you at the end and I don‘t want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I don‘t know what to do! And now you‘re here and I swear I‘ve been waiting for a moment like this and-,“ he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, „If giving up racing means you‘ll let me come back to you, I‘ll do it.“

Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasn’t one to joke about racing, ever. “Lando you can’t just- I- I mean, racing? It didn‘t work before Lan I just- don‘t give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldn‘t, you have so much ahead of you still,“ you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.

But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if you’d let him have that second chance too.

He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. “I’ll do it for you”, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.

Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldn’t feel like this again, but you’ve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Lando’s perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldn’t ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.

Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that you’d have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and that’s all that mattered for now. It’s gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how you’d manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didn’t care about any of that, simply content with having you again.

He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.

❝ I’d like to mean it when I say I’m over you, but that’s still not true. ❞

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Not sure if you’re taking request still but if you are was wondering if you could right abt reader hiding their fever from Tighnari or Diluc (or both)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

synopsis: in which you try to hide your sickness from them, just trying to stay out of their way, except it doesn’t quite go to plan

characters: heizou, thoma, tighnari, dottore, and childe x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of being sick, a tiny bit of swearing, established relationships

notes: thanks for the request! i tried pretty hard to come up with something for diluc but i wasn’t able to so i just did tighnari. i also added in some other characters, hope that’s okay :) also reminder that this is a relatively old request and i’m not actively taking requests!

heizou:

you hadn’t intended to ever hide your sickness from him, honestly

you woke up with the incoming feeling of what you assumed was a fever. your temperature was high and you felt fatigued

still, when your red haired boyfriend came prancing into your shared bedroom excitedly shaking your shoulders begging you to join him on his day off, you felt as though you couldn’t refuse

he was just so happy and you didn’t want to ruin that, not when he had been so stressed recently

walking around ritou with him seemed to be alright

the weather wasn’t bad and he even took you to a few shops for some lunch and souvenirs

but as the time passed, your head felt dizzier and your eyes stung a bit. the red of the maple trees was blending with the blue of the sky and the shops around began to spin

“are you okay?” he had asked worriedly, noticing your eyes began to droop and the overall fatigue you seemed to be experiencing

he put a hand to your forehead and noticed the burning sensation and light sweat building quickly

“shit, you’re sick? why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he began to rush you home. his arms were around you, steadying you against him

“you were so excited,” you mumble against his shoulder, “i didn’t wanna ruin that, but it looks like i did anyway.”

the detective’s heart ached as the words left your mouth, he couldn’t believe you would say something like that, “please don’t say that again. your health matters way more than my fun, don’t ever forget that.”

when you got home, you fell asleep quickly, all snuggled up in the warm covers

heizou dimmed the lights and brought some medicine and water to place on the table next to you for when you woke up

as he got in the bed with you, he made sure to pull the blankets snuggly over you and bring you closer to his chest and placing a small kiss to your forehead

“i love you,” he whispered before shutting his eyes and holding you close.

thoma:

thoma hadn’t asked you to help him with chores, but here you were…helping him with chores

although the weather was beautiful, it was spring and in influx of new leaves and all sorts of pollen was in the air and on the floors of the estate

you were kind enough to help your boyfriend out with all of the spring cleaning to prevent him from getting stressed

unfortunately, it only lead to you getting stressed and consequently sick

you had already felt the oncomings of sickness for the past week

from various headaches, lack of sleep, the inability to eat, all the way to a runny nose and sore throat — you knew it was only going to worsen, but still clung to the hope it was just spring allergies

still, you chose to help him anyway while also leaving out the details of your sickness

about two hours had passed since your last break before fatigue hit you hard. the rake you had been using to gather fallen flowers was now leaned against the wall

your arm was resting against the railing to balance yourself as you sat on the small set of stairs under the shade

“thoma,” you called out to him through shut eyes and rushed breaths, “i’m so sorry, i- i don’t think i can help you anymore.”

he ran to you almost instantly, dropping everything in his hands to check if you were okay

when he saw you weren’t, he rushed you inside to your guys’ shared room

“oh archons, i’m so sorry i didn’t notice! you really didn’t have to help me if you weren’t feeling good,” he apologized, urgently trying to help you

it was like that for hours after

he was constantly apologizing for not noticing and you could tell he truly felt bad

he even brought you fresh homemade soup and anything else you so desired. you name it, he got it

at the end of the day, he fell asleep alongside you, swearing to stay by you until you felt better.

he didn’t even care if he got sick. if it was for you, it was worth it

tighnari:

tighnari had been frustrated all week

you had noticed that almost instantaneously and even if you hadn’t, all of his grumbling, dark eye bags (which he never seemed to have), and the distance he was placing between you would have made it blatantly obvious

he didn’t seem himself as of late and that made you feel a bit down yourself

eventually it got to the point where his mood was dampening everyone else’s and you had fallen ill

the forest watcher was so stressed that he hadn’t even noticed

you had tried to tell him when he requested you help him with collecting samples of withered areas, but he was quick to shut you down before hearing you out, requesting that you, “please just help me without complaining.”

under normal circumstances, you would have told him off and not allowed him to dictate over you like that, but you weren’t feeling well at all and didn’t have the energy to argue

besides, it would only be an hour and a half right? you figured you could get through that

you should’ve known what you were getting into. your boyfriend always took longer than expected, though you hadn’t expected an hour and a half to turn into two, which then turned into three

when you realized the time, you began to ask to go home and just come back tomorrow. it was getting dark and was definitely a reasonable request of him

but tighnari wasn’t in the mood and he brushed you off, choosing not to answer your question

moments later, his equipment fell and broke — almost as if karma had struck him

he was never one to lose his cool so easily, but here he was yelling at nothing and kicking his bag over

when you had asked him to calm down, he refused and snapped at you too.

he didn’t mean it — you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like he did. like he meant to snap at you and that all his anger was somehow your fault

mixed with the fatigue and shivers from your now fully developed fever, your eyes drooped and you fell forward into unconsciousness

hours had passed before you awoke. but when you did, you found tighnari right by your side handing you a cup of water and some of his homemade medicine

“i’m so sorry,” he started quickly, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologize, “i was so selfish forcing you to go with me. i mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even notice when their partner is sick?”

you cough before responding, “you were a little harsh, but it’s okay now. you were just stressed and no one was around to help you out when you needed it, so don’t feel too bad okay?”

he nodded sadly and fell against your lap, still guilt-stricken by his lack of awareness and clouded mind from just a mere few hours ago

he would take the next week off he decided. taking care of you was more important and he had a lot of making up to do

dottore:

you weren’t surprised the doctor had failed to recognize the fact that you were sick

while he was a doctor, he wasn’t one that cared for his patients or anyone besides himself

when he had called you to his lab early one morning to aid him in some lab work, you knew there was no chance of it ending well

you loved him, you really did, but your boyfriend was pushy. and when his mind was set on something, it became the most important thing to him

today he had asked for your assistance in his lab for whatever new experiment he had conjured up this time

initially, you refused as you weren’t feeling well and didn’t have the energy

but, as aforementioned, dottore is a stubborn man and wouldn’t take no for an answer

“dottore, i’m not feeling we—“ you tried to argue with him

“ah ah, i do not care what excuse you have this time. i need your help and only your help.”

he didn’t even hear you out

so you sucked it up and helped him

about an hour had passed when you began feeling strained

back and forth of reaching for different materials and finding information for him became too much

“can we just take a break?” you breathed out heavily, immune system weak from your sickness

“no, what did i tell you? it is imperative that we do not stop until this is finished,” he stops for a moment, tone softening as he turns to you, “i’ll take you out to that place you’ve been wanting to try later, i promise. just, help me with this and we can go.”

you smile at the offer, happy he was finally making the time to go out with you, but it wasn’t enough

as soon as he asked for the next object, your dizziness kicked in as your neck craned to see it up on the high shelves of his lab

and the next thing dottore heard was a thud with you on the ground

“dottore… i can’t— i’m so sorry,” tears pool at your eyes as your fever worsens

he helps you up with a stern look, his arms wrapped around yours as he pulls you closer to inspect your face, “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“are you serious? i did tell you! you didn’t listen to me,” you exclaim

dottore softens in the way he only does around you, quietly offering you an apology and his coat to warm up your shivering body “i apologize, my love. i should not have been so neglectful of my own partner.”

he’s careful as he carries you to your shared bed and wraps you up:

“how about that restaurant? i’ll pick up whatever you want.”

childe:

sometimes childe can be a literal child. you knew that when the two of you began dating. sometimes you minded, other times you didn’t

he had a way of nagging when he wanted things and whining when he didn’t get them

you hadn’t gotten out of bed all morning and childe was getting impatient, hoping you would spar with him today for fun

you didn’t bother to tell him you were sick, thinking that he’d eventually realize later in the day

but childe was having one of those days and didn’t have a care in the world for anyone but himself

he came in to your shared room and collapsed on you, completely missing the pained grunt you let out as complaints flew left and right out of his mouth

things like: “spar with me, please!” and “c’mon we haven’t challenged each other in so long!” among many other complaints

he was right, it had been along time. and while you didn’t exactly want to spar with him today, you figured if you just indulged him for one round he would let it go

so you got up and got your equipment desperately trying to ignore the pounding of your headache

childe was beaming with excitement as he kissed your cheek and ran out to grab his equipment

when you got outside to join him, the chilly wind of snezhnaya bit at your skin and made your nose run faster than it had been before

childe quickly went in for a few hits, you dodged them and countered him quickly

it seemed to increase his determination as he charged at you effectively hitting you in the side

you didn’t let it affect you too much, aside from a bit of coughing which your boyfriend had chalked up to being from the impact of the hit

you had only lasted ten minutes longer before he landed one last hit, knocking you to the ground

“oh, c’mon! that one wasn’t even that bad. don’t tell me you can’t handle a hit that weak!” he laughed, just teasing you

you bent over on your hands and knees, violently coughing as tears poured out from your eyes

“hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” childe panicked as he dropped to his knees next to you with one hand placed on your back to support you

his hand reached your forehead, feeling a burning sensation, “woah, you’re burning up! why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“you were—“ you were cut off by your coughs, “so excited to spar. i figured if i just indulged you for a round or two i’d be fine…”

“hey, you didn’t have to do that,” he said softly, “i would’ve understood if you just told me. i care more about you than fighting, you know that.”

childe picked you up quickly and brought you back inside your shared home and to your bed, wrapping you up cozily under the covers before joining you

“childe, no— you’ll get sick,” you tried to push him away.

he smiled and firmly placed a kiss on your lips,“oh c’mon, when have i ever cared about that?”

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Misty Eyes ~ Part 5

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

Word Count: 3975

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Summary: Feeling good seemed out of reach, but you'd never felt safer than you do with Law. Safe enough to ask for what you want.

Author's Note: Alright friends, patience is required, but rewarded 🥰

Thank you so much @pinejayy for this delicious request!!

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Hair-Pulling, Birth Control, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there!), Forced Pregnancy (Implied/Intended), Sterilization (Implied/Intended), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Soft Trafalgar D. Water Law, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, Fluff, Sexual Dysfunction, Safe words, Choking, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

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“What do you mea–”

“Nuh uh,” Law scolded, sticking his thumb in your mouth like a hook to pull you closer by your bottom teeth. “You know I could always tell when you were lying. I know you faked it.”

You pulled his hand away from your face, frowning at his shit-eating grin. 

“I don’t know wha–”

“You little liar,” he accused, sitting up. His movement forced you to slide from straddling his waist to sitting in his lap, the feel of his still firm cock beneath you making you gasp. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, even as you scowled at him. His satisfied chuckle made you scrunch your nose, heat burning your face. 

“How could you tell,” you gave in, earning a quick kiss before he flipped you, laughing at you while he laid you on your back beneath him. 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Your mouth fell open in outrage, but you couldn’t attack him while he held your fists, kissing your knuckles. 

“I’m an incredible liar,” you squirmed, his weight pinning you down. 

“See what I mean,” he taunted, your futile thrashing making you breathless. “That wasn’t believable at all.”

A frustrated huff left your lips as you struggled to punch that smirk off of his face, but he stopped talking while he kissed his way along your neck and collarbones, so you let it slide. He finally slowed, releasing your hands as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Why didn’t you just mist away,” he seemed to tease, but his voice was too soft. 

“I…” you paused, about to argue until you realized that you didn’t want to answer. You clamped your eyes shut against that feeling, then opened them again to glare at him. “Don’t change the subject. How could you tell I was lying?”

