#he's not that type of monster even though he will still leave lots of “marks” after himself

[kl-silly-fox]

How sad would u all be when I say that in future, in Butcher Vanity au, there would be a couple S/A attempts?

But they would mostly be interrupted or Simon will stop in the right moment himself

@spiderlilyforlife here :_]

[f4nrir]

eddie brock/venom nsfw alphabet

hi! i'd love to see an nsfw alphabet done for eddie brock/venom, C, K, M, W, P, L, & T :D

Eddie Brock/Venom nsfw alphabet

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Eddie's preferred way would be cumming all over your face and stomachs, depending on what you two are doing. When you suck him off, he'd rather not have you swallow his cum. Even though he splits a body with Venom, he's still a cleanly man and finds it perturbing. If he's pleasing you, he wouldn't mind if you make him swallow since he enjoys it. He feels as if he isn’t “clean” enough to have that done to him, due to the symbiote living inside him. Venom on the other hand is quite the opposite, he'd use you as his own cum dump and would want you to also fill him up. He has plenty to produce and finds satisfaction in seeing your hole leaking with his cum and when it's his turn, he'd want the same thing.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage - Eddie and Venom have a huge thing for being tied up, unable to move within your control. Even though they're extremely strong, they somehow melt like putty when you are in control and can't seem to get out of the ropes. On the other hand, seeing you tied up makes them feel more power and takes advantage of that in every way, with consent of course.

Praise - They both love being showered with praise and attention, especially when they're pleasing you. Your pleasure matters the most to them and hearing encouraging words only makes them want to perform even better. Your moans are enough to drive them crazy but with a mix of praise, you're up for a long night.

Tentacles/Monster(?) - When venom takes over, he penetrates you in different ways. Whether it'd be his "dick" or tentacles, which he prefers. He feels as if it accurately assembles his character, as he is an otherworldly creature. With this method, he can please you in many different ways at the same time and overwhelm you with different sensations.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The littlest sounds emitting from you is enough to get them going, even if you didn't mean it in a sexual way. A small grunt or moan from pain, you can expect them to start peppering your neck in kisses and rut against you.

Simply sitting down on your lap and feeling your bulge feels like ecstacy, expect an innocent cuddle session to turn into a night full of rough fucking on both ends.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

They love marking you. When they’re pinned below you as you’re thrusting in them, they claw at your back and leave pleasurable, stinging marks. Eddie usually does this as Venom’s sharp claws would do too much damage. But to make sure that you know he’s there, the pressure would be profound.

Eddie also likes being marked up. He loves the sensation of your hot breath against his neck. He likes to know that he’s taken and always loves it when you leave love bites all over his neck. Venom enjoys it too, as his senses are heightened and he’s more sensitive to your touch.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Eddie’s thrusts are at a medium space, keeping it slow yet making sure he hits the right spot over and over again. When he’s riding you/fucking himself, he prefers it rough and fast. Depending on the mood though, sometimes he’d only want to make sweet, gentle love.

Venom loves it rough and fucking each other like animals in heat, he craves you all the time and can't seem to get enough of you. He isn't the type for sweet love making, lots of rough sex is what he provides best.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Because of Venom, Eddie prefers private spaces with lots of room to be able to do extensive activities. He's also possessive, he doesn't like showing off your body to anyone else. Quite the opposite of Venom, he wouldn't mind doing it anywhere and prefers it to be that way. He loves showing you off and have people with exotic interests watch you please one another. It's not quite common to find people like that though, so it happens once in awhile.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They have plenty. The pair are always together, which comes with experimenting whenever they're bored. They always want you to join and everyone takes turns, however, they prefer pleasing you the most and could go for hours doing what you'd like to do.

[chronicsinner]

The HeadCanon's of ChronicSinner - Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Hiya! I kind of wanted to post more of my original works on this account but unfortunately most of them have been deleted. Luckily though, I do have a lot of them stored else where, so here is one of my old works, edited a little so the writing is less shitty lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Greed will look at attractive girls when they walk by, he can't help it! I mean after all, he is the personification of Greed and his cupidity runs deep within his core. Despite his vices, however, he would never actually cheat on you. He wouldn’t trade you for the world

On the same token, he is also the jealous type. (What, Greed being jealous? Who would've thunk' it!) He doesn’t like other men flirting with you and isn’t afraid to tell them off. He might even use the Ultimate Shield as a scare tactic.

Greed sometimes wishes he was human so he could grow old and experience things only humans can with you. He won't ever tell you this though, he wants you to view him as confident and he struggles with being vulnerable.

You are one of the only people he is willing to share things with. He may still be hesitant with certain things but he will eventually give in. "Hmph, fine go ahead.." he would sigh, handing you the item.

Greed likes to tease you, He will photo-bomb your selfies and will give you rabbit ears. He may also surprise you by sneaking up on you as the Ultimate Shield.

Greed is a big spoon and loves taking you into his arms. It comforts him knowing you are all his.

He calls you babe and doll as pet names.

Greed isn’t used to being romantic, struggling with it at times but he tries his best to show his affection. "Here, I found some flowers down at the supermarket. I thought you might like them."

Greed is very hesitant to say he loves you. He finds sappy stuff like that embarrassing. Its one thing to lie to seduce woman but its incredibly daunting to say something vulnerable and actually mean them. Despite his shyness, he absolutely ADORES you.

If He is caught blushing or being anything that makes him feel exposed, he will make a hasty excuse out of embarrassment. He will get even more agitated if you tell him you find this cute.

NSFW HeadCanons:

As previously touched on, Greed loves to tease you and he loves to make you beg.

Greed is a rough and sloppy kisser.

While Greed does lean more toward the dominant side of things.. This homonculus is a SWITCH, no doubt about it.

When Greed is dominant with you, he leans more into the dynamic of being a soft dom. Biting and sloppily kissing your inner thigh, whispering things as you fuck like "You are doing so good for me, doll.. Taking all of me like t-this.."

Because he is the embodiment of Greed, he can be possessive and isn’t afraid to leave hickeys or bite marks on you that take days or even weeks to heal. He will complain if you try to cover them up with clothing or makeup, wanting the world to know you belong to him. He doesn't mind if you leave marks on him, though he doesn't like it when other people notice.

Greed can become impatient if you tease him. Seeing what he does to you is a huge turn on. He loves seeing how much he can get you hot and bothered.

He will get annoyed if you refuse to sleep or flirt with him in his carbon form. He wants you to be into him both as a human and a monster. If you find him attractive in his Carbon form, it will give him a sense of pride when you two are intimate like that.

Greed loves it when you beg for him or even just express the simple desire for his attention; it fuels his ego. "Oh? Does my little doll need her man's affection? How cute."

[daughterofadeadman]

The Bonds That Tie:

Head cannons 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+

Bc there is literally no fucking content for this book series and I love the fucking characters so much. Some of the head cannons are horny some are just really sad. Spoilers for sure but if you don’t know what I’m talking about it might not spoil anything.

The Bonds That Tie by J Bree

Gabe

He loves the idea that everyone knows his bond wants him.

If he could get away with it he would 100% show everyone in town just how much his bond wants him iykyk

He LITERALLY asked if he could eat Oli out on the back of his motorcycle 😭😭 he doesn’t care if it’s in public

I also think he loves when Oli wants to fuck more than one of them at a time. It’s like a competition in his brain.

He wants to be the one to fuck her the best. He wants her to crave him just as he craves her.

I also think it hurt him the most when Oli disappeared. Everyone else already had some type of trauma before that but Gabe didn’t. He literally had a full on break down when he found out she was gone. Plus he was only 14 when it happened.

Gabe didn’t know what it was like NOT to be loved. Everyone loved him so why was it that his bond, the one person who would love him above all else didn’t want him? That broke him.

Atlas

It feels out of character for me that Atlas is covered in tattoos. He comes from a very wealthy family. And he is like indestructible. So I think they were a form of self harm for him.

Like he’s this self assured asshole rich kid that can do or say whatever he wants bc there will never be any consequences. Except he doesn’t think anyone really loves him.

It’s not until he understands what his mother did for him does he understand and she loved him in the only way she could.

When Oli disappeared I think it solidified in his mind that no one would ever really love him. And that’s when I think he found a way to start getting tattoos. And that shit would have to hurt like hell bc, like I said indestructible. So a little needle isn’t gonna do it.

Gryphon

Gryphon fucks. That’s not even a head cannon that’s just fucking cannon.

This man. This man I stg.

While I know Gryphon knows Oli doesn’t belong to him, I also know that when he is fucking her he wants her to forget that.

This is a man who asks her who her pussy belongs to and if she answers wrong he makes her regret it.

Also he is into her leaving marks. He wants the rest of the bond group to know just how much she likes fucking him. And he does know bc he can literally read her mind.

Plus I think when she was still living in the dorms, even though he trusted Gabe to walk her home and keep her safe, he sat out in the parking lot or hung out on the first floor with the security guard to keep her safe.

Okay not just to keep her safe he was also so fucking scared she would run away again and he couldn’t live with himself knowing she was out in the world and didn’t want him as much as he wanted her.

North

The reason North is so mean to her when she first got back is because she hurt Nox. Not because she left him. He can deal with people being mean to him, hating him, but his brother doesn’t deserve that no matter how big of an asshole he might be sometimes.

The reason he thinks she’s a gold digger is bc the only women who would look past the monster of his bond were women who wanted his money. Why would his bonded be any different?

The night they went to the dinner party together he let himself pretend that it wasn’t fake. That he could kiss her whenever he wanted to. That he could hold her hand and she wouldn’t pull away. That she wasn’t acting. That every night she could be his and love him like he couldn’t love himself. That they could be a normal bonded. But when she looked at him with hate in her eyes he was reminded that she wanted to run away again and wouldn’t tell him why. That is the reason when she asked for them to stop at a store he ignored her. If she couldn’t love him then he wouldn’t love her.

But it was so hard. He loved everything about her. He used all of his resources to find out her favorite drink and food. He had contacted every school she had ever went to, every friend she had ever made and asked countless questions in hopes of finding her when she left. If there was anything to know about Oleander Fallows, he knew it. But it didn’t help him get her back.

Nox

Nox didn’t want a bonded. After what had happened in his childhood he didn’t need one at all. He didn’t want one to mirror his parents either. Maybe if he didn’t have to share a bonded with North like his mother and her sister (North’s mother) had he could have given it a try.

But when they got the results back that his brother shared his bonded with him, his heart sunk. Would history repeat itself? Would they be doomed to the same cycle of torture?

Nox wanted to run. He wanted to get as far away from the news as he could. So when he heard that Oli had run the first thing he felt was relief. The second? Sadness. Regret. Longing. And then he settled in anger.

How dare she not want him? How dare she be bonded to him and not want him. Nox felt abandoned. He felt the terror and trauma from his childhood come creeping right back in. So he decided to hate her just like he hated his mother.

He replaced his hatred of one bonded for another.

After a few years of hating Oli and being glad she was gone, she came back. He watched as it destroyed his family once again and he decided that they would all be better if she was gone again. He wished she would just disappear. So instead of being sad that she didn’t love him, that she didn’t want him, that she didn’t care about him, he was angry. So angry he couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t breath. That’s why he started drinking. To be drunk was to be numb. To be numb was to be safe. With her back he knew he would never be safe again.

Oleander

I think Oli’s first kiss was with Nox in the hallway after the tacteam scene and it makes me so mad for her. I hate that scene with Nox so much it made me hate him.

When Oli got away from Davies i think she made up scenarios about each of her bonds. She saw their pictures when she was in the hospital at 14 and their ages so she made up whole lives for all of them. At 16 she decided what Gifts she thought suited them best and what nicknames they might give her. She loved them so much without ever meeting them.

Oli was sure she would die without ever meeting her bonds and she was okay with that as long as it meant they would always be safe.

When she was 14 she was most excited about meeting Gabe and Atlas when she found out they were to be her bonded bc they were the same age as her. Then Nox and Gryphon because 19 isn’t that old but she wasn’t excited about meeting North because he was 24 years old. And that was just gross. What would they even have in common?

When the tacteam found her in the cafe she was excited to see her bonds for the first time but also so fucking scared she couldn’t breath. She never wanted to hurt them.

The first night in her dorm room she cried. She cried so hard she ended up passing out. She cried for all the time she wasted on the run bc what was it for if they were in danger again? She cried for her parents and she cried for herself because she could never have them. She could never love them the way she wanted to because she had to leave them again. She cried so hard and for so long she almost didn’t wake up for class. Her eyes were swollen and her nose was runny.

Oli had a diary where she wrote down all of their last names with hers just to test them out. Oleander Draven? Oleander Shore? Oleander Bassinger? Oleander Ardern? She decided that they would just have to take her last name because she was the central bond. Oleander Fallows sounded best after all.

[mayimkjs]

A Comprehensive Guide to Which Kayano is the Killer

This is like, an entire section of FOOL's MATE so this will probably change. I'm probably not going to update this post, but if your interested in seeing if anything's changed, I encourage you to look at the research doc. This section also has a lot of things that were taken from replies to a post I made on Reddit back in February. All contributors will be credited.

Overall, what this post is, is a compilation of all the theories I've seen about who did what.

Intro

There’s no way to know who committed the murder yet. There are multiple possibilities of who is the culprit. 

We also don’t know how recent all of the murders are. It seems that Mikoto was working right up until he wound up in MILGRAM it seems. Some of the murders do seem fairly recent (ie. Fuuta is still shaken up, Muu saying “before I knew it, I was here” during her first interrogation when asked about the police).

Who is the victim? How many people were killed?

I believe that only one person was killed. In each MV, we only see one person directly killed. All of the mannequins in Double could represent how many people caused him to break due to stress. Here is a list of possible victims, ranked by how likely they are.

His boss (Chief / チーフ)

One of his coworkers

A gang member

A stalker

An abuser

A random person

His dad

Other Alters

Why is his boss the most likely victim?

MILGRAM is careful about giving people names, even if it's something as simple a nickname. He’s the only other name we’ve seen in Mikoto’s story. We’ve also only ever seen one other person. This might be his boss. 

John

John is Telling the Truth

Even though Mikoto is the prisoner, John committed the murders. There are 2 possible reasons for Mikoto being the prisoner in this theory.

MILGRAM isn’t working correctly as it’s never had to deal with someone with DID and thus, marking the host as the prisoner and letting John do as he pleases. 

Since Es, Jackalope and Mikoto didn’t know he had DID, Mikoto is treated as the prisoner since he is the host. (u/Nekokittykun)

He doesn't remember details due to being in some type dissociative or otherwise non-coherent state.

John Forced the Other Alters into Dormancy

A theory that sprung up after the release of Double as none of the mannequins have faces. They’re season 2 trailer line can also be interpreted as John talking about the other alters, right before he attempted to get rid of them all. In Double, the majority of the mannequins appear in the train, which is likely representative of Mikoto’s mind. Then John breaks and "kills" them. 

John might not have killed anyone.

Why is it that MILGRAM treats Mikoto as the prisoner if John is the one that committed the murders? It could be what was just mentioned, or he didn't do it. There are several holes in John’s story; he just killed whoever and does not remember how many he killed. This would leave Mikoto or Midokoto to be the culprit. 

The reason why John acts aggressive, is because he thinks that's the best thing to do to protect Mikoto.

Mikoto as the Culprit

Mikoto killed someone and John is taking the blame. His actions caused him so much stress that John was born. Some scenes in Double that add to this are:

The scene after he gets off the phone with his mom, Mikoto is surrounded by blood and he quickly switches to John.

When Mikoto and John communicate, all of the blood is in Mikoto’s shot. 

There are multiple variations of this theory. 

Why he Can’t Remember

The murder was traumatic to the point of John being born to handle the trauma of Mikoto’s crime and holding all his memories of the murder. John only has hazy memories of the crime and this could explain that. He knows what he did is wrong so he wants to make himself out to Es as the ideal monster that needs to be slain. (u/Sleepy-Head999)

An extension of the last theory, John is trying to cover for Mikoto to protect him. He’s trying to make himself look bad even though he technically didn't do anything. 

He knows what he did but he can't physically remember what happened because it triggers a switch due to stress or he just doesn't remember it. 

Mikoto is very clever and manipulative. He's actually confident about his talents and abilities and knows how to deal with people. He’s been lying the entire time. (u/Chareste17)

Despite John saying that Mikoto would have reached his limit if he hadn't been born, Mikoto actually did reach his limit. Mikoto killed someone because of it, and John was born from that.

Why Did He Do It

Because he feels he has no control over his life whatsoever, he did it as an unhealthy way to forcefully gain control. 

He snapped from the stress. 

Midokoto as the Culprit

Mido manipulated John to commits the murders. He turned all of his pent up emotions into a weapon to get what he wanted. 

Multiple Culprits

Joint Effort Between John and Mido

In MeMe, it seems John and Midokoto are working together. John does the deed and Mido deals with the cleanup and aftermath. There are 2 variations of what happens next.

They are working together to keep this from Mikoto. Mido also has gave John special treatment, as seen in the lyrics to MeMe. 

Mido was watching John and suddenly stepped in to deal with the aftermath because he didn't trust John to deal with it. 

“Joint Effort” Between John and Mikoto

Mikoto briefly fronted when John was about to kill someone. During the murder scene in MeMe, the first time the train passes, it goes left. The second time it passes, it goes right. Using the train directions from Double, this means that Mikoto was in front. He either thought he was in a dream so he swung the bat or John was in the process of swinging the bat. Midokoto or John quickly fronted to deal with the damage. This would make Mikoto a culprit. 

