#but if someone asks to see his feathers or to lift something really heavy he doesn’t want to be a dick and say no

[dragonanon]

Oh look another TADC OC because why tf not

Huckley is the largest member of the digital circus crew, he’s got Kinger and Jax beat in height by at LEAST a good foot and some change, if not more! Despite his imposing size and build however, Huckley is the textbook definition of a gentle giant; dude can lift wholeass trucks with one arm, yet will actually cry over tiny kittens being cute.

Do NOT mistake his gentle nature for weakness however, as he will not hesitate to serve a beat down if his friends or loved ones are in danger. Jax had to learn this the hard way lol. Huckley is over all fiercely loyal to his friends and family, and he will tolerate absolutely ZERO fuckery happening to them.

In his free time, Huckley enjoys lifting weights, watching and playing football, and watching romantic comedies. (He’s a sappy boy who likes to laugh lol)

[wqterlillypdfs]

atwow characters + their love languages

pairing: neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tsireya, ao'nung x fem!na'vi!reader

summary: a valentine's day special - one love language for each of the characters listed above!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some kissing, obviously very fluffy and romantic but other than that nothing else, also some use of Na'vi language which i am not fluent in so i'm sorry if i messed some stuff up! also characters are aged up by three years just cuz

a/n: suprise!! and happy valentine's to all of my lovely followers <3 take this as a gift from me to you! i hope this makes some of yall without someone special to share your day with a little less lonely! either way, i love you all! if you want any more of these hc's for other characters send me an ask and i'll see what i can do! and again, happy valentine's day my beloveds! 💝💖💞

NETEYAM + ACTS OF SERVICE

His heart melts whenever you’d do things for him

It could be as simple as helping put away his hammock 

To him, it’s almost as if you’re helping lift the burden of future Olo’eyktan

It’s really a sign of how much you care, the fact that you’d take time out of your day to help with his workload?

He couldn’t ask for anything better

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It had been a long and stressful day for Neteyam, his warrior’s training was getting more gruelling by the day and it felt as if his father just wouldn’t stop going at him. All he wanted right now was to return home to you and wrap his arms around you. When his Ikran finally lands in High Camp, he wastes no time in rushing to your shared tent, pushing back the tent’s flap only to find you sitting cross-legged on the floor.

You looked busy.

“What are you doing, syulang?”

But as he moved around to look at your face properly, he also saw exactly what had been keeping your hands so busy. You were organising his arrows, going as far as to add fresh new colourful feathers to the back of the shaft.

“I had nothing to do,” you started, “and I just thought your arrows were looking a bit shabby.” You shrugged your shoulders as if it was nothing, just a small gesture out of the pureness of your heart. And maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal at all, but to Neteyam? It meant so much that you’d go out of your way to do something for him, so that he wouldn’t have to.

He doesn’t waste a second, picking you up off the ground and wrapping you in a warm embrace, rocking you back and forth gently. “Thank you,” he whispered into your hair.

You giggled at his actions, “it’s really not that big of a deal ���teyam.”

“Well, it means the world to me.”

LO'AK + WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Babyboy needs that constant reminder that he’s doing his best

“Thank you for doing….”

“That means so much! Thank you.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“I see you.”

We all saw the way he got absolutely rizzed up when Reya said that to him so 👀

Also u know that one scene when Reya throws the shell and Lo’ak goes to get it? When he resurfaces he immediately goes “Reya!” and waits for her to acknowledge his achievement.

HE’S SO BABY-

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It had been merely a few months since the Sully’s set foot on the sandy coasts of Awa’atlu, but nonetheless you and Lo’ak had grown incredibly close with each other. With you as his mentor and friend over those months, it was hard not to grow fond of him. But right now, the two of you were busy searching the shallow rock pools for some fish.

You decided it was about time for Lo’ak to learn how to spear-hunt properly. If he wanted to join the hunting parties, this skill was vital.

The spear in your hand began to feel heavy with how much you were using it. Your eyes flicked back up to Lo’ak, a frustrated frown marring his features. He mumbled something under his breath in agitation, and you felt your heart twist softly at how much he was beating himself up for it.

“Hey,” you started, trying to grab his attention which he gave to you without a second’s hesitation. “You’re doing really well, just try this…”

You adjusted Lo’ak’s grip on the spear ever so slightly, “and loosen up a little,” you encouraged.

The boy looked up at you with watchful eyes, you could tell he was soaking in as much information as he could - but in some deep part of his brain, he felt his heart set off at your casual compliment.

You’re doing really well.

He thought about the words for a moment, smiling to himself. You noticed immediately.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

You watched Lo’ak struggle with his words, a deeply toned blush spreading across his features, “nothing.” He tried to hide it as quickly and casually as possible.

“Okay.” You said giggling, deciding to go easy on the teasing just this once.

KIRI + QUALITY TIME

Kiri wants nothing more than to spend all the time in the world with you

She’s literally stealing you away at any moment she can get

Late night walks on the beach are her favourite

Loves, loves, loves just cuddling with you and talking about your day together

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

It was a slow quiet night in the forest, the crowd in the eating hall was starting to die down at last. You searched the remaining crowd expectantly, trying to look over the heads of the Na’vi in front of you when you felt someone sneak up behind you.

“Boo!”

Although you knew full well who it was, the suddenness of the surprise still caught you off guard. You laughed at her playful behaviour, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I missed you,” you confessed - and rightfully so. You had spent the entire day in classes and running errands and yet all you had yearned for is to spend time with Kiri. and anyways, you knew full well that she wanted nothing more than that too.

“Then let’s get out of here.” She said easily, taking your hand in hers as she steals you away from the eating hall to spend some alone time with you. Kiri led you through the forest, the bioluminescent glow lighting up the night.

Now, the two of you lay underneath the stars, your head resting comfortably on the mossy ground below, one leg thrown over her as your hands were intertwined. The stars glimmered and shone, twinkling to create the perfect ambience for the moment. You played with her fingers softly, enjoying her presence.

She asked you of your day and you told her everything, the good and bad - and she listened. Kiri was fully content with being with you, just bathing in your presence. She couldn’t have asked for anything more

TSIREYA + RECEIVING GIFTS

Tsireya loves giving and receiving gifts more than anything i just know it

She’d absolutely MELT if you ever gave her a gift of any sort

Especially if it’s handmade just for her, she loves personal gifts

Honestly though, you could gift her seaweed and she’d love it because “it’s the thought that counts”

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

You looked down at the little leaf package in your hand. The crisp green wrapping held together by a woven piece of string which you had decorated with Tsireya’s favourite coloured beads. It was a gift for the girl who you loved the most. You had wanted to give it to her on the day of her Iknimaya celebrations but it still wasn’t ready yet - so now on her 17th birthday you decide it’s the right time.

The beach is basked in the soft golden glow of the setting sun as you wait for Tsireya to arrive. This was your spot. The one you two shared. If one of you was upset and had disappeared, the other would know exactly where you were. Right here.

You heard the sound of sand shuffling behind you, you immediately knew exactly who it was. Two hands reach up and cover your eyes from behind. 

“Guess who?” 

It was obvious. Her sweet scent paired with her honey voice? Who else could it be besides your Tsireya.

“Hm..” You hummed in faux contemplation. “Ao’nung? Is that you?”

She scoffed before laughing sweetly. “That’s not even a compliment.”

Her easy way of talking and making you laugh eased your nerves significantly. She sat down next to you on the sandy beach, placing her hands in her lap as she looked at you expectantly. “So why are we here?” She asked.

You mustered up as much courage as you could, “Well, firstly, happy 17th birthday,” She smiled immediately, “I wanted to give you this first, before the whole celebration and everything…”

Your voice trailed off quietly as you handed her the leaf package, watching her features that immediately light up at the sight.

“Oh oeyä sum,” My seashell. It was a nickname she gave you long before either of you even professed your love for eachother.

She carefully unwrapped the leaves of the package, revealing an intricately carved bracelet inside. Each bead was carved and softened from a seashell, with a heart shaped crystal in the centre of the bracelet like a charm.

Tsireya’s heart damn near actually melted at the sight. “You made this?” She asked, as if it was impossible to believe “for me?” But the Metkayian girl knew full well that you’d go to the ends of the earth just for her.

“Just for you.”

AO'NUNG + PHYSICAL TOUCH

Boy is never not touching you

And it doesn’t have to be in an intimate way

He’s always just having his hands linger a little too long

Or holding your hand under the table

He’s playing with your hair when you lay down on his chest

His friends are SICK of it but he couldn’t give a shit

Would kill and maim just to get to hold you for a second

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

The day was beginning to come to its end and you had no other intention in mind than to find Ao’nung and fall asleep in his arms.

The entire day consisted of gentle, lingering touches. Just a soft brush as he walked by, hand barely touching yours but enough that it made you want to turn around and hold his hand properly. You tried to distract yourself as you walked across the spongy walkways of Awa’atlu in search of your lover.

You grew increasingly frustrated as the minutes passed, and just as you let a huff escape past your lips - you felt the soft comfort of two strong arms snaking around your waist, Ao’nung’s head coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck.

You hummed in response, “Yes, I could tell.”

Ao’nung turned your body around to face him in his grasp, it was hard not to get lost in his ocean blue eyes. Silently, without a word, he led you away from the vulnerability of the open walkways in the village and to a secluded part of the beach. He sat with his back against a thick mangrove root, your body situated between his legs with your head resting on his chest. His hands busied themselves as they played with your soft hair. All he wanted in this moment was you, just to hold you, to know that you were his.

The two of you talked of your busy days exactly what had kept you from seeing each other. Ao’nung complained about his warriors training and you listened contently as his hands slipped down to play with your fingers. “And you?” He asked in return when he finished talking.

You didn’t answer immediately, instead pressing your body further into his wanting to be enveloped by all of his warmth. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you like a comforting blanket.

“It’s better now that I’m with you.”

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[lemonrin-i]

Fondness

Pairing: Floyd Leech X Reader

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Summary: A submission for the @twst-charity

Floyd being protective over the Prefect Post-Chapter 3

When the Prefect first arrived at NRC, they quickly realize that nobody truly respected them on campus.

Ace and Deuce somewhat respected their position as the Prefect, but that’s mostly because they were friends, and while Jack saw the importance of their title, that was mainly due to the fact Jack was a goody-two-shoes.

One time, during lunch, The Prefect saw a meek first-year being pushed around by a second-year for his lunch money. And the Prefect– who had naively thought that they could make a difference– had stepped in, head held high and demanding that they left him alone.

Their confident demeanor was soon shattered when the bullies immediately laughed at them. Loud enough to attract unwanted attention from a few bystanders.

The Prefect’s ears went warm and the sudden attention on them made them sweat. They remembered that when Crowley gave them the role of prefect, he merely gave them that role as a way to turn them into his little errand runner– not because he thought they could benefit the school environment in any way.

What’s worse was that the meek first year that the Prefect came to defend started to join in on the teasing. Probably in hopes of getting away from their radar and setting their attention on someone else, someone much weaker than him, someone with zero magic capabilities and therefore was incapable of defending themself.

It was only after Jack interfered that the bullies relent. Scoffing at him as he bared his teeth at them, muttering under their breath that they were just joking around.

That day, the prefect finally realized something as Jack asked if they were alright.

They were completely and utterly helpless.

That was. . . Until today.

The Prefect didn't pay it much mind, they were usually found hanging around their friend group and Deuce and Jack can be a rather intimidating duo so no one dare approached them. What was strange was the fact that students were starting to run away from them.

Now, the Prefect knew Jack and Deuce would never harm anyone. Sure they would ruffle some feathers but they’re far from scary– quite the opposite.

But after a while, the Prefect began to realize that it wasn’t those two they were running away from.

It was the Prefect.

The realization had dawned upon them when they were having lunch alone. ADeuce got in trouble again and were now staying behind in Alchemy while Jack had club activities.

Floyd Leech had decided to accompany them for whatever reason– The Prefect wouldn't say they were close with Floyd but they got along pretty well, as least. . . they hope they did?

People tended to stay away from Floyd due to his rapid mood swings and the fact that he was one of Azul’s scary henchmen. While Jade kept his intention subtle and was meticulous, Floyd was his polar opposite. Not even Azul could keep a tight leash on him.

But for the Prefect, they didn’t really mind. Between trying to keep Grim and their friends out of trouble, Floyd was nothing. In fact, he can be very easy to read sometimes once you get to know his patterns– Unlike Jade, who keeps his cards close to his chest.