Law took a moment, seeming to search for his answer, which did not appease you.

“I’m not sure,” he smirked at your disgruntled hum. “You always seemed so… cute when you lied.”

He blinked, looking down as if he hadn’t meant to say that, but you wouldn’t give him a pass just for looking adorable. 

So you bit him.

“Gah, what,” he sat up, pulling back in surprise until your teeth left his arm.

“Two things,” you snarked, propping up onto your elbows, “I want to know exactly what my tell is so I can get rid of it, then I want to hear all about how you thought I was cute back then.”

“So your tells are,” he grunted, catching your fist at the plural word, “sometimes the corner of your lip goes up just a bit–”

“It does not! That’s the first thing I trained out,” you argued, sitting up on your knees to face him. You narrowed your eyes at him while he ran his thumb over the edge of your mouth, until you sighed at his touch. 

“Maybe I just pay more attention,” he mused, voice husky as he kissed your temple. His breath moved to your neck, your need for answers melting away. Until your body reminded you of the moment.

“Uh, Law,” you coughed, pushing him away gently, “do you have a towel?”

He returned from his adjacent bathroom with a warm, damp towel, helping you clean up the mess he’d made before kissing up your stomach and chest again.

“What’s my other tell,” you interrupted, his soft touches ending as he rolled his eyes. He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers before moving your own thumb across them. 

“You rub your thumb over your fingernails,” he reported, brow raised as if judging your performance. 

“I do that all the time,” you yanked your hand back, embarrassed that he’d read you so well. Lying was something you prided yourself on. It’s what kept you safe. 

“It’s a self-soothing behavior,” he softened, pushing the hair back from your face. “And you’re right, you’re probably a great liar. I just spent too much time watching you.”

Releasing a frustrated breath, you looked at his stupid face, and couldn’t help but smile. 

“Is this when you tell me how cute you thought I was?”

Law sucked his teeth, his bright eyes ready for a challenge, but instead, he kissed you. Unhurried lips and tongues, treasuring the taste of each other. 

“I thought you were gross,” he whispered against you, earning a hard punch to the arm. He laughed before he continued, holding your wrists again. “But then I thought you were cute, and I thought that was gross too.”

You grinned at the memory of what a grouchy kid he was. For over two years, you’d spent everyday together, bickering, sparring, and causing chaos. 

“At first, I studied you to gain an advantage during training,” he confessed with a sigh, looking away while his fingers tugged at the sheet. “I don’t know when it changed, but eventually I was watching you because I wanted to. Because you were cute.”

He teased the last word, caving in to your demands, and you rewarded him with another kiss, wrapping your arms around him. Soon hands and lips were traveling, until he laid you back against the pillows. 

“Can I make you come now, or do you have other demands?”

You rolled to the side to hide your face while your skin burned, and his pleased hum and teasing kisses along your side didn’t help. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he soothed, your breath going too slow, and too shallow. “But I would love to make you feel good.”

His voice, his words, his gentle fingers that had pulled away to give you space, all of it made you freeze. 

“What can I do to help you feel good, Y/N?”

There were so many strange thoughts in your head, most moving too fast for you to follow.

Except for one thought that felt more like an emotion, a need. You were barely conscious of it, yet it drove you forward, pulling him onto you.

Make him feel good. 

Lost again in the way he touched you. Lost in the way he breathed your name while his marked fingers smoothed along your skin. Lost in the need to please him. 

“Fu-huck,” he gasped out, moaning as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, already hard again. 

Stroking him with purpose, you lined yourself up as you rubbed his tip through the new wetness his touch had drawn. His eyes rolled back before he buried his face in your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss against your skin.

A long whine left your lips, frustration making you writhe when he pulled away. He laid on his side at the edge of the bed, panting while his eyes tried to focus on your face. 

You rolled, crawling toward him with your lip caught between your teeth, more needy sounds leaving your throat. 

“Gods, you’re too fucking good,” he rasped, catching your hands before they could reach his cock again, “but, you didn’t answer my question, Y/N. How can I make you feel good?”

Your body slumped, a heavy sigh leaving your lips before his fingers brushed across them. 

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded, the words hot against your ear. 

All you could do was nod, body limp as he lifted you back to the pillows, propping you up as if you were one of the precious comics on his shelves. That thought made you laugh, making him narrow his eyes at you until you giggled even more. 

“Something funny,” he teased with that lovely smirk. 

Words weren’t leaving your lips, so he sucked his teeth while he watched you squirm. Your breath stilled at the touch of his fingers along your inner thighs. 

“It seemed like you enjoyed me eating you out earlier, until I started fingering you. Did I read that right?”

Your eyes went wide, pausing for a moment before your words spilled out.

“N-no, it all felt amazing! I just got overwhelmed, but you felt so good…”

He watched you closely then, and you wondered if you’d shown a tell. 

But I didn't lie… 

“Okay… Please tell me if you’re feeling overwhelmed, or if you don’t like something.”

“I will,” you promised, your voice a bit high while you tilted your head down to the side, looking up at him with a teasing smile playing on your lips. 

“How about we use a safe word,” he suggested, smoothing a hand along your arm while he ignored your attempt to distract from the topic. “Do you already have one you’d like to use?”

Your eyes were a little wide as you shook your head, but a gentle kiss on your temple slowed your breathing. 

“It should be a word that doesn’t mean much, and that we wouldn’t normally say. Anytime you’re feeling overwhelmed or want to stop, you can say it, okay,” he paused, waiting for you to nod before continuing. “How about… radish?”

“Why radish,” you snorted, your body loosening up.

“Why not,” he grinned at you. His smile was a sight you’d never get enough of. “Do you have any other ideas?”

Your lips quirked, but you agreed to the word.

“Perfect. Now, will you please tell me how to make you feel good?”

He stared at your parted lips while you froze. No words came to mind. Just tension, and a mild sense of danger. 

“It’s alright if you don’t know,” he reassured, his eyes going soft as they raked over you. “Just talk to me. Is it alright if I touch you?”

You caught yourself rubbing your thumb over your fingernails when you agreed, stopping the movement before he noticed.

What’s wrong with me?

Law’s hands and lips traveled the length of your body, pulling soft gasps and sighs from your throat. You moved into his touch, reacting, showing him how good it felt. 

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he whispered, looking down at your face while he traced his fingers along your leg. Your cheeks were already burning before a breathy moan surprised you both. 

He cocked his head at you, repeating the movement. For some reason, the barest touch of his fingertips to the middle of your shin made you moan again, the ticklish sensation feeling better than you thought it should. 

“Mm, found something,” he teased, leaning closer to kiss your embarrassed face. “Do you know any other places I can touch to make you moan like that?”

“Law,” you writhed, voice breathy as his fingers danced up your body. 

“Come on, pretty. Tell me one thing that feels good. I know you can think of something.”

There was no pressure in his words, but there was heat, and the hint of a challenge. You still couldn’t think of any words, but you managed to move your head to the side, trailing your fingers along the crook of your neck. 

He hummed as his fingers replaced yours, as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Your skin’s so soft,” he purred, the hunger in his words making your toes curl. “Does it feel good when I kiss here too?”

Whining, your body went loose when he laid beside you, one of his legs resting between yours before he kissed your neck again. 

It felt so good, you could have stayed in this moment forever. The feel of his lips, tongue, facial hair, even his breath overwhelmed you. That sensitive skin sent electric shocks down to your lower back until you shook for him, his warm laughter only adding to it. 

“Thank you for showing me what you like,” he breathed against your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

Law’s praise took every thought away, everything was gone while your body reacted. Your hands fisted the sheets, your thighs tried to rub together, seeking friction, but his leg was in the way. 

“Mm, Y/N, is it alright if I finger you? You can say the word if you want me to stop, okay?”

Hesitation came back, along with anger. Anger at yourself for whatever was stopping you. For whatever was keeping you from enjoying this time with him. 

Anger at yourself for not pleasing him by giving him what he wanted.

“It’s okay, hey,” Law soothed, his thumb stroking your cheek, “we can stop here, or we can do something else. Whatever you–”

“I want to,” you choked out. Clearing your throat wasn’t enough fix the broken sound in your voice. “I don’t know why, but… me feeling good seems…”

His soft eyes warmed your skin, even though you couldn’t meet them. He waited for you.

“I keep getting nervous when it’s just me,” you murmured, keeping your eyes wide to fight the heat there. 

“Just you feeling pleasure,” he prompted, studying your face while you gulped, nodding to confirm. “You said you want to. Do you wanna try, and we can stop if you need to?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, looking up as you brushed away an unwelcome tear with the back of your hand. 

Law pressed gentle kisses across your face, wiping away another wayward tear. 

“You deserve to feel good, Y/N.” His fingers followed his pretty words, and you fought to just be here with him. So slow, so light, that tattooed hand trailed lower, until he traced around your entrance, leaning close to your ear again. “I wanna make you come so bad. Please, can I feel you come on my fingers?”

Your “yes,” came out in a whine, and you both moaned at the slide of his fingers, your drenched pussy aching for his touch. 

“Gods, you're so wet,” he panted, playing with your clit while he watched your face. “Can I–”

You interrupted his request, nodding permission before he pushed one finger, then two inside of you. His eyes never stopped scanning, and he sat up to free his other hand, caressing down your body. 

It felt so good, but there was something. You’d been able to keep memories out, but you couldn’t relax. 

“What do you need,” he checked in, his skilled fingers bringing you close, but not close enough. 

“I feel like I–” you moaned, his thumb moving over your clit while his fingers curled up to that spongy spot inside you. “I feel like I need to make you feel good.”

“Mm, you are making me feel good,” he rasped, his body seeming to relax at your confession. “I love the way you’re gripping my fingers like this. I love the little sounds you make. Watching you come would make my fucking year, Y/N.”

A laugh fell from your lips, then a moan as he pressed a little deeper.

“You don’t need it, but you have my permission to come,” he teased, his voice just a bit too real, and somehow those words released something. A tiny smirk graced his lips as you started to fall apart. 

“Gonna be a good girl, and come for me?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, the steady rhythm he’d found was building so much pressure in your core it almost hurt. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” he praised, his free hand grabbing your chin to force your heavy lidded eyes to his. “You’re close, yeah? I want you to tell me exactly what you need so you can come on my fingers like a good girl. I know you can.”

“Law…”

“Can you do that for me?”

So close. So fucking close. But here was a new plateau, and all of his wonderful work was about to go to waste. Until you thought of something. 

Something that came with a pile of confusing memories and shame. Something you would have ignored, and stuffed away if you hadn’t felt so safe. 

If Law hadn’t made you feel so safe.

“Choke me, please.”

The request was almost silent, but you saw his lips part slightly. A hesitation. A mountain of self loathing threatened to roll over you.

Long, tattooed fingers encircled your throat, a necklace marked with “DEATH.” 

“Such a good girl, telling me what you want. Let me feel you– Mm, there’s my girl.”

He wrapped the perfect amount of pressure around your neck, keeping the pace with his other hand until your body started bucking, your eyes rolling white. 

It was everything you fucking needed. 

And it kept going. 

Law never stopped giving and giving, praising you while you shattered. You almost went to mist from the overwhelm, only managing to stay solid because you needed to keep coming for him. For you.

You mourned the loss of those wicked fingers choking and fucking you, but he worshipped your body again while aftershocks tore through you. 

“You’re fucking amazing,” he chuckled, laughing harder at the gibberish you replied with. He kissed and caressed you while your body came back to the room. “Can I get you anything? Water, or are you hung–”

He’d moved away slightly, but you reached out with your wobbly arms, pulling him close. He hummed at your touch, then gasped again when your hands found his cock, the heat of him making you writhe.

“Y/N, we don’t have to–”

“Please, fuck me,” you begged, sluggishly rolling onto your stomach. Looking over your shoulder at him, you got to witness the loveliest, most desperate look you’d ever seen on his face when you lifted your ass toward him. “I need your cock.”

There was no hesitation now. 

Just the whispered, “say the word if you need to,” before he was behind you, thrusting into your twitching cunt while you screamed for him. 

Tattooed hands on your hips helped him slam into you, hitting that perfect spot so fast, so hard, that you came in what felt like seconds.

“Oh fuck. Pussy feels so good, baby,” he moaned, slurring a bit before pressing your upper body into the bed. The new angle made you scream louder, clawing at the sheets. 

“You like that, Y/N,” he checked in, voice strained as he fought his need. 

“Pull my hair,” you demanded softly.

