#coughing wheezing idk. have whatever this is

[skrunksthatwunk]

learning some new things in mordhaus tonight

[ablednt]

Me: maybe the specialist was right maybe I did outgrow my asthma and it's just shortness of breath

Me: [takes my inhalers] why can I breathe

[retroaria]

hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? 😭 like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗

✮⋆˙ domestic reo headcanons ✮⋆˙

a/n: this is so brain rotted i can’t even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.

• | BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy !! - aria 💜 | •

✮ I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least he’d be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldn’t force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and he’d use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.

✮ Would post about all his children’s accomplishments, or if you guys didn’t feel comfortable posting the kids he’d still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally don’t care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (they’re happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but they’re “your books” and he “just helps you with it sometimes”. (he’s the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)

✮ Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, he’s probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).

✮ Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because it’s annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - he’s totally the type of person to look up his child’s symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.

✮ The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when you’re sick. He can always tell when you’re not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesn’t know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. He’d absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that could’ve gotten sick). Doesn’t care if you’re sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and won’t let you do anything but rest and relax until then.

✮ Reo is an incredible gift giver! I’ve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid that’s just more gifts he’ll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.

✮ Anything can happen but…reo with a daughter…guys….

✮ he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe she’s an actual princess and he’s just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesn’t feel bad about it.

✮ You’d have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. He’d go into theatrics trying to refute it because “What do you mean I can’t let her have everything she wants?” and “What if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?” he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.

✮ He’d love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport he’s still just as hype. Isn’t initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.

✮ I don’t have any specific hc’s for him as a boy dad but he’d be just as great of course - he’d make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!

✮ If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes you’re the most capable person. He’s the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country he’s training in just because you said you didn’t wanna go to parent teacher night alone.

✮ He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to “make it a bit more fun” as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists he’s made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because he’s a participator above all else.

✮ Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether it’s at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure there’s time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.

to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3

[nectardaddy]

I HAVE A FLUFF SUGGESTION HOLD UP LEMME COOK

INUMAKI HAS RHE CURSED SPEECH RIGHT SO HE CKMES HOME FROM A MISSON SND HIS THROAT IS LIKE HURTING OR WHATEVER IDK AND THEN READER CARES FOR HIM AND STUFF TILL HE GETS BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🔥

hurt inumaki would pretend it wasn't as bad as it truly was the first time he came back from a mission. but you wanted to take care of him, doted on him, made him tea, gave him cough medicine. he utterly lost himself in the feeling. he cared so much for others, was it wrong to enjoy being cared for?

hurt inumaki would milk the hell out of his injuries from there on out, to the point it became a running joke.

"I think I'm dying," he would sign to you and pretend to swoon. all the while cracking a smile as you would just laugh at him, nudging him in his arm and rolling your eyes.

hurt inumaki would cough and wheeze for air after a particularly gruesome mission on his own. returning back to campus with blood pooling in his mouth and the feeling of nails piercing his throat. but he didn't seek you out, oh no, he utterly avoided you at all costs. this wasn't a joke like he normally played it up to be, he was genuinely hurt this time.

hurt inumaki would pretend everything was fine when you rushed in his room to see if he was alright; hearing that he pushed his limit and was holed up in his room. but the façade soon crumbled when he tried to utter a safe word, his voice so cracked and broken all he could do was cough his lungs out afterward.

hurt inumaki didn't willingly let you help him at first. you had things to do, classes to go to, training that needed to be done, you didn't need to take care of him. but he gave up rather quickly in fighting it once he realized you did it on your own volition. he rather enjoyed the feeling of being wanted.

once he was better, inumaki would swear up and down he wouldn't push his limits that far again. but he would. every single time. all for the sake of his friends. for you.

and you would be there to help him every single time.

I wanted to try a new writing style, idk how I feel about it ehhhhh

this was super cute though!!

[141trash]

AN: so I know its not exactly simon x reader its all platonic, but I wasn't sure how else to tag this. Actually if you squint it could be Ghost x Soap I'll let you decide :) Sometimes my brain says things should exist so I write them. Loosely borrows the Master of Death concept from the HP series because yes. She's my OC if you want to know more just let me know I mostly just wanted to practice writing Simon idk and wanted him to be comforted :(

"Let's say I believed you," the exhausted lieutenant's voice broke the quiet hiss of sand shifting in the warm breeze. He laid staring up at the cloudless blue sky, knife held limply in one hand. His balaclava was torn off and cast aside, leaving his face exposed to the unrelenting sun.

"Mhm?" Came the sweet voice, acknowledging his words and probing gently for him to continue.

"If I believe you're the master of death or whatever," he croaked out, throat parched, "Why me? Why save me? There're billions of people who deserve to be saved over me."

Her head cocked to the side, observing him for a moment.

"Why do you believe you're not worth saving?" she asked instead of answering. Simon let out a harsh laugh interrupted by a bout of coughing and a resigned grunt of pain.

"y'just need to look at me to know that love. My mask. I'm a killer. Got my family killed. My mum, my brother." he swallowed, voice cracking as he continued, "His beautiful wife, and their little boy."

He gulped feeling the hot sting of tears and used some of his waning strength to swipe them angrily away. When she didn't say anything he turned his head in her direction. It was hard to believe that he wasn't hallucinating. Sitting next to him in the middle of the desert was a six year old in a pink tutu and a burnt tiara of some sort, perched in her golden curls. Small hands drew shapes and patterns in the scorching sand as if the temperature didn't affect her. Big innocent green eyes bore into him in a way that very much felt like she was staring into his soul.

"The skull mask was an interesting choice," She agreed dryly, "I won't disagree that you're a killer either, given your chosen profession. But you didn't get your family killed. The actions of others are not yours to take the blame for."

"Y'r surprisingly wise for a kid."

The master of death rolled her eyes and smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, "Today I'm a kid."

"Sure. like tomorrow you're not goin' to be."

She gave a shrug of her shoulders, "Maybe, maybe not. It's not exactly my choice."

"Y'didn't answer my question." he coughed again, "If you're the master of death. Why me?"

"I don't make those decisions. I think death would be rather cross with me if that was the case. Everything dies at some point. It's part of the cycle. But death says I'm still ruled by my human emotions. If I had the choice, I don't think I would let people die. And then there really would be no point to life."

He laughed again and then groaned, the side where he'd been shot throbbed horribly.

"You sure you ain't just here to kill me?" Simon wheezed out, hands tightening into fists, "Because it sure feels like it."

Tenderly she reached out and smoothed one of his hands, grasping at it with her much smaller one.

"Of course not Simon." she clucked her tongue as if to scold him, "Pain means you're alive. Keep living. Find your reason to keep living. It's important. You're important."

His vision was darkening with each passing second and her voice was growing murky, like he was hearing it underwater. Gasping in panic he forced his eyes open.

"It hurts," it came out as a whimper. She smiled sadly at him, bright green eyes wet with sympathy.

"I know sweetheart, but it won't be forever."

Then she was gone. The small, but reassuring grip she'd had on his hand disappeared and the panic fully settled in. He tried to call out to her. He didn't want to be alone again. Anything, but having to face the world alone again. He wanted to beg and plead for her to return, but his mouth refused to listen.

Rough hands grabbed hold of him, jerking him back to consciousness. When he managed to get his eyes open again he saw a familiar tanned, if a little blurry, face staring back at him with worry in his eyes. Johnny. Johnny was there.

He saw the sergeant's mouth moving, but he couldn't hear. All of his senses were on fire, everything was too loud, to rough, too painful. No part of him didn't hurt.

He was alive and Johnny was here. Weakly he lifted a hand to grasp the shoulder of the Scottish man's vest.

"You're here." was all he managed to gasp weakly attempting to smile before his mind gave out and he fell into darkness. This time he gave in willingly. He wasn't alone anymore.

[neteyamyawne]

🪷 — Forever : Parted

୭ ˚. Pairing : Widow!JakeSully x fem!na'vi!reader 

୭ ˚. summary : request

୭ ˚. Parts : pt1 pt2 pt3

୭ ˚. Song : Happiness is simple

୭ ˚. Warning : angst, age gap, hurt, no comfort, death of a major character, blood , gun shots, mildly graphic, mourning, sadness, heartbreak, little platonic fluff , hate from Jake if you squint, kinda open ending?

୭ ˚. Word count : 3.4k , not proof read

"word" - dialogue , ** word ** - flashback

୭ ˚. Note : Tsu'tey is alive bitches!!!! No one dies in my world (hehe🤭 except for one in this fic 😭)

୭ ˚. Extras : This is my first ever series, i did the best i could, not gonna lie i cried myself too, idk if y'all would like it or not so please leave your views ☺️🫶🏼

୭ ˚. Glossary : [Ma'sa'nok] - my mother, [Ma'sempul] - my father, [Palulukan] - Thanator, [sa'nu] - mom,  [tsaheylu] - neural bond , [paysyul] - water flower, [öeya tsmuke] - my sister (possesive)

Laughter filled out of the Olo'eyktan's tent, children zooming in and out as flashes of blue and cream ran across the clearing in front of the tent, life was simple, neytiri sat near the fire, the meat slowly braising inside the pot, vapors of the seasoning wafting throughout the premises, Jake was sprawled in his hammock for once enjoying the day off as tsu'tey took over for the rest till eclipse, his sleep was interrupted as lo'ak jumped on top of his chest wheezing any air left in his lungs as Jake caught his son while coughing, neteyam, kiri and spider laughing as the old man was in distress, clearly enjoy the view neytiri adjusted her hold on tuk, who was strapped to her chest, shaking her head she turned back to the stew.

