#i promise he does not need to be treated like a child in order to be cared for

[sugarcarnation]

kinda hilarious when people try to pit chuuya and kyoka against each other like kouyou will always choose kyoka over chuuya. poor chuuya is always being abandoned 😔 as if kyoka wasn’t a literal child and chuuya a grown man

[strwberri-milk]

Hiiii ! I really love your work, you are amazing♡ .

Can I request how lads boys react when reader ignores them on purpose( like teasing them, , although they already figured it out ) , and how they try to attract attention ,maybe they have their own methods.. (╯✧▽✧)╯

Love ya!

Zayne decides if you're going to be childish he has no problems treating you like a child. He clocked it immediately that you're being passive aggressive teasingly and ignoring him just to mess with him. He's used to your antics and honestly, doesn't mind humouring you.

He does ignore you right back but he'll say things that pique your interest, knowing that your stubbornness won't allow you to ask him about them further. He will make mentions of wondering what to do for dinner, maybe wanting to order in as a treat but it's too bad you won't talk to him so he can't figure out what to get.

He'll putter around your home making similar statements, almost playing a game of chicken to see if you'll give up once the prize is enticing enough. It comes to an end as he's actively ordering dinner, messing with you by ordering the healthiest option - aka nothing that you would prefer - and you practically jump at him to beg that he orders something you'd enjoy eating. He simply smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, amending the order quickiy as he gives you a smug look.

Xavier doesn't really understand what's happening. All he knows is that you keep giving him pointed looks but you won't respond to anything he says. He thinks you need space from him so he decides to oblige, walking away and entertaining himself as he waits for you to start talking to him again.

You follow after him after a bit of time passes, finding him on his phone in bed. He gives you a questioning look and it's only now that you realise he still is unaware that you were messing with you. You feel so guilty when you meet his soft gaze, Xavier asking quietly if everything was okay.

You duck under the covers with him immediately, telling him that you were just messing with him because you wanted to see how he would react. It takes a couple of minutes for him to understand what you're telling him but once he does understand he unintentionally gives you the cutest pout as he sulks, asking why you wanted to mess with him like that.

You feel so guilty after he asks you that that you promise you'll never do that to him again, cuddling him closet to make up for it all. He assures you that it's okay and he isn't upset with you at all - but he will keep a mental note of it so he can mess with you back to exact his revenge on you.

Rafayel was the one who started this. He decided to start sulking after you "slighted" him (read: didn't cuddle him for long enough when the two of you woke up) and thought the best course of action would be to ignore you until you begged for his forgiveness (read: kiss him until he forgets his name).

It's more fun to ignore him in response and gives you some peace and quiet for once. You decide to read a book in the bedroom, curling up on the sheets and keeping yourself out of his way. Rafayel notices your absence immediately, throwing the door open as he stares you down. It'd be menacing if Rafayel could muster even an ounce of dislike towards you but he really can't looking more like a kicked puppy as he asks if you're seriously ignoring him right now.

You open your arms up for him to join you and he very happily joins you, nuzzling against your neck and collar like a cat. You card your fingers through his hair, teasing up as you ask if he's learned his lesson by now. You can feel him nod but you know it means nothing - you just have to bide your time until his next bid for attention starts.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Pregnant! Darling with kratos mhmhmh. The reassurance on both sides, and constant soft comments on how Kratos is better than he was before not only for their unborn child but Atreus mhmhmmm

— Yandere Kratos with a pregnant darling

Warnings: yandere behavior and pregnancy

A/N: I fucking love this, please send in more shit like this. I'm feral for this man <3. Enjoy!

Once he finds out, he’s quiet. Kratos is staring at you, then hovers down to your stomach. His body is stiff, hands clenching and unclenching before a hand reaches and touches your stomach, grasping at it as his fingers glide over your skin. It’s only a matter of seconds as he brings you into a tight embrace as he repeats his promises.

“Are you — sure? I promise. I promise to Atreus, and to you, I will take care of you two.”

Atreus loves to ask questions which only result in the baby. He’s just as excited as his father, and promises to protect you. 

It’s no surprise Kratos is paranoid. Even at the start of the few weeks, he’s constantly checking up on you; asking if everything is okay, or does all-nighters to ensure you and Atreus are safe. He knows it’s unhealthy, but he can’t stop the guilt — the obvious fear of losing you. He’s always ready, in a sense that danger is around, even though it’s been days from fights. 

This also comes with him being a severe mother hen. Any noises or sighs coming out of you, has him hovering and asking what’s wrong. If you say nothing, he seemingly doesn’t believe you; giving you an ‘are you sure?’ look before huffing and returning to whatever he was doing.  

He’s always been a gentle giant with you, touching you with such gentleness. But now, with you being pregnant? He’s extremely careful with you. Always treating you like a shell from the sea ready to shatter. He’s always guiding you with his hands on your hips and lower back, and yelling at ‘no’, when you try to help with house chores. 

On the topic of house chores, he doesn’t let you do anything. Not a single chore or hunt is done by you; he orders Atreus or goes by himself to do it. In his defense, he doesn’t want you wasting your energy, or pulling a muscle, especially if you’re far more down the months. 