One of those hands pushed you down, his weight between your shoulder blades while he pounded into you. Frenzied thrusts rocked your body while his free hand fisted into the hair at the back of your head, finally giving you that sting you needed. 

“Do it again,” he forced through his teeth, his bruising grip making you drool onto the sheets. “Come for me, pretty. Come on my cock right fucking now.”

“Law, fuck, I’m…”

Words were gone, his quarters ringing with your breathy screams, and his heavy grunts. The slapping of wet, needy flesh nearly drowned you both out until he buried himself as deep as he could go, your toes curling while he filled you with heat. Your body milked the come out of him until you both collapsed, sweaty limbs still reaching for each other. 

“Are you okay,” he coaxed, brushing another hot tear away from your cheek. 

“I’m happy.”

Those words had left your lips many times over the past few years, but this time you didn’t have to lie. This time you let tears fall without shame, laughing as he left tickling kisses anywhere he could reach, holding you close. More laughter floated through the air while he carried you to the bathroom. You trailed your fingertips along his lines of ink, as though you were walking the paths around your new home, memorizing each lovely view. 

“You know this doesn't mean I’m gonna go easy on you, right,” Law threatened as he threw a blanket over your bare skin, wrapping himself around you. 

“You’re such an ass,” you hummed, nuzzling into his warmth. 

“You could be nicer to your captain, you know,” he quipped, his deep voice making you shiver. 

“If you’re my captain, does that make me a Heart Pirate?”

His arm tensed around you, and your mind cringed against your presumption.

Nothing’s changed. I’m still a tool, a threat, even if I am something more. Don’t fucking push–

“Only if you want to be.”

Law’s hushed offer stilled your thoughts. You couldn’t answer without seeing his face, so you twisted in his arms until you could cup his cheek, knowing that the shy smile on his face reflected your own. His eyes poured over you, until his brows creased slightly as he waited for your response. Waited to hear if you wanted to spend your life as a pirate, living on this submarine, putting yourself in danger. Waited to hear if you wanted to stay with him. 

It wasn’t a question.

“I do,” you promised with a kiss, pulling back to smirk at him, “but I’m still gonna call you an ass.”

Soon you were begging, breathless as you lost the fight, your cheeks hurting from laughing after his long fingers had stopped tickling you. Being wrapped up in each other still felt unreal. He fell asleep so fast, his light snores a comforting sound, even when you couldn’t stop the tears from staining your skin. 

You’d never felt safer. 

But memories were still there.

Doffy. 

He’ll find me. He’ll take me back. After he makes me watch him kill Law. 

He’ll probably use my hands. Just like…

You went completely limp, head lolling as your body fought the sticky memory of blood on your hands.

Part of your brain still had memories. Part of your brain berated you for not enjoying this perfect moment with Law. But most of your brain went to a strange buzzing place, unfocused eyes seeing nothing but a blur. 

When this empty space wasn’t frightening, it was relaxing, in a sick way. 

Leaving. 

Being nothing. 

Safe.

“Y/N? You okay,” he checked in, groggy voice filled with concern. 

Your limp body rolled as he shifted. A tiny part of you floated above the bed, watching, yelling at yourself to move, hating that he had to deal with this.

The rest of you was trapped in a fish tank, sinking to the bottom.

Law stayed with you. Even though you couldn’t feel, even though you couldn’t hear, you knew he was there. He was there when you returned, soothing your “sorry’s” away. Asking what you needed, bringing you water, then starting all over again as if it hadn’t happened.

Holding you close as he drifted off to sleep, and this time, you followed him. 

This time, Law pulled you from the nightmares. He reminded you where you were while he kept you from clawing at your chest. He waited until he saw your eyes stay present, then he teased you until you were his again. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll make you use the barracks bathroom,” he warned, pushing you through the door with a towel and a change of clothes. He beamed at your middle finger, and you could hear him counting down random numbers while you got ready. 

“Why don’t you just join me,” you challenged, about to turn on the water.

“You know why.”

You showered fast, even though your body twisted with need at the thought of him shoving you against the tile wall, but your mood soured when you looked in the mirror. It was disorienting to see that face on this submarine. To see that face anywhere but at Doffy’s side.

You managed to pull yourself out before you fell too deep, but this time you didn’t push it away. No hiding, no running in fear. 

Doffy lived there, behind your misty eyes. The weight of his presence hung around your shoulders like that heavy, pink coat. Your body screamed with the need to be safe, the need to be whatever he wanted you to be. His laugh echoed in your skull as he called for his “pretty doll.”

But you weren’t a doll anymore. 

I’m a Heart Pirate now, Doffy. And I’m gonna help Law kill you.

Likes, comments, and reblogs bring me all the ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: Heeeyyyy we made it. We completed the fic request. It's over... Lol, not! I have so much more planned for this story, but there will be a pause here while I circle back to another fic. But fret not, I'm obsessed with this story, and have already outlined some upcoming chapters!

Thank you so much for joining me! Again, I hope none of you relate to the reader's trauma, and her struggle to enjoy her own pleasure, but if you do, you're not alone 🖤 I hope you are given all the patience and love you need so that you can enjoy all the pleasure you desire.

You deserve to feel good!!

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Part 6

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Now That I "See" You - An Ominis Gaunt x Reader One Shot

I've edited this so many times and yet I keep finding typos and mess ups 😥. I hope it's all better now.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader One Shot

Fluff? I think? I'm new to this. It's not spicy so.

Temporary eyesight, kissing, cuddling...I think that's it XD

(I got this idea from deaf people having Cochlear implants to be able to hear and I thought, what if they made glasses so you could only see when you wear them? (Using magic obviously, I know we can’t do that IRL) Also, if you got tired or overwhelmed seeing things, you could just take them off! Similar to the implants, when you don’t want to hear, you can just take the magnets off. Anyway I’m not the best at writing, but this idea was in my head for a long time! Enjoy!)

Basically: You’ve been working on a temporary fix to help Ominis see. You’ve tried multiple potions, charms, the lot. You came up with an idea to somehow enchant a pair of glasses to help him see. You’ve tried quite a few times, but you felt this pair was the one!

"I've done it!"

I yell as I sprint over to where Ominis is. He's in his usual spot. The cold, hard floor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.

"You've said that at least a hundred times already" He teased, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked in your general direction.

You shoot him a playful glare which he can sense, making his smirk grow wider. "Oh c'mon, try to be a little more supportive than that! This is for you, you know!"

I reach into my bag and pull out my invention as previous forms of it spill out, littering the floor. Pairs of glasses. Enchanted glasses to be specific. 

These are intended to let the user see temporarily while they have them on. Ominis has been very patient with you through this long process with each prototype, each one giving no new result so far aside from one that made him see a blinding light once. You apologized again and again until he scolded you. He asked you to continue in the hopes that that meant there was some improvement in store.

You'd been at it for hours, days. The dark circles under your eyes making it more than evident of your sleep deprivation. Fortunately, the boy you care so much to stay up these ungodly hours for didn't notice, or so you thought.

"I hope these work this time, for your sake." He definitely noticed. “I don’t understand why you’re going through all of this effort in the first place, (Y/N) .”

I sigh. “Do I need a reason? If I must, I was curious if there was anything that could be done. When Sebastian told me your family tried everything, I felt like there had to be something!

“You sound an awful lot like Sebastian right now.” He chuckled softly as I instruct him to close his eyes before placing the glasses on his face, resting them on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes opened slowly as he felt the cold metal against his nose. Nothing. No difference. Not even the brightness that hurt his eyes with the last pair. He comes up with something, anything to hear the smile in her voice.

“I think I see something! Little shapes!” He tries to settle his voice as he lies, but it’s obvious to  you.

“It’s alright,” You sigh in defeat, sinking to the floor to sit beside him. “I thought for sure this one would work! I used anything I could that claims to improve eyesight!”

He tilts his head toward you, a playful smirk growing on his face, “(Y/N), you can’t improve eyesight that wasn’t there to begin with.” He meant to say it in a teasing, yet comforting way, but then he heard a sniffle and quickly reached out to you, pulling you towards him before you could start crying. 

“Shh..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, darling.” He rubs your back gently as he tries to soothe your disappointed heart. “I don’t need to see to be happy. I have you and Sebastian in my life. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” One hand moves to your hair while the other searches for and cups your cheek. “I don’t need sight to know how much I’m cared for, nor how beautiful you are.”

At this you blush slightly, the heat carrying over to his fingers. Your frown curling into a smile. “I know that…but I wanted to try. You deserve to see this beautiful world.”

He puts a finger to your lips, cutting you off. “All I want is to be here with you, my dear.” Ominis traces his finger along your lips. “And maybe a kiss as well” You look into his cloudy blue eyes, a mischievous glint dancing across them.

“That can definitely be arranged.” You reach for him and pull him close, connecting your lips, the kiss laced with passion and understanding. Feeling his kiss settled your sadness and desire to keep trying to help him see. You relax almost enough to fall asleep in his arms, but tense up when you start slipping. 

After a few moments you pull away. “You know it’s a shame, you look very handsome in these glasses.” 

He chuckles, lifting a hand to caress your cheek. “If you’d like, I’ll wear them for a bit.” His eyes widen suddenly and flicker around your face. He…sees something! Similar to his wand, being able to see shapes, silhouettes of people and objects, but a bit different. He can see a bit more shapes. 

You notice his eyes travel to yours, locking onto them. “Ominis?” You look at him, a confused, concerned expression plastered on your face. He can see the outline of your eyebrows turning inward.

“I..I can see..maybe not everything, but…(Y/N)..I think it worked after all!” He cups your face, still looking into your eyes, lifting his hands to your face to feel the features he sees. “This is incredible! I see my hands moving, the outline of your jaw, your eyes.” He pauses for a moment, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. “You’re beautiful (Y/N)! Just as I thought! Oh Merlin, this is incredible!”

You take a moment to register his words, blinking rapidly. Finally, your face softens and you smile. “It worked?”

“Yes! I can see far more than I can with my wand!” He reaches down with ease and grasps your hands tightly. “Thank you (Y/N), truly.” 

Feeling both accomplished and full of love for this man, you pull him into a tight embrace. You both hold each other, tearing up slightly from the excitement. You immediately start thinking of more experiments to try out.

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 4

FAN JOY JULY!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky struggles to stay awake as the chain travels. 1.3k, angst and hurt/comfort. Also Legend decided to use she/her pronouns in this one, apparently. Good for her

Art pieces:

Sky snoozing by @narsh-poptarts Sky and Wars napping by @sraksha

My favorite thing about narsh-poptarts's art is how much the pose mimics the one in the game. Even later in life, blorbo is still the same eepy blorbo. I also think the pose is cool and it looks hard to draw!

Sraksha's art is always amazing. It's such a distinct, soft style that is perfect for two blorbos napping. I love how Warriors is smiling in the second panel. He is very proud of himself for helping his brother be comfy <3

Chapter warnings: could be read as dissociation, but is intended to be blorbo being soooo fucking tired. Also Sky continues to be an unreliable narrator with low self esteem and internalized ableism (directed towards himself, not others)

“You good, Sky?”

Sky held back a sigh and forced a small smile instead. Ever since they found him passed out beneath the tree, one of the other heroes was never far from Sky. He was glad he was used to living in close quarters on Skyloft and used to Groose’s anxious clinginess; some of the others surely would’ve snapped by now. Every time he felt frustration bubbling at his family’s overbearing concern, he had to remind himself that he was thankful they cared so much.

Legend was watching him with thinly veiled concern. Against his will, Sky’s eyes darted to the braces on Legend’s knees and the compression gloves on her hands. Sky felt the burn of shame. He could ignore the ache in his joints and the fatigue dragging him down. He didn’t want to be the one to slow down the group. 

“I can keep going,” Sky said. 

“Not what I asked.”

Sky felt the tips of his ears go pink. “I’m okay. Are you? Do you need a break?”

“If I need a break, I’ll ask for one,” Legend said pointedly, narrowing her eyes at Sky. 

Sky shrugged and turned away. A break would be nice, but he didn’t need one. The pain wasn’t unbearable yet, and he was still moving. As long as he wasn’t assigned to a watch shift tonight, and they made it to a place to stop early in the day tomorrow, it would be fine. He could handle it.

Legend’s stare weighed on Sky’s shoulder for another moment, before Sky heard her huff and stomp away. Disappointment twinged in Sky’s chest, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. His gaze went back to his feet and he tried to let himself zone out, just barely watching for hazards he could trip on. It was easier than focusing on the pain in his hips or knees or back or feet or head or the one weird, sharp twinge in his ankle— that was new, what was that about?