Footsteps were heard as y/n walked into the leaders tent, all the children ran towards her screaming their lungs out "Aunty y/n!!!!!" As she was tackled to the ground , her pouch filled with various trinkets fell aside as she hugged the group of kids on top of her giving them all a tight squeeze, finally Letting her go, she brought out the pouch giving them each a piece she collected or made , neteyam got a armband, lo'ak and kiri got lots of beads made or picked specially for them by their aunt y/n, spider got a new necklace which he took and went running to show it to norm and max, chuckling at their antiques she got up from the ground dusting herself as she made her way towards neytiri

~ y/n pov ~

I sat down beside Neytiri taking the little tuk from her wrap, she cooed as she looked at me, big golden eyes and soft little nose twitched now and then, even though I say i do not have favorites! Really i don't but this small bundle of joy will definitely get whatever she wants with simple boo boo eyes and I'm not ready for her to use it as weapon against me

Today was Jake and neytiri's date night as he says so, I'll be looking over the children for them, neytiri still hesitates a bit before leaving as her motherly instincts are still up, not because she doesn't trusts me, just because it's the first time leaving tuk after giving birth to her, she was like this with neteyam, lo'ak and kiri as well, i give her a reassuring smile as i say "tiri, i have taken care of them countless of times, what's one more addition to that? It's better than what lo'ak used to do anyways" with that Jake took neytiri's hand laughing at the joke, as they took off on their ikrans , turning around and looking at the kids i couldn't help but remember my childhood with neytiri…

My parents were respected warriors and hunters of the clan, but life is not always joyous, the day i was born , ma sa'nok passed away giving birth to me so mo'at took me under her wing even being 5 years younger than neytiri she never let me feel secluded, she would always take me with her everywhere she went, sylwanin used to say "eywa knew if these two were to be real sisters they would have already claimed the entire land as their own by the time they both pass their iknimaya"

No matter what anyone says neytiri was , is and always be my sister, not by blood but by soul, after i turned 6, ma sempul was attacked by a palulukan in the end loosing his life due to extreme blood loss, and the Olo'eyktan's family took me in completely, neytiri stood by my side through everything, after that incident, if we were seen together everywhere now we became inseparable, attached to the hip if you must , years passed and still the bond stayed the same.

Matching tops to communal festivals, matching beads in our hair, having the same hairstyles and even have the same hoop earrings, she was the sun to my moon, mo'at was more than happy to see her girls happy together and then came in Jake sully as everything went downhill, with her bringing him to the clan, mating with him even when she was promised to tsu'tey , she had expressed her disdain about being promised to tsu'tey after sylwanin died in the RDA attack but it was final even i couldn't do anything, tsu'tey's rage for Jake betrayal, neytiri pouncing on him to protect Jake, everything was just falling apart, the war left a big abyss in everyone's life, we almost lost tsu'tey that day, and i couldn't forget the feeling of his blood on my hands as i sew him up, the hours of praying to eywa finally coming to an end as everyone was settled over, no one can ever forget that day to their dying breath..

Soon Jake was chosen as the Olo'eyktan as he became the toruk makto, tsu'tey his right hand man, life turned for good when neytiri found out about her pregnancy, never have i seen the clan so happy in my life, that day was as cherished as neytiri was, my heart swelled as i got the new honor of being an aunt, the day i held neteyam in my arms i thought I'd die from happiness itself, neytiri smiled from the cot she was laying on after hours of labor she was utterly exhausted but still she clasped my arm as i looked at her as she said " promise me öeya tsmuke, if something were to ever happen to me, you'll take care of my children and Jake" i looked at her flabbergasted "nothing is gonna happen to you ,tiri, you'll be alright" i knew she was saying this because of the near death experience she just went through but even the thought of losing her was unbearable, "promise me y/n, please" and in that moment i didn't know what to do so i promised her….. which turned out to be a curse as of now-

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Blood dripped down my fingers as my hands were shaking with my mind still in denial as i sew up the cuts and gashes on her body, my desperate state causing the needle to slip as i cussed doing my best to not just breakdown right then and there, tears pricked my eyes, blurring my vision but i pushed everything back, cleared my mind as i worked beside mo'at, she wasn't doing any better than i was….

** Today was the first raid after last week's fiasco, the humans tricked the bombs, blasting many of our na'vi soldiers, the healing tents were filled with injured, i worked nights on end without rest to tend to them, but now was a different situation, they have made a fool proof plan, as i sat in the healing tent praying for everyone's safe return when the horns blared signaling the arrival of the war party i immediately got into action checking the salves and pastes when i heard a cry i prayed i would never hear "Y/N, MO'AT! Y/N? ARE YOU HERE- y/n quick- please do something!" My mind went blank as i saw Neytiri with blood pouring out of her torso as many bullets had pierced her while some were embedded, a long gash ran down her arm and stomach, i felt like time slowed down , my body automatically moving into action but my brain wasn't even thinking straight, it felt like i was underwater no air to breathe but my limbs were acting on their own to break the surface of the water, me and mo'at did our fucking best, removing the bullets but the blood loss was extensive, even if the logical part of me knew she won't make it, something in me held onto the hope that it'll all be okay…… Nothing was okay**

Tears lined my eyes, some Falling down freely as everything crumbled apart in my hands, Jake was screaming, mo'at was silent, as neytiri looked at me her eyes glassy as stopped me from the stitching grabbing my hand bringing it to her chest as she heaved out with difficulty "y- y/n , remem- remember our promise-" i couldn't even comprehend her words as sobs came right after, it was like all the air was sucked out of me as i shook my head but she went on " take car-" she was cut short with a cough as blood spilled out, my mind zeroed as i wipe it but she stopped me again, holding me firmly, even in her dying state her grip was just as strong as before " take care of- of them, for me, plea-" before i could even respond the life in her eyes flickered out like a dying flame, a screaming bubbled in my throat as it tumbled out but it was nothing compared to the man who sat besides his mate's dead body, no one on earth or Pandora has seen Jake sully scream for his love as he did now, the whole of omaticaya silenced at the sceams of a mate losing his other half, everything felt numb, like a void that sucked everything inn, leaving the man to grieve in private i stumbled out but my legs failed me as i crashed into the ground, sobs wrecking my body and i doubled over my knees, letting everything out, i lost my mentor, my rock, my sun more importantly my tsmuke, everything blurred over as i felt hands touch my shoulder but i didn't care who it was but the next i knew i was being engulfed in a hug, the warmth did nothing to soothe the cold that wrapped around me as i sobbed, a void in my chest that could never be filled again, seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours as i got up from my spot outside the healing tent, mo'at was seated beside me, she was fast asleep after all the crying that was done, i looked inside as Jake was still besides neytiri, my already fractured heart broke a thousand pieces at the scene, i turned around not wanting to look at Jake's mournful cries but i was met with the faces that will haunt me forever…….

Sitting down inside their Hut as everyone hugged me tight as they all cried for their mother, tuk hugged my neck asking what was going on but i couldn't even bring myself to answer that question before breaking into tears as they all slowly drifted into sleep but i sat there staring at the ceiling , silent tears flowing non- stop.

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I stood a little behind Jake as they lowered neytiri into the small hole dug into the hometree as she finally United with the great mother, tears smeared my cheeks as i watched, the peaceful look on her face can almost trick anyone into thinking she was asleep if they didn't know better, goosebumps running down my body as i watched Jake choke back on his sobs, he was the strongest man I've ever known and seeing him like that makes me want to hurl my stomach out, i walked forward gently throwing the flower petals onto her body, after me as did everyone else, as mo'at started chanting to eywa i couldn't take it as i turned around and speed walked myself into my tent as i curled into a ball and cried till there was nothing left, all that left behind was a husk, even though my mind knew she was gone, gone forever and never coming back, my heart still denied it, this was not how it was supposed to be, she was supposed to be here laughing and enjoying as we all ate together, not like this, all cold with no sense of warmth to ever return too, not like this with no one to turn when you have a problem, no one to hug when you have a bad day, no one… no one there to share your presence with…

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A few months have passed on, Jake had thrown himself into work, working his emotions into war plans, his appearance becoming tattered more then ever but no one dared to question him, there were way too many raids throughout the week, warriors were getting exhausted but didn't once complaint as they went through every raid, more were getting injured but no word was spoken as it went on, but what did catch my eye was his behavior was just as same towards neteyam and lo'ak as it was towards the actual warriors, always making them do task way above their league as he walked away going into the war tent, sighing i knew if i intervened right now Jake would punish the boys even more but i couldn't just sit around seeing them miserable, as i got to them, they stopped in their tracks tensing up but when they saw who it was all tension faded away, as i opened my arms and they both stumbled into the hug, i squeezed them tight giving them both a kiss on their forehead as i told them " finish you work and come home, I'll make your favorite dinners" as they both smiled nodding and going to do their work with a renewed power.

After the food was done i got up wiping myself of the sweat , turning around i saw tuk laying in the hammock, it wasn't her laying down that concerned me, it was the sniffles i heard, as i walked over to her bending down a bit as i caressed her hair "tuk, sweetheart, what is wrong?" I got in beside her as she held onto me, her nose pressed into my neck as i felt her tears fall on my shoulder, i just rubbed her back , finally calming down i asked once again "what is wrong baby?" She sniffled before answering " is mommy never going to come back?" And my heart shattered hearing those words, how was I even supposed to explain to her what death was? But i tried my best " you see, when people grow old, they become weak, that's when the great mother calls them back to her so they can all rest in peace, we are all eywa's children, we all return back to her, but when they get their eywa's love is so strong they all stay there, you mommy is there as well, she's at peace and is watching over us, as the time comes we'll all meet her eventually" tuk just stared at me with big wide eyes as she processed the information, nodding she said "then i hope i see eywa as soon as possible" now it was my turn to stare at her with wide eyes " No, paysyul, you cannot do that, you'll see her when the time comes not before or after " giving me a nod of understanding she plopped her head right into my neck yet again clutching me close, few minutes later she was passed out cold as i held her close, neteyam and lo'ak got back as they looked at me , giving me smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes, i knew Jake had scolded them yet again, sighing i carefully placed tuk into the hammock, mentally remembering to feed her later, as i helped the boys to serve, while they ate their dinner i said "you boys stay here for a while, I'm going to your grandmother's to help her" they just nodded while lo'ak also gave me a thumbs up, smiling i made my way towards the healing tent.

As i got in, i saw kiri and mo'at talking, mo'at smiled as i entered "ahh ma child, come come" kiri looked up and smiled, squatting beside her i spoke "kiri, go home now, you've helped enough, i have made dinner, eat something, I'll handle this from here" she just looked down for a moment then nodding as she got up bidding a quick bye she went out, neytiri's passing was a lot harder on the girl, as she already didn't have grace now her, she became really quite talking only to me , mo'at and spider , as i got to work, i saw mo'at was a bit quieter than usual , eyeing her a few times i broke the silence as it was getting too much "what is it ma sa'nok? You seem quieter than usual" she turned to face me, her face a bit paler than usual as well, i got worried by the passing seconds of silence, she opened her mouth to speak but didn't, worried i asked again "sa'nu are you alright? Do you need anything?" As if with newfound confidence, her next sentence broke the ground i stood on "you are to mate with toruk makto, there has been a sign from eywa and it shall be done as soon as possible " as i processed her words the only thing leaving my mouth was "WhAt?!" And i was ready to bet the entirety of omaticaya heard me in that moment, she just looked at me with a calm expression repeating the words again, "you are to be mated to Jake Sully and there will be no exceptions" i just stared at her dumbfounded, without listening anything more i walked out, not wanting to hear another word…….

