#and I genuinely think they just don’t know how to handle or process their anger and frustration at other things and I am often the nearest

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader (Hyung Line)

A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK?! BACK AGAIN DAZED IS BACK TELL A FRIEND GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK GUESS WHOS BACK….a little short one I was able to come up with for this request. I hope y’all missed me as much as I missed y’all. I was uninspired recently but I’ve found my inspiration and I’m not as depressed as I once was so I felt it was only right to give y’all what you wanted. Also Minhos is implied Yandere

Masterlist

Chan:

“You’re fucking kidding me right?!” You argue, frustration bubbling in your stomach as the image of the trainee seated comfortably on Chan’s lap flashes in your memory. He shakes his head, his eyes rolling in annoyance, “No, Y/N if you can’t handle the fact that she just fell and it’s not what your making it out to be then maybe I don’t need to be with you!” He growls. You scoff at the audacity “oh sorry Chan, she just fell and I just so happened to walk in at the wrong time?!” He throws his hands up in frustration “Jesus Fuck! Y/N are you stupid? Like genuinely I’m asking because you’re obviously fucking stupid if you seem to think I would allow someone to do that!” The veins in his neck begin to bulge as you roll your eyes “I guess I’m fucking stupid then! Cause I don’t believe you! If she had just fell why were her arms around your neck why was her head laying on your shoulder?! WHY WERE YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HER?! I UNDERSTAND IF SHE FELL BUT SHE DIDN’T FUCKING FALL YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING CUDDLING CHAN” you counter, your voice cracking as you make your way to the bedroom. Forcing the door open you grab your suitcase placed under the bed.

Chan followed behind you his eyes never once leaving you. His heart sunk in his chest at your actions, and his anger in his stomach bubbled. There’s no way you were leaving him over this….right? He genuinely didn’t do anything wrong. And whilst, yes things could have been misconstrued he was sincerely telling you the honest to god truth. Your actions only fueling his anger “Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” He snaps, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand and sending it hurling across the room. Only, not only did he hear the shattering of the lamp but a loud scream erupting from your throat. His eyes fall on you now huddled in the middle of the room. Fragments from the lamp scattered on the floor behind you and at your feet. Shock over took him. His mouth hung widen open, tears flowed down your cheeks as you ran past him out of the room as you meekly muttered “I’ll send someone to get my things another time…” it took him a few seconds to process everything as his anger was completely subsided with his actions and your words. His feet acted before he realized what he was doing, your retreating figure came into view and his heart yearned to stop you from walking out of that door. “Baby—Y/N, please I-I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know why I did that, please don’t leave. I’m sorry” he cried as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your whole body tensed from the contact and his resolve completely shattered at your fear. Sobs flowed out like Niagara, his breathing grew heavier and heavier as you struggled to pull him off you. His pleas falling on deaf ears as you finally force him off you and grab your keys and purse before running to your car.

Your heart broke as Chan pulled on your door handle, heartbreak and sorrow etched on his features as he begged you to stay, that he would fix things and profusely apologizing. You pleaded for him to let go of the handle so he wouldn’t get hurt but having no choice you placed your car in reverse and slowly made your way out of the drive way and down the street. Your eyes catching a glimpse of the man you love crying at the end of the driveway where you left him, on his knees.

Minho:

“You’re overreacting..” Minho sighed as you walked down the street, not understanding your anger at his ignorance. “Minho, you introduced me as your friend to someone you’ve liked for years. How can you be so oblivious to how that can hurt your girlfriend. That watched you pine over that girl for years.” You explained cautiously behind gritted teeth. “I didn’t pine over her. And I love you, not her so I don’t see the problem, nor do I really care if she knows our relationship or not. It’s not like I go around telling everyone you’re my girlfriend anyway” he states snobbishly as he shrugs you off. You stop in place releasing his hand. “So who knows then?” You question, this has come up a few times in your almost one year relationship. For some reason, Minho seems hesitant to fully acknowledge you as his girlfriend. You wouldn’t have really cared if it was just about going public but so far you’ve never even met his members. Not when you were his friend, and especially not while you were his girlfriend. You weren’t even sure his parents knew. And with the way he’s been treating you, it’s no surprise when he gives you a confused look and states “no one? Why does anyone have to know? You know what I’m not doing this with you again. I told you already, I don’t want anyone to know about us. Other people like to ruin happy relationships, why would I want someone to unnecessarily know about something I want to be mine and mine only?” You scoff at his undermining tone, this is how it always was. You somehow get on his nerves and he scolds you like a child, almost like he looks down on you in a way. Almost like—“Are you embarrassed of me or something?” You snap.

Realization washes over you, your mouth hung open; as you stare at him in shock. The look on his face has your blood running cold. A glare planted firmly on you as he stomps over to you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist. His grip is vice like and hurt. “ow, Minho, you’re hurting me—Don’t ever say something so fucking stupid again are you kidding me?!” He snapped behind gritted teeth his words like venom almost instantaneously you nodded in fear. Tears built in your eyes and you thanked god you were close to your dorm. “Please let me go…” you muttered as he pulled you beside him down the street toward your dorm. The whole way his harsh grip remained on your wrist, as tears flowed down your cheeks. His natural calm look remained on his face, really selling the façade of someone quite unaffected but inside he was dying. How could you ask him that? You are the only thing that matters to him. He’s never once been embarrassed of you he loves you so much. And though—yes, he may have lied to that girl about your relationship, honestly just to see how you’d react, he never thought you’d ask him such a disgusting question. He lied to you, and he knows this is his price to pay for that lie but how could he bring you around everyone that’s so desperate to meet you? He could feel you slipping through his fingers so to speak so he held you at his side. Your pleas falling on deaf ears, he didn’t even realize how tightly he had been holding you. And once he realized it was too late, when you refused to meet his eyes at your door he felt like he was going to throw up. He overreacted, he knows he did. He stared at your fearful figure and pulled you into his chest. Words getting stuck in his throat as you shoved his arms away, what could he do? He was panicking. “I-I didn’t mean to—I don’t care.” You cut him off “I can’t do this anymore Minho, please…don’t—don’t come back here” this couldn’t be happening right now. “Princess, I really didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, I’m not embarrassed of you okay? I’ll fix this, we can go to my dorm right now you can meet my members. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t break up with me. You know id never hurt you on purpose, I genuinely just lost myself for a second but it won’t happen again. I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry I’m so sorry but please don’t make me leave now it was supposed to be our night please don’t let my stupidity mess everything up.” He begged grabbing your hand in his. Shaking your head you rejected him coldly before rushing inside and locking the door behind you ignoring the banging and whaling at the door.

Changbin:

“This is really too much, Y/N..” Changbin scolded. You had texted him quite a few times, since he hadn’t come home in 3 days and to the average person you’d expect a reply or any sign your significant other is doing okay. The last time you had seen him he was on the verge of collapse and now he acted as if nothing had happened; as if you didn’t see how he struggled to even walk to your room a few nights prior. “How is it too much? I just asked Chan if you were okay, I was worried about you, Bin” you pout from your place on the couch. “I told you that I was fine. I told you I was busy and didn’t need you consistently checking up on me and being so fucking obsessive. I understand why your exes just disappeared on you cause holy fuck!” He growls, you bite your lip at his words lifting yourself from your seat and slowly make your way to the bedroom to collect your things to get some space. Your movements are halted by his harsh grip whipping you around to face him. Tears streaming down your face as your harshly shoved against the wall “No! You don’t get to be literally fucking crazy then just walk away like you didn’t fucking harass me” He scolds.

A sharp pain radiating in your back, you flinched as he towered over you. “Please let me go I-I don’t want this…I’m sorry I’m sorry” your hands covered your head as you squeaked. His hold on you loosened “B-babe…” he croaked “Im sorry I—“ his words were cut off by you forcefully shoving him away from you “D-don’t touch me” you exclaim while you rushed to the bedroom. Locking it behind you as you listened to a once frozen Changbin shout expletives and several loud bangs ring through the apartment.

Hyunjin:

“You really think he loves you?” Yerim prods, her words like venom and you silently prayed Hyunjin would be back from the store soon. “Hyunjin likes me Yerim, we’re dating. We have been dating for over a year now I would think he likes me” you sigh. Staring at the door, “you think that but you do know what he does when he comes over to my place? It’s like you don’t exist, he loves me honestly. We’ve been friends since we were kids you really don’t think I can’t make you guys break up any time I want? You’re still with Hyunjin because I allow you to be.” She snaps. Her hands sat on her hips as she leans into your face “He loves me not you and honestly it’s embarrassing how much you cling to him” her words like venom, sending pain straight into your heart. You never particularly cared that Hyunjins best friend was a girl, you never minded that they hung out almost daily. You didn’t mind not tagging along because you felt he deserved to have time alone with his best friend. Yet, every time you’d had seen her she would have something negative to say and for a while now it’s been the stipulation that Hyunjin was cheating on you with her. You typically just ignore her, and never tell Hyunjin as you don’t want to be the reason for them to fight. But her words today have you absolutely fuming. “Jesus Christ, Yerim! Can you grow the fuck up for once? Like honestly I’m really over this bitchy, monopolizing attitude you have over Hyunjin. He may have fallen for this innocent, perfect persona but I’m really getting pissed off with it.” You snap as you lift yourself from the couch you were sat on and making your way over to the kitchen. “I WAS HIS FRIEND FIRST! I LOVED HIM FIRST!” She growls grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at her “okay! SO WHY WERE YOU SUCH A PUSSY AND DIDN’T CONFESS TO HIM?! IF YOU LOVED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH YOU WOULD HAVE TOLD HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM WHETHER HE WAS WITH ME OR NOT BUT NO YOU CHOSE TO RUN WITH YOUR TAIL TUCKED BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND! Get a fucking grip Yerim and don’t fucking touch me!” You force your arm from her grasp with a little too much force earning a small yelp from Yerim as she stumbles back toward the couch. The sound of the door slamming closed cut both of your words off. You see Hyunjin standing in the doorway a glare planted on his face as he stormed toward you two.

You feel confusion as his scowl never once left your face as he shoved you away from his friend. Losing your footing from going backward you land on the ground a sharp pain shoots through your wrist. “Yerim are you okay? Y/N are you fucking crazy?!” He growled at you never once turning and seeing your small figure holding tight onto your wrist as the pain radiates through it. “. “She’s literally fine she fell…” you grumble. “Onto a couch mind you” your words are strained as you slowly lift yourself up from the ground. “Why’d you fucking push her in the first place? I get you don’t even like her but to act so fucking childish it’s disgusting!” He scolds, you glare at him as you make your way to your door grabbing your car keys with your wrist pressed firmly against your body; as you held back your tears “ITS DISGUSTING THAT YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME TOO BUT WHATEVER HYUNJIN IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL I WANT YOU, YOUR SLUT AND YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY APARTMENT BEFORE I GET BACK!” You snap. “Wait, Y/N! I think you’re misunderstanding something here… she’s my best friend that’s all! I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sorry okay? But I heard what you said and just saw red when I saw you push her!” He counters as he makes his way over to you. “But you don’t care about what she said? Nothing was misunderstood she made both of your relationship very clear to me and honestly you can have each other” you argue, his eyes brows scrunch together as his head whips toward Yerim. “What the hell did you say to her?!” He shouted his voice filled with panic. “It doesn’t matter I want you both gone before I get back here…” you snap as you force your door open and make your way outside. You can hear his confused pleas for you to allow him to come with you. You saw the realization adorn his features as he realized that you were serious, when you wouldn’t unlock your passenger door no matter how many times he pulled on it. He cried and begged you not to break up with him over this, that he would fix it and he believed you. He felt the world crumbling down around him as you drove away and he received a text from you stating that him and his stuff needed to be vacated from your apartment by the time you came back home. He sobbed harshly as he stared after your car driving away from him.

[shlonguru]

Lucifer x Fem!Reader - White Party in the Lust Ring

Pairing : Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader (Alastor's sister)

Summary : Being Alastor's little sister can have its perks, but if you're fighting with him it can push you close to certain unexpected people.

Warning : 18+, Smut, oral, creampie, teasing, overstimulation, cunnilingus, daddy issues, daddy kink (shocker), edging, praise kink.

Word count : 5029 words (oml it keeps getting worse)

My hyperfixation on Lucifer is far from over (help) but I have received some requests that all contributed to this smut so I'm sorry that I couldn't reply to one specific request but I would like to thank you all. I hope you all enjoy~ Once again I want to thank @wipmoop for their amazing artwork for the cover! If you wanna check out the uncensored version of the cover, it'll be up on their page soon, they're genuinely awesome, check them out with love ♥ Shlonguru out! o/

~ At the Hazbin Hotel ~

Life was hard being Alastor’s little sister. He might have been very good at protecting you but he made sure your freedom was limited in return. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he protected you because he cared about you or because he was territorial. And he was hard to bargain with. You were living with him amongst others at the Hazbin Hotel and were more than bored during your days until you were offered a job working as Lucifer’s assistant. The only reason Alastor didn’t make a fuss about you working there, despite him absolutely hating Lucifer’s guts, was because Lucifer was powerful enough to make sure you were safe at all times.

This morning, you had just been in a fight. Some of your friends had invited you to a fun night out and Alastor had noticed you packing more than usual on your way to Lucifer’s. He had noticed as he walked by your room.

“Aren’t you packing a little heavy today?” He inquired.

You rolled your eyes already knowing what was coming.

“Yeah, my friends are going out in the Lust Ring tonight, so I packed another outfit and other stuff so I can change before I join them.” You replied.

“The Lust Ring? I don’t think so, dear. Do you want to end up like Angel Dust, with an Overlord owning your soul?” He calmly replied.

“Yeah, you’re right! Which is why I have the perfect solution for that, how about I don’t sell my soul to anyone? That should do it I think.” You stated snarkily, zipping up your bag.

“I’ve already explained to you that it isn’t that simple and that you have more value to the eyes of most people in hell than you seem to realize.” He countered, slightly losing his cool.

“Listen, I’m a fully grown adult, I know how to take care of myself.” You calmly tried to explain.

“You might be a grown adult, but you are not nearly as strong as you would need to be to take care of yourself.” He raised an eyebrow, knowing he had made a good point.