They couldn’t help but note that Floyd can be quite cuddly at times too. His physical affection varies to the point the Prefect has it memorized. When Floyd’s excited, he would lift the Perfect off their feet and give them a big squeeze or when he’s tired to which he just plops his head on their lap or put his entire body weight on the Perfect.

While Floyd had a hard grip and was quite heavy, the Perfect found it strangely. . . adorable? Yes, Floyd can be scary and intense but his physical affection was also his way of communicating his excitement and they couldn’t help but be fond of it– despite it potentially being bone-cracking.

So yes, the Prefect would say they are close enough.

Out of the corner of their eye, they see one of their bullies. They both shared eye contact before the bully's face suddenly contorted into a horrified expression and they made a run for it. The Prefect had never been more confused, since when did they have Jack and Deuce's level of intimidation?

The Prefect turned around to look at Floyd, who was unusually smiling “That was weird”

“Yeah” He smiled even wider “It was”.

[beamtori]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬

ji changmin x afab!reader (he refers to you as "woman" LMAO)

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), a wrestle for dominance, use of handcuffs, lots of pet names (angel, baby, brat, good girl, my love), subtle praise kink, blowjob, slight handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bffs), riding, kissing, biting, swearing (a lot), i think i got it all lol

a/n: uhm,,,, hi 🧍🏻‍♀️ first smut fic, check! @winterchimez convinced me not to gatekeep this lol but thank u ally and @zzoguri for making me feel better abt this :'))

The click of the handcuffs echoed through the quiet bedroom. The only other sounds were yours and Ji Changmin's heavy breathing. His eyes were dark as he lifted his head, his hands locked behind his back and white dress shirt stretched broad across his chest.

You stood between his legs to marvel at your handiwork. "Nice."

His tongue poked his cheek. "C'mon, angel. You can smile. I know you like seeing me like this."

The smile bloomed on your face, and you saw there was a twitch at the corner of his lips. He liked that you liked this.

"Well," you said, taking a step back, "I think I'm gonna go run to the supermarket—"

Your plans were foiled by his foot hooking around your leg and sending you careening over his chest. The both of you fell back onto the bed, his teeth gritting as all the weight landed on his hands and wrists. Your hands planted against his chest and you could feel his heart beat race as he wet his lips.

"Not cool," you said.

His eyes narrowed. "You literally have me at your mercy and the first thing you wanna do is go to the fucking supermarket?"

Fire curled in your stomach. "...Yes?" Your smile was impish.

He was not amused.

"Isn't that the pleasure of it though? Making you wait?" You asked, adjusting yourself to straddle his chest and gently drag the tip of your index finger down his plush lips, cleaving straight down his strained Adam's apple, all the way over the buttons that threatened to burst. You shifted your bottom half slightly, pausing when you felt something poking you right between your legs.

A slow smile. You locked eyes with him as you rolled your hips generously over his erection.

You bit your lip as a moan fell out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. "Is this what you want, Changmin?" You murmured. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his jawline, then another up, and up and up, until you nipped his earlobe. "You want me to fuck you until you can't walk?"

You rocked your hips again, relishing in the delicious way you hit your clit then. You sighed in his ear and felt him jerk beneath you; he was itching to break free of the cuffs, to flip you over and have his way with you. To teach you a lesson.

But he couldn't. And wasn't that the fun if it?

"I think I really like you like this," you chuckled lowly. Your hand snuck between your bodies and reached the crotch of his jeans. A tent had formed there, and you cupped your hand over it. His cock throbbed in your hand—he jerked his hips upward again.

You tsked. "Nuh-uh," you pouted, caressing the side of his face, "only good boys get off."

A flash of something in his eyes. A muscle feathered in his jaw. "You're gonna regret this, angel."

"No, actually. I think I'm gonna have so much fun."

You straightened then, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt and managing to haul him up with you. He swore when you got him sitting straight up, his cock painfully hard against his zipper. You stood between his legs again, right in front of him, but completely out of his reach.

"Angel," he said, head cocking to the side like a predator, eyes narrowing, "if you let me out of these cuffs…"

"Don't even try that on me." You teased him with a boop of his dimple. You saw the annoyance flash across his face. "You agreed to this, my love."

"Then stop wasting time."

"Someone's impatient," you teased. Taking pity on him, you grabbed the top of his head and held him as you crushed your lips against his. He made a noise of relief, tongues and teeth gnashing together. You were keen to take your time, but by the way he fought against you, he was definitely trying to make a point.

You ripped away from him, his mouth chasing after yours, but too late.

He watched you tear your shirt over your head and give him an eyeful of flesh.

"You're drooling."

He snapped his mouth shut. "You just want to kill me tonight, woman," he snapped. "Please, just let me rip that thing off you. You can cum as many times as you want."

You didn't even pretend to think about it. "No."

His eyes darted from the pretty, lavender-colored lace bra to your eyes. "You know I'll treat you well, angel," he drawled. "Come on. Unlock the cuffs."

"No," you repeated, but this time, you hooked your thumbs in your pants and yanked them down.

He whimpered. "Not the garter," he gulped, eyes going to the ceiling like he was praying. "You want to kill me."

"Something like that," you mused.

You climbed over him again, practically shoving your lace-covered breasts into his flushed face. Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "You like it? It's new since you ripped the old one."

Changmin shoved his face into your chest and moaned like a man drinking water after a week in the desert. "Your tits are perfect. Fuck, please, just put me out of my misery."

Your fingers curled gently around the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let him kiss your cleavage. "It's so odd hearing you beg."

"You like that?" He murmured, mouth over your hardened nipple through the lace. "The sound of me begging you to uncuff me. To let me worship your beautiful body. To fuck you how you deserve to be fucked."

You yanked his head back by his hair and he growled at the loss of contact.

"I think you've had your fun," you said and stood again.

"Angel—angel, I…" The words died on his tongue as you sunk down onto your knees in front of him and nuzzled your face into his crotch. He thrusted his hips toward your mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, "please."

"Since you asked so nicely." You used one hand to hold down his thigh, and the other to pull his zipper down. A wet spot had begun to form over his boxers, and you could feel him fucking pulsing, he was so hard.

You peered up at him and let him watch you lower his waistband. His cock slapped against his stomach with a dull thump, the shaft reddened and dripping with precome. His chest fell and rose rapidly, his breathing heavy, as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and licked right up the length.

A shuddering breath fell from his lips and grew more haggard when you wrapped your lips around his tip to suck on the salty bead that had formed.

You removed your lips. "Spit on yourself."

Changmin did as he was told. A glob of his spit landed on his dick and dribbled down the side. You used it to pump him once, twice—he let out a colorful string of swears, hips fucking up into your fist.

When you were satisfied, you lowered your mouth over him once more, and took him all the way to the base.

"Oh fucking—shit," he groaned. You began to bob your head up and down, taking him down your throat as best you could. "Yn, angel, you're so good to me. Oh my god, look at you—"

His thighs were shaking by your head and beneath your hands. Everything in him was fighting to not rut up into your mouth but you were choking yourself on his dick anyway. Your fingers fondled his balls, twisted at the base—you were practically dripping through your panties at this point.

His thighs tensed, and you abruptly pulled off him.

"Why—what!" He sputtered at the lack of contact. He had been close, and you'd known that.

His pretty cock was even harder now, standing straight up, angry and red and covered in your slobber.

You pushed up from the floor and nearly had your knees buckle from under you. "Shit."

"Angel, please just let me take care of you. You've been so good to me," he pleaded, lips jutting out in a pout. "Come on, baby. Let me return the favor."

You braced your hands on his thighs and kissed him so he could taste himself on your tongue. "I don't," you hummed, "think so."

He bit your lip at your defiance. "Brat," he huffed.

You grinned, hand dancing around his throat. "I'll make you eat your words."

"Well, I could've been eating you out, but—" He held his breath. You climbed into his lap again with one hand holding his shoulder and the other circling over the wet spot on your panties. "Is that for me?" His voice dropped lower. "You're so wet—and all from sucking me off? Good girl."

Something in you warmed at the praise. You had to snap yourself out of it. "That's not gonna work."

"Well, you're gonna fuck me anyways, right?"

"Starting to think I could finish up in the bathroom," you drawled teasingly, your fingers slipping past the drenched hem of your underwear.

He glared. "Don't you fucking dare."

You grabbed his cock and the breath in his chest left him. You raised your hips over his tip, rubbing it up against your weeping folds. "Don't I fucking what now?" You quipped.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours to watch you sink down onto him. You swallowed your moans down as you kissed him, walls stretching to accommodate his girth until you could seat yourself well enough.

The handcuffs jingled as he yanked at his restraints, his tongue pressing into your mouth.

You felt so full, and your thumb rubbed your clit to loosen yourself up. You whimpered into his mouth… and slowly began to swirl your hips.

"Mmmh," he hummed, eyes pinned to you to watch you fall apart. "That's it, angel. You can do it. Fuck yourself on my cock for me."

It was like second nature, listening to his voice and encouragement. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your thighs shaking, your tits bouncing in his face. He braced his feet against the floor and helped you, thrusting up as best as he could with his hands still restrained behind him.

You choked when his tip found that gummy spot inside you, all spongy and sensitive. "Fuck," you hissed. "There—right there!"

"Doing so good for me, baby," he said, lips suckling on the soft skin at your throat. "You're so warm, so tight. I know you can fuck yourself harder."

And you did. That tightening sensation—it curled in the pit of your stomach—it wound tighter, tighter— "Changmin, Changmin, I'm close—"

"Me too, angel. I'm close—come on and use me—"

It wound and wound and wound—and then you cried out as that tension shattered, a cresting wave. Your legs shook and you fell over him. Changmin's teeth sank into your shoulder as his cum flooded into you. Your pussy lips fluttered; too much, too much, too much.

You both sat there for a second attempting to catch your breath. Sweat dribbled down the side of his face and the back of his neck, and you turned your head slightly to catch a bit of it, and kiss the warm skin there.

"You okay?" You rasped.

You felt a reciprocal kiss against the bite mark he'd made. That was definitely going to bruise. "More than okay. Holy shit. How about you, baby?"

"I'm great." You lifted your head out of his neck and giggled, meeting his soft smile and after-sex glow. You brushed the bangs out of his eyes, then kissed him. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too," he said, nose nudging yours. "But I'd love you even more if you uncuffed me."

a/n: tbh the ideal way this would carry on is you unlock the cuffs and he makes you "regret" not uncuffing him earlier 🤸‍♀️

tbz m.list

[sugoi-writes]

A Morningstar - Angel!Lucifer (Samael) x GN! Reader

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A/N- Some of my fluffiest works are written at 3AM when I'm at my lowest, YKNOW? So keep in mind this is loose, dialogue heavy, and just... Fluffy? Feel good, with bits of angst as well. This glosses over/ignores the canon, Lilith/Eve/Adam, I just... High key Angel Luci is so precious and just wanna treasure this mess of an Angel. This is just indulgent fluff dhdbdbs

(If you want to feel the sense of longing that Angel!Luci feels in this fic, listen to Wildflower by Billie Eilish-- it's SO heart wrenching to me, and perfectly captures the way Lucifer struggles with his feels-- Feels like it's a GOOD Canon!Luci song, too!) Dhdjdjsj ENJOY ❤️

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You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the rustling in the bushes, hands pausing mid preening,"...Samael?"

The angel from on high peeked from his hiding spot sheepishly, smile wide and betraying his mischievous mood," Did I scare you~?"

You laughed, soft and warm like the autumn breeze, shaking your head," No, I'm afraid not. But, I can pretend if you'd like~"

The angel's cheeks glowed with a golden hue as you laughed again, lips jutting out in a dramatic pout," Where's the fun in that?"

You pat the ground next to you, chuckling," C'mon now, Sammy. You know I'm just kidding~"

Like an animal offered fresh food, Samael flew to your side eagerly. His robes danced, billowing like a ball gown as he lowered himself to the ground, hands splayed in the grass beside you," I know~ Just like I know I'll get you... Someday~"

The two of you laughed as he began tickling you, heads thrown back from the strife. In all of your play fighting, Samael had always known your weak spots, exploiting them as you cackle uncontrollably. You find yourself falling backward until you land on the ground, patting Sam's leg to tap out. Ever the good sport, the angel lets you breathe, watching as your eyes flit to the stars above you.