Mikoto Started the Attack, John Finished

This explains that shot in Double where the background is white but the person in the scene is John. Mikoto initiated the kill, and John fronted in the middle of the swing. u/madokabri

Mikoto killed one person, John continued to kill

Mikoto first snapped and killed someone out of his pent up stress. The murder was traumatic to the point of John being born to handle the trauma of Mikoto’s crime and holding all his memories of the murder. He saw that it helped Mikoto in some way, so he continued to kill people who bothered Mikoto a dangerous amount. MILGRAM is judging Mikoto on his one murder which he doesn't remember due to John holding those memories. 

Mikoto is Responsible but John Committed the Murders

Mikoto is what caused John to kill in the first place. Due to Mikoto not creating proper boundaries with others, things kept getting piled on top of him until the stress was to the point where John was born. John doesn't remember exactly what happened because he might have just been born.

In MILGRAM, you just need to be responsible for someone’s death. Mikoto would also be a witness, and if you are a witness but don't do anything, you will be considered an accomplice to the crime.

u/Nekokittykun

Mikoto was being Blackmailed

In Japan, getting fired puts a stain on your record and makes it extremely difficult to find a new job. Getting fired by a top-tier advertising agency would be even worse. It would destroy any chance of Mikoto gaining any opportunities for the rest of his career. So his victim had evidence of him doing something unfavorable. 

Him and the victim met up to talk about the blackmail and it escalated to the point were Mikoto killed him. He brought the bat just in case something happened where he had to defend himself. After he realized what he did, John fronts to take care of the rest. When Mikoto wakes up the next day, he can disregard it as a bad dream.

[eldritch-spouse]

Brenti may be an abomination but he’s SO interesting as a character. I love that we get to ask the questions you’ve already answered about breg and santi and get different answers. What kind of yandere is he? What’s his personality like? How does he meet the reader?

[Christ, hold on hold on-]

What type of yandere is he?

Brenti is just as delusional as Breg is, but instead of being oblivious and relying on cheesy depictions of love made by humans, he adopts Hell's models of love and relationships. Which can be brutally different.

Neither Breg nor Santi are very bright, but Santi has a certain type of street smarts and cunning Breg lacks, and Brenti retains that. What ends up happening is that Brenti passes as a poor ignorant monster that doesn't know much about civilized human living, when he's in fact much more informed than he lets on and is passing himself off that way deliberately to lower your guard.

He can be seen as a dedicated, openly perverted, confident yandere. However, Brenti ends up coming off as if his intentions are a lot more nefarious than they actually are, and he handicaps you early on.

Brenti's ideas of flattery and courtship are a lot more depraved than you're ready for. He has less tact than Santi, so he truly believes telling you how hard you make him and that he'd fill you everyday are genuine, wholesome displays of love and you'll be charmed by him. He's definitely the type to give you "tributes".

How do you meet him?

He's not a fugitive from a breeder facility, and he was conceived (more like cursed to existence) in Hell, but he's been in and out of the surface ever since adulthood- Although he never truly adapted to it, in spite of his fascination. Brenti is in love with certain aspects of human living, and he wants to add a filthy little twist to them, which society won't allow. So he ends up being inappropriate in his half-hearted attempts to fit in, resulting in him getting shunned out of various locations, rinse and repeat until he stumbles upon your general living area.

A lot of things can spark Brenti's infatuation. Maybe a mix of delicious-smelling lust and a genuine desire to help him when he seems lost, he finds you irresistible, immediately expending as much magic as he needs to keep you enraptured with him for as long as he can milk the encounter. It's utterly obvious early on that he's salivating after you, and though his charm is clumsy from overexcitement, Brenti manages to basically steal an entire evening with you.

Cumbrain that he is, he was thinking of fucking you in the nearest convenient surface, but that's gotten him in trouble way too many times, and he's determined to not be driven away from you too easily. It physically pains him to end the encounter without even getting his fingers on you, and he's going to need to relieve himself, but that's a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, everything else goes downhill.

See, much like Breg, this loser creeps into your living space far too easily. Except these episodes are now a lot more detrimental to you. The first thing Brenti does is slap his mark on your body. You may wake up with the pain of it being branded onto your mons, but unfortunately, your face is being pressed hard to the pillow, masking your startled scream as a monster much stronger than you keeps you still with his weight, gently shushing you and grinding two dribbling cocks on your ass. Blunt force makes you pass out.

Maybe you know what the faded thing in your lower half is, maybe you don't, but it's there now. You've already lost.

Every night after that one is spent having wildly erotic dreams while Brenti trains your unconscious body to respond to him, just like it should. He rubs his own seed on your skin before he leaves, causing you to wake up in the middle of the night in fits of feverish lust, longing for something very specific but not being able to place what. You spend your days in a state of bothersome sexual frustration, to the point where it'll start getting in the way of your routines and causing you to lose functionality.

Brenti starts showing up more often around you when you're practically dripping senselessly with desire. It's only a matter of time until you invite him over, he believes.

You'll realize how you've been betrayed when you see the faint mark on your mons become more pronounced the moment you come around his cock, looking up at the blissed out face of the monster who's to blame for all of this...

Personality

While still somewhat socially awkward, the concubus side will translate that demeanor into an oftentimes charming quality of his.

Brenti has his moments of total charm and temptation, but they're not a constant act like Santi's. In fact, he's a lot more genuine than most concubi, which is something you may end up valuing in the long run, even if it means you're often privy to information you don't want.

In a strange way, he's more open to sharing you than Breg ever was but not to Santi's degree. Brenti only has eyes for you, he craves to pleasure you in every way possible, so he's surprisingly okay with letting others worship you. But only that. He's always in control of these encounters and doesn't really seek to fuck the other person, he's more focused on making sure they get you to cum your brains out.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

5: It Has Begun...

♪───✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You want to say that you and Napstablook became friends fast, but the unfortunate truth is that you haven’t seen him in the last six days since you’ve been in the Ruins. Toriel mentioned that she rarely sees that monster in the Ruins, so it’s likely he lives somewhere else in the Underground.

Fucking bummer, man.

So, unfortunately, you couldn’t have a cool bond with the shy ghost. But! There was a certain monster type that you unironically vibed with pretty well.

Yeah, that’s right.

Migosp.

It is THE unlikely friendship of the century. You can’t describe how fucking wacky this shit is, all he be doing is just DANCING his little butt off! You ran into him by accident a few days ago when going on a grocery trip with Toriel (you always forget the Ruins/ Underground is a LOT bigger than what’s accessible in the game), and Toriel was ready to throw hands in your honor.

But Migosp?

He just danced it off.

Literally.

As a joke, you hit that yoinky sploinky to join him as a show of good faith. But what you didn’t know was that it was practically an invitation for Migosp to declare you as the best dance partner in the history of Forever. He practically followed you and Toriel to the store, just dancing without a care in the world and pointing at you to take your turn at hitting the gritty.

Is the Author using enough Gen Z words yet? Probably not.

While Migosp wasn’t the greatest companion (“What? I don’t feel like talking. I just wanna dance!”), he liked you enough that he stuck around whenever you saw him. You doubt he’d protect you if there was a threat, but he was there for sure.

Froggit was another monster type that you love so much. They just wanted pets and compliments for most of the time. Some of them would even solve the puzzles for you and Toriel whenever they see you come by to save you time. You remember that they are pretty intimidated by Toriel, so it is possible that they’re only nice to you because of her. But you want to think that you’re likable enough for them to want to befriend you naturally.

Now the Loox monsters…

They were just… kind of there. You try not to stare at them, but they are a lot scarier in person than in-game (go figure).

All of the monsters are bigger in person than you thought. You suppose it’s because they are monsters that they will naturally be bigger than a human such as yourself. A monster like Loox, for example, is 4’5 (137cm) tall.

THAT SHIT IS TERRIFYING!!

Still, the Loox monsters are on good enough terms with you. They avoid you in fear of being picked on, but then get happy to talk to you when they realize that you won’t bully them. Vegatoids fell into the same category if you’re honest. As long as you ate your greens, they had no qualms about leaving you alone.

Moldsmal encourages you to let out your inner hoe-bag, no surprise there. There is that very fine line though since you’re supposed to be a “kid,” but hey! Maybe all sexy wiggles don’t have to be inherently sexual! Slowly but surely, you can revamp the sexy wiggle to be a sexy wiggle rated E for Everyone.

As for the Whimsun…

They avoided you like the fucking plague. You guessed it was to be expected; they could barely handle Frisk and they were just a little fella.

All in all, your first week in the Ruins? Pretty swell! It’s… It’s boring at times, sure, but it's better than possibly dying.

Today marks the second week (You think…?), and as you’re making your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast, you notice a note on the table left by Toriel, as well as an old phone.

“My dear child,

I will be gone for a couple of hours. In the meantime, please stay within the house, will you not? I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt and me not being there in time to protect you.

Just in case, I will leave you with this cellphone. If you need me for anything, don’t be afraid to give me a call.

Be good, alright?”

A small squeeze in your chest makes you furrow your brows. You don’t really know what that is about, so you just ignore it. You suppose there’s nothing else to do about it; you need to stay in for today until the goat mom gets back. You pick up the phone and turn it in your hand to inspect it. It looks like an old Blackberry phone, but there isn’t a symbol to indicate its brand.

Turing it on, there isn’t much on here other than a calling and texting feature, and the only contact available is Toriel’s.

You sigh quietly and set it back down on the table.

Well…

You glance over to the bookshelf Toriel keeps neat and tidy by the fireplace. You guess you can start reading to pass the time. If you get bored, you can just read the other books in Toriel’s room, too.

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Toriel closes the door behind herself, carrying a few paper bags in her arms. She had been gone longer than she anticipated, it was already lunchtime, and lost track of time. She first went to visit her mysterious friend from the other side of the Ruins. She had forgotten to visit him a few days prior since she had been so caught up in your arrival.

She didn’t feel right to reveal your identity just yet. Not because Toriel doesn’t trust this mystery man, but more out of respect for your privacy. You’re still human, and you might not appreciate her going to tell anyone that information unless you’re comfortable with it.

After all, from what you’ve been telling her, you will be staying in the Underground for a while. You expressed a few times that you don’t desire to go home, nor are you in a rush to leave the Ruins. As it stands right now, you seem content with living with Toriel for as long as she’ll allow it.

And Toriel is VERY happy to have you stay with her.

It’s been so long since someone had visited her and wanted to stay with her, that your presence is warming and healing a very lonely part of her. Every person who has fallen down into the Underground was always so eager to go back to the surface. But you? You seem to understand better than the other humans that if you leave, you’ll die. Perhaps that’s the main reason why you are staying in the Ruins, but whatever the reason is, you’re choosing to spend this time with Toriel.

Of course, she also appreciates her mysterious friend and his company. But there’s only so much a voice and funny jokes can do to keep her company, especially when she gets that underlying feeling that… He only stays around because maybe he feels like he has to at this point.

Before you, Toriel was content with accepting that. That her loneliness had gotten too much to bear, that she would accept any companionship even if it felt like “it has to happen.”

But you’re here now. You don’t make her feel that way. Yes, you’re only staying in the Ruins because you don’t want to die, but you’re not only hanging out with her because you have to, or because you’re obligated to. The small city that lies further into the Ruins has a few inns that you could easily reside in with the help of Toriel.

But no.

Every day, you greet her happily with a good morning. Every day, you ask her if she has any plans for the day. Even on the days when Toriel wants to do nothing at all, you’re happy to sit in silence with her, reading a book or just babbling about your life adventures as the monster happily listens.

Toriel loves your company. Yes, you might be an adult woman, but she will still answer you fondly as: “My child.”

Just like now.

“Ah, I am deeply sorry that I am running later than usual. I had gotten a bit–preoccupied,” Toriel calls out into the home, “But if it makes up for it, I bought a few kits so we can pick up new hobbies. Doesn’t that sound like fun, my child?”

…

But nobody answered.

“[Y/n]?”

Toriel carefully drops the bags and speedwalks to the lounge first, anxiety building in her chest–

It dissipates immediately as she smiles in relief. Your punk-ass is asleep at the dining table, hunched over with your face mushed onto an open book. It looks like you got halfway before passing out. There is a plate of pancakes on the table as well, set where Toriel usually takes her own seat whenever you two have meals together.

Seems like you were waiting for her to have breakfast together.

Her soul clenches in both fondness and slight sadness.

As much as Toriel adores your company, even she is not blind to the other, untouched issue. You are still human. You cannot withstand long periods of time doing nothing and be completely content with it. You are clearly the type who needs something new to do if the stories of your life on the surface were anything to go by.

Toriel carefully pulls your chair back and pulls you out to carry you (perks of being one of the stronger monsters in the Underground, it wouldn’t matter how much you weighed, she could still carry you) to the room you’re staying in. The bed is a little too small for you, as it was made for a child. But the other room under renovation is more of a storage room at this point, so it would be much of a hassle to clean it out at this point.

Maybe you will appreciate the new activities Toriel had bought for you two to share.

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Six months.

It’s been six months since the last Reset.

Six months since Frisk had Reset the timeline from the very beginning and just… left. There hasn’t been any sign that they’ll return, no sign that this is all just some sick joke. Frisk had done a full Reset to the “beginning” and left all the monsters in the Underground for the past six months.

There had never been a gap this long in between Resets, and it was giving Sans the strongest paranoia. He’s slowly coming to terms that maybe Frisk had finally gotten bored of them, or maybe they’re showing him some Mercy and this is their weird way of doing it.

But…

But why set them all back Underground? Why couldn’t Frisk just leave them on the surface? They didn’t even make it to the Judgement Hall last time when the Reset had been so abrupt. Was the anomaly becoming unsatisfied from experiencing the same thing over and over? Sans isn’t sure what the anomaly is, but it stopped after Frisk had left.

He had almost been worried that Frisk was back again when Toriel didn’t show up a few days ago to one of their regular meet-ups. It threw him off that Toriel seemed a little… eager to cut the conversation short to go somewhere else today. He jokingly asked if there was someone else she was looking forward to talking to, but she didn’t give any leeway if that were the case.

Maybe… Maybe it’s just been too long since he’s been able to… live. After all these years of constant timeline Resetting left and right. Strong friendships become less worth investing in, and certain types of affection fade into platonic feelings when the magic of those feelings dies off. As much as it annoys him, the Resets have done a lot of damage to him that would make any angsty teen cringe.

Maybe now, he’s in the clear. Maybe now, Sans can be bothered to try and enjoy things once again.

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You grin widely at the boss monster, “You sure you wanna spend New Year’s Eve here, Toriel? I didn’t think this kinda place was your scene!”

“This kinda place” is a small, reclusive bar in the small city in the Ruins. It’s only been nine days since you fell into the Ruins, and while Christmas wasn’t exactly a great day to celebrate for you guys (neither of you knew each other enough to even want to celebrate it), you and Toriel bonded with each other enough at this point to spend New Year's Eve together. Thankful that you’re of legal age, Toriel suggested that you two go out drinking to get shit-faced (your words, not hers).

“I don’t ever… I haven’t been able to celebrate with anyone in a long time. I know there isn’t much to do at home, so I figured it’d be more fun for the both of us to have fun here,” Toriel looks up at the large timer counting down that had been put up specifically for this day. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“Oh, are you kidding me? I haven’t been able to get shit-faced since I started my last semester!” You grin, leaning against her, “Let’s drink so much, that we immensely regret it tomorrow!”

Toriel laughs and holds up her drink, “To our health!”

You do the same, clinking your glass against hers: “To my favorite liver!!”

“What’s a liver!!”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just drink!! WOO!!”

“WOO!!”

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A/N: I know that the Anomaly is "the player in canon, but not 'round here, partner. Not 'round here

[thornwolfy235]

WIP 4 - Sleeping Arrangements

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

This one is while Reader, Grillby, and Gaster are figuring out this whole poly thing, mainly with how sleeping in one bed will work (or not work). Gaster is post Void and still traumatized by it. Misunderstandings and angst and fluff.

((needs stuff))

Grillby stared at the ceiling. He had felt you leave, but had hoped you were just using the bathroom or getting a drink of water. It was taking you too long to return for either of those things. He looked over to where you should be and felt his SOUL fall. Your hamster plush was gone. You had run away.

“She’s not coming back, is she?” Gaster asked softly from his other side.

Grillby sat up, dropping his head into his hands. “No…no, she’s not,” he said through his tightening throat. He had known there was the possibility you’d do this, but he had hoped you wouldn’t. Why had you left? He thought they had reassured you enough, made you understand that you weren’t being pushed out of the relationship. He thought you wanted this, too. Unless… “A bad memory might have gotten triggered…Please don’t be angry with her,” he murmured.

He felt Gaster’s arms slide around his shoulders. “I’m not angry. Confused and a little frustrated, yes, but not angry.” There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Her former Mate really did that much harm to her…so much so that she can’t believe her current one?”

“Yes,” he hissed, almost startled by the flash of disgust he felt for the man. “I only saw him interact with her once, but it was enough. Masking anger with happiness, ignoring her requests, pressuring her, invading her space…If what I witnessed was anything like how he normally treated her inside the relationship…It must have been awful by the end.” His flames snapped angrily. “He doesn’t deserve the moniker of ‘Mate.’”

“No, probably not. But it sounds like while he never truly saw her as his Mate, she believed he was hers. She loved him with all her SOUL, didn’t she?”

Grillby’s own twisted painfully for you. “Yes. Through all the abuse and the lies, she still loved him, still believed in him, still trusted him. And he played with that trust until her SOUL broke, and then he threw her away.”