“Huh… So, what do you want me to do exactly? Rot here for the rest of eternity? No, I’m going out.” You started making your way out of the hotel when he snapped his fingers, making your bag teleport next to him.

You angrily walked back and grabbed it again.

“Stop that, will you? I said I’m going out!” You walked away only for him to snap his fingers again, repeating the same process.

You turned around red of anger. “You’re gonna make me late to work!” You shouted.

“You’re lucky I let you work for this minikin at all.” He replied defiantly.

“Fuck you!” You yelled, flipping him the finger and leaving, slamming the hotel’s door behind you and choosing to abandon your bag.

~ At Lucifer’s Tower ~

You got along with your boss really well, you both were very cheerful beings and your personalities just clicked, he had offered you the job of assistant because he was “having a hard time handling all of his important business”. You knew by now that he was actually just working on his ducks so much that he was never able to handle the rest of his business on time. He had also offered you the job when he saw how bored you were at the hotel, that and your common trait of fighting with Alastor almost every time you were in the same room. You enjoyed working for him and he was very grateful to have you.

You arrived at Lucifer’s tower a little late, but it wasn’t unusual for you. Lucifer was busy designing a new duck in his office when he heard you arrive and came to greet you.

“Hello y/n!” How are we doing in this fine morning?” He smiled, always happy to see you.

“Hello Sir, I’m ok.” You replied in an irritated tone, the difference with your usual cheerful self, alarming Lucifer.

“What’s up? You seem like, super down.” He questioned.

“Yeah, I got into a fight with Al.” You replied coldly, removing your coat and hanging it.

“Oh, that bastard, it’s like he can’t start his day if he hasn’t ruined someone else’s.” He rolled his eyes at the mention of Alastor.

“Right? That asshole...” You let out.

“What did he do this time?” He crossed his arms, resting his shoulder against the wall near you.

“My friends are going out tonight in the Lust Ring and they invited me, but he won’t let me go cause he’s afraid I’m gonna end up in danger. Fuck, I can’t do anything. Hell is literally filled with bad people, I can’t just stay locked up forever.” You whined.

“Wait, you frequent the Lust Ring?” He asked curiously. You looked at him and noticed a hint of red on his face.

“I would like to! But he won’t let me!” You moaned. “Why? Is that surprising?” You added.

“No…” He looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I guess I had never seen you under that light before.” He smiled. “But you are a bad bitch, so it’s not too surprising.” He finished.

Lucifer paused, looking away, kind of hesitant.

“What if I accompanied you? That way, he couldn’t say he’s afraid you’d end up in danger, you’d be with the strongest being of Hell~” He offered in a self-assured tone.   

“Really? You’d do that?” Your eyes sparkled at the offer.

“Sure! it’s been a while since I came by and said hi to Ozzie anyways.” He chuckled.

You paused for a second and remembered you had left without your bag.

“I left all of my clothes and stuff at the hotel though.” You sighed.

“I’ll get someone to go get your stuff for you, how does that sound?” He smiled.

“You’re the best!” You cheered excitedly hugging him. He smiled and hugged you back.

“Is there a theme to this party?” He asked.

“It’s a white party.” You smiled.

“Not very surprising of the Lust Ring if you ask me.” He stated.

You nodded and proceeded with your day, your mood back its usual merry self.

By the end of the day, you had gotten your bag back and had gotten ready at Lucifer’s place.

He was waiting in his living room for you to finish getting ready in the guest room. The blonde demon was wearing an all-white suit made perfectly for him.

He saw you come out of the room and looked like he had stopped breathing.

You were wearing a white dress that was perfectly balanced between cute and sexy, the contrast with your crimson mane was sumptuous. You had done your make-up for the party, a black smokey, making your usually ethereal ruby eyes look fierce.

“You like it?” You smiled, showing off your outfit.

“Oh damn…” He wiped his forehead, looking warm as he ventilated himself with his hand as he stood up. “You’re hot!” He blurted, catching himself and putting his hand over his mouth. “I mean, not that you usually aren’t, trust me I love your work outfits, you look very preppy it’s great, but you look, I mean, sexy!” He looked embarrassed at how surprised he was.

“Thank you?” You questioned. “Indeed, I wouldn’t wear that to work.” You chuckled. “It wouldn’t be very convenient don’t you think?” You teased, walking up to him. You were close in height, but you still won by a few inches.

“Right! Oh lord land me strength…” He muttered to himself.

“What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing! Let’s go!” He handed you his arm and you left together for the party.

~ At the White Party ~

You arrived at the party, it was huge, everything was screaming lust, and the whole venue was gorgeous. As you walked in, Lucifer spotted Asmodeus, with whom he had fun reconnecting with Asmodeus and even introduced the two of you.

“And this is y/n!” He introduced you after chatting for a while.

“Oh, is this your girl?” Ozzie asked boldly.

You unintentionally blushed and smiled to hide it.

“No…” He replied much more flushed than you. “She’s my assistant.” He added.

“You mean your assistant in bed, right? Cause you two got that chemistry if you know what I mean, it’s like, hard not to notice.” Ozzie continued, noticing how awkward you had both become, making him smirk.

“Stop it Ozzie! I told you it’s not like that.” Added Lucifer seriously before turning to you awkwardly. “Sorry about that y/n.”

“Yeah okay, Luci, then welcome to the Lust Ring to you and your totally-just-platonic-friend then.” He smiled mischievously before leading you to your VIP zone with your group of friends.

You and your friends enjoyed the party, and so did Lucifer. You danced with him, drank with him, in fact, you were all feeling tipsy and at this point acted much more casual with him than you thought possible, though he still made sure you didn’t go overboard. In fact, he had had way more than you but looked completely unaffected, however. You had noticed you two were getting closer and closer as the night went on. You enjoyed grinding against him and he enjoyed it just as much, as well as showing off his own dance moves. And after a few hours, you both sat down at your booth.

“Wow Luci! Thank you so much for tonight you sure know how to party!” You thanked him.

“Thanks! It’s been a while, but it seems like you don’t forget good habits.” He smiled.

“I can’t believe my dickhead of a brother would keep me from experiencing all of this.”

“I mean he sure is a dickhead, don’t get me wrong, but I think it’s fair that he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.” He replied calmly.

“Well, I guess it depends on what you consider a bad thing?” You smiled teasingly at him.

“What do you mean?” He asked tilting his head slightly.

“Let’s just say I’m sure there are things he wouldn’t want happening to me that I wouldn’t consider bad in the slightest.” You looked at Lucifer intently getting a little closer.

“Oh yeah?” He said a smile forming in the corner of his mouth. “Such as what?” He leaned towards you slightly raising an eyebrow.

You took your opportunity and leaned in, pressing your lips against his, surprising him slightly but he immediately reciprocated, running his fingers through your hair. He pulled you slightly closer to him and you rested your hands against his chest. After a moment he started kissing you deeper, getting greedier by the seconds. He placed a hand on your cheek, and you felt his tongue slide in your mouth and your whole body became warm from the inside. You shared this deep kiss for what felt like hours but had probably been minutes before you slowly pulled away, your half-lidded eyes looking at Lucifer with nothing but lust.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be able to restrain myself.” He said looking back at you, gently holding your chin up, looking as lustful as you did.

You laid your hand on his thigh, squeezing it softly and earning a groan from him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want y/n?” He asked one last time. “Our relationship might never be the same.”

You looked him dead in the eyes. “Fuck our old relationship.” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Alright, then.”

And with that he deployed his six wings and took off, surprising you and holding you princess style. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and looked at him, you could tell from the serious and determined look on his face that he meant business.

You started kissing and sucking on his neck, making him shudder lightly.

“Hold on y/n, I’m going as fast as I can, but if you distract me, it’s only going to take longer.” He pleaded.

“I’m just trying to keep myself busy…” You whispered, licking his earlobe, making his flight pattern weaker.

“Okay, enjoy yourself, I’ll make sure to not restrain myself later…” He added, still looking ahead.

“I would hate it if you did.” You countered, reaching down, and placing your hand on his crotch. His pants were as tight as they could get and what was underneath was throbbing. He immediately stopped mid-flight, making you yelp in surprise.

“Now you’ve done it y/n.” He changed positions, wrapping your legs around him, pressing his crotch against yours and moving his hands to your ass. He proceeded to kiss you deeply, moaning softly as he felt your soft lips against his. You melted into the kiss, feeling how wet your own crotch had gotten already. He pulled out after a moment and looked deep into your eyes, you could see the desire burning in his eyes, though he managed to keep himself more composed than you.

“As much as I’d love to display such an amazing show to all of Hell, it is not really my style.” He smiled. “So, you’re going to be a good girl and behave so I can get us where we need to be.” He looked at you seriously.

You nodded.

“Good.” He smiled, before going ahead and moving you back to princess style as he continued forward.

~ Back at Lucifer's Tower ~

It was hard, but you had managed to keep your hands to yourself for the remaining 2 minutes of the flight.

Lucifer landed through his huge panoramic windows that were left open into his bedroom at the top of his tower.

You had never been into his personal bedroom, mostly just his office, but it was beautiful. The red theme was very elegant, and his Caesar size bed looked incredibly comfortable. You walked inside amazed at how luxurious everything looked.

“Y/n?” You heard from behind you.

You turned around only to be faced with Lucifer’s glowing figure, lit from behind by the moonlight. He had a plotting look on his face, a devilish smile perfectly formed on his confident face. He was calmly walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves.

“I hope you had fun with your little mid-flight teasing…” He fake-chuckled then sighed. “…because it’s time to take responsibility.” The smile was still there but his expression was much more serious.

You didn’t move, you just waited for him to walk up to you. When he reached you, he grabbed your face with both hands, kissing you softly at first. You kissed him back, but the kiss quickly turned into a much more heated one. You kept kissing as you stepped towards his bed, you removed his jacket from him, and he unzipped your dress as he approached the bed.

Your dress fell to the ground, exposing your white laced lingerie. As soon as your dress hit the ground you had found yourself with your legs wrapped around his hips once more, his hands holding you up effortlessly as you made out. You reached the bed, and he laid you on it. He took a good look at your figure, your expression, your curves, your hair.

“Stunning.” He whispered.

“You’re not bad yourself.” You smiled.

“Thanks!” He exclaimed, removing his shirt and exposing his fit figure. You stared just long enough for him to start smirking at you. “Are you okay?”

“Nope.” You answered truthfully.

He giggled.

“You’re funny, now get ready.”

You hadn’t had time to realize what he meant when you felt your thighs get lifted and spread with enough force to surprise you. You didn’t have time to vocally question what was happening that you felt your panties being pushed to the side and Lucifer give a slow lick to all of your womanhood, making you moan louder than you were comfortable with. You rapidly pressed your hands on your mouth. As soon as you had done so you heard him.

“Nuh huh~” He hummed.

“What?” You questioned looking down at Lucifer buried between your thighs, though not doing anything to you anymore.

“Remove those hands and let me hear it.” He looked playful and serious.

You slowly removed your hands, and he immediately went back to his business, licking you thoroughly, you could tell not only did he know what he was doing but he was also greatly enjoying himself while doing so. It was like he could feel your pleasure, giving him the ability to always adjust perfectly. You felt his tongue enter you and go deeper than you thought possible. Your moans were getting louder, he knew what spots were the most sensitive, and he teased them, building your pleasure. He loved the control he had over how you were feeling, he ate you out as tenderly and as roughly as you needed to turn you into a moaning mess, grabbing at the sheets. Every time he felt you get closer, he started teasing another spot, building your frustration alongside your pleasure. It drove you insane and soon enough you found yourself pleading with him to let you come.

“Luci please!” You implored.

“Yes, what is it love?” He asked innocently, playing coy.

“Come on please, stop teasing me.” You pleaded.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He smiled, enjoying the situation to the fullest. “What do you want me to do?” He added.

“Luci please let me come!” You begged; any ounce of pride you had having left your body at this point.

Lucifer got visibly aroused at those words, his eyes turning red for an instant as he went back at it, passionately eating you out and making you come the next moment, unleashing all your pent-up pleasure as your back arched into the leg-shaking orgasm. You moaned his name loudly as you melted into the mattress. You could feel him smile as he finished enjoying you.

You were catching your breath and recovering as Lucifer started kissing up your body, your stomach, chest then neck. That’s when you heard him speak softly.

“That’s for teasing me.” He looked into your eyes before landing a soft kiss on your lips.

You were too astounded to talk back.

At this point his crotch was pressing against yours and he looked more excited than ever.

“Good start now let’s get a little more serious.” He grinned before flipping the both of you making you straddle him as he laid back. You realized at this moment just how much he had planned for you tonight.

“Hmm…we won’t need that.” He snapped his finger making any remnants of clothes either of you wore vanish, exposing your breasts to him for the first time. His eyes devoured you as you felt a false sense of control back. You rested your hands on his chest, pressing your breasts together.

“Is everything okay?” You asked with a teasing tone.

“Nope.” He replied, realizing what you were doing. You grabbed his hand and pressed it against your breast.

“Want some of that, Daddy?” You sneered.

He squeezed your breast in a way that sent jolt in all your body, letting a moan escape your mouth, you face immediately flushing.

“Oh, what was that?” He smirked then proceeded to fondle your breasts again, making you feel weak as you moaned.

“I don’t understand how you do this!” You whined.

“Do what?” He said as he did it again, sending jolts up your body.

“You’re not using dirty tricks on me, are you?” You asked skeptically.

He looked at you and laughed audibly, before composing himself and propping himself up with one hand, placing his mouth next to your ear.

“No y/n, I’m just that good.” He declared confidently. Your face went crimson as you felt embarrassed and tried to hold your moans in as he continued teasing your now rock-hard nipple.

“I mean, besides the fact that I’m pretty confident in my own skill, that must surely mean that we are particularly compatible, don’t you think?” He asked nonchalantly.

You nodded, trying your best not to get lost in the pleasure this tease was inflicting upon you.

Your eyes widened lightly as you realized that your clothes having now been removed from the equation, your private parts were now directly in contact, you used that to your advantage and softly grinded against his shaft, earning a loud moan from him, surprising the both of you.

“I guess you’re right.” You smiled from the corner of your mouth.

He grinned lightly blushing before grabbing your waist and flipping you around as if you were a feather. You were still on top of him but you had now found yourself in a 69, your crotch inches from his face and his throbbing member right in front of you. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was proud of it.