Morning sickness is guaranteed and when it happens, Kratos takes it with a stroll. He’s there next to you, holding your hair back if you need, or rubbing your back. He brings you fresh-cold water to sip on and insists you stay hydrated. 

When the baby bump starts showing, Kratos spends most of his time just looking at them — admiring your body, and how gorgeous you are. He finds the pregnant body attractive, how your body grows accustomed to the baby: long and spreading stretch marks, the black line, and muscles that become more prominent. He enjoys tracing them, especially if it’s the time when you two can rest. 

When sleeping, he’s always had a habit of you having your head lay on his chest or directly on top of him. Now with you growing a kiddo, he’s constantly wanting you on top of him — your weight helps him sleep better and eases his mind while he overthinks. Plus, he gets to grasp and hold your tummy. 

From his experiences with pregnancy, he knows it’s difficult — especially for you, so he never gets mad or upset whenever you yell at him or suddenly cry. Surprisingly, he’s good at supporting you when your emotions are unregulated; always comforting you, and rubbing your back when everything becomes too overwhelming. His hugs tighten, and leaves you alone when needed.

Kratos is always following you, especially in the baths. He enjoys sitting behind you, washing your back or places you cannot reach. Towards the end, he just holds your stomach, rubbing large circles on your lower hips and kissing your sore muscles, whispering how much he adores your perfect body.

The best healers are assigned to you. He’s always with you, asking questions regarding your health and the baby. His demanding presence is enough to scare them, if not his rough voice that constantly shuffles to you and back to them. If he feels unsure, both of you are leaving and going to Freya’s — to which he tries to avoid, but if it needs to be done, then so be it. 

Even though he doesn’t want to say it, Kratos worries about the day of meeting the baby. He’s excited of course, wants to meet them and can’t wait for the day of their cries, he’s scared of hurting them– large hands filled with old tainted blood and guilt; what if’s playing in his head. 

At night, on the ones he can’t fall asleep, he loves to talk to your stomach — his low baritone asking questions and ensuring their safety, with his own blood, will be his top priority. 

Kratos loves seeing Atreus engaging with you. 

The boy always reassures you of bending over on an object that he’s already reaching for, and treating you like glass; just like how his father does. He hunts, brings you food, spends time with you and sometimes asks if he can feel the baby. He’s just as attached as his father, and already views you as his other parent.

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[ozzgin]

Various Predators x Predator! Reader (IV)

@avaleigh16 asked (a very long time ago, sorry for the wait!!) for a fourth part to the Predator saga, where Reader is brought to Yautja Prime. Therefore I bring a potential sequel that focuses on Predator culture, depending on who you’ve chosen as your partner!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Horror Masterlist]

Feral Predator

As promised, your new home didn’t stray much from your expectations. Feral Predator is from a different hemisphere, of a drier climate. The imposing, sprawling megalopolis of Yautja Prime is but a distant outline, fading before the marvels of raw, unforgiving nature this place has to offer. Tribal architecture and interminable tunnels are the prominent features of these ancient cities. One has no need for advanced technology. In a way, it does remind you of Earth, of your modest countryside roots. Communities are made of small family units, so days are spent hunting or training in the company of your partner. Feral Predator is a patient and caring father, guiding his offspring and showing them the ropes of survival. There will be frequent visits to Earth as he, too, favors its wilderness, especially when it comes to honing one’s skills. While he treats you as an equal, he does hold you in significantly high regards as the mother of his children.

Elite Predator

With great status comes great responsibility. Elite Predator has been eyeing the Elder status for some time now, in order to provide you with one further reason to be grateful for choosing him. That implies, naturally, that he is often on special missions to teach or rescue Young Bloods, or clear out Alien infestations. Your offspring will go through Spartan training as soon as they can crawl their way around: it would be shameful if his own younglings end up weak or devoid of skill. Although he does not worry about such outcome. He hasn’t picked you out of random chance. Only someone of his level could’ve made it as his mate, and he was certain of it from the moment he saw you. Hopefully you, too, can tell that this outcome was fated to happen. You most certainly won’t regret your life with him, he will make sure of that.

Fugitive Bad Blood

If you were hoping for an idyllic, peaceful life in a humble hut with ocean view, I have some bad news for you. Even settling on Yautja Prime is an optimistic stretch when your partner is a criminal on the run. You’ve unwillingly followed in the footsteps of your parents, watching your child grow from within the confinements of a ship, sailing through space with no ultimate goal. Not all is grim, however. Despite his ruthless nature, the Fugitive has kept his word when it comes to being a fitting partner for you. Your wish is his command and he will not allow anything endanger his family. To your great shock, he’s even willing to take risky detours on Earth whenever you feel particularly nostalgic. He will stare at you incredulously; why the hell would he have gone through all the efforts to court you if he didn’t want you as a partner? Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with already? Whatever your heart desires, he will make it possible.

Berserker

The Super Predator cannot wait for his younglings to be old enough to begin their hunt. He lives to kill and one can easily tell from his impressive collection of trophies he has gathered from all across the Universe. Truth be told, you’re somewhat afraid to see the outcome of your copulation. Berserker Yautja are much larger and much more aggressive than your species. You’d assumed his first choice for a mate should’ve been from his own kind, but for reasons unknown he’s preyed on you instead. The Berserker seems to have a fervent attachment towards you and will even growl at his own sucklings if they show any sign of disrespect. There’s not much space for freedom and sometimes you feel like you’re trapped under the suffocating affections of a savage animal ready to defend its territory. From his point of view, you should enjoy the privilege of belonging to the superior Predator. There’s no one out there that could go against him.