It must have worked, because next thing he knew, Four’s stopped feet appeared in his view. Sky barely scrambled to a stop before he ran into Four, and he still had to put a hand on Four’s shoulder to steady himself. He muttered an apology as he took a step back. Four smiled and waved it away. 

Sky glanced around. They were still in the woods— which did not make Sky want to cry, not at all. The path ahead was split into three forks. Wild, Time, and Twilight were crowded around a broken signpost trying to make sense of the directions. 

Pain slammed into him with full force. His legs were shaking minutely. Sky felt himself sway, and he desperately looked around for the nearest tree to discreetly lean against. Things always felt worse just standing. If they were going to be here for more than a few more seconds, Sky really needed to find a spot to rest. 

“Hey,” Legend said quietly. 

Sky looked at her in surprise. She inclined her head towards Sky’s left and raised her eyebrows. Sky followed her gaze and saw a tree stump partially hidden from Sky’s view. Sky felt himself sag with relief and immediately went for the stump. He collapsed on top of it with less grace than he would like to admit. Against his will, his eyes slid shut immediately. He crossed his arms and clenched his fists into the fabric of his sleeves as he breathed through the wave of pain in his hips and back with the new pressure. 

The voices of the others faded into background noise as Sky began slipping into a light doze. Sky could still hear the words, but he didn’t put much effort into processing them. Someone would get him when they needed to move again. 

A voice rose louder than the others. “Um, guys?” 

Sky startled, ever so slightly. Sky knew he should probably open his eyes to see what the problem was, but he couldn’t muster the energy. There was a span of silence.

“Is this a safe place to make camp?” 

“Fresh monster tracks.”

Another pause. The voices faded into a buzz. 

“Sky.”

Sky jolted, then winced as his back twinged. He rubbed his dry eyes. “Hm?”

Hyrule smiled apologetically and held out a hand. “We’re moving on.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Sky stifled a yawn as he took Hyrule’s offered hand and let the traveler pull him to his feet. “Thanks.”

Hyrule’s smile widened. “‘Course.”

As they started to walk again, Sky tried to focus on anything besides his body. He looked around the path and noticed a hero was missing.

“Where’s Twilight?” Sky asked. 

“Scouting ahead,” Hyrule said. His ears twitched, and wasn’t looking at Sky. If Sky had any energy, he would’ve pressed. His thoughts were too heavy for that, so Sky just hummed a reply. 

An amount of time passed. Sky didn’t know how much. Staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other was taking all his concentration. An amount of time passed, and then Twilight was jogging down the path towards them. 

“There’s a cave close. A few monsters outside, but it don’t look too deep. We can clear it,” Twilight said. 

Sky frowned. His accent was thicker than usual. That usually meant he was tired, hurt, or stressed. 

“It’s a tight fit, though,” Twilight continued. 

“We’ll split up,” Time said. “Legend?”

Legend shook his head. “I’d rather keep moving.”

“I can stay,” Warriors said.

“Um.” Sky cleared his throat. His ears pinned themselves to his head as Sky grabbed his sailcloth to fiddle with it. “I don’t think I would be the most helpful right now.”

Warriors, with clear movements in Sky’s line of sight, patted Sky’s shoulder. “We’ll stay back.”

“I’ll stay, too. I’ve got a bit of a headache,” Four said, tapping his temple lightly with one finger. 

“Come on, then. It’s close,” Twilight said. 

“Stay safe,” Warriors called as the group left. 

Sky’s eyes burned, both with forming tears and the dryness of exhaustion. He hated feeling like he let the others down. He hated being too slow. 

Sky stepped far enough to be off the path and collapsed in a heap against a rock. He curled his sailcloth around himself and let his eyes slide shut, then let his head fall against the rock. His entire body throbbed. 

“Do you need anything for the headache?” Warriors asked. 

“No, it’s not bad. More pressure than pain, really. I’ll stand watch if you want to…” Four trailed off.

Sky’s neck protested the angle with sharp pains. He huffed a watery breath of frustration and dragged an arm up to rest between his head and the rock. 

Leaves crunched as footsteps approached. 

“Sky?” Warriors asked softly. His voice was closer than Sky expected. He dragged his eyes open and saw Warriors kneeling beside him. 

“Hm?”

“Do you want to lean on me? It’ll be more comfortable than the rock.”

Sky briefly considered protesting, but exhaustion and pain won over. He nodded wordlessly and pushed himself off the rock just a bit. Warriors smiled and settled against the rock just behind Sky with his head pillowed on his hands.

“Touch is okay?” Sky had to check.

Warriors smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Here.”

Warriors gently guided Sky to lean back against his side. With the way he had his arms up, Sky’s head fit securely on his shoulder. Sky scooted until his back was fully supported and extended his sharply aching knee. He wanted to thank Warriors, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his mouth. 

Sky’s eyes slid shut as the aching in his body settled. He’d be sure to thank Warriors tomorrow.

Endnotes: By the way, in case any of the implied stuff wasn’t clear: when Legend left Sky, she went up to Time and Wild and said “Birdbrain needs a break. Don’t make it obvious.” And then when Sky’s on the stump, they’re trying to figure out if they can stop and rest because Sky is clearly having a horrible time. Wolfie is sent to scout for the nearest place to rest, even though they won’t make it to wherever they were going. And they split up on purpose so Sky doesn’t have to fight. There is plenty of room at the cave. Sky doesn’t know any of that though. Blorbos :)

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi and sorry to bother. I wanted to ask if you do writing request? It would be nice to get a request from you about a Kix x reader fic where Kix would take care of a sick reader. But it's okay if you don't do request and you can just ignore what I said.

the prettiest bother I have

Request for @bullfinch-lover

Pairing: Kix/gn reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Tags/warnings: domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication, plus syringes but no actual injections

Summary: Kix returns home from a long deployment to find you sick with a wisdom tooth infection. It’s not what you had intended to welcome him home with

A/N: well, this wasn’t what I had envisioned when I started writing this. Then again, I didn’t really know what my plan was. Until my life decided to throw personal experience at me, and I decided to make the best of it. So uh, this isn’t the traditional flu sickness, but considering I’ve still felt like crap and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I still think it counts. Hope you enjoy. Also, please note that I am a visually impaired writer who is currently working without a beta. I do my best, but there are still going to be things that I miss.

“Are you finished eating, cyar?”

Kix’s voice cuts through the constant, throbbing ache in your jaw, and your unfoundedly intense interest in pushing the mashed potatoes and steamed soft vegetables around on your pla

You should eat more. You know you should, especially when you take into consideration the effort that your partner had put into curating it when he had returned to you after his most recent deployment, only to find you curled up on the couch, struggling with a wisdom tooth that had picked up an infection because food and debris kept getting caught beneath the hole between part of your tooth and gums.

The whole, you think glumly, still somewhat annoyed. You hadn’t even noticed it was there until, after a week of persistent jaw pain that you had at first played off as a headache until it never went away, the medical droid had informed you of its existence. Why in the name of the galaxy there was a hole there to begin with, you didn’t have a clue, and didn’t bother asking the medical droid, because whenever you dared to ask them a question, whether it was just their no nonsense programming, or your low self-esteem, they had a habit of making you feel stupid for not knowing the answer to begin with.

Regardless, this brings you back to the here and now, but when you open your mouth to respond, your jaw gives you what you can only assume is a warning twinge, and you hesitate, shaking your head after a moment.

“If I say yes, you’ll make me gag on that awful mix of salt water again,” you grumble with an exaggerated grimace, folding your arms and propping them against the table.

Kix leans back in his seat across from you, fixing you with a look. Patiently, in a tone that suggests this isn’t the first time you’ve had this discussion, he explains “We have to flush out the area regularly, especially after you eat. It’ll help keep the site  clean and clear out infection.”

“I have antibiotics for that,” you point out, but he’s already on his feet, stepping around the table and guiding your arm through his, pulling you up from your seat and towards the kitchen.

“Come on, lovely,” he encourages, giving you one of his charmingly handsome smiles that makes it almost impossible to say no to him on the best of days. “It’ll only take a minute.”

*

“One more,” Kix decides, plunging the syringe back into the cup, mixed with lukewarm water and salt.

If you were doing this by yourself, this would have been a one and done thing, maybe more than once a day if you were feeling up to it, which, right now, you most certainly are not. But fortunately and unfortunately, your boyfriend is a medic, he insists on being completely, and in your opinion excessively, thorough, going as far as using a tiny mirror to examine the hole in your tooth to make sure he’s clearing out any leftover food that’s gotten stuck in it.

You let out a sigh, but don’t put up much more of a fuss, opening your mouth without prompting and allowing him to flush the solution into the hole, waiting for you to wrinkle your nose and spit it out into the sink. 

He checks again, and you can tell by the slight downward tilt of his lips what he’s about to say before he even says it. “Okay, I lied. One more time, cyar’ika,” he says gently, depressing what’s left in the syringe before refilling it. “I promise, this is the last one, and then I’ll leave you alone to rest.”

“Kiiix,” you whine, pouting in a way that might put a toddler to shame. This is stupid, ridiculous that you’re getting upset about this, because what’s the big deal? It doesn’t even hurt, just feels gross and tastes gross and you’re just so over it. You’re tired, and it hurts, and nothing is making it not hurt and you’re upset that you’re even getting more upset because it shouldn’t be this hard.

Kix lets out a soft sigh, then places the syringe back into the cup, instead, gently cradling your face between his hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to your forehead, lingering there a moment.

“I know how much you’re hurting right now,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin, and somehow, those words, the simple acknowledgement that he understands how hard this is for you brings an unexpected lump to form in your throat. 

He pulls back, gentle smile on his face as he continues, in a tone that’s much lighter. “I know that this is gross and you’d probably prefer to spit it out in my face whenever I make you do it,” he says, giving you a small nudge. “Just one more for me, meshla. Then you can sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” you huff,  sounding dejected. “I haven’t been able to sleep, Kix.”

“I know, cyar,” he breathes, his voice soft and empathetic. “I could hear you tossing and turning last night, trying to get comfortable.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, your stomach twisting with guilt as you avert your eyes to the ground. 

Here he was on shore leave for the first time in months, undoubtedly his first time in a warm, comfortable bed in all that time, and here you were, making his life harder, and making him do his job when all he should be getting right now is well-deserved rest and comfort.

“Shh, none of that,” he murmurs gently, fingers delicate as they tilt your chin up from the ground. “Open up, cyar. Let’s do this one more time, and then we’ll see if we can’t figure something out to make you more comfortable, hm?”

You raise a curious eyebrow at that, seeing the thoughtful look in his eyes that suggests he’s planning something. But before you can ask about it, you comply, opening your mouth and allowing him to guide the syringe into the small gap. As he works, he continues to speak, the cadence of his voice providing a constant, soothing melody to ground yourself in.

“Tilt your head back for me. Yeah, that’s it. I know, it doesn’t taste nice. Doing so good. Almost done, meshla.”

When he checks again, you’re relieved when he declares that he is satisfied with his work, and he sends you off to lie down. 

“Won’t you come with me?” You ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Normally, you’d be more reserved. But with how you’re feeling right now, you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re feeling clingy and want cuddles.

“I will shortly, ner cyar,” he reassures you, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders and giving you a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “I’m just going to pop into the medbay on base, but I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Contented with that, you migrate to the couch, flopping down and preparing yourself for a few hours of countless position changes, in hopes to find one that miraculously makes the pain in your jaw hurt less.

*

It’s not working. 

This infuriated exclamation rings throughout your ears as you sit up, removing the useless ice pack from where it’s been pressed against your cheek. Some medical site on the holonet said it would help reduce inflammation and pain. Whoever wrote that article, you think, as in a fit of utter frustration, you hurl the ice pack across the room, was a complete liar.

When you don’t hear the ice pack dully thud against the floor as expected, and instead hear a thump as it collides with something more high up, more solid, followed by a soft “Oof,” your eyes fly across the room. 

Across the room to where you had half hazardously thrown it and where, unbeknownst to you, Kix was standing, having just entered the room.

“Oh,” he says, his tone only slightly surprised, his face held completely impassive as he bends to pick the ice pack up from where it’s landed at his feet.

“Well, that isn’t the first time that’s happened to me,” he continues, sounding utterly unfazed and almost amused as he straightens.

You decide, in this moment, that the only thing you can do to preserve what little dignity you have, is to pull the blanket over top of your head, and simply never show your face again.