You didn’t want to give him time to take control, so you grabbed the base of his shaft and took his tip in your mouth. You heard him groan as you swirled your tongue around it before giving his cock a hungry lick from the bottom up.

“Easy there, we have all night.” He cheerfully declared, panting softly.

You ignored him and kept enjoying yourself, savoring him like a lollipop.

“I see how it’s- gonna be.” He exclaimed; you could feel him struggling to fake his composure.

In one movement he pulled you even closer to his face and spread your pussy before passionately starting to eat you out again. You quickly felt weak, you pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting a long moan escape as a trail of saliva still linked your mouth to his head.

“Take it easy, I wouldn’t want you to choke~” He taunted.

“Don’t worry about me, this is nothing.” You replied with conviction.

You proceeded to lower your mouth on his cock all the way to the base, his whole member tickling more than the entrance of your throat.

“Oh god-“You had taken him by surprise, forcing an intense moan out of him, as he gripped the sheets tightly, pausing his own activity.

“Oh dear, you might wanna slow down a little.” He gasped.

You had him and you knew it, you moved in swift motions, your tongue wrapped around his shaft, hitting all the way down each time as you felt his body contract and his dick pulsate more and more.

“Holy shit y/n wait, I’m gonna- “He moaned as you felt his cum explode your mouth. This surprised you as you had been so focused on getting back at him, but you swallowed everything. Enjoying every bit of it, sucking him dry, or so you thought.

You finished swallowing and peeked at him, his head laying on the mattress as he caught his breath. He noticed you and grinned through his panting. “Nice play Y/n, impressive even, I hope you had fun.”

“I very much did, thank you.” You replied cheekily.

“Cause now it’s my turn.” He announced. You immediately felt two fingers enter your hole. He voluntarily pressed hard against your G-spot, the sensation so intense you screamed in pleasure. He grabbed your thigh tightly with one hand and fingered you relentlessly with the other. The pleasure overwhelming as you helplessly melted into it.

“Luci…please-“ You attempted but were cut.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He continued. You grabbed his thigh tightly as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

“Come on go ahead, come for me.” He groaned, his calm and sarcastic demeanor replaced progressively by a heated passion. You tried your best to resist but it was pointless. You turned around, catching a glimpse of him, and were caught off guard, witnessing his horns out and his eyes red while he looked like he was intensely enjoying himself. He pulled out his fingers and proceeded to eat you with all his might, his tongue hitting your spot just right to make you climax against his mouth as he savored all of it.

He finished enjoying himself while you recuperated from it all. When you peeked at him again, he had gone back to his usual self.

“Do you often get all red and…horny, I guess?” You asked.

He flipped you around, pressing you against his chest, face to face.

“What was that? Oh, you mean my horns and stuff? Only when I get heated. Do you not like it? Cause I can try to tone it down.” He asked, a worried look on his face.

“No, I like that I get you heated…” You looked away, a light blush appearing on your cheeks.

He smiled softly. He cupped your face then kissed you tenderly.

“You do have that effect on me.”

You felt his member back to its throbbing state. You kissed him deeply yet delicately before looking at him seductively.

“Luci, time for the main course don’t you think?” You rubbed your soaked entrance against his hard member. “I’m at my limit.” You begged.

Having witnessed his previous reactions, you weren’t surprised when you felt his member grow even bigger after you had pronounced those words.

“Good because I’m also reaching my limit.” He answered.

You felt his tip press against your entrance and slide all the way in as you both melted into each other, a deep sigh of relief escaping your mouths.

“Holy-…you feel so good.” He groaned. He sat up, setting you both in a lotus position before resting his hands on your hips and starting to thrust. The pleasure felt so visceral you both moved cautiously as if trying to not come too fast, but without noticing, you both picked up the pace, panting and moaning filling the air. Your hands were gripping his shoulders tightly as you rocked your hips. One of his hands had migrated to your ass, squeezing your cheek tightly and the other was fondling your breast. You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, playing with his tongue as you felt his member twitch inside of you. You ran your fingers through his hair while kissing him and noticed him moan more as you did so.

Soon, the position wasn’t allowing him to move as freely as he desired and he was now standing on his knees, holding both of your ass cheeks tightly as he pounded into you. You were panting heavily as you felt it coming once again.

“Coming already?” He teased, his own panting giving away how he also felt.

You nodded no, not very convincingly. He took that as a challenge and precisely hit your G-spot repeatedly until you came, whimpering and your grip weakening.

“Good thing you’re not coming dear.” He kissed your neck, slightly sucking on it leaving a hickey.

This position had become too much for you, so he laid you flat on your stomach.

“You’re hanging there Y/n?” He asked eagerly.

“Of course!” You replied enthusiastically, it felt like your stamina was bottomless for all this pleasure.

“Good.” He replied. You felt him enter you again hungrily from behind, his body hovering over yours as he held both of your wrists, pinning them down onto the bed. Each thrust forcing a louder moan out of you. It was like the more he fucked you, the easier it became for him to make you come. His moans had also become deeper as he kept thrusting, your own increasing tightness making it harder for him. He moved his hands to your hips and dug his nails into you, allowing him a better control as he thrusted even deeper than before. You held the sheets tightly as you tried your best to match his movements, both feeding off each other’s building pleasure.

“Y/n.” You heard from behind.

You tried turning around to tell him you felt yourself getting closer when you felt his lips roughly take yours. He could’ve sent you over the edge with that kiss alone, but he also thrusted deeper than he ever had at the same time, you could only lean into the kiss as you felt the two of you come simultaneously.

As soon as the wave had finished washing over you, you collapsed on the bed, and he collapsed on top of you. He quickly caught himself though, rolling next to you and pulling you into his arms. You both relaxed for a moment, holding each other.

“Oh, my lord, that was amazing!” You heard him speak first. You turned to him, and he was smiling at you.

“It really was.” You calmly replied.

“I told you I was confident in my skill.” He smiled turning from tender to confident as he traced his finger over your body.

“I guess it was alright.” You declared.

The silence following made you look up, only to be met with a devastated look on his face.

“I’m joking!” You added, feeling bad about your joke.

“Ah! I knew that!” He fake-laughed awkwardly trying to look confident. You laughed at how cute he looked.

You pecked his lips.

You cuddled for a while before you heard a buzzing sound.

“My phone! It must still be in my dress.” You reached your dress, covering yourself with the sheet of the bed, grabbing your phone then heading back to the bed.

You checked your phone and noticed 20 missed calls.

“Huh, fuck him.” You both exclaimed at the same time before staring at each other in surprise and bursting out laughing.

You heard another buzz and was expecting it from your phone, but no new notifications had appeared.

Lucifer grabbed his phone and started laughing nervously.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“That’s, hmm…” He showed you a message that read:

From 'Ozzie 🍆💦' : I saw you took off early with your totally-just-platonic-friend. How’s the banging? 😏🍑

You stared at it for a second then you both exchanged a look and blinked, before bursting out laughing this time even harder.

~ The End ~

[simphornies]

Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)

Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino

(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)

And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox

A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys

Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader

My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]

Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.

“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.

“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”

“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”

“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”

You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”

He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”

Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.

It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.

Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.

You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”

Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.

You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.

“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.

“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”

You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.

In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.

“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.

“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”

“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.

“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”

Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.

“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”

Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.

“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.

You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.

All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.

His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.

The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.

None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.

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How can you reconcile being a fan of Snape and defending him so much, while also knowing about the terrible attitude he has as an adult toward his students? This isn’t a malicious question,I’m genuinely curious

I don’t justify Severus’ behavior, I simply understand it. And it’s not for the typical reasons like Harry being a copy of James, or Neville being clumsy, or Hermione being insufferable in class, or just because he can’t stand kids. I understand it because, in my view, Severus is still very much a child.

Take Sirius, for example. We can all see that being locked up in Azkaban for so many years essentially froze his life at a young age, so even though he’s old enough to have grey hairs down there, he still acts like a childish, immature person a lot of the time. And well, that’s exactly what Sirius is—an immature kid. He never had the opportunity to have experiences or grow throughout his twenties. Maturity doesn’t come with age alone but through everything we go through during that time and the experiences that shape us. Without those experiences, there’s nothing to build on.

Severus’ case is different from Sirius’, but it also stems from a lack of maturity and the inability to grow. Severus was a victim of violence from childhood, and that violence didn’t end—it continued throughout his school years. After all that torment, instead of leaving Hogwarts, telling everyone to screw off, and starting a new life where he could rebuild emotionally, he ends up trapped in the same school, playing a role to maintain his cover with pureblood families and burdened with having practically sold his soul to Dumbledore. He has no space to heal, no tools to work through his traumas, and no safe, healthy environment to grow into an adult. Severus is stuck in his adolescence, haunted by his past, his traumas, and totally incapable of managing his most visceral emotions. Sure, he’s great at faking it, acting indifferent, and wearing a mask to hide what’s going on inside. But just because he’s good at repressing doesn’t mean he’s good at managing his emotions, because in that regard, he fails completely. I mean, there are so many moments throughout the saga where Severus gets triggered, and every time it happens, his serious, unflappable façade crumbles, and he acts like a kid throwing a tantrum, someone with unresolved anger issues. That’s when you see that, deep down, he doesn’t know how to handle himself, which makes sense because he never had the chance to do so. We’re talking about an abuse victim who, instead of processing and exorcising his demons, had to lock them away and throw away the key—literally the last thing you should do when dealing with trauma.

What I’m getting at is that, on one hand, it’s reasonable to expect an adult to act like an adult. But on the other hand, as I grew older, went through years of therapy, and worked with people who come from messed-up backgrounds and have lived through terrible things, when I revisited the series and saw certain scenes where Severus is being an absolute jerk to his students, I didn’t just see an adult acting out. I saw the teenager he once was, insecure, feeling worthless, scared in the hallways. And now, for the first time, he’s in a position of power where he can say what he thinks and lash out without consequences. It’s not an adult acting here—it’s a kid who never grew up, trying to have the moment of glory he never had. It’s incredibly childish. And I have to say, I really like this aspect of his character because it’s so consistent with his backstory, even though it’s clearly irresponsible and abusive.

Severus shouldn’t be a teacher because someone who hasn’t matured, grown, or healed can’t be a role model, nor do they have the tools to properly handle situations where it’s so easy to project their insecurities and abuse their authority to compensate for their own shortcomings. But we can’t really expect anything else from him—if he were a well-adjusted adult, it would make him an unrealistic character. It’s impossible for someone with his background, without professional help and many years of personal work, to function properly in an environment like that.

[elderwisp]

Hey, I read through your full reply — and first, I just want to say I genuinely appreciate how detailed and passionate it was. And actually taking the time to respond and teach me on some things, while others just ignored and didn’t get the point. I understand what you’re saying. The U.S. has played a role in destabilizing parts of Latin America, and that has absolutely influenced migration patterns. I get that enforcement hasn’t always been fair or humane, and that both Democrat and Republican administrations have failed in different ways. That part of the conversation matters.

But I also think this: when people on the outside look at the LA protests right now, they don’t see that nuance. They don’t hear the history, or the policies, or the proposed reforms. They see signs calling for “no borders, no nations,” some wishing violence or death on political figures, and total chaos. Whether people want to hear it or not, that does change how seriously the rest of the country takes the message. Especially when there are headlines of fires, blocked highways, or fights with law enforcement.

And I know not all of that comes from protesters. There’s real footage of people stopping looters. But from the outside looking in? People aren’t seeing reform — they’re seeing rage. That doesn’t make them bigots or propaganda victims. It means the message is getting lost.

I honestly think that if more protests focused on real, actionable ideas — like turning illegal entry into a civil matter, reducing the cost of citizenship, or fixing the asylum backlog — more people would actually stop and listen. Because most Americans do want humane immigration reform. They just don’t want to feel like they’re being shouted into submission.

Also, I want to point this out with respect: many of you might understand “abolish ICE” as a call to restructure or defund — not eliminate all border enforcement. But that’s not how it reads to the average person. They hear “abolish ICE,” and they think, “So… no one deals with traffickers? No one handles child exploitation? No one investigates smuggling rings?” And when some protesters go even further and call ICE “terrorists,” it only deepens the divide. It doesn’t win people over — it pushes them away.

At the end of the day, I’m not saying the anger isn’t justified. I’m saying the delivery is pushing away people who might otherwise want to help. And when LA becomes the loudest protest on the map, the chaos ends up being what defines it — not the cause behind it. That’s the part that really saddens me.

Lastly, I wanted to mention your point about this being an effort to create a “white America.” I get where that perspective comes from — it reflects real pain and history. But I also think there’s a difference between calling out racism and assuming that everyone who supports immigration enforcement is doing so because of racial bias. Demonizing white people — or anyone — for having a different view on borders and immigration policy doesn’t help. A lot of people, including white, Black, brown, and Asian Americans, simply believe in the need for legal processes and national security. Disagreeing with open borders or calling for structured reform doesn’t automatically mean someone is anti-immigrant or fueled by hate.

If the goal is change, we need more people in the room, not fewer. And we don’t get there by pushing away everyone who doesn’t already agree on everything.

Hi! Before I get into the details of my response, I wanted to start off with this quote (and the context) by Martin Luther King Jr:

A Riot is the Language of the Unheard.

This specific quote has resurfaced however, that is the thing about quotes. Often times, they are taken out of context to fit a better narrative. So I wanted to include his 1967 speech at Stanford.

So I will continue to condemn riots, and continue to say to my brothers and sisters that this is not the way. And continue to affirm that there is another way. But at the same time, it is as necessary for me to be as vigorous in condemning the conditions which cause persons to feel that they must engage in riotous activities as it is for me to condemn riots. I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air.

The past doesn't often repeat itself but it sure does echo and the echoes are getting louder.

You say that the message is getting lost but with all due respect, I disagree. The message is loud and clear. It's been there the whole time. In fact, I had so much more to say, but I think Donald J. Trump's latest message perfectly conveys what is happening here:

Not only did he manage to separate the two parties, he created an us versus them rhetoric that is a hundred-percent based on the color of someone's skin. And if the blatant racism still is allowing you to assume that the left is demonizing white folks, I cannot begin to break that down. Especially when the context is in regards to Trump's specific agenda for America.