The skeleton’s arms tightened around his shoulders. “Did he…did he actually break her SOUL?” he asked softly.

Several molten tears escaped Grillby’s eyes. “Her SOUL clearly had done a lot of healing by the time we Mated, but it still bore the marks of where it had fractured. If she were a monster…she may have even fallen down.” He chuckled grimly. “She’s like you in that she doesn’t do things in half measures. She throws all of herself into anything she does, but it doesn’t occur to her that others aren’t like that. So when she loves, she loves completely, expecting it to be returned. She was taught that isn’t always the case in the most cruel way possible.” He gripped Gaster’s hands, fighting to keep more tears contained. “She’s terrified of going through it again. Please forgive her.”

He felt Gaster’s head press against his back. “There is nothing to forgive...But I had hoped that she understood by now that I want her here as much as you do. I think…I think she and I should start spending more one-on-one time together. Date nights and such, the way we do, and you and her do. I was worried she would feel like she was being pressured to spend time with me if she was nervous to, but perhaps I accidentally sent the message that I didn’t want to spend time around her at all.”

Grillby smiled weakly. “I think she would like that. She’s said to me a few times that she’d like to spend more time with you, but she hasn’t asked you because she’s afraid you’ll find her, quote, ‘annoying.’”

He felt the skeleton’s disbelief in the silence that followed. “How would I find her ‘annoying?’”

“Because of how excitable she is and will, quoting again, ‘happily talk your ears off’ about what interests her.” Gaster snorted. “As though I won’t?” He shifted so his head was beside Grillby’s and nuzzled his cheek. “She shouldn’t worry so. After all, neither of us had ears to begin with.”

The elemental laughed, kissing the bony face beside him. “I know. She’s always been like this, I suspect even before her ex. I think he just made the problem worse.” He sighed, sadness creeping back in. “She was doing much better, until, well…you…us…this whole thing brought everything back to the surface.” “I think she has been doing very well, given what she went through. All she needed was a little time to think this through, a little patience while we all learned how to make this work, and a little respect for her feelings and boundaries.” Grillby pressed his cheek to Gaster’s. “Thank you for giving her all of that.” “You say that like it was difficult. They were all perfectly reasonable things for her to need. Besides, you and I also needed time to…reconnect…after being apart for so long…We both changed during that time. We became different people than who we remembered the other as. There was no way to simply…pick up where we left off,” the skeleton said, something like regret tingeing his voice by the end. “I know. Still, while it may not seem like much to you, it meant the world to her.”

“I’m sure, but it is…appalling that simple kindness means so much to her. That she was not given it or was berated for asking for it to the extent that...that…” He slid back, releasing Grillby from the hug. “Do you think we can convince her to come back?” he asked softly.

He turned to face the skeleton. Gaster was hugging himself, his large, round eyelights fuzzed at the edges from distress. “I don’t know. I don’t want to force her…it might hurt her more,” Grillby murmured.

“I don’t want to force her, either, but I…I don’t want her to feel forgotten. I want her to understand that she is loved and wanted. I want to fix this before it gets worse. Could we go talk to her? Please?”

Grillby hesitated. He didn’t want to upset Gaster further, but he imagined that you were feeling very fragile right now. Having both of them show up might feel like a confrontation, and he didn’t want to do that to you. “Maybe…I should go talk to her alone first?”

Gaster’s jaw clenched for a moment, then released. “Y-yes…Yes, perhaps that would be better. Going together might make her feel cornered. Just…please make sure she knows she isn’t in trouble. I’m not angry with her, but she…she probably won’t believe that, but I’m really not, and I…I…”

Grillby kissed his returned Mate’s forehead. “I will. Thank you. I love you.”

Gaster managed a small smile. “I love you, too. And her. Tell her that as well. Please.”

((needs stuff))

Grillby was slow as he returned to the bedroom, SOUL tight from your tearstained cheeks and now having to let Gaster down. He had managed to fail both of his Mates in a single night. He hesitated just outside the door, not wanting to break the news, distraught enough to forget his natural glow would give him away.

“Skyfire?” He tensed, looking up to find Gaster standing in the doorway. “Is she…Did you talk to her?”

“No, birdwing. She’s…she’s asleep on the couch.” He clenched his jaw, hoping it would be enough to stop himself from saying more, but of course it wasn’t. “She cried herself to sleep,” he admitted in no more than a breath, pressing his head to the taller monster’s chest in defeat.

“There’s nothing for it then,” Gaster sighed, hugging him gently. “We’ll just have to sleep out there.” Grillby leaned back to give him an incredulous look. “It’s simple, really. We told her we would all sleep together. Since she has chosen the venue, we have no choice but to join her there,” he stated calmly, turning away. “W-we…she…A-are you…” He floundered for a response, put off by the other’s sudden distance.

Gaster paused in gathering pillows off the bed to look at him, shoulders sagging a little. “I am still upset, but waking her just to…n-not reprimand her, but…Well, waking her wouldn’t do anyone any good right now. I know her former…fiancé –” The word could not have been spoken with more venom. “– made a lot of promises he did not keep. Even with the progress we’ve all made, words and promises are still tainted thanks to him. ‘Actions speak louder’ and all that, yes? So, we’ll sleep out there to show her we meant it when we said we’d all spend the night together, and in the morning we can sort this mess out.” He smiled, albeit sadly. “It will be like one of those sleepovers Papyrus is always raving about. Now help me with these blankets.”

The pair lugged their bedding to the living room as quietly as they could. While the floor wouldn’t be terribly comfortable, they had dealt with worse (that may have been centuries ago, but the statement was still true). Grillby paused in the as they entered the room, a little uncertain where exactly they should set up camp, while Gaster simply marched up to the couch and dropped his armload of pillows onto the floor next to it. Apparently he had decided they would be sleeping as close to you as possible.

Gaster stood over you, staring down at you for a long moment, then abruptly began rapid-fire signing. Grillby hurried to his side, almost tripping over a loose corner of the blanket he was carrying, only to find that the signs weren’t meant for him. He couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the skeleton’s hands flew, but he caught words like ‘silly,’ ‘worry,’ ‘love,’ ‘want,’ and ‘stay.’ It seemed your sleeping form was getting quite the lecture.

Finally Gaster’s hands fell limply to his sides, chest lightly heaving with phantom-breaths from the effort. Grillby lightly nudged his shoulder to get his attention. < Got that all out? > he signed with a soft smile.

Gaster sighed and nodded, starting to reach out to touch you before quickly pivoting to hug Grillby tightly instead. He held the distraught skeleton for as long as he needed before they set about making a pillow-and-blanket nest beside the couch. Somehow they managed to get settled without waking you.

They sat for a moment, side-by-side in their bedding pile, looking at you. Gaster reached out, green magic humming at his finger tips, and softly brushed your forehead before letting his hand fall limply into his lap with a sigh. Grillby understood the sentiment completely; if only this was something that could be healed so easily. He rested his head on Gaster’s shoulder, taking his hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. The skeleton looked at him, his expression making it clear he was only barely keeping himself from crying. Even if he could speak without waking you, Grillby didn’t have the words to comfort him. All he could do was gently cup the other’s cheek and kiss him.

Eventually Gaster laid down, arms going around Grillby and pulling him down with him. Grillby found himself as the little spoon, tucked against the lanky monster’s form. That was fine by him. If Gaster needed to hold someone, the elemental was content to be that someone. A pair of translucent purple hand-bullets appeared in front of him. < Morning will be better. > Grillby nodded, giving one of the arms around him a soft pat. Emotionally drained but still hopeful that things could be worked out, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

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You were startled awake by a surprised squawk of static followed by a slurred “Wha’? Wha’ happ’n’d?”

Light was just peeking in around the curtains, but the room had a suspiciously familiar ambient orange glow to it. You propped yourself up on an elbow and looked over to find the source of the glow doing the same. Next to him sat a disheveled-looking skeleton, who was rubbing his head. “It’s alright, Grillby. You dropped something, my dear,” Gaster said, holding out your hamster plush.

You just stared at them. “The hell are you two doing out here?” you asked, your sleep-addled mind ever eloquent.

“Sleepin’. Or we were,” Grillby mumbled, flopping back down.

“But why here?”

Gaster withdrew the hand holding your plush, looking down into the poor thing’s squashed face. “Because we agreed we would all sleep together, and then you came out here,” he said, tone clipped.

Your blood ran cold. “You…followed me?”

His eyelights fixed onto your face. “Yes. Perhaps this is a conversation best had when we’re all a bit more conscious, but you should know you really hurt us by leaving.”

You looked back and forth between the two Monsters. “I…I-I thought…” Shame set in as you dropped your eyes to their makeshift bed. “I thought you’d like it if I left,” you finished lamely.

“Why in the world would we like that? We thought we made it very clear that we felt this was the next step of the relationship, for all of us to be together. Do you not feel this way? Why did you agree to it if you didn’t?” Gaster asked hotly.

You opened your mouth, then shut it and looked at Grillby, distressed by the sudden confrontation you found yourself in. He sighed and got up, stretching before touching your head. “I think this is between you two,” he said softly. He patted Gaster’s shoulder. “Be gentle with her,” he added before heading off back to the bedroom.

“I am being –” the skeleton started before snapping his jaw shut. He sighed, rubbing his face, his severity draining away. “No, I’m not.” He sighed again and looked at you, holding out your plush again like a peace offering. “I apologize for putting you on the spot. I am…very emotional right now.”

“I-I’m sorry I left. I didn’t think it would upset you so much,” you said, taking it from him.

He cast you a grim smile. “I know you have a reason for doing so. I likely won’t agree with your rationale for it, but you never do anything without a reason. So why did you leave?”

You took a breath, sitting up fully and crossing your legs, your hamster in your lap. You rubbed its ears as you spoke. “I thought it would have been appreciated. I was…I was afraid you felt like I was taking all of Grillby’s attention.”

He frowned, shaking his head. “But you haven’t. Grillby and I have our date nights. We spend plenty of time together.”

“But not…not in the bedroom. And that’s because of me…Because I asked that you wouldn’t. Beyond just no…n-no sex, that you wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed together.”

“Dear…” He put a hand on the hamster plush’s back, fingers idly stroking the fur. “That was a boundary you set, one that we thought was acceptable and have never objected to.” “But it was greedy and selfish of me.” You cringed as you heard the echo of your ex’s voice in your words. You couldn’t tell if that was actually how you felt or how he taught you to feel. Sometimes the two were still too intertwined to be separated.

“You might look at it that way,” Gaster said, “but I see it much differently. You were abruptly thrust into a situation that was very reminiscent of a previous one, one that left you incredibly hurt and uncertain of yourself and those you put your trust in. You wanted to avoid through that again, so you set firmer boundaries, ensured the terms were clear and explained, and hoped they would be followed this time.”

“And you did, and I’m so incredibly grateful for that. But it wasn’t fair of me to do in the first place. I know that you and Grillby aren’t him, a-and that the two of you together aren’t like how they were together. I took my fear out on you when I should have known better,” you said, hugging yourself.

“You say that like you were exacting your revenge on us, which I can assure you was not what you did,” Gaster said sternly. “The boundaries you needed were entirely healthy and reasonable. They were not made to drive Grillby and I apart. If that had been your goal, they would have been far stricter, likely callous in nature, and ones we would not have agreed to. The ones you did set were to keep things safe and comfortable for you while you learned how the new relationship would work.”

“And what about your comfort?” you snapped.

“I have been plenty comfortable,” he retorted, eyelights sharpening. “Would I have liked to spend some nights with Grillby? Yes. Would I do so at the expense of your trust? No. Stars, even if I was willing to, Grillby was not. You cannot forget that he is a part of all this as well.”

“I haven’t, and that’s part of the issue, too! I’ve been treating what’s here and now like it’s going to be the same as back then! Grillby isn’t him, you together aren’t them, but I’m still having so much trouble separating everything! And then last night…last night I realized…how could we all be together if I couldn’t let you and Grillby be together? So I left that you could be together without me…without me tainting a-and controlling everything!”

“Your presence wasn’t ‘tainting’ anything, you haven’t been ‘controlling’ us, and you have let us be together. Again, he and I have gone on dates, we’ve spent time here with just each other, we’ve –”

“But with curfews and rules!” you cried, throwing your hands out to the sides. “Like I’m your parent o-or prison warden or –” Gaster abruptly grabbed your wrists, holding them painfully tight. “Like someone who was hurt and was afraid of being hurt again!” he shouted, his face in yours. “Your ex-fiancé and his new partner betrayed your trust at every turn. You asked them not to have sex until you had adjusted to the new relationship dynamics, and they did so anyway. You asked him to be home at a certain time, and he never was. You asked them not to leave marks on each other, and they did so regardless of how uncomfortable it made you feel. And the entire time – every single time they ignored you, your feelings, your boundaries, and your sanity – they told you that you were being the unreasonable one!” Liquid lilac magic had begun dripping from his eye sockets at some point, and you stiffened as you realized he was crying. He let go of your arms to instead cup your face, staring into your eyes with suddenly enormous, fuzzy eyelights. “He abused you and told you it was your fault. How could I hold that experience against you? I wish, stars above, I wish I could take all that away from you! And not because I want to do…whatever it is you think I want to do with Grillby! I want to take it from you so that you don’t have to hurt anymore!”

“I’m sorry, Gaster. I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered, genuinely taken aback by his passion. You felt hot tears burning your eyes before escaping.

“O-oh no, don’t cry, don’t cry! Only one of us can do that right now!” he gasped as a group of conjured hands pulled you into his lap. He cradled you, forehead pressed to yours as one of them tried to wipe away your tears as fast as they came. “You shouldn’t apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled or grabbed you. It is so painful to see you still hurting so much.” He scrubbed at his face, trying to get rid of his own tears as well. “It’s difficult to escape your past. Grillby knows it, and stars, do I know it. You shouldn’t have had to go through any of that. But it’s over now.” One of his real hands touched your chest above your SOUL. “Even though the hurt remains, it’s over now. You are with people who love and cherish and support you. Grillby loves you. I love you. We’ll help you get through the hurt every time it resurfaces. You are his sweet spark, and my starshine, and we love you.”

“‘St-starshine?’” you repeated softly.

Gaster laughed through his tears. “Yes. Starshine. And you’d better like it, because that’s what I’ve decided to call you!” The summoned hand that had been futilely trying to dry your tears paused to tap your nose playfully. Your resulting giggle sounded more like a strangled mewl. He shushed you, holding you tighter to his chest. “I want to spend more time with you. Just us. I want to learn you, learn from you. I want to know you the way Grillby does. In truth, I’ve wanted that for some time now.”

“I-I…I thought you didn’t,” you said. “I thought you thought you didn’t like me because I-I was too…I-I don’t know! Too weird o-or human or stupid or broken o-or something!”

“No, no, no, starshine! Well…alright, I was initially put-off with you being a human, but I haven’t felt that way for quite some time!” He kissed your forehead. It was harder and much cooler that what you were used to, but you found you didn’t care. It was real. “I was trying to give you space because I thought you were afraid of me. I did not want to force you to spend time with someone you were afraid of.”

“I mean…I-I was afraid of you. I thought you didn’t want me around.”

A real hand took one of yours and held it loosely. “At first, when I was still feeling bitter, yes,” he admitted. “You see, I –” He stopped with a shudder.

Your brow furrowed when he stopped talking. “Gaster?” you asked, squeezing his fingers.

His eye sockets closed with a sigh. “I should tell you what happened to me…why I went missing, and why no one could remember,” he said softly, almost more to himself than to you.

“Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you murmured.

“But I must. How can we be together if I don’t trust you with it?”

You winced at having your earlier words echoed back to you. “But i-it hurts you still.”

“Just as your past still hurts you,” he answered, touching his head to yours. “Grillby knows, and so should you. The only trouble is I do not know where to start. It is all…very complicated.”

((needs stuff))

[atlas-library]

fantasy au nanami PIG RAINBOW YELLOW HEART PLEASE

🤭🤭🤭

☾ chaotics ☽ a character ask.（001）

〝blood-red seeds of war are sown.〞

fandom: jujutsu kaisen character: nanami kento (amab!nanami) universe: alternative universe (fantasy!au, chaotics!au) trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol, blood, mentions of nsfw. Reader's discretion is advised.

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🌈​ RAINBOW — what is their sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

Nanami has always identified as a man, despite being partly elf and travelling to many realms with non-gender conforming cultures; it doesn't have to do with what he has between his legs, though. Being a man is everything but shallow: it's the way one behaves, with others but also with oneself, the steadiness of one's voice and the protective aura— Very specific to men. It's like magma rock, obsidian— It has to do with one's soul. Nanami identifies as a cis man, and uses he/him.

Nanami doesn't really care about what's between someone's legs; he's not the type to mess around, especially when it comes to sex— If you end up under the sheets with him, it means something. On paper, Nanami could fall in love with any gender; reality is a bit harsher on him. He fell in love with two men, and a single woman— The latter was the witch, his mother. He saw her burn thanks to human prejudice. The first man he fell in love with was the kid— His kid. Now gone forever, yet on everyone's lips; the vice around his heart tightens every day just thinking of him. Finally, the second man— White hair, blue eyes, pale skin— He'd bite it, grab it to leave marks, listen to the symphony of moans his love would let out— It was too good to be true. A young spirit too selfish to love him back; a tragedy he had seen coming, yet had decided to ignore. On paper, Nanami could love anyone; the reality is harsher, making him focus on a single soul— The man he banished. Nanami is demisexual and romantic, and currently has a man on his mind.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is their favourite animal?