[quixoticanarchy]

Finished reading Cobalt Red by Siddharth Kara and he does a good job showing how the cobalt supply chain is inextricable from incredible human suffering, near-slavery, rampant exploitation, environmental devastation, and child labor. And it’s very clear that no promise a tech or battery manufacturer makes that their supply chain is clean means literally anything bc industrially and artisanally mined cobalt are mixed into the same supply untraceably. And the book also covers the fact that cobalt supplies are finite and when the DRC’s cobalt is exhausted the industry will move elsewhere, rinse and repeat, and the people in the Congo will be left with the ongoing and unremediated -maybe irremediable - damage. All of this so that we can have smartphones, electric vehicles, iPads, electric scooters, almost anything with a rechargeable battery.

It’s also clear that the tech and battery industries are interested in good PR and making empty statements about human rights when they should be taking responsibility for the working conditions of small-scale miners (and minors) dying at the bottom of their supply chains. What Kara doesn’t really address is the demand side of this equation, not just the demand by companies whose products use cobalt-containing batteries but also the consumers sustaining that demand, who buy every new smartphone and eagerly pin their hopes on electric vehicles to let us keep our car-dependent world without the fossil fuel guilt. The book takes it for granted that cobalt will be required in high quantities for consumer electronics and for “green” tech, and to some extent this is true - as in, none of those demands or uses will cease overnight and in the meantime we should worry about how to address industrial and business practices and government corruption in order to treat Congolese miners as human beings.

But it feels incomplete without also asking questions like: should that demand continue? Can it? Do we need this many devices? What costs are acceptable? Can we really have our cake (smartphones, EVs, etc) and eat it too (slavery-free, non-exploitative supply chains that don’t kill the people at the bottom and lay waste to the environment)? What if - as the book would seem to suggest - we really cannot? If one goal of the book is for people to realize what conditions underlie the extraction of cobalt, what action is then incumbent upon us? Personal consumer choice will not undo all this harm, but it is a necessary step in rethinking or attempting other ways to live. Is it a right to have a smartphone, a new one every year or two, if it comes at the price of other people’s human rights? At what point do we say that it is not an acceptable cost that the extractive industries are perpetuating neocolonialism and near-slavery in order that we should have comfortable lives?

We know we have to stop relying on fossil fuels or we’ll burn down the planet (to a greater degree than is already locked in) but the “green energy transition” is not clean at all. Capitalism seeks the lowest price for labor and the highest profits; obviously these extractive relationships owe a lot of their horror to being conducted in a capitalist milieu. But even thinking about, say, a socialist world instead, if it aspires to still provide smartphones and electric vehicles en masse and maintain the comforts and conveniences of the “Western” lifestyle then we would still be relying on massive amounts of resource extraction with no guarantee of less suffering. The devices are themselves part of the problem. The demand for them and the extent to which “modern” life in “developed” countries relies upon them is part of the problem. It is unsustainable. It is built on blood and it makes a mockery of purported values of dignity, equality, and human rights. The lives of Congolese cobalt miners are tied to how we in the “developed” or colonizer countries live and consume. I do not think their lives will change substantially unless ours do.

[bundoesnotcompete]

Hiiiiiii

I hope you’re having a good day!

For requests, could I request Wriothesley and/or Neuvillette with a child!thief reader?

Hello! Sorry for taking so long. I tried to do my best with this request and this is what managed to come up with.

Strictly platonic. About first meetings mostly but does give some insights into the future. Not proof read and forgive any ooc. May go back later and do a quick proof read

“You must be quick and quiet little ratter, you won't survive otherwise.“ The echoing words of your mentor taunted you. It was supposed to be an easy job, get the gems and get out. Instead, one Chief Justice of Fontaine just happened to be there. How were you supposed to know it was his home you were in? You just did what you were told as you've always done. You needed that money and that slice of cake.

You knew you shouldn't have gone for that slice of cake, but it just sat there on the counter and taunted you. It was an easy treat that you never got to have and you had planned to get it and then go. The man's face when he caught you remained neutral but you could see the quiet disappointment in his eyes. A child thief with a bag full of jewelry and gems getting caught for a slice of cake. He had picked you up like a mother cat does with her kitten and promptly took you to the police station to be charged. His soft scolding along the way did nothing but rub salt in the wound.

Your failure had costed you. Now you were about to be sentenced for all of your crimes and there was nothing you could do. Not that you denied it. The archon had left part way through the trial, you knew she must've been bored since you didn't deny anything.

“By the power bestowed in me as Chief Justice of Fontaine and by the order of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. I hereby sentence you to twenty years in prison. Due to your age, you may be eligible for parole in fifteen years. However, due to the long list of crimes against you, you will not be eligible sooner then that. The Fortress of Meropide shall be your new home.“

The guards were quick to drag you away from the chair you sat in after that. It was better too be away from the crowd below you. That balcony was too suffocating anyway.