Sam wasn't far behind you, allowing himself to fall in a similar fashion at your side. His head came so close to yours that his halo bathed your hair in a golden light, as if allowing you to borrow it. He turns his head towards you after a moment, smiling all the same during your brief silence," Hey-- Lift your head for a moment!"

You look back to him, brows raised questioningly. When he rolls his eyes and reassures," It'll be nice, I promise", you can't help but oblige. When you finally tilt your head up and off the ground, you startle when you feel the rustling from below. When you look, you could see one of Samael's many wings, waiting expectantly for you to lay back down. Once you do, you relax fully, eyes fluttering at how soft his feathers were. You were cushioned all around, between the wings and the tall, bright clover grass that you laid on, you felt at peace. You returned to looking at the stars above you, smiling blissfully.

"They're truly beautiful, you know. The stars, that is...," you sigh, absolutely enraptured with the sight. Sam hums beside you, nodding in agreement.

"They are... Could you imagine how long that would've taken for someone else? Each star, handcrafted and made to look more dazzling than the next... But they're like you... They don't live forever." Samael's expression fell for a moment, before that trademark smile returned," B-But that's okay! Lots of beautiful things don't last forever... And, if it were up to me... I'd want to be a star too."

"Really?" You ask, turning to look over at your angelic friend," A star? I honestly thought you would've said like... A bunny... Maybe a duck? I know they're your favorite..."

Sam snorts childishly as he's caught red-handed," It's true, it's true... Ducks are... well, adorable! Irrationally so. But... I don't know. There's just something so... Breathtaking about stars. How they hang so high in the sky, lighting the way... Shining, dazzling, and spreading joy... That's what I want to do. I want to spread joy. Make people smile..."

"You've made me smile plenty already~" you coo, making Samael laugh dreamily.

"True, true... But if I could do that all day, everyday... I would become a star in a heartbeat."

Samael reaches a hand towards the Heavens, smile wide and full of wonder," And, if anything were to ever happen to me? I'd just-- poof!"

"Poof?" You question, eyebrows wide with worry.

"Well, yeah! When stars die, they... Explode? Most of the time, anyway. They make these startling, beautiful colors and displays; like a final act, y'know? A big BANG!!! If I were to die... I'd like it to be like that, y'know?"

You sit up, scooting closer until you're snuggled against him, laying your head on the angel's chest. You feel him stiffen below you, breath shallow as you lay a hand just above where his heart should be. He was warm, impossibly so... radiating a heat that was as intense as it was comforting. You ran your fingers over his well-woven, pristine robes, eyes heavy as you mull over his words.

"I don't like thinking about you dying, Samael..." You say after a while, worry dripping from your voice," It... frightens me. To think something could to happen to you."

You feel shuffling beside you, until your body is enveloped by large, gentle wings, bringing you impossibly closer. He didn't let you lament against him for very long.

"Well, it's great thing I can't die... You know? I never will. Because God, well... He made us this way. And-- even though you can--"

"Will--" you corrected, smile faulting.

"Even so-- I'll be there when you do. And I'll be sure to scoop you up; nice and safe in my arms. Straight to the pearly gates!!!."

You look up to him, eyes serene and sentimental," You promise, Sam? You'll take care of me when I do?"

The golden-blooded angel can't help but look away, your natural beauty far too much for his fragile, foolish heart. A shy pinky finger is offered to you, which you take tendering in turn.

"O-Of course! Who better than me? I've carried you before, and I will again! Someday... But not too soon, I hope."

You laugh as the thought crosses your mind, your fit dying down into a content hum as you let the fuzzy, warm feeling fester.

" I wish I were a star, too...," you remark, hoping to change the subject back to the sky above you," They're so beautiful...," you finish dreamily, staring up at the wide, star-clustered sky.

"Hah-- Why would you want to be less beautiful than you are now?"

You blink, mind going blank as his words wash over you," Wh-What was that?"

"I-I mean-- uhh--" Sam stiffens again, laughing awkwardly as he looks away from you," I mean-- God made you in his own image, right? You know, humans are... Special. Because even with as many stars in the sky, each one of you-- all of you-- will be so different. So beautiful, in your own ways. Ways that angels can't be; will NEVER be. I just... don't understand how you would seek to be something less beautiful than you are now. You're... You have been--," Samael struggles, mind crossing with visions of the past, present, and possible future.

"You will be-- a-are... One of the most beautiful humans I've seen, to boot... So... That answer just surprises me, that's all..."

You sit up in that moment, looking to Samael with wide, curious eyes," You... Think I'm beautiful, Sam? More beautiful than a star?"

The angel, still stammering and flustered, can't help but nod," I... Is that... wrong? I-I don't know, I... Just always felt that way. Specifically about you, that is. God made you so... Perfect. I don't understand why you would want to change that. To be something so much more inferior to you…"

"But you-- you wanted to BE a star, Sam. Don't you think you're beautiful, too?" you ponder, leaning over him. Your hair framed his flustered face, making you feel much closer than you already were. The gold that festered in his cheeks made his hair look much paler in comparison.

"N-No! Well, not like you are-- uhh, humans are," Samael explained, the words feeling strange but true on his tongue.

" I... I don't view angels the same way I do stars. Nor like humans, we... we have finite purposes. Jobs assigned to us. We are to perform and do these things, serve the Lord, and a litany of other things... For forever. Meanwhile you-- you have free will! You will grow, live, experience things-- haha! There's sooo much you don't know, and yet: you'll still continue on. You get to live as you like. You'll get to choose what fulfills your life, and... It's just... it fascinates me. How different you can be. A life that is limited is much more enchanting and amazing than one that will never change or end. So, yes... If I were able to, I would become a star. Because at least then... I could be half as beautiful as you."

"And not a human...? You'd never wish to be a human?" You ask, soft as a whisper as the angel gazes up to you.

"N-No... No, I could never hope to be as beautiful as you. A-As uhh-- humans! So no, I'm-- I'd be content to be a star... Maybe one that lights the way, y'know?"

You feel your heart squeeze, almost fluttering with a feeling you've never experienced before. You feel... warm all over, head soft and unfocused as the first few beams of dawn begin to light up the sky. Just above your head, a cluster of morning stars blaze on, as if to create a crown just for you.

"Samael...?" You ask, smile chaste and honest as you stare down to the angel below you. Said angel feels his spine tingle, swallowing audibly,"Y-Y...yes? Yes, what is it?"

"Thank you. For sharing how you feel... And... For calling me beautiful. If it means all the same to you... I find you quite beautiful, too. Much more than a silly star in the sky~" You lean down, hesitating for a moment, before placing a kiss to the angel's pale cheeks. A flourish of color fills his face suddenly, mouth agape at the gesture. You hadn't realized how much more the words mattered when they came from you.

"I-I-I-- uhh-- Y-Yeah!!! Hahah, yeah, o-of course! Why-- ANYONE would agree! That you– YOU’RE beautiful, not me, haha! They-- they'd simply be lame, BLIND if they couldn't see your worth-- Y-Your beauty!"

You can't help but chuckle as you watch Sam unravel beneath you still, laying your head back down on his chest as you allow him to bristle and fidget below you. This gesture, to Sam's relief, spares him the butterflies he gets when he gazes into your eyes.

"Sam?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I mean it. Thank you. And... can we lay like this? Just a little longer?"

Samael's hands hesitate, but eventually wrap around you as you hum in approval," O-Of course... anything for you." After what felt like a few moments, Samael could hear the sounds of your breathing slow, heart beating just as leisurely as you drifted off into slumber. Sam didn't dare to move a muscle, watching as the stars melted away under the sun's intense gaze.

"...that's what I want to be... A star. A morning star,” Samael whispered to no one, eyes filled with a longing that has always been etched into his core.

Sam runs a hand hesitantly through your hair, sighing as he feels you nestle closer to him," ...a sign that the day is just beginning. A new start, a new cycle... Hope, joy… I want to be that. I want... I'd like to be that for someone. Heavens, I want something new... To be a part of something new."

Sam dares to look down to your sleeping form, feeling his chest tighten at the adorable sight before him. With one cheek smashed against his chest, you looked much like a small animal, getting cozy and comfortable before a long rest. He was oh-so tempted to touch your other cheek, to feel with his hands how soft they were…but he held himself back from such a tender, foreign gesture.

He exhales shakily, eyes falling closed," I wish... I could be a part of yours, y’know. More than I am now. I want to watch you shine…”

Samael can see visions of you dancing across his mind, visions of what you had to gain or lose by being his friend. And Heavens, even more, if he were so lucky. One vision appeared that always frightened him. Your visage distorted, with large, proud horns protruding from your head. The image made him shiver from the implications… Before his visions' hand reached for yours, kissing your demonic knuckles affectionately.

“...Because I know you'll be the brightest of them all."

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

[ladychota]

Masked Love

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - None, just fluff really (but lmk if you want me to add something)

Summary - You attend an Asgardian masquerade ball and meet a man who immediately piques your interest.

Word Count - 1.2k

Masterlist

The mask lies heavy on your face, its feathers tickling your temples and the jewels irritating your skin. You wish for nothing more than to take it off, but what's the point in a masquerade ball if you don't wear a mask? 

Besides, you're rather looking forward to the anonymity. Being able to go to a royal ball without fear of being judged for your social class or looked down upon for your family's status.

Your heels clack against the marble floors, each tile polished so much you can see your face in them. Your dress follows you like a loyal dog, the hem brushing your ankles delicately. The hallways are lit by hundreds of thousands of candles - some wall mounted, others hanging from the ceiling in stunning chandeliers; all emit a warm, welcoming glow. Guards stand both sides of every doorway, a spear clutched tightly in one hand while the other holds a round shield embellished with the Asgardian crest.

You hurry past them, excitement bubbling inside you as you walk through the huge, golden doors into the ballroom.

It's filled to the brim with people, each and every one of them in glittering ballgowns or slim, satin pieces; fine tuxedoes or traditional Asgardian robes. The room is alive with chattering and drinking, the air filled with the melodic sounds of laughter intertwining with music.

Walking down the stairs, you can't seem to take your eyes off the scene: it's picturesque, to say the least. You wander over to the side, watching as couples move to the centre of the ballroom, the orchestra beginning to play.

It feels magical.

You sigh and tear yourself away, heading towards the buffet as you wonder when you'll get a chance to do that. Perhaps you should go speak to someone, ask if they'd give you a dance. But, then again, you're not sure if you could deal with the rejection.

The buffet table is huge and filled to the brim with delicacies and foods you've never before seen. You're slightly overwhelmed at the choice, not sure what you should try and what you should ignore.

But then something catches your eye. Correction: someone.

A little ways across the table, a man stands holding some sort of half-eaten tart, his piercing green eyes set on you. Although, he doesn't look at you in a way that suggests he means harm; it's more of a soft look. You offer him a smile and continue searching the table, attempting to find something that looks tasty.

Your eyes - for some reason - land on the man again, your cheeks heating up at the realisation he's still looking right back at you. He points to his tart then brings a hand to his mouth, making the motion of a chef's kiss. You can't help the grin that plasters itself on your face.

Scanning the table once more, you spot something that looks rather like the pastry he's holding. You lift it up, point at it and tilt your head slightly, silently asking if it's the right one. He nods.

You take a bite, your eyes widening at how tasty it is. It's sweet, but not so sweet that it's sickly. The pastry is buttery and flaky and perfect in every way. The man grins as you nod in agreement.

The music stops and everyone starts to clap; you quickly finish the pastry and join in, listening to someone announcing the next dance. In your distracted state of trying to peer over the heads of way too many people to see if anything interesting has happened, you lose sight of the man.

You turn around, searching for him; perhaps he hasn't gone far. Perhaps, if you find him, you could talk to him properly. Or perhaps he's gone to dance with his partner. You sigh, but jump when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Apologies, I did not intend to scare you, my lady," Your eyes meet with the piercing green ones you'd been searching for, his thin lips curved into a soft smile. He wears a plain, black, satin mask and green robes decorated with gold. His hair is long and midnight black; you can't see his face but you're already swept away at how stunning he is.

"Do not fret, I was merely distracted," You smile. "Oh, and thank you for the recommendation. It really was delicious,"

"It's no problem at all, they just so happen to be my favourite,"

The announcer once more signals the end of the dance and the beginning of a new one, inviting people to the centre of the ballroom.

The man grins, holding out a single hand and bowing slightly. "Would you care to have this dance, my lady?"