“Hey, no, don’t hide, meshla,” he soothes, and you feel a slight dip in the couch as he moves to sit beside you, first tugging at the blanket, then pulling your head into his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you grown, cheeks burning. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. I I just...”

“Bad timing,” he reassures, gently pressing a finger to your lips and leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s all it was.”

After a moment, he moves his fingers to gently stroke along your cheek, delicately feeling around the sore side of your jaw.

“I presume you feel the same?” He asks, his voice quiet as he peers down at you.

“Umhm,” you agree with a long sigh. “Hurts too much to get comfortable.”

He hums softly in understanding, fingers running through your hair. “I might have something that can help with that.”

Those simple words have you peeking up at him with cautious optimism, as if he’s the son and this is the first time you’re seeing it on a rainy day.

He gently nudges you up into a sitting position, propping pillows beneath your back as he holds up a small bottle of pills. 

“Give it,” you say without hesitation, holding out your hand expectantly. At this point, you don’t care what it is. You’ll take it if it means even a small amount of relief from this hell.

“Really, cyar,” he says, his voice half teasing, half chiding even as he pops the lid. “You should at least ask me what I’m about to give you.” You only shrug half heartedly in response.

He pours out a pill and holds it in his hand, not giving it to you yet. “I went to the medbay to get this for you. Though it contains traditional painkillers that we have at home, I need to also warn you that it contains a narcotic, which, amongst helping relieve the pain, will also make you pretty drowsy, and, with the little sleep you got last night, will most likely knock you out.”

“Wonderful,” you respond immediately, shooting him a smile that quickly turns into a grimace as your jaw throbs in protest. “I’ll take it.”

“Let me just get you a glass of water,” he says, turning away.

“I don’t need water,” you protest, even as he’s turning to move into the kitchen. “I can swallow pills without it.”

Okay, while  that’s technically true, it’s not the most comfortable experience. But you can do it, and apparently, you’re so eager to have drugs in your system that you’re too impatient to wait even a few moments longer that you’ll take the discomfort. Kix, on the other hand, does not approve of this idea. 

He spins on his heel, turning back to face you,  one hand immediately going to his hip. You recognize the unyielding medic look just as it falls into place over his features.

“You will do no such thing,” he says sternly, fixing you with a piercing look, as if he’s mildly horrified by the very suggestion. “Do you realize how much of a choking hazard swallowing pills dry is?”

At your lack of response, he turns, moving to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a glass of water. You take your meds gratefully, and Kix carries you up to bed.

*

“How’s that?” Kix murmurs softly, his voice just above a whisper.

You’re lying on your stomach, soft and warm blankets tucked around you in your bed as you wait, not so patiently, for the meds to kick in. You’re already sleepy, though, and the way Kix is running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the base of your scalp and occasionally lightly pressing into the back of your neck with his thumbs to ease some of the tension is quickly bringing you there, in spite of the pain that is only now beginning to reseed.

You hum a soft sound of approval, then whisper a quiet “Don’t stop, pleease,” as his thumbs sweep over your temples, rubbing soft, soothing circles over them, pressure light, taking care not to irritate any points that are sore, especially around your upper jaw.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, meshla,” he whispers, leaning down to press a light kiss to the back of your shoulder. 

“Kix?” You say hesitantly after a few moments, your eyes still closed. At his soft “Mmh?” In response, you continue.“Sorry you’re starting your shore leave off like this, love,” you say with a deflated sigh.

“What do you mean, cyar’ika?” He asks gently, shifting to lie down beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Like this,” you say, confused and slightly exasperated because he doesn’t get it. “Like, instead of getting any time for yourself or going out and having fun you’re here, taking care of me. I should be taking care of you right now and instead, I’m just making you do your job.” You press your lips together, adding in a slightly trembling whisper “I’m just being a bother.”

“Ner Kar’ta,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around you a fraction as he looks down at your face. “Why would you think that you’re bothering me?”

“Because,” you say, as if that’s all the explanation he needs, not able to hide your confusion now. “You spend all your time taking care of your brothers and then you come home and tell me about how much of a handful they are and how many headaches they give you and I just, I didn’t want you to have to deal with all this when you came home.”

“It’s adorable that you even think that you could be as much of a handful as my vode,” he muses, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head to look up at him. “First of all, my beautiful cyar,” he whispers, running his thumb along your bottom lip, before leaning forward and softly pressing his against yours. “You’re a lot nicer to look at,” he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes are warm, and looking at you intently. “You’re not a bother, meshla,” he a firms. “Even if you throw ice packs at me and threaten to give me a heart attack by suggesting that you take your medication dry,” he continues with a smirk, lightly poking your side, which pulls a small giggle out of you.

“You never could be,” he says softly, pressing his forehead against yours before replacing it with his lips, where he lingers. “And,” he speaks again, his voice half playful, half sincere. “If you are a bother, then you’re my bother, and it seems to me, meshla, that you’re the prettiest bother I have.”

*

That night, you sleep, for the first time in a week, the whole night through, your pain much diminished, and your heart much less troubled, because Kix is there, his strong arms holding you tightly, and his skilled hands, gentle but unwaveringly steady as they hold you together.

[littleoddwriter]

Hey, could you please do Edward Teach x ftm reader where reader is having dysphoria and Ed comforts him?

Wrong Body | Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Trans!Male!Reader

Hey there! Thank you for the request and waiting so patiently for it. I hope you like what I've done with it! <3 summary; You're feeling particularly dysphoric and Ed comforts you. notes; Trans!Male!Reader; TW for rather explicit Gender Dysphoria; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Ed's trying his best; Kissing; Short Fic.

Ao3. Ko-Fi.

It was a pretty calm day on the ship. Ed was lounging about in his cabin with you sitting across from him. Neither of you had been talking for a while, simply enjoying each other’s quiet company as you often did. 

But every few minutes, sometimes even seconds, the rustling of your clothes disturbed that wonderful ambience. It wasn’t so much the noise your clothes would make that distracted him, but rather the small noises you made when you adjusted yourself. Quiet huffs of annoyance, frustrated grunts, and the like.

“What’s goin’ on?” Ed asked eventually, a little harsher than intended, but he was as concerned as he was also annoyed by your constant need to retouch your appearance and position. 

“Nothin’,” you muttered, grumbling a little. 

Frowning, Ed sat up and leaned into your personal space, looking at you closely with sharp eyes, which softened as soon as he saw the look on your face. You weren’t being rude to him. You were simply exhausted and distressed. 

“Y/N…” he sighed softly, trying again, but more gently. “What’s botherin’ you?”

While answering him this time, you grabbed your shirt with barely contained rage behind your motions, adjusting it yet again. Your voice reflected that aggression, “Just… my fuckin’ clothes not fittin’ my stupid body right. Damn it!” Your tightly clenched fist hit against your leather-clad thigh.

“What are you talkin’ about? They fit you just fine!” Edward told you, confused by your outburst and reasoning behind it.

“No, they don’t! They make me look like a fuckin’ woman!” 

Realisation dawned on him, “Oh,” he whispered, elongating the sound.

He’s never actually witnessed you like this. Never as angry and distressed, at least. Most of the time, you seemed indifferent if maybe a little melancholic about the fact that you weren’t born in a guy’s body. 

Putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, Ed caught your attention again, making you look him in the eyes. He’s never been the most affectionate person, but he’d let his guard down around you several times; especially now that you’d started growing closer a while ago.

“That’s not how I see you at all. You know that, right?” Edward spoke softly, but with firmness behind his words. “I don’t really know or understand what you’re goin’ through, mate, but I know that you’re a handsome guy. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter what body you were born in. Or what your clothes look like. I think you’re fuckin’ hot in this outfit.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him and didn’t say anything. He shot you an uncertain smile, thinking that he might have just messed up and made you feel worse. But he felt your shoulders relax under his hand, some of that tension leaving your body with a deep sigh.

“I feel like it’s all too tight, like it’s just showing off what I was born as. And it makes me feel awful. Why couldn’t I have been born in the body I was meant to have?” you told him quietly.

Ed’s hand tightened around your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly with his thumb. He didn’t understand that, either. Why was it that way? It seemed unfair. Ridiculous even, if he was being honest. But he believed every word about how you felt. How could he not? Clearly, it was real for you. Feeling like you were meant to be a man, but having been put in the wrong body before birth. It was like a cruel joke.

“I don’t know,” Edward told you with all the sympathy he felt for you, “but I know that you’re a man either way. You know that, too. And so does the entire crew. Nobody on this ship thinks of you as anythin’ but one of us. One of the mates.”

You couldn’t help the smile that his words put on your lips. It felt and looked a little strained, as you were still upset; but it was a start. Edward returned the smile, more brightly even. 

Leaning in some more, Ed pressed his lips against yours, his impressive beard tickling your bare skin. He put his free hand on your cheek, holding onto it and guiding your head to fit your mouth better against his own. 

When he pulled away, he hummed softly, “I’m just gonna say it again. You look really fuckin’ hot in this outfit.”

Ed could feel your cheek grow hot against his hand and he grinned. You opened your mouth to say something and he saw the uncertainty in your eyes, so he captured your lips in another searing kiss, preventing you from arguing what he told you. He’d help you see the truth in his words eventually.

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Some people have pointed out you can extremely easily pick the lesbian flag out the leaked howleens hair. While this is probably a delightful coincidence I’m wondering how you feel about howleen being the lesbian rep instead of clawdeen? Would it be a nice treat or a cop out?

You super can! Her hair looks like the sunset flag just upside down.

I want GOOD queer rep in Monster High! I want it almost as much as I want diverse body types. I want it so badly. I’ve DUG deep and unearthed some some queer rep crumbs. Zomby Gaga was technically our first Bisexual Doll, Greta Gremlin is technically our first trans doll with Frankie being the second, Neighthan & Valentine we’re both intended and coded to be gay men written by a gay man. But where or… should I say were was our lesbian rep? Garrett proudly declared Clawdeen as a Lesbian and because he was the creator most fans took his word as law… but this didn’t feel like a victory to me, it felt hollow. It bothered me & I couldn’t figure out why, after being called Lesbophobic by a dozen people on Twitter for daring to disagree with Father Monster it hit me! Years prior Garrett was asked outright if he wrote Clawdeen to be a lesbian & he said it was never intended her to be that way but he supports people who see her as gay. NOW fast forward like 2-3 years? Garrett left Mattel, he was not fired he left. Garrett declares Clawdeen as a Lesbian. The timing is important because not only did this come after admitting she was never written to be a lesbian, he said it years after he left Mattel and no longer had any influence on Monster High, Clawdeen was no longer his character. His word now means nothing. This? Was messy and unfair to lesbians who deserve to have good rep! Not just a sloppy afterthought tagged on later. Mattel clearly did not agree & hammered it home in G3 that Clawdeen’s hobby is “flirting with boys” and in the live action movie Deuce is crushing on her and the feeling is mutual. This had to hurt lesbians who see themselves in her and that? Was cruel. (I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Bisexual Clawdeen).

Now! I told you that story to tell you this story: Howleen has never had a canon love interest, she is also 14, these two things are related because in the episode Fierce Crush there is some type of full moon event going on that is making all of the werewolves lovey-dovey. (It’s probably mating season, but this is a kids show.) it's the first full moon of the lunar leap year.

There werewolves are giving their lunas a token of their love, This Crescent Moon High boy gives his ghoul his class ring.

Clawd gives Draculaura his varsity jacket. (someone please draw her absolutely swimming in that jacket pls)

Dee O'Gee gives his luna his... flea collar... how sweet of him...?

and Clawdeen tells Howleen not to fall into that “I gotta get a boyfriend” trap because she is too young. Howleen takes this as great personal offensive & says she’s not in a manner very fitting of someone whose obviously not mature enough to be dating yet. On cue Romulus helps Howleen with her stuck locker & she makes goo goo eyes at him, Clawdeen instantly tries to curb stomp that by gently reminding Howleen that Romulus used to puppy-sit her.

She tells her friend Lothar who...is someone we have never seen before this moment and we will never see again... That she "Really Likes" Romulus. As her friend, he tries to give her good advice and the advice he gives her IS good advice but she messes up and sets Romulus on fire.

But her attempts to impress Romulus are all in vain because apparently he's into.... The Create A Monster Wolf girl!?!?

Sure... Why not?

Anyways Howleen is kinda bummed by this and Lothar comforts her telling her that "If he can't see how furrific you are? then it's his loss"

Which is once again, really good advice. Lothar is pretty wise for someone we've never met before and we will never see again... Pity, we could have used a wise chubby little brother troll doll.