Oddly, the Chief Justice would come to escort you into the Fortress himself. You two did not speak as he guided you and had you registered into the fortress. The atmosphere around you two was that of a feral kitten and its new human owner trying to domesticate it.

As you fully entered the fortress, you had to go alone. The Justice merely waving you goodbye at the entrance. Things blurred together after that. You had a room and were explained the rules. As one of the only children in the fortress, you were assigned less manual labor then the others, Janitorial duties and clinic duty were what you usually did. Alongside with borrowing some of the other prisoner's things. Finders keepers, afterall.

Sigewinne was kind to you, so you often spent time in the clinic just to hang out with her. She was never mean to you and was always nice with her teachings. She only scolded you when she caught you stealing things. Sometimes she would gently swat your hand while you were taking things.

“It's not yours to take!“ She began one day after catching you taking one of the other prisoner's items.

“Why not? If they didn't want it gone then they shouldn't have left it sitting out in the open. It's not like it was on their bed.“ You had aruged back.

“Because, what if they had just left it there and was going to come back for it? What if that was a super important item to them? If you had something special taken from you after you misplaced it, you wouldn't like it now would you?“ You clammed up at her response. You didn't have anything valuable or important anyway, your mentor made sure of that. “I want you to promise me something.“ You looked up to the melusine. “Promise that you will try your best to not take anything that isn't yours. I will see if i can get you something nice for every month you do not take something.“

You huffed in your seat and grumbled.

“Fine, I promise.“

The first months were difficult, with nothing to keep your mind distracted, you ended up picking fights with what few children were in the prison with you. Stealing had been a way to keep your mind occupied, and now you had nothing. You always tried to keep your promises. One day you had gotten into a fight with two other children over something you did not do.

“You stole it!“ One of the girls confronted you. “Give it back, Sticky Hands!“ She shoved you as she yelled. You got mad at the accusation.

“I did not!“ You began to yell back. You pointed to the two other children behind her. “Maybe you should ask Ugly and Fugly. They seemed awfully guilty when they hung out by your rooms earlier.“ You may have been the youngest child in the fortress, but you made up for it in sheer audacity. “They're just to wimpy to admit they stole from you!“ The two behind her were quick to join in on the fight.

“Take that back, I'm not ugly!“

“We didn't do it!“

“Don't say that about them! We wouldn't have any issues if you would keep you paws to yourself you rat.“ The fight was about to turn into a full blown brawl as you launched yourself at the girl in front of you. If you couldn't reason with stupid you could at least get them to shut up. A rough hand was quick to grab the back of your shirt and lift you up before you could do anything though.

“What is going on here?“ A calm voice began behind you. The other three children looked ready too flee. You hit the strong arm that was holding you and struggled in the air.

“Nothing, Duke.“ Fugly whimpered. It seemed his leader had other plans as she pointed her finger at you.

“That thief stole my coupons I had been saving for! They also stole my friends trinkets we had made!“ She spat out, anger evident in her face. You struggled against the arm holding you.

“I see, go along then. I will deal with this myself.“ His stern voice had the three children fleeing from the scene. You heard him sigh. “Stop struggling, you aren't going anywhere.“ You could hear the disappointment in his voice. You stopped moving and hung there pathetically.

“It's not true. I didn't take anything.“ You tried to stop the wobbling of your voice. The tears in your eyes were quickly forming.

“I'm going to drop you and we are going to go to my office, understand? You can explain everything to me there.“ You nodded and be dropped you. You turned to meet the man behind you. The Duke was a man you did not want to mess with. Strong and fearless, the man was known as someone who wouldn't hesitate to put someone in their place.

The walk to the office was tense. You would be a liar if you said that you weren't afraid of the man in front of you. Once the trek to the office was completed, you were indicted to sit in the chair in front off his desk. He sat across from you, allowing the heavy sleeve to fill the room.

“Mind telling me what that was all about?“ He crossed his arms and gave a questioning look. He knew you could be bit of a troublemaker, but the other children in your confrontation were known problems. Along with that, he knew of your promise and had watched as you did your best to keep it. Wriothesley knew you were a good kid under that thieving exterior.

“It wasn't my fault. The other two kids were the ones who took her stuff, they always do. She let's them. Sometimes though they take it to far and they always end up blaming me.“ You explained and shrugged. Another silence engulfed the room. You broke it again. “I've been doing my best to not steal. I promised I would so I am. You gotta believe me.“ You could feel tears begin to build in your eyes. You didn't want him to tell Siggewine that you had stolen something when you hadn't.

Wriothesley sat there and contemplated your words. In a way you reminded him of himself when he first arrived at the fortress. You didn't often lie about things and were clever enough to not get into fights that you didn't have to get in. You were one of the youngest prisoners to ever be held in the fortress. Wriothesley saw potential, and planned to capitalize on it. But first, you needed to be a child first.

“I know you are telling the truth. Contrary to what you might believe, i do keep an eye on everyone here.“ He said, moving his cold tea to the side of his desk as he shuffled paperwork around. “I won't tell Siggewine that you stole something, of that is what you're worried about.“ His comforting words helped your anxiety. “However due to your many incidents here, I will have to keep an extra eye on you. Which will be hard considering i only have two.“ Did he just make a joke? You were unsure if you were supposed to smile or not.