While I'm glad you were able to learn something from this, I'm not entirely sure if what I have to say is enough to make a difference. You dance a very fine line between fact and feelings but there are hard lines in the sand. You restructured your question which was "why are so many on the Left pushing such hateful and frankly harmful rhetoric, all while claiming to fight fascism, authoritarianism, or dictatorship?" and then say "Even ICE is now referred to as Trump’s personal Gestapo — and when elected officials like Tim Walz echo that kind of narrative, it stops being about change and starts to feel like vilification." When the hard line in the sand is we have seen the destruction of fascism at hand. Hitler and Germany. Mussolini and Italy. Neither conflicts were met with a peaceful rhetoric. Although, I believe it's important to hear what a few of the survivors of the holocaust have to say about Trump's current administration: 1, 2, and 3. (The third confronts Trump's ICE director.)

When leftist talk about far-right politics, they are talking about far-right politics and what the folks who are on simply the right need to recognize is seeing past themselves and understand that their party is being reshaped. It no longer stands for the ideals it once did. So if misrepresentation of their part is coming from both sides, where is the accountability of their representative? Because the way you structured this makes it sound like it is solely in the hands of the left to figure out a way to deliver a message that is palpable when the issue at hand is far bigger than pleasantries. It is bigger than feelings when democratic politicians are being killed for their views and senators are being violently removed for daring to ask a question on immigration. Democracy IS being tested. 48% if Americans did not vote for this in the popular vote. We have every right to protect and protest what is left of democracy. Mind you, I must reiterate that a majority of protests were peaceful but that wasn't good enough in the face of a government that is continuously filtering content, pushing for censorship and utilizing propaganda for it's own gain.

And to the people who did not want to answer your ask, they weren't trying to prove your point, the message was already there. And I think I'm gonna join them after reading Trump's message. That was my hard line in the sand.

So what side of history do you want to be on?

And I leave those who have read this with some advice from a holocaust survivor

[charliedawn]

Heyy! Idk if you are taking requests but if you are. Could you write one of bnha in which Aizawa has a daughter and she gets in a dangerous fight and she arrives home hurt?

Thanksss :) 🤍🩷

It was late evening when Shouta, the ever-tired Pro Hero Eraserhead, sat at his desk grading papers. The room was dim, the only light being a small lamp casting a soft glow over the mess of papers and files on his desk. He had barely blinked through the last stack when his phone buzzed with a message. He ignored it at first, assuming it was another work-related notice. But then another ping followed, and a chill ran down his spine.

His daughter, who was supposed to be out with friends, hadn’t messaged him all day.

Quickly, he checked his phone. There was a message from her. "Dad, I’m coming home. Don’t freak out." His eyes narrowed in suspicion. The phrasing was strange, and that could only mean one thing: trouble.

Moments later, the front door creaked open, and Aizawa’s sharp instincts flared. He stood up from his chair and turned to face the hallway. His daughter stumbled inside, clutching her side, her clothes torn and blood staining her shirt. Her face was bruised, and there was a cut running down her arm.

His usually calm, aloof expression broke for a second, fear and anger flashing in his eyes. "What happened ?" His voice was low, tight with concern, though he quickly approached her with controlled steps. He knelt down, scanning her injuries. She tried to smile through the pain, her face contorting slightly. "It’s not as bad as it looks, Dad. Just...got caught up in a fight. Some villains decided to pick a fight on the way back. I handled it."

Aizawa's jaw clenched. He wasn't only angry at her for being reckless but also at himself for not being there when she needed him. "Handled it ? Is that what you’re calling it ?" His voice was sharper than he intended. "You’re bleeding."

"I didn't have a choice. They ambushed me." She swayed slightly on her feet, and he quickly caught her arm, guiding her to the couch.

"Sit down. I'll get the first-aid kit," Aizawa said, his tone now firm but a bit softer. She was home. That was all that mattered. He moved swiftly, returning with bandages and antiseptic. As he started to clean the wound on her arm, she winced but didn’t say a word. She knew her father was furious, but she also knew he wouldn’t raise his voice at her when she was in such a state.

"Who were they ?" he finally asked after a few minutes, his voice calm but still carrying a note of anger.

She hesitated, knowing this was the part he would not take well. "Some low-level villains. They were looking for you, and I guess they found me instead."

Aizawa’s hands stilled for a moment as he processed the information. His mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities, how close she had come to serious harm and how it had all been his fault. He should have been there. He should have gotten hurt—not her. "You shouldn’t have been alone," he said quietly, resuming his work on her wounds after a brief moment.

"I wasn’t exactly alone," she murmured. "I had a few classmates with me, but they weren’t fast enough to keep up when it started. I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt, so I told them to run while I distracted the villains."

His grip on the bandage tightened, but he kept his composure. "You were reckless. Even as my daughter, you don’t get a free pass for taking unnecessary risks like that. You should have called me immediately."

She lowered her eyes. "I know. I’m sorry."

Aizawa sighed deeply, his frustration mixing with the overwhelming relief that she had come home alive. "You’re not just sorry. You’re lucky. Next time, there might not be a 'coming home' for you if you act like that."

Her eyes softened, knowing that beneath his scolding was genuine worry. "I’ll be more careful. I promise."

Aizawa finished tending to her injuries and sat back, running a hand through his messy hair. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the tension in the air slowly dissipating.

"You’re too much like me," he finally muttered, his tone almost resigned.

She chuckled softly. "That’s what everyone says."

Aizawa looked at her, his usual tired eyes reflecting a rare, tender emotion. "That…wasn’t a compliment."

Your smile faltered a bit.

"It is for me."

He didn’t respond to that. He just sat there with her, the weight of what could’ve been still pressing down on his chest. He then suddenly pulled you into his arms.

"…Reckless idiot." he muttered. You were surprised by the hug, but returned it nonetheless with a smile.

"…I love you too, Dad."

[meiiuka]

Hi!! I'd like to request a oneshot (hurt-comfort) where Kokichi lies about something really serious and when and when the reader, (who is usually very calm and patient), realizes it was just a prank they gets really mad and upsed, I hope it's ok!

thank you for the idea anon! i hope you kokichi simps enjoy

kokichi ouma hurt-to-comfort as his s/o — oneshot:

category: one shot, hurt-to-comfort, fluff synopsis: you think you’ve caught your boyfriend kokichi ouma in a devastating lie. turns out, it was just a prank, but this still doesn't sit well with you. how could he lie about something so serious?

you watched kokichi scroll through his phone on the couch beside you, casually flipping past various apps as part of his routine. it wasn't until you saw him texting someone else that your eyes couldn't help but veer towards his screen. you didn't want to come off as too overbearing or possessive, but it was becoming hard to shrug off. you had front row seats to the ongoing message exchange between kokichi and this unfamiliar person. it probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal on a normal occasion, but something inside of you told you to worry.

you felt your heart thump loudly against your ribcage as your gaze darted away from the screen. was it right to be this concerned? you bit your tongue and took a quick peek at what the messages said.

the first one at the top was from the other person: "i miss you, my love” a wave of shock crashed over you before you could fully process anything, but your eyes kept going. the message right below it was somehow even worse.

"when are you going to come back to me and stop hanging out with that dumb bitch y/n?"

your eyes filled with horror. you couldn't help trembling at the words on your boyfriend’s screen.

kokichi quickly swiveled his head towards you with the audacity to have a huge smirk on his face. he was already in the process of responding with a heart at the end of his message but your eyes were too glossy with tears to read any of the words attached to the message.

your hurt feelings spilled out before you could control them. "kokichi, how could you do this? i thought i could actually trust you, but you betrayed me. how long have you been talking to someone else?!" you tried to stay firm in your anger but it morphed into crushing sadness.

"woah, let me explain…” his voice immediately dripped with regret as he rushed to hold your face with both of his hands, but you batted them away from you. "please... you've already hurt me enough. why are you doing this? i'm leaving."

you held your tears in your throat as you got up from the couch and headed towards the door.

“WAIT y/n it was just a prank! i’m not talking to anyone else!” his breath quickened as he chased you, "i'm... so sorry. i took it too far didn’t i? i just thought the look on your face would be hilarious if..." his voice trailed off. it hit him that there wasn't any justification for his thoughtless prank.

as you turned the handle to leave, kokichi’s panicked voice rang closely behind you, desperately pleading for your attention. you turned to face him, hot tears starting to scrape your cheeks. “you thought my pain would be funny?” your voice cracked in disbelief. “that’s not something you play around with, kokichi. how the hell would this ever be funny?”

his big sad eyes were genuinely remorseful. he took a step closer to reach his hand out to you. “i know. i’m really sorry. i didn’t think any of it through like i should’ve. you might not believe me, but never meant to hurt you like this..” his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “i knew you’d see my phone screen if we were sitting together on the couch. that’s why like an idiot, i thought it’d be funny i’d pretend i was talking to another person…” meanwhile you felt torn between your pain and the softer side of kokichi that you knew existed. “it’s just that… i don’t understand why you would do this,” you cried, trying to control your emotions.

he took a deep breath as he struggled to put his regret into words. “i know i’m not always the best at telling you how i feel, but i do care about you. i want to make you laugh, not cry. so please let me make it up to you…” his words were starting to pull your defensive walls down but the hurt was still fresh. “how will i know you won’t pull another hurtful prank again?” you asked, your tone cautious yet still yearning for reassurance.

kokichi took your hand gently, his tone soft and comforting. “no more thoughtless pranks. i swear… if i do it again you can kick me but, i know you won’t have to.” he chuckled a little as he spoke but his regret was still evident.

“ok,” you whispered, “but you have to show me that you mean it. and let me see the messages, because part of me is still afraid it was a real person.” kokichi nodded, handing you his phone the moment you asked. he lightly squeezed your hand. “i won’t mess up like this again. i’ll be there for you in the way you’ve always deserved.”

relief washed over you as this mystery person tuned out to be kokichi’s own number. this prank was stupid, you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly. “i see it now,” you sighed with a quivering voice. “i’m sorry i got so upset. i know you were just trying to be funny but this just got to me for some reason.”

kokichi rushed to interrupt you. “no! don’t be sorry for anything right now, y/n. i’m dumb for not thinking before acting.” he buried his face in his hands. “sitting here doing nothing isn’t gonna help me, so i’ll do what i can now to help you. because that’s what matters most to me.”

you could feel the weight of your pain starting to dissolve. his arms opened for a hug as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. your tears fell against his shoulder as you cried. he rubbed your back and held you for a moment as you savored the feeling. you felt vulnerable having him hold you so closely but it soothed the ache you had in your chest.

“i promise, love,” he whispered against your ear, “i will never do anything like this again. it hurts me to see you cry like this, especially knowing i’m the one who caused it.” you relaxed in his embrace. he pulled away to look at you, hands perched above your shoulders as he spoke. “how about i treat you to dinner? i know it won’t fix anything but i want to show you i care somehow.”

you laughed at his effort. “okay babe,” you replied, “let me go get ready and i’ll be right down.”

“i love you, y/n,” he murmured softly, pulling you in before planting a kiss against your lips. “let me make it up to you”

[secretlythepits]

We Said It All

My marriage has had 2 fundamental problems: communication issues and undermining in-laws. My husband is severely conflict-avoidant and allergic to emotions, so he blocked our communication. I tried so hard but couldn’t get through. And since his family, mainly SIL, was the problem, but he couldn’t handle any tension, things festered.

I’m not going to get into the details. It’s too much. But I know that I was not the problem and it was very frustrating because I didn’t cause it and I couldn’t solve it. Long ago I stopped trying. I thought by not communicating the crap she put me through and not confronting her, I was bringing him peace. In retrospect, I regret that. I should have put her in her place. It would have been a huge blow up, but I think she would have learned to not mess with me. At the time, all I knew was my husband would be in extreme distress and I didn’t know how much it would damage my marriage.

We live life forwards, but we under it backwards.

Anyway, I just found out she was worse than I thought. She was in his ear our entire marriage, lying and manipulating. I never did anything to her. It’s just her impulsive mean streak. I just told my husband that I truly hate her and that she is rotten to the core. Her “love” for him is crap because how is undermining his marriage (without reason, just because she doesn’t like me) love? She diminished his happiness and peace for sport and spite. I also pointed out how she’d sometimes forget one of our son’s birthdays and always gave him worse presents than his brother. He’s the one who looks like me. The one that looks like my husband was treated a lot better. I said it all. 18 years of holding back.

And then I met up with a friend and talked about everything else under the sun and had a lovely time. When I came back, I was was done. I had left very angry but had also said that I was going to process it and move beyond it because I don’t want to live in this anger.

When I came home, he wanted to talk. He took responsibility and apologized. A first. He said he knew it was kind of pointless because we couldn’t go back, but he sees that his avoidance was the problem and he also admitted there’s a lot he doesn’t like about his sister.

I was genuinely surprised that he was able to do that. I didn’t think I would hear anything that could lessen that deep pain. Also, it felt good to shout all the unsaid things.

It was such a doozy.

But ultimately, it feels so good to have brought the truth to the light of day. I know that moving forward, I will be healed by this conversation about the deepest pain my marriage brought. This cut so deep.

I did tell him I will no longer be civil to his sister and that I am closed to anything regarding her. They had recently had a conversation where she admitted that I had been good for him and he had shut down any criticism towards me. He accepted my position.

Truly, I owe this woman nothing. I’m a Scorpio, and when I say nothing, I mean not a thing: not an atom, not an electron, not a quark, absolute nothing. It gives me peace to lock that door and frankly I don’t care that the big moments ahead usually prompt obligatory behavior. It’s a no and a no and another no for me.

But I’m really glad my husband and I were brave enough to go to the deepest part of this problem and find truth and forgiveness.

It’s sad we weren’t able to get here earlier, but it’s a miracle we got here just in time.