Although Nanami has always been very fond of cats, he's more of a bird guy— His favourite bird is the raven. He relates to it a lot, too; the maladaptive socialisation, the misunderstandings in regard to his job, the loyalty to those he loves yet can't protect. Nanami watches at dawn when the unkindness of ravens rears its head, still dirty from unicorn blood. The birds are calling him— Always screaming and laughing, groaning and cackling, pretending to pick at his skin with their sharp beaks. Nanami throws monster meat at them, and he's done it so many times they know he's the one feeding them. The morning after he had banished his love, flocks of ravens were flying in circles around the Sisterhood. Utahime told him witches prefer crows to ravens, 'yet these ones smell like you'. Nanami smelled like stale alcohol that day— Still, she'd made it sound like a compliment.

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

After living on this damned land for so long, Nanami has had time to learn foreign languages; after years of travelling, killing what sans called 'monsters' for a golden coin and sleeping next to cows and sheep (when he was lucky), Nanami can speak multiple languages: Leavian, the most common, is the first one. He was born in this realm, and only ran away after it killed his mother. Even then, wars had made Leavian the most common language throughout the continent. The language from the Golden Realm, though, which he also spoke, was more commonly used by merchants— Or inhabitants of the mystical realm. Nanami had found himself speaking this language more often than he thought he'd need— The perks of merchants fearing for their merchandise; they'll hire anyone who speaks their tongue. His time spent at the Sisterhood, as well as his friendship with witches, had also taught him Old S'irh, the forgotten language of elves and sirens. Every time Nanami would use his magic and pronounce spells, Old S'irh would roll off his tongue like a dull blade would try and cut through skin: it sliced, with a lot of patience. Even sirens, known for holding secrets from the Old World, struggled with Old S'irh; ever since the slaughter from the Dark Age, they seemed to have lost their roots. Shōko was his closest connection to the dead language, and even she was still mourning the countless songs forgotten in the depths of the sea, surely all filled with hints to the rich sirenic folklore. Nanami isn't learning any new language; Old S'irh is too big of a mystery, still too vast for him to feel content— He seeks linguistic adventures, and Old S'irh is the uncharted ocean opening its arms to him.

This was very fun to write hehe, thanks for the ask! 🤭

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[chaosmultiverse]

2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, and 11 for salil on the childhood trauma asks

2. does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

yes, Salil often has a lot of nightmares ranging from ones based around the fear and self hate he was taught for monsters, to the events around his mother's death to when his father took him. Salil doesn't like talking about them, especially the ones about his lingering fears of other monsters or the ones about his father.

He fears that the nightmares make him weak, make him bad.

3. what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

Here's a basic list:

Being made to feel weak/like a victim: this was something that was drilled into him to the point it went the opposite way. Salil cannot handle people implying that he needs to be protected and he finds the idea of relying on someone else for safety to be panic inducing. This is naturally a pretty big problem given that he is very much in need of help.

Most fairy tales: his mother read to him a lot when he was very young, these stories were a part of how he was taught to hate his monster part. Thry won't cause the same panic as other things but still can be enough to mentally drain him for a day or two.

Some potion smells: while first with his father he was made to drink some very dangerous things, he cannot handle smells of these potions or slimler without going into fight or flight.

Doors opening while he is laying down: this came from when he was taken, in the present he has to sleep either with the door open or in a room without a door as the sound can make him flat out fear for his life if he was already not doing well.

Some types of soup/stew: in the few weeks post his mother's death but before leaving he and Ravi were mostly living off food that had been frozen for later, mainly soups and stews made in big portions. Salil can't really have them or smell them without going mentally back to those weeks.

His horns being grabbed: it only happened once when he was a child but it was enough to mark it as a trigger as it made him feel so powerless and like he was being treated like a animal, not like a person. He will attempt to stop people from touching his horns due to this.

Falling great heights: let's just sum this up by saying that his father's idea of training Salil to fly resulted in several broken bones.

Probably more but that's what I have rn.

4. who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

That is a harder question to answer than it would seem, sure one could point to his father and say it's all his fault but... Salil was already emotionally abused, already had self hate and unhealthy coping skills put into him, had his mother lived Salil would have grown into someone just as messed up, just displaying different traits.

I cannot in good faith pin how his mother treated him purely on his father, she had some choices, she was a adult and even if their relationship left her unable to rise Salil and Aaravi she could have given them to someone else to rise them.

But saying his mother feels unjustified when his father took him in already traumaized and then put Salil though inhumane training to become a weapon, Salil suffered more physically under his father's care.

Not to give a non answer but truly it comes down to the world Salil was boen into, esp in my own lore. Had he been born in a world where humans and monsters were at peace he would have been mostly okay, there would have been support for his mother, the fae court would have the guts to cast out a powerful but immoral member, neither of his parents would have gotten the same treatment that led to them abusing Salil, his mother would have been okay and his father would have no social power.

6. what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood?

Probably the death of his mother since it destroyed any chance of their relationship healing, put Salil in a mental space to be taken and lastly it was really just the last thing in a long line of things that destroyed Salil's sense of innocence. He couldn't ever really feel safe again, after all the best slayer died, what luck did he have?

8. how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

In the present day he reacts with anger and sometimes flat out violence, if someone is making him feel 'weak' he will make them wish they weren't born. This is something that he tries to work on since it's resulted in lashing out at fellow monsters which terrifies him but he lacks the tools to make progress.

9. what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood?

There are two phases to this:

When Salil was trying to be a good son to his mother he took up a bit of a victim role, if he was weak, cried and relied on his mother for physcial safety but kept his emotional needs to himself then she would light up on any comparisons to his father. He'd cope by just burying everything.

But with his father he learned to put his feelings into anger since that could fuel a fight, he learned that to 'survive' he had to be strong so no more acting like a victim in the making, instead he would cope by becoming what sacred him, because then it won't hurt him, would it?

10. does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened? 

Honestly he wants neither, while he wants Ravi to not be a slayer like their mother or idolize her that's less about consequences and more so they can be close again without anything in the way. Salil doesn't really care about revenge for himself and he feels that what has happened to him shaped who he is, he'd fear he'd have no identity without his trauma (which isn't true but y'know it's a common fear for abuse victims.)

11. was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust? 

No, there wasn't; while Salil at present would say his father was, that couldn't be farther from the truth. that's a part ofthe tragedy, a lot of this mess would have been avoided if there was even just a totally weak and powerless adult who was regardless a caring force in his life, because then after his mother's death he would've turned to them which would mean he'd either avoid going with his father or would at least resent his father for taking him them.

But there wasn't anyone, his mother died and wasn't safe to start with, his nana was off only coming home when it was too late and his father took advantage of this void in his life

[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

[chippedaxe]

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

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Title: 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

Warning(s): NSFW (minors dni), coarse language, monster fucking, slight size kink, demons, virginity

Pronouns: they/them non specified genitalia .

Synopsis: characters from the dsmp are monster hybrids, this is how their s/o (the reader) reacts to them.

Note: There's not rlly a reason for why I wrote this. If you guys disagree with me on these then that's okay, I just thought of these on the top of my head and I agree that my ideas could be better. (The title could also be better lmao)

2nd note (edit): there’s sfw but nsfw is included, just steer away from the nsfw content whilst reading if you don’t want to read it <3

Word count: 1.1K

* added cut for less clutter

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c!Dream

sfw

- He looks like a weird kind of blob to be honest but it's a bit cute

- He looks like he's covered in bits of slime or some weird type of green goo

- You like listening to his weird slime noises that he makes, it sounds like plops and its absolutely adorable.

- He talks normally like a human as well but you like his weird slime babbling better.

nsfw

- He feels so warm on your skin, the feeling he creates while he's inside of you (or you're inside him) is absolutely amazing and so euphoric.

- Everywhere gets dirty during sex, splatters of green goo or slime will be covering the walls and sheets.

- I feel like he would be touch starved from being a monster, not many people would go around him I assume. So he'd react kindly to your lewd touches and your praise~

c!Sapnap

sfw

- He's a type of blaze hybrid, he has sharp teeth and horns coming out from his forehead. He grumbles a lot and growls sometimes but you think its really cute (other people find it scary though)

- you could never find your baby scary <3 Ever since you guys met he was so kind to you, he'd keep you warm with his blaze rods and fire too ^^

- Such a sweetheart, you love to listen to the rumbling of his chest whenever you two lay together. He would probably be avoided during summer however since he'd just make the heat unbearable (you make it up to him at the end of summer)

nsfw

- Imagine him fucking you with those warm blaze rods of his (not my original idea, someone else had it but idk their @ )

- He's such a beast, there'd be claw marks on the walls and the mattress would almost always get destroyed from sex. Sapnap just can't help making a mess when you're making him feel so good..

- He'd like to nibble on you and leave deep bite marks while rutting into you, maybe even use his fire on you for some temperature play if you'd like something like that.

c!George

sfw

- I feel like he'd be a bit of a shapeshifter and his shape would shift depending on a dream he has/ had.

- You can recognize him even when he's in a new state due to his distinct personality and because of his shades that he carries on him.

- He's a naturally tired creature so he sleeps a lot, often inviting you to come and join him lovingly.

nsfw

- You'd always be intrigued with his new characters, eager to fuck each of his forms at least once. Your relationship together is very creative and curious, you guys will try anything and everything.

- Most sex together is sleepy sex, his hands will paw at you tiredly and you will have to put in most of the work.

- He can and will give you wet dreams by choice.

c!Eret

sfw

- He's a type of hybrid like medusa, his glasses are on at all times because if he takes them off then he'll turn you to stone.

- You have never seen her eyes before but that's alright, you still love them heaps.

- They will 100% kill anyone who gets to close to you with just a death stare, reassures you with lies that the person will be okay. They won't.

nsfw

- His scales feel rough against your skin, it makes the sex feel a whole lot different and exotic though so you really don't mind it.

- Her nails claw into you to keep you in place as she ruts into you with their hips, not wanting to let you go for at least another hour.

- Wraps their arms around you lovingly to keep you two close to each other, loves having you close to them while you perform such a beautiful act together.

c!Karl

sfw

- Have you seen his old skin?? I imagine something like that but in monster type form, I guess that he'd also be extremely rubbery and stretchy.

- He can stretch his arms around you to give you amazing hugs, finds it hard to unravel his arms from you though.

- I feel as if he wouldn't be able to speak coherent English and his words would be broken speech, if he doesn't try to speak English then he will just be making his own goofy noises.

nsfw

- Would be able to easily stretch if you were going to put something inside of him, I feel like he'd act so cute and lewd with his monster squeals too!!

- Fingering with him is fucking amazing, sex in general is amazing with him, he'd be able to stretch and basically shape himself into the perfect shape to be able to fuck your hole.

- He could easily tie you or himself up with his stretchy rubbery arms, makes your sex life a whole lot more exciting.

c!Punz

sfw

- I headcanon monster him as a human that was possessed by a demon and is now slowly turning into more of a demon.

- Tries to make deals with you for your soul but you reject him every time, surprised when he offers his love for free, you accept that graciously.

- Can reign hell fire and will if so pleases, definitely burns people who get to close to you or the people who hurt you in any.

nsfw

- He's a demon, he is naturally very tempting, so it doesn't take much for him to get you into his bed. "Come on baby, you can ride me and pull on my horns.." He's got you right where he wants you.

- He's naturally very warm from being a demon so you guys will often have very hot sweaty sex, resulting in you guys being gross and needing a wash afterwards.

- He would be eccentric if you were a virgin, he'd be like "awe, for me? You shouldn't have.." and then absolutely devour and rail the shit out of you to make a memorable experience.

[sheewolf85]

New Fic: Puppy (Mutt/Reader hurt/comfort)

Summary: You and Mutt have been together for a while now. You love him. You trust him. Your four-year-old daughter absolutely adores him. But when it comes time to leave your daughter with him for a day while you attend an important work meeting, past events make it too hard to leave.

Not only does Mutt understand your hesitation, he also has a surprising solution.

Notes: This is essentially a comfort piece for me. Kinda feel like I don’t even know how to write anymore so I hope this is okay. It hasn’t been beta’d, just re-read by myself and a friend who said it was good. I hope y’all agree. At least a little, lol.

Fun (?) fact: The incident with Iris and the neglectful ex is based on a real situation with my daughter and an ex of mine, though the real situation was far less dramatic and traumatic. Nevertheless, this was lovely to write, if only to live the fantasy in my head of having a Mutt there to offer overzealous retribution.

Tags: existing relationship, reader is female, single parent reader, best dad Mutt, hurt/comfort, but also lots of fluff, fluffy fluff, mild depiction of previous child neglect, nothing too serious, super happy ending

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You smiled at yourself in the mirror and tried to convince yourself it was real. If you could fool yourself, you might have a chance at fooling Mutt. 

Who were you kidding? He might be a skeleton monster but the man was a damn bloodhound when it came to your distress. You weren’t about to fool him, but maybe you could get away with not hurting his feelings.

As unacceptable as the prospect of hurting him was, it also felt unavoidable. You’d made these plans weeks in advance, when you’d first been informed of this supposedly “very important meeting” your bosses had said was integral to your possible promotion at the end of the year. Now that the time had come, however, you found that you just…couldn’t go. 

You’d only be gone for a day. It wasn’t even an overnight trip. A three-hour drive in the morning to the place, a meeting filled with food and activities, and then the same three-hour drive back in the early evening. 

It was longer than you’d ever been away from your daughter before. Your precious little one who acted so much like you even at just four years old. 

You had left her in the care of others before. For the most part, it had gone just fine. Paid babysitters were the most responsible, as seemed par for the course. You didn’t have much family to help out, so in a moment of desperation you had once left her with a now-ex-boyfriend. 

It hadn’t been all that bad. You knew it really hadn’t. The man hadn’t hurt her, didn’t leave bruises or marks of any kind, hadn’t touched her inappropriately. 

But he also hadn’t played with her. Hadn’t read to her or watched a movie with her. He didn’t change her diaper or try to help her with potty training as you’d asked. He hadn’t even fed her the lunch you’d prepared for her. He just plunked her down in her crib and ignored her for the four hours you’d been gone. 

You knew, deep down, that Mutt wouldn’t do that. Iris was older now and more capable of expressing her needs, but more than that, Mutt wasn’t that type of person. 

You sucked in a deep breath and tried to still your frantically beating heart when there was a knock at the door. Mutt used his key to get in, and all of a sudden there was an eruption of happy screams. 

“Puppy!” Iris screamed, her tiny footsteps pounding as she ran for him. You imagined him leaning down to scoop her up the moment she reached him. 

He growled playfully as he made loud ‘nom nom nom’s, pretending to eat her belly like always. 

“how’s my li’l flower?” he asked, his rough voice wafting gently through the house. 

Iris launched into telling Mutt all about her latest adventures with her playmates at daycare and how Austin had been sick but she was so proud of herself for washing her hands just like he’d taught her and so she didn’t get sick. 

You figured you couldn’t hide from this forever. You sucked in another deep breath and let it out slowly before finally leaving your bedroom. 

Mutt had Iris on his hip and walked around with her, casually picking up stray clutter as he dutifully nodded and hummed with her, gasping theatrically as appropriate when she dropped a bombshell about how Tracy liked Justin but Justin liked Rory. 

They turned when you giggled, Mutt’s expression going from amused to flat-out lovestruck. You would never get used to how his beautiful purple eye lights flashed briefly into hearts every time he saw you. 

He didn’t set Iris down, instead carried her over for a group hug. “how’s my darlin’?” he asked softly. 

You leaned up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “I’m okay. Dinner is just about ready; are you hungry?”

Mutt chucked. “when ain’t i?”

You just smiled at him and led the way to the kitchen. The plan was that he’d stay the night tonight and see you off in the morning, and you weren’t excited about having this conversation with him. You had already decided you’d wait until Iris went to bed; she didn’t need to see her favorite person possibly get upset. She’d witnessed too many adult arguments already in her short life. 

Dinner was a routine affair with Iris chowing down on her burrito and trying to keep talking at the same time. If one let her, she’d fill an entire day with chatter. You gently admonished her for talking with her mouth full. 

Mutt promptly opened his mouth mid-chew. “‘s’right, darlin’. ain’t mannerly.”

“Mutt!” You scowled at him, his expression only barely contrite before he couldn’t help himself and chuckled. 

Iris, of course, thought the whole interaction was the funniest thing she’d ever witnessed and laughed like the tiny psychopath she was. 

Once dinner was over, Mutt helped you clean up and put all the leftovers away as Iris washed up. Then the three of you went to the living room to watch a movie before bedtime. 

You really tried to focus on Little Bear 3, but your mind seemed more adamant that you stress over how to break the news to Mutt. You could just tell him that the trip had been canceled, but it felt so wrong to lie to him. While you couldn’t say that you’d never once lied to him in all the months you’d been together, you could say with confidence that you’d never lied about anything big. You’d be damned if you would start now. 

Mutt’s arm around you hugged gently, pulling you more securely into his side as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

“you okay, darlin’?” he asked in a soft whisper. 

You nodded and looked over to kiss him. He smiled and nuzzled your forehead before pulling you into his chest. You rested against him, listening intently to the soft sound of his soul pulsing in his ribcage, and tried to drown out everything else.

You sincerely hoped he would understand, but your past experiences told you tonight may just be the last night you’d get to snuggle with him like this, at least for a while. Depending on how hard he took the news, he might just decide he’d rather focus his attention somewhere he knew he was trusted. 