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I sat at the edge of the lake me and tiri used to come too, dangling my legs into the water, flicking it now and then sighing, i mulled over what mo'at said , closing my eyes i reeled over the thoughts of tuk, kiri, lo'ak and neteyam, their faces zooming through my mind , groaning i knew i had to say yes, not just because of the sign eywa had showed but due to my promise to neytiri, my head hung down as i was lost in thoughts, finally hardening my heart, i walked back towards the healing tent, praying all goes smoothly, walking inside i saw eywa has turned her back to me, standing right in front of me with his back to me was Jake sully himself, inhaling a deep breath, calming my heart, i walked forward, mo'at seeing me smiled as Jake turned, his figure towering over me, his look almost looked murderous, i just hoped it wasn't towards me , my tail fell between my legs, i spoke "i agree for the union" Jake's head snapped to mine as he almost broke it, his annoyance evident as he said "you can't be serious right now? You really want to do that to neytiri!!?" My heart sunk at the words we haven't spoken after that day in the tent, now i don't even know if this was even worse but i kept my opinion firm as i turned to him, fear lingered but i bit down on it " i said i am ready for the union, i promised Neytiri and i won't let it down" he flashed his fangs at me but i kept stotic, mo'at took her que to leave as her work to get the word across was done, Jake gritted "you will take that back right now" , "it is eywa's will, we can't run from it Jake, it has to be done or it won't be good for any of us if the great mother herself is angered" i said, "so you're ready to give yourself up to a man who won't even look at you with what a mate should look?" I winced at the words but i knew i had to keep her promise as i nodded, he had a look of disbelief on his face but he took a breathe looking at me with a serious face he said the words that rocked my world " if that's your decisions then here's mine, i won't make tsaheylu with you, nor will i give you what a mate can give you but i will respect and protect you and that's my words but do not expect anything more from me" he scoffed and stormed out of the tent, i just crumbled to the floor bringing my knees close to my chest as i curled up on myself, repeating on and on that this was for good and for the Better future of the kids but my heart mourned for MY future as it saw everything crash down into ash….

I got up , chin held high, if the future I saw for myself wasn't going to happen then I'll make a different one and make it happen, for myself, for Neytiri as I walked out of the tent ready to face the cruel fate I was destined too…

A/n : i just finished this and i couldn't believe i wrote upto 3k, like i get bored to write 200 words essay and now I'm writing these big ass fics, I'm like 🥹😭🫣 anyway if you wanna be tagged then please go see the pinned post on my blog 💙🫶🏼

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[yourgoodbuck]

69 72 followers writing piece

CW For uhhhh dubcon/noncon, size kink, inconsistent size kink and pregnancy mentions. I think that’s everything? Idk those are the big ones

“Let me go!”

Given that both of her arms fit into one of his hands, she was unable to free herself. He looked unimpressed.

“You’re not going anywhere, human. You are my prize, and I intend to make good use of you.” He lifted her up, examining her while she continued to struggle in the air. “Hmm…a little thin, but we can fix that.”

She took the opportunity to spit on him. “Go to hell.”

With his free hand, he wiped his face clean and sighed. “I was going to be gentle. I was willing to go slow with you, let you become accommodated to how your new life was going to be. Evidently I’m going to have to be a little bit stricter with you.”

He let go of her, letting her fall to the floor. She grunted as she fell to her hands and knees on the cool marble floor in front of his throne.

“Ow.”

“Forgive me if my sympathies seem lacking.”

He snapped his fingers. Instantly she felt something wrap itself around her neck and settle there. 

She reached up to her neck, feeling around. “What did you do?”

“It’s a binding charm. In your case, it looks like a collar. It helps remind the others who you belong to. And, in certain cases, it allows me to do this.” He slowly squeezed his hand around the air.

The pressure on her throat tightened and she gasped for air, struggling in vain to pull it off. “Help—please—”

He let her wheeze and gasp for a few more seconds before relaxing his hold. She coughed several times, doing her best to catch her breath.

“Surely I don’t need to place more restrictions on you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like me to, of course.”

She slowly shook her head.

“Good girl.” He beckoned her over with his hand. With great and obvious trepidation, she approached his throne.

“Kneel.”

She did so, her head bowed.

He leaned forward, putting one large hand under her chin and forcing her face up. “Look at me.”

Her eyes flicked toward his face, and his eyes locked with hers.

“You are mine, now and always. You will always be mine, and as mine, I am to do with you whatever I want. Now,” he said, his free hand shifting and vanishing his clothes, “stand up, open that smart mouth of yours, and show me that you understand.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting down to look between his legs, her eyes widening at the rapidly hardening cock in front of her as she stood. “It—it’s too big,” she stammered. “I’ll break my jaw.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. She thought he might choke her again and tensed up, but instead she felt a warmth along her jawline and throat.

“I forget how fragile you humans are sometimes. Now then, if there are no more objections.” He let go of her chin and gestured to his cock.

She nodded, slowly leaning forward and pressing her tongue against the head, dragging it over and around. He was cool to the touch and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she continued to lick.

He groaned softly, one giant hand resting in her hair. “Good pet, just like that,” he murmured.

She thought about telling him to piss off with the ‘pet’ comment, then decided against it. Instead she opened her mouth—far more than what she thought she was capable of, in all honesty—and took the head in her mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening. “Need more…”

Without any more of a warning than that, he pushed her head down deeper. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“Mm, now that is a wonderful look on you,” he said between heavy breaths. Being that her mouth and back of her throat were full of his cock, she was unable to respond, save for a desperate whine.

“Oh, right, you need to breathe, don’t you?” He held her there for a couple moments longer before allowing her to come up.

She coughed violently, spit and drool connecting her lips to his dick. “I can’t—I can’t take it all. It’s still too big.”

“How is that my problem?” he scoffed. “And I don’t remember saying that you were allowed to talk.”

Once more he began to squeeze the air and her eyes widened as she scrambled for the collar. Gasps and whimpers came from her, each quieter than the last as her air supply ran out. Just when she thought she was going to black out, the pressure lifted and she fell forward on her hands between his legs, wheezing.

He sighed, and she felt another surge of warmth flush against her throat. “Another complaint out of you and I promise that you won’t be speaking for quite some time. Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded, a hand reaching for his cock but stopping short.

He gestured at her with one hand, the other going to rest in her hair again. “Get on with it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

His message received, she grasped his cock in her hand, leaning forward to take the tip into her mouth and sucking.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he said, his massive thumb stroking her cheek. “I want to see those beautiful blue eyes water when you’re taking in all of me.”

She groaned, reluctantly keeping her eyes open and looking upward.

He smirked down at her. “Good girl. See, I knew you could be obedient. You like pleasing me, don’t you? That’s right, no shame in admitting it.”

She tried to shake her head; in response, he pushed her down further, causing her to gag and choke around his cock.

“Oh, were you saying something?” He snickered, firmly holding her in place. “Relax your throat or we’re going to be here all day. Not that I would mind, but I did have other plans. There, just like that. You catch on quick.”

She moaned, unable to do much else. His cock was partially sheathed in her throat, but even through the tears she could see that there were still several inches to go.

He hummed thoughtfully, looking down at her. “You really do look quite nice like this. Maybe I’ll keep you here, chained to my cock in such a way that you have to have me inside of your throat at all times.”

A whimper escaped, along with a thin line of drool.

“Oh? Do you like the sound of that, pet?” He ruffled her hair. “Well, I’d still like to try out your other holes before making such a big decision, but I promise to take your opinion into account.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and he slowly moved his hips back and forth, each thrust seeming to go deeper than the one before it. “Mmh, fuck, so warm and tight,” he groaned, finally pulling her down to the base of his cock, her nose flush against his skin.

“Fuck…such a good look for my cock sleeve,” he said between heavy breaths. He held her there for several agonizing seconds, finally releasing her when the red on her cheeks began to fade. He let her slide up almost all the way, keeping the tip between her lips.

She gasped, gulping down air.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, it wasn't that bad. Again.”

The hand on the back of her head began to push, and she put up no resistance when his cock pressed against the entrance to her throat.

“What a pretty slut,” he said with a chuckle, pushing her head down further. “So much for your earlier bravado.”

She glared at him and growled, the muscles of her throat rippling around him and making him groan.

“Fuck,” was all he managed to get out before thrusting his hips into her face. “That's right, make all the noises you want. No one's going to rescue you.”

With a sudden burst of bravery, she pulled a Hail Mary: she tried to bite him.

Tried, because the instant the pressure increased he yanked her up by her hair, making her cry out in pain.

“That's not very nice, pet.” He stroked her cheek with his free hand, her eyes wide with fear. “I'm afraid that means I'm not going to be nice, either.”

Still holding her, he moved his other hand from her cheek to between her legs. With a quick hand movement, her clothes vanished, reappearing in a pile on the floor. He let out a pleased hum as he looked her over.

“Like a little doll.” He pressed his palm to her groin and smirked. “I had a feeling you were enjoying this as well.”

He began to rub his open hand against her skin, causing her to squeak when he brushed against her clit.

“Oh, right.” He lowered her to the ground, then moved his hand down around her waist and lifted her up again.

“Pretty doll,” he crooned, resuming his rubbing of her outer lips and clit. Her face was screwed up as she tried to remain quiet, her hips shaking.

“Now, now, no holding back. I want to hear every wonderful noise.” The hand between her legs moved to squish her cheeks. “My patience is wearing thin, darling. I'd rather not make you submit by force.”

His hand left her face, and she responded with a low whine, weakly kicking her feet.

“Goodness, you are fussy.” He lifted her so she was poised over his lap, teasing his other hand between her legs to pry them apart. “That’s it, let me see how wet you are.”

The answer was “very,” with slick visible on her inner thighs. All she could do was moan at his cool touch.

Without any warning, he pushed a finger inside of her. She cried out, tilting her head back as her hips jerked.

“So warm,” he marveled. “And I thought your mouth felt heavenly.”

He began to slowly piston his finger in and out, drawing out groans and whimpers. When those seemed to be dying down, he added a second finger, curling them upward. Her noises returned in full force, her breathing becoming ragged.

“That’s it, let it all out. Let everyone know whose pet you are.” His fingers worked faster. “Call me your King.”

She gasped, unable to move much more than her hips in response to him. “My King, my King.” It had an almost musical quality to it.

“Yes, cum for your King,” he said, shifting his hand so his thumb could rub against her clit while still fingering her.

That was what undid her. With a cry (possibly of pain, more likely of overwhelm) she tensed up, her whole body shuddering as it rode out the orgasm he wrought from her, gently coaxing her walls to loosen for him.