[acrosstobear]

i see pictures of myself from 2022, from before mom got sick, and i don’t recognize the girl looking back at me. her eyes are so much warmer and her smile feels so much more genuine and its scary, because when i was in that time, i didn’t know that that was going to be the most carefree and happy that i would ever feel. and i’m not feeling this crushing sense of grief anymore but i think its because i’ve stripped away all the things that made me feel things. good and bad. i don’t read fic anymore because anything deeper than fluffy one shots makes me spiral for 24 hours. i halfheartedly watch tv, not really processing what’s on screen because it’s all bullshit tropes that could never properly represent how it really feels. i engage with my friends on a surface level, if that, and it’s not because i don’t feel like i can be open and honest with them or ask them for help but mostly because i don’t even know what i’m feeling. i feel nothing, nowadays. i’m saying the right things and i’m going through the motions but i know that there’s so much more life to live for and i feel like i’m just letting it all pass me by because it’s life that i would have to go chase after, that i have to make happen, and i’m scared it’s going to put me through more emotions than i feel like i can handle. all i know how to handle these days is anger, and i’ve got so much of it that it’s easy to lean on that and feel like i’m dealing with my emotions but i am just numb, really, and i don’t know how to get out of this rut.

[shiorihyugawrites]

Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Solina stormed through the halls, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Soleil hurried to keep up, her expression filled with concern as she tried to calm her sister. The ornate decorations and warm lighting did nothing to soothe Solina’s frayed emotions; all she could think about was her father’s cold words and the lies that had been woven around her.

Levi and the scouts were gathered in the main hall, Solomon standing slightly apart as he engaged in quiet conversation with Mikasa. The moment Solina entered, the tension in the room shifted. Levi’s sharp eyes immediately locked onto her, reading the anger and hurt in her expression. He straightened from where he had been leaning against the wall, his arms uncrossing as if preparing for a fight.

Soleil caught Solina by the arm as they entered, her voice low and pleading. “Solina, please, take a moment to breathe. You’re upset—I get it—but this isn’t the way to handle it.”

Solina whirled on her sister, her emerald eyes blazing with emotion. “How am I supposed to handle it, Soleil? Pretend like everything’s fine? Like father didn’t just confirm everything we overheard? He’s building weapons for war, Soleil. Nuclear weapons! And he didn’t think I deserved to know?”

Soleil flinched at the raw hurt in Solina’s voice, her own expression conflicted. “I don’t know what to say, Solina. I didn’t know either… but storming in here and talking about it in front of everyone—”

“I don’t care who hears!” Solina snapped, her voice carrying through the hall. “They might as well know the truth since father clearly doesn’t trust me enough to tell me himself.”

Levi approached cautiously, his calm demeanor steadying in contrast to her fury. “What happened?” he asked, his voice low but firm. “Why are you this upset?”

Solina’s gaze snapped to him, and for a moment, she hesitated. The quiet strength in Levi’s eyes had a grounding effect, but it wasn’t enough to quell the storm inside her. “What happened?” she repeated bitterly. “I confronted my father about what I overheard in that tent—about him building nuclear weapons—and he dismissed me like I was a child who didn’t understand the stakes. He doesn’t trust me, Levi. None of them do.”

Levi’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw tightening as he processed her words. He glanced at Solomon, who had gone rigid at the mention of the confrontation, his grey eyes darting between Solina and Levi.

“Solina,” Soleil said softly, stepping closer, “you know father cares about you. Maybe he just didn’t want to burden you with this.”

“Burden me?” Solina turned on her sister, her voice sharp with disbelief. “I’m the ambassador of Valoria in Paradis, Soleil. I’ve been at the forefront of building this alliance. If anyone should know about something as monumental as this, it’s me. But instead, he chooses secrecy. He chooses Solomon and Mother and leaves me in the dark.”

Solomon finally stepped forward, his tone hesitant. “Solina, it’s not about trust. It’s about—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off, her voice trembling with both anger and sorrow. “Don’t stand there and try to justify this, Solomon. You knew. You’ve known all along, and you never said a word. Do you have any idea how that feels?”

Solomon’s shoulders slumped slightly, guilt flickering across his face. “It’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple!” Solina snapped, her voice cracking. “I’ve spent my whole life trying to make father proud, trying to be someone he could depend on, and this is how he repays me? By shutting me out of the most important decision he’s ever made?”

The room was thick with tension, the scouts exchanging uneasy glances as they tried to decipher the full scope of the situation. Hange, ever the curious observer, leaned toward Levi and whispered, “Nuclear weapons? What’s that?”

Levi ignored her, his focus entirely on Solina. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “You need to calm down,” he said gently but firmly. “I get that you’re angry—and you have every right to be—but yelling about this here isn’t going to help.”

Solina looked up at him, her emotions swirling just beneath the surface. For a moment, she seemed to falter, the weight of her hurt threatening to overwhelm her. “I don’t know what to do, Levi,” she admitted quietly, her voice breaking. “I feel like everything I thought I knew about my family is… is unraveling.”

Levi reached out, resting a steadying hand on her shoulder. “You’re not alone in this,” he said, his voice softer now. “We’ll figure it out. But you need to take a step back and think before you act. Don’t let your emotions control you.”

Solina’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she nodded slightly, her breaths evening out as she tried to regain her composure. Soleil hovered nearby, her expression a mix of worry and relief as she watched her sister calm down.

Solomon took a cautious step closer, his tone apologetic. “Solina, I never meant to hurt you. None of us did. Father… he’s doing what he thinks is necessary to protect Valoria.”

“And what about Paradis?” Solina asked, her voice quieter now but still firm. “What about the alliance we’ve worked so hard to build? Do you think they’ll trust us if they find out we’ve been building weapons in secret?”

Solomon didn’t have an answer, his silence speaking volumes. Solina shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Levi gave Solomon a pointed look, one that clearly conveyed the need for honesty moving forward. “You’re not doing yourselves any favors by keeping her in the dark,” he said plainly.

But the tension in the room remained thick, especially as Solina’s words settled over the group. Levi’s hand remained on her shoulder, but his sharp eyes flicked toward Hange, who was already furrowing her brows in confusion. The look they exchanged was brief but telling—What the hell is a nuclear weapon?

The rest of the scouts, huddled nearby, were equally puzzled. Sasha leaned in closer to Connie, whispering, “Do you know what that means?”

Connie shook his head. “Not a clue. Sounds like something bad, though.”

Jean crossed his arms, his expression tense. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t sound good.”

All eyes eventually turned to Solomon, who stood rigid under their scrutiny. His usual air of confidence was nowhere to be seen; instead, guilt and unease colored his features. His lips pressed into a thin line as he avoided meeting anyone’s gaze.

Levi was the first to break the silence, his voice low but firm. “Alright, Solomon. Spill it. What exactly is a nuclear weapon?”

Solomon hesitated, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “It’s… complicated,” he began, his tone evasive. “It’s a weapon, yes, but—”

“Don’t even try to sugarcoat it,” Solina cut in sharply, her voice filled with frustration. She turned her piercing emerald gaze on her brother. “If you won’t tell them, I will.”

Solomon flinched at her tone, but before he could protest, Solina stepped forward, addressing the group directly. “Nuclear weapons are devices capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction. They work by splitting atoms—specifically uranium or plutonium—and releasing an enormous amount of energy in the form of an explosion. These weapons can destroy entire cities in seconds. They don’t just kill people; they leave the land uninhabitable for years because of radiation. It’s not just a weapon—it’s a catastrophe waiting to happen.”

The room froze, the weight of her explanation sinking in like a stone. Hange’s eyes widened, her analytical mind already racing to process the horrifying implications. “Splitting atoms?” she murmured. “You’re talking about manipulating the very fabric of matter itself. That kind of energy… It’s beyond anything we’ve ever seen.”

Levi’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing at Solomon. “And your father wants to build these? Why?”

Solomon shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering to the floor. “He sees it as a deterrent,” he said quietly. “Something to ensure Valoria’s safety. If we have the most powerful weapon, no one will dare attack us.”

“Bullshit,” Levi shot back, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “You don’t build something like that just to scare people. You build it because you’re planning to use it. So tell me, Solomon—who does your father plan on going to war with?”

Solomon hesitated, his silence confirming Levi’s suspicions. Solina let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Of course he doesn’t tell us that either. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Paradis isn’t the only place Father sees as a threat. He’s probably looking at the other kingdoms on the continent, maybe even the nations overseas.”

Hange looked visibly horrified, her hands gripping the back of a chair for support. “You’re telling me your father is planning to escalate things to global warfare? With weapons that could wipe entire nations off the map?”

Jean let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. Completely insane.”

Mikasa, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with tension. “And you didn’t think it was important to mention this sooner, Solomon? We’ve been working toward an alliance, trying to foster trust between Valoria and Paradis, and all this time, your father’s been building weapons that could destroy everything?”

Solomon finally looked up, his expression pained. “Do you think I wanted this?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. “I argued with him. I tried to convince him there was another way, but he wouldn’t listen. He thinks this is the only way to secure Valoria’s future.”

“By threatening everyone else’s future?” Solina shot back, her voice trembling with anger. “He’s not protecting Valoria—he’s endangering it. Do you really think other nations will sit back and do nothing if they find out about this?”

Levi stepped closer to Solomon, his presence commanding. “Let me make this clear,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “If your father’s actions threaten Paradis—or anyone else for that matter—I won’t stand by and let it happen. Whatever loyalty you think I owe him because of this alliance, it doesn’t extend to turning a blind eye to this madness.”

Solomon swallowed hard, nodding slightly. “I understand. And I don’t want this any more than you do. But my hands are tied. I can’t go against him outright without risking everything.”

Hange stepped forward, her voice sharp. “Then we need to find another way. If your father won’t listen to reason, we’ll have to make him see the consequences of his actions.”

Solina crossed her arms, her expression set with determination. “I’ll talk to him again. He may not listen to me, but I’m not giving up. I won’t let him drag Valoria—and the rest of the world—into chaos.”

Levi met her gaze, a flicker of admiration in his steel-gray eyes. “You’re not alone in this,” he said quietly. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

But then suddenly, the grand doors to the main hall creaked open, and everyone, turned their attention to the imposing figures of the Emperor and Lady Solana stepping inside. The emperor's presence commanded immediate silence, his towering frame exuding an air of authority. Beside him, Lady Solana’s serene but unreadable expression only added to the tension in the room.

Emperor Armand’s sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the various expressions that greeted him. Captain Levi stood firm, his steel-gray eyes narrowed with barely restrained anger. Commander Hange looked visibly upset, her brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a tight line. The rest of the scouts mirrored their leaders' emotions—confusion, frustration, and disbelief etched on their faces.

Then the emperor’s gaze shifted to his children. Soleil looked as though she was on the verge of panic, her anxious glances darting between her father and her siblings. Solomon couldn’t even meet his father’s eyes; his guilt was written plainly across his face. Finally, the emperor’s eyes landed on Solina.

His precious diamond. The daughter who had always adored him, who had looked up to him with unwavering trust. But now, her emerald eyes burned with anger and disappointment, emotions he had never seen directed at him before. The weight of her gaze struck him harder than he cared to admit, and for a brief moment, a flicker of guilt crossed his features. But his resolve remained firm—his plans were necessary for Valoria’s future, no matter the personal cost.

The silence was broken by Levi, his voice cold and cutting. “Alright, Your Majesty. Enough of the games. What the hell are you doing with those nuclear weapons?”

The emperor’s expression hardened. “Captain, I—”

Hange stepped forward, interrupting him. “And don’t give us some rehearsed speech about Valoria’s security,” she said, her tone sharp. “Paradis agreed to an alliance that would integrate our military with yours, provide support, and allow the mining of the ice burst stone. That’s it. We didn’t sign up to be dragged into another war. We’ve had enough of that.”

The emperor’s gaze shifted between Levi and Hange, his jaw tightening. “You did agree to the mining of the ice burst stone,” he said evenly. “But you didn’t stipulate how Valoria could use the resources. The contract is binding, signed by both parties, and sealed through the marriage of my daughter to Captain Levi.”

At this, Levi’s scowl deepened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You’re telling me you’re using my marriage to Solina as leverage for this madness?”

“I’m telling you that the agreement is final,” the emperor replied, his tone unyielding. “Paradis is not the target of these weapons. You are our allies, and I hold no ill will toward you or your people. My daughter lives here now. I would never bring harm to this land.”

Solina stepped forward, her voice trembling with both anger and hurt. “But you would bring harm to others?” she asked, her tone sharp. “Who are you planning to use these weapons against, Father? Why do you need something so destructive?”

The emperor turned to face her fully, his expression softening just slightly. “Solina, my dear,” he began, his voice measured, “I don’t expect you to understand, but the Southern Continent is in chaos. Marley and the surrounding regions are plagued with unrest and instability. If Valoria doesn’t step in to bring order, that chaos will spread across the world. I have a responsibility to stabilize that region and bring it under the Valorian Empire.”

“You mean conquer it,” Solina said bitterly. “You’re planning to go to war with the Southern Continent, with Marley, and you’re using these weapons to do it. That’s not stabilizing anything—that’s tyranny.”

The emperor’s eyes narrowed, his tone growing colder. “Watch your words, Solina. This is not tyranny. This is leadership. If we do not act, others will. The Southern Continent will either fall into the hands of those who will exploit and destroy it, or it will rise under Valoria’s guidance, becoming a beacon of prosperity.”

“Prosperity through fear and destruction?” Levi interjected, his voice laced with disdain. “That’s what you’re calling it?”

Lady Solana, who had been silent until now, placed a gentle hand on the emperor’s arm. “Perhaps we should approach this discussion with more understanding,” she said softly, though her eyes betrayed her own unease. “Emotions are running high.”

“Emotions?” Hange snapped. “This isn’t about emotions. It’s about morality. You’re planning to use weapons that could destroy entire cities—entire nations—and you expect us to just stand by and let it happen?”

The emperor’s expression darkened. “You are allies of Valoria. That means you support our endeavors. I am not asking for your approval—I am informing you of what will be.”

“That’s not how alliances work,” Levi said, his voice deadly calm. “If you think Paradis will blindly follow you into a war, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Solina’s voice broke through the tension, her words trembling with emotion. “How could you do this, Father? How could you keep this from me? From all of us? I thought I knew you. I thought I could trust you.”

The emperor faltered, his stern demeanor softening as he looked at her. “Solina, my decisions are not made lightly. Everything I do is for the future of Valoria—and for you.”

“I don’t want this future,” Solina said, her voice cracking. “Not like this.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. For the first time, the emperor looked uncertain, his gaze flickering between his daughter, the scouts, and his wife. But his resolve quickly returned, and he straightened his posture.

“This conversation is over,” he said firmly. “You will see, in time, that this is the only way forward.”