“So, I'm not in trouble?“ You asked tentatively.

“Not this time. “ he responded. “But, just know that I will be keeping a closer eye on you.“

“Okay,” you eyed the door. It was almost meal time. “Can i go now?“ You heard him sigh.

“Yes, you may-” You didn't let him finish his sentence as you bolted out the door. The sheer anxiety and fear had you shaking as you ran down the steps. You thought you were toast when he took you up there, but luck was on your side.

Unknown to everyone involved, this was merely the beginning of your relationship. Wriothesley kept a close eye on you and often steered you away from causing you trouble. Often his presence gave you a heart attack, but you soon got used to him being near.

It was an odd mix between a parent-child and teacher-student relationship. You were young, and he wanted you to be a child for a bit longer before he tried to teach you how to run the Fortress of Meropede. To you he grew to be someone you looked to for guidance or help, his care becoming a core part of your life.

Soon, you would be trained to be the new Duke of Meropede should Wriothesley need to retire or need a temporary replacement. A win-win for everyone involved. You got a healthy mentor relationship and protection and he got a successor and student. Though, some would later describe your relationship to be that of a parent and their child. But, none of that was important right now. For now, you were a child and children should be left to enjoy childhood as much as they can.

[blues824]

Heya bestie I mostly request a lot of females but this one is for the lads.

Akaza In the remarried empress

🏀Just imagine how a man like akaza would react he drinks his respects woman juice daily and the remarried empress is set in a medival setting so sadly woman rights are different.

🥊Like her is a childhood friend of heinley(that's how heinley got so much respect in this story for most women except rattrash ) and Duke ergi is just on the border of being his friend because of the bad luck he gives to woman.

🏀He came along with heinley the the new year Ball and people instantly knew who he was he is known in the western kingdom for his recpect to women and his brutalness towards weaker men.

🥊Akaza being surrounded by women and wanting to talk to him because they see him as a good man and they want to see if its tru he is the most respected man in the western kingdom and its tru he treats them with so much respect they fall in love.

🏀I can see the akaza reader being pissd of with sovieshit how he misteats navier for a woman who has the personality of a mere child instead of making her his concubine he could have given her a better place and gets her away from her status as slave.

🥊Imagen when sovieshit pulled the sword on heinley for "slandering his womans image " he accepts the dual and beats the shit out of sovieshit and tells him that he needs to respect all women not just one especially a woman he cheats one especially when he has a wife.

🏀I see rattrash wanting to pull him on her side by talking shit about navier that she is infertile and that doesn't make her a woman only for him to explain that she is a well respected woman and instead of being hateful to navier she needs to hate sovieshit for not hepling her how she deserves.

🥊Rattrash then talking to Duke ergi and him explaining that he beat his woman respect vision in to him when he was a child along with heinley "that's why her is a gentleman towards her "

🏀and her hearing stories of him beating women their abusive husband for hurting their wives and that he got away with it because he is so loved in the western kingdom and explains one time there was a riot because he was jailed by a noble and that even the king of the western kingdom was pissd.

🥊Meanwhile navier hears from heinley how he whoud never treat women like sovieshit does to him because of his friend akaza she knows about his story and reputation and is glad that he is friends with heinley.

🏀Later on navier gets married whit heinley and akaza visits and said if he becomes like sovieshit to tell him so he will beat the lesson of respecting women into heinley and heinley sweating in the bg.

Does not include Kosair or the Grand Duke Kaufman or Duke Ergi.

Sovieshu Vict

You were a noble in the Western Kingdom, right hand man to King Wharton III. Your reputation preceded you as a man of great respect when it came to women. The swarm of women around you was basically a dead giveaway. However, instead of ushering them away, you addressed each by name and you promised each of them a dance… that was unless they were married. You were not about to make other men angry and cause a disturbance of the peace.

However, when you saw Empress Navier upset with the Emperor, who was dancing with another woman, any thought of respect for His Imperial Majesty flew out the window. Instead, you went to Heinrey, in whom you could see the lovesickness, and you ushered him towards Her Imperial Majesty. You knew your friend like the back of your hand, and if anyone would treat her right, it would be Heinrey.

A few days later, when the prince got in trouble for “slandering Rashta’s image”, you took his place in the hypothetical duel. After all, you were the most expendable option here, as you were no heir to the throne. However, in order to prevent any fatal harm, you offered to bring Sovieshu to fisticuffs instead of a swordfight. Needless to say, it ended with him being bruised and you being scratch-free. You hadn’t studied martial arts for nothing, after all. 

Of course, this is when the story of you being thrown in jail for nearly beating an abusive man to death. You had seen the fear in his children’s and wife’s eyes, and you couldn’t take it. The King had enough with your anger issues and threw you into prison, but there was a huge riot within the Western Kingdom. Because it was disturbing day-to-day life, you were let out with a large warning and a criminal record. However, you managed to charm the Queen, befriending her in the process, which made her a valuable ally.

Rashta

She had never heard of you, but by the way that all the ladies at the New Year’s Party were swarming you, she judged that you were a good man. That being said, she definitely did want to talk to you. However, Sovieshu kind of swept her up to dance, causing a ruckus even after the whole dress drama and people debating whether Navier was copying her or if Rashta was copying Navier.