At last she went limp, held up only by him. He slowed his fingers but did not stop them just yet. “Mm, still so tight, and gods, so warm,” he breathed, his cool breath along her skin making her shiver.

Her eyes half-opened, and to her (admittedly quiet) alarm, she could see that his cock was still at attention. In fact…did it get even bigger?

He followed her gaze and grinned. “Excited, are we? I won’t keep you waiting, pet.” He pulled out his fingers, eliciting a quiet groan from her.

“Patience, patience. I intend to keep you around for a very long time; I don’t want to go ahead and break you right now.” He positioned her over his cock, one hand holding out one leg to the side, the other still holding her by the waist.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her outer pussy lips, coating it in her cum. “Fuck,” he muttered, and after a little more rubbing, began to press against her entrance.

She moaned, weakly shaking her head. “It’s too big,” she pleaded.

“Nonsense. I believed it for your throat, but I’m going to make you take all of me,” he said with a grunt, pushing one last time and letting out a sigh as the head caught, while she barely held back a scream.

“Ooh, yes, this is going to be a tight fit. Not to worry, we’ve got plenty of time to mold you.” He smiled and pulled her down by her leg and waist. Immediately she felt her walls spreading, widening for his cock and she let out a choked-back sob.

“There we go,” he crooned, “you’re being such a good sport about this. Just relax, I’m doing all the work.” He continued to agonizingly pull her down bit by bit. Somehow, her cervix didn’t stop him; she could feel him moving past her walls and almost passed out from everything she was feeling.

At long last, he let go of her leg, which swung back to hang by its twin, both now dangling there. “See?” he said, panting softly. “Go ahead and look.”

Against her better judgment, she opened her eyes. Her womb was distended, her flesh leaving little to the imagination with his cock pulsing inside of her.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he told her, rubbing a thumb over the shape of his member. “I can’t wait to fill you with my seed.”

A look of panic crossed her face. “What — no, you can’t —”

He squeezed her midsection, causing her to cry out. “I can do whatever I’d like with my new toy. And what I’d like is to watch her belly swell from how I fill her needy womb and cunt.”

She whimpered, her legs trembling. This did not go unnoticed.

“Oh? You must really like the sound of that; I can feel your walls twitching.” Still holding her by her waist, he began to move her up and down, unabashedly moaning and thrusting his hips up into her on occasion.

“Mm, it’s like you were made for me,” he panted between heavy breaths. “I might just wear you around the palace, keep you strapped around my cock all day. Would you like that, pet? To be on display for everyone as my little whore?”

In response she whined loudly, her hips jerking violently. 

He grinned down at her. “Looks like you’re learning to be honest with yourself.”

He continued to slide her up and down his cock, suddenly speeding up with a groan. “Mm, fuck, going to fill you up —”

He slammed her down to the base with a guttural cry. His cock began to swell and pulse, and she was helpless to stop him as he filled her with his cum. This triggered her own orgasm, and she writhed as it overcame her, her head becoming light headed to the point of momentarily passing out.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but his cock was still hard inside of her when she came to.

He rubbed her swollen stomach, a reminder of what had just happened, leaving her whimpering in protest. “You did so well,” he murmured. “I’m going to enjoy watching you grow over the next year. That is, assuming this takes on the first try. It might be a while before you actually get pregnant.”

He rolled his hips, grinding against her. “In fact, who knows if you can carry my child? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t, but I’d still get plenty of use out of you.” He chuckled, pausing. “I know for a fact that I have an Asgardian ally who’d be more than happy to take part in your…gifts.”

A strangled sort of noise came from her as she felt her clit twitch and her walls begin to ache. “P-please, no —”

“It’s a little late for you to remember your manners,” he chided her, shaking his head. “You’re going to have to convince me as to why I shouldn’t share you among others.”

He shifted his position so she was held down against him by gravity instead of his hand. “Go on. Speak, pet.”

Her cheeks were flushed with shame and arousal. “M-my King,” and she had to pause to catch her breath as her legs clenched up, “what if, what if someone doesn’t want to give me back?”

He scoffed. “My word is law in this land. Besides…I might be amenable to some sort of schedule, or at the very least, getting the opportunity to watch them fuck you.”

Her breath caught in her throat and he smirked. “Gods, you are sensitive. Shall I make you cum by just telling you what I want to do to you?”

She weakly shook her head. “Can’t, can’t take another,” she pleaded. “P-please, no more. I can’t hold any more of you inside of me.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he mused. “And as I said earlier, I do need to get other things done today. Very well.”

He began to slowly pull her up, pausing at the halfway mark. “Although…it’s such a shame to leave your holes empty. Luckily, I have a solution.”

He pulled her up the rest of the way, and as soon as the tip of his cock pulled out, she felt something rush in to take its place, some sort of invisible presence that she could feel holding her open.

“Mine,” he murmured, moving so he could lay her against his chest. “Rest, my pet. You’re going to need it.”

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Angst prompt based off something that I overheard that could definitely be angsty:

"Are you stupid? Why are you saying it doesn't hurt when you're in pain?!"

Idk I feel like Klangst

My baby :(

Trigger Warning: - Blood - Major Injury

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Lance slumped against the wall, wishing he could slide his helmet off. Every breath stung, sharp pain exploding over his chest as he forced himself to inhale. He pressed the back of his head against the wall, grinding his teeth as his hands held the object lodged in his right rib cage. 

Just breathe Lance. This isn’t so bad. Just in and out, he commanded himself.  Fighting the urge to scream in pain. 

“Alright Paladins, we need to get off the ship before it explodes.” Shiro said, “get to your lions and head back to the castle. Pidge how much time do we have before the bombs detonated?” 

“About five dobosh’s,” the green paladin called back. 

“How far is everyone from their lions?” Shiro asked. 

“Back in Yellow!” Hunk said, peppiness in his voice. 

“Almost back to Green!” Pidge called. 

“Running up to Red now,” Keith said through panting. 

“I’m in my lion...what about you Lance?” Shiro called out. 

Lance opened his mouth to respond, but the words died on his tongue. 

“Buddy?” Hunk asked, anxiety plaguing his voice. 

He could only manage a wet cough. Splattering the inside of his helmet with blood. 

“Lance?!” Pidge screamed. 

“I’m fine- got some metal in my chest...no biggie,” he wheezed out. 

Panic exploded over the coms, Shiro demanding to know his location while Pidge frantically scanned for him. 

“Just leave- don’t have time,” he took a shaky breath, coughs forcing their way out. “Time to save me.” 

“Got him!” Pidge said, “this is where he’s located.” 

“I’m closet!” Keith called out. Everyone get out of here. I’m going to go get him.” Keith was already running as he spoke. 

Shiro screamed at Keith over the comms, but whatever he said fell on deaf ears. Lance could only focus on the roar of blood in his ears. His speeding heart rate. Does your heart get faster the closer you are to death? He released a morbid laugh, he should have paid attention in health class. 

A familiar red filled his vision, hands on his shoulders. “Guys I have him. Lance...can you hear me?” 

“Hey," a rattle breath, "Mullet.” 

Keith rolled his eyes, “come on. I need to get you out of here.” He slid his arms under his armpits. Lifting quickly. 

Lance choked on a scream, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

“Sorry-shit sorry.” Keith frantically said as he got Lance on his feet. “I'll make this up to you I swear.” 

Lance leaned on him, unsure what words were coming out of his mouth. Sleep tugged at him and he wanted nothing more than to embrace it with open arms. 

More pain.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry,” Keith said under his breath as he began to run down the hallway. Carrying Lance bridal style. 

Every step felt like fire. Every subtle movement was the equivalent of electricity through his veins. He chew on his inner cheek until more metallic taste filled his mouth. He didn’t want Keith to feel more guilty for trying to help him. 

“Just under a dobosh Keith!” Shiro said, panic seeping through his usual collectiveness. 

“Coming up on Red now! Is Blue going to be okay?” Keith asked as he reached his lion, holding Lance even tighter. 

“Don’t worry about the Blue lion. She will follow you back to the castle,” Allura’s voice made its way through the coms. 

“Roger.” Keith panted. He laid Lance down on the small beds each lion has. “I’ll be right back. I need to get us off this ship.”

Lance gave a shaky thumbs up, groaning as the lion began to move. 

“Stay awake for me Lance!” 

He smiled to himself, of course, Keith would be concerned for him. He was always protective of Lance. “Yes sir,” he slurred out. 

He felt himself fading out more, only snapping back some when his helmet was slid off his head. “Almost back to the castle,” Keith’s eyes scanned his body, focusing on the metal still lodged in Lance’s body. “Sorry for moving you. I may have caused more damage doing that.” 

Lance lifted his hand weakly, trying to wave his hand. Attempting to tell his fellow paladin that he held no hard feelings. He did save his life after all. “Doesn’t hurt.” He slurred out. 

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” 

Lance closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath through his nose. “Doesn’t hurt.” He stated again. As if Keith didn’t hear him.

“Are you stupid?!” Keith flicked the other boy’s forehead. “Why are you saying it doesn’t hurt when you’re in pain?!” His voice rose slightly, his eyes scanning his face multiple times. 

Lance tried to meet his eyes, but he didn’t have much energy left. “You’re pretty." One more clunky breath. "Even with a stupid mullet.” He slipped into a slumber, Keith’s pleading fading away. 

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He felt himself falling, strong arms wrapping around him tightly. “Thank goodness you’re okay,” Hunk whispered. 

Lance hugged him back, enjoying the strength of the hug. “Think I would die on you? Have some faith.” 

Hunk laughed as he pulled away. Wiping his eyes on the process. 

Lance looked around at his friend. “Where’s everyone else?” 

“Asleep. It’s basically three in the morning.” 

“Ah,” Lance rubbed his eyes. “Guess we should head to bed then.” 

Hunk smiled, “want some food first?” 

The blue paladin shook his head. “Proper sleep first, I’ll eat later.” 

“Alright,” Hunk patted his shoulder, “I’ll walk you to your room.” 

They whispered back and forth, Hunk giving him one more crushing hug. He slipped into his room. Unzipping the back of the body suit, letting it fall off his arms. Keeping it around his waist. He reached into his closet, pulling out the first shirt he touched.

A hesitant knock sounded on his door. 

He tilted his head and made the way to the door, the shirt in his hands. “Yeah Hunk?” He said as the door swooshed open. 

Keith stood on the other side. His posture was stiff but his eyes filled with relief. “You’re awake.” 

“Keith?” He was about to say more, maybe crack a joke or two but two arms wrapped around him. Causing them both to stumble into his room. The door closed behind Keith. Shaking. 