With that, he turned and left the hall, Lady Solana following closely behind. The scouts stood in stunned silence, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

No one dared to speak. The weight of the revelations hung heavily over the room, suffocating and inescapable. The scouts, who had once felt a glimmer of hope in their alliance with Valoria, now felt the sting of betrayal deep in their chests.

Levi’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his jaw taut with anger. His piercing gaze flicked toward the others, taking in their equally disheartened expressions. Hange looked the most visibly upset, her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Sasha and Connie exchanged wide-eyed, disbelieving looks, while Mikasa’s stoic facade cracked, her brow furrowed in worry. Eren was fuming silently, his fists trembling, while Jean paced in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

The scouts had been desperate when Valoria’s offer of alliance came through. After years of Marley’s oppression and brutal warfare, the promise of protection and support from the most powerful empire in the world seemed like a gift from the heavens. The conditions—military integration and a political marriage—had felt like a small price to pay for freedom. But now, with the truth laid bare, it felt like they had signed away their souls without even realizing it.

Levi’s teeth ground together audibly as he struggled to keep his anger in check. He felt like a fool. They’d been so eager to escape Marley’s grip that they’d leaped at the first opportunity presented to them, blind to the strings attached. And now, those strings were dragging them toward another war—another bloody massacre that none of them wanted to be a part of.

At the far end of the room, Solina stood frozen in place, her shoulders trembling as tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Solomon, her elder brother, her supposed protector, with an expression so filled with disappointment it made him visibly flinch.

“Solina…” Solomon began, his voice low, almost pleading, but she shook her head sharply, cutting him off.

“No.” Her voice wavered, and she took a step back, shaking her head again. “You knew,” she said, her voice trembling with both anger and heartbreak. “You knew this entire time, didn’t you?”

Solomon looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s not as simple as you think, Solina,” he muttered weakly.

“Not as simple?” Solina’s voice rose, her emotions spilling over. “You stood by and let this happen. You let Father lie to me, to everyone! You knew what he was planning, and you said nothing!”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and tears began streaming down her cheeks. She turned away from her brother, her gaze sweeping across the room until it landed on the scouts. Their faces were a mixture of pity, anger, and sadness, and seeing them like that only deepened her guilt. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling as she spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper at first. Then, louder, “I’m so sorry.”

The scouts watched her in stunned silence as she broke down, her sobs wracking her small frame. “I didn’t know,” she choked out, her words spilling over one another. “I didn’t know this was what he was planning. I thought… I thought the alliance was supposed to be about peace, about helping each other. Not this. Not war. Not… this greed.”

Her knees buckled slightly, and Soleil rushed to her side, trying to steady her, but Solina pulled away, her tears falling faster. “My family… our politics, our alliances, our marriages—they were always meant to secure peace, to protect our people. But this? This is horrific. I don’t even recognize him anymore.”

Levi’s chest tightened painfully as he watched Solina crumble before them, her heartbreak laid bare for all to see. He couldn’t stand it. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them, his boots echoing against the marble floor. Gently, but firmly, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest.

“Solina,” he murmured softly, his deep voice grounding her as he held her close. Her sobs muffled against his chest as she gripped the fabric of his shirt, her small hands trembling. Levi rested his chin lightly atop her head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns against her back. “It’s not your fault,” he said firmly. “None of this is your fault.”

Solina shook her head against him, her words broken by her crying. “But it is. My family… my father… he’s doing this, and I—”

“Stop,” Levi interrupted gently but firmly. He pulled back just enough to tilt her face up to meet his gaze. His sharp gray eyes softened as they locked with hers. “You’re not responsible for your father’s actions. Do you hear me? None of this is on you.”

“But the alliance…” Solina began, her voice trembling.

Levi shook his head. “We took the deal because we thought it was the best option for Paradis. That’s on us, not you.”

Solina’s tears continued to fall, but she nodded slightly, her breathing beginning to steady as Levi’s presence calmed her. Soleil watched the scene unfold, her own expression filled with concern and helplessness. Solomon remained rooted in place, guilt etched into every line of his face.

Hange, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, her voice uncharacteristically subdued. “Solina, none of us blame you for this. We’re angry, yes, but not at you. Never at you.”

The other scouts nodded in agreement, murmuring quiet words of reassurance. Sasha stepped forward hesitantly, her voice soft. “Solina, you didn’t know. You’re just as blindsided as we are.”

“Maybe even more,” Jean added, his usual sharp tone replaced with sincerity.

Solina sniffled, her gaze flickering between the scouts. Their kindness, their understanding, only made her tears fall harder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Levi held her a moment longer before finally releasing her, though his hand remained on her shoulder in a steadying gesture. His sharp eyes flicked to Solomon, his expression hardening once more. “But this doesn’t change the fact that your father has dragged us into something we didn’t agree to.”

Hange stepped forward, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “And we need to figure out what the hell we’re going to do about it,” she said, her tone grim.

The room fell silent again as the weight of their situation settled over them like a dark cloud. Levi’s grip on Solina’s shoulder tightened slightly, a silent promise that he wouldn’t let this break her—or them. One way or another, they would find a way out of this mess.

…

Hours later, the tension in the meeting room was suffocating. The scouts sat scattered around the long table, some leaning back in frustration, others hunched forward, their heads in their hands. The weight of the emperor’s revelation bore down on them like a storm cloud, and the silence was broken only by the occasional creak of wood or the soft rustling of paper.

Levi sat at the head of the table, his elbows on the armrests of his chair, fingers steepled in thought. His sharp gray eyes stared into the middle distance, his mind churning as he processed the situation. The memory of the letter from Valoria was fresh in his mind—not as a fleeting thought but as a haunting reminder of the mistake they’d made.

Kiyomi had delivered the proposal with careful precision, explaining Valoria’s offer as though it were a gift sent from the heavens. Paradis, desperate for allies and resources, had been eager to accept. And Levi, though skeptical, had ultimately agreed to the terms.

The emperor had offered his "favorite" daughter, Princess Solina, as part of the alliance. It was meant to be a gesture of goodwill, proof of Valoria’s commitment to Paradis. But Levi had known better than to take it at face value. Why would a man like Emperor Armand—calculating, intelligent, and shrewd—offer up his most beloved child to a soldier like Levi? Why the urgency to mine the ice burst stone?

At the time, Levi hadn’t voiced all his concerns. Paradis was in no position to negotiate. Marley was still a threat, and the island’s resources were stretched thin. The promise of Valoria’s military support and technological advancements was too valuable to pass up.

Still, Levi had remained wary when they traveled to Valoria for the marriage arrangements. Meeting the emperor in person had done little to ease his suspicions. The man was as calculated as Levi had expected, his every move deliberate, his words chosen with care. But Levi had also seen something unexpected—genuine love for his family. Emperor Armand doted on his children, and his affection for Solina was evident in every interaction.

That had been enough to reassure Levi. He’d believed that as long as Solina was on Paradis, the emperor wouldn’t dare bring harm to the island.

But now? Now it was clear Levi had underestimated the man’s ambitions. Emperor Armand didn’t just want alliances—he wanted domination. And the ice burst stone wasn’t just a resource for technological advancements; it was the foundation for a new era of warfare.

Levi’s jaw tightened as he leaned back in his chair, the creak of wood drawing the attention of the others. He glanced around the table, taking in their expressions. Hange’s face was tight with frustration, her fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against the table. Jean’s arms were crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line, while Connie and Sasha exchanged uneasy glances. Eren looked as though he were ready to punch something, and Mikasa sat silently, her stoic facade betraying the tension in her shoulders.

“We’re screwed,” Jean muttered, breaking the silence. “The emperor could force us into this war, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Not nothing,” Hange countered, though her voice lacked its usual energy. “We can stall. Gather more information. Maybe find a way to turn this around.”

“Turn it around how?” Sasha asked, her voice tinged with desperation. “We agreed to the alliance. We agreed to let them mine the ice burst stone. They have all the power.”

“They don’t have all the power,” Eren interjected, his green eyes blazing. “We still have the Founding Titan.”

“Eren, don’t,” Mikasa said quietly, her gaze fixed on the table. “You know that’s not the answer.”

Eren clenched his fists, but he didn’t argue. The room fell silent again, and all eyes turned to Levi, who hadn’t said a word.

Levi exhaled slowly, his voice low and steady when he finally spoke. “This isn’t what we signed up for,” he said, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. “We agreed to an alliance to protect Paradis, not to be dragged into another war.”

“But what choice do we have?” Connie asked. “If we refuse, the emperor could pull his support. Marley would come after us.”

Levi’s gaze sharpened. “Then we don’t refuse. Not yet.”

“What are you saying, Captain?” Hange asked, leaning forward.

“We play along,” Levi said, his tone firm. “We give the emperor what he wants—for now. But we keep our eyes open. We gather information, figure out exactly what he’s planning, and look for a way out.”

Jean frowned. “And if there isn’t a way out?”

“There’s always a way out,” Levi said, his voice cold. “We just have to find it.”

Meanwhile, in the common room, Solina sat on a plush couch with Soleil and Solomon. The atmosphere was heavy, the air thick with unspoken words. Solomon sat slumped in a chair, his gaze fixed on the floor. He couldn’t bring himself to look at either of his sisters.

“Say something,” Solina said, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. “Defend him. Defend this plan. I dare you.”

Solomon flinched but said nothing. Soleil reached for Solina’s hand, her grip firm and comforting. “Solina, please—”

“No,” Solina snapped, pulling her hand away. Her emerald eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at Solomon. “You knew. You knew what he was planning, and you said nothing. You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie,” Solomon said quietly, his voice heavy with guilt. “I just… I couldn’t tell you.”

“That’s the same thing,” Solina shot back, her voice breaking. “Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel? By you? By Father? By all of you?”

Solomon’s shoulders sagged, but he still couldn’t meet her gaze. Soleil tried again, her voice gentle but firm. “We’re going to figure this out, Solina. Together.”

Solina shook her head, her tears falling freely now as she glared at her brother. “I don’t even know what ‘together’ means anymore.”

Solomon shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her piercing emerald eyes. Soleil, seated beside her sister, looked just as shaken, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. The silence between the three siblings stretched unbearably before Solina finally broke it, her voice trembling with equal parts anger and disbelief.

“Who else knows, Solomon?” she demanded. 

Solomon sighed, running a hand through his curly red hair as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “James and Gale know,” he admitted quietly, his tone weighed down with guilt. “And… possibly Opal and Ivoria, too.”

Soleil’s mouth fell open, her golden-brown eyes wide with shock. “What?!” she gasped. “James and Gale, I can understand, but Opal and Ivoria? They’re thousands of miles away! How would they even—”

“Because Father has been in correspondence with their husbands,” Solomon cut in, his voice sharp but not unkind. “He’s been working with them for months to secure the logistics of the plan. Their countries would be key allies in this war.”

Solina’s hand flew to her mouth, her breath hitching as she processed the revelation. “So… they all know? Every single one of them, except us?”

Solomon winced. “I don’t know for certain about Opal and Ivoria,” he clarified. “But based on the letters Father has been sending their husbands, I’d say it’s likely. And James and Gale… well, they’ve been involved since the beginning.”

Soleil stared at her brother as though he were a stranger. “This doesn’t make sense,” she said, shaking her head. “Why would Father involve everyone except us? We’re his daughters too, Solomon! Solina is his ambassador to Paradis! Why keep her in the dark?”

“I don’t know,” Solomon admitted, his voice strained. “Maybe he thought it was for your own good. Or maybe…” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to Solina.

“Maybe what?” Solina snapped, her patience wearing thin.

“Maybe he didn’t trust you to agree with his plans,” Solomon finished, his tone soft but unyielding. “You’ve always been an advocate for peace and diplomacy, Solina. He might’ve thought you’d object—and loudly.”

Solina let out a bitter laugh, tears pooling in her eyes. “Of course I would’ve objected! Anyone with a conscience would! He’s building weapons capable of destroying entire cities, entire countries! How could he think I’d be okay with that?”

Soleil reached out to touch Solina’s hand, her voice trembling. “And what about me?” she asked quietly. “Did he think I wouldn’t understand either? Or was I just… too insignificant to bother with?”

Solomon’s expression twisted with pain. “You’re not insignificant, Soleil. Neither of you are. I think…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I think Father wanted to shield you from this. From the burden of knowing.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Solina spat, her voice breaking. “He had no right to decide what we could or couldn’t handle. We’re his daughters, Solomon. We’re supposed to be a family.”

Soleil’s lips trembled, but she nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Solina. This isn’t fair.”

Solomon lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re both right. And I’m sorry. I should’ve told you sooner. But you have to understand… it’s complicated. This plan, this war—it’s not something Father decided on a whim. He genuinely believes it’s what’s best for Valoria.”

Solina stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor as she pushed it back. “Best for Valoria?” she repeated, her voice rising with fury. “What about what’s best for the rest of the world? What about Paradis? What about the countless innocent lives that will be destroyed because of his ambition?”

Solomon finally looked up, his face etched with regret. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for, Solina,” he said quietly. “But I do know this: Father loves you. Both of you. And everything he’s doing—whether we agree with it or not—is because he wants to ensure Valoria’s future.”

“By sacrificing others?” Solina shot back, her voice cracking. “That’s not love, Solomon. That’s greed. That’s power. And I can’t—I won’t—stand by and watch him destroy everything we stand for.”

Soleil rose to her feet as well, placing a gentle hand on Solina’s arm. “What are we going to do, Solina?” she asked, her voice laced with fear. “If Father’s mind is made up, how can we stop him?”

Solina’s gaze softened as she looked at her younger sister. “I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “But I’m not going to give up. I’ll find a way to make him see reason. I have to.”

Solomon watched them, his heart heavy with guilt and uncertainty. “Just… be careful,” he said quietly. “Father isn’t a man who changes his mind easily. And if he finds out you’re working against him…”

Solina met his gaze, her green eyes blazing with determination. “I’m not afraid of him,” she said firmly. “He’s my father. And if he’s truly the man I thought he was, he’ll listen to me. He has to.”

With that, she turned and left the room, Soleil following close behind. Solomon remained seated, his head in his hands, as the weight of his family’s fractured trust threatened to crush him.

~

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[evilhasnever]

the thought recently came to my mind and stayed there since so I really need to share it with someone. do you think in case jgy and/or nmj get resurrected/reborn with their memories intact post-canon, they would hold some kind of resentment towards lxc? for jgy, I think it's pretty in-character for him to disregard his part in ruining lxc's trust and lying and inadvertently using him in killing nmj, and simply be upset with the stabbing. and for nmj it's too pretty obvious of a moment of 'I told you so!', and lxc not listening to his warnings eventually got him killed. on the other hand, lxc has plenty of time to reflect on everything that has happened, and I doubt fierce corpses have any sense of time and space in order to process everything. I've just never seen this aspect in any of the post-canon fix-its I've read

Oh yay I love getting anons! I hope it’s ok if I tl;dr disagree with some of these ideas and give you my own :’) Let me start with: jgy and nmj at the end of the story are non-sentient fierce corpses (or, in jgy’s case, just a corpse that has not turned yet) so there won’t be any talking or processing anything at all. So, let us assume they are brought back in the exact same mental state they were at when they died.

I’m no NMJ scholar, mind you, but - while I think he would absolutely be angry when he comes back, I also think he would not be justified in being angry.  Certainly not at LXC! He’d likely be mad at LXC, JGY, NHS, and basically everyone but himself... but he is at least partially responsible for the situation that led to his own death. (Remember, he tried to kill JGY three times before JGY retaliated, and he never once stopped pressuring him to go against his father, which JGY genuinely could not do without being exiled or worse.) JGY would likely not have killed him had he not become a threat to his life first. Would NMJ still tell LXC “I told you so”? Probably. But LXC is absolutely not responsible for his death in any way, and absolutely does not deserve that anger. NMJ’s warnings that JGY would “be a danger to the world” were unfounded paranoia, entirely unrelated to the reasons for his eventual murder. Whether NMJ comes to term with that fact, though, I don’t really know. I have a rather uncharitable view of his canonical beliefs and his way of handling just about any situation that involved JGY, so... unless death changes him as a person, I am skeptical. Now for the xiyao part of the deal (you asked me, you had to be expecting this to be mainly about xiyao!)

I have given this one some thought previously, contemplating various postcanon AUs and things I wanted to write. I think it could go both ways... JGY would be justified in being angry with Lan Xichen, that is what his epic final speech seems to imply - he has always protected LXC (from hurt, from involvement, from horrible truths) and in return, he gets stabbed! But canonically we know that, even at his angriest, he still pushed LXC away to save his life. So was he still angry at him? Would he be angry at him after he comes back? Of course it’s complicated, but I’m leaning towards no. Especially when he knows that Huaisang tricked LXC, and he knows it was likely the accumulation of his revealed deeds that had shaken LXC’s faith in the first place. I think eventually he’d blame himself for it, rather than Lan Xichen.

There is a quote that stuck with me from one of the very first fics I read in this fandom years ago, from JGY to LXC;

“I forgive you,” he says roughly. “I forgave you before I was even dead[...]”

(from Grief Negotiations by Nomette)

I think, ultimately, that’s how I see it. Whether LXC forgives himself, that’s another story entirely.

[never-not-ever]

I have my check in soon and I’m so conflicted. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want them to overreact and pull my pass on Thursday or God forbid put me back on a 1:1. But I also don’t want to take credit for “handling things so well”.

I think pulling my pass is more likely to happen than the 1:1. It’s like that validation that see I’m still screwing things up, stop giving me credit where it’s not due!!

So long story short (will it be though) I had to switch rooms, out of the single and into a double with another younger girl who’s actually really chill. But right after I was told this I immediately started freaking out. Now don’t get me wrong- I am not saying I was freaking out because I had to change rooms. I started freaking out because of my reaction to this. Like I work in this field, I know that room changes happen for many different reasons and yea it sucks but there’s nothing they can do about it.

Here’s where my overthinking comes into play. I’ve already overthought over and over and over again how if I slip up and get landed back on the 1:1 it’s going to look like I want to be on the 1:1. Now with this room change it’s going to look like that even more because I’d have to be in a single. Then it’s well that’s going to be more stress on the staff… And the whole while I’m freaking out I’m realizing just how fucked up all this is. And I’m crying and biting my hand and then in between packing bags on the floor I started punching the ground.

I did at one point go out and take a PRN and ask to talk to my social worker. And then I went back to packing and back to punching the ground. Annoyed with myself for this overreaction I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself on repeat in my head.

Finally she came in to talk and I told her I wanted to start the process to leaving on Friday. She said that was up to my doctor. So I vented a little about the whole situation, how my reaction isn’t justified, my emotions are too much, jumping to anger is too much. I just want to go home and deal with things on my own. That I’m not going to kill myself but it doesn’t matter if I hurt myself. That all this is pointless because I still can’t control my emotions and things are still too extreme. She was really great and I appreciated her talking to me. She kept saying how what I was doing was progress, talking instead of self harm. I was vague and said things like “it’s too late” and rolled my eyes at some points. But she didn’t catch on.

My doctor came a little later to ask about my pharmacy outside of here and also apologize about the room change and I stopped her and said do not even entertain my crazy brattyness (if that’s even a word). We’re going to talk more about it tomorrow which I’m so not looking forward to.

On top of all this the nursing director of the unit came by to clarify that she does not hate me and actually genuinely likes me and finds me pleasant and nice. I had mentioned to my social worker how she already doesn’t like me and now I’m looking like a selfish brat freaking out cause of a room change. But I kept trying to reiterate that it’s not the actual change itself but the anger is all towards myself for my reaction and emotions.

Anyways like I said I’m meeting with my check in like any second now and as much as I want to confess and get it off my chest about the hand stuff, I know I can’t. I just need to make it a few more days. If I mention it or even hint at it I know my pass will get pulled. Like if my doctor asks tomorrow if I self harmed tonight I want to say it doesn’t matter but that is too much. I need to just say no and move on. I’ll confess it on Thursday when I get back.

[long-cosmos-overhead]

MHA Preference: What Makes Them Emotional

(I do not own MHA or it’s characters/ gifs not mine)

Izuku

1. When you show up to every one of his events

Even something as small as watching him train or a study session. All his life people have let him down and bullied him, he’s used to people not showing up to birthday parties, cancelling on him or flat out ignoring or beating him. Just you showing up for him and him alone makes him so happy. He was actually surprised when you showed up ready to watch him train on time with some snacks so he wouldn’t run out of energy

2. Kissing his scars

Izuku is insecure about everything especially the scars on his hand, he’s worried to hold your hand or touch your skin purely because he’s afraid you’ll find them ugly. He is a blushing mess for your affection but his heart stops when he feels your lips kissing the scars on his hands. Needless to say he cried no one has ever made him feel more appreciated and strong

3. Fretting over him

Izuku feels guilty for making you worry about him especially since he practically lives in recovery girls office and is constantly pushing and overdoing it but he feels happy knowing that no matter what happens you’ll be by his side. He accepts your scolding with a sheepish apology and smile but it’s nice for him to know that you care about him and his well-being something he didn’t usually get a lot of

Bakugou

1. Sticking with him during his anger

Bakugou knows he’s not the nicest and he genuinely feels unworthy of anyone to be with him during his moments of pure rage. He doesn’t see it in the moment but you sitting there after everyone has ran away from him helped him more than you know. He didn’t realise how much he needed someone to be there for him before you

2. Standing up for him

He acts like he hates it but he secretly loves when you stand up for him before he can get a word in. He knows you know he can handle it perfectly but yet you still back him up. It’s just further proof of your love for him a factor that shows you’re with him no matter what and he always stands up for you in return

3. Giving him space

Bakugou is a person that needs time alone he can’t be around people when he’s hit a low and he prefers to deal with it himself and he is eternally grateful that you never push or force him to tell you anything when he disappears. He appreciates that you don’t mention it and act like normal asking if he wants to watch a movie or go for a walk instead

Shoto

1. When you kiss his scar

Shoto is deeply insecure about his scar and left side, he freezes for a good few minutes after you kiss his scar processing what you just did. He doesn’t smile or cry he leans his head into the crook of your neck and you both stay that way until you hear him say a quiet ‘thank you’

2. The first time you praised his fire quirk

It was after the first time he used his fire quirk against deku. At the time he barely even knew you but after his match you ran over to him gushing over how ‘cool and pretty’ his fire was. You didn’t acknowledge endeavour instead talking about his quirk as HIS and not endeavours. He never told you but he still thinks about it to this day

3. When you came over to his house and his siblings loved you

Shoto wasn’t expecting the best response when you came to his house but you settled right in with Fuyumi offering to help make dinner and cleaning up so she wouldn’t have to. Not to mention the amount many times Natsuo said ‘they’re really cool’ after you left. You made the evening with his family better and he’s forever thankful for making him feel happier in his home

Denki

1. Taking care of him when he short circuits

You were the only person aside from his mother that didn’t laugh at him after he short circuited that in itself would have been enough since he’s always so embarrassed about it but you led him to his dorm and made sure he wasn’t hurt until he came back. Denki has never cried out of happiness so much after you left

2. Always assuring him he’s not annoying or ‘too much’

Denki is secretly insecure of himself after he’s been around people. His smile and energy is genuine but afterwards he always wonders if he’s annoying his friends and that they ‘just put up with him’ but you reassure him for hours that that’s not the case and he’s always wanted by you. It lessens the load of thoughts in his head and he’s super happy that you would go to so much effort to make him know he’s loved

3. Always congratulating him after every exam

No matter if he passed or failed you don’t care, you’re proud of Denki and always take him out for ice cream or treat him to cuddles after an exam. Not only does it make Denki less nervous for exams but he can fall in your arms no matter how he did and you’ll always remind him that he’s amazing and capable of becoming a hero

Kirishima

1. When you bare his burdens

Kirishima by nature is sunshine. He’s always cheering everyone up but sometimes he’s the one that needs cheering up but he doesn’t want to burden everyone else seeing as he feels it should be him doing the cheering up. When you come along he realises he can come to you, curl up in your arms and share his bad days, insecurities and feelings. You help him in ways you never know

2. Reassuring him about his quirk

Kiri never really liked his quirk as much as he should. He often came to you after days of training looking like a kicked puppy explaining how his quirk was useless and how there’s so many other cooler ones but his words fall short when you take him in your arms and say ‘I think your quirk is the manliest though.’ He fell in love all over again

3. Helping him dye his hair

Kiri used to hate when his roots would show and he’d have to dye his hair again but now he lives for it. He even kind of shows them off so you can both go out and buy red hair dye, come home and for your fingers to run over his scalp. He loves the domestic aspect and cherishes each time you help him dye his hair. He keeps the boxes and writes the date on them so he never forgets

Iida

1. Helping him maintain order

Honestly Iida can go over the top trying to maintain order but his heart is in the right place. Despite his leadership skills sometimes it just doesn’t work. You hate seeing Iida frustrated so even if it’s a minor offence you’ll step in, hand of his shoulder saying ‘come on guys sit properly.’ Or ‘cmon don’t run in the corridors.’ Iida can never stop the smile and blush on his face when you do that

2. Jumping in with Deku and Shoto during the stain incident

He sure as hell didn’t appreciate it then but afterwards he came to realise you’re the reason he’s alive. You were with him all along fighting stain to save him. Where he was extremely grateful he was also terrified, if he lost you because of something he started he would never forgive himself. You came out injured but still carried him to safety and whenever he thinks about it he pulls you into his embrace still unable to repay the favour

3. Helping him care for his engines

Iida is very good at taking care of things but sometimes he doesn’t know when to ask for help. Helping him maintain his engines, checking in on him to see if he can walk okay and didn’t overdo it, carrying deep heat or painkillers for when his legs cramp up or hurt makes him so mushy inside, he feels cared for and relaxed knowing he has a great partner to make sure he’s okay

Tokoyami

1. Interacting with dark shadow

The trouble he has with dark shadow is obvious and Tokoyami constantly stresses that you will leave him because it’s essentially a 2 for 1 deal because of dark shadow. One day while laying in bed reading absentmindedly he notices dark shadow is more manageable then he realises it’s because you’re talking with him, laughing together even. You don’t notice how he relaxes so much neither do you notice him put down his book to admire you. You’ve never make him feel more accepted

2. Buying him books and poetry

When you go out of your way to analyse his bookshelf and figure out which new books he would like and leave them wrapped on his bed, tokoyami feels all sorts of warmth even dark shadow gets excited. He finds you in your dorm wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his beak into your neck, hopefully asking ‘would you like to read with me darling?’

3. Keeping matches on you incase he needs light

You always keep some form of candle, match or light on you incase dark shadow gets out of hand, you both have torches in your room for any instance and you never once complain about it. Tokoyami honestly saw a life with you in it when you proposed the idea asking if he was comfortable with it. Give him some love

[yanderemommabean]

Could Andy like a male farmer? I can imagine the male farmer being like, “No. Andy, listen! I’m not a heifer- hell, I’m not even a girl! I can’t get pregnant! Go on now! Get away!” And Andy just doesn’t listen (or he doesn’t care) treating him like a princess and not letting any other farmers near him. Maybe some smut ensues…maybe not…up to you 🤩

Working on the farm isn’t easy, with all the hard work you have on your schedule, but it’s a labor of love. All the hybrids on the property are rescues, fearful of their own shadows or aggressive to the point of harm towards workers. Some people get upset that rehabilitating these creatures isn’t instantaneous, and that they have to actually take the time to love and care for them.

Well you aren’t that type of man. You put all of your hope, faith, time and energy into making sure these creatures are once again free and healthy. Most of them trust you, nuzzle you and ask you for apples or peaches shyly while you wash them or brush their hair. It’s precious how they slowly open up to you, asking to be milked because they know you’ll be professional and not hurt them for asking to stop.

Most of the heifers and bulls are sent off to other sanctuaries or well known farms, but some get to stay and become a regular you meet in the morning. One of the lucky picks was the large, broad, muscular bull known as Andy. He was one of the worst cases you’ve seen, bloodied and infected, unable to even speak at first. You were worried he wouldn’t make it, but never left his side, even sleeping beside him some nights as he healed and needed hourly medicine.

You nourished him until he was back to a towering, buff, protective bull for the heifers who come and go. However, he isn’t exactly kind to the other workers, often charging them or outright picking them up to drop them over the fence. You’re the only one he won’t attack, and some farmers are a little annoyed that he’s so sweet to only you.

While you were washing the stable, you felt the warm breath of Andy against your neck, and turned to face him, your face meeting his chest as he looks down at you in confusion. “You...aren’t supposed to be here. Why are you in another bulls stall?”

Ah, it’s this conversation again. “Andy, he needs my help too. He was sick like you were and he needs a clean room”.

Andy just scuffs his back hooves in a jealous huff “there are also other farmers who can do that. Making a fine mate like you work is disgusting, just like my old home”. You wanted to scold him, remind him that this place is way better than where he used to be, but you decide against it. He’s just throwing another fit, he’ll get over it.

“Listen, I know you’re thinking I won’t care for you anymore, but Andy I love all the hybrids here! You included”. You gently reach up to play with his long, black hair, and tuck it behind his ear. For a moment, you think you got through to him, that he was at least less worried, but he abruptly picks you up. You grapple for a moment, clinging to his arms as he squeezes you tightly to his frame and trots off to the other barn, carefully sitting you on a pile of hay in his stable.

“Andy! What the hell has gotten into you?” you scolded, watching as the hybrid cornered you in and pressed his face close to your own. “You said you loved me...and the other beasts” he stated with a furrowed brow “I don’t like that your love is shared. That others get your care and attention”.

Sighing, you gently stroke your thumb over his cheek, his face nuzzling into it on instinct. “Andy, I can’t just stop working. That’s not right, you know it”. Andy’s face just scrunched up in anger, and he pressed you harder against the hay beneath you. “Wasn’t asking you. I was telling you. You’re my mate. Not their slave”.

“Andy, we’ve discussed this-” you begin, face flushing as the bull began to let his large hands snake up your shirt and tug at the unwanted garment. “You don’t have to be pregnant to be my mate...I can still stuff you full and make you happy though”.

He tugs off your boots and jeans, chuckling at the squeal that left you. “A-Andy! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”. The hybrid bull chuffs, sniffing up your thighs to your stomach, purring as his tail sways. “Smell so good...love your scent. Everyone else makes me sick”. He gave a quick kiss on your chest, and another on your pelvis, nuzzling your pubic hair “So so good. Such a pretty cock from my pretty mate”.

Warm hand rub circles up and down your thighs, your boxers completely gone and tossed aside. You bite your knuckle while your cock pulses, slowly hardening. Andy purrs in approval, letting his long tongue swipe up the shaft of your dick, causing your back to bow and tighten as the appendage wraps around the base and slides up in a lewd slurp.

“My mate...always taking care of others, but who takes care of you? You’ll be so happy to be my little heifer” Andy kisses up and down your shaft, mouth reaching lower to suckle on your balls and cause another yelp to escape you. Your thighs were quaking in the bulls strong hold, your mind a haze of lust and humiliation as he continues to slide his tongue up and down your drooling cock, spit and precum dripping to the floor below as your thighs were held apart.

Tight, velvet heat surrounds your entire length, Andy’s head bobbing up and down in swift movements while you can only desperately cling onto his horns, trying not to erratically thrust in fear of choking him. After a few weak jerks, Andy pulls away and lets spit dribble down his chin.

“Let go. I can handle it. I wouldn’t be a good bull if I couldn't handle what you gave me. Use me”.

His voice was so gravelly, so deep and desperate, it gave another hot pulse through you. He once again wraps his tongue around your entire cock, sucking and slurping while bobbing his head up and down again. You throw your head back while clutching onto his horns, balls tightening and your slit pouring out precum while Andy devours you.

Embarrassingly, you couldn’t stop yourself, cumming down the hybrids throat with a deep groan and exhausted sigh. Andy growled, pleased, and didn’t pull away until he was sure he drank all you had to give him. With a wet pop, he groaned and licked his lips, teasing your sensitive shaft with the tips of his fingers, watching the spit and cum stick to his digits. “So good...so good for me. I need more, think you can do that for me?”.

His thumbs reach down and begin to spread apart your cheeks, exposing your hole that was begging to be stuffed and bred into oblivion. Andy wanted to slither his tongue inside of that cute little hole, having you become wrecked from just his mouth once again. Not just to open you up, but because he genuinely got rock hard at the thought of you using him like that. Like a good fucktoy that only HE could be, because he knows all of your needs.

“Y/N! Where’d you go?” a voice called out, causing you to panic and scramble away from the bull. Your legs were still wobbly, and putting on everything again was clumsy as you tried to wriggle past the still very much aroused hybrid. Andy didn’t put up a fight, only due to knowing it was simply lunchtime and his mate needed to eat before they tried to copulate.

Once you’re done, he’ll continue the process of making you see that he’s the only bull you need.

(Hey, tell me what you think! I hope this was at least semi-hot lmao -Mommabean)

[genshin-obsessed]

You Get Injured!

Yo! I’m back and this time with a little bit of angst. One thing about me: I ADORE ANGST!!! LEMME BREAK SOMEONE’S HEART!!! I love, love, love writing angst so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Summary:  You get injured on the job, what’s his reaction?

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, and Childe! (YES I ADDED AETHER >:0)

Come one, come all! See what happens when you come home injured!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, no details though.

You were supposed to be with Aether, but he had his own commissions, but he swore he’d come help you right after. You weren’t patient and ended up getting into a fight with too many hilichurls and it didn’t end well.

He immediately remembered the time he lost Lumine, but for some reason, he was even more scared than that incident. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and he’d completely frozen up. When he saw your bloodied form fall to the floor, it brought him back to reality.

He ran to you and pulled you into his arms, desperately searching for life. He needed to see that you were ok. In fact, he’d taken your hand and squeezed your wrist to feel your pulse. It was weak, but it was there. He pressed his lips to yours, ignoring the taste of iron that followed.

As the doctor was stitching up the larger gashes, he was cleaning up the blood around your face and whispering words of encouragement to you. He gave you water and held your hand throughout the entire process.

PERSONAL NURSE AETHER REPORTING FOR DUTY! Beck and call, whenever you need him, he’s there for you. He put his adventuring on hold until you were 100% better.

Did you need an adventuring partner? Cuz Aether needs one! And you’re the perfect candidate. He’s going on adventures will you- well ok, he’s going EVERYWHERE with you but for a while. Once his nerves and anxiety dies down, he backs off quite a bit.

You had been fighting hilichurs for a commission and the last thing you had expected was multiple Mitachurls to be around. Well, there were more than you could handle and they floored you.

His heart almost stopped when he saw your bloodied form walking towards him, reaching out ever so weakly. He sprinted towards you, hating that he wasn’t there for you. Why was he so slow?! Why were so you far away, dammit?

He takes you into his arms and holds you close before quickly rushing you to the doctor. He knew he might’ve been a bit rough, but he could barely think. All that was going through his mind was him wishing that it was all just a nightmare.

He’s there 24/7, whenever you need him. He’s got meals, blankets, cuddles, kisses, whatever you need. He helps you with EVERYTHING. He knew it was hard to shower with all those wounds and he didn’t want your stitches to open up, so he was a bit strict.

After your full recovery, he’s a little bit hesitant to let you go on your own. He might just join you on a mission or two. Don’t mind him, but once his worries are eased a little, he backs off. Besides, the cavalry captain can’t exactly run around with you, even though he so desperately wants to.

You were on your way to Mondstat from Liyue where you ended up on a beach with more ruin guards than you could handle (may the lord protect you if you wander there on accident).

Full fledged panic. It almost feels like someone was actively tearing his heart out. He couldn’t even breathe in that moment. He desperately wished he could heal you (I don’t think he can…), make you all better so you wouldn’t have to hurt so much. Were… were you crying?

He ran to you but the second he reached out to touch you, he pulled back a little. He was almost scared to touch you, like something as gentle as his touch might shatter what remained. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore, but it was clear you couldn’t walk so he had to carry you.

He does hold you close when you get help, whispering words of encouragement and love to you; anything to help. He immediately helped clean the blood off of you, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Through your healing process, he’s beside you constantly. He helps you with everything. Anything you need, he’s there. Thirsty? He’s got some water. Hungry? He’s got a plate of food. Need cuddles? Scoot over.

He’s actually terrified to let you go, but he knows you. This is your job and he’d seen you in action. So, he does let you go… as long as he can stick to you like glue (Cries in no Venti).

You had been hunting some abyss mages down and everything was going great… until it wasn’t. A rookie mistake almost caused your death. You’d never been so scared and the only thing you could think of was Diluc in that moment. You wanted to be in his arms.

He thought he’d been caught in a nightmare. He genuinely believed it wasn’t you. But when you called out to him, he was yanked back to reality. Everything felt so weird, it felt like a weird out of body experience for him. He was so scared he was shaking as he reached out to touch your bloodied face.

The first thing he does is check you to see how bad your injuries are before he brings you home to his personal doctor. Your blood burned him, it stung as tears welled up in his eyes. How could he let this happen to you? How could he fail you like this?

As the doctor patches you up, he sits beside you, holding your hand and giving you kisses every now and then, telling you you’re doing great and that you’ll be ok. He was still shaking, but he didn’t want you to worry, so he did his best to hide it. 

He’s extremely busy, so he can’t be beside you 24/7, but he tries to be with you every single night. In fact, he lets the knights handle everything while you heal, not wanting to leave you alone for too long

You best believe he’s hunting down every single abyss mage in existence. One hurt you? They all suffer. You try to keep him in check by keeping him at your side.

You had decided to challenge Electro Hypostases on your own... You should’ve been more careful. You didn’t realize how powerful it was and you got extremely lucky. 

Oh he can smell your blood from a distance. So he didn’t even need to see you to know you were injured. He was terrified. His heart was beating so fast and he couldn’t catch his breath. He felt himself going insane when he couldn’t find you.

Well wolves lick their wounds, but he couldn’t lick yours. One, it wouldn’t work, your wounds were too deep, two, he was a human, not a wolf. He knew your friends could help you so he rushed you back to Mondstat (I’m sure this is probably wrong, feel free to roast me).

Although he knew the doctors were just trying to help, he couldn’t stop himself from being aggressive. He even growled at a doctor when you whimpered as you received the stitches. Kaeya and Jean had to hold him back.

No one is allowed near you until you’re fully healed, Razor doesn’t let anyone get close. It’s not just him being super possessive, he was deeply terrified that in case someone attacked you while he wasn’t there…

Your new adventure partner is Razor. Even if he has to live in Mondstat with the other humans, he’ll do it. As long as you’re with him. Don’t bother trying to argue, it won’t work.

You had a teeny weeny competition with Xiangling that you two could find the best ingredients first. You got careless, wandered into a hilichurl camp, only to get floored by 4 mitachurls.

Who hurt you?! Who hurt you and where are they? Xiao just wants to talk. 

Thankfully, the boss of the inn was able to find some help for you and helped patch you up, while Xiao waited patiently. On the outside he looked calm, on the inside- well it was chaos. Nothing could calm his anger and anxiety.

He reassured you that you did a great job, letting you know that he was proud of you. Not to mention, he kept thanking you for coming back alive so that he could save you. He didn’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you weren’t able to come back… 

He kept you close. As you healed, he was almost like a personal nurse. He brought you whatever you wanted and lots of almond tofu. If you don’t like it… well more for him.

He was very reluctant to let you go. He couldn’t go with you and it was his biggest regret. But he knew holding you back would do nothing, therefore he poured all his faith and trust in you. So please... come back to him.

You had gone to visit Chang the Ninth and on the way back had seen a village get attacked by some abyss mages. You jumped into action without thinking… at all.

Xingqiu actually hadn’t looked up from his book because he was so invested. You called after him, collapsing nearby but he wasn’t even paying attention. Finally, he heard you scream and jumped, his heart leaping out of his chest. He still won’t forgive himself… or pick up a book.

He immediately takes you back home, carefully carrying you so that he wouldn’t agitate your injuries anymore than they already were.

He stayed by your side and even helped patch you up, wanting to do as much as he could to help. He even kissed your injuries to help them heal faster.

He stays by your side as much as possible. You suggest he read you some books, but it seems like he’s too scared to touch any. Something that might need time to recover from.

Xingqiu’s still too busy to join you, but whenever he can, he definitely does. He is a little too protective in the beginning but as time goes on, he finds himself being able to hold back.

You just needed some chaos devices, just a few. YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO GET YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU SO BADLY!

He couldn’t believe it. His heart had almost stopped when he saw you walking towards him. You were covered in blood and you weakly reached out before you fell. He dashed forward and caught you before you hit the ground.

He takes you to his place, getting a doctor to immediately patch you up. As they were cleaning your wounds, he tried to stay calm, yet had this overwhelming urge to destroy whatever hurt you into a million pieces.

He stayed with you, nursing you back to health. Of course, constantly forgetting mora was a thing when buying you literally anything. This will never change.

He wasn’t able to understand why he couldn’t physically let you go in the beginning. Slowly, it made sense that he was scared. Scared he might lose you and that you might never come back. Scared you might disappear like you almost did. But you were… well you. So he had to trust you. Come back home to him safely.

You had just finished up your commissions and were head home when you stumbled upon an Oceanid. You needed a cleansing heart… or four. You weren’t prepared and you were a little tired, but you went anyway. You were lucky you came back alive.

Childe had set up a cute little date for you two, but you were running a little bit late. He was starting to get worried and when he asked Katheryne, he was surprised to learn that you hadn’t returned home from your commissions. Then he saw you. Leaving a trail of blood and limping towards him. He felt as if someone had done all that to him instead.

He immediately runs to you, with Katheryne following. The two of them quickly get you some medical attention, but Childe refuses to let go the entire time. No matter what anyone says, they can’t take you away, so he goes with you everywhere.

You explain what had happened afterwards and he was angry that you’d put yourself in danger for a stupid item. But at the same time, he was proud of you for beating the Oceanid and coming back to him, regardless of what shape you were in. You still got an earful though.

He wanted to be around you 24/7, but he’s really busy. He tries to get away from work as much as he can to spend time with you. Throughout your healing process, he does a lot to help. Simple things like making you meals, the ones that melt your heart. 

He was reluctant, constantly checking up on you and even wanting to go on adventures with you. But he couldn’t spend every minute with you, so he needed to learn how to ease his own anxieties. Of course, you would never say no to going on a few adventures with him.

[rodr1cks]

Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

word count: 1.8k

“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”