But then oh no! he likes Howleen! but she only see's him as a friend and the episode ends with narration from Frankie that "Romance can be pretty tricky sometimes. For every Monster who wont notice you, There's someone behind you, you're not noticing and someone right behind them" implying this slug girl has a crush on Lothar. WTF she's cute too! give us slug girl little sister doll!

Now NORMALLY I would say this is Howleen expressing an attraction to boys. That's usually my M.O. of ringing that cow bell that she's into boys and that automatically rules out Lesbian but still keeps the door open for her being Sapphic And OH BOY! I’m gonna eat my own words here but part of being being emotionally mature is admitting when your wrong and I don't think this attraction to Romulus is genuine. I think she is just trying to spite Clawdeen which is her usual M.O., Seem more mature than she is and she's probably feeling pressure from this lunar new year thing, I don't think she's actually into Romulus considering It has never come up before this episode and it never comes up again.

And I'm glad it never comes up again because it's fuckin' gross. He's way too old for her and I mean that in a serious way not in my usual "Romulus is absolutely a 45yr old grown ass man" way. He's gigantic and more than likely a High School Senior or even a Super Senior which puts him around 18yrs old and I know 4 years might not seem like much the older we get but that is a huge maturity gap for teenagers and totally inappropriate and possibly illegal I'm not really sure.

SO! Since that is really the only time we see her show an attraction to boys and no, I'm not counting her kissing the eyeball boy in "Why do Ghouls fall in love" that was her under the influence of Cupid's love spell and not real. it doesn't seem like she's into boys, but once she becomes friends with Twyla? they are never apart! and that is freshman shorthand for "I like You" could I be reaching? could be, maybe, it's possible... I'm not a fan of "they're dating just because they hang out a lot" but Twyla is literally the only person she trusts whose not family.

However, this is all circumstantial evidence, she's 14 and may not be into anyone! despite her protests she is still a baby.

But I don't think her being gay would be a "cop out" I think it would be wonderful lesbian rep if they plan her this way! her and Twyla is a huge ship and I find it adorable. there's gotta be SOMETHING there if so many people ship it. normally I don't go with the flow with ships I need something there.

But a lot of gay kids see themself in Howleen and if anyone could be the one to show them it's okay? it would be her. Howleen spent the entirety of G1 trying to find herself.

I think it's time she does.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

hi there! any chance i could request tighnari, kazuha, scaramouche, and/or thoma getting back together with reader after a breakup? there’s no pressure to do all four if you take this request! i just figured i’d throw out the ones i’d be most interested to see! i hope you have a great day/night!

Hi anon! I love the characters you chose and I'm sorry this is so late, school's been kicking my ass and I hope you like it!

getting back together with reader after a breakup

Tighnari

His forest ranger abilities probably got in the way and you broke up with him because he didn’t seem to put any effort into the relationship compared to his passion for the Avidya forest and the creatures inhabiting it.

You were heartbroken but knew it wouldn’t work out unless he found a way to manage his time as a forest ranger and your lover. Many times you explain the problem to Collei who did her best to try and comfort you.

It was her that marched into her master’s office and demanded that he make amends with you, telling him how miserable you are since he made it seem like his work was more important and his heart broke. Tighnari often got wrapped up in his work for hours on end and tried his best to balance both sides of his life but never intended to hurt you.

It wasn’t long before you saw your ex out of breath and desperately looking for you in front of your home, seeing tears threatening to fall from his eyes when he saw you coming back from the market and stuttering out apologies for disregarding your needs.

Afterwards you both decided that communication was key and to always somehow let the other know if work was taking over too much, helping the other out while also providing affection and spending quality times together. You both patrolled the forest together as a scheduled date and had so much fun pointing out animals or giving each other different but beautiful plants.

Kazuha

Both of you mutually broke it off because you had a job to do and the samurai didn’t like to stay in the same place which meant you almost never saw each other except for the dozens of letters your lover had sent you whenever he was away.

It was clear you both still loved one another dearly but couldn’t bear to hurt the other because of something you couldn’t control so you set up a plan to get back together.

You caught Beidou one night when she was in a tavern celebrating a recent battle that she easily one, waving to you as she caught your eyes and joyfully laughed at the idea you proposed.

She agreed and welcomed you onto her crew as a partner who’d travel with her, still working but also expanding the business to other nations (your boss loved it) and you got to spend time with Kazuha.

Night came and the wanderer was laying high up in the ropes wishing he could convey the way he felt whenever you weren’t near him and perking up at familiar bits of laughter below him, excitement pouring through him when he saw you and the captain stepping onto the deck.

He gracefully floated down with the help of his vision and smiled as so many thoughts ran through his mind, Kazuha couldn’t help to pull you away to small part of the ship when you said you’d be joining them and asked if you’d be open to getting back together (you both were cuddling in the crows nest for the rest of the day with kisses).

Scaramouche

At first you thought his insults held his true feelings but soon saw behind his mean façade and learned that his words held different meanings than it seemed, trying your best to show your affections and hoping to receive some as well (like any other relationship).

But one argument crossed the line when he dared you to leave him, saying he was better off without you and spitting at you that you were just another person that was going to betray him.

Walking out and going to your friend's place for comfort for one night, you both ended up going out to eat at Third-Round Knockout and ran into Childe who asked if you knew why the Balladeer was particularly angry today.

You told Childe what happened and he rolled his eyes at his comrade’s behavior, saying Scaramouche’s bark was bigger than his bite when it came to people he cared about and showed him how hurt you felt.

The next day you were walking with Childe who said he wanted to bring you somewhere and that place was locking both you and the sixth harbinger in a room until you both made up, feelings sparks of electricity fill the air and wildly zap around you both on account of Scaramouche’s anger.

One of them shocked you causing you to hiss and recoil away from him, this didn’t go unnoticed by your ex-lover who seemed to freeze and flash an expression of guilt.

After a minute of silence you spoke up and told him how you felt like he didn’t care about you which brought about a strong “no” from Scaramouche, sighing and sitting down near you.

He told you that he was familiar with all these “human” emotions, new sure if he could trust you enough but held a deep amount of care for you. You leaned forward and lay your head on his shoulder, whispering if you could be together again and he nodded as he ran his fingers through your hair (unconsciously cradling you closer).

Thoma

The reason you both probably broke up in the first place was because he was constantly working and couldn’t spend as much time with you as he wanted, causing you to consistently complain that he’s never around.

You both ended up breaking up because his work at the Kamisato Estate was getting in the way of your relationship and Thoma didn’t want you to get hurt, apologizing and kissing your forehead before smiling sadly.

Weeks passed and you both missed each other dearly, even the Kamisato siblings could see how their housekeeper wasn’t the same and missed seeing you drop by to check in on your lover or deliver goods to them.

They both politely asked you to talk to each other and they’d rework Thoma’s workload since the blond barely had a break during the day (sometimes even the nights), you practically clung to Thoma when he revealed that he too deeply missed you. (Tears were shed.)

Ever since, both of you were so lovey and had a day dedicated to dates with the both of you switching off planning the dates, the day filled with cheek kisses and cuddling while sampling dango in the city (of course stopping by the strays to feel them).

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Vivian, the Protector of the Innocent

The cold wind beat against your skin as you cried into the night. Stress had built up inside you for the last few days and well..you just couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired, tired of the day, tired of the people around you. You carried so much on your shoulders and you felt like there was no one there to help you or hear your cries.

That’s when you saw it. The large, bulky creature stood in front of you, seemingly trying to hide itself in the trees. It’s body seemed to be top heavy with a large chest and shoulders and a thin waist. It’s front arms seemed to be crooked like a praying mantis and the clawed hand paws weren’t really separated from it’s bulky forearms. It had the face of a deer skull and it’s large antlers could easily be mistaken for tree branches. It’s eyes were oddly human and they were positioned in the center of the pitch black eye sockets. It’s silvery, grey fur shone brightly in the moonlight and it gave the beast a sort of mystical aura.

You shrieked in fear when your eyes stared directly into the creature’s eyes. “W-what is that?!” You yelled as you tried to crawl away. The beast said nothing as it used it’s strong forearms to bring itself closer. “G-get away from me!”’ You yelled at the thing before your back was pinned against a tree.

The creature raised its paw-like hand and purred softly. “There is no need to be afraid, little one.” The creature’s voice was oddly soothing and gentle. It was deep of course, but not in a frightening way. “I have come because I heard your cries and I simply wanted to help.” It said as it sat up, revealing a red, see-through belly.

“W-who are you?” You asked, voice still shaking. The creature shook it’s head, causing its ears to flop. “I am Vivian. The protector of the innocent.” Vivian tilted his head, seemingly thinking. “So you’ve come..to help me?”Your voice was beginning to calm down as you couldn’t pick up any ill intentions from him.

“Yes, little one…You seem stressed..Let me help you..” It was then that Vivian opened his jaws, his bottom jaw splitting into two. You yelped as you felt his gaping maw over you, saliva dripping from its sharp teeth. You waited for him to bite down on you, tearing your flesh to bits. However, that moment never came.

Instead, Vivian carefully started to swallow you whole. You struggled and fought against the red muscles that held you tightly, but it was of no use. The cryptid’s throat pulled you deeper and deeper into it’s belly. It purred as it did so, enjoying every second. Eventually, you were delivered into Vivian’s stomach.

The red walls moved around you and hugged you tightly. It also felt oddly warm, which felt nice but you were still inside a monster’s stomach. “Let me out!” You yelled fearfully as you struggled against the red, see through flesh. Then, you saw Vivian place a hand on his gut. “Shh, it’s okay, little one. You’re safe now.”

You tried wrapping your mind around what he was saying. “Safe?! What do you mean safe?!” You started to sob. You didn’t want to die, not here, not like this. A sad rumble came from within Vivian. “I do not intend on hurting you..I’m just trying to comfort you..” Vivian then laid on his back, resting his paws over his tummy.

You wiped away your tears as you tried to calm down. “Why did you eat me then?” You confused as to why this was his solution to your stress. “Because..it’s warm and safe..You have no need to worry..you can talk to me..Let my tummy relax you.”

You tried listening to the cryptid’s advice, which seemed to be working. Since Vivian was on his back, it made the walls of his belly slowly lift up and down. Vivian’s heartbeat was also incredibly soothing. It was soft and gentle like flowing water in a creek. You finally took a deep breath and eased your body into this strange environment.

“Feeling better?” Vivian asked softly, slowly caressing his tummy. “Yeah..” You sniffed. “Good..Now tell me..what exactly has gotten you so worked up?” You then told him all of what’s been weighting you down and why you came out here to cry.

“I see..” Vivian spoke softly. “A little flower like you deserves so much better..You’re strong, little one..I know you are..but we all need time to wind down..Just relax inside my tummy for tonight..I’ll let you out in the morning.”

“Thank you.” You sighed as you caressed the walls of Vivian’s tummy. Your eyes grew heavy with drowsiness. However, you didn’t fight it this time. You just closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

(This is introducing my new cryptid comfort pred, Vivian! He’s an recent OC of mime and I love him dearly. I’ve been stressed out lately because of school and other things, so I decided to make this to make me feel better. I hope you like it! If you want to see more Vivian stuff, just ask!)

[amberlynnmurdock]

Ben Tallmadge x Reader

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@the-summer-of-73 requested “It’s okay to cry, you know” from this prompt list.

Thank you for the request!!! I hope I did it justice :) 

Genres: angst, with a fluffy ending 

The good thing about the sweltering heat in July was that at night the temperature dropped to a somewhat comfortable temperature, allowing you and Anna to spend time together, prepping items to barter for the next morning. 

It also meant that you and her could sneak a few drinks while the soldiers carried on with their own shenanigans by their own tents. You and Anna stayed perfectly out of sight and watched with amusement: close enough to see, but far enough to be safe from them. 

Suddenly your attention is pulled to your left, when you see Major Tallmadge hurriedly running out of Washington’s quarters. To put it simply, he looked stressed. He made a beeline for his own tent, gripping the sword at his side, not paying attention to his surroundings. Concern stirred inside you. Whatever happened inside Washington’s quarters clearly did not go well for Ben. He wouldn’t ask you, but you knew he would want to see you after something like that. 

“I don’t suppose that went well,” Anna huffs. “It’s late. If you go now, I’ll make sure no one saw you.” Anna gives you a knowing look and gestures to Ben’s tent. You gave her a smile. 