Anyway, when she was done, she saw you standing with Prince Heinrey, who seemed to be staring at the Empress. You were speaking to him quietly with a glass of wine in your hand, nudging him with your elbow. As much as the young mistress loves to pretend that she is, she is not naive. She knows what you two are doing. However, she’s not going to disrupt anything. If Navier is out of the picture, then Sovieshu is all hers.

During her—rather toxic—friendship with Duke Ergi, she asked how he knew how to talk to her and calm her down. That was when he told her about how you actually fought him for daring to disrespect a female friend that you all had in your youth. With his reputation as a womanizer, you thought it unjust that these girls who were drawn to him would be disrespected in such a manner, so you gave him a black eye, a busted shoulder, a busted lip, and a bruised pride.

Through her maidservant, she found out about your criminal record in the Western Kingdom. Even though you were the right-hand man to the king, you were still thrown in prison for nearly murdering a man who turned out to be abusive to his wife and children. However, the citizens held a riot to let you out. That wasn’t anything she could use against you, but it seemed like your respect even went to her as you could see her plans, but you both knew that it would be more beneficial if Navier went elsewhere.

Navier Trovi

She wasn’t the one to invite you, but she knew of your reputation. She had met you previously as you were an ambassador for the Western Kingdom as well since King Wharton III was constantly too ill to travel. Seeing you at the New Year’s Party was a pleasant surprise, as she had not known that her husband had invited you.

One thing that she didn’t know was that you were the one to usher Heinrey to get to know her better and even begin to court her. Infidelity was not something you often encouraged, but seeing the Emperor dancing with his mistress rather than his wife pissed you off. When you yourself spoke with her to introduce Prince Heinrey, she noticed that you were not nervous. You still spoke to her with respect, but there was a spark of mischief in your eye.

You were known for being ruthless with men who you deemed unworthy of even being alive. Your scars were kept visible because you were feared among all men in any empire or kingdom. Navier found herself curious about them, but she knew better than to ask because the last thing anyone would want is your criminal record being outed to the media

However, someone else seemed to get a hold of the papers at the time, where the headline was ‘WESTERN KINGDOM NOBLE BEATS MAN TO DEATH’. Instead of being ashamed, though, you smiled as you asked that person if he would have let that man’s wife be beaten to death along with his children if he allowed that abusive man to keep living. That shut everyone up rather quickly.

Heinrey Lazlo

You were his best friend since youth, along with Ergi. However, you were not afraid to beat your shared friend after he made a girl cry. As you all grew up, you all were heartthrobs, but you were not in the habit of leading women on. You instead wanted to find ‘the one’, as did Heinrey, but Ergi was still set in his womanizer habits.

Anyway, at the New Year’s Party in the Eastern Empire, you were there for him to talk to when he visited the Empress in his bird form. He reminded you of a puppy, but you were happy because you knew that he would never let her down the way her own husband did by ignoring her presence and not taking his wife’s side when rumors started floating around.

Unfortunately, try as you might, your criminal record always found a way to be in the spotlight. Rashta had hired someone to expose you, and you had gone to prison years ago for beating a man to death. However, what neither knew was that Prince Heinrey and Duke Ergi had your back, as you clarified that the man was abusive and you were not going to stand to see a woman and their children be beaten because he had gambled on the wrong horse (literally).

That being said, you no longer held any respect for the mistress and vowed to be there when her crimes caught up to her. You had allowed Ergi to use his charm to manipulate her into trusting him, and you gathered a bunch of evidence to help Navier and Heinrey build a case against her. Also, you had visited Viscount Lotteshu, and while he himself was a piece of shit, you learned even more about Rashta.

[luminouslywriting]

Bob headcannon, taking care of them when theyr injured or sick

Hi Nonny!! This is a super fun idea and so I hope you enjoy :) reminder that my requests are open and I don’t mind spam, so feel free to keep sending stuff in! Cut for length, more under the cut:

Dick Winters:

-he’s very inconvenienced by the shrapnel that ends up in his foot….so don’t coddle him haha. -But with gentle care and a warning to stay off of his foot will have his respect and gratitude. -If he’s sick, he tends to try to do things still. He doesn’t like to rest if no one else gets to either. That being said, you may need to put your foot down. -He really does appreciate your care and help…he just likes to do things on his own. -Take a nap with him, it will work wonders, I promise.

Lewis Nixon:

-It’s when his helmet gets hit with a bullet….and whenever he’s blackout drunk. -Just wants to move on from the bullet thing and will sassily answer your concussion questions. -He’s a clingy sick person and a clingy drunk, so you have your work cut out for you no matter what. -Honestly wants to be coddled when he’s drunk or sick. -Treat him as you would a small child and you should be all set lol.

Ronald Speirs:

-This man thinks that he doesn’t need anyone and that he doesn’t need help. Right up until he gets shot in the ass going across a river and needs medical attention. -He’s very nonchalant about the entire thing and is not about to let you know how much it actually hurts. -Secretly really appreciates being doted on when he’s sick though and will let you know through his actions. -Is also willing to be verbally grateful and express gratitude for everything that you do for him

-Expect him to be on the lookout for if you're ever sick bc he wants to return the favor.