“I’m so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you.” He mumbled into Lance’s chest. 

Lance released an uncomfortable laugh, hesitantly wrapping his arms around the other boy. Nothing to worry about, just an attractive man hugging him. “Yeah...I’m okay.” 

They hugged for a bit, and Keith pulled back first. His eyes were glued to the white color on Lance’s ribs. A new scar to add to the collection. He pressed his hand against the skin, his thumb moving slightly over it. “We could have lost you.”

Lance swallowed, his eyes glues to Keith’s face. “I’m here.”

“I could have lost you.”  The raven boy whispered. Seeming to curl into himself ever so slightly. 

“You didn’t,” Lance lifted his head up with his fingers. Gently cupping his face with his hands. His thumbs moved against his surprisingly soft skin. “I’m right here. And it’s all because of you.” 

“...you called me pretty.” 

“When I was delirious?” 

Keith nodded, laughing softly. 

“I mean. You are pretty, that wasn't a lie.” Lance said, ignoring the blush rising on his face. 

“Shut up,” Keith pressed his face back into his chest. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

Lance rested his cheek on Keith’s head. “I promise I won’t.” 

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Soft Pre Establish Klance 

I hope you liked it!

Thank you <33333

[nomoreluckystarz]

CLOSER - F!Leo as Pyramid Head Fic.

ames: oh god what am I doing with my life… [flustered sigh]

my brain: be self-indulgent for once, angelcake ;)

ames: well fuck, why do I even listen to you?

word count: 5,126 (how? idk...) my AO3 is iMonsterkive, i'mma upload a snippet here first before taking courage to upload it there.

MINORS DNI (suggestive content aka blood and violence).

"I was weak."

"That's why I needed you."

"Needed someone to punish me for my sins…"

Those were the last words of Leonardo Hamato before he was subjected to punishment— a pyramid helmet over his face; for his lewd thoughts, and unforgivable actions...

A low, heavy breathing. 

You could hear wheezing on the top floor…

Like some sort of heavy animal hunching on you.

Was someone else in the room, sleeping with you…? You lift your upper body, there's nothing in front of you, or to your sides.

But what kind of human could possibly make that noise?

You decide to leave the safety zone, taking your scalpel on your dominant hand, while the other holds the flashlight. You make your best effort to be quiet and use the wall as support, wincing in silence at your leg that was patched up, still limping. 

The scent of breath is persistent, creaks against the tiles— someone, or something with some enormous steps must be causing this, it makes your diminutive frame shake. The flashlight stops working; the batteries are completely dead, unquestionably a bad moment. You stepped on yet another mannequin, dressed in a nurse's attire, with blood on the lower ruffles of the skirt.

Animalistic sounds that were getting louder, and more erratic; the smell, oh the pungent smell… It was penetrating through your nose, like a hound's distinct sense of smell. Another mannequin falls next to you, ripped to shreds. Same conditions; a nurse's uniform that's been covered in something else combined with the blood, perhaps spit. But it smells spicy, and sweet; like honey, going down your throat when you have a dry cough. 

Whatever was at the end of the hallway was not human. I repeat, it is not human. Danger is closer to you, but you can't go back. They may smell your fear, even worse— detect your presence. 

The howling suddenly stops. And it seems like it's heading in another direction. 

Towards your direction. 

-- Amy Jade.

[pekodayz]

PEKO HI HII WAVES

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☕: How do you comfort each other on a bad day?

answered here :3

and kfc. ummmm......its there in japan...it looks good, they'll go like once. jk twice. then some other fast food place in the AM. loitering....GET OUT.

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

Go drinking. Even tho aini HATES beer, she just drinks wine bc she likes the colors of it. oso does offer a drinking game between the 2. ig aini likes a challenge, so she would accept. at the end, she’s in a drunk-induced emotional breakdown and oso es holding her as he’s trying not to laugh at her (he ends up laughing, then crying too. aini sees that and cracks up and they just lay there. dead.) only on Friday nights cuz they don’t have work Saturday. Aini kinda doesn’t want to admit it but she likes pachinko, her luck is bad tho, so she just loses and sulks. Oso pats her on the back and shoves her, giving her some cash aw. ugh. ….then he smirks and whispers that she’s paying for dinner and aini jumps him. Aini forces oso to go to the mall with her so she can have him carry her stuff (lol he doesn’t want to but Aini’s his friend and he cares abt her so…) aini can’t act cute for shit so she doesn’t try to win him over that way. ugh. she just calls him an idiot and promises him he’ll get food after, so he tags along. every 10 mins asking is it time to eat yet. annoying…..she hisses at him to shut him up bc she never does that(literally) they look odd in the public eye. whining oso complaining that he’s gonna die and aini says TOO BAD. then eventually she’ll feel slightly bad and gets him smth to snack on. he then says that she’s the bestest friend a guy could have and that he spent 200$ on her card. aini teary eyed shaking him. (dw they got paid the next day) also some very intense battle. at an arcade..for like 4 hours. they also love going out to eat with each other bc idk they can talk for hours on end, ew....who can be more annoying in public 3 2 1 go.

ah yeah one more thing. oso smokes yeah but aini is always curious. after work hes like there finishing one up. aini goes up to him and says how gross that must be...insults him once. oso rolls his eyes and says how she prob cant even handle 10 seconds of a cigarette. betted she couldnt and is a pussy. aini says oh yeah? then snatches his cig and holds it in her mouth (not knowing she needs to exhale that smoek OUT..) .she chokes and coughs like crazy, hacking and is on her knees. tears pouring down her face from all the coughing and wheezing. hoarsely saying fuck u. grabbing onto his pantlegs. oso laughing like crazy, crying.. .ugh. he pulls her up and he treats her like a damn child. aini silent, staring at him (throat too fucked to say anything back, so she just lets him. sniffles..whatever he's being nice...wWHATEVR) then they realize that was like an indirect kiss. umm...lets go...

🛡: Who’s the more protective one?

answered here :3

Lol I forgot to include some stuff oopssieessss… ok so oso has this thing where like he gen gets ticked off when some random talks down on aini bc it’s like…it’s not funny when u say it??? im the one who can jab at her, not you? aini uhhh lets oso get talked abt when hes being a perv and stuff, he deserved that. sorry. but she will get annoyed when a random says stuff abt him, then she'll be like how do YOU know that???? then she'll go on a tangent abt how dumb he is and how they will never understand osomatsu like she does. then she stops and pulls out a gun, realizing shes said too much.

[gender-euphowrya]

forager is a fun fucking game actually woah damn

[whxre4hange]

aot characters at uni headcanons :) (because i am miserable at uni and wanna romanticise things)

eren

how did this guy get to uni? i guess we’ll never know. i guess we’ll never know

if it’s zoom, he’s most definitely causing chaos

i’m talking spamming the chat for whatever reason

“haha funny meme”

pretending he’s frozen when the prof (levi) calls on him

“jaeger, i can still see you blinking.” “IM NOT BLINKING ITS JUST A GLITCH- oh- shi-“ *goes back to silence and ‘frozen’ state*

and if it’s in perso, he’s still causing chaos.

“PROFESSOR CAN I ASK A QUESTION?” “yes, you can.” “where’s joe?” “who’s joe?” “JOE MAMA!!!!!!!”  “10% off your first assessment.”

im wheezing

*corrects the spelling mistakes on the slides like the petty girlboss he is*

his major? probably something really really really vague

like

is there a bachelor of edginess?

no? okay well probably studying something in humanities / science

does he study?

lmaoooo…..do pigs fly?

but does he somehow get a perfect gpa?

yeah

cause hes the main character, duh

if you don’t count the 10% professor levi deducted because of the joe mama joke

i dont really have anything else to say about him

but i would hate to have him in my class

mikasa

you know that really well dressed, quiet girl that always catches your eye in your lectures?

ladies, bros, and non-binary hoes, may i introduce mikasa ackerman?

she picks her electives so they match up with eren’s 🥺 

and in those classes

hoooo boy

she’s basically a mum

or a dog mum

keeping eren on a leash, if you will

honestly i see her doing a liberal arts degree, with a major in literary studies (i headcanon her as a lit student im sorry ahh she just has that vibe)

like eren, she has a perfect/almost perfect grades

and that’s because she actually STUDIES

like i said, shes really quiet and reserved & basically talks to no one except eren

but damn is she a boy magnet

*cough* JEAN *splutter* 

armin

he’s most definitely a geography student. dont @ me. i dont take constructive criticism. nor do i take criticism in general.

he’s either the teacher’s pet or hated by the teacher because he keeps correcting them

there is no in between 

like mikasa, studies 24/7

unlike mikasa, either does realllly really well or really really bad

he’s a polarising figure okay

and maybe his results are cause he doodles in his textbooks half the time

it’s not even a textbook at this point it’s a fkn sketchbook (lmao my partner’s maths book in high school was filled with the most amazing intricate doodles and basically no maths but he somehow got high 80s so uh) but yeah thats how i see it

daydreamer :D

especially in grades

wears a cardigan

soft boi incarnate 

goes out of his way to help confused freshmen 

cause he’s wholesome like that

#welovearminclub

sasha

FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR I REPEAT FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR

“i study food. and by study, i mean eat.”

mediocre grades at best

im sorry T_T i love her but i can’t see her being bothered at uni

messes around with connie half the time

or tries to at least

poor connie is trying to study

she is that one kid who brings a whole ass meal into class and eats it very loudly

“okay so if we look at the chemical structure of ca-“ *slurp slurp, BITCH*

there are food stains all over her textbooks and the notes connie forced her to take

connie

okay but he had no idea what he wanted to do in uni

so he just did what sasha was doing

food science buddies :D

much to sasha’s chagrin, his grades are better than hers

because he’s actually STUDYING

and idk NOT EATING DURING CLASS

they aren’t perfect grades but they’re good

he’s pretty quiet in class

he’s just tryna pass

and control sasha

idk which one’s harder

i envy the man tho

jean

commerce. major. or smth to do with business

he is so goddamn cocky im sorry it drives me insane

well dressed rich boi vibes

to his credit, he studies really hard and his grades are really good :)

he chooses electives so that they measure up with marco’s :D

i dont have much to say about him

simps for mikasa and mikasa only

loyal frat boi ig???

marco

music major PLSSS

i see him either being the nerdy boy wearing sweaters that plays ukelele/ acoustic guitar on the stairs (surrounded by fangirls)

or the boy with the kazoo that won’t quit (still surround by fangirls cause who doesnt love a kazoo?)

or both :D

when he sees jean sadly listening to ‘glimpse of us’ while thinking about mikasa 

he decides to jump in w a little bit of musical zang. cause he’s supportive

please see https://www.youtube.com/shorts/g82qI-jdRw4 for reference

you won’t regret it

it isn’t a rick roll i promise

like armin, a vvv sweet boy

will help any of his classmates in need :D 

basically stuck to jean like glue

historia

she’s a double major of law and political science

we love a girlboss academic queen

QUEEN? did ya see what i did there???

cmonnn laugh

SUCH a model student and shes so helpful and sweet aaa

everyone loves her

its impossible to hate her

soft girl mixed w light academia aesthetic :D

she is an angel incarnate 

perfect grades perfect social life perfect everything 

also a perfect girlfriend

*stares pointedly at ymir*

ymir

studying criminology because it has similar units to law

and someone in particular is doing law

you catch my drift?

she really doesn’t wanna go to class but will go if historia is going

*historia*ns will say theyre just friends

but we all know better :D

she doesn’t talk to anyone unless its historia

and shes got such a resting bitch face that no one dares approach her

even the professor is scared to call on her

she gets mediocre grades, but they improve when historia forces her to study

hanji

hanji my beloved <333

she’s a professor

the crackhead professor everyone likes

probably chemistry / physics / human bio

something sciency

100% will use her students for her experiments

with consent ofc 

it’s the 21st century after all

veryyyyy disorganised

will 1000000% forget she had class 

turns up 15 minutes late and fuming at the lack of organisation

“WHO THE FUCK IS RUNNING THIS CLASS?” 