Your stomach flips and your heart flutters as you slide your hand hesitantly into his. His hold is gentle as he leads you to the centre of the ballroom, sliding his arm around your waist.

The music begins and you're whisked around the ballroom, your skirt swirling around your ankles and your body pressed flush against his. You seem to lose track of your surroundings as you step in time to the music, falling head over heels into his beautiful green eyes.

His moves are graceful yet precise, his grip firm as he sweeps you to the floor and back up to your feet. Your breath comes in short, quiet, unbelieving gasps, a smile seeming to be permanently stuck to your face.

The dance finishes far too quickly for your liking, the last note of the music playing as you sweep into a final, deep curtsy. Applause erupts around you, bringing you back to reality as you stand and take the man's hand once more. He pulls you in close, whispering in your ear:

"How would you feel about going to the gardens?"

He pulls away as you murmur: "I'd like that,"

He smiles and pulls you from the ballroom, weaving through the crowd and taking you into the moonlit gardens. 

As soon as you come to a stop, a single note of laughter falls from your lips. "That was the best thing I've ever done, thank you,"

"No, thank you, my lady. It truly was wonderful," He replies, his hand still clutching yours.

You smile at each other for a moment, butterfly wings tickling your insides.

"Say, I never caught your name," He acknowledges, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

"Well, would that not defeat the point of a masquerade?" You answer, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn from his gesture. "But, if you must know, it's Y/n,"

"Y/n... a pretty name for a pretty woman. I am Loki, it's lovely to meet you,"

"And you also, Loki,"

He reaches up and brushes a hair behind your ear. He cups your cheek and leans in, stopping only a breath away from your face.

"May I?" He murmurs.

"You may,"

At your words, he finally closes the gap, pressing the sweetest of kisses to your lips. Just like the dance, it ends much too soon.

His demeanour seems to change as his eyes land on something behind you. You turn around to see a muscular man with blonde hair beckoning him over.

"I fear I must go," He sighs, seeming to sag. "Though I wish to never leave you,"

You smile, brushing a hand across his face. "It's alright. Go, we shall see each other again,"

Loki takes a breath, looking between you and the man before his face lights up. "Do you know of Stargazing Hill?"

"Of course,"

"May I meet you there tomorrow at sundown?"

Your grin grows wider - if that is even possible. "I'd love that,"

"Me too," He chuckles softly.

"But no masks, alright?"

Loki nods. "I look forward to seeing you fully, my beautiful lady."

[gouraminnow]

How do you think the baby harpy would do with the Straw Hat Pirates

Birds of a Feather <-Fic this ask is referencing, Marco adopts a harpy

Heehee I'm kinda surprised how many people like this OC, I didn't think she'd be as popular as she is. Thank you!

Honestly? Probably not as well. Adjustment would be harder. She only latched onto Marco bc she thought he was another harpy. Anyone she's certain is human probably wouldn't be approached.

She's also way out in the snowy wilderness. It's a big hike for anyone without wings, though Nami and Robin might be interested enough to go looking. Sanji would follow. Chopper too, maybe, the cold weather and heavy snow aren't gonna bother a reindeer. Zoro gets lost. Lol. Lmao.

Robin and Nami have the best chances of luring Wes(the harpy) closer, but she might approach Chopper directly out of curiosity if he's in his normal form. From there, maybe Nami takes interest, she's the one who insists on rescuing the kids during the Punk Hazard arc after all. Robin is most likely to already be familiar with Harpy lore.

In terms of how she gets along with each crew member...

Luffy scares her at first. Really freaks her out. He's loud and energetic and gets in people's faces and she does NOT know how to deal with that. Neither of them understand each other and there's a good chance he'd keep prodding at her bc he's curious. Might think her distressed noises are funny- puffing up really big and making high-pitched squeaking sounds until someone(probably Nami) smacks him upside the head about it. From there, he's good, Luffy is emotionally intelligent this is just a weird species he's never encountered before. He's more of a bug guy than a bird guy. After she adjusts, they're buddies, happy to rough-house and take turns chasing/being chased. Wants to try and perch on the figurehead with him. WILL wrestle him over meat, and Sanji insists Luffy is being a bad influence.

Zoro, in canon, is good with kids. Thinking of his introduction and that bit in Water 7 where he's roped into baby sitting duty lol. He would probably intimidate her at first, but I can see her kinda. Gravitating toward him once she's comfortable. One day nobody sees her for awhile, and everyone starts getting worried until somebody checks the crow's nest and she's perching on the bar of his weights while he lifts, chirping and twittering. He'll grunt and go "woah... really?" "uh-huh" etc. the way some people do in response to baby babbling.

Nami adores her. She's a stern but loving big sister, another who says Luffy is a bad influence. Luffy whines when Nami lets her get away with something he'd be smacked for, and Nami yells that acting like a baby doesn't make him one. Peels tangerines for her, teaches her how to care for the trees... gets her a set of her own drawing utensils when she finds her going through her cartography supplies. Buys cute little outfits for her. Wouldn't be able to teach her to fly directly, but Wes will grow to be very knowledgeable regarding how weather affects flight because of her influence. Nami originally wants to find another place for her to stay. She doesn't think their dangerous life is fit for a kid. But... there aren't many safe places to leave her, and everyone's attached now so...

Usopp thinks she's great! He's another she ends up enjoying goofing off with, sometimes scaring him deliberately when she realizes how much of a scaredy cat he is. She learns that she can get him to squawk by hiding in cabinets and jumping out at him. He draws with her, build her a new fishing rod, and tells her stories. There's an "incident" when they first find her, before they realize how little of their language they understand- Usopp spends around half an hour crafting an epic yarn for her, full of embellished twists and turns. She watches attentively, eyes following his hands as he gesticulates wildly. When he's finally finished, she just blinks slowly and wanders off. Poor guy deflates a little bit. But she'll understand him eventually, it's okay.

Sanji is kind of like those jokes about parents who don't want a cat but end up adoring it. He thinks they should find someplace else for her, somewhere less dangerous- but finding her drawings about what happened coupled with the reveal of her being malnourished under her feathers... well, if someone's hungry, he feeds them and that's that. Seeing her snap up his cooking in a flash softens him up pretty fast, as does watching her grow healthier and less timid. Verbally explains all his steps while cooking if she's in there with him.

Chopper is her cold-weather bestie and the one she trusts the most at the beginning, solely because he isn't human. Lets her watch him tend to other crewmates so she gets used to the idea that they're safe. Changing forms startles her at first, but quickly grows to like his more deer-like form because she can ride him while he prances around deck. She hangs off of him when they're playing tag because he's faster, but when she grows up they swap- she learns to fly while carrying his littlest form.

Robin is a very calming presence, and one she warms up to quickly because she doesn't pressure the kid into interacting- opting to sit in place reading while Wes curiously putters about. She's the first human crewmate she voluntarily snuggles up with- yes the others would be jealous. The most likely to be familiar with harpy lore, curious to see how she grows. Tied with Usopp at bedtime stories. Uses her ability to preen the kid's feathers more efficiently- chuckling when she melts into the countless hands.

Franky is another one who would freak her out, at first. Yeah he's friendly and encouraging but he's very loud about it, and she doesn't understand him yet anyway. So to her this huge guy keeps screaming and swinging his big hands around. Warms up to him quick though, and joins others in trying to copy his silly pose. He straight up bawls over her backstory though, and wants to spoil her rotten. Lets her try to preen his ridiculous hairstyles, and tries to give her cola. Sometimes he'll open up his abdomen hatch and instead of the cola people expect to see, she's stuffed herself in there. This iconic shitpost is Franky @ Wes:

Brook scares her too, but not for long. Lots of harpy mythology mentions that they enjoy singing, so I'm just gonna say that as soon as he starts playing she's curious enough to approach. He's very giddy about this, encouraging to chirp along to his music, and teaching her to sing once she gets better at speaking. Loves seeing her prance around to his songs. Much more hesitant to let her try to preen his hair than Franky is- even MORE hesitant about letting her gnaw on him. Unfortunately for Brook, he's like a walking cuttlebone to her... big calcium deposit...

[jolalibrary]

Hello lovely human!

since i am a part of mostly GhostXHelen, for #mmvalentinesevent i was wondering if i could request Simon and Helen but them at home having a good time in his big bed in Manchester that she loves so much? You might remember me from the previous ask when i asked if we would ever get that so... i was wondering if this would be a good opportunity to request it :') i fell into the domestic hole with the rest of people here it seems and i can't help myself, but if you rather not then it's totally okay ^w^

of course! i’m going to answer this more as bullet points — just because it’s more rambling thoughts than a plot, hope that’s okay ☺️

simon ghost riley x f!reader (helen!reader)

fluffy headcanons re: his super king bed

the first time he invites her to stay, he shows her where to put her bag. her body coming to a halt at the sight of it. because outside of plush hotel rooms, she’s never seen one that size. her eyes widening towards him, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his head. because simon owns a super king bed and has kept it a secret. it’s plush, the bedsheets as expensive as the mattress. there’s more pillows than she thought he’d own.

“you tested it out, the mattress?” “i’ve slept in it.” “but, have you tested it?” “no, helen. i’ve not fucked someone in my bed.”

they change that. over and over again. her muscles sagging into the mattress after her shower, damp hair against his pillows.

“it’s a nice bed.” “most expensive thing i’ve ever bought.”

she could believe it. the rest of his place minimal, not to the highest spec. his television in his living room good enough, but not the best. no console or gadgets, no expensive leather sofa, but a worn fabric one she suspects he’s always owned. but his bed…

he’d later tell her it’s all he wanted when he got off the plane. that if he wasn’t fighting for something, he wanted to be sleeping in something good. something which wouldn’t be willing to let him go with ease.

helen sleeps in more than he does. her body clock adjusting the moment her skin meets british air—his mattress has something to do with it. it hugging her, making all of the aches and pains feel less.

mostly, she can stretch out. even when he’s next to her. the space between them large, expansive. so when her leg stretches out as sleep lessens it’s hold, she’s not surprised she doesn’t brush against him. her arm able to fully extend, it taking a second for her lashes to lift, to see his side empty.

she almost rises, almost gets up to go find him. seek out coffee and something to eat, but it’s just so nice to not have anywhere pressing to be. to not feel the uncomfortableness of a cot or the springs of her base bed. the sheets soft, comfortable—fucking expensive. the pillows full of feathers…

so she doesn’t, she turns her head to the cold side, eyes growing heavy, and she lets sleep take her.

“i think you’re only with me for my bed.” “what gave you that idea,” she winks.

he’s used to waking up to space, but he’s not used to waking up to space and her. her face turned towards him on the pillow, peace etched into her features—his muscles relaxing at the sight of her.

since he was little, he’s never been able to fall back asleep once he’s awake. it takes hours, most of the day, before he could feel tired again. if she weren’t here, he’d get up, exercise, stretch—drink cups of coffee like they’re water.

instead, he slides across the mattress, feeling her warmth enveloping around him. she doesn’t even stir when he brushes his fingers over her cheek. but her leg does slide over his, the softest murmur leaving her lips. he doesn’t want to wake her, just wants to feel her—show himself the evidence that she’s really here.

his head lying back down on the pillow, palm pressed against her cheek as his thumbs draws the laziest lines. his eyes slowly closing, feeling sleep sliding it’s fingers over him, taking him back under. the softest smile on his face as he does.

[yumikk101]

Blueprints of the Heart Part 4

Featuring: Kaveh×Reader/rivals to lovers/fluff

The atmosphere between you shifted; the air, once heavy with tension, now felt lighter, charged with something unspoken yet thrilling. Kaveh let out a long sigh, raking a hand through his golden hair, clearly relieved to have finally voiced the storm of emotions he had kept hidden for so long. You could feel his guard lowering, just a fraction, in a way you’d rarely seen before

A small laugh bubbled up from your chest. “I never thought I’d see the day when the Kaveh would actually admit he’s envious of me,” you teased, trying to break the lingering tension with some humor. “I was starting to think you were infallible”

He gave you a wry smile, the corner of his mouth lifting in that endearingly cocky way that always got under your skin. “Oh, don’t let it go to your head. I’m still leagues ahead of you when it comes to architectural theory,” he shot back with a playful glint in his eyes

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer until the tips of your shoes nearly touched his. “Yeah? Last I checked, the genius of the Academia had trouble even balancing his budget. Who was it that you asked for help drafting plans last week, hmm?”