Buck Compton:

-Yet another man who got shot in the ass and is NOT having a great time....that being said, he's a blushing mess and doesn't want you to work on him at all

-He'll have to swallow his pride and be humble about you taking care of the wound and helping him

-Distract him with all sorts of conversational topics and he should be fine

-Is better behaved when he's sick and also just wants to cuddle with you

-A little emotional when he's sick as well, so be on the lookout for that

Carwood Lipton:

-Resists the fact that he needs medical attention after getting hit with shrapnel and nearly losing a certain appendage

-Is a stubborn mule about not needing help up until he trips and nearly falls on his face

-Will be extremely quiet and take medical orders though

-And when he's sick with pneumonia? Same thing, except now he's really cold and wants to cuddle with you

-Treat him like an adult when he's sick, but also be a little more caring than normal—brushing through his hair and rubbing his back will go a long ways

Joe Liebgott:

-Literally doesn't think he needs any help??? But he's got several injuries and gets annoyed fairly often

-Will feel bad if he snaps at you while you're trying to help him

-At that point, he'll shut up and begrudgingly let you take care of him. Expect a kiss at the end for your efforts

-Also a clingy sick person, but way more flirtatious than normal—he wants you in his bed asap with as many innuendos as possible

-Pray for patience babe, you're gonna need it

Donald Malarkey:

-Honestly, the easiest patient in the world? He shuts right up (unless he has questions about what you're doing/medical practices), takes orders, and obeys them.

-He's a gem of a patient if he gets injured and super calm throughout the entire thing

-Malarkey is very kind and sweet afterwards and expresses how much he appreciates you and your kindness

-Also a great patient if he's sick. He'd prefer it if you kept your distance from him though since he doesn't want you to get sick

-I promise he'll appreciate the extra blanket and some soothing tea though.

Eugene Roe:

-Literally the epitome of a hypocrite?? Because he thinks he doesn't need to slow down and get help for himself?? (Smh honestly)

-Please just force this man to stay off of his feet and rest so he can recover from his wounds

-If you express your worry about him in near tears, I guarantee he'll listen to you immediately

-Also a really great patient if he's sick—that is, if you can get him to sit down and stop working.

-Bribe him with some old family recipes for soup or cold remedies and he'll be the best patient ever. He also wants you to teach him how to make those things haha.

Bill Guarnere:

-Also gets really annoyed anytime he's injured?? But never acts annoyed when he's with you. He knows that you're just trying to do your job.

-And considering the fact that he ditches the aid stations and hospitals frequently, he pays close attention to your instructions when it comes to injuries

-Respects the hell out of you for your work—and this only grows after Bastogne and saving his life

-He's a grumpy sick person who acts like a cat who doesn't want to be petted

-Good luck babe, you're gonna need it for when he's sick

Joe Toye:

-Thinks he can power through the injury or sickness for a while....and almost succeeds.

-He's not afraid to ask questions about what he can do to make the situation better and he does his best to listen to your advice

-His mood will improve if you kiss it better, I promise

-And if he's ever sick? The man literally just wants a cuddle and some words of reassurance and he'll be good as new

-He's a great patient unless he lets the injury get bad and doesn't come talk to you about it sooner

George Luz:

-Literally makes jokes through whatever injury or sickness he's dealing with

-SMH, sir please take this seriously—that being said, you may need to kindly tell him to shut up so that you can do your job

-Also respects the hell out of you for the work that you do and listens really well when it comes to injury care.

-Is honestly a little kid when he gets sick??? He just wants to lay in bed, be told stories, and have a great time

-Tell him the story of your love story (your version of course), and he'll be content as a kitten to lay there and rest and just listen to you

[calliesmemes]

BRIDGERTON SEASON ONE (EPISODES 5-8)

DIALOGUE SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM SEASON ONE OF NETFLIX’S SERIES BRIDGERTON, ADAPTED FROM NOVELS BY JULIA QUINN.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Are you feeling better, dearest? ”

“   You do not seem pleased. Whatever is wrong? ”

“   I knew there was something between you! ”

“   Well, tell me. Tell me everything! ”

“   You do not need to tell me anything. ”

“   You are getting what you always wanted. ”

“   It will be the grandest wedding of the year. ”

“   Has something happened? ”

“   I believe you will know what love feels like soon enough. ”

“   You think I am to follow in your footsteps? ”

“   Can there be a more dreadful fate? ”

“   The only thing I am grateful for is that I am not you, nor will I ever be. ”

“   I thought we shared an understanding with our discussions of the future. ”

“   My goodness! If anything, I am the one forcing him. ”

“   Love is surely the greatest force of all. ”

“   Nothing can stand between us. ”

“   It was a pleasure to know you. ”

“   I look forward to counting you as part of our family. ”

“   She does not owe me anything. ”

“   Have you not done enough? ”

“   I applaud you. I bring you flowers on each of my visits, and yet you still react with admirable surprise every time. ”

“   I shall need to bring you something unexpected. ”

“   Her happiness is your greatest concern. ”

“   I promise you will not be disappointed. ”

“   Oh, I do hope your wedding dress will be ready in time. ”

“   While you may be content to accept defeat, it is certainly not how I approach things. ”

“   I take that duty with the utmost seriousness. ”

“   You have always been a terrible shit. ”