“you are, professor”

“oh.”

i love her sm

i hate all sciences but i would study it if she was teaching it

levi

you know shota aizawa from mha?

yeah

that. he’s that guy

he does not fucking want to be there

what does he teach? probably politics or something to do w humanities

he calls his students ‘brats’

but affectionately

right?????? RIGHT????

his dead eyes scares all of the students so much that no one dares say anything

even when he’s asking  them questions

all silent

except for eren

who he tells to shut up 24/7

“class is cancelled because i don’t want to be here. go home, brats.”

if you dare fail his class…just write your will okay?

erwin

10000% a history teacher aHHHH

(totally not biased because i love history)

he’s so passionate about what he does! 

he definitely does re-enactments of battles with help from his students

kinda like rengoku’s spin on a history teacher

is really enthusiastic! 

all of the students love him

some love him a lil toooo much

cmon, you see it too right?

takes students under his wing

just

a ball of sunshine

best professor ever

ahhhh it makes me so happy thinking about it

reiner

first, i would like to establish that we love reiner in this household

and if you don’t agree, LEAVE

seriously tho the guy needs a hug, therapy and cookies

i headcanon him as a humanities and psychology student!

he just wants to learn about the world and make it a better place okay ):

i could also see him as training to be a psychologist

the therapist-type of psychologist that is (clinical psychologist for all you fancy smartpants out there)

studies very very hard!

he throws himself into his work 100000%

all or nothing

speaking of which

he’s all about taking care of his education and his physical fitness too!

soft gymbro reiner

the nice gymbro that drinks respect women juice daily

yeah we stan him :D

probably really popular amongst the ladies and the gays but is too clueless to recognise it

annie

okay first, she’s definitely doing criminology

with the aim of going into the police force

(where i live, you have to do a degree in crim before working as a police - i think :D)

cmon she is canonically in the military police

there is no way she wouldn’t do it in uni

she never ever ever turns up to class

she just doesn’t like people okay

she would much rather be curled up in her dorm with her noise-cancelling headphones

doing her classes online

but if she’s on zoom

camera off, mike off

catch berty dragging her grumpy ass to exams

“ANNIE, YOU HAVE TO ATTEND EXAMS IN PERSON”

*camera cuts to annie who isn’t even planning to do exams at all*

she doesn’t study much

she’s really passive about uni and she doesn’t really care

but she does really well, she has a talent for crim :’)

girlboss incarnate

bertholdt

he is doing a very very very broad humanities degree

our aimless lil boi :’(

managed to do a few crim units to match with annie

( a simp)

always shows up to class

perfect attendance

10/10

but thats only because he hopes that annie will be there

which she never is

really quiet but sweet

mediocre to good grades but nothing out of the ordinary

he’s kinda the boy next door vibes

always wears the same blue sweater

pieck

mommy

mommy? i mean sorry mommy

sorry it just keeps slipping out

thats what she said 

aNYWAYS

she is a very homely and sweet honours student!

like reiner, probably a psych student

cottagecore aesthetic. i dont make the rules.

shes still a student but everyone thinks she’s a professor cause she’s so talented and smart and- adulty?

she has her life together, on the surface

but uh

yeahhhhhhh if you catch her in her natural habitat, her hair is all askew, notes are everywhere and shes crouched on all fours scribbling away at her work

porco

immediate rich daddy boy’s vibes im sorry

“MY FATHER SHALL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” - porco malfoy 2k22

most definitely studying humanities w/ a major in international law and political science

gee i sure hope he doesn’t run into reiner in the humanities building

THAT would make for some drama

and we don’t like drama in this household!

no, that isn’t popcorn in my hands you see

100% the chaddiest chad to ever chad at the university of chad

IM SORRY OKAY I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT PORCO

TAKE THIS HEADCANON OR LEAVE IT

BECAUSE I SURE AINT TAKING CRITICISM

zeke

i wanna put a forewarning that i have a thing against zeke so proceed w warning

he just gives me bad vibes okay ;-;

he is that professor who wears a trench coat to every single class

even if it’s summer

black. trenchcoat.

his response to every criticism aimed at him? “no bitches?”

i cant fault him for that

like i said, he’s a professor

of political science probs

very very charismatic

the classes he teachers are like a cult fr

they really realllly admire him

alot

like alot alot

okay i think that’s all i can do :’) cause the only other marley person i know well enough to headcanon is colt and im still sad about how he died :(

i hope you enjoyed ! likes/reblogs/shares/comments are appreciated :) lemme know who you want me to do next in the replies xx

might do a part two hehe! i hope you enjoyed :) reblogs (w credit), likes and comments appreciated and encouraged x

[chuuyrr]

Hey chu I just saw na open yung request box mo I'm super excited! I have this weird scenario playing in my head for months baby witch fushiguro and other characters meeting there biological mama? ( if you are comfortable )

- catoru-s

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's biological mama

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, and major themes of angst and fluff

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x child! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (first and second-year students)

aaa hello catoru! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. to be honest, i've never really thought about writing of scarlet baby fushiguro's mama. luckily i had an idea in mind. ok enough me rambling, enjoy reading :) ♡

before you read: honestly, idk who or what the name of the mom was supposed to be, so im going with iryna because iryna is wanda's mom in the mcu, so yeah, also im so sorry for the ending i couldn't help myself HSKSJHWJS

after for what seemed like forever, gojo had finally found who was toji's third wife; your biological mother. at first, gojo had no plans of finding anything about your mom because he had always assumed she was dead, and well, you had gojo as your parent, and there's also megumi and tsumiki, but you longed for your mama.

you've wanted to at least know something—anything about her, and eventually, gojo had found her. your actual mom. iryna [surname]. a woman doesn't seemed to be taking toji's surname. before gojo had any plans of having you meet her, he decided to confront the woman himself first. gojo wanted to be sure that whatever information the zenins had on your real mother was true and not a fake to lure and trap you. it was rather strange for a woman to live alone out where in the mountains, all by herself in a cabin.

"[surname] iryna, was it?" the limitless sorcerer had found the said woman right outside, trimming branches when she turned around to face the direction of his voice, eyes widening.

he watched her take a step back out of caution. gojo's eyes behind his glasses widened too as he slowly took in her appearance. [color] hair and [color] eyes; she looked just like you.

"you're from the gojo clan. holder of the six eyes." her [color] eyes hardened into a glare. even with her angered look resembles yours when you get upset, although it's a mix of her features and toji's. "what are you doing here? what do you want from me?"

"it's about your child." gojo began, clearing his throat. "[name]."

"i don't want to involve myself with any more matters with you jujutsu sorcerers. not after with what happened." she spat out in disgust and narrowed eyes, "they took everything from me."

shaking her head, she clenched her hands into trembling fists. "i'll never forgive them, or any of you at all. i don't want to hear another thing about toji or [name] ever again."

the woman stumbled and fell forward just as gojo was about to cut in, causing the limitless sorcerer to rush to her aid as she violently wheezed and painfully clutched her chest.

"are you okay?" gojo rubbed her back to calm her down. her coughing fit lasted quite some time before it subsided. "iryna? iryna!"

"i'm fine, i'm fine." she exhaled, gasping for air, before turning to face him. "just get out of here."

"no, i'm telling you, [name]'s alive. i took custody of your child."

gojo explained, pulling out his wallet and taking a physical copy of you and him celebrating your birthday together, which he showed to iryna. the woman was at a loss for words. it was you. a photo of you smiling at the camera and making a three-finger peace sign like gojo, complete with banners and a pikachu-themed cake.

"[name]? that's my baby.."

tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips quivered. when she said your name, there was this longing and desperation in her tone of voice, but it was quickly replaced with resentment.

she shook her head, "no, stop it. this is another lie. this can't be. you jujutsu sorcerers can't fool me anymore!"

"toji left her to me before he died. he never mentioned anything about you to me, so i just assumed you were dead, but i received word of you being alive and residing out here." gojo explained, pursing his lips into a thin line.

"it's for [name]." gojo persisted, "i'm telling you the truth. this is really your child. come with me."

"how do i know i can trust you?" iryna swiped at her tears, "how do i know this isn't another lie?"

gojo drew his black blindfold down to his neck and stared into her [color] eyes with his own determined crystalline blue eyes.

"you're just gonna have to trust me."

"kikufuku! i'm back!"

you were happily playing with the first and second-year students at jujutsu tech after gojo had left, saying he needed to be somewhere quickly. when you heard your adoptive father's voice, you immediately left and dashed towards him, only to realize he didn't return alone.

he was accompanied by another person.

a woman, to be precise.

you took a step back and ran straight into megumi's embrace, who followed you along with the other students after becoming shy, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs. despite her simple flannel and long skirt, she appeared to be very elegant. as his gaze darted towards the new presence, the older fushiguro placed a hand on the top of your head, gently patting you on the back.

"gojo-sensei, welcome back!" yuuji was the first one to speak up and address the stranger he was with, "erm, who's this lady with you?"

"she looks kind of pale though." nobara whispered quietly which maki nodded in agreement with.