Kaveh let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back as if your words were a mortal wound. “Okay, okay, you win this round,” he conceded, though the warmth in his gaze never wavered. “But don’t get used to it. I’m only letting you have this victory because I’m feeling generous tonight”

You both laughed, and the sound echoed gently in the quiet night, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves. The stars above seemed to shine just a bit brighter, as if nature itself were leaning in to listen to the two of you banter. For a moment, it felt as though time had stopped, the world narrowing to just the two of you

But then, Kaveh’s laughter faded, his expression softening into something far more tender. His gaze lingered on your face as though he were memorizing every detail. “You know,” he said quietly, “I might joke about being leagues ahead, but the truth is... I’ve always admired you”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. “Admired me? That’s rich, coming from someone who never misses a chance to criticize my work"

Kaveh’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, a rare vulnerability breaking through his usual confident demeanor. “You’re right, I have been hard on you,” he admitted, voice softer now. “But only because... well, maybe I was trying to convince myself that I was better, that I didn’t have to worry about someone like you catching up”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, but before you could respond, he reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a moment too long, his touch feather-light but sending sparks down your spine

“I’ve been an idiot,” he continued, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “All this time, I was so wrapped up in trying to outdo you, trying to prove I was better... when really, all I ever wanted was to be close to you”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Kaveh, I—”

“Let me finish,” he interjected softly, taking a step closer. His gaze was so intense that it felt like he was seeing straight into your soul. “You drive me crazy, you know that? You challenge me in ways no one else ever has. Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me again. And it’s... maddening. But also... exhilarating”

You stared at him, your breath caught in your throat. The vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty you’d never seen before, made your chest tighten. Kaveh had always been your rival, the one you were supposed to surpass, but now... now it felt like he was offering you something infinitely more precious

“You’re so stubborn,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Always trying to prove yourself... when you don’t need to. Not to me”

A soft smile curved his lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that boyish way that made your heart flutter. “I guess... what I’m trying to say is...” He took a deep breath, his voice almost a whisper. “I’m done pretending that this is just rivalry. I’m done hiding how I feel”

Your eyes widened, but before you could react, Kaveh leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours. The world seemed to pause, the air thick with anticipation

“I’m in love with you,” he confessed, his voice barely audible, like he was afraid saying it any louder might break the moment. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I was too stubborn to admit it—to myself, let alone to you”

You felt your heart swell at his words, warmth spreading through your chest like a sunrise after a long, cold night. “You... idiot,” you whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of disbelief and joy. “You think you’re the only one who’s been hiding feelings?”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Wait... you mean...?”

“Yes, you dense genius,” you laughed, tears of relief pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I’ve loved you, too. Through all the banter, the arguments... every time you challenged me, every time you drove me up the wall. I think... I’ve loved you for longer than I even realized”

A grin broke out on Kaveh’s face, one so radiant it felt like the stars themselves had dimmed in comparison. Without another word, he closed the gap between you, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate

For a moment, everything else faded away—the pressures of your careers, the debts, the rivalry that had once defined you both. All that existed was the warmth of Kaveh’s lips on yours, the feel of his heartbeat pounding against your chest as if it had been waiting for this moment all along

When you finally pulled back, breathless and dazed, Kaveh rested his forehead against yours, a soft, contented smile curving his lips. “So... rivals to lovers, huh?” he teased, his voice a playful whisper

You couldn’t help but laugh, brushing your nose against his. “Yeah, well... I guess we’re both a little stubborn like that”

“Good,” he murmured, his eyes shining with a mix of mischief and adoration. “Because I don’t plan on letting you go. Not now, not ever”

[i-dared-myself]

Protection Coming From The Woods

In which an angel meets his soulmate

18+

You blink at the man sprawled across the forest floor, limbs out at different angles. His blond hair is on the longer side, and he has a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

A pair of massive wings stick out from his back, grey feathers drooping onto the dirt. You rub at your eyes to check that you’re not imagining things.

“Hello?” you eventually say. You look around for a stick to poke him with. “You alive?”

He doesn’t respond.

You manage to locate a stick, although it’s more of a log, and attempt to heave it over to him. It’s a lot heavier than you can lift, so you settle for a twig barely longer than your index finger.

You use it warily, leaning as far away from him as you can whilst still in stick-reach. The branch brushes his shoulder and he stirs.

You flinch back with a shriek.

“Oh my- You’re alive!” You press a hand to your pounding chest. “I don’t know why I would have preferred you dead, but… It’s because the government’s gonna find me, isn’t it?”

He lifts his head, leaves clinging to his hair. “W- What?”

“They’re gonna dissect you, and they’re gonna interrogate me.” You’re hyperventilating now. “Shoot! This is so bad- I’m gonna- We’re gonna-“

“Who are you?” he asks, eyes locked on you as you panic. “How did I get here?”

“Please tell me you’re a cosplayer,” you beg. “I can’t deal with this!”

He slowly stands. He wobbles and his wings are still dragging on the ground, but he stands. 

“I don’t understand.” He frowns and looks down at himself. “I feel so… Who are you?”

You tug at your hair. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you need mental support right now, but this is horrendous. The government is gonna lock me away forever!”

His eyes narrow a fraction. “No, they won’t. Because you’ll take me with you, and I’ll keep you safe.”

“What?” You gape at him in shock. “Why would you do that?”

“You can’t feel it?” He traces a hand down his chest. “The connection? The bond between us? It’s calling to me.”

“You’re crazy.” You shake your head and back away. “I found a crazy man in the woods and he’s going to murder me.”

“No!” he insists, holding out his hands in a calming motion. “This happens sometimes! Sometimes an angel is chosen to protect someone!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. “All I wanted was a quiet walk! I wanted some fresh air!”

“What’s your name? I’m Felix.” He smiles brightly, nose scrunching up. “And I’ll protect you, so don’t worry.”

You tell him your name with a heavy sigh, giving up on any hope as he walks to your side. One of his wings goes out to shield you.

“I don’t see what I need protecting against,” you weakly say. Your mind is still reeling. There’s a winged man standing next to you.

“Neither do I, but there must be something if I’m here with you.” Felix squints at you. “Any vengeful relatives?”

“No,” you reply.

“Father in the mafia?” 

You shake your head. “No.”

“Mother in the mafia?” Felix tries next.

“Really not. She volunteers at a rescue shelter.” You start to walk back to the parking lot. You hear Felix rushing to follow, leaves crunching under him.

Somehow you are able to smuggle him into your car, putting him in the backseats. There was no way he would fit in the front with you.

The elevator ride up to your apartment is harrowing, narrowly avoiding the old lady a couple doors down. You and Felix duck behind a wall and he giggles quietly until she leaves.

“Shut up!” You smack his shoulder as you both sprint to your door. You unlock it quickly and shove Felix inside first.

Felix watches you shut the door, raising his eyebrows. “This is quite the place you have.”

You look around your home, frowning slightly. “I know it’s not much, but it’s good enough for me.”

“No, I like it!” he promises. “It’s very you. Your things really prove that this is your house with your style.”

You smile softly and brush your hand over his cheek fondly as you pass. “Thanks, Felix.

Felix freezes, entire body tensing in place.

“Felix?” you warily ask. “What’s wrong?”

He stares down at you, pupils wide. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Felix?” You take a step back as his fists clench and unclench. When he tugs at his hair and gets closer to you, you continue backwards.

“I don’t-“ He rubs at his face and groans. “Oh, this is bad.”

“Just tell me what’s happening!” you exclaim. “Felix!”

He curls into a ball, wings wrapped around himself. “I need you to listen to me very carefully-“

“Holy shit do you have a bomb strapped to your chest?” you hiss under your breath, scrambling away. You trip backwards over a wayward slipper and let out a cry as you fall.

Felix crawls atop you, thighs on either side of your waist. His mouth is parted as his breaths come out ragged.

“So my friend Hyunjin was tired of me being lonely, and because he’s what you would call a Cupid he decided to find me a soulmate,” Felix rambles. He pauses to swallow, throat flexing. “And- And I guess it’s you, and he teamed up with Changbin and Minho to send me here and-“

“Soulmates?” You blink at him. “Felix, you sound crazy. Actually this whole thing is insane so I guess I’ll believe you.”

“And if you tell me you don’t want this I promise I’ll go and leave you alone but once you meet your soulmate it’s pretty much that-“ Words are tumbling out of Felix’s mouth almost too fast for you to track. “And I’m so sorry for involving you in this but Hyunjin is a little-“

“Who are these people?” You glance to make sure that the door is shut.

Felix presses his entire body to yours, mouth above yours. His hips gently rock against you and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Please? Please, please, please. But if you don’t want to I’ll leave right now and you’ll never see me again and-“

“Felix.” It seems like that thousandth time you’ve said his name, yet this time it sounds different. The word is heavy and lingers in the air.

His pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. “So…”

“Fuck me and then we can go deal with this friend of yours.” You stroke his hair soothingly, tucking some of it behind his ear.

“Gonna be so good,” he murmurs as he pulls his shirt off over his head. You have no idea how he manages it with the wings sticking out of his back, but then he’s reaching for his pants next.

“Yeah?” You hum as you settle back. He peels your sweater off before you kick your legs to help discard your pants and underwear. “Gonna treat me good?”

Felix places his hands on your inner thighs and brings his mouth down on yours. His lips move desperately as he tilts his head against you.

“Felix,” you urge, “just do it already.”

He ruts his hips at your pleading tone, squeezing his eyes shut. “Right. Yeah.”

“Do we need protection or…” You gesture unsurely at him. You’re still not entirely sure what he is.

“Not sure,” Felix mumbles as he buries his face between your legs. His tongue swipes over you and you both moan. “Don’t wanna, though.”

“What?” You clutch at his hair as he eats you out. “Felix- What does that mean?”

“Means I don’t wanna.” He lifts his head enough to look you in the eyes. “I’ll fill you up and everyone will know you’re mine and if Hyunjin says anything I’ll tell him to fuck off, for you.”

“I’m… flattered I think.” You struggle to form words as he plunges a finger into you as well. “But why would he say anything? Why would he know?”

“He knows about these things,” Felix responds simply, to your frustration. “And I would rather not talk about him right now as I fuck the love of my life.”

“I guess you can come cum inside me then. I’m on the pill anyways, but I wasn’t sure it would work with you.” Your hips rock up before you know it when his tongue curls around your clit. “Felix, I’m so close I-“

He adds a second finger, and that’s what makes the pleasure overwhelming. Your back arches as you orgasm, Felix working you through it.

“I’m about to fuck you right now, and I really want you to say that you want this,” Felix seriously says as he nudges his cock against your entrance. “How are you feeling, love?”

“I want this.” You spread your legs wider for him.

Felix throws his head back in relief as he finally sinks into you. His wings flare out as he groans. The stretch is intense, and he waits a minute for you to adjust.

You tap his arm. “I’m good now. Fuck me good and fill me up.”

His hips seem to thrust of their own accord at that. Felix shudders and a bead of sweat drips down his neck.

“I’ll be so good,” Felix whispers against your mouth as he rocks his cock in and out of you. “Everyone will know you’re mine and I’ll protect you forever.”

You reach for your clit, but he shoos your hand away to circle the bud himself. He coos gently at you as you get closer to the edge again.

“Mine, mine, mine.” Felix’s nose runs down your collarbone. His tongue slides down your skin before his teeth nick at you. 

“Felix!” you yelp as a particularly harsh thrust drives your own hips into the hardwood floor. “Careful!”

“Shh, I know,” he shushes lovingly with that deep voice of his. His wing stretches out to drag a pillow within arms-reach so he can tuck it beneath you. “Is that better?”

“Mhm.” Your hands shoot out to claw at his shoulders. “I’m so close, please!”

“Me too.” Felix’s rhythm is becoming less steady. He applies more pressure to your clit until you’re cumming again, and that pushes him over the edge as well.

He groans as he spills deep into you, his sweat-slicked body falling to yours. He pants softly as he pulls out of you.

“I love you.” He presses kisses to your knuckles. “I don’t care if it’s too soon or if it’s the sex talking, but I love you. Hyunjin was right to pick you for me.”

Felix looks upward with a pleasant smile that makes his freckles scrunch up. “Give Jeongin his money, Hyunjin.”

“What?” Your jaw drops. “Were they watching this whole time?”

“No, Chan wouldn’t let that happen,” Felix hurriedly assures you. “But they get the gist of what happened.”

“When I meet this Hyunjin I’m either gonna punch him or thank him.” You sigh.