“Thank you for looking out for me,” you tell her. Standing up from your stool and wiping the dirt off your dress, you too, make a beeline for Ben’s dimly lit tent. 

Upon entering, you see the Major sulking, facing a dark corner of his tent, one hand on his waist the other running a hand through his golden brown hair. He doesn’t have to turn around to know you’re there--it was something Ben was good at. He could feel your presence like a veil. 

“Not now, __,” Ben says, still facing the corner.

You sigh, “then when? Tomorrow and we pretend that I didn’t just see you storm out of Washington’s quarters? What happened?” 

“Nothing that concerns you,” Ben says sharply, turning his head slightly so you see his profile. You’re hurt by his tone, but his words, but you know deep down he doesn’t mean it--but still, it doesn’t mean he should’ve said it. He suddenly pulls at the white ties around his neck, loosening them, like they had been choking him. 

“I made a mistake coming here. I’ll leave you,” you say as you begin to turn around and leave him to brood alone. 

“Wait--” Ben suddenly says. 

Before taking another step, you feel Ben’s hand grab yours, pulling you back in. You look up at him confused, concerned, to see his deep blue eyes half hidden, and his jaw clenched. You know he’s got about a thousand thoughts swirling in his head: thoughts about the ring, thoughts about the enemies hidden in this camp, the pressure of wanting to impress Washington, and yet you wondered if he ever saved a thought for just anything that didn’t so easily affect his mood. You knew Ben was under pressure all the time, but he forced himself to come off as a composed man, who really just needed a goddamn break. 

“I’m sorry,” Ben quivers, avoiding eye contact with you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You don’t deserve it. After everything you’ve done for me--everything you are to me.” 

“Ben,” you softly say, placing a hand on his cheek that felt warm and soft. He turns his head slightly into the palm of your hand and takes a deep breath, mesmerized by your calming scent. “You don’t have to be strong always all the time. It’s okay to cry, you know.” 

All Ben does is look at you. He looks at your concerned face, your care for him, your loving and affectionate touches, and he realizes how much he doesn’t deserve anything like it. He’s a man of war, a spymaster, he’s killed and nearly been killed dozens of times--how is it possible for him to be as soft as you? He wasn’t worthy, he thought. Which is why he pushes you away. But you always intend to stay. 

A tear does fall down his cheek. Sometimes it did feel like it was all too much. It felt liberating to be able to admit that to himself, with you. 

“Ben,” you whisper, running a hand through his hair. Your fingertips brush the blue ribbon holding his hair back, and you undo the loop so it falls to the ground. You loosen his hair so it falls out of being tied back. His hair falls just short of his shoulders. 

“You’re not a Major right now. You’re Ben Tallmadge,” you tell him, “you’re a good man, who simply needs a break.” You push his blue jacket off of him so he’s just in his white shirt. You run your hand down the length of his arm and take his right hand into yours, leading him to his bed. 

Ben makes no move to stop you. He’s so used to being in control, but for once, he lets you take over. 

[houdinicorbini]

Ardyn seems to be so adorable when he wakes up next to his loved one😭. Is it okay to ask for a sleepy Ardyn cuddling with reader?<3. Don’t worry, if you can’t or don’t want to, there’s no prob ! (Also you looks so gentle but idk why honestly🐇)

This sounds like some fun/cute fluff! I like it!

<3

Trigger warnings: vague spoilers to Ardyn

It was around 7 o’clock in the morning when Ardyn first started stirring awake, not that he intentionally decided to wake up at this time, especially given that today he is actually free to do what he wants.

When he looked over at the clock that was sitting next to him on the bedside table to confirm the time, he let out a small sigh.

It truly is hard for him to just sleep in now, he’s so used to having to wake up incredibly early, that his body is quite used to it.

Damn the Empire for constantly needing him, especially at very inconvenient times.

Of course, if this was in the past, Ardyn would be completely fine with it, but now that he has someone in his life again, he’d like to spend the time he can with them.

And the Empire was starting to get in the way of that, but he doesn’t have to worry about that right at this moment.

He has the day to relax, to sleep in with this one and only.

Ardyn got closer to you, wrapping his arm from behind in an attempt to get comfortable once more. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep whenever he cuddled with you.

Especially if you let him, you were very huggable and cuddly, of course he would want to take that opportunity.

And it could be any time of the day really, once he has the opportunity to just sit and relax with you in his arms, there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll fall asleep.

Unless you two are actively doing something, like reading.

Beginning to fall asleep once more, Ardyn had you close, to the point that it would be difficult for you to escape his grip when you awaken.

And that was very true.

Maybe an hour had passed by before you began to wake.

Slowly opening your eyes, you look behind you to see a peaceful look on Ardyn’s face while he slept. You couldn’t help but smile because of it.

It’s rare that you were able to wake up to the love of your life right next to you, given his work and all, not that he’s given you the specific details of what he does.

He has fibbed a little, or a lot when it comes to his job. It’s not something he intends to bring you in on.

You carefully turned around in his grasp, not wanting to wake him just because you wanted to get closer.

Though, he wouldn’t mind if you did.

Staying an extra thirty minutes or more wouldn’t hurt. You wanted to enjoy his company for just a bit longer before you had to start the day.

But those thirty minutes eventually turned into forty, and then to fifty, until it eventually hit an hour.

You were trapped.

You didn’t want to have to wake him up, but there were things that you had planned to get done early to make things easier.

But now you were trying to figure out how to escape without waking him up.

It felt like each time you tried to move slightly, his grip would just get tighter and pull you in closer.

Which would be funny, if you had not been struggling for the past fifteen minutes to get free.

It wasn’t until your one hundredth attempt that you hear a chuckle come from behind.

“Is there a reason as to why you are so desperate to get away?” Ardyn joked, his voice obviously showing that he woke up not long ago.

“Ardyn! I apologize if have woken you, but I need to work on some things.” You say while still trying to get up.

Which you were able to sit up , for a second, until he grabbed you and dragged you down once more.

He just wanted you to think you were free.

Makes it much more amusing that way.

“You’re cruel.”

“Ah yes, I’m very aware.”

Ardyn was very adamant on making sure the both of you stayed in bed for a bit longer, this was also funny to him and he wanted to make it a game.

“I want freedom.”

“We don’t always get what we want, my Dear. It’s best you learn that now.”

You let out a playful sigh, already coming to terms with how you weren’t going to get out until he was ready.

And Ardyn was enjoying this, especially now that he knew that he had won this little battle between the two of you.

You felt him place a few kisses here and there on your head, each one longer than the last.

You could also feel yourself getting pulled into his chest, causing to to smell the remnants of his cologne from yesterday.

Yep, you were trapped.

“I’ll let you free eventually, but for now, let us enjoy this time together.” He sounded like he was on the brink of sleep once more.

Normally, you would’ve tried to fight back, in a joking way, but you were still tired too.

So, you finally gave in, given how you don’t know when a moment like this will happen again, so you both might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

And Ardyn was going to make sure of that.

And in the end, he made sure to help you with whatever chores/errands that you needed to run.

He just wanted to enjoy staying in bed with you for just a bit longer, which you did let him do. And he is grateful for that.

Though did you really have a choice?

I do hope it isn’t too short and that you enjoy!

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Angsty, depressing prompt

!TW: Violence, implied suffering from depression, gun/mention of gun, anxiety, insult, begging to be shot!

You would be startled when someone held their hand over your mouth, and you whimpered, trying to escape their hold, but they were too strong. “Why am I always your second option?” You would relax momentarily when you recognised the voice to belong to Safin, and when he could see that you were calm, he let go of you.

“What do you mean, Safin?” You asked, confused as you turned around to face him.

“You were with - him, weren’t you?” Safin guessed, and you frowned; you’d only gone to see James in the hospital to see if Emily was okay after Safin had accidentally thrown her when he’d lost his temper due to James pushing him too far.

“Why would I be?” You questioned, not wanting to upset him.

Safin sighed shakily, lowering his head partially. You expressed concern for him; you knew that he’d been feeling guilty after what had happened, and he’d been more distant from you and Sylvia - For example, he’d disappeared to the base for a few days as he wanted to be alone, to think about what he’d done to Emily. “Then where were you when I needed you the most, angel?” Safin inquired, his voice quiet and barely audible.

“I was just with one of my other friends,” you murmured, hoping he’d believe the lie, but he clearly didn’t - the hurt look on his face told you that he didn’t.

Safin attempted to harden his heart against you, not only to convince himself that he no longer cared that you were still speaking to James, but also to push you away from him more; he’d begun to feel as if that would be the best thing for you, Sylvia and Emily. Safin drew a sharp breath, forcing the tears out of his dark greyish blue eyes, before he stepped closer to you. “I threw Emily on purpose,” he stated, his voice firm; he was trying hard not to let it break. You shook your head; you knew he couldn’t have done that to Emily on purpose; he was always so good with her. “I never cared about her, and I never cared about you,” he spat, “nor do I care about Sylvia - I only regret her!” You fell quiet, feeling a spear stabbing at your heart; you couldn’t believe he’d go so far as to say that to you, and unbeknownst to you - Safin hated himself for what he was saying, as none of it was true. “I was only using you,” he claimed, thinking about what to say as he did, “I needed a distraction, but I never once intended for Sylvia to be the result of it.”

“Safin, stop,” you whined, wishing he’d tell you that he didn’t mean anything of what he was saying, before your heart could shatter completely. “You’re hurting me,” you added, and Safin tried to hide the guilt he felt, faltering briefly; he found he couldn’t continue as he let himself break.

“I’m hurting you?” Safin responded, his voice close to a whisper. “I - I am barely holding on to the rope which holds my heart and soul together,” he expressed shakily, and you couldn’t hold it back as a sob escaped your lips. Safin then dragged himself from the room, feeling as if he didn’t deserve to comfort you by hugging you or saying anything else to you.

↯

You decided to check on Safin, though you weren’t sure why after what he’d said to you, even if he was lying. You knocked on the door gently, before you warily opened it - Safin was sat down on the edge of Emily’s old, petite bed, his face in his hands. “Are you okay?” You asked, breaking the painful silence.

Safin slowly lowered his hands, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not okay,” he murmured genuinely, his voice strained. You frowned, noticing the tear stains on his cheeks, and the light tint of red in his eyes; they were sore after his crying session. “Is it okay if I - give up?” Safin inquired, and you sat beside him, attempting to place your hand on top of his, but he moved it away before you could.

“You can give up sometimes,” you answered, “but it can’t be for forever.”

Safin hesitantly glanced up at you, and you attempted to lean forward to kiss him, but he wouldn’t let you, standing up and moving away from you; he still felt as if he should try and get you to move on from him. “I’m not good for you, Emily, or Sylvie, Y/n,” he uttered, and you shook your head quickly, clearly disagreeing with him, “and because of that, I - Don’t see a future with you-”

Safin would be cut off when the door bell rang, and you winced, wondering who it could be as you hadn’t dared order anything, or invite anyone to come to your house. “I’ll - See who that is,” you mumbled, and Safin watched as you left the room, nervous, but hopeful at the same time; he wanted an escape, and if it was James at the door, he knew he could retrieve it, and he wouldn’t have to face the pain anymore. Safin listened as you opened the door, and he shuffled closer when he heard you utter ‘James’ in surprise. “What are you doing here?” You questioned, anxious; you were worried that he’d find out that Safin was in your house.

“I wanted to see how you were doing,” he answered, “so-”

James faltered when he noticed Safin exit Emily’s old bedroom, before a scowl played on his lips. You panicked, looking back at Safin. “Safin, no,” you whined; you couldn’t believe him. James pushed you out of the way, before he managed to pin Safin against the wall as he reached for his gun in it’s hidden sheath. “Don’t!” You cried, but James tried to ignore you, until he found that he couldn’t as he begrudgingly looked back at you.

Safin glanced down at the barrel of James’ gun, he just wanted James to pull the trigger already. “Please,” Safin pleaded, desperate, “pull the trigger.”

“Shut up!” James commanded, looking over at you again.

“Please don’t do this,” you begged, “let him go.”

“Don’t, just - just pull it-”

“Stop talking to me!” James yelled at Safin, annoyed and irritated by him.

“Just let him go, James,” you stammered, “a-and I’ll tell you everything, okay? I’ll answer any questions you have for me, I promise, just please don’t hurt him.”