You so wished you could say that the problem wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. 

After the movie was over, Iris was already starting to rub her eyes. You gave Mutt a kiss and went to bathe her and change her into pajamas. She wanted Mutt to read to her, so you gave him the reins and went to set out her clothes for the morning. 

Mutt always knew how to read the books the best, Iris said. He wasn’t afraid to get creative with his voices and read off-script if he thought he wasn’t engaging his audience enough. 

Tonight, however, Iris was sound asleep before he’d even reached the middle of the book. 

He chuckled softly and set the book down on her little side table before standing up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“out like a light, she is,” he whispered. 

You nodded, and together you left her room, shutting the door only most of the way in case she woke with nightmares. 

The two of you walked to your room, and as soon as the door shut you had expected him to start kissing you or trying to undress you. He didn’t call himself a hound for no reason. Instead, you were almost surprised as he sat on the side of the bed, holding your hands gently, and looked up at you with a worried expression. 

In this position, you were the taller one by a few inches, but you felt so small as his pale purple eye lights raked over your face. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart,” he asked, so gently. “i c’n tell somethin’s up, so please don’ say it’s nothin’. i wanna help.”

Your eyes welled up instantly, all the emotion you’d been trying so hard to hide suddenly wrenched to the forefront. Mutt whined and stood up to pull you into a gentle hug, his hands petting your hair down your back. 

“i’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered, “let it out, ‘m here for ya.”

You clung to him as though just loving him was enough. Why couldn’t you trust him, too? You knew--you knew --he’d never do anything to hurt Iris. He loved her so much, so why couldn’t you trust him with her for a few hours?

You’d tried, so hard. But all you could see was your precious baby at a year and a half old when you’d walked into her room, her face so red and pained from crying, soiled and hungry. 

You cried harder because you knew Mutt would never let that happen. He’d die first, or kill whoever stood in his way of taking care of his sweetest little flower. 

Logic stood no chance in this fight, and you’d already given up. 

“I’m so sorry, Mutt,” you tried to say, voice hitching with sobs. 

He shushed you, holding you a little tighter. 

You shook your head, pulling back just a little. “No, I mean it. I’m sorry, because I can’t go on this trip tomorrow.” You felt nauseous at your confession. 

Mutt’s brow furrowed. “yer sorry ‘cause it got canceled?”

Again you shook your head. Sniffling, you tried your best to answer him and not start crying again. “No. It wasn’t canceled. I just…” You hesitated, staring at his shirt instead of his face. “I can’t leave her,” you finally whispered. 

Instead of the anger or pained confusion you expected, possibly an accusation of some sort, Mutt merely tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. His lilac eye lights shimmered, his expression showing nothing more than love and support. 

“she’s yer baby girl,” he said softly. “‘course i’s gonna be hard. y’know i’ll keep her safe an’ happy while yer gone.”

You nodded. “Logically, yes, I do know that. But I can’t…Mutt, I’m sorry, but I can’t.” You pulled away from him to grab the tissue box on your headboard and sat down hard on the mattress. “I’m a horrible person. I trust you, I do, but there’s something about this that I just can’t get over.”

Now he would be angry, you thought; now that he knew it wasn’t just a normal case of the jitters. 

Instead, he sat beside you and took your hand. “did i do somethin’ wrong?” he asked.

You looked at him, your chin wobbling as you shook your head. “No, not you.”

His head cocked to the side. “not me?”

You hadn’t planned on telling him what your ex had done, but you supposed it would only be fair to him to hear why you were struggling so hard with this. So you sucked in a deep breath and you told him every detail from that experience. 

Iris hadn’t been able to be away from you for more than five minutes after that. Her doctor had said it was simply separation anxiety, but you knew better. She’d been traumatized, neglected, left sitting in her own waste until her skin was raw and it had taken a week for the rash to clear up. 

By the time you stopped talking, Mutt’s fingers were shaking around yours. His hold was still gentle, but you knew without even looking at his face how furious he was. You were almost afraid to say the next sentence, afraid that he might not believe you.

“I know you’d never—” You couldn’t finish, not when he sucked in a sudden, sharp breath. 

Keeping your eyes on the floor, you wiped your face with your tissue and waited for him to calm down enough to tell you exactly what he thought of your story, accuse you of thinking he’d put your daughter through similar things, that he wasn’t capable of being a responsible adult. 

Once again, he surprised you.

It took nearly five minutes for him to calm down enough to speak. He cleared his throat and very gently brought your hand to his lap to fully enclose it with his other one. 

“don’t s’pose this guy lives ‘round ‘ere anymore?” he asked, his voice a rough rumble. 

You looked at him to see his eye lights blazing like you’d never seen before. His expression was terrifying, dark and murderous, he looked every bit the deadly threat he’d once tried to convince you he was. 

But instead of scaring you, it was comforting in a way you thought might be a tad unhealthy. He was willing to track down your ex boyfriend and deliver justice for what he’d put your daughter through. 

As tempting as the idea was, you somehow knew Mutt’s brand of justice would likely be overkill. Probably literally. Could you really sentence a man to death for a mistake he’d made over two and a half years ago?

“I don’t know,” you finally said. Mutt raised a brow, and you smirked. “I really don’t,” you said again, “I haven’t talked to him in quite some time.”

Mutt nodded, accepting your answer. You hadn’t lied; you really didn’t know where your ex lived and you hadn’t had any kind of contact with him since you’d broken up shortly after the incident in question.

He cleared his throat again before lifting your hand to kiss the back of it. “thank you for tellin��� me,” he said softly. “i know how much it c’n hurt ta be betrayed by someone ya though’ ya could trust.”

You winced, but before you could so much as inhale to apologize, Mutt was on his knees in front of you. 

“no, sweetheart, not you,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his skull in your lap. “not you. underground, ‘specially raisin’ black. backstabbin’ was a way’a life.”

He so rarely talked about life underground, and you would never push him to relive those memories. Instead of asking him to tell you, you simply pet his skull and attempted to hug his shoulders. 

“I’m still sorry, though,” you finally said. 

He shook his head, the top of his skull rubbing just under your breasts. “ain’t no reason t’apologize. i ain’t gonna push ya ta worry like that jus’ ‘cause i wanna be a good boyfriend.” He sighed and sat back on his heels, his hands moving to hold your hips as he looked up at you. He had calmed considerably, and now his eye lights watched you with love and concern. “but ya should still go to tha’ meetin’.”

Your brow furrowed as something twisted in your chest. “I can’t, Mutt, I--”

He lifted a hand to press two fingers to your lips. “i know, ya can’ leave her. so don’. we c’n come with an’ while yer doin’ yer thing, i c’n take ‘er to a park i know out tha’ way. she c’n feed some ducks and i’ll keep the geese away from ‘er, ‘n’ we might even see some deer.”

Oh. 

It was such a simple solution! You’d only be away from her for a few hours at most. The park being in a public place somehow made it easier; Mutt would have to keep an eye on her. 

You kissed his fingertips. “Okay.”

His smile was crooked but so handsome. He moved his hand to cup your cheek. “yeah?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for understanding.”

He stood up slowly, moving like a predator as he leaned in to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back as he pushed you back on the bed. 

Some time later, as you laid against Mutt’s bare chest and his hands ran through your hair, he hugged you gently and kissed the top of your head. 

“love you,” he whispered. 

You smiled and kissed his sternum. “I love you, too.”

“an’ i love iris, too. anyone’d have ta be fuckin’ crazy not ta.” He shifted to look down at you. “we ain’t talked about this yet, but i wanna be what ya need. what she needs. i knew what i w’s gettin’ inta when i asked ya out, an’ i ain’t regretted it once. i love ya both so much, darlin’.”

You stared up at him, too afraid to hope. “You...you want to be her dad?” Sure, the two of you had been dating for several months now, but there was a big difference between wanting to date someone with a kid and wanting to commit to a parental role. 

“if yer okay with it, ‘n’ if she’ll have me, then yeah, i do.”

You could only imagine how excited Iris would be when she heard. But as you always had, you’d make sure she was included in this decision. You would never put more responsibility on her than necessary, but her opinions were very important to you. 

“We can talk to her after my meeting tomorrow,” you said, reaching up to cup his cheekbone. “Don’t be too surprised if she tackles you in excitement.”

He chuckled. “i look forward to it.”

You settled back down on his chest and sighed peacefully as he pulled the blankets up around the both of you. You were exhausted, and tomorrow was going to be a very big day.

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The next day, after one of the longest meetings you’d been to and a half-decent lunch, you were finally freed to be with your little family again. 

Mutt and Iris were waiting for you in the parking lot, your daughter’s curls bouncing as she jumped through a makeshift hopscotch Mutt had to have fashioned out of sticks and leaves. She looked up as you approached and smiled hugely. 

“Mama! Mama, guess what?” If her tone wasn’t a dead giveaway that she was overly excited about something, her tiny hands clenched in fists at her chest would have been. 

“What is it?” you asked, honestly curious. You knew Mutt wouldn’t have talked to her without you, so it had to be something else. 

If she smiled any harder, her tiny face would break apart. “We saw ducks! And deer!! And, and…” she turned to look at Mutt, her face adorably scrunched. “...what were they?”

He smiled down at her indulgently. “Goslings.”

Her giant smile was right back in place. “Goslings!” she almost screamed at you. “Did you know that’s a baby goose?”

You nodded as you picked her up. “I did know that. That all sounds so fun! Did you feed the ducks?”

She nodded frantically and began telling you all about her trip to the park with one of her very favorite people in the world. She’d had a fun picnic with sandwiches and chisps, and she thought throwing peas and corn for the ducks was silly but Mutt told her it was better for them than bread and wasn’t that weird?

You let her chat about the trip and all the things she’d seen and done as the three of you got back in the car and made your way back home. She fell asleep less than a third of the way there, and you smiled over at Mutt as he drove. 

“you c’n nap too if ya wanna,” he said softly. “be ‘bout two hours ‘fore we get home.”

You were pretty tired. You nodded and sucked in a huge yawn before settling back in your seat.

You woke when Mutt parked and turned the car off. Iris was still fast asleep, and you watched with bleary satisfaction as he got her out of her carseat without disturbing her. He was the only one who could do that; anyone else would get an earful of cranky whining and potential screaming. You followed him into the house and watched as he gently laid her on the couch. 

“we prob’ly don’ wanna let ‘er sleep too long, do we?” he asked quietly. “else she won’ sleep tonight.”

You nodded. “Yeah, we should wake her up.” You sat next to her and ran your hand gently through her hair. “Iris, honey, we’re home,” you called softly. 

She woke up slowly and squirmed, then stretched out and yawned hugely. “But I’m still tired,” she whined. 

Mutt snickered. “‘course ya are, little flower, but it ain’t bedtime yet. still gotta do dinner ‘n’ all that shhh--” he trailed off and glanced at you. 

Iris’ eyes went huge. “You were gonna swear!” she accused loudly. 

Mutt huffed with pretend indignation. “was not! i ain’t ever sworn in my whole damn life.”

Iris giggled, now fully awake. “Liar! You just did!”

You at least appreciated him keeping the curses to a minimum around Iris. Come to think of it, you had never even had to ask him to do that. He just adjusted the way he spoke when she was around. 

“There’s a little while before dinner, but there is something that Mutt and I wanted to talk to you about,” you said, rubbing Iris’s back. You didn’t have a single clue how to start this conversation, so you figured you might as well leap right on in.

She sat up and looked at you curiously.  “What is it?”

You smiled at Mutt and reached out to take his hand as he settled himself cross-legged on the floor in front of Iris. He grinned back and squeezed your fingers.

“see, ‘m a real big fan’a you ‘n’ yer mom,” Mutt said with a crooked smile. “ya know i love ya; the two’a ya’re like family. but, i kinda wanna take the ‘like’ outta there. i want ya ta be my family f’real. if it’s okay with you, iris, i’d really like ta call ya my daughter.”

You watched as Iris’s eyes filled with tears. She climbed down off the couch and hugged him tightly, still silent as she shoved her tiny face into his neck. He held her gently and looked up at you with raw concern on his features. You gave him a soft smile; this meant good things but you didn’t want to interrupt her processing to explain it just yet. 

Iris finally sniffled and pulled back, sitting on Mutt’s lap and looking up at him with the most adoring expression. 

“Do I have to call you ‘daddy’?” she finally asked. 

The question confused you, and you could see the moment Mutt’s heart broke. You wanted to reassure him, but you honestly didn’t know what Iris was asking. Did she really not want this as much as you thought she would?

Mutt swallowed and shook his head. “no, ‘course not, sweetheart,” he said softly. “y’ain’t gotta do nothin’ yer uncomfy with.”

Oh, you wished you could comfort him right now, but you had no clue what to even think let alone how to act. 

Iris smiled then, huge and happy. “So you can be my daddy but I can still call you ‘Puppy’?” she asked, all but bouncing in his lap. 

All the tension in your body eased at the same time as Mutt’s smile reappeared. He hugged Iris tightly. 

“you c’n call me whatever the fuck ya wanna call me,” he said roughly.

Iris giggled and hugged him tighter. “You owe Mama a dollar for the swear jar.”

You couldn’t help but slip off the couch and sink to your knees beside the two and pull them both into a hug. “This time only, I’ll forgive the slip-up,” you said with happy tears in your eyes. 

Mutt laughed, his unrestrained joy such a rare delight, and pulled an arm away from Iris only to wind it around your back and pull you both down to lay back on the floor with him. He sniffled and kissed Iris’s forehead before turning to kiss yours. 

“i can’ promise ‘m gonna be the best dad out there,” he said solemnly, “but i’m gonna try.”

Iris squirmed to get out of his hug and sat up on his chest. “Mama says nobody’s perfect,” she said seriously, holding out a finger like she was dispensing the wisest wisdom she possessed. “And it’s true ‘cause even I make mistakes sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but snicker a little, turning your head to bury your face in Mutt’s sweater so you didn’t interrupt your daughter’s insightful speech. You could feel Mutt’s shoulders shaking with his silent laughter as well. 

You both waited for her to continue, but apparently that was all she had to say. She laid back down on Mutt and patted your cheek. 

“Does this mean we’re a real family now?” she asked, her eyes searching yours. 

You smiled. “Yes, it does.”

She smiled back. “Good.” 

There were a lot of things that needed to be figured out. Was Mutt going to move in with you? He still technically lived with his brother even though he spent most of his time with you. You’d need to figure out if this new change meant anything different for your relationship with him. Would he want to get married someday? It was unlikely you’d want to have more children, but maybe it was something he wanted. 

So many thoughts that would eventually need to be talked about. But for now, you snuggled with your little family on the living room floor and talked about what should be done for dinner. It was enough. There was time for the rest later. 

[secretbangtnn]

Love Lies | kth I

➤ summary : You never had it easy. From the first day of your life it seemed like fate was a big joke, making every effort to make you feel miserable. Shortly after taking the first step into adulthood, you are convinced that childhood doom follows you like a shadow. On the verge of being broke without any help, you take your friends advice and try your hand in industry you have no idea about.

➤ genre : CEO! au, prostitution but not really au, strangers to enemies to lovers, Smut, fluff, angst

➤ pairing : Taehyung x reader ft. Jimin (This chapter Jimin x reader)

➤ ratings : 18+ NSFW

➤words : 10k

➤ warnings : swearing, prostitution, sex for money, mentions of mental health, toxic household, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, mxm, fxm, family problems, dishearitance, toxic relationship, Taehyung is bad at feelings, reader is lost, soft boy jimin, sexy hot taehyung (couse that will need a warning) - more to be added

notes ~

I finally did it! I'm so sorry for the wait and how the chapter came out - it's a little more messy than I predicted but i wanted to give you something before the big story. I promise the next chapter is going to start with the big action and main plot and finally with Taehyung. I really hope for some feedback, I worked hard for it to be done before the next week and even though it may seem boring i really hope it’s okay.

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Underneath the sunrise

Show me where your love lies

Relationships that are based on lies never last long and everyone who found themselves in artificial feelings, knows of the truth of those words. Although that sweet sinful lie sometimes replaces that thing we could have never got.

You never thought about yourself as someone low, at least not that low to kneel to beg of something so materialistic like money.

You respected yourself at the same time being sure that you would fight everything alone. Just like a good fighter - you didn't need a good sword in a big war. Even once in your whole life you wouldn't have thought of stepping that low to actually work as a cleaner in old school or supermarket lady, that couldn't even use the calculator right.

How ironic, we love when inevitable doom falls on people that did not deserve it.

You were taught from the beginning, how to live, what to do, how to look, and the most important who to listen to. It's so weird when we find a character that's not extremely bad or good, not the shy mouse of the school, also not the hot rebellious cool girl with too big ego, and mouth so unbelievable that you actually start to think if you have ever met someone without such basic manners.

Fact is that you are bland, your life never yours to live, as someone recorded it with a script in their hands, and a plan for an ending and second part. It was frustrating knowing how many people never cared about you, however you could not say that you indeed did too.

Lessons were taught, those made you somehow resistant to disappointments in life. First happening in early stage, not even first year of your high school, people started to know - know about this and that, about family of yours and how privileged they would be if they had you on their side.

But you did not have a problem with it, mindset so set that you liked to think about money as a guarantee of friendship. And with this thought you let the first people use you, not minding their motive of only getting part of your prosperity.

So you believed to those days that your childhood indeed was normal.

You never tried to run from your life, you never saw yourself as a hormonal teenager in need of attention.