“I’m going to thank him,” Felix brightly says, gazing at you fondly.

[dilfdemolisher]

Let The Light in - Part 1

Chapter Summery - You have a discussion about your future patrolling with Tommy and meet your new patrol partner

Content - Mentions of canon typical violence, very brief mentions of suicide, recalling someone’s death, emotionally constipated reader<3, not proofread so probably spelling errors, shitty writing, use of ‘—‘ indicates timeskip, it’s either specified or not but use context clues to figure it idk, reader is not given any physical description and if I accidentally did please let me know I want to make my writing as including as possible, no use of yn but is called “hun” once.

Word Count - 2.6k

Jackson, the wonderful peaceful town, one that seems too good to be true. Nothing like your life for the past 20 years, filled with blood, havoc and destruction. A town you yourself have a hard time believing isn't a figment of your imagination, that maybe the knife wound you survived months ago really took you out and now your body’s rotting somewhere while your mind conjures a reality to help you find peace.

Or maybe you really did stumble upon Jackson a few months ago and you're lying in bed, covered in a warm feather duvet that the older women on your street had made you as a welcoming gift, only for a few weeks later for her to pass away in her bed. A death that is merciful and natural. Not one by getting ripped apart by infected, or shot through the skull by raiders, or even yourself. It was bizarre to see somebody live their full life, something not many achieve.

Yet that may be your fate, it's bold to assume that you will be able to spend the rest of your life here, whether you don't because you are exiled or it all comes crumbling down from raiders, infected, God knows what. But it's nice to think, not for too long though because your alarm is blaring in your fucking ear.

Yup this is definitely real

You rub your eyes and arch your back to stretch your spine out and groan, trying not to let the comfort of your pillow persuade you into spending the day in bed and leaving your duties unfulfilled. After sitting up and pushing the button on your alarm clock you start your morning tasks; brushing your hair and teeth, getting dressed and drinking a glass of water to remove the sticky feeling in your mouth that developed overnight.

You gather what you need for your patrol with Tommy, a man who welcomed you into this town (not before pointing a gun to your head first though) with a fair amount of kindness. More than you expected considering you were the one wandering their territory after specific warnings not to by the older couple you'd encountered several miles back.

Tying up your boots before slinging your backpack over your shoulder and stepping outside. The cold early morning summer air blankets you as you walk towards the gates to meet Tommy as you do twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays and your third patrol of the week you do with Jake on Saturday, despite your distaste for him which wouldn’t exist if he could pull his weight better instead of leaving you to do all of your heavy lifting; so you much prefer your patrols with Tommy, whom you see small-talking a guard while waiting for your arrival.

“Hey there thought you weren't coming.” He says with an unserious manner and a grin. “God I fuckin’ wish” You say deadpan, Tommy responding with a chuckle.

“Everything all good? I'm ready to head out.” You ask.

“Yup.” he states, handing you your rifle that you once regularly hauled around before being accepted into the community. “Thanks.” You say before being stopped by the sight of Dave, the man who primarily runs the stables bringing two horses to you.

“Hey guys.” The older man says to formally announce his presence, handing the respected leads to you. “Ah thanks bud you didn't have to bring ‘em for us” Says Tommy. “Well I was up, and if I wait around in this weather for too long my joints get stiff.” He says, shaking his head in discomfort.

“Oh? The old man got sore old man joints? Who woulda’ guessed?” Tommy says looking up at him and down playfully with a smile

“Oh fuck off you’re not too far behind me are ya, just wait till your kiddo starts crawlin’, your be looking just like me.” He smirks. “Oh tell me about it, Marias been counting the greys in my hair lately as a ‘calming activity’ she says it is before bed.”

“Oh trust me I know all about getting greys look at me” He laughs before continuing. “Well, I don't wanna keep you much longer, you still coming to the stables later hun?” He looks towards you.

“Uh-huh, sorry I wasn't there last night. I just got a bit caught up in some housework” You apologise.

“Don't worry about it, not tryna hound you were just wondering 'cause Ellie came around after dinner asking for Ya.”

Oh shit, you were supposed to meet her there. Fuck.

“Oh yeah- I- I'll tell her I'm sorry it completely slipped my mind”. You speak a bit mumbled while shuffling your feet in the small patches of weeds that you stand on.

With silence in the air after your sentence Dave walks away with a smile, leaving you and Tommy to mount your horses and head out.

————

“Bit of a chilly morning today huh?” Tommy declares, breaking the silence that's held you between for the first few minutes since you stepped out of the gates.

“It is, can't say I’m complaining though. This summer's heat has been kicking my ass.” You laugh. “Thank God for the running water y'all got because I sure as hell don't miss being all gross and sweaty from the heat.”

Tommy lets out a light chuckle in response then stays silent, uncharacteristically so. You take a glance towards him, he's looking at his horse's hooves with a solemn look on his face, watching as it takes each step forward and leaves a print in the grass as he walks.

“What?” You say. Tommy brings his head toward you. “Are you planning on bringing me out here and dumping me or something?” You joke attempting to lighten the mood but he still stays silent before he takes a deep breath. “I recognize that you do a lot, I do I-” He communicates before clearly trying to get his words in order. “Marias have been swamped lately, between taking care of the baby and helping manage the community”. He takes another breath before continuing. “What I'm tryna’ say is I'm not gonna be on patrols for the next few weeks to help Maria around.”

Oh, That’s not what you were expecting.

Tommy looks at you while you continue to stare at him in surprise so he takes your lack of verbal response as a cue to continue.

“My brother Joel, y’know the one who stopped in for a bit with Ellie this winter?” He continues to stare back at you in hopes of a response, but you just give him a hum and look forward toward the end of the trail you're reaching. “We’ve been talking about a job for him to do now that he and Ellie are all settled in and we agreed that patrols would be best for… his type of skill set.” He says while ending his sentence with a pause.

“So I’m gonna be patrolling with him, is what you're saying?” You ask, looking towards him.

“Yeah-I uh am. I trust you, you're one of our best and I don't worry ‘bout ya out there. My brother can take care of himself but I like to know he's with someone he doesn't have to supervise.” Tommy admits. “Plus I hope he won't be as much of a dick to yuh, 'cause you're a girl y’know? No offence.” He stutters out, attempting to backtrack.

“Um, none taken. I get what you're saying” You say a bit awkwardly, staying mute for a moment while trying to formulate your next sentence. “So when, this Thursday?” You ask, staying professional. At the end of the day, this is a job and despite Tommy and Maria's insistence on getting comfortable here, you remain stubborn in your ways. It is not easy for you to forget the strenuous life you had been living, at least not yet, you'll still keep your guard high.

Tommy's face morphs into an amalgamation of confusion. “Is that all?” He asks.

“I don't think it's my place to complain about my coworkers, and what am I gonna say Tommy” You huff. “No don't help your wife and child keep, doing patrols with me and tell your brother to go fuck yourself?”

“Well I fucking hope not.” Tommy says with a glare, clearly offended by the sudden spike in your attitude. “You sure seem to have an issue though.”

To be fair, you did come across as a bit harsh. Tommy looks at you a moment longer, probably waiting for a continuation of your apology that wasn't coming. “Alright then.” He grunts and kicks the side of his horse faster, bringing the animal to trot and walking in front of you, keeping physical distance between the two of you.

You’re not sure if you should make a formal apology to Tommy or stay silent, Tommy’s a fairly confrontational man but you know you couldn't give the apology that's warranted even if you tried. So staying as silent as possible for the rest of your patrol it is.

————

“Ellie?” You yell entering the stable, hay scrambling around your boots as you walk further looking for the girl.

“Back here!” You hear her voice yell from the back of the stable. You already know that she’s with her favourite horse Shimmer, despite her insistence that she doesn’t pick favourites her actions heavily contradict that.

“Shocker you're with your favourite.” You speak as you come into her view. “Shocker you didn't forget about me again.” She bites.

You raise your hands in surrender. “Fair enough I deserve that.” You admit. “I meant to apologise to you yesterday after my shift with Tommy but I felt a bit weird knocking on your now ya’know?”

“Why would you feel weird?” She inquires, to your surprise her demeanour wasn't accusatory, but confused.

“I'm going patrol with Joel tomorrow? I just figured meeting him for the first time whilst apologising to you wouldn't be the best impression when my life's gonna be in his hands tomorrow.” You answer.

“You’re going on patrol with Joel tomorrow?!” She exclaims. You’d been wrong about your assumption that she'd already known.

“Yeah we are.” You confess a bit awkwardly. “I figured he told you already.”

“No he hadn’t.” She says with a smirk. “I hope you two don’t kill each other.” Grinning even more with the added statement. Now you're the one to be confused, unsure of the meaning behind her sentence.

“You guys would just like, totally butt heads is all.” She clarifies with a smile still sitting on her face. “But no he didn't tell me, he doesn't tell me shit ever actually.”

“Oh… well do you think Shimmer needs any brushing?”

Ellie giggles at your obvious deflection from the conversation. “Sure I guess.” She says, not pressing you further on the matter. In all fairness you're not sure what else she could ask, that's about the extent of it all.

Just that you're going on patrol with Joel tomorrow.

————

“Hi.” You say pulling your hand out, waiting for it to be shaken.

“Hey, I'm Joel.” He says pulling his own hand out of its pocket and shaking yours.

“I’d introduce myself but I'm sure Tommy told you and gave you the rundown.” You say with a bit of a nervous chuckle tailing it.

“Oh-uh yeah, he has.” He says “My Ellie told me a bit ‘bout you too, she says you showed her how to pick out the horse's hooves?” He asks a bit awkwardly, but you can't be upset when you yourself have yet to master the polite small talk that's needed in a community like Jackson.

“Um yeah I did. I help around the stables a bit, I like horses.” You say matter-of-factly. “Sometimes I help around with the dogs too, but that's usually just meal prepping for them.”

“Oh yeah. I've seen dogs that eat as good as those guys but I guess kibble ain't available huh.” He says, referencing their diet of fresh meat and produce.

“Yeah not really.” You quip.

You both look at eachother, standing parallel, both with hands back in your pockets. You rock back and forth on your feet before speaking again. “Well uh- are you ready to hit the road.” You say, clearing your throat near the end.

“Yeah for sure I’ll grab the horses for us.” He raises his hand and points with his thumb toward the stables.

“Okay.” You nod, watching him as he walks away.

————

The ride to the power plant was silent, it didn't need much communication considering your jobs were fairly simple. The only mind Joel paid to you was the occasional glance he'd steal at you, probably from being uncomfortable and wary in your presence.

You ride side by side about a few thousand yards away from your destination, you embrace the ambiance and ride in comfortable silence while scanning your surroundings for any signs of trouble, while rounding the bended trail, you spot a pair of infected crouched over an object to your right.

“Joel.” You say just quiet enough for him to hear, more quiet than necessary. You’re sure that they wouldn’t be able to hear your call to Joel over their growling and the rustling of their frenzied movements still, you nod your head towards the sight of the infected as he takes a look.

“Stay here.” He grumbles while dismantling off his horse.

“No.” You get off your horse as well tying her next to the tree that Joel’s started a knot around for his horse. You see his glare at your face through your peripheral vision. “What?”

His mouth turns into a frown, his eyebrows collapse down towards the centre of his face. The line on his forehead becomes much more prominent while giving you a look to kill before walking away. You follow him towards the infected and pull your machete from its sheath and see that Joel has pulled his hatchet out of his.

With a brief moment of eye contact and understanding between each other you both bring your horses into a fast trot, drawing your weapons and preparing for the bloodshed. You ride toward the two and can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline, this is what you are good at, what you are equipped for. You were in your element, you felt alive.

As you reach the infected you take charge, movements fluid and precise you take down the infected. Joel stays behind and watches, silently as you execute the infected, him the other.

The moment of intensity quickly dies down as the two of you stay still with heaving chests before the silence is broken by Joel.