James reluctantly withdrew his gun, though he didn’t know why he hadn’t just killed Safin on sight. “Why are you helping a monster?” Safin asked James, hoping he’d change his mind, and he considered it briefly as he glared back at Safin, but you reminded him of what you said when you murmured ‘James’ warily. James dragged himself away from Safin, who wore a disheartened expression on his face; he had bargained for himself to get shot, but now he would have to continue to suffer the pain of remembering how he hurt Emily. You pulled James out of the room, worried that he’d suddenly decide that he wanted to shoot Safin again.

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When Safin felt as if he should try and plead with James to shoot him again, he entered Emily’s old room, where you were still trying to explain the situation to James. James grunted when he noticed Safin, but you pressed him back down on the bed, worried that he’d hurt Safin. “Get out!” James demanded, and you silently pleaded for him to do as James commanded. “I don’t want to see you!” James shouted, and Safin grunted, disappointed as he removed himself from the room.

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When you’d convinced James, somehow, to leave without hurting Safin, you checked up on him, wanting to see how he was faring. “I wish that I had never met you,” Safin murmured, and you frowned, lowering your head slightly as you stepped back subconsciously, your hand finding the door handle.

“Really?” You responded, and he nodded gravely. “I just saved your life, Safin-”

“And I wish you hadn’t,” he interrupted, looking up at you, “you’ve only made things worse.”

You scowled, glaring up at him. “Why would I ever let myself help someone like you?” You uttered, and Safin bowed his head again. “You’re not good enough for me, and I hate myself for falling in love with you!” You spat, and he nodded slowly again, a pained expression on his face. “I - I’m leaving, Safin - I can’t take this anymore,” you stated, “and by the time I get back, you better be gone!”

“No!” Safin cried, finding that he felt as if he couldn’t let you go, even though he’d previously wanted this to happen as he believed that it was better for you, Emily and Sylvia. “Don’t leave me, Y/n,” he begged, “please!”

Safin stood up, his eyes full of urgency. You moved away, shaking your head. “Stay away from me, Safin!” You exclaimed, and he stopped in place, his eyes filling with tears.

“Fine,” he spat, “go - You’re useless to me.” You scowled at him, before you stormed out, and once you’d left the house, he sank on the edge of the bed again, staring ahead of him through glistening, sunken eyes.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

[atopearth]

Ikemen Prince Part 7 - Luke Randolph Route

Honestly, I'm not really into Luke even though he seems the most "normal" nice because he's a commoner, but we'll see🧐 I think the good thing is that since Luke just came to the palace like a month ago, the heroine and him can study together, I think that would be cute. Lmao, I love how Jin taught the heroine the best way to lure Luke out was to make pastries with honey in it and just walk around the garden until he smells it and looks for it😂😂 LOL, I've always wondered why Luke was in Chevalier's faction, but to think that it was because the moment Luke came to the kingdom, Clavis bribed him with honey, so he joined them was such a silly thing to imagine🤣 Does Luke express affection by picking people up? Loll. Anyway, it was sweet how the heroine told Luke that she wanted him to be there with her during lessons because it makes her feel more comfortable, considering he's the only one she can really relax with after hanging out with him in the garden all the time haha. I guess it really helps when it's a reason that's "selfish" rather than a reason that's for the benefit of him.

Jin's approach in trying to get Luke to broaden his interests and find his own way to love this kingdom and in turn become the kind of Prince he would desire to be is interesting. It's true that Luke only cares about what he likes right now and cares for nothing else, so it would be nice for him to learn more about why everyone loves the kingdom and wants to protect this country so much, since even though Chevalier may be cold, he loves the country in his own way and I guess Luke lacks that. Lmaoo when Luke just casually told his past soldier buddies that he resigned because he became a prince and that they should bow down to him now😂 Honestly, even though Luke sounds really cold by saying he doesn't particularly like or dislike his soldier "friends", I kinda get it though, which is also why when I encounter people like the heroine who can so openly love many things and people, it makes me envious because I've never felt such strong passion for anything. It's cute how good of a brother Jin is to Luke and how Luke does seem to appreciate him. I think the problem I have with Luke is that he took on the role of being prince and enjoys the luxuries of his position but refuses to contribute to the kingdom. Obviously, Sariel was the one who got him to come with him to the palace, but unlike with the heroine, I'm pretty sure he asked Luke if he wanted to go with him and he said yes. However, he's not fulfilling his duties at all and I think that irks me lol. I agree with the heroine that it was nice that he saved her, but the fact that he only prioritised her well-being and nothing else is not okay, and it wasn't okay for him to force her to leave when she wanted to help people. I'm glad she went back to do what she wanted to do.

Okayyy, Luke's mother being raped by the king was not something I expected. The poor woman, and to think Luke looks exactly like the king too, what a nightmare for her. I feel so bad for her and Luke. I'm just glad that Luke had his sister beside him to acknowledge his existence. Dude, I know Luke is hurting but seriously. Aside from the fact that he's scaring the heroine by overpowering her with his strength, he's contradicting himself. He says that they shouldn't trust the princes including him because they all have the blood of the king and so they're all "beasts", but he already said he thinks that Jin is someone he can trust even though Jin is the same as them. The only difference between Jin and the others is that Jin bothers to try his best to understand and know every single one of his brothers. Anyway, I liked how the heroine got through to Luke to an extent, I can see why Luke really likes her. Well, his family being dead was expected, but does the letter mean that Luke intends to kill himself? Ohh...I didn't realise that the little girl Jin failed to save back in the day was actually Luke's little sister and that the grave next to hers was actually empty??? That was kinda random? Anyway, it felt like Luke didn't really hesitate to cut the heroine down if she got in his way, which was kinda unnerving tbh, glad Clavis was there but I'm sure Jin wouldn't have let her die instead of him. I still think Jin breaks my heart more because he was willing to set up everything to make sure Luke would be okay even after killing him. But I'm sure it's difficult for Luke since his sister was killed right in front of his eyes when he was so desperately trying to save her.

Honestly, I'm fine with Luke's personal hatred towards Jin because that's understandable, but the fact that he's aiding the anti-monarchy faction and colluding with Obsidian because he hates the royal family is not something I can really let go. Yeah, I know he doesn't care about the people like he said in the beginning, but even if he doesn't care, his total disregard for them and the whole kingdom disgusts me. The one who caused him to have a terrible life was the king, and the one who killed his sister was Jin and not the innocent people who are just trying to live their lives. Yeah, he probably doesn't have a choice anymore because he's in too deep and knows too much, but his selfishness shows how much he doesn't care for it at all. I think if the story wants me to understand Luke's feelings better, I would need to see more about his feelings and not just the ball of hatred he is right now. Anyway, Jin's memory of seeing the heroine feed Luke her freshly baked cookies and then Luke eating it and even licking her fingers omg was so cute, especially since he saw how Luke blushed after it. Man, when Luke was shooting bullets at her, I had to agree with Luke that he's not worth risking her life for. However, love is never about whether other people think it's worth it or not, only the person in the relationship can decide whether it is, and even if you think you're dumb for doing it, as long as it's something you want and think you'll have the least regrets over, then yeah it's "worth it" imo.

I don't particularly like Luke, but I have to admit that when he asked the heroine "are you giving my life meaning?", I couldn't help but feel for him. He's been shackled with the idea that he was always unneeded and that his sister is the precious gift everyone wanted, and that she relied on him and liked him, so when she died he lost the person he cherished most and her reassurance that he existed for something. I think it really breaks my heart that it's painful but I'm glad that he's found someone that cherishes him again. Welll...I didn't expect Luke to just disappear like that for a while so he can become someone worthy for the heroine and as a prince. Like sure that's great, but could he have not left a letter or a message to Jin and say something or anything to her??? Anyway, I think Luke's answer to what kind of prince he wants to be is very him as well. He's not someone who would suddenly care about others considering everything he's been through, but after all that he knows for sure that the heroine loves him and wants him to live in this world with her at any cost, so I totally understand why he would really want to be a prince that will protect her and everything she loves. I'm fine with that. Ohh okay, Luke did leave a letter for the heroine before he left, okay that's better then haha. Anyway, Luke's epilogue was definitely more of a gateway to Act 2 than an epilogue tbh, I think after all the drama, they deserved more fluff and happiness than what we ended up getting but oh well.

Overall, Luke was a pretty average route for me, nothing special and I'd say I disliked it more than I liked it tbh. I guess it was cute in the beginning when the heroine always tried to lure Luke out with food made of honey, and they are kinda cute, but I honestly don't see their bond really being as deep as the route wanted me to think it was. I did enjoy that it was different in the sense that unlike the other princes, Luke had no desire to be a proper prince, I didn't like how selfish he was, but it was also to an extent understandable after finding out his reasons. However, I did enjoy the heroine always trying her best to tell him her thoughts and try to get him to understand her perspective and the things he can live for rather than dwelling on death. I guess if I had to just sum it up in a sentence, Luke just didn't feel worth it to me lmao, I could see how he fell in love with the heroine and stuff but I couldn't see how much he really cherishes her as his partner and his lover other than the superficial and typical stuff where he'll protect her from now on blah blah. I feel like in the end, Luke didn't deliver in terms of having stuff in common with the heroine as a "commoner" before, and he's not prince-like even afterwards because he only lives to protect what the heroine wants to protect, which is fine, but he didn't captivate me as a character as much as I would have liked even though I did enjoy exploring his “selfishness” as a prince and as a character.

[cyberspacechris]

So since my last post about master chiefs characterization did pretty well I felt it wouldn’t hurt to make a follow up just to further emphasize and appreciate the character. The point that maybe I didn’t express well enough last time is that chief is definitely a character where “less is more” with all of his backstory being established, it makes too much for sense for his character to be quiet and emotionally stunted, he was raised in an environment where he wasn’t given much freedom to speak and where any emotional turmoil he was experiencing would not be catered or supported(at least not substantially) Also despite being heavily sheltered and only being told what the UNSC wants him to know, he is by no means ignorant, he still knows about life outside of being a soldier, and he’s aware of himself well enough to know just how much being a soldier has dominated his life, enough to joke about it and acknowledge it. “thought I’d try shooting my way out, mix it up a little”, “asking is not my strong suit” When the pilot asks him why he continues to do what he does despite not having much to care about, he replies “it’s all I know” the man is aware of how limited his skillset is, but also how gifted it is too. When Cortana or the weapon tells him the deathly odds of facing whatever baddie he’s going up against he always shows unshakable conviction that he’s going to come out on top, in a completely unbragging way like it’s just a matter of fact, another symptom of his carefully constructed upbringing. Things like pessimism and doubt would be hinderances to his battlefield performance so he was trained to not give into those concepts, also his confidence is undoubtedly a side affect of his incredible history, defying odds and succeeding in places where no other soldier could (also being told by the librarian that he was basically engineered over the course of thousands of years to be perfect probably helped too lol) so the man really believes in himself, not to mention, his allies. He believes in himself just as much as the people around him, he believes in Cortana undoubtedly, half of the things he’s lived through would’ve ended differently if not for her, and also by the end of halo 3, he trusts arbiter to the point that they’re in sync with each other as they’re escaping the ark. Also I know I briefly touched on this already but he has a good sense of humor, and one that seems to be most present whenever he’s around Cortana which I love. literally the first thing he ever says to her in halo ce is a joke at her expense, and so many of their interactions are brimming with friendly banter (which again I think 343 did well with in halo 4) which just goes to highlight that chief clearly trusted Cortana the most and felt the most comfortable around her. And that gets us to his grief, something that’s present throughout all the halo games is chief’s deeps sense of regret and loss, even towards marines and Spartans he probably hardly knew, in his body language he is so visibly distraught, you can see this when he inspects private Jenkins helmet in halo ce, to when he sees dead Spartans in halo infinite. Also the fact that when sgt johnson died Cortana felt the need to console him because she knew him well enough to know that Johnson meant a lot to him :’) Every life that chief loses weighs on him so heavily, and what hurts him most is that he feels he could’ve easily saved everyone he lost if he had just done something different, it’s clearly how he felt about Cortana’s death (and subsequent resurrection and all that shit lol don’t get me started) Taking that all into account it’s again so easy to see why this guy is the way he is, you have what was intended to be just your run of the mill video game protagonist become this haunting tale of man with decades of trauma behind him, whose few sources of solace and comfort were taken away from him, yet in spite of all his suffering has the most truly indomitable and unyielding spirit of anyone, because to keep going is not just the best, but the ONLY thing he knows how to do.

the man I just described is not present in halo the series, he’s simply been replaced with someone who was deemed more fit for television audiences, and if you like his character and the show in general, absolutely no hate here, power to you, but its one of the reasons why most halo fans just don’t connect with this show.

also again he fucking had sex like what