“   Surely we must be able to do something? ”

“   Now, where is the dinner I was promised? ”

“   Please, come in. Make yourself at home. ”

“   Apologies. Have we met? ”

“   I see my reputation precedes me. ”

“   Feelings are irrelevant. Indeed, they're responsible for this mess. ”

“   You will seduce him? ”

“   He is not so little anymore. ”

“   After your meal, perhaps we could take a walk, like we used to do. ”

“   It is quite late for you to be up, too, is it not? ”

“   If you're nervous about the wedding, you need not worry. ”

“   I am not quite sure what you believe I am to do about it. ”

“   It was not love at first sight for either of us. ”

“   We found something far greater. We found friendship. ”

“   Her laughter brings me joy. ”

“   To meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart. ”

“   I want her to be my wife. ”

“   Do you wish to marry this man? ”

“   I suppose congratulations are in order ”

“   I do hope you will remember my kindness in keeping secrets and repay me someday. ”

“   You can choose anyone but him. ”

“   Perhaps you would find it acceptable for me to live my life with a man who treats me like a mere beast? ”

“   I am beginning to feel a bit faint. ”

“   We should not be alone in here. ”

“   I know we have only known each other a short while, but… well, would you want to marry me? ”

“   You deserve a grand wedding. ”

“   I must say, I am honored and most grateful for your presence. ”

“   I hope you made the right choice. ”

“   You certainly enjoy spreading secrets, do you not? ”

“   Dear child, have you lost your wits? ”

“   I am flattered by your accusation, but it is simply not true. ”

“   What evidence have you gathered? ”

“   Tell me what you know. ”

“   What happened the other night? ”

“   I suppose I have put this conversation off for as long as I can. ”

“   Well, what do you recommend? ”

“   I'm sure you'll enjoy the peace and quiet. ”

“   I am going to miss all of you terribly. ”

“   I have a present for you. ”

“   I know we could not be any more different, but there is one thing we do share. ”

“   We need to rest before continuing on in the morning. ”

“   We should go down to dinner. ”

“   You have avoided my presence. ”

“   You have said all but a few words to me. ”

“   I could not bear witness to the misery I have caused you. ”

“   I cannot stop thinking of you. ”

“   From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit… my thoughts of you never end. ”

“   I am yours. I have always been yours. ”

“   You look angry and bothered. ”

“   It is you I cannot sacrifice. ”

“   I burn for you. ”

“   It has been so long since we have been blessed with your presence. ”

“   I am looking forward to making your acquaintance. ”

“   I'm no good at those things. I'll only make a fool of myself. ”

“   May I have everyone's attention? ”

“   Do you think this is a joke? ”

“   You are an ass. Do you know that? ”

“   I must make a good impression. ”

“   I am certain there is much left to see. ”

“   I found myself in continual awe of their beauty. ”

“   I knew you were flirting with her, but you flirt with plenty of young ladies. ”

“   I am not sure I have ever seen you so solemn and serious. ”

“   I was not prepared to let another of you fly the nest so soon. ”

“   It pains me you should think every compliment a mockery. ”

“   You think so little of me, I cannot bear it. ”

“   Please do not tell me you regret it. ”

“   I cannot condone your actions. ”

“   I am afraid that is not possible. ”

“   You have such a unique accent, and yet I have never asked where you're from. ”

“   I am not fooled by your little act. ”

“   I am sure we can find a solution to these difficulties, and I thank you for bringing them to our attention. ”

“   Oh, there, there, there, child. No need to cry. ”

“   I did not realize my absence would be felt this way. ”

“   You know, oddly enough, when I am actually in the presence of children, I forget all about my own concerns. They are the easiest company in the world. ”

“   I have all that I want just here. ”

“   I am very sorry. But this plan of yours, I find it wanting. ”

“   What were your favorite pastimes in the country? ”

“   Oh dear, what can the matter be? ”

“   You really are very good. You know that? ”

“   My own father does not want me. ”

“   Fool that I am, I truly thought that with your family, I might finally find acceptance. ”

“   We shall make our own family, you and me. ”

“   It is all I want. It is all I want in the world. ”

“   I wish we could be married this very minute. ”

“   We just have to make it to the border. ”

“   Are you missing home? ”

“   I will ensure everything is in order. I will ensure everything is done properly. ”

“   Should I have worn a different dress? ”

“   Perhaps I might ask your opinion on something? ”

“   I know I am new to the role, but I cannot imagine what I have done wrong so soon. ”

“   I will correct my mistake at once. I…I had no idea. ”

“   I am so very grateful for your guidance. ”

“   His childhood was not always easy. ”

“   Everyone talked as though it was her fault. ”

“   I thought you loved him. ”

“   Your love is an unrequited fantasy. ”

“   I should not have stayed away so long. ”

“   I'm at the end of the world with you ”

“   I trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage. ”

“   "Cannot" and "will not" are two entirely different things. ”

“   You chose this for yourself. ”

“   I thought you were prepared. ”

“   You took my future from me, the one thing I wanted more than anything. ”

“   I would have died for you! ”

“   Do you know — I even felt pity for you? ”

“   The ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars. ”

“   What thing is more fragile than the human heart? ”

“   I have learned that a grave fraud is afