#and my own weak heart 😞😞😞

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when i want to write a fic but my heart says cult leader geto drabble 💔💔💔

[thesandsofelsweyr]

you mentioned how things aren’t 100% in operation down there for AK!jay after escape, how would intimacy and sex work for him afterwards if he ever found a point where he wanted to?

⚠️ cw: smut, non-con touching mention

After he escapes, he's quite sex-repulsed, since the only person who ever touched him down there was the Clown 😞 He's not even interested in jacking off, partly because he assumes those parts are just as ruined as the rest of him. If he does masturbate, which is rare, it's strictly for stress relief. But half the time it leaves him more stressed than he was to begin with as touching himself reminds him too much of the Clown’s pasty-white hands 🤮

Canonically this poor boy probably isn’t gonna touch intimacy with a 10 foot pole. But this is my playground, so let's say he finds the right person. A special someone who gains his trust over an extended period of time. Someone who sticks with him through thick and thin, proving their love for him. (A relationship with him is gonna be rocky because he'll always be second-guessing how someone could possibly love a scarred monster like him.) He has to trust that this person won't hurt him or abandon him, that their touches will always be tender, that they'll love him unconditionally, despite all of the baggage that comes with loving him, that they'll always treat his broken heart and fragile soul gently since so much of himself has already been shattered.

With this person, he’s relieved to learn he has no trouble getting it up as long as he's in the mood for it. Honestly though, he'd much rather cuddle with his special someone because sex leaves him drained both emotionally and physically. Due to all the physical and mental trauma it takes him a long time to cum. Then when he does finally cum, he often struggles with excruciating orgasm headaches (a side effect of Joker's bullet grazing his skull) that leave him weak, exhausted, and sometimes even in tears.

But after sex brings aftercare ❤️ Like when his partner combs their fingers through his tousled black hair, when they drop soft kisses all over his scarred body, when they give his abused shoulders a much-needed massage, when they nuzzle behind his ear and whisper how much they love him, when they snuggle up beside him, their sweat-slick skin warm against his own as they wrap him up in their arms and legs, the comforting beat of their heart lulling him to sleep in their safe embrace.

[puppym3]

hiii! its my first time requesting and i was wondering if u already saw that yt video of felix with risabae? i was getting so giddy and worked up the way felix looks at her while applying his makeup 😭 if i was in her place i would've crumbled to the ground already fr 😭😭😭 i was wondering if we could get the reader doing felix's makeup and he keeps an intense eye contact with them and it turns into something heated. i love ur works so much, pls continue to write bc u make my delulus better 😇🫰

also pls make it sub felix pls if its not too much 😞🙏🤞

☄. *. ⋆ transfer test

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sub!felix x reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI 18+, fluffy cuteness, eye contact, tension, handjob, oral (m. rec), overstim, praise, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg. omg. omg. i watched it and i was smiling the entire time, and his bubble message about how he'd let us do his makeup. thank you for suggesting this anon i love you, and writing subby felix is something i do anyways so yk, easy said easy done. i hope u like it bby <3

i'm currently working on other suggestions, but if you have something you'd to leave for me, please please do, also if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!!!

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The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the room as you carefully arranged the makeup products on the counter. Felix sat on the edge of the sink, his legs dangling slightly, watching you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and the anticipation in his eyes was palpable.

"So, I'm just putting it on you this time?" You asked him, a little nervous about what you were about to do. You had never done anyone else's makeup.

"Yes, please." Felix said, a soft smile appearing on his face. His smile was contagious, and you felt a soft smile on your own face as you picked up the foundation, you could tell he didn't need any though. He had a gorgeous, natural tan.

"Close your eyes." You said, and he complied, and you dabbed the brush in the foundation and lightly dotted it around his face. He didn't need any on his neck, his skin was so perfect and smooth, and the light dusting of freckles was just enough. You put the foundation back on the counter and grabbed a little bottle of primer, and dabbed it onto your finger, and then lightly on Felix's eyelids.

"Open." You whispered, and he complied, staring deep into your eyes, the light from the bulbs above shining through his brown irises, his pupils slightly dilated. Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept working, and picked up a small sponge, dabbing a light pink blush on his cheeks. He was naturally rosy, but he was also a very expressive person, and sometimes it could look a bit unnatural. The blush made his cheeks look soft and full, and his skin was so smooth under your fingers.

The way he was staring into your eyes was distracting, feeling like his gaze was searing into your soul. He was looking at you like he wanted you, his gaze was so intense that you could feel your whole body getting hot. You looked away, the tension unbearable, and he smirked at your reaction.

You grabbed a small brush and applied a shimmery highlighter, dusting it along his cheekbones. Felix closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a soft sigh.

"It feels nice..." He murmured, and your stomach filled with butterflies, and you smiled at him.

"That's... good." You replied, and he opened his eyes, looking at you as if he was in a trance. You felt like your breath was taken away, and your body was growing weak from the heat in the room. You put the brush down and picked up a little tube.

"Open your mouth." You said, and he did as you commanded, and you squeezed it onto his lips, and began to rub it in with your finger. He let out a soft gasp as you touched him, and his lips were so plush and soft.

"What's that for?" He asked, his voice breathy and low.

"To keep the color on your lips, and so they won't be dry." You told him, and his breathing got heavy. He nodded, and you looked back at the products on the counter. There was a light-colored lipstick you were saving for last, it was a little expensive, but the color would look so gorgeous on him, and his lips were already so plump and soft. You knew he would look stunning.

"I'll... do the eyeshadow, then." You told him, picking up a small brush and the shimmery powder. You lightly tapped the brush into the eyeshadow, and then brought it close to his face, and he looked you in the eye as you lightly swiped the brush along his edge of his eyelids. His lips parted as you came closer, and his face was so close to yours. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and his intense gaze was burning into you.

"That tickles" He murmured, and grabbed your hand, and pulled it close to his mouth, and you let out a gasp as he kissed your palm. He looked up at you, and his smile was soft and seductive. He was flirting with you.

You could barely concentrate as you applied the rest of the eyeshadow, the tension thick in the air, and the soft kiss he left on your palm was still tingling on your skin. You were trying to keep yourself together, but the heat was overwhelming.

You had to move away from him, or you would do something reckless, and you wouldn't be able to stop yourself. You needed to end this quickly and just finish off with his lipstick.

"Can you tilt your head back?" You asked him, and he did as you commanded, and now you had easy access to his lips, and his face was fully illuminated, the lights making his skin look like it was glowing. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, his eyes half-lidded and staring into yours. You held the lipstick close to his lips, and he stared deep into your eyes as you moved it closer. His gaze was so intense that you were struggling to focus, the lipstick carefully landed on his bottom lip, a light pink color complementing his natural color.

"Is that the one you bought?" He asked, his lips moving and making your job a little more difficult.

"Yes, it's the one." You told him, and he looked at it closely.

"I think it would look better on you." He said, and it caught you off guard, the lipstick falling from your hands and into the sink.

"Better on me?" You asked, and he nodded.

"You should try it." He suggested, and you looked down at the tube, and then back up at his face.

"Then, how about we do a transfer test?" You said, and he looked confused at the suggestion, and you were a little too nervous to explain, and his lips looked so kissable that it was hard to stop yourself. You grabbed his face, and looked deep into his eyes.

"A transfer test," you repeated, your eyes flickering down to his plump lips, and you leaned in, closing the gap between you, and pressing your lips against his. You could hear a soft noise escape him, his lips were so plush and warm, and the taste of the lipstick was sweet and floral. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

"Wait," He started, and you cut him off.

"I think it looks better on you, hm?" You asked, pressing your lips back against his, he let out a soft moan, kissing you back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hands moving up and down your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you pushed him further back against the mirror, his mouth opening in surprise. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and he moaned softly, his own tongue swirling around yours, the sweet taste of the lipstick and his saliva driving you wild. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers pulling his hair slightly, and he gasped, the sound music to your ears.

You pulled away, and he was panting, his lips glistening with spit, the lipstick smeared, his cheeks red and eyes half-lidded. He was a vision.

"Well, is it transfer proof?" You asked, slightly out of breath.

Felix's breathing was uneven, his body trembling slightly under your touch. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice shaky. "Maybe we should... test it again?"

He looked so pretty with his face flushed and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling quickly.

You couldn't resist him. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, your tongue swirling against his, and he moaned into your mouth. You could taste him, and the sweet flavor of the lipstick, and the feeling of him pressed against you, the sounds he made, it was all driving you wild. You broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked down at him, his eyes were lidded and he was biting his bottom lip, his cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, his hair mussed from where you had run your fingers through it, and the lipstick was smeared across his face.

"You're beautiful, Felix." You said softly, and he blushed even deeper.

"You... think so?" He asked, his eyes tracing you, and you nodded.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice tender yet commanding. "So beautiful, and all mine." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the words sinking in, making him shiver.

"Yours?" Felix repeated, his voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of awe and desire.

"Yes, mine," you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Now, be a good boy and stay still for me."

He nodded obediently, his hands resting on your hips as you took control. Your fingers gently traced along his jawline, down his neck, and over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. Felix's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a soft sigh as you continued to explore his body with delicate, deliberate movements.

You moved your lips to his neck, planting soft kisses along his sensitive skin, eliciting more sweet moans from him. He shivered when you brushed your fingertips over his nipples, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. You smiled to yourself as you watched him squirm beneath your touch, his cock throbbing against your thigh.

"Don't hold back, Felix," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making him shiver. "I want to hear how much you love this."

Felix whimpered in response, his hands tightening on your hips, his eyes still closed. You trailed your fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles, before finally reaching his clothed bulge, your hand cupping him through the thin fabric. He let out a soft cry as you began to palm him, his cock twitching in his pants.

Felix breathed out your name, his voice strained with need. You felt him buck his hips against your hand, desperate for more friction, and you obliged him by squeezing his cock gently, drawing a shuddering moan from his lips.

"Good," you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

His breathing was coming in ragged gasps now, his face flushed and his body trembling with pleasure. You moved your hand up to the waistband of his pants, teasing him by dipping your fingers below the elastic, and Felix gasped as he felt the heat of your palm against his skin.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock, already dripping with precum. You licked your lips, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Felix whined, his voice pleading. "Please..."

"Shhh," you whispered, running your fingers along his length, feeling his hot, throbbing flesh.

Felix gasped as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He bucked his hips, seeking more contact, but you kept your pace slow and steady, drawing it out, making him desperate.

You watched his face as he writhed in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His cock twitched in your hand as you pumped him, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.

You could feel him getting close, his muscles tensing, his thighs trembling. He was so beautiful like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. You leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting his precum, and he shuddered, letting out a strangled moan.

He was right on the edge, his whole body shaking. You tightened your grip and pumped him faster, bringing him to the brink. His back arched and he let out a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in your hand as he came, his cum shooting out all over your tongue and face.

He fell back against the mirror, his body limp and spent. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of his cum, and his eyes widened as he saw your face, covered in his seed.

"I... I didn't realize... sorry..." Felix mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"It's okay," you replied, smiling reassuringly. "I like it."

He blinked, looking surprised.

You took a moment to admire him, his soft blonde hair mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and his chest heaving. He was beautiful, and all yours.

Your gaze wandered lower, and you saw that he was still hard, his cock standing erect, the head glistening with precum. The sight made your mouth water.

You knelt down and licked the tip of his cock, and he gasped, his whole body tensing.

"Ah, fuck, wait!" Felix moaned, his voice strained.

You ignored him and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into your mouth.

You sucked him hard, taking him deeper, your tongue teasing him mercilessly.

"Fuck, pl- wait..." Felix begged, his voice strained.

You kept going, sucking him and teasing him, listening to his cries and moans, his whole body trembling.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and saw that his expression was desperate, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted in a silent cry.

You kept sucking him, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft, your tongue flicking over the head, your lips brushing against his skin.

Felix gasped and moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shaking.

"Please, wait... fuck, I can't..." he panted, his voice ragged.

You didn't stop, though, and soon he was crying out, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing in your mouth.

You felt him come, his cock twitching and spasming in your mouth, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed it eagerly, drinking him down, savoring his taste.

He fell back against the mirror, his body spent, his chest heaving.

You licked your lips, and looked up at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Good boy."

Felix opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful.

He blinked, looking a little shocked.

"You... that was..."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. He was so surprised by his own pleasure, like it was something foreign and unfamiliar to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, concerned.

"Yeah... that was... wow," Felix replied, still sounding a little dazed.

You kissed him gently, and he melted into the kiss, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste you.

You broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, your voice tender.

"I'm good... really good," Felix murmured, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"Well, now I have to touch up your makeup again," you said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But this time, I'll make sure the lipstick stays on you."

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taglist 4 my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance

[fuxuannie]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 | aventurine x gender neutral reader

love mail — mitski reference what if i cried, this was a req from a friend and disclaimer (pls read.) i am not super knowledgeable on aventurines character, if someone could correct me on his traits pls 😞🫶 this fic is more focused on,, not really romance. but complications of a relationship if you catch my drift.

︰꒱꒱ YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PATIENT WITH AVENTURINE. how could you not? you loved him with your heart and soul, despite his self destructive actions that honestly ended up hurting you too, you stayed. you thought it was an act of love — and you believed it was for so long. you didn't realize how much it was killing you. but he did, and he hated that he could. no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get you to let go. he didn't care that your loss would hurt, that he would drown in your absence — he needed you gone. for your own sanity.

but even if he yelled, even if he persisted that he was the worst person in the world, you just couldn't see it. you couldn't see the poison or malice in his heart, he was no evil man. well, he's done evil, yes. there was no denying that. but you saw that beneath that, despite what he's done, he's a scared boy who just wants to go home. he doesn't even know where that is anymore, but he hates to admit that your arms are the closest thing to it.

he hates how you hold him, and for someone who hates it so much — he could talk about it for hours. the way you have one of your hands placed perfecrly to give him comfort. whether it be his hair,, his back, his face, you just make him feel safe. it disgusts him, the idea of security, of escapism from his reality, all within your arms. you're a weakness he needs gone, but also — so desperately needed.

it was toxic, your relationship. your everything with him. you didn't want to admit it, because you truly believed that as long as you loved him, that's all that mattered. if you could show him that you loved him, but that's not how it works. a flower will not grow with an abundance of water, and love will not continue if only one person can provide the aforementioned feeling. as much as aventurine wished he could be a better man for you, he can't be. he threw away all sense of self preservation for himself when he lost everything. he had nothing to lose after all, other than his life, and that never really had value to him in the beginning. but the idea of losing you? by some cruel thing as fate or death? not on his watch. so by his own hand, he ends everything. he'll disappear from your life whether you want it or not, his contact disappears from your phone, and you can't find him anywhere. all that's left is a hefty amount of money, which couldn't soothe your turmoil, despite what aventurine believed. this was for your own good, even if it killed you.

[kinokappe]

࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

Comfort

Pairing: Soft, Husband! Bi Han x Fem! Reader

SFW, fluff

A/n: Bi Han brainrot where he just yearns of his wife's comfort and warmth after a long day with the Lin Kuei. He'll just lay in her arms, snuggling up close to her and acting like a baby needing comfort and peace after a long day of being tough and strong 😞😞

I just love to think of him as a soft, loving man instead of cruel and harsh 😭 he's traditional, he likes to keep it peaceful when he's with his wife 😞

It was late that night when Bi Han finally came home. He took off his boots with a sigh, setting them to the side. The house was already dark and quiet as he made his way through, eyes drooping and tired when he finally made his way to your shared bedroom.

He slowly opened the door, careful not to wake you. When he stepped in, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was finally home, finally in the presence of his wife, finally in the comfort of his own little paradise where there was no war or bloodshed... Just peace, quiet, and the love of his life.

When he looked over at you, he couldn't help the smile that crept up his lips, just seeing you sleeping so peacefully made his heart flutter in his chest. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, the dim light from the window making your skin seem as if it was glowing, your much smaller figure comfortable and warm under the covers.

He set his mask on the nightstand, slowly lifting the covers up and sliding in next to you, his arms snaking under your body to wrap around your waist as he pulls himself closer to you. Your eyes start to flutter open, and the first thing you see is Bi Han making himself comfortable on your chest, his hair flowing over his shoulders and no longer kept in that bun. The next thing you notice is the familiar scent of your husband's cologne, filling your senses and providing a wave of comfort.

"My love..." Your voice is but a whisper as you slowly start to wake up, you can feel Bi Han nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath offering warmth against your skin. "I'm home... I'm sorry you had to go to bed alone, my love" he whispered, peppering soft kisses on your skin.

It made you sigh, the way his lips traveled over your soft skin, his hand placed firmly on your stomach and roaming over the fabric of your nightgown. You nod slightly, carding your fingers through his hair and you feel him sigh, a deep breath following soon after as he relaxed on your chest.

"It's ok... I was pretty busy around the house too, so I was already feeling a bit tired..." you chuckled, closing your eyes slowly and letting yourself relax underneath him, "was work tough today?" You whispered softly, leaning in slightly to kiss the crown of his head. He nods weakly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly, "I missed you... Couldn't wait to come home" he mumbles his words, tilting his head up to stare at your beautiful face.

A comfortable silence follows soon after, the sound of your breaths mingling and the soft touches coming to a stop as sleep comes to take you. He tries to keep himself awake for longer, leaning up to kiss your lips, which you return happily.

"I love you... I love you more than life..." He whispered to you, looking into your sleepy eyes with so much affection. He holds your hand, squeezing around your fingers gently as he brings it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand lovingly, "thank you for your patience, for your love and understanding... You're everything to me" his gaze was soft, his eyes fixated on you all the while his heart thumped in his chest, the mere sight of you enough to make him weak.

Your free hand strokes his cheek gently, and you can feel him leaning into your palm, loving you warmth. "I love you so much too, my dear... Words can't describe how I yearn for you.. my heart beats only for you" you whisper back to him, and it makes you happy to see the little smile creeping up his lips.

He takes in your scent, nosing at your neck as he finally closes his eyes, wrapping his body around you comfortably. Today was a tiring day for both of you, and as exhaustion creeps in your bones and mind, the comforting warmth of his arms and the sounds of his steady breathing lulls you to sleep, your heart feeling full and happy right beside your husband.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Helloooo, I’m not sure if you still do requests on One Piece characters or anything- but if you do I have a scenario in mind. I was wondering if you could do one specifically with Traflagar Law who has a S/O which gets injured and refuses his help. The S/O has a problem with accepting help and has trouble being vulnerable in front of others- only seeing it as weakness. This could also work for the other more colder One Piece characters…cause idk they just have a special place in my heart. (Though if you can’t that’s okay, but I thought I’d ask)

ALSO I read lots of your posts and absolutely love your scenarios and head-cannons, you literally portray all the characters so well and it’s amazing.

This is the cutest ask and thank you omg😭

I hope this is good🫶

And little trigger warning for descriptions of injury and blood at the beginning, I'll put a line so you know where to skip to if you don't want to read that bit.

I totally accidentally posted this so now I'm writing as it's up, forgive me😞 OKAY IT'S IN A FINISHED STATE I MAY ADD MORE AFTER I FORCE MY FRIEND TO READ OVER IT🕺🏻🕺🏻

I don't know if I'm happy with the length either i kinda feel it should be longer.

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The soft, shlick of a blade through flesh rings in your ears. The adrenaline rushing through your body swallows any pain in an instant, but you can feel the pressure as it drags into your side and you wince anyway.

But you can't stop.

If you stop he's going to get past, he's going to hurt the people you call a family and so you can't stop.

His frame is hulking, freakishly tall and looming over you. The level of brute force he's exerting has your heart stuttering in fear, the staccato rhythm making you feel light headed. Though that could be the blood that's dripping from your side.

You hit his sternum, hard, and feel a crack. He stumbles, dazed, your fist comes up to head height and your aim is killer as it slams into the side of the man's head.

He's out cold.

The sigh of relief that exits your body almost overshadows the sudden pain resonating throughout your torso. Without an oncoming threat, you're able to take the time to lift your shirt and look at the damage. It's mostly mottled bruising but just under your lowest left rib is a long but shallow cut. Not life threatening in any way but still inconvenient.

It hurts to breathe and you're not sure if your rib bones are fully intact either, not with the way he was hitting.

The adrenaline is fading quickly, you needed to get him inside.

He'd crumpled into a very ungraceful pile when you knocked him out and it's difficult to tie him securely. But you do. And then you take a deep breath and haul him up over your shoulders in a botched fireman's lift.

Your captain would want to find out who decided it would be a good idea to send someone after the heart pirates.

Your captain would...

The last thing you think about before you hit the deck face first is him.

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He's silent as he works.

It's almost unnerving actually, how quiet he can be when he wants to.

"Law-"

The look he shoots you is so intense that you physically shrink back, mouth closing as you drop your gaze to the floor.

He lets out a heavy sigh as he finishes disinfecting the last of his tools before he turns to you.

"What is wrong with you."

He's angry, you can feel it radiating off him, it digs into the soft underbelly of your emotions and you bristle at his words.

"I was just doing my job" Your tone is sharp but he doesn't flinch.

"Your job does not involved getting killed you idiot."

"Well I didn't get killed so it's not that big of a deal"

He looks like he's about to blow a gasket, the vein in his forehead pulsing with the renewed blood flow.

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal?"

You have the distinct feeling that you might've fucked up a little. That still doesn't stop you from digging a deeper hole to be buried in.

"I'm fine just let me deal with my own problems"

His eye actually twitches but you keep talking.

"It's barely a scratch, I don't need help- especially not yours."

The thunderous anger on his face is now accompanied by hurt, but his voice is soft when he says,

"Let me help you"

"I just said I don't need help"

"I don't think that you know what you need"

That stings. To know he doesn't trust your judgement after everything you've been through. There's a pressure at the back of your throat now and it's so uncomfortable, you need to leave.

But as you go to move, Law is much quicker as he grabs you by your upper arm, pulling you into his space.

"Where are you going"

You don't look at him.

He sighs before his other arm comes around your waist and he lifts, walking across the room to set you down onto a table.

"Why don't you understand that I care about you"

The emotion in his voice unsettles you, makes your chest feel tight and you really don't want to deal with this.

He's gentle as he gets to work on your injuries, easily cleaning and stitching up your side before moving to bind your ribs.

"I need you to remove your shirt"

Your hands are shaking, he hasn't really seen the full extent and you're sure he's not going to respond well. It's hard to get the buttons of your shirt undone so when a second pair of hands come up, you don't push them away. But him being closer means you hear the exact moment he realises how bad it is, his inhale is sharp and he says something in a language you don't know.

"Why didn't you call for backup?"

You take a while to respond, trying to squash down any emotion in your voice,

"I didn't need it"

"Did you want it?"

The question makes you squirm with discomfort, your eyes water.

"It doesn't matter because I didn't need it"

He sighs again. That's all you seem to be making him do today.

And then his arms are coming up around you, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and closer to him. One of his hands rests on your back and the other pushes your head into the crook of his shoulder, allowing you a semblance of privacy in such an intimate moment.

"You need to understand that not letting us help you is counterintuitive to being part of a crew"

The statement makes you flinch and you try to push away from him but that fight took a lot of your strength. His grip tightens anyways.

"Do you think I find it easy to be vulnerable?"

"...No"

"Do you think I would want you to die?"

You don't respond this time, chest heaving as you tremble.

"It's not easy to see you like this. You are not a human shield."

"I know" Your voice is quiet and thick with tears but he seems to relax slightly at your agreement.

The hand on your back is moving in gentle shapes, but his grip is still firm, as if he's trying to affirm that you're here and alive.

"I can't have a crew member that doesn't trust anyone"

You tense.

"I can't have a partner that won't be vulnerable with me"

Guilt and dread roll through your stomach. Surely he doesn't mean-

"I can't trust that you won't die because you feel can't rely on others so you're benched until we work through it"

Oh. You actually feel a bit relieved, you thought he was going in a much different direction. You lean back out of his hold so you can look at his face through wet eyes.

His expression is soft but he looks tired and the guilt rears it's head again.

"I'm sorry"

Somehow his expression gets even softer,

"I know"

He kisses you then. It's grounding, brings you back to a semblance of calm and you almost wonder why you were so apprehensive in the first place. He's gentle and warm and you feel slightly self conscious that your lips might be puffy from crying but you don't pull away.

It's reverent, like he worships you.

You think you could learn to let him take care of you.

You think you would let him do anything.

If it feels like this.

[on7u]

summary: u piss in the woods wit flirty and annoying ellie

cw: peeing in the woods? she teases u, thats literally it.. its fluffy um also i didnt know how to word it but whenever u see '_its' just say the first letter of ur name or first syllable wtv sounds better 2 u :3

a/n: this is my first big writing thing ever please excuse its shittyness if u can 😞🙏 its also really bad so actually dont even read this im just having a moment of weakness where i post. anyways MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!!

you and ellie were searching for a place for you to pee. the woods were scary, you couldn't go alone! (”el come with me? i know you don't have to pee just what if a bear gets me?”) and there was no way you could just pee anywhere either.. (”right there?! what if an ant crawls up my ass or a thorn pokes me? no lets keep looking.”) that's how you two found yourselves walking through the forest you were originally just patrolling through, to find the perfect place for you.

“god why can't you just squat and go.” ellie groaned, looking at her foot in the puddle of mudd she just stepped in. you didn't respond, pushing your finger into her back to signal her to keep walking. she complied with your silent request, continuing to navigate through the trees to find something her picky friend might approve of. her eyes lit up at what she thought might satisfy you, taking a step towards it.

“oh how about th-” she was cut off by her foot sinking into what seemed like a poorly built groundhog's nest, as it crumbled under her weight. her entire leg sank into it and she let out a groan at the less-than-ideal position she found herself in.

you gasped and yelled out, “bellie!” as soon as she fell, grabbing her arm to stop her fall which proved to be pointless as the fall wasn't nearly as far as you thought it would be. ellie stopped caring as soon as the word fell out of your mouth. She looked up at you and smiled, squinting at the sun in her eyes and letting out a weak laugh. You frowned, letting her arm out of your grip.

god she has never looked more attractive in her life.

“what'd you call me?” ellie asked, reaching for you again when you started to turn around and walk away.

“nothing,” you responded curtly, narrowly avoiding her grabbing hands. “i'm gonna pee now.” you mumbled, squatting behind a bush.

“did you call me belly?” she asked, lifting herself out of the hole and dusting herself off.

it took you a while to respond out of embarrassment but finally, “it was an accident.” you said meekly. ellie snorted.

“what if i started calling you tits?” she suggested, turning around when you got up and pulled your backpack back on.

“it wasn't like the body part, it was like ellie with a b.” you grumbled, already tired of this conversation. it truly was a slip of the tongue! well, maybe you came up with the nickname in your head because of ellie's sweet tooth but still! ellie nodded, acting like she understood.

“aah so i should call you _its then.” she said, throwing her arm around your shoulders. you almost stopped in your tracks. as the two of you got closer with time, ellie had become more physically affectionate towards you but she had never given you a nickname. this had you confused because why was your heart beating so fast over a nickname derived from the word tits? why did your face feel so hot? why was ellie’s skin or your own making her feel so antsy now?

it was usual for you to not say much but what wasn't was for you to not push ellie away or make a face at her or groan. she looked for your face and grinned.

“you alright _its? you're feelin’ kinda hot.” she said, fanning you with her free hand. you whined and bat her hands away.

“yea i am hot.” you shove her arm off your shoulder and walk ahead of her to genuinely cool off, even if her raspy laughter from behind you made it hard.

[fatuismooches]

It’s 3 AM rn and I can’t sleep, hoping if i get these brain worms out i finally can 😭

any whoo, this relates to Pantalone n my brain worms, but I didn’t exactly grow up like impoverished, but I didn’t have as much money as most. There would be times the community my family was in would chip in to help buy my brother and i clothes or we would go nights without dinner.

I was kinda imagining trying to break habits we formed from our situations with Pantalone. Like helping each other to not force ourselves to finish a meal and not waste food or to not be so stingy on money 😭

Pantalone is such a rich man but growing up on the streets of Snezhnaya definitely formed some bad habits he doesn’t need anymore, and I want to help him get through them!!!

I just, houghh lonieee 😞😞 [📺]

No one would ever suspect Pantalone would have any habits of the sort because of the way he presents himself - at first glance, it would seem that the smiles and masks he puts up are impeccable. But of course, there are always those who see through him, you specifically, knowing what he went through and having gone through similar experiences as well.

It's cruelly amusing to even Pantalone sometimes - he has the economy in the palm of his hand, other nobles and business people trip over themselves to simply be in presence, but yet he still finds himself succumbing to the memories of the past, the hatred still embedded in his heart. Pantalone thinks he may lose it all, everything he's worked for, and become the desolate child he was again, despite his stability. Your heart can't help but hurt when you see your husband like this. In front of you, he always tries to show no weakness, not wanting to burden you further with this, but you've known him long enough to get him to open up, even if it's not that easy.

I imagine you and Pantalone would continuously give each other advice and nudge each other to try and change the habits, but would have trouble taking their own advice. Pantalone cares about your comfort more than his and vice versa. Pantalone also dances around the problem and skillfully changes the direction of the conversation whenever it's brought up due to his trauma. He doesn't like admitting his weaknesses especially when it's from the past. So it's definitely not the easiest to get through to each other. But it's the small steps that count, and in the end, you two still have each other.

(I am sorry you had to endure all of that 📺 anon, I hope you are in a better position now. Mwah 💖)

[scarletta-ruan]

hello, how are you? hope you're taking care since covid started to return again 😞 so, could you do a chuuya and dazai scenario where reader haves a nightmare? thanks and have a good day! vy the way, just also remembering you're incredible! <3 don't forget to rest after 💝

CHUUYA AND DAZAI SCENARIO WHERE READER HAS A NIGHTMARE

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nicknames (Belladonna, small candy, my love), reader has a nightmare and character is going to comfort her, reader is female btw

TYPE: Scenario

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai || Chuuya Nakahara x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 0.5k+ words

NOTES: Finally I can finish your request, I am still busy with schoolwork, of course. So this request is written after I finished all of my homework. I am going to write an AU Royal tutor!Dazai for Christmas, hope you will look forward to reading it.

1. Chuuya Nakahara 

Chuuya suddenly opened his eyes when he felt someone shivering next to him, his gray eyes slowly looked aside just to see you were lying there and some sobbing sound caused his attention. That also made Chuuya worried, he frowned then turned aside, wrapped his large arms around you.

Just as he did that you slapped his hand immediately and yelled.

“Don’t touch me!”

Your shout made Chuuya’s heart drop. That meant you were having a bad nightmare, he heard you were crying now. How poor his girlfriend was trying to struggle with her own problems. Chuuya slowly slid his arms around you, and this somehow made you startled while shaking badly. He whispered, gently.

“Shh, don’t be scared, my small candy. I am here, I am here.”

“Chuuya.”

Your hoarse voice resounded as you turned your face to Chuuya, and that was when he sighed as he raised his hand up to your face and murmured.

“Are you trying not to wake me up?”

You nodded your head when he asked you, Chuuya leaned closer to give you a kiss on your forehead, his caressing hand rubbing your head gently. As you moved close just to wrap your arms around his body, face buried into his chest. Chuuya started singing a lullaby that you always sang for him whenever he could not sleep.

2. Osamu Dazai

Dazai awoke immediately when he heard someone crying, he was a light sleeper so whenever he heard strange noises Dazai would wake up just to look around. It seemed like being in the Mafia made him sharp enough to realize the danger, but now was not any kind of danger that he had to deal with. Dazai took his eyes to you, who was quivering next to him so bad.

Your back faced him and you were curling up, just like there was someone going to hurt you. Dazai heard your weak voice resound into his ears.

“Osamu,”

Dazai heard you calling his name, he was worried too, why did you call his name suddenly like that? 

“Please, Osamu, don’t leave me behind. Please…”

And then you just cried while curling yourself up, both of your arms wrapped around your body. You were shivering so bad, Dazai thought to himself. That was when he moved closer to you, wrapped his large arms around your small body and said.

“I’m here. I don’t leave you behind, Belladonna.”

You slowly turned your back to him, Dazai never saw your teary eyes, the last time he saw you crying was too long ago and himself did not even remember that time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, chin leaned on him and sobbed. Dazai rubbed your back gently then comforted you.

“Alright, alright, my Belladonna, are you having a nightmare?”

You nodded your head to let him know, Dazai silenced for a while then he heard what you were saying while still sobbing on his shoulder.

“I saw you falling down from a building, you were smiling and did not say anything else.”

Your sobbing made Dazai's heart hurt a little, you were always afraid of losing him so maybe that horrible nightmare was your worry. Dazai held you up to make you sit on his lap, he kissed on your temple and said.

“Just go back to sleep, I would never leave you, my small Belladonna.”

As you slowly fell asleep on his shoulder, Dazai looked aside and whispered.

“I promise not to leave you since I first saw you, my love.”

[theloveinc]

i know it’s bad but just seeing him turn around on the couch with his mouth dropped, cigarette in between his two fingers looking you up and down before he manages to get out “why do you look like a skimpy whore?” IS LKKE LMFFMFM OMGGG i think in his wrecked cold heart it’s kind of like a compliment. he doesn’t want u to go out with parts only he has seen 😞 although if he says reader looks like a prostitute he can rent at a red light district ill suffocate him

STOP OLD MEN WITH COLD BITTER HEARTS WHO STILL MANAGE TO LOVE is my weaknesssssss☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔 why am i imagining him in ONLY boxers on your couch being completely useless just waiting for you to come home (cuz can we really see the king of curses with an ACTUAL job? idk tbh lol) ... he doesn't know what to do with himself without you even if literally the only way he knows how to talk is thru insult </3

i do imagine he probably accidentally does call you a prostitute at some point.... and the repercussion of seeing you actually upset with him (and pushy and snappy and mean/sad) is enough to make him want to pull his own toenails out. it's genuinely one of the few times he honestly thinks he's. a fuck up for like. 1 remote second LOOL

esp because ego or not and completely ... unemotional lord of all realms or w/e he is that makes him not care about killing things ... if we ARE STILL talking about the fact he was born in a world where like. the strong survive and the weak die... i do think he has a minute where he's like... "man bully weak woman BAD" and it honestly makes sense to him why he needs to stop being a dickhead to u ndfjkadsj

[jihyoruri]

I lied. cibyn analysis.

ok so cibyn…. lemme start off w this… she’s the funniest mf EVERRR😭😭her relationship with kazuha has me LAUGHING like I just know they’re like “oh my god… we should dye your hair pink….” and they both js go along w it LIKE😭 I CAN NOT W THEIR HEAD EMPTY ASSES just straight YAPPING.

and… to my girl chaewon… in my heart ik ur winning… but youre mad funny being 5’4 with a bob tryna fight a girl from nyc who is FIVE FOOT EIGHT😭😭… I know wigs would fly and cibyn would STILL be talking to kazuha like😭brawl in the waiting room she don’t even turn around..

second. she played young yeonjin in the glory. this girl has some unreal level of control w her emotions… (I think).. I think she’s very aware of who she is and what she wants, and focuses on herself more than others. not in a mean way, she’s just like… you do you, whatever you do is your own problem.

overall I think she’s a nice person though, I don’t think she’d ever be rude to someone who didn’t DESERVE it yk what I’m saying..

to be honest I think cibyn is a pretty happy person, but she definitely got some issues cause of her mother… the belief that love is useless and will only get in the way of success is a very detrimental-to-your-health kind of way to think. It seems she only feels this way about romantic love though so she does still have good friends and let’s herself care abt other people, so… it’s not all that bad.

I don’t think she’s processed her issues from her childhood so if chaewon or yunjin were to confess… I think she’d need time to process it. i think she’ll probably get w chaewon (sorry yunjin 😞you can NEVER WINNN😭😭) but I think it’ll take her some time— you can’t just let go of years of the way you were, and I don’t think she sees a reason to. I don’t think cibyn minds the way she was raised or thinks— I don’t know if she craves a relationship but it really doesn’t seem like it. overall I think she’s pretty in-tune with herself and is overall like.. happy, but I think emotionally, she’s maybe not good with emotions she’s not used to/can’t control. i think cibyn probably likes being in control.

I also think she’s smart, like.. very smart. she probably jokes around and acts ditzy and whatever but smth tells me this girl is like. QUICK with it.. maybe not academically smart (although I feel like she’d be great with numbers and practical kind of subjects, math/science, maybe not literature cause.. u gotta be kinda good w emotions for it LMFAO) but she’s definitely very aware of the way other people ACT. she may not be aware of crushes her way but I think she can tell if someone is a good person or not idk.

overall uhhh chaewon stays winning I think cibyn likes control.. but I don’t think she’s AFRAID(?) to fall in love, I just think she has an aversion to it. maybe it makes her feel weak or smth?? i can’t rlly tell cuz she’s kind of always staying silly. she may b oblivious to crushes but she’s probably veeeery intelligent. I LOVE U CIBYN‼️(I want to study her under a microscope)

-🎏

LMAOOOOO cib!yn is honestly really funny😭 she intentionally does some of things to keep her peace but anyways i really like your view on her

[rishiimaa]

HII EVERYONE! This isn’t a fanfic between canon characters, this is mainly just my Oc’s that I have, I just wanted to show ya’ll this cause I really liked how it turned out, and this could also be a filler!

This oc fanfic contains: Angst no comfort 😞

This is gay by the way, if you’re you know scared of the gays. (lol)

Disclaimer: Cursing and sad 😕

WARNING!! THERE ARE MENTIONS OF RELIGIOUS BELIEFS BUT IT DON’T SPECIFY

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Cold, drenched, and paralyzed, Seiya felt as though every part of him was at the brink of shattering. His heart pounded like a relentless drum, his eyes stung from the strain of not blinking, his lips pressed together in a thin line, and his shoulders were rigid with tension.

What could he possibly say? That it wasn’t true? Angels were bound by their truth, or so he believed—deceit was anathema to their existence.

“Don’t bullshit me, Seiya. Say something,” Sol demanded, his voice devoid of the usual emotion. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a stranger where once had been a familiar face.

“I—I… At first, it was true, but now—”

“So all of this was just a fucking lie?” Sol’s voice trembled, betraying the depth of his pain. It was a sound Seiya had never heard from him before—a heartbreaking crack that hinted at tears he was trying to hold back.

“That confession, the kisses… you telling me you love me—was it all just to trap my soul?” Sol’s eyes locked onto Seiya’s, but Seiya couldn’t meet them.

“No—! No, I would never do that. I do love you, more than anything! I would never commit such a sin just to be with someone!”

“Oh, so now it’s a sin?” Sol’s voice was sharp with disbelief. “Is that all you care about—your own salvation? Love is supposed to be more important than some divine rule, but it seems like you’ve always cared more about what’s right in the eyes of God than the people you love!”

Seiya took a shaky breath, trying to steady his fear and regret.

“Yes, I see now that I was wrong. I’m sorry! But I’ve changed, and my perspective has evolved—”

Sol ripped the glowing amulet from around his neck and hurled it onto the sidewalk. His face contorted with raw, furious sadness, water mingling with tears that streamed down his cheeks.

“You can forget about any compromise… and us. Don’t ever come near me again.”

Seiya stood frozen, his legs seemingly rooted to the ground. He wanted to run after Sol, to beg for another chance, to explain how deeply sorry he was. But his body betrayed him, and he could only stand there, hollow-eyed and defeated.

What could he do? Chase after him and plead for forgiveness? It felt futile.

It was perhaps better to let Sol go.

Seiya picked up the amulet, his fingers tracing its cracked surface with a heavy heart. His voice, barely a whisper, was laden with sorrow.

“I hope you find happiness, Lilith,” Seiya murmured, his gaze lingering on the shattered amulet.

Lilith emerged from the shadows, her expression one of twisted amusement. “Pathetic, really. Humans are so weak. And you, even more so.”

“It’s infuriating that he believed your lies so easily,” Seiya said, his voice darkening as he glared at Lilith.

“Don’t speak of Sol that way. He has every right to be hurt,” Seiya said, anger flaring in his eyes.

“I lied. Lies break trust, and trust is fragile. I am to blame for this.” Seiya’s eyes met Lilith’s, revealing a depth of regret that seemed to sadden her even more.

“So, you’re just going to give up? Is this how a cherubim behaves? You’re dishonoring everything you claim to stand for—”

“This isn’t about God, Lilith. It’s about Sol and his happiness. And sadly, I’m not the one who can bring him that.”

Seiya unfolded his wings, turning his back to Lilith with a steely glare. “I hope you got what you wanted.”

Lilith staggered back, her shock palpable. This was not the outcome she had desired. She had expected Seiya to become enraged, to unravel in madness, proving himself a demon.

But this… this was the exact opposite. Her brother was acting as though his entire world had crumbled, and he seemed willing to let it go.

“Damn it… This is affecting me now,” Lilith said, her voice a rough whisper. Her own dark wings unfurled as she prepared to leave.

“I need to fix this before it truly starts to destroy me.”

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HEEY WHOEVER READS THIS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

[alexturne]

Do you know why so many AM fans on Twitter hate Miles so much? What did this guy do wrong to deserve all this hate😞

I don't know, and I genuinely don't get it. It baffles me. It angers me to no end. This is going to be long, I'm warning you in advance.

To me Miles is the personification of literal sunshine. And he doesn't deserve one ounce of all the shit he gets. I don't get how you can hate him, literally.

He is bright and beautiful, he's kind, he works incredibly hard, has earned everything he has, he's super talented and so passionate about his music. He is so friendly and charismatic, he makes friends everywhere he goes, and I've literally never heard anyone say a legit bad word about him. He has so many collaborators, so many people who trust him, who show publicly how much they enjoy working with him, how much they admire him, and how much of a wonderful human being he is. He goes out of his way for his fans, constantly brings new content, sharing things from his writing and studio sessions, he always agrees to pics and fans meeting him always have so positive things to say. He goes all out for his concerts, shows endless enthusiasm and always tries his hardest to bring a good show and he always fucking delivers.

People claim to have lots and lots of bullshit reasons why they hate on him. It's always been like this.

One thing is the "scandal" a few years ago when he made an inappropriate comment/joke to a reporter, and immediately apologized once he learned he'd made her uncomfortable. He did a wrong, stupid, immature thing, and he apologized. People keep bringing it up. It's time to let it go.

Another thing, which I think is more at play, really, is that they compare him and Alex, and seem to think he is less deserving of his success, that Alex is better and more talented, and therefore Miles doesn't deserve to work with him.

I think there's a strong element of jealousy involved. That he "gets" to be close to Alex and they don't. Similarly to when people needlessly hate Alex's girlfriends for no other reason than the fact that they're with him, and these so-called "fans" aren't. It's so immature and it disgusts me, honestly. And that's even omitting the whole "milex" side of things, which is a whole thing on its own.

They say TLSP would be better without him, but guess what fuckers, there would be no fucking TLSP without him. Alex has even said so! He literally couldn't do it without him. And he'd never want to, either.

They say really shitty things about his appearance, about his clothes, about his way of speaking and how he carries himself. His mannerisms, his voice and guitar playing. Literally everything they can poke and prod at, they do.

They say shit about his music and lyrics, once again comparing it to Alex.

The comparison doesn't make any sense to me, as their strengths are vastly different and they compliment each other so well for exactly that very reason. They are different, and they are well aware of their own strengths and weaknesses, no one is pretending one way or another.

Miles has stated that it used to get to him, and it fucking breaks my heart. Because he doesn't deserve any of this bullshit. He is not trying to be Alex, he's not trying to write lyrics or music like him, he's not trying to be the next big thing, he just wants to make his own fucking music!

He is not claiming to be anything he is not. He is not trying to be the next Monkeys, he is not trying to break them apart. He is well aware of his own success, and he has earned every single bit of it.

He has put in the work, he is constantly growing and pushing himself. He lives and breathes his music, and treasures every single thing he has. He is humble, and always grateful to his fans.

He is not fucking riding Alex's coattails!

Like I've always said, he's your fave's fave. If you're such a big fan of Alex, why on earth would you dedicate so much time to shitting on one of his best friends and closest collaborators? Do they think Alex will thank them and love them for this behavior? I think fucking not.

Miles is so important to Alex. There are so many influences of Miles in his music, he has been such an integral part of his growth both in his personal life and in terms of his music. He did 505 with them. And Plastic Tramp. The whole thing with Death Ramps, and the fucking rings. He sings Wirral Riddler. Alex literally made him frontman of his band for a little while!

A band notorious for keeping things within their close, little circle, and Alex had him up front and center. Playing with them on the biggest stages of their career. If that doesn't scream volumes to you about how much he matters to Alex, I'm sorry, then I can't help you.

Alex has explicitly stated time and time again how special Miles is to him, how he brings something unique out in him, and it's evident how much he treasures Miles in his life. Alex has no one else he lets in to his process in the same way, no one else he writes with, for and about as much as Miles.

Like, fucking face it. They're close and have been for nearly two decades. That's not going to change. They started a band together simply because they couldn't not make music together. And I don't care what anyone says; Alex has never seemed happier than when he was touring with Miles.

In conclusion, if you've got nothing nice or constructive to say, quit your fucking childish bullshit, and get Miles' name out of your filthy mouth.

[demoiselettes]

Hello there Nanako!✨

This came to my mind really randomly but may i request some green tea (angst) reader x Sabito?

Something like going on a lot of mission to the point where on one mission the reader gets badly injured because of the fatigue?

If possible i'd prefer an ohagi (fluff/comfort) ending :)

Remember to take care of yourself and to not overwork yourself!!

That's all i'll leave the rest to you byee!!

-an anon that isn't really an anon ;)

To be gentle

Pairing: Sabito x reader

Category: angst to fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader, reader practically has a heatstroke

A/n: HUBBY i’m so sorry i haven’t written anything for you in a long time i’ve been too busy cheating on you with your best friend 😞 and also..i might have accidentally tweaked the request slightly-

It had been six months and you still couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse to have been chosen to as Sabito’s tsuguko.

It came as no surprise that the water hashira would implement his own training regime on you and as much as you tried to find comfort in the excuse that it would probably save you from becoming human wagyu, you couldn’t help but be affected by his harsh and at times humiliating scolding. His training was by no means easy. You used to complain that your previous cultivator wanted you dead but compared to Sabito’s training, hers was a trip to the onsen.

Today was no different. With the scorching sun beating down on you, Sabito had been sparring with you for what seemed like too long for you to keep tract. Your resolve had long since evaporated. Your throat was parched and your brain felt like a helium balloon about to float away.

“Too slow!” He crashed his sword against your own, forcing you back with little effort. “Your reflexes are pathetic. If you find yourself ambushed, it’s likely you won’t survive. Have you learnt nothing, [Name]?”

You wanted to scream that you learnt that you had a higher chance of dying at his hands than at a demon’s but when you opened your mouth to speak, the world tilted and you gasped sharply, letting go of your sword. It clattered to the ground as though to accompany you falling to your knees when your legs turned to jelly. You clamped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from retching.

A small part of your brain told you you might be having a heatstroke. Sabito stood in front of you and you had neither the heart nor the courage to look up at him. But you felt his lavender eyes scrutinizing you. The silence was overbearing.

“You’re not improving one bit,” be started dully. “You’re on the same level as when i took you in.”

Weak. The world circled in your mind. You knew he was indirectly calling you weak. A droplet trailed down your cheek. The tension snapped when a crow came flying your way. More specifically, it was your crow.

“Mission in Tokyo! Adults have been disappearing at night! It squawked. Then, with a loud CAW!, “Water hashira, Sabito and his tsuguko have been called to investigate!”

You heard Sabito’s sandals scrape the ground as he turned to face the crow. “Thank you. We’ll leave in an hour.” He walked inside without another word, leaving you alone with your crow. You stared at his retreating figure. You were on the verge of passing out, one hour was not nearly enough to recuperate. But for the second time that day, your voice failed you for the second time that dag when you opened your mouth to speak and could only gap at him.

Tokyo was bustling with people. Despite the festive atmosphere, neither you nor Sabito spoke. Your crow led you through the crowd towards the more recluse areas.

Your heart was racing and blood roared in your ears but you chalked it up to pre-battle jitters.

A narrow path wounded between houses on both sides. The more you walked, the more unsettled you became. You felt watched, as though someone was nocking an arrow into a bow and was taking aim at you.

Sabito stopped you from moving further with his arm(which you almost ran into). He said nothing but you saw him slowly unsheathing his sword. Too late, you realized you should have done the same. A dark mass, for a lack of a better word, jumped at Sabito but it was quickly struck with a slice of the hashira’s sword. A head rolled onto the floor, a tongue much too large to fit into its mouth still trying to slash at Sabito’s face.

You were not so lucky. Before you’d even unsheathed your sword, two more demons sprung from the walls surrounding the houses on either side. They’d walked right through them, as though— your heart sunk.

As though they weren’t even there to begin with.

While you focused your aims on both demons, Sabito stood not too far away, watching. You knew he was giving you a chance to prove yourself, but you were not so confident in your abilities. His words rangs, if you find yourself ambushed, it’s likely you won’t survive. Your swings and slices were unfocused. Your chest felt heavy. The demons weren’t even that strong, but they outnumbered you and your palms were already clammy with sweat. With a last push, you propelled your body in the air and spun. Your blade released a circular attack, taking off the demons’ heads.

You staggered upon landing and two larger hands gripped your shoulders to stabilize you.

“Careful,” he warned. “Your landing-“

But the rest of his words grew into white noise. Your ears rang and there was a sharp pain pulsating in your chest. Your breathing was becoming labored. Something was wrong.

“[Name]? Oi!” He shook your shoulders lightly and you felt your strength leave your body. The last thing you registered was that the houses above you seemed to turn to dust, before it all went black.

There was a buzzing sound when you woke up. Not unlike that of bees’. Then you realized it was simply the sound of people conversing afar. The smell of anti-septic, punctuated by that of flowers’ filled your nose; you were in the Butterfly Estate.

Something rough brushed over your knuckles. Strange, you had a hand? You couldn’t feel your body. You turned your head to the side and nearly choked. Sabito sat on a chair by your bedside. His head was lowered and peach colored locks fell over his face. He seemed to be muttering something under his breath.

“Sabito-sama?” You croaked. His head shot up and he stared at you as if processing what he was seeing. Then he was up from his chair.

“Don’t move. I’ll get Kocho.”

You latched onto his haori with what little strength you had left, causing him to stop. But you could only stare at him when he turned to face you. There were so many thoughts swirling in your mind, each fighting for dominance. “I-i’m sorry,” your voice cracked. “For not learning.”

You could not gauge his expression from behind the mask, but his shoulders slumped. “You’ve learnt enough. You passed out from overexertion.” He spat the words out like they were Shinobu’s bitter medicated water.

“I went too hard on you.” He forged on. You wanted to deny, but your tongue turned to cotton. He said what you had been thinking for the past half year. Why, then, did you feel guilty?

But you had no time to ponder, for he kneeled beside your bed, removed his mask and gently took you in his arms. You inhaled and held onto your breath just as he held you. “You aren’t weak, [Name], i should have told you that.” His nose bumped against your neck. “I was simply impatient. And.. worried.”

You blinked at the ceiling. “Worried?”

You felt him nod. “For your safety.”

Oh. You exhaled. He actually cared. You were definitely not on the verge of bursting into tears.

With his face still buried in the crook of your neck, he lifted a hand to cradle your head. “You’re an amazing tsuguko. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re an amazing Master, too.” You managed. He seemed so raw for the first time since you’ve met him. Strangely, you felt happy. It meant his was letting his walls down around you.

Back in her office, Shinobu stirred wisteria poison in a vial, smiling. She’d gone back to your room to check if you were awake and had come across an unlikely sight. Check-up would just have to wait. You seemed to be doing fine anyway.

[moonchildstyles]

hi ms moonie!! i’ve been so soft thinking about aster and angels wedding!! idk if you’ve thought about who walks her down the aisle, but all i can think about is her asking anne to!! like one day her and H are talking about it and she’s sad that her dad won’t be there to give her away bc even tho they didn’t treat her very well she’s still like 😞 bc she always imagined it that way. and she’s like “H do you think your mom would?” and his heart just melts like 🥺 “ofc she would angel. she loves you so much” and like what if she gives anne a card that says “i know i haven’t formally joined your family yet but in my mind you are already my mum, will you walk me down the aisle?” and she’s like “of course sweetie!!” and they all just love each other so much like 😭😭😭 i’m weak

also how is your break going? i hope you are getting lots of rest!!

🐭

I think thats such a cute idea to have his mom walk her down the aisle but Ive always imagined that she ends up walking alone:( like its a big deal an all for her to be doing this all herself you know? like ofc shes kind of sad that she doesn't have anyone in her own family to do that but at the same time like this is a big choice that she's making on her own:( like she's not being given away by someone she's making that choice to marry h and start her life with him all on her own:(

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OC Tag Game

Oooh, thanks for the tag @cleverblackcat. I'm not sure what's gonna shake out here, as I don't really plan my OC's out very well. They sort of slowly emerge as their story grows, so all of them are very much works in progress still. A few of them have started to show distinct personalities though. I'm going to focus mostly on Dragon Age OC's, since they are the ones I'm writing pretty exclusively these days.

Tagging: @knuttydraws | @raflesia65 | @inquisitoracorn | @retrowondergirl | @thedastrash | @charlatron | @charmcity-jess | @amarmeme | @inky-does-art | @spooky-daggers

Favorite OC: This is basically akin to asking me who my favourite LI is and I really don't know how to choose! I like them all for different reasons. I think I do have a soft spot of Evelyn Trevelyan though, or a strong desire to keep her safe. Out of all my OC's, she's the only one that was not even remotely prepared to be a hero/leader/figurehead. Yes she was born into a noble family, but she was never going to be the head of it. She was shipped off in disgrace to the Circle at the age of 13 -- completely ruining her parents carefully orchestrated plans to marry her off for their own benefit. All my other OC's have spent a good majority of their lives already having to lead/protect/be responsible for others, but poor Evelyn's just so out of her depth. They're all pretty badass too - they can easily go toe to toe with an archdemon, or the arishok, or any adversary you throw at them. Evelyn would just get squished.

Newest OC: Hmm, I think that's probably Maxwell Trevelyan, who began really as just a generic name drop of an Inquisitor for Under Her Mask. He's grown though and I'm honestly a bit in love with the shithead 😆 Because he's brash and aggravating, but he's staunchly loyal to his friends and Blackwall's revelation broke his heart. I don't know if he will emotionally survive Solas' betrayal, not that I plan to write it, but you never know. I do enjoy writing him being cheeky with Cassandra. He might just continue to pop up in the further adventures of Solona and Cullen, so we'll see.

Oldest OC: Oh haha, hmmm that would be going back many, many years now. I think the first story I wrote that was a genuine foray into fan-fiction, was about Garthik the Meek. He was an orc that lived peacefully in his little hovel, deep in the forests of Yew, in the land of Britannia. He spent his days tending to his garden and frolicking with the forest animals that were his dear friends. Unfortunately however, one day he was set upon by a band of glory seeking adventurers, and his humble little life was tragically cut short 😞

Meanest OC: Oh, Enastarin without a doubt. He was tolerable to his companions when he was merely a spirit of Vanity, unable to help his shallow nature. Something dark emerged in him however when he left the Fade -- a jealous, competitive obsession with Solas. Despite his complete lack of empathy for others, Rin sees the true nature of everyone -- can reflect it with uncanny accuracy, which is why he is the most talented shape-shifter in Elvhenan. So he sees all the faults, doubts and weaknesses that Solas hides from others. He hates that everyone always looked to Solas over him. That Solas was always considered more competent, more powerful and wiser than him, and that Mythal openly favoured Solas above all others. It's a resentment that has festered in him, like a sour wound, for millennia. Naturally, in his immense pride, Solas doesn't take Rin seriously as a threat, and that's a blind spot Rin is more than happy to exploit.

Softest OC: Again, all my OC's have been pretty hardened by their life experience. They're all soft in their own ways, in the right circumstances, with the right people. Like, Solona is pathetically soft for Cullen, but don't ask her about Alistair 😬 Though, even that is complicated.

Sulahnean essentially cannot say no to Dorian. She tries to be firm, but if he gives her puppy eyes, she's done for. Which is not the sort of friendship she ever imagined she could have with a Tevinter nobleman of all things.

I don't know that Hawke is soft so much as brittle inside, though she's very good at putting up a tough exterior and ignoring her own feelings. Evelyn probably wins the soft category again, although Blackwall certainly caused her to harden her heart a little bit, but she's probably still the most forgiving.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Probably Sulahnean Lavellan. Though its actually against her natural character and mostly due to circumstances. She was quite warm and gregarious amongst her Clan, but being surrounded by so many strange and hostile humans in Haven, and under their intense scrutiny, had her feeling very out of place and she drew inside herself as a defence mechanism. Then she was held up as this religious icon, an Andrastrian icon, and she was terrified to even be herself. Because how long was it going to be before she slipped up and acted too Dalish, or too outspoken for mage freedom, and got herself burned at the stake as a heretic? Slowly though, she began to forge bonds with others in the Inquisition, but after everything that happened with Cole and Solas, it damaged her ability to trust people at all. She's trying to work through it, to not close herself off entirely from others, but it's a struggle. Logically, she knows that most people have good intentions, but when the pain of betrayal is still so fresh, it's hard to not react instinctively with fear and doubt.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Ok, well probably Marian Hawke. Not that she's truly stupid obviously, but she tends to act without thinking. And sure, she thrives in the havoc that ensues, and in some ways being so erratic puts her enemies on the backfoot, giving her the advantage then in being decisive, adaptable and quick-witted. So maybe she's actually a chaotic genius in the end! To the outside observer though, it just looks like sheer pandemonium, and without a doubt, she's shaved about ten years off the life of all her friends from the stress of being in her orbit. Though at least they've all learned to expect the unexpected and the more insane the plan seems, the more likely it is to actually turn out ok. Realistically though, Hawke just doesn't quit. Ever. Overcoming all obstacles through sheer stubbornness.

Smartest OC: Probably Sileahilan. Overall, she's very well rounded, possessing not just book smarts, but good social and emotional intelligence. She knows herself very well too, and has the good sense to know when she's wrong, or needs help. She also has a seemingly rare quality among other ancient elves, in that she learns from her mistakes 😂

OC I’d Be Friends With: Probably not Hawke and Max. I think they would exhaust me in a matter of minutes. And definitely not Enastarin, for very obvious reasons. But I think I could chill just fine with most of the others.