In the end only those who were born in respecting families, where work and pride is placed higher than blood ties, knows how upringbing really looks in such a household. Your standart always high, doing that to not need to put it higher again.

Parents instilling you dreams that were not yours, making you believe in something they always wanted. Like it was written, your whole life does not belong to you, and realization over it came in the moment when it was a little too late. Happy smiles never real, friends you swore would not leave you, disappeared within a night.

However let’s not impose that your parents were monsters, killing you on the inside with their cold demeanor or making your life miserable.

The first problem began when you had enough, when a virus in your mind told you about your own desires.

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Invisible mark on your check is still pulsating, with a wound much deeper inside screaming at you that it is still not healed.

“I want to study medicine.” Those were the exact words you first told your mother, freezing her in place and scarring inside with the power and destruction they held. She did not hold back with ignoring you, acting like the sentence was a mere passing wind, just fluffing hair in a not nice type of way. You expected that, nothing new from a shell of a person your mother has become, money and power empowering her mind, probably killing the young woman you are now, in her.

So the first step of actually making a point of how you processed to cut your family ties, were with your mother, kind of preparing you for what has to come.

Dark room, with marble accents and a woody smell that came straight to your nostrils. Mahogany desk, big enough to contain tons of papers scattered over it like some kind of nto important rubbish. You however knew better, and those innocent stock of inked pages held more value than maybe you yourself.

It was so hard to breathe in this tiny space, now feeling ever more closed up, dark and not welcoming. You tried to believe that the reason for it was not really a man sitting just before you, not minding your presence in a slighlets, but a stress and emotions on your back, you were trying to bear by yourself.

“I’m busy.” Short answer, not even directed to you - not that the man ever looked at you with those dark eyes. Predictable, exactly like you guessed. Cold feeling with a hot flush over your cheek, not knowing where the previous patience had gone.

Maybe you finally had enough. You were too tired to try to understand.

“Dad, please listen to me.” Ice cold bucket over your head, a void eyes now on you, not really expecting them to stay on you for so long, or even look up. Pupils a little blow out, stirring the dark color pallet of his eyes, similar to the tone of the bags under them. What a wrack of a man he really was, lanky hands under the suit, scribbling over something not even a minute ago, now lying lifelessly on a brownish desk.

“You really couldn't find better time for your whining? Go on, I still have a lot of work to do before I need to actually go.” Unconcern, you could even feel the unitresment oozing from him, hitting you with those eyes. They were looking at you, but at the same time it felt like they never were there. Black holes, no feelings found, gaze scary for those who never met someone so indifferent.

“I dropped out.”

“What?” Words came after some silence, piercing straight your beating heart. Hands in fist, just beside your thighs, so white that it could even be a little concerning for those looking from the side. You were nervous, even after you told yourself that this conversation was not going to be easy. Smooth information that it should be, your own life choices never discussed so openly.

“I dropped out of college”

Not a breath was heard, a heavy hand landed on the desk with a smack, knocking in the process some of the scattered pens.

“You did what?” Too calm, his voice was too calm for such information. Nerve wracking feeling once again welcomed you inside, making you take one step back. Soft material of the shirt creased under your hard grip. “It’s not the time for such a jokes Y/n”

“I’m not joking dad, I took the papers yesterday. I'm tired of wasting my time on something I never wanted.”

“Oh? But are you really? What are you going to do then? I'm getting really curious” Tone momocking you in every kind of way. You clench your teeth, an annoyed expression came over your face, just to disappear within one glance of the man.

Questions were rhetorical, laughing at your whole being in the cruelest manner. He knew about your every vulnerability, molding your persona from the beginning. So it must have been funny for him, seeing a little girl, someone he treated not entirely equally, however putting some kind of hope and dreams he himself could not reach, standing before him like a scared puppy asking for a treat.

“You yourself know the best how important those studies are for you. You prepared your whole life to go there and take my place one time, so don’t joke about it like it’s some kind of dish you are bored of eating.”

“You forced me to do it! I never wanted to take your place, study the stupid law.”

“And you decided that this is the time to suddenly realize that? Y/n from the beginning, we always gave you what you wanted, fulfilling your every wish, buying everything you wanted, and even after that you can’t be grateful. We only asked you for one thing, one thing Y/n, there is not such a thing like your dreams, there is only our family.” You wanted to laugh, those stupid exucess, only making you annoyed and wroked up. Manipulating you into believing you were selfish, that you are the problem, and you owe them right to living.

“Don’t be ridiculous father, you are not in the place to talk about family or do I need to remind you of Na-”

You heard it before you felt it. Burning feeling right in your left cheek, head on the side from the harash contact it made with the ringed hand. It was not the first time you saw or experienced such an act. Father being the man that loved to lose his temper rather fastly, hiding on the outside behind the calm demeanor and innocent smile.

Blood on your tongue, the metallic taste in your mouth like a forbidden flower you just tasted.

“You really want me to get mad today hm? “ You really wanted to nod, looking straight at him from your hair that fell after the slap. Hand on the cheek, trying to stop the pulsating ache to echo so much, however you know the best that the hot feeling is only building up and it's the only matter of time till the beautiful tones of purple show on your soft skin.

His own hands now begin viped over the handkerchief, a little blood over the white fabric, likely from the little scratches the rings were able to make.

His back to you as he went back behind the dark desk, sitting on his chair like nothing happened. And you knew, secretly that it was the end, that the conversation was done and nothing else could be said.

You closed your eyes, not even noticing you did it, realizing it after the first salty tear fell to your mouth, giving you a taste of sorrow. Head down, not in shame but in anger, with a pulsating cheek not letting you forget about the consequences your every word bears, you turned around going to the door that before somehow gave you so much hope.

“Oh and Y/n, there is no you without this family, but there is family without you. It won’t be the first time when I lose a child.”

Those exact words hunted you till this day. Rather heavy feeling, three years not long enough to make you forget, or let you accept a new life.

Loud noise of passing cars just outside the dirty window with a pounding of heart echoing in your ears. It was one of those bad days - you liked to say, those however started happening a lot of more. Breaking was never something you wanted to do, working so many jobs you could not count on your fingers, living in shitty apartments for no longer than two months just to end up on someone's couch.

That is the life you chose, the life you barely lived, everyday wishing for a miracle.

Harsh paper under your fingers, weighting your hand weirdly down - maybe it was the words that made the letter so heavy, maybe the truth you needed to face. Fact is that you do not know what to do, trying for the last months to make a living for yourself, get better pay and settle down for a longer time.

Words of your father echoing once again, making your eyes squish with the feeling. It was so hard to accept a defeat, something that you worked so hard for and for so long. You could not beg, you could not go on your knees again, and even if it was an option, imagines and memories of life in such a household keep you in the place you are now.

Head resting under your arms, shielding bright rays of sun from your eyes, long locks falling down in waves just over your pale face. You pulled them with a strength you did not know you possessed at the moment, as if it was because of them you needed to deal with all of this.

“Think Y/n, think” Mutters fell from your mouth like a mantra, supposed to make you cheer up a little. Void in your head, not ending emptiness that scares you as much as the strings of unpaid numbers on this goddamn paper.

An late hour struck on the side clock, hanging on one of the grey walls of the run down apartment you lived in. Sight itself is depressing, leaving you in wonder if maybe it is not one of the reasons for your current mood.

Who you wanted to trick.

A little knock once again echoed in the quietness of your home, reminding you of the late hour. Looking from your thick locks of hair, you sighed seeing how little time you actually got to get there. With one move, you left the scrap of paper on the side, and stood up from the ugly green couch, taking in the process bag of the crookedly hanged hook.

Fast footstep as you nearly run over one of the olders ladies living in the same flat, trying to messily wrap an apron over your waist, which is not as easy as it seemed to be earlier. Bluish fabric holding on to you with all the power, hanging a little on the too long strings, that untied themselves with each step.

You tried not to think about all those stares, looking at you as you run past them, not minding where your feets go, or if you accidentally push someone on the side. Let people think what they want, it's not like your opinion matters, and being a disgrace to your whole family disappears.

Familiar neon letters came to your sight forming the greenish title of caffe you soon found yourself in. A little bell rang as the door opened informing everyone about your presence. Calm atmosphere, everyone was busy in their own word, you loved this, a quiet place which you often found yourself admiring.

You wished that working there was not such an obligation, the only thing that let you stay in your current apartament. Rosy cheeks, and cheeky smiles as people got their morning coffee, thanking you quietly for the drink with such a pure impression, that you could not hold back the smile you gave each one of them.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t need to run too much.” You said between heavy breaths, still trying to catch remaining puffs of air, head tilted to the side, hands on knees as you looked at the little blonde behind the counter.

Said boy only laughed a little, shaking his head from the embarrassment after the statement. Ringed hands cleaning some cups, quiet melody living his plump lips.

“Am I suppose to feel offended? I’m not an old man you know.” He asks, knowing that the answer will never be given. Voice on the lighter side, something you would expect from such a soft looking boy, warm and sweet to listen, and you indeed do, always keeping quiet when the boy talked about his own day to fill the quietness of your workplace.

You knew the boy was one of the things that made you feel normal, with his bright persona and angelic personality, you liked to believe he was one. He did not ask, knowing some things should stay in the dark, and you repaid him the same, being fully aware of the boy's secrets.

“Not at all. Beside we all know that it's not about you, but about who will get in trouble from your whining - and yes, it would be me. “ You say, patting his back on the way to the other side. Confused gaze now on you, as you smirk at the questioning boy waiting for some kind of elaboration, only getting from you another cup to wipe.

“Should i remind you of a certain person, which came to me with a complaint of how his favorite boy was tired - what was his name? Oh yeah Yo-”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You laughed at the squeaky voice that came in a form of fast spoken answer, a little too fast to understand every word completely. Pretty blush came over his round cheek, soon appearing on tips of his lears, hidden by mop of blonde hair.

Not a piece of judgment in your gaze, but rather sweet caring look over the embarrassed boy next to you, trying so hard not to look bothered by your everyday teasing, that he was slowly getting accustomed to, liking how your voice gets a little lighter, your eyes light up and a pure giggle leaves your mouth.

Yeah he definitely could live with it if it means he can see the sparkle pops out in the dark of your pupils.

Cup in his hands a little heavy with the next thought that came over him. Melody coming with the pleasant wind of the early monday morning, his eyes however discreetly gazing over your figure. He knew when the times were worse, when your collarbones stood out more, welcoming i'm from the collar of an old shirt, you probably needed to wash by hands, and he hated that even if he tried to explain it, not care so much, he simply could not stop the worry seeking of him.

You were a sweetheart, never judging him, understanding his reason even after he told you about the second job he needed to take. You simply smiled, wishing him all good, and getting excited about dreams that were not your own, laughing with him and talking about his future plans as if you had place in them.

Thanks were never enough to pay off all the hardship you helped with. He respected you, admired so many things about you, how you don’t need a reason to give an arm to cry on, always taking a piece of burden on your own shoulders, whispering promises and talking about a better future that comes with hardships.

“Don’t be so embarrassed~ “ You sing to his ear when you pass him, going over to the coffee machine, big bag of beans in your hands. “I dare to say I got a little jealous when I saw him for the first time.”

“Gosh I hate you sometimes.” He whines, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to remain calm. Smile now on your lips, little giggles leaving your busy persona, trying not to be too loud in such an early hour.

An enjoyable silence came over once again, only sounds of working machines and knocks of cups, that were cleaned and wiped, mind automatically getting fuzzy from the fresh brew of coffees and autumn wind. Not a person in a shop, being still a little too early to welcome customers or get a morning drink, subtle music playing a little louder at those times filling little breaks of silence.

So how surprising it was, when those little giggles tickled your own ears suddenly and strong arms, clothed in white shirt, sneaked around your waist, making you lose the focus on filling the cup with beans. Blonde hair over your cheek, stroking the soft skin with a funny feeling, only pushing you to squirt more.

“You know if you liked him so much, you could have just said. I would think of something.” He whispers mockingly, smacking his lips in the end. Shiver comes with his next move, hands on your hips, keeping them from stirring so much, hot and on the smaller side however still noticeably bigger than your own. “Sadly I do not share my clients.”

With those words, he quickly detaches himself, hitting your bum with a cheeky smile that you soon could see right before you as the boy grabs one of the fresh croissants, putting the whole thing into his mouth.

“It must be big for you to say that.” You laugh, looking at the choking boy with the same expression he was giving you not even a minute ago.

“That was totally inappropriate.” Says blonde, chugging a glass of water you gave him out of pity.

“Now, don’t play an innocent Jimin, I see how you look at that one girl that comes here every friday. Didn’t you even memorize her order - gosh i heard you repeating it so many times that I know it myself.”

“Okay, okay maybe you are right, but it doesn’t mean you can judge me.”

“Would I ever?” A dramatic sight from the boy's accusations leaves your lips, you touch your heart looking at him with the most hurt eyes you could manage to do, a little tear spins in your eye. Mouth full of baked goodie, he laughs showing a little of non eaten food, with a proud expression to it. Your own smile now noticeable on face, happy feeling over your whole being, loving how this short amount of time with the bubbly boy let you forget about some problems. You take one of the left rags of the counter and throw it at his face, hoping to get him to work. “Stop eating! We are opening soon and I don't want to listen to how the coffee machines should be ready before the first client, because someone didn’t want to move his ass.”

“Just say you don’t want to deal with that old raisin.”

Nobody did, but Jimin had some superpower you sadly did not possess, and could at least shut the old businessman that somehow always comes first. Coming back to an earlier job, you pour black beans in the measuring cup, trying not to let the weight of the bag swoop you.

Place once again in a nice atmosphere, Jimin singing somewhere in the back, probably preparing syrups and goodies, sorting eveyrything on the displae plate. You two fell in a pleasant rhythm, doing your jobs like robots, knowing where things should go, and how not to disturb each other in the middle of action.

And it was something you really enjoyed, that piece and order, making you feel secure at least in such a place. Like you had power over your own life, your hands did what you wanted, your mind clear with tasks to be done.

Peace.

You both knew that this place was a mere act in the theatre of lies, you played in. Cafe such like that one, a happy place for two broke students, that tried everything in their power to make a living, pursue dreams so far away, still hoping that they are not going to disappear with all the hardships.

You could just drown in this lie of beauty picture you painted yourself, pretending your lifes do not look as bad, and even though you did not know the boy so well, you could tell from his eyes that he indeed is a player in the same game as you.

The truth being you did not know each other, you were not close. You knew about his job, about his own problems - some of them left unsaid, but who could you judge when you acted exactly the same.

Understanding from each other was enough.

However the boy tried to help you, offering sum of money or better paid jobs in times when you were too tired to hide it, those although - he learned after some time, never were an option for you.

And so with the next passing wind, the first client came welcoming you with kind of a grumpy smile, wishing for you to just make him the coffee. It was as always, a busy morning on the first day of the week, that always seems a little more crowded than any other, with business men and middle aged women trying to get over their morning sickness as fast as possible.

You saw the girl you talked about some minutes ago, looking from her covering eyes bangs, squashed from pink beanie on her head, nevertheless still laid perfectly. A little wave, hand hid under the panda mittens she liked to wear every other day the temperature goes down.

You smiled at the interaction, the excited smile on Jimin's face he tried so hard to hide, not doing a good job with his nearly nonexistent eyes that disappeared just because of it. She was pretty, a student in a university you both go to, however you were not sure what exactly she was majoring in.

Her funky style makes you take a shot at something related to fashion, but that might be completely wrong and the girl could just like wearing such bright clothes.

“Love the mittens, they look nearly as cute as you.” You heard, looking back from your busy hands, to gaze at the flustered pair. Adorable giggle soon leaves her mouth, covering lips with the said gloves as her own eyes disappear from weirdly similar eyesmile.

Jimin was a sweetheart, someone who deserved a happy future. And so you did everything to make that happen, wishing him the best and trying to help him even if it means your own happiness goes on a second plan.

“I'm sorry but could I order.” Coming back to your own job, you look up immediately, catching the gaze of one of the clients you did not recognize.

“Oh yes of course, I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get you?”

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A loud noise of a closing locker echoes in a quiet room in the back of the coffee shops. Night air chilling from the open window you opened some minutes ago, to get rid of a smell so many people.

The calm of the room soothing your buzzing nerves and shaking hands, that always seems to do it after a hard day of work. Your attention now somewhere else as you try to take off the blue apron, laying it somewhere on the lonely bench next to you.

It was a busy day, helping you forget about what waits for you at home, and what person will probably visit you in the meantime. You didn’t like those times, the quiet after such hard working hours, leaving you with anxious thoughts rotating around the same problems you tried so hard to run away from.

So you tried once again, silence your mind with your hands, taking every job you could, now wiping lockers that never needed to be wiped before. The same rug from before in your hands, sliding over an uneven surface.

“Y/n?” You jumped from the sudden voice, swearing that Jimin was in the other room just a second ago. Turning around, you try to look unbothered, clenching the old rug in your hands with such interest. A little noise comes from your mouth, hum to let him know you are aware of his presence.

“Everything alright?” He asks a little unsure of the question, looking at you from the other side of the room, close to the door connected to the main room.

“Yeah, why would there not be?

“You were cleaning the lockers like not even a minute ago.” He says without thinking. Voice somehow suspicious, full of hidden concern as his suspicions from before seem to be true. You were not alright, and Jimin knows exactly what it may be. “If you need hel-”

“I'm alright! I'm really alright there is no need to worry, I'm just stressed because med major is harder than I thought.” The sigh is enough to let you know that he is not buying it.