“Let’s go”

[cebwrites]

CEVV I'm here to ask you per our convo the other day.....headcanons on cooking specialties/skills of the heart pirates? whichever ones you prefer ❤️ (bepo cooking lol)

a/n: EEEEEEE i get to break out the completely self-indulgent Hearts intro i did for this!! >:3= (also hi i didn't forget this or esp the kata hcs, writing brain just leaves for long periods of time and i have little say in it 😭😭)

Skills of the Heart Pirates (headcanons)

he/they law, various pronouns for other Heart members word count: 0.6k

Bepo my darling light, probably just as clumsy in the kitchen as his captain is... Bepo tries his best to help out when it's his turn to cook for the crew (along with a couple of other members) but a lot of the time he ends up bumping into things and becoming more of a hazard than a helping hand, everyone's only respite is that he isn't as fire prone as their captain is; Bepo is, however, great at washing the pots, pans, and in general the bigger cookware after meals

Penguin started out making little snacks for Shachi on Swallow Island because he'd spent a lot of time with his mom doing the the same at it brought some comfort to him - when Law and Bepo came along, it was mainly so that Penguin could make sure this weird kid who saved his life actually ate

The Tang doesn't have a designated chef in the same way that the Strawhats have Sanji, many members rotate in and out of the kitchen depending on the day but it's usually Dorie, Bas, and Laeno that are in there the most; Pengy still makes small things anyone can munch on throughout the day to keep their energy up or if someone just asks, though - it remains very much a comfort to cook for his loved ones

I vaguely remember a mention in the light novel that Shachi worked as a hairdresser and I 100% agree - it's super cute to imagine Shacchan cutting everyone's hair when it gets too long, helping crew members pick out new styles or looks for certain occasions, having a field day when it's time for Bepo's yearly molt lol, and all free of charge! It's mostly because he's doing this out of the kindness of his sweet little orca heart, but a small part is also because he gets to chat and gossip a lot with whoever it is he's working on

I'm not sure where I picked up the notion that Ikkaku was an engineer along my fandom journey, but I like the idea that it's her in charge of something super important like keeping the ship running, she also pops into the captain's office occasionally to refill their coffee and haul Law out to dinner <3

The Hearts are inked just like their captain - not necessarily all over like Law, but it's unlikely that you'd find someone without at least one tattoo be it big or small - and the one to turn to for that would be Hake! They're the artist responsible for all the work done on this crew, though they do tend to be a bit mingy about prices, you can usually get away with a decent discount by praising their work and fluffing up their feathers a bit (only works for long term crew members, terms and conditions apply)

Smaller hc time!

Uni and Clione are typically in charge when laundry day rolls around, with the latter yelling at his peers to stop goofing around with the freshly warm sheets before they get dirty again

Bepo, Dorie, Bas, and Jean Bart do a lot of heavy lifting when it's time to restock supplies, not that everyone else doesn't help out too, they just take pride in being the ones that everyone relies on the most for their size and strength in heavy lifting (it's also very amusing to see the 'small fry' squabble amongst themselves about who can lift the most)

Bookkeeping and crunching numbers is left to Hoki and Gul, when Gul isn't in the infirmary with Marl taking care of their injured since Law isn't present again

Fang (Hakugan) is really knowledgeable about foraging, he and Laeno will often go together to pick out wild game/herbs if the Tang docks at an island with lush flora and fauna

Since they spent a lot of time underwater though, the Heart Pirates end up eating a lot more seafood than anything on land, and the ones who bring home the bread there are Penguin, Shachi, and Ani

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 22: Fulsome

It was a beautiful day in Amaurot's central park. Hythlodaeus and Hades were in a grassy area nearby a pond, Hythlodaeus sitting on the grass while Hades paced.

"I believe you mentioned something about creating something, yet all I'm seeing you make is anxiety for yourself", Hythlodaeus quipped.

"Don't pressure me!" Hades snapped. "I need to ensure that the vision in my head is clear."

"There's really no pressure, Emet-Selch. Relax."

Hades growled to himself, then let out a sigh and lifted up a hand. "All right. Now, my vision is at hand, the aether is at my disposal, its purpose is clear.

Come to me, my creation!" He snapped his fingers.

Before the two of them appeared a bird with gray feathers, heavy eyebrow bones, large pupils, and a comically oversized beak hanging off of it. Hythlodaeus' jaw began to slowly lower itself as his mouth spread into a large smile, everything prepared for him to give the biggest laugh he has ever given.

"If you say...a word right now, I will end you", Hades seethed.

The poor lavender-haired man did everything in his power to hold back his laughter as he remarked, "It's-it's really quite good."

"Shut up."

"I mean it! The aether is the perfect amount for its purpose. The plumage looks nice and warm. The beak should be sufficient to keep lesser populations in check."

"The beak" Hades defended, "was smaller in my head. Much the same for the eyebrow bones."

"Come now, Emet-Selch...it's really quite..."

"Sorry I'm late", called Helios, the current Azem, as she ran to the two of them, "I was in the middle of--aw, who's this? It kind of looks like you, Hades."

Hythlodaeus fell into the grass and laughed so loudly, releasing all the pressure he built up trying to assure Hades of its validity.

"It does not!" Hades argued shrilly.

"Yes it does. Look at it- constantly furrowed brow, gray, looks like it's ready to accuse me of something. It's you to a tee!" Helios cooed.

"And it's gone!" The creature was struck with lightning and fell helplessly to the ground stunned before Emet-Selch returned the aether back to himself.

"That was yours?!" Helios exclaimed regretfully.

"Yes, and may no one ever see it again", Hades answered bitterly.

"Emet-Selch, be reasonable", Hythlodaeus tried to assure with a smile. "Few can create perfect concepts on the first try."

"And there's nothing wrong with it looking a bit like you."

Hades scowled. "Not with that description."

"It was a very handsome creature", Helios tried to appease him.

"Azem..."

"It was! Nice defined face, striking eyes, very intelligent."

"Come off it, Azem."

"Looked ready to help me. Seemed like a nice creature, albeit misunderstood."

"If I remake it, will that make this stop?"

"Yes."

Hades sighed. "Fine."

"Come sit with me, Azem", Hythlodaeus invited to a spot next to him with a pat on the grass. "This is a prime viewing spot."

"Well, far be it from me to skip out on live theater." Helios sauntered over next to Hythlodaeus and took her seat on the ground. Hades closed his eyes.

"All right, what's he doing?" Helios asked Hythlodaeus in hushed tones.

"If it's anything like before, right now, he's trying his best to picture what he wants come to life."

"Ok. What comes after that?"

"After that will be several fake attempts for him to create it only for him to go back to revision it."

"All right, and then?"

"He'll start pacing about as he overthinks what he's doing."

"Gotcha. Ooh, what's he doing now?"

"I believe he's coming over to yell at us."

"Oh."

Hades stomped towards them and lectured, "It is rude to be commenting on someone's creation process! I can hear you!"

"Our apologies. Please, return to your process, most eminent Emet-Selch. I await your creation with bated breath", Hythlodaeus bade.

Hades sighed exasperatedly and returned to what he was doing. He followed the process as Hythlodaeus outlined to Helios until finally, he snapped his fingers and a new creation was born yet again. Helios got up and rushed to it to kneel.

"Yay!" Helios cheered happily.

"I made its bill too big again", Hades complained, his face in a scowl, his arms folded, staring angrily into the ground.

"A big bill may very well serve its purpose, Hythlodaeus reminded him. "Actually...it looks bigger, does it not?"

"More akin to a shoe than a bill". Helios noted.

"Could be both."

Helios extended her left arm. "Do you like people? You can't be that alike to your creator", she teased. Hades rolled his eyes.

To her credit, the bird bonked the top of its head against her hand. "Ah-ha! Well, you're friendly, at least. That much is nice."

It brought its head back and stared upward to Helios, its imposing looks making Helios giggle. "Ah, you're a good bird", she complimented before returning to smiling and engaging in the staring contest it seemed to long for.

Hades tried to bring his dour eyes to the creature, but his look softened slowly. Helios was smiling brightly at the creature, engaging with it, complimenting it for some reason. Without him realizing it, his frown became a very slight smile. Hythlodaeus looked up and noticed it well, smiling to Hades as Hades smiled as Helios.

"Perhaps it's not so bad. I can't care for it in Elpis, but perhaps if I foist it upon a researcher, its concept can be studied further."

"I agree. I'll take it there for you, if you'd like", Helios offered.

"And let you slither out of work? I think not", Hades snarked.

[elysianightsss]

Lumberjack!Techno x reader

My wife has them

Warnings: NSFW hints, domestic moments.

“How many bunny?” Your lumberjack asks grabbing three packs of rice before you even got a chance to glance at the shopping list.

“You can’t just-“ you start but your boyfriend places a peck on your lips as he puts the food in the shopping cart.

“What’s the next item on the list?” He asks moving behind you his large hands on the handles either side of the cart, his colossal muscular form enclosing around your figure. Your eyes glance over the paper in your hands, but you know when you get so distracted by something you read the same thing over and over again.

Your were repeating the same word in your head ‘pasta’. That word sits in the back of your throat but you can’t quite get it to come out, not with the chapped plump lips of your man running across your neck. His thick fingers pulling down the material of your top to kiss your shoulder.

“Tec.” You squeal nudging him with your elbow while glancing around to see if anyone was looking your way. Not that it would matter if someone was, your expeditionist.

“Next item.” He hums inhaling your scent his tongue swirling over your skin as he sucked a hickey on your neck. His hands rough and curious as they searched your body.

“Control yourself for five minutes man.” You say trying to hide your smile as you push the cart forward.

“How can I?” Techno whispers slipping his arm around your shoulder, “you can’t say that when you look like this.” He gestures to your jeans and his t-shirt that was hanging from your body.

You shake your head with a muttered “Jeez.”

Waiting in line you fiddle with Techno hands, testing to see how large they are compared to yours. Unsurprisingly the size difference was monstrous. The beefy lumberjack tugs on your pinky, happy to have you against him regardless of where you are.

The man you approach looks your boyfriend up and down with a lip bite and you instantly get defensive. Techno unpacks the shopping cart onto the conveyor belt, his muscles rippling as he grabs the food and places it down.

“Do you have all the bags you need sweetheart?” He’s looking at your man, ignoring you completely and you squeeze Technos arm by accident. He looks at you and then the man before speaking.

“My wife has them.” He grunts, before glancing at you his hands gripping yours quickly and slyly that even you had to take a second to process it. The ring that was sitting on your index finger was now playing as a wedding ring.

“Right.” The annoyed sound of the shop worker seeped into your happy moment.

“Go on bunny.” He smirked with a peck to your cheek and a tap on your bottom. You head to the end of the till and start packing the shopping up. Techno joins you soon enough lifting the heavy bags off the end and into the shopping cart like they were feathers. You have to look away or you’ll get even more flustered at the sight of your man’s strength.

“Cash or card love.” The man purrs, you can’t help but let you head jerk to the side, squinting. The audacity!

“Card.” Techno grunts pulling out his credit card and tapping the card reader before shoving it back into his leather wallet then his jeans. Your eyes wander to the way they curve around his ass and he notices. “All yours bunny.” He smiles softly, tapping the underside of your chin with the curve of his index finger.

“Here.” The cashier’s glum tone interjects another happy moment, he’s really starting to piss you off. You grab the receipt out of the man’s hand with the biggest fake smile you could muster.

“Thankyou.” You make sure to flash the rock that’s sitting on your finger faking it til it makes it. The light catches it and the man’s eyes hone in on it before they meet yours with a glare.

“Come on bunny, let’s go home.” Techno’s arm is back around your waist as you move to push the cart.

“Have a nice day!” It sounds more sarcastic than sincere and it’s partially yelled out.

“Ignore him.” Techno whispers, his grip tightening. You realise that not only were you being territorial but so was he. Your mind goes back to that moment, the last time someone flirted with Techno.

“How dare you?” The accusing tone rings throughout the diner, it has your head snapping toward where it came from. Your eyes widen at the sight of your lumberjack pointing a thick finger at a woman who looks as shocked as you were. “I’m a taken man,” he shakes his head backing away from her.

You were so busy being jealous you didn’t even notice Techno’s possessiveness rising to the surface. The same possessiveness that had your man rushing to put the food filled bags in the truck and sliding into the drivers seat next to you. His large hand on your thigh slipping higher until he’s knuckles deep in your cunt listening to your beautiful moans echoing around him.

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[rukunas]

—you really got me bad, now i’m going to get you back!

pairing: villian!hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader

warnings: yandere elements (drugging, kidnapping, all the things that happen in a bad wattpad story lol), violence, killing/death, blood, mention of rutting, possessiveness, slight manga spoilers

a/n: misery by maroon 5 is my current brain rot rn don’t ask. also @innocentnymph plzzz be awake and treat this as a gift

Keigo Tamaki hates it when people wastes his time.