"everyone, this is [surname] iryna." gojo cleared his throat, motioning to her, and she bowed in respect and smiled, more like tried to because it was a rather weak smile, but it was a genuine one, "it's nice to meet you all."

as you shyly clutched your half older brother, gojo beckoned you to come to him and her. "kikufuku, she's your mama. the one you wanted to find out about." he smiled softly, "it's her."

as you looked up at the woman who was staring at you with awe, your voice was small, "mama?"

you stared at her for a moment, processing what gojo had just said, as a series of surprised looks and gasps resounded in the air from first and second-year jujutsu tech students. you weren't exactly expecting to meet your mother right now. it was just too sudden that you were a little confused and overwhelmed.

"now that you said it, gojo-sensei. [surname]-san does look like [name]!" panda pointed out, "they both have the same eyes and hair."

"hey, sweetheart," she waved at you and you watched as her eyes wrinkled with delight at the sight of you.. "you.. don't recognize me, do you?" she asked sadly.

you looked up to megumi for help. as your older brother peered down at you, he gave you a reassuring smile, "it's okay, i'm right here. we're here for you," he mouthed to you.

you squeezed megumi tightly before cautiously leaving his embrace and sauntered towards her, nervously fiddling with your fingers. gojo's lips glistened with a smile as he watched you approach iryna.

"she's nice, kikufuku. don't worry." gojo said, gently taking your hand in his and pulling you closer to iryna.

"you're really my mom?" you asked her meekly, your big, curious, round [color] eyes on iryna.

"mhm. um, let's see. what can i do that could ring you a bell?" iryna tapped her chin as she squatted down to your height, "ah, i know just the thing!" she lifted her index finger in the air.

you and everyone else watched as iryna cleared her throat before beginning to sing a song.

"we've been waiting for you. now you are here, more perfect than i imagined. our house is now a home, our house is now a nest. no matter where you go, sunlight shines on you."

your eyes widened in realisation. you've heard of this song before. it was a lullaby, the same lullaby that was sung to you not only by your biological father, but also by your mother—by her, when you were so small. with the help of your chaos magic and her singing, memories flooded back to you. you instantly remembered being held in your parents' arms. no wonder that the tune and melody sounded familiar to you.

"mama.." your lips trembled as tears filled the brim of your eyes. "that song was from you and papa."

with that, you enveloped her with your tiny arms, finally remembering everything. iryna gladly accepted your embrace and returned it with a much tighter hug. as she cradled you against her chest, she smiled. your mother was overjoyed to see you again. as she drew away to press her forehead against yours, she rubbed shapes on your back.

"it's okay, honey." iryna exclaimed, "goodness, you've grown so much. you have no idea how happy i am to see you and be with you again, at least even just for a little longer." she whispered the last part so quietly that none of you heard it.

gojo and his other students were delighted to see you reunite with your biological mother after being separated from her for nearly your entire life. they had never seen you so joyful before. it was everything. they welcomed Iryna with open arms as you dragged her to them, introducing everyone to your mother and even getting them to mingle with her.

iryna happened to be a loving mother. everyone, especially gojo, could tell how kind and caring he was. the two of them had certainly gotten off to a bad start earlier, but it wasn't long before they got along. they've always wondered what your biological mother was like, and they've guessed right. you really did take after iryna despite having some of toji's features.

iryna couldn't stop thanking and apologizing to everyone until she was on her knees, head and hands flat on the floor. she was horribly mistaken in thinking that all jujutsu sorcerers were the same. gojo and everyone had to hoist her up and convince her that it wasn't a big deal, because it wasn't. all was forgiven, and everything was perfectly in place, at least for the time being.

(fun fact: the short lullaby that iryna sang in this writing was the english-translated sokovian lullaby that wanda maximoff, or the scarlet witch, sang to her twins in wandavision)

[yellowsugarwords]

cabin crew hearing the funniest joke they ever heard? (which is.. idk)

oh my god lol okay okay ima write the joke itself and ALSO their reaction.

Luke: "What do you call a fish without eyes? Fsh." Luke burst out laughing, rubbing his eyes in disappointment. He couldn't believe he was laughing this hard at a joke that stupid. "Oh my God," he wheezed out, clutching his stomach. "That's so stupid." He managed out through more bouts of laughter.

Nick: *insert a meme about depression here* Nick threw his head back, laughing erupting from his belly. It was rare to get Nick in such a good mood, and whatever he had been browsing through. "Luke, check this out," he said, passing his phone to his friend. Luke raised an eyebrow, confused at his humour, and it sent Nick into a laughing spiral again.

Pete: "Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field." Pete paused and smirked As he began to laugh, it gradually grew louder and louder. Luke and Nick glanced at each other, stunned that such a simple joke cracked him up as much as it did. Classic Dad joke kind guy.

Rebecca: “That’s a nice ham you got there. Be a shame if someone put an ’s’ in front of it and an ‘e’ behind it.” Rebecca smirked, giggling, then chuckling, then laughing. Alvin smiled at her, loving the sound. He'd always loved that sound. "That is the stupidest thing," she said, waving a hand in front of her face as her laughter continued, trying to compose herself.

Alvin: "What’s brown and sticky? A stick." Alvin burst into laughter, unable to stop the noise from leaving his mouth. He put a hand over his chest, chuckling. He coughed slightly - all of the wind left his lungs from laughing so hard - and then sighed. "Now that was a good one."

Carlos: "Why can’t a nose be 12 inches long? Then it’d be a foot." Carlos hesitated, raising an eyebrow. He didn't understand it, but the more he thought about it, a smirk began to form. Finally, he began to laugh, gradually clutching his stomach. "Wow," he said through a sigh. "Thought you'd like that one, doc." Luke said with a grin.

Sarah: "Why does a chicken coop only have two doors? If it had four, it would be called a sedan." At first, she didn't get it. Her father needed to whisper in her ear a brief explanation. She laughed faintly out of courtesy, but it wasn't until half an hour later did she gradually begin to giggle louder and louder. She was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe or speak. Carlos hadn't seen her that happy in ages. He smiled, basking in the sound of her joy.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[shywhumpauthor]

NO. 3 HAIR'S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | "Say goodbye." | Impaled

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Cw: guns, blood, restraints, kinda stress position? Idk pretty short and mild chapter

Time itself seemed to skip up in that moment, a scratched record catching to a halt before jumping ahead moments later. Not a single coherent thought flashed through Whumpee’s mind, their eyes locked unblinkingly at the sleek black pistol just inches from their forehead. They could feel a deep cold flood through their chest, every bit as terrible as the warm blood still dripping down their face.

“I will give you one more chance, sweetheart.”

Though the man’s voice was smooth as honey, sickeningly sweet as it slowly flooded through Whumpee’s mind, it left behind the feel of a thousand bee stings, sharp and jarring to the core.

“Tell me your name.”

That was the moment time skipped ahead. They had no recollection of speaking, or of even thinking about speaking, but at that point it had been merely out of survival instincts that they stammered out their name. But the satisfied smirk that curled across the man’s lips told them that they must have done as he wanted, because next he was lowering himself to one knee, lessening the distance between the two as he pressed the gun against their forehead, the warning of his finger against the trigger enough to make them cautious to breathe.

Daniel’s hand wound even tighter in their hair, and though his knee dug into their back, pinning them to the ground, he forced them to look up. Whumpee could only gasp, a small hiss of air slipping between their teeth as the muscles along the front of their neck strained.

“I suppose it’s only fair I tell you mine, now, isn’t it, darling?” The man said with the release of a breath, giving off an air of satisfaction as his free hand moved to Whumpee’s chin. They could only tremble, a small sound of fear slipping from their throat as the man’s thumb brushed across their lips, wiping away a bead of blood that had been caught in the corner of their mouth. “I suppose you’ve heard of me. After all, it is my house you seem to have snuck into.”

Whumpee wasn’t sure what came over them, whether it was the fear or the adrenaline built up behind their muscles, muting every sense of impulse control. Whatever it was, they regretted it the moment the word slipped from their lips.

“Hh’se?”

Their voice was slurred, barely audible, but it seemed as if Whumper had understood them just fine. For a moment, his expression remained stoic, before a grin cracked through the stony facade and he let out a chuckle.

“I suppose it is a bit bigger than your average house, but yes. It’s my house.” He smirked, his hand slowly trailing from their jaw to brush against their neck, making Whumpee’s chest constrict. “Now, may I ask, what exactly are you doing in my house, Whumpee? Are you part of the papers? An investigation, perhaps?”

Whumpee could barely shake their head no, cringing as the gun pressed harder into their skull.

“Then how, dare I ask, did you end up here? You certainly weren’t on the guest list, no, I’d remember a face like that. And that name, I’ve never heard it before. So, darling, I will give you another chance. What are you here under?”

Whumper’s gaze raised for a fraction of a second, locking with that of the man behind them. Whumpee let out a small whimper, their scalp burning with pain as their hair was pulled even harder.

“I dd-‘nhh kn..’w-” They wheezed, the new stress beginning to restrict their breath. “mhh n’t whh..k’n ffh.. nhh’ne…”

Whumper’s gaze remained locked on their head, his finger tightening against the trigger.

“Release them.”

The two short, clipped words drew a near instant reaction as Daniel suddenly let go of their hair, his knee moving from their back, allowing them to draw in the first full breath they seemed to have taken in the past—what, fifteen minutes. Their lungs burned with relief as they let out a couple dry coughs, trying to regain control of their breathing through the metallic coating that lined their throat and mouth.

“How did you get in.”

It wasn’t a question this time. Whumper’s demand rang clear, cutting through the air just as smoothly as the small click when he released the safety from the pistol.

“I- ‘shh… an inv’t..” Their voice cracked, a deep breath leading them to another small coughing fit as a bit of blood trickled down the back of their throat.

“And how did you end up with an invitation?” He pressed further, a clear disbelief lacing his tone as he glared down at them.

“Bhh.. mis’hake,” Whumpee whimpered, their heart beating strong against the inside of their rib cage, they were sure that Whumper could feel their pulse from where his hand still caressed their throat. “Rr’hng adr’th..”

With a sound of annoyance, Whumper’s gaze rose once more to Daniel’s.

“You said you have their phone?”

“Yessir,” Daniel nodded. “It’s back across the hall-”

“Good,” Whumper cut him off with a single word and a wave of his hand, flicking the safety back on the gun and shoving it away. “I don’t have the patience to deal with their stuttering. Bring them to a room, get them some ice and a washcloth. If any more blood gets on my nice floors I swear I’ll be using your paycheck to reimburse the damages.”

Daniel’s pride seemed to be knocked down a notch or two by that. He gave a stiff nod, grabbing a fistful of the back of Whumpee’s shirt and wrenching them to their feet. The later let out a small gasp, a deep pain lacing through their skull, knees threatening to buckle under them. Daniel’s grip tightened the slightest, his other arm moving to grip Whumpee’s bicep as he began to drag them forwards.