Hard steps as he comes closer, opening his own locker situated right next to you, eyes glazing back at you from his clothes is started to put back. Tight lipped smiles is the only thing you are capable of answering with, catching his dark stare for a second.

“Im worried, and I know what you want to say, but I can’t help it. You are always the one that takes my burden so why can I not do the same?” He closes the locker with too much strength, making you jump again from the loud noise.

“It’s different.”

“How is it different? You help me with everything, you let me cry, you let me crash at your apartment when my parents try to make a mess again, so what’s the problem with me?! You don’t even want to tell me what's wrong dammit.” His eyes glassy from all the emotions, hands in a fist as if he tried to hold himself back. He turned completely to you, cornering you to the lockers behind, not letting you leave this time.

“Is it because of my work? Are you ashamed to take dirty money from someone who can’t earn normally and needs to sell themself. Is it this?! Tell me Y/n, I’m tired of seeing you in such a state, you are my friend.”

“You know it’s not that.” You tried to argue catching his watery eyes.

“So tell me, tell what is going on.”

Your own mouth in agape, words lost somewhere in the back of your head. So many years going alone, keeping everything to yourself shows itself with such a hestation of saying easy words that could let you breathe easier at night.

But would they really?

Giving someone your own burden was something you were taught as a shame. Problems should stay in family, and even there your father always told you to fight them alone.

“I - “ Eyes hopeful, looking at you with new found desperation. Big and different from the ones he was giving the sweet girl with panda mittens, and that alone made you sick knowing that the sparkle left because of you. “I’m sorry Jimin I just can’t.”

And you broke. With the remaining energy you mustered, you fell onto Jimin, him nearly not catching you on time. First tears fell, with such a power, rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt. You did not know why, why now you decided to just let go, sobbing so much, hoping the boy will understand that you only need someone to hold you.

And he did, wrapping his arms so securely around, letting you hide the red face in a crock of his neck. Fresh smell of flowers and perfume he always wore with a noticeable hint of coffee, you probably possesed yourself. Quiet whispers of comfort, tickling your scalp a little, hands patting your hair with care, brushing them with such a delicacy, like he secretly knew how breakable you are now.

“It’s going to be okay.” Void promise, his lips close to you kissing your forehead, with shaky hands trying so hard to gather every tear that fell down. With a little move he sat on a bench, an apron which you earlier left there dropped on the floor, a quiet thud ran in the small room, you on his lap, trying so hard to become smaller nearly molding in the bigger body of Jimin’s.

Sorry’s fly through your mouth, realizing it after Jimin's starts to rock your body. He peels your face from the safe space of his neck, wiping your running tears with both of his thumbs and trying to smile a little.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes we need to let someone in, let them help put broken pieces together.” Eyes shining in the dim light of the room, your mouth ready to disagree quickly however quieten by his own speech. ”I know what you want to say Y/n” He starts again taking a big breath. “Being helpless doesn’t mean being weak, asking for help is not something to be ashamed of. Being strong however - is letting someone in, taking they hand and standing up with them - you have to have courage to do it, and I know you do to - but whoever put such a toxic mindset in you, keeps you from it and you need to realize that there is no longer people who will judge you for falling down a litte.”

Eyes falling down, sore from all the crying that has no plans to stop. You wipe the snot with your sleeve as well as wet cheeks, laughing a little after it, sniffles in the room as you try to calm yourself a little.

Jimins gaze still at you, now softer still brushing your hair in a calming manner with the second hand drawing circles on the side of your waist. It was shameful, hearing such words, knowing deep down they were true, but too prideful to agree with them.

“Gosh If I knew you cry like that, I would take a bucket with me. I wouldn’t need to pay water bills for like two months with it. “ He laughs as you smack him with your hand. Smile on your face, you tilt your head leaning on his arm with all the weight, a small sigh leaves your mouth. Smell of coffee now is more prominent with his own perfume, which he wears everyday, pushing your mind into own fuzzy feeling. “You know that I will always be there for you, right?”

A silent nod is enough, not too much to say after such an outbreak from your side still buzzing inside you. You know it was true, with how much you both came through together, it would be stupid to leave someone who become somehow a safe heaven.

“What are you going to do now? You won’t take any money, I guess you either are not going to be too willing to crash in my apartment.” Your head immediately shots up, eyes searching those of Jimin. A look of confusion cross your face for a second, with the words repeating in your mind once again. His face however is still serious, not leaving your surprised gaze.

“W-what how do you kno -”

“Your landlord called, I didn’t want to disturb you on your break - by the way I saw you sleeping you are not as sneaky as you think.” He interrupts you in the middle of talking, brushing his hair.

You frown, looking in disbelief at the boy, a little upset from the news. Touching your phone was okay, but taking a call and not saying anything, it just fell wrong.

“So why were you trying so hard to force me to talk?” The questions came a little more aggressive than intended, but who could you blame when your private life was exposed so easily. Truth being that you felt not as angry as embarrassed, never sharing such information before leaving them in the dark.

“I know you would be angry when I tell you about the phone - which I was right about.” He pouts looking somewhere in shame, like a child that was caught with sneaking sweets.

“But it doesn’t matter, what are you going to do without help? It’s not like our boss will gave you a rise from nothing, and do not even think about starting another job - we have studies, it would be plain stupid unless you ask your family for help, you never mentioned them but they would understand right?.”

“They sure would.” You sneer, standing up from the comfort of his lap. Your smile turned down on the mention of those people, it's not like you want to have something going on with them, it would be asking satan for help and that always comes with a price. “Thanks for everything Jimin, but I will be alright.” You add walking back to the hatstand where your hoodie hangs, grabbing it with your free hand, second one carrying the bag. Jimin's eyes follow you, surprised by the sudden movement and innocently big, like he waited for some better explanations - which he won’t get.

“B-but wait! Where are you going, don’t leave me like that!” You heard the shouts, desperate movements in the previous room meaning the boy tried to catch up, however you were long ago outside the cute coffee shop, starting the journey to your quiet apartment. Maybe it was mean, and maybe Jimin was too good to be treated like this, but your own mood was now too fragile to stay in the same room as the insistent boy.

Autumn wind welcoming you once again, cold weather sneaking inside your clothes, the light hoodie not doing any justice with such temperature - still it was the only thing you owned with better quality. Head full of thoughts a little overcrowded with a starting headache, not letting you walk in a peace you somehow needed just now.

Walk to your house - at least the recent one, was not one of the long one, rather passing as a nice stroll. And even though your shifts ended in night hours, the quiet and calm way never made you feel scared of any sudden dangers awaiting you on Seoul's streets. It was a nice neighborhood, one where families that were a little lower than middle class tried to make a living, keeping their kids in a safe environment. Happy smiles and laughs welcoming you sometimes in the morning, kids rushing to their own school, greeting you even after those months you stayed there, only making you nostalgic at the thought of leaving such a safe haven.

So it was more than surprising when a quick footstep rang in your ears, soon nearing you even faster. Your beating heart now rapidly knocks in your chest, as your eyes try to search for the reason for those sounds.

You didn’t need to search for loong, soon hearing the screech of a voice not so far from you. “Y/n! Wait for me!” It was even worse when the little man started to dramatically draw his hands to touch, however your concern only lay in the thought of waking up the whole neighborhood. Eyes slitted, an annoyed expression crossing your face at the sight of the panting boy, soon stopping before you, not without tripping and nearly taking you with him. “You… really want to kill me.”

Heavy breath hitting your face, his voice strained and tired from the miles he needed to run to catch up to you. You however were more than a little shocked - yes Jimin is stubborn, and yes he is the person to run after someone just because the said person lost a penny, but his appearance here was different. It was crossing the invisible line you both draw, accepting each other's bubble of comfort.

So the question still stayed, your face hard with a thundering gaze waiting for the boy to calm a bit.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Seriousness leaked out from his tone, however the way his eyes scrunched only meant that he indeed felt a little hurt from your previous action. And you don’t even wonder why, knowing how your choices could wound the innocent boy. “Is it about your family? If its a soft topic we can never talk about it ag-”

“You want me to walk away again?” His eyes got bigger at your cold tone, his foot taking a step back. Your family, the topic you did not want to bring up today, explaining the harsh demeanor you suddenly took. Eyes however softened as fast as they met the boy’s hurted ones, a gulp of remorse sliding down your throat. “Look - I appreciate your help but I don’t need a person to be helpless with.” You took a step forward placing your hands on the boy's arm, squeezing it in reassurement. Looking him straight into eyes a sight left your mouth soon forming in a little awkward smile - the only one you could force yourself into. “You helped me enough, there is nothing else you can do, It’s not your battle to fight you have your own problems and asking you to take mine would be cruel.”

And how awful it was to turn back leaving him again, you did just that, giving him the last pat with a smile. His own mouth opening and closing, agape from the schock you probably left him. And you were sure that this time he will let it go, your words full of coldness not leaving room for arguments.

“But what if I do?” His voice stopped you in the middle of the step, freezing your form with a new squeeze in stomach. You did want to hope for nothing, feeling how your eyes got bigger in surprise, being so close to turning back to face the blonde boy. “What if I can do something?”

“Jimin we are over it - I won’t take any of your mo-”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m not that stupid to not understand first hundret times you made it clear.”” You turn at his clear voice, full of seriousness and unsaid promises. New thoughts fell over your messy mind, Jimin’s voice still ringing in your ears as well as the hot gaze he kept on you, fixated on your weirdly sluggish posture. You were more than confused, his help however not new for you, the sudden change of demeanor was like a bucket of cold water maybe pushing you into admitting that the boy indeed had some kind of solution. “Please try to listen to me first and please try to be open minded.” He adds taking a big breath making him close his eyes for a second, only to stare at you even more firmly, nearly hiding his shaky hands. A silent nod from you lighted once again the enduring fire of his eyes.

Now you were even more curious.

“What if I get you a client?” Innocent question, firstly confusing you even more with the weird words, the realization came with your mouth opening a look of disbelief crossing your eyes for a second even if you tried to remind yourself that you situation it's not the one to be judgy.

“You do-”

“Let me finish, please?” And you could not find the power in yourself to not give in. Looking straight into his gaze you closed your mouth, still hanging from the previous schock you experienced. “I was in the same place as you some years ago, a broke student without any help or hope - and I know what you want to say, but it's not as bad as it seems. You don’t even know how much I wish that at that time I had better option, but there was none and probably won’t be if I still want to chase my dreams The job is really not that bad, people don’t know, they do not need to know - even if they wanted the community of them would not allow it cause they want only that - discretion.”

You winced, the cold brushing your cheeks even more from the chill night, moon being your only source of light shining at boy’s figure like in some kind of movie. And to be completely honest, you indeed feel like in some kind of drama, emotions oozing from both of you in waves crashing in the middle with a tension to it. You didn’t want to seem rude, your face trying to stay some kind of neutral, however you knew that Jimin saw the first pull you unconsciously did, decided to let it slip instead looking at you with even more solemnity.

Yeah you knew about his past, history he one time told you in the middle of breakdown, then seemingly crazy and full of hardship, now you started to see yourself in the boy, his place now taken by you in the most awful way.

“It’s really not that bad Y/n” He whispers, voice full of softness you were thankful about. You felt breakable, the thought of actually doing it scaring you with how probable it really is. “I’m so sorry I can't do more, but it’s the only way I can help.”

You didn’t even realize when he came so close, touching your arm with his little bigger hands clenching it. Your eyes squeezed as your hands fell to your sides lifelessly, emotions now once again leaving you a little too suddenly, the grip you always had on your life slipping from your grasp with a gasp. It was hard, facing something you worked so long for only to ruin it because of such a thing as money. It was so funny, your own younger self laughing at you probably, telling you how your choices led you to that state.

“It’s really the end huh?” You didn’t need to look to know about the sad gaze he momentarily gave you. Arm sneaking around your shoulders, your posture seemingly smaller than normally, bringing you to the warm body of the blonde boy. Not a word said, only the silence being louder than aggressive shouting.

There was no need for a better explanation, your mind was already processing the idea of selling yourself to someone, and how shocking it could be that it never crossed your mind before. You can’t say the job disgusted you, you can't say it did not leave you with a sour taste on your tongue, like something is wrong with the image of you in such an environment again.

Again.

Well that was something that did not sit right with you, running away your whole life from it, now going back to the cave of a tiger - conscious suicade.

Face plastered on the surface of the brown coat, fluffy fabric brushing your face with every breath he took. The gesture leaves you with a heavy heart, not understanding why Jimin wanted to help you so much. Was it an obligation? Did he feel like he owed you something?

You just couldn't grasp the idea why, why was he so insistent, it’s only you in the end, a friend from the same coffee shop he worked in, someone who is not important in his life, someone who he will leave when the time comes. So why?

And maybe with the next gust of wind, a quiet whisper in your ear you realized deep down, that he was the first person in your life which genuinely cared for you. However the musky scent and heavy thoughts still repeated the same question, but you knew somewhere in your mind that it’s only a matter of time when the quiet suggestion will be proven.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” A silent nod, your head still leaning on his shoulders, too tired to move. His hands petting your hair, a quiet hum leaving his mouth while he did it, melody not familiar, dancing in the silence of the night. You sighted taking one step back, immediately feeling a cold breeze hitting you, the source of heat now gone, making you shiver in the lighter clothes. Little smile screeching on your lips after you saw his worried gaze, sitting on your figure not planning to move.

“You too.” Sticking your hands into the big pocket of your hoodie, you turned your head in the way he came nodding. None of you moved, gaze met in the middle as you tried to not show how cold you really wera, body shaking in unnatural ways wanting to move for some kind of warm up.

He did not smile, even after your own stretched into a larger one, you decided not to pry and just turn around with a silent wave, head ahead of you eyes looking in the dark depths of the street where you lived. He knew you were not alright, gaze piercing you through every layer you tried to put in a situation like this, a copy mechanism you were not that proud of. And so with the head lowered you took the first step away not minding the still lingering stare on your shoulders.

The main worry now being the cold weather and little clothes that shielded you from it, the idea of the whole conversation put somewhere on the side.

However, he and you were pretty well aware of what is going to happen the next day.

In the end it's you who soon is not even going to possess own body.

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Sleepless nights were not new, the feeling of tiredness you could not just wipe with the piece of the fabric a familiar one, the eyes trying to stay focused on things even though they were so hard to close themself for some sweet time, just to be forcefully open. Two words were enough for you to not hide the utter ache, you so perfectly masked in the middle of the coldest night.

And so maybe it was the cold keeping you awake in the dark, the blanket not enough to warm up your lifeless limbs, or maybe the lingering touches of the blonde boy that stayed even after so many afters after the whole conversation.

You felt weak, blinking in the grey room watching the wall like it would show something incredible, the scratches on it similar to the one you did when the stress was too much, decorating pieces of your skin like an art. The night was a big blur, hours now looking at the nonexisting stuff passed with a blink of an eye only to put you in another of the memories.

Blonde hair somewhere there scrolled in the side of your mind. Oh yeah, the said boy came the next day, look on his face too hard to forget as the next wall you built was just ruined.

He looked at you from behind his eyelashes with eyes dimmed with a sort of fog. Silence being the only comfort in the moment - early morning helping with it. He knew that this time the situation did not have many options, not any without any loss.

However he came, with a mind to let you help with thinking of any other ideas to help you, the conversation from the other night forgotten after he stepped in the gloomy apartament. And it doesn’t surprise you, the look you probably carried spoke for himself.

In his hands soon layed inconspicuously looking scrap of paper, tempting with his appearance like the most loucioust sin. He read it with squinted eyes, not needing a lot of time to find out what exactly the letter applied to.

What surprised him after such information is, how really the girl hid behind such an innocent facade, the new wave of respect crashed on him with the thought how strong you really are to not ask for help. The human thing was to linger, searching for attention so long to have someone finally do everything for us.

He had money, he had it so much that he could easily help her for next month, but he knew how every proposition like that would end up.

In the end they were really similar.

“Maybe there is another way.” He cut the silence, after a while regretting the action. Eyes met somewhere in the middle and both of their gaze was meaningful enough to answer his void of hope. “Have you tried to talk with the flat owner?”

Grimace on your face once again was enough, you shook your head remembering not the best meeting with the older man. “Many times. The guy is purely business oriented, he doesn’t care about your private life but if you pay everything - which as you can see I have a problem with.”

“I know that it’s a hard topic, but what about your family. There needs to be at least one person.” You looked down, carpet under your feets still fluffy and soft under your feet, the silence embracing you both. Jimin awkwardly scratched his arm, biting his lips in the process, the topic one again making your mood even worse. “Im sorr-”

“There is no need, it doesn’t matter anyway. My family is off limits when it comes to those types of things.” You cut him off, looking from the side at the little embarrassed boy. A sigh leaves your mouth as you lean on to your old couch, ruffling your hair after. “Jimin there is really no other way. Your option is the only thing I can do, even if the idea scares me.”

He looked at you with a small smile, the memories from his past coming back to him, when it was him who was sitting at your place, maybe with a different situation, but the fear in the eyes remained the same. He sat next to you, hand catching yours latching fingers with yours, as if that small gesture was supposed to pass everything.

And maybe it was like that, however how sweet and calming the motion wouldn’t be, nothing has been solved, and your decision it's going to change your life completely.

“You start to accept it with time.” He whispers tightening the grip on your head, the sentence seemingly had a bit more to the story. You guessed he tried not only to convince you both himself too.

Idea still fresh in your mind, hard to process it actually is going to happen, eyes meeting once again with the dark ones of the boy, millions of heistations flowing in the circle of your pupils.

