#hurtcember2024 day 8

[whumpdreaming]

Crownchain Whumpcember + Hurtcember Day 8

All the other fills can be found in my pinned post! Another flashback, this one is still not necessarily explicit but it is certainly *implied* and Sophia is a very creepy woman and is responsible for actually a large amount of Kyrie's trauma and why she has such issues accepting comfort even years into the future :)

Day 8: Cuddle + Fire (alt prompt)

Kyrie stares very intently at the fire in front of her, burning on a tall, thin brazier, sitting in Preceptor Sophia's lap. The gentle touch feels nice, but Kyrie is too focused on the fire.

With one hand rubbing her shoulder, Preceptor Sophia guides Kyrie's right hand up close to the fire, feeling its heat, watching it flicker as it illuminates the small, dark chamber.

"You know what happens now. It'll be worse if you resist," Preceptor Sophia says.

Kyrie nods dimly. Preceptor Sophia's breath is warm on the back of her neck. "You have such nice hair," she whispers into Kyrie's ear. Kyrie's eyes begin to tear up.

Slowly, Preceptor Sophia guides Kyrie's pinky finger into the fire. Instinctively, she tries to jolt her hand away, but she's not allowed, and whimpers softly at the bright pain.

"Shhh. Shhh," Preceptor Sophia soothes, kissing Kyrie on the cheek. She moves Kyrie's hand further into the fire. Kyrie starts wailing, finally allowed to rip her hand away, a fair part of her palm and two of her fingers raw and blistered, stinging harshly against the comparatively cold air. She can't close them all the way.

"A little early," Preceptor Sophia whispers, right into Kyrie's ear, resting her head in the crook of Kyrie's neck, her other hand now under Kyrie's shirt. "But you've been a good girl. So I'll accept it."

Kyrie is proud of herself — she's a good girl — and is glad that Preceptor Sophia is being so nice to her. She nods slowly, and Preceptor Sophia smiles.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Every Night, Every Day, Every Second

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; Jinx being clingy with reader, Jinx doubting herself, reader teasing Jinx, Jinx assuring herself reader is real, first I love yous

|| Summary; when reader and Jinx spend the night cuddling, reader can't help but admire her. Chaos and all.

Requests closed!

Started; December 8th

Finished; December 8th

HurtCember2024; Day 8, Cuddles

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The night was still young as you laid on the couch. Jinx snuggled right up against you. She was never not cuddling with you. Jinx loved to cuddle. At first, it put her off. It took her a while to get used to it. Then once she did? Well, Jinx was all over you. Every night, every day, every second. You were basically Jinx's favourite chair. She loved you. Which was perfect for you.

Physical touch was one of your biggest love languages, so there were never complaints about it from you. Maybe those around you. Always wondering why Jinx was attached to you. You paid them no mind, hardly caring what they thought. Jinx was all that mattered, anyways. She was your rock, just as you were hers.

Night continued to drag on. Neither you or Jinx made an effort to move; did you have stuff to do? Maybe. But this was much better. Feeling Jinx against you, her warmth, steady breathing... it was everything. She was everything. Your eyes wandered down to her. Admiring the way Jinx looked. How at ease she seemed. Even within her chaos, there were moments like these that felt almost domestic in nature. Where you just spent time with your favourite gal. Your hands played with Jinx's hair.

The action brought her attention to you. Jinx looked up into your eyes, seeing the look you were giving her. It made her blush," what is it? Do I have oil on me again?" She asked, rubbing at her cheek. She wasn't sure why you were staring. She wasn't that interesting. Right?

You couldn't help but chuckle, bringing her in even closer. Kissing the spot on her cheek where she rubbed in her search for nonexistent oil," no. You just... I don't know, you're really pretty," you murmured. Your own cheeks turning the same pink as Jinx's.

Jinx looked to you again. Adjusting herself so the two of you were now chest to chest," ya know.. if ya wanted a kiss you could have just taken one, dummy. Don't gotta butter little ol me up." Her hands cupped your cheeks, just feeling you. Assuring herself you're real.

Your hands came up and rested on her wrists, giving Jinx a gentle smile. You knew she needed the assurance, you really didn't mind. You'd let her do anything if it helped," that's not what I was doing, J. But I wouldn't mind a kiss if you're offering~" you teased.

Jinx laughed and kissed you. Her lips soft against your own, moving slowly. With care you didn't see her have with really much else. When the kiss broke, you gave her another brief one, meeting her eyes again," I love you." You hadn't said those words to each other yet. But you meant them. Every letter.

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart rate speeding up. Did you just say...? She wasn't sure she heard you right," say it again?"

You laughed, playfully nudging her," you know, normally this is the part where you say it back."

"I know- I just- say it again."

"I love you," you humoured her. Knowing Jinx probably needed the assurance again. She seemed to just melt in your hold, cuddling up to you further. As though trying to merge your bodies together with no success.

"I love you, too."

[stabbysideblog]

Lazy day dance

“Five more minutesssss” Dream groaned stretching his arm over Techno who had the gall to decide that 12 pm was a reasonable time to get up when it was a Saturday with no plans. Between therapy, training, legal proceedings, and physical therapy life had become a mess of obligations. Today was their one day away from it all so yes Dream did want to sleep in a bit longer. 

“Fine, only cause ya’ make such a compellin argument.” Techno says adjusting so Dream is cupped in the curve of his body. “But just five more minutes.”

“Sure, Sure.” The smaller man says already drifting back into the realm of dreams.

It starts with a dance. He’s young and dancing and his feet don’t hurt yet and his bones haven’t been cracked yet and it’s the movement of his body and the air and the beat. He dances because he wants to, he dances alone, he dances with friends, he dances in the rain, he dances in the sun. The steps get more elaborate and his feet start to hurt. Still he dances, his heartbeat in the steps each dip a breath. It’s a natural as living. The tempo increases and he’s overheating as explosions go off around him. He dances around tnt, he dances the steps of plans, he dances secret promises and deeper fears. The volume increases and the dance doesn’t stop. He dances alone as it slows down finally. His body aches but he still dances. He dances the book until the moves are burned into his soul. He dances the plan. He dances his own betrayal. The music changes, unprepared his steps unsynced he stumbles. It becomes a salsa, his partner a burning star. Each basic a burn, each turn a cut. He dances until his feet bleed. He dances until his bones grind apart, he dances until Sir ties him down and stops the beating of his heart. 

When he wakes up it’s with tears in his eyes. Techno holds him until the shaking stops then till his breathing slows. He doesn’t have to explain the monster that haunts him. He doesn't have to explain the dance. Techno warms a cup of tea and their lazy day turns into a lazy afternoon into a lazy night. And when Dream doesn’t want to sleep he doesn’t ask questions just pulls out the board games.