“In fact,” Whumper thought out loud, his voice causing them both to freeze. Daniel turned, glancing over his shoulder. “Bring them to the Northern wing, third floor. Room across from the office. And for the love of god- untie them. That’s just embarassing…”

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Honor Roll - Chapter 2

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Chapter List: 1 2(here!) 3 4 5

Characters: Jin Grandet, Nokto Klein

Rating: G (no warnings)

Word Count: 2,013

A/N: Wow, this chapter has been stuck in the editing void for 2 months now, it's just insane how life eats up the days like little snacks.

Idk if it's too late now, but this is technically a continuation of the first chapter which was part of @atelier-maroron's 2022 Spring Bouquet Content Creator Challenge, so also technically a continuation of that prompt as well.

Will Jin make it back to the kitchen in time for the picnic? Will Nokto tell us why he's lurking around in the library? Will I ever finish this saga before next Spring? Tune in next time on... whatever this is 🙃

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Jin couldn’t recall the last time he ran through the palace halls. He figured it would have been to chase down one of his brothers, but it had been years since he last played tag. He remembered how the youngest ones would complain about how he would catch them too quickly, pointing out that his legs were much longer than theirs, but their shrieks of protest would quickly turn to ones of delight the moment he lifted them onto his back and shuttled across the grounds. He let the memory linger a while in his mind as he caught his breath by the library entrance; he truly did not want to be the cause of any of his brothers’ dismay ever again.

His determination slightly faltered however the moment he pushed through the massive oaken doors and gazed upon the dozens of stacks towering before him. Hundreds of books loomed overhead of varying sizes and thicknesses, and Jin’s spine gave several sharp pops as he swiveled his head taking it all in. He rubbed the back of his neck, set the basket on a desk near the windows, and glanced at the grandfather clock mounted at the apex of the room. 

9:28 . If the rolls needed an hour to prepare like Belle claimed, that meant he had just over an hour and a half to find the book, read up to the passage about the Forest King, and make it back to the kitchen. Mentally kicking himself for not asking Belle where the book was stored, he resigned to scanning the shelves that contained the fiction novels and hoped he’d stumble upon it soon.

The first half hour passed with no luck, and panic started to settle in Jin’s mind as his finger brushed over the final covers of the fiction stacks. Belle said the book would be here, and there was only one person in the entire kingdom he trusted more with the library catalog. The titles did all start to muddle together after the first couple hundred, was it possible he passed over it without noticing? No, if there was one thing Jin was confident in, it was his eagle eyesight.

Well… that and his ability in charming women, but it seemed both were failing him today.

Perhaps the fiction section was larger than he thought? The grandfather clock began its head of the hour ringing as he raised his head and gave a quick pass of the shelves he just searched, then backed up slowly, one step per chime, adding more and more rows to view. 

4… 5… 6… His lips silently moved as he counted until his back bumped into something soft and he toppled over.

“Arggh!” groaned a voice under him.

Jin scrambled onto his knees and turned to find Nokto lying on the floor beneath him, bug-eyed and grabbing his stomach while he coughed and hissed in between clenched teeth. He had fallen directly onto his sword, and it looked like the hilt jammed uncomfortably into his abdomen.

The clock completed its tenth chime just as Jin walked Nokto over to the nearest table and sat him down. Nokto hugged his gut, bent over, and coughed profusely while Jin awkwardly patted his back and quick-fired apologies. 

When Nokto could finally speak, he wheezed, “Was going to tell you — cough — you hid your naughty magazines over on the back shelf. Figured your memory was finally starting to fail you — cough — old man.”

Jin ceased his patting and frowned. “Do you really think that’s the only reason I’d come to the library?” he asked.

“Isn’t it though?” Nokto rested his arm on the back of his chair and lifted himself to meet Jin’s eyes with a challenge. “Of course, I’ll bet you’re telling everyone who passes by that you’re reading up on economics or something, like a good prince.”

Jin took a seat and knitted his fingers together. He considered himself to be on fairly good terms with Nokto; the boy rarely interfered with his day-to-day proceedings and he could always count on Nokto to lighten the mood with some witty banter. However, it was common knowledge throughout the palace that Nokto’s favorite bantering victim was Yves, and Jin figured it would be best not to privy the fox to his true purpose.

“Secrets and lies… my-oh-my, I do so love a good game of fox and mouse.” Peering down from atop the jumble of twisted oak branches, the wounded fox shakes his lustrous tail side-to-side hypnotically, as though casting a spell on the adventurer. The dense thicket behind him growls with concealed dread and alluring mystique, though its riddles pale in comparison to the danger in the fox’s twinkling eyes at the sight of the adventurer’s unease. “Do try to keep me entertained longer than the last one.” 

“Is it so hard to believe that I’ve found a new hobby in reading?” said Jin airily, catching a glimpse of the clock overhead to avoid the look of suspicion growing on Nokto’s face. 

10:02. He wondered if he could convince Nokto to help him search for the book. “In fact, I was just in the middle of searching for my next great caper. Belle recommended this one to me, One Step Back, Two Springs Forward . Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

But Jin received his answer the instant he saw the look of discontent enveloping Nokto’s face. 

“Ugh, not you too. It’s all the noblewomen have been talking about since Valentine’s. It’s all forests and magic and friendship with them, can’t even mention the word ‘Spring’ without one crying all over you.” Nokto rested his head on one hand and turned his gaze towards the window as if the mere sight of the books repulsed him. “I tell you, the season’s just started, but Summer can’t come soon enough!”

“So you’ve read it then?” Jin asked hopefully.

“No, and I’ll thank you never to make such an atrocious suggestion again,” tutted Nokto. His eyes steered to the basket at the edge of the table and he lazily reached over to it with his free hand. “And even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t find it here.”

“Why not?” 

Nokto pulled the basket towards himself and narrowed his eyes at Jin. “It’s not exactly what I’d call your brand of literature. Why do you want to read it so badly? ” he asked.

Despite his injury, the fox gracefully leaps down from his perch onto the prickly forest floor without so much as a totter, and advances towards the adventurer.

Jin felt his palms start to grow sweaty. “I hear it’s full of desserts and I wanted to see if Yves would make me some.”

“That so? Looks to me like you’ve got enough here to last you a while.” Nokto lifted the lid and peered inside hungrily. “Maybe I could give you a hint as to where it is… for the right price.” 

Jin hesitated as he watched Nokto pick a roll out of the basket and examine it admiringly. Surely Nokto would recognize Yves’s handiwork the instant he bit into the pastry, and surely he would  waste no time in tattling to Sariel or the other princes.

Jin’s gaze dipped to Nokto’s other arm, still clutched protectively around his midsection. He could stop Nokto easily if he wanted to in this state, it would take little more than a grab and a shove…. No, the guilt of hurting him already rattled so madly in his mind he couldn’t even continue that thought.

“Of course,” the fox continues, his beady eyes never wavering from their target, “the law of the forest dictates I am entitled to fair compensation. An eye for an eye, after all. So what shall I take from you?”

Jin closed his eyes and sent an apology to Leon and Belle; they were no doubt out there busting their guts trying to fix a substitute up in time. He prepped another apology for Yves; maybe if these signals reached him they’ll temper the blow when Jin delivers the truth in person. Finally, he gave a silent prayer for all the future delicacies he would be denied when a devilish idea popped in his head.

“If the right price is one cinnamon roll, then you’ve got a deal,” said Jin, leaning back in his chair and smirking. 

Nokto gave him a wary look, but bit into the pastry with gusto.

“As I thought, this is Evie’s work, which means you've been lying to me, old man .” Nokto took extra care to enunciate the last words as he finished off the roll and licked his fingers. “Now the question remains, why were you hiding in the library after plundering our poor brother’s toils when you were explicitly told it was forbidden?

Jin raised a hand. “Now hold on, a deal’s a deal. You’ll have to hold up your end of the bargain first.”

With the aura victory, Nokto folded his hands behind his head and smirked. “It hardly matters at this point, but where would a book be if it isn’t found in the library?”

Jin frowned at Nokto’s typical circumvention. “How should I know? That’s why I’m asking you.” 

“Come on, it’s really not that difficult.” Nokto said.

“A bookstore? Hasn’t been added to the collection yet.” Jin offered.

“Not quite. There are more ways to get your hands on books than just buying them, you know.”

“Someone borrowed it then!”

“Right! And aside from our sweet Belle, who in this castle is the most up-to-date on the latest book trends?”

Jin felt those last words hit his ears like a well-rounded punch. “Not him ,” he moaned.

Nokto nodded his head sympathetically. “Afraid so. Saw Clavis giving it to him yesterday. You could probably ask if he’s done with it, though I highly doubt he’d be up yet…. Ooooh, this is not your day, big brother.”

Jin scowled as Nokto chuckled derisively. The only consolation he felt was that Nokto appeared to still be gripping his stomach in pain while he laughed, though it pained Jin himself that his mind came to that conclusion.

“At least I won’t be alone in that regard,” Jin replied, and Nokto wiped away a tear. 

“Sure, I guess you’ll have poor Evie to confide in, though I doubt he’ll be in much of a comforting mood after he finds out what you’ve done,” he hiccuped. 

“You mean when he finds out what you’ve done. The decree did say any prince would face punishment if he ate one of Yves’s desserts,” Jin said.

Nokto nearly choked on his laughter as it died out, gripping his sides more strenuously as he forced himself to lift his head. He wildly shifted his gaze between Jin and the basket as if both conspired against him before finally landing on Jin with a wide grin. 

“You’ve beaten me, nicely done. You may proceed, but be warned of what lies ahead.” The fox winks, turns back towards the flora abyss, dives in headfirst and vanishes into the night. “Oh, I do hope you’ll come play with me again.”

“And I thought I was the sly one,” Nokto said gruffly. “What do you want then?”

“Just keep Yves out of the kitchen. He’s having a picnic at noon, tell him Belle’s going to bring his dessert to the site for him.” Jin picked up the basket and started towards the door.

“That’s all you’d have me do? You really pulled the short end of the stick here,” Nokto called after him.

“Consider this my atonement for my transgression. Besides, I feel kind of bad tricking you into it.”

Nokto huffed as he stood and scurried up beside Jin. “Well, I don’t fancy feeling like I owe you something, so I’ll let you in on something else.” He balanced himself with one hand on Jin’s shoulder and rested the other on the basket. “Recently, King Highness has been indulging Luke during his snacktimes. I’d say it wouldn’t hurt to offer him a trade,” he said sweetly, patting the lid.