“What If I don’t want to accept it? Jimin, I'm going to sell myself like some kind of animal.” You started, soon seeing how every word pierced the boy, a hurt crossing his face for a while. However he himself knew how his job was not something to brag about, something that should be kept to yourself.

“First - you are not going to be a prostitute, it’s their job. Second - you are not selling yourself, your body maybe, your time - yes. This whole messed up business, which no one truly understands, it's not only based on pleasure and successful bargain. The people you are going to provide services will require more, however you too will be able to demand - and that’s the difference.” He instinctively stood up, turning his back to you to hide his face for you.

You decided not to question that, the topic probably being equally hard for him. Following his figure, you listened to every word which could calm your buzzing nerves.

“Mone-” You started trying to guess about the demand he was talking about. The cash suggests itself in your mind. The boy quickly turned back, dark eyes catching your breath in the middle.

“Respect.” He finished, taking an earlier abandoned cup of tea to his hand. You were confused, your gaze spoke for himself, the utter questions building with every quiet minute he left you with. “Do you know why so few people are able to survive in such a business, or why so few people know about it?” He asked knowing fully he won't get any answer from you. He sighted brushing his blonde hair back, a little oliy from the last day of work, he came to the other side of the room sitting on one of the smaller tables just before you.

“You will need to play a role, you will become an actress in real life without the power to question your own character. People that are directors in fact are going to be your clients, giving you the script you will need to act on. In the beginning it’s going to be hard, but with time you will understand that you can either love it or you are someone who is not suitable for such a job.”

So many questions, which only bundled up with the said words. A weird twinge in your heart, forcing you to stop thinking about it like a sweet temptation, however the beautiful words he wrapped everything with stronger. The idea seems so easy, so free and so good, too good to be true.

You looked at him, the tiredness hitting you suddenly but so many not arranged issues kept you on your toes, so with the remaining power you sighed rubbing your eyes. You decided, your last way out.

“How i'm even going to start?” The question filled him with a relife, not understanding exactly why, the thought of having someone close in the same job loaded him with unanswered happiness. He gazed back, the look making you sit more comfortable forcing your attention directly at him.

“The clients are mostly the people you least expect to. Although they are not people which can afford a whore - lame millionaires or self-proclaimed gangsters. Don’t get me wrong but if they were them they could have just bought the random first person that is willing to do everything they want, for them however the most important is discretion and loyalty.” He started, stopping for a while to take out his phone and quickly search something on it.

With one move he showed you a picture of a man, you strangely knew. Black hair, similar to the blackness of the sky so different from the boy sitting just before you and a beautiful porcelain looking skin. He looked proud, even as a imagine the frozen photo oozing of confidence and power.

You knew those people pretty well, a little too well. Too proud for their own good and too proud to admit their wrongs, making money in such a way to not get attention if they are dirty or not. Familiar contempt towards others. You tried so hard to run away just from people like that, you hoped the clients Jimin was talking about are just the little CEO’s, not that important or dangerous.

And how ironic it was that you yourself are going to willingly put yourself in such a toxic environment again, people that are more influential than politicians and authorities. Next question popping on the side, how the blonde boy survived there without any knowledge.

“I see you can guess about who i’m talking about, and It’s not your first contact with them, right?” He started, brushing his hair once again, a habit you noticed. He needed to admit that your expression put him in uneasiness, look on your face nearly scared like a child that watched horror for the first time. He didn’t want to annoy the topic, leaving it in the air with the restless tension, instead he closed his phone hiding it back into his pocket.

His eyes still on you, your mind somewhere else as the quietness of the room started to spin around. The unanswered question lingered on your tongue, kept in the end of your mouth like some kind of secret. And as you thought it’s the end, the little ping came from the pocket he put his phone into.

“Well, I don’t know If you are interested but there is someone who is willing meet.”

[teyvattherapist]

Hello! Can I request headcanons of Zhongli and Dainsleif with an reader who is a god from another pantheon, not related to celestia or the archons.

Having protected some of khaenri'ahs people from the gods, helping them escape and rebuild, watching over them and protecting them from danger.

Also could the reader maybe be male? Can be gn it's just that there is SO much female stuff out there, would be a nice breath of fresh air

So, I thought this idea was super cool. But I may have not understood the assignment. This is less xReader and more +Reader, if that makes sense? Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this! I actually had a lot of fun writing this idea!

PS, I agree wholeheartedly, and the amount of untagged fem!reader too </3 yikes.

Tags: m!reader/Zhongli, m!reader/Dainsleif, m!reader/Aether, mentions of Khaenri'ah, Zhongli, and Dainsleif spoilers. God!reader

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Khaenri’ah wouldn’t have had any survivors if it hadn’t been for a particular man that seemed unfazed by the battlefield the once prosperous nation of humanity became. Neither Khaenri’ahn nor from Celestia, simply an outlander. Despite showing great fighting prowess and strategic skill, Khaenri’ah had still fallen under the watchful gaze of the man. Of course, this was just a legend, a small rumour only known by the most curious of historians or academics. And even then, it’s debated. With the legacy of Khaenri’ah long gone, all that was left was anecdotal evidence.

Zhongli

-Morax more than likely met you on the battlefield, where he quickly learned you held the marks of the stars, the marks of the Divine. But not the same divinity he and his fellow archons held, no it was a divinity from somewhere else entirely.

-Caught up in his surprise is how you were able to best him for the time being, allowing some of Khaen’riah’s people to escape. All in all, their escape hadn’t seemed important in the grand scheme of things. Khaenri’ah had fallen, nonetheless.

-He was no longer Morax, God of Geo and Contracts. He was Zhongli, funeral consultant. And it was in Liyue Harbour under such ‘disguise’ did he once more run into the unnamed God.

Amber eyes searched the crowd of Liyue Harbour, the market stalls near the docks were particularly busy with that year’s Lantern Rite upon them. A man immediately caught the watchful eyes of one Zhongli. A man dressed in odd garb in front of a stall, holding a trinket up for a better look at the small item. The former archon drew closer, doing his best not to draw attention, he was curious, really. So familiar and yet such a distant memory.

A crowd of tourists blocked his eyes for just a moment, and the figure at the stall was gone. Zhongli figured he must have been seen approaching, he had half a mind to return to where he was. Turning on his heel, he stepped when he came face to face with a far too familiar face. “Hello again, Rex Lapis, I believe it is in Liyue?” Your voice was quiet, perhaps not to attract the attention of the people around you both.

You still carried the marks of stars from distant lands, divinity that did not belong to Celestia. Just as you had all those centuries ago. “I tend to go by Zhongli.” His polite correction was responded to with a curt nod. You were much friendlier off of the battlefield, that much was a given. A voice called his name and he turned his head to look for the Traveler who had called out for him. He lifted his hand to them, head turning back to where you had been. Though, you were no longer there.

Dainsleif

-He hadn’t personally met you all those centuries ago. He’d seen you, yes. Watched you as you did your best to save the people of his nation from turning into monsters that would become the Abyss Order.

-Cursed with immortality, cursed to wander, cursed with a corruption he did not understand at the time. Dainsleif never did seek out the people he had failed when they escaped. So it was years before he saw you again.

-He had watched from afar occasionally, watched the survivors well.. Survive. Flourish under new identities set up by this unidentified God, flourish with the aid of the very type of person they should have been scared of.

-But that was years ago now.

Dainsleif inhaled sharply when somebody ran directly into his back, digging his heel into the ground to avoid staggering. “Apologies! I was lost in thought.” A rather chipper voice that sounded somewhat familiar, another fragmented memory that prevented him from placing names.. But not the face this time. Dainsleif’s eyes narrowed at your face, your attire, your general mannerisms. You flashed him a knowing smile before you turned to disappear once more through the crowded streets of Fontaine.

The boughkeeper grabbed your elbow before you could go, an unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. Did you know him, too? The people of Fontaine paid no mind as they moved around you two and in that moment, there were only two in all of Teyvat. A Khaen’riahn who witnessed the fall of a nation, and the only God willing to extend his hand. “Who are you?” He decides to ask, blue eyes betraying nothing more than a long forgotten lineage.

You tilt your head at him, eyes flicking to where he held your arm and he released you. His gloved hand fell to his side with the consequence that you may leave without giving him any answers. “I am known by many names across worlds. Here, though, I am simply the God of Fate.” His blond brows furrow at your words and you respond with a bow of your head. Dainsleif could only watch as you disappeared into the crowd without another word, your cloak flowing behind you. A cloak weaved with the threads of fate themselves.

BONUS - Aether

“You only come in times of great catastrophe.”

You look up from the book you had gotten engrossed in, sitting beneath a tree in one of the forests of Sumeru. You place your bookmark into the book, setting the item down in your lap as the blond man you had known once in a previous life sat down in front of you. “For the most part, this is true.” You respond, words simple, tone sombre. His usual companion was nowhere to be seen and you wondered if he had specifically sought you out.

Golden eyes look up at you, a millennia of experiences hidden behind a boyish face. You adjust your cloak, the black and gold threaded fabric falling over the back of the rock you had taken up as a chair. “What is the God of Fate doing in Teyvat?” His voice wasn’t accusatory or hostile by any means. After your last meeting in a previous world, you had learned he was no threat and he had learned that neither were you.

You held a gloved hand up, a leaf drifting down from the tree having caught your attention. “The threads of fate change like tides. The possibilities for Teyvat are endless and I am here to record the outcomes.” Aether seems satisfied with the answer as he sits back, elbows and forearms resting in the grass and holding him up. “Are you enjoying Teyvat so far, Aether? I believe we last met in..”

You hummed for a moment and the blond traveler chuckled at the momentary forgetfulness that could befall somebody who had recorded it all. “Tamriel. I didn’t fancy that place, that’s for sure. Teyvat is much better than that I suppose.” Aether looked around the two of you, the solitary forest you had taken an interest in. “The people here are interesting, much different from the ones I’m used to, but it isn’t bad!”

It was your turn to laugh.

[free-pancakes]

Prompt - villain Hange. Marleyan or from Paradis. Hange is against the survey corps. Levihan fight each other and have an enemies to lovers type of relationship

this was a def a challenging prompt, anon! hope you like it!

A tall, messy haired titan shifters with glasses. Levi had encountered her just two times before.

The first time had been the day the Scouts had chased after the traitors—Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover, who had captured Eren and Ymir. The day Eren yelled and the abnormal titans began to attack Reiner and Bertholdt. The day Erwin lost his arm.

At the end of all the chaos and everyone began riding horses in retreat, Levi stayed behind to make sure everyone had escaped safely. He watched as the armored titan, Bertholdt, and Ymir trying to fight off the abnormal titans who suddenly began attacking them after Eren commanded them to. Levi almost... felt bad for them, conflicted feelings bubbling up inside as they were once considered his comrades.

However, as Levi turned around, he saw another titan—one he had never seen before. The titan took the form of a wolf, oddly majestic for such a monster, it’s shaggy brown fur lighting up with a subtle sheen of gold from the setting sun. It ran towards them, and Levi took his chance to capture its shifter. He launched himself out towards it, at the advantage as it didn’t see him coming. He fought with it, and the wolf titan put up a good fight, until Levi finally cut at the nape.

Messy brown hair tied up in a ponytail, she looked at him, desperation showing in her brown eyes surrounded by titan marks. Levi was almost dumbstruck as he looked at her—beauty catching him quite off guard. They locked eyes for a moment, and time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other for the very first time. Before Levi knew it, the moment had ended, and the shifter had brought her hand up to her mouth, electrifying light shining, the explosion of her turning back into a titan blasting Levi far out of the way. He could only watch as the wolf jumped bravely into the mess of titans, pulling out Reiner, Bertholdt, and Ymir out safely by its mouth. It ran away, but for a brief moment, Levi watched it turn its head around as it sped off, taking one more look at him.

He wouldn’t hesitate next time, he thought. It was invaluable to the Scouts to catch a titan shifter who might talk to them.

The second time he encountered her was during their attack on Marley, many years after the first time they crossed paths. This time, their fight was much more fleshed out.

Levi encountered her alone, as her wolf titan form ran around, seemingly trying to defend both the jaw and cart titans, who both seemed to be severely injured, maybe even on the brink of death. Levi came in quick like lightning, aiming for its nape. As he sped down, somehow, she matched his inhuman speed, wiping him away with a swipe of her tail. Levi caught himself by his feet on a nearby building, launching himself back at her. Back and forth they exchanged blows, both of them so skilled at their movements that it almost felt like a choreographed dance, each of their hearts feeling like they stopped beating as they held their breaths, unsure as to who would make it out of there alive. Levi was impressed, and it made him that much more determined to capture her. Levi came back at her, sure he'd aimed himself right towards the nape, but was shocked as he stared at her human form, throwing him off. A smart move--she had emerged from the nape herself this time to surprise him. He was moving so fast that he couldn't change trajectory, and he didn't want to risk killing her since it'd be the smart move to capture her and bring her back to Paradis. He faltered, holding his blades back, but was met with a strong punch to the face. Levi felt the blood rush to his face on impact, and he fell to the ground.

The blow was quite strong, and Levi saw stars as he watched her jump upon the lifeless titan bodies, grabbing Pieck and Porco from the napes of their titans.

He was out of commission, laying on the ground trying to catch his breath and calm his spinning mind, and once again, he watched the shifter run away with the two, Porco on her back, Pieck in her arms. He watched her turn and look at him again, this time, seeing what might have been sadness in her eyes, but also a strange sparkle of curiosity as she stared back at him. The moment ended as she turned around and continued to run to safety.

And now, this was the third time he encountered her. Levi lay in the grass, his wounds from the explosion with Zeke oozing blood all over his face. He was falling in and out of consciousness as he stared Floch in the face, who held him at gunpoint. Levi thought this might be his end, but suddenly, he saw a flash of yellow light, and then, all the Yeagerists were gone. He felt himself being carried quickly into the forest. He couldn't make out who had saved him, but whoever it was felt warm, and he oddly felt very safe as his vision gradually went black.

Levi woke up, a dull pain all over his body. He felt bandages on all of his extremities, and what felt like stitches across his face. He turned to see who was sitting next to him, the person who had saved him from what seemed like his inevitable death. His vision blurred until it finally focused on a weirdly familiar figure. It was...

"Hi, Levi. You're finally awake! You had me pretty worried."

Levi's breath hitched in shock--he felt his heart raced as conflicting feelings rose from his chest, knowing she was his enemy, yet, for whatever reason, she had been in the right place at the right time, and saved him. Levi tried to sit up, but quickly felt dizzy, and felt her hand on his chest, urging him to lay back down.

"Easy, shorty!"

What?

SHORTY?

"...What the hell did you just call me?"

"Shorty! Yknow, cause you're short!"

Levi felt a twinge of annoyance shoot across his brain.

"What the--I'll... I'll kill you right now!"

"Oh no, the little Shorty is gonna kill me, I better run, huh?" she teased, followed by a huge laugh.

Levi was thrown for a loop, a mix of emotions swirling around inside him from annoyance, to anger, to strangely enough, comfort. Despite being pretty annoying, her presence was warm. It put him at ease--at least in a way that no enemy had ever before. He watched her smile at him as he lay.

Coming to think of it--in all the times he encountered her before, she had never attacked him directly. Only in defense of her comrades. Every time, she was there to save people, and ran away. He found that to be quite strange considering this wasn't the case with any other Marleyan he had encountered so far. And this time... she had saved him. An enemy.

"Why?"

"Why, what, Shorty?"

"Okay, stop calling me that... four-eyes."

"Oooh a nickname for me now?" She asked excitedly.

God.

"Why are you here? Why did you..."

"Save your butt?" she said matter-of-factly with a big grin at the end.

Despite his annoyance at that, Levi nodded his head in agreement.

"Well... you seem like a good person, Levi Ackerman. Despite all the rants I've heard from Zeke. He thought you were dangerous, and I mean, rightly so based on what you've done to him. But! I knew you had a good heart. And I think you proved it a little more to me over the past few days."

She laid a fist on his chest, right over his heart.

"You were in and out of a fever for a few days and I'm not sure if you remembered but, we did talk a lot."

Levi was surprised, and wondered what they might have talked about--he truly didn't remember any of that. She could have been lying... but her eyes looked pretty genuine. Whatever he said clearly allowed her to feel like she could trust him.

Levi had a million questions, but his mind was interrupted as she crawled towards him.

"Looks like you can probably handle yourself from here. I left some medicine in that bag over there, and there's some food and water I have stashed for you in it as well."

Suddenly, he felt her face achingly close to his. And he felt, a small kiss on his forehead. And for whatever reason, he felt calmness fall over him. She stood up, and began to walk away.

"Wait--" Levi felt himself say, surprised at the amount of longing and desperation in his voice.

She stopped without turning around.

"My name's Hange. Hange Zoe." she said, as though she read his mind.

"Hange..." Levi said, feeling warm as her name rolled off his tongue—as if it was the name of an old friend.

"Maybe in another life, we could have been friends, Levi."

She turned, and felt a surprising amount of emotion build up inside her as she locked eyes with him. He looked sad to see her leave.

"Or maybe well... if both of us survive all of this..."

"I'll find you, Hange."

She stared back at him, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. After a moment, she felt her lips curl into a smile, unconsciously.

"Okay, Levi. I'll hold you to that promise. And if that day comes... I'll tell you everything you said to me in your little feverish state," she whispered with a grin.

And with that, she turned, disappearing into the forest, leaving Levi staring at her long after she was out of sight.