His whole being is built on being fast. His time at the Commission, his hero career, and now his empire— he gained it all quickly without hardly ruffling his feathers. He sinks his talons in and moves on. His morning routine takes him exactly 15 minutes, he can kill with a snap of his fingers, and, hell, he can fucking fly.

So when this slow-talking imbecile, who is clearly sweating through his suit, babbles during his business meeting, Keigo can't help but be annoyed.

Keigo thrums his neat nails against the table before glancing out the window, sighing under his breath. The weather was chilly— quite cloudy for Musutafu with wcool breeze weaving its way rbetween skyscrapers. Cars slowly push through the busy streets, people bustling on the sidewalks. Though he's on the highest floor, Keigo can still see the details of each individual person with his hawk-like vision. Mindlessly, with his hand balancing up his head, he follows them as they walk down blocks, open doors for one other, laugh at a joke—

The fuck?

Keigo's breath catches. He glances up— to make sure that no one has noticed the way his eyes widened like saucers— before he dips his attention back down, back to the girl he didn't think he'd ever see again. Back to you.

You're sitting outside a coffee shop, even though it's seemingly too cold to do so. Your brows are pulled down in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read something on your phone. An index finger is busy looping around the rim of your teacup. You put your phone down before lifting the cup, lips pouting slighly to blow over it before taking a hesitant sip. It must be satisfactory, since you give the tiniest sliver of a smile before drinking more.

He'd forgotten about you. But not anymore.

"Hawks?"

Keigo jerks his head back up. "Yeah, yeah. Just have it done."

He has no idea what he's agreeing to. But he does know what he's sinking his talons into next.

Someone is watching you.

You've felt a heavy gaze following you since your visit to the coffee shop, even as you headed to the hospital for work. You glance around the halls cautiously, not sure what to expect. A ghost, maybe?

"There you are!"

You jump as a hand slaps your back, but your nerves quickly settle at the sight of a familiar face. "Hey, Natsu."

Natsuo grins but his face falls as he notices your tense state. “What’s wrong?”

“Nah, it’s…” You wave it off. “What did you need to call me in for?”

His expression becomes grim.

Natsuo Todoroki is inarguably your favorite person in the world. During incredibly long shift of dealing with grumpy and angry patients, Natsuo is the one who makes you smile through it. You’d think he’d have the opposite of a cooling quirk with the way he warms the hospital.

To see him this upset about something that isn’t his father makes you sick to your stomach.

“There’s been this string of patients coming in.” Natsuo says as he leads you down the hall. “And, well, they’re all the same— lowly criminals. Not anything we haven’t seen before.”

You digest his words. “Another gang fight?”

“We aren’t sure yet. The police is working with us, but the markings on them are what’s off.”

“Stab wounds?”

“You’d think.” Natsuo opens the doors to the sectioned-off portion of the ICU— which was already a bad sign that he was bringing you in here— and you immediately freeze at the sight.

5 of the beds have a host wrapped in the heaviest of bandages around their necks, yet blood still seeps through the cloth to give it a pink tint. The wrists of each patient are clinked into handcuffs, but it seems satirical with the unconscious state of the criminals.

The hum of shallow breaths and heart monitors fogs your brain. “What the fuck?”

Natsuo clears his throat before lowering his voice to a whisper. “Every single one of them had their carotid arteries slashed. There were 12 of them. We couldn’t save the other 7 and they were sent for an autopsy.”

You swallow. “And?”

“They thought it was a knife but they couldn’t match the markings to an exact weapon. Maybe it’s some weird knife quirk, I don’t know. I asked Shoto but he hasn’t found anything in the system.”

Your hand inadvertently drifts to your own neck, feeling for the pulsing vein with the tips of your fingers. “How’d the killer manage to nick all of them in the right spot?”

Natsuo narrows his eyes. “That’s what’s freaking me out. There’s only one wound on each patient and it always hit the artery.”

He jerks his head back out the door and you follow, quite anxious to leave the room anyway.

“The police and heroes are trying to keep this under wraps, until they find more information. But I’m telling all the staff anyway for safety reasons. The fact is that there’s a skilled killer on the loose.”

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. “What do we do?”

Natsuo pulls together the smallest of a smile. You can tell that he’s faking it to ease away your worry, which does make your heart melt at his graciousness but does nothing to stop you from internally panicking. “All we can do is to stay safe, that’s all.”

You went home soon after, since you had the whole week off before your next shit. Yet, you stayed in your apartment for the next few days, sheltered for the sake of your safety. A few texts from Natsuo revealed that three more people were brought into the ICU with the same wound. You promptly turned off your phone and triple-checked every lock in your apartment.

When you finally got called back into work, you distracted yourself with your job. Shrieking patients in pain only dulling down after you place a gentle hand on theirs, your quirk resolving the issue within seconds. Yet, the nagging fear in the back of your mind of the serial killer roaming the streets of Mustafu makes you lose a track of time. One patient turns into forty until you realize just how much you’ve overused your abilities.

“Hey, why don’t you go home?” Natsuo frowns as he seems the way your hands tremble, a tell-tale sign of you working too hard. “I’ll drive you back.”

You nod, relieved. No way could you walk to your apartment now.

“Of course you’d drive a Tesla.” You laugh as Natsuo leads you to his sparkling white car, the T practically winking at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He pouts, making you giggle even more. He opens the side door for you, the gentleman that he is.

“It means it’s expected. Anyways, Natsu, how do you adjust the seat? This shit is going to kill my back.”

It takes you a moment to realize that Natsuo hadn’t even shut the door for you. He’s not standing next to the car, even though he was right there a moment ago.

“Natsuo?”

Silence. Leaves scrape the ground ominously.

Your legs swing out of the car swiftly, though they feel like jello when you find your placing on the ground. The parking lot has sparse cars, but is vacant of any people.

“Nat—”

A hand slaps over your mouth, cloth against your nose. The smell is immediate, overpoweringly sweet and sticky. It reminds you of your childhood, licking away at cherry-flavored popsicles that dripped down your fingers. It also reminds you of your organic chemistry class in college, the warnings that your professor has drilled into you, the large “DO NOT INHALE” sticker on the side of one of the bottles.

Chloroform.

But that memory took too long to emerge— you’re already slumping in the grip of the stranger, black dots swimming in your vision.

“Please don’t kill me.” You whisper to no one in particular, hoping that some being beyond can save your fate. A hero.

“You’re gonna wish I did.” The stranger chuckles before everything goes dark.

Your brain feels like wisps of cotton candy when you finally gain consciousness. You crack your eyes open, but the immediate light makes you hiss. After a few blinks, you peak down and see that you're sitting in a metal chair in the middle of an empty warehouse. Your wrists are clasped behind your back in red rope, which dig into your delicate skin.

"Shit."

Too busy deciding whether dislocating your thumbs is worth the pain in order to break free, you don't notice that you are not alone.

"She's awake. Tell the boss."

A chill crawls its way up your spine. You turn your head as best as you can, catching a glimpse of a handful of men in black suits. Your hands become slick with sweat when you notice how each of them have a holster and gun. Dateline did not prepare you for this.

"C'mon." One of them— who has way too much gel in his hair— grabs you by your bicep and pulls you out of the chair. Your feet stumble trying to keep up with him.

Your mind swarms with questions, but your inate instincts tell you to keep quiet. As Gel Hair (yes, you’ve nicknamed him and everything) drags you through the hall with the others following close behind, you try your best to take in all the details you can.

The warehouse door leads to a well-furnished hallway— one like that of a 5-star hotel. The cream wallpaper and gold decals are in pristine shape. The crimson patterned carpet has a shade too close to that of blood. The chandeliers swing above you like icicles ready to impale you with every step. The men behind you chatter quietly, but you catch some of the words. Office. Mission. Killed.

"Hey, let's go." Gel Hair grunts, tugging your elbow harder. You hadn't realized that your legs tensed up at that last word.

The group stops at a grand door, two guards with the same suit attire standing side to side. Instead of a gun in their holster, they each hold an assalt rifle— the ones you only see in action movies. You feel faint.

"This her?" One of them asks, and Gel Hair nods. The guard prompty swings the door open. And you stubbornly plant your feet further into the ground, refusing to enter.

A sickening feeling coats your body. It's the same sensation you get when you peer over the edge of a cliff, when you catch a glimpse of a black cat wandering down an alley, when you get an emergency call from the hospital during your break.

An overwhelmingly powerful force within you knows that something terrible will happen if you set foot through that office.

"The fuck are you doing? Move!" Gel Hair snarls, yanking you forward.

You squirm in his grip, desperately pulling back. "No! Let me go, you fucking asshole! You have the wrong person!"

Filled to the brim with desperation, you do the only thing you can. You shriek at the top of your lungs.

The two guards notibly cringe before lifting their guns in defense. Gel Hair slaps his palm over your mouth. Perfect.

You chomp down on his hand.

The feeling of pride at Gel Hair's blood-curdling scream and the taste of metal is short-lived. He slaps you hard, but you don't— can't— register the pain, not when he'd pulled out his gun and pressed the barrel up against your forehead.

"You crazy bitch, I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out. Ha?" He grins as you whimper, heart thrumming so hard that you have to read his lips to understand what he's saying. "Don't care that you're the boss's girl, I'm gonna kill you. How does—”

There's a flash of red. That's it. This is it. You were shot in the head, cause of death: brain hemorrhage. You can picture your graveyard: Here lies a daughter, a healer, a friend. But the red clears and Gel Hair is still and expressionless. Blood spurts from his neck, spraying droplets against your face as if it were an empty canvas. He crumples to the floor, gasping and clawing at his wound.

Again, all you can do is scream.

Your knees buckle as you fall to the ground as pure and utter shock chills you to your bone.

"What did I tell you all? She's precious cargo!" A voice chirps disappointedly, like a parent scolding their child. The sound crashes over you like a wave, roaring and echoing in familiarity.

You slowly lift your head. It can’t be.

“Well. At least he wasn’t one of our better members.”

A tight black-and-gold shirt is paired with baggy khakis. The belt around the waist glints golden Hs across the band. And behind him, large vermillion plumes drape behind his back like a deranged version of a cape.

No fucking way.

His golden eyes squint as he smiles, the black markings at the corners of his eyes sharpening his glare on you. “Hey, sweetheart.”

The “rope” holding your wrists together unfurls, looping around your face to flaunt itself as a feather, before it finds it’s place back to Keigo’s wings.

“Didn’t want to meet this way but, y’know.”

“What the fuck?” The venom coating your words surprises you, but it’s understandably. “You kidnapped me? You… you’e the one who killed all those people, didn’t you? Keigo, you’re on Japan’s Most Wanted—“

“Memorized my wiki page, huh?“

He’s laughing. Your blood simmers beneath your skin. He’s killing people for fun and he’s laughing.

Even though the Commission capitalized on your healing quick, they did teach you basic self-defense and fighting techniques.

You aim for his legs. An easy sweep, so long as you pounce quickly and hit right above the knees.

Of course, you’d forgotten just how strong he is.

As you lunge in his direction, two feathers circle around each of your wrists and tug you back. Unshed tears from the stress, the fear, the anger spill over your waterline.

“What do you want from me?” You scowl, teeth bared and ready to lash out.

“Your compliance.” Keigo takes a few steps forward, bending down to your height. You can’t pull away as he brings a calloused hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek. “We can’t have you biting away at my men, can we?”

You can feel bile rising up. “And why the hell should I listen to anything you say?”

“Hmm…” Keigo hums, the edge of his grin stretching even wider, Joker-esque. “We do have your Todoroki boy with us, don’t we?”

You blink, heart sinking. “No.”

“If you comply, then there’s no need to worry.” Keigo gives your cheek a pat before rising back up to his full height. His shadow paints over you, sealing your fate.

“Take her back to the bedroom. And someone, clean this shit up. I don’t need the scent of blood in my hallway.”

“That went well, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jin.”

Keigo clenches and unclenches his fists, snarling as he makes his way back into his office. He didn’t want to scare you away, but the fear and fury in your eyes confirmed it all.

But, you’re tough. You can handle a little blood, right?

Besides, spring is creeping in quickly. He’s already showing signs of his impending rut— nails growing sharp, eyes becoming more slanted and predatory. Hell, he’s surprised that he didn’t rip that Todoroki boy to shreds when Keigo caught his scent on you. His business partner, Dabi, wouldn’t be too pleased if Keigo tore into his beloved brother.

Nevertheless, Keigo needs you to comply soon. Because he’s about to lose every ounce of his self-control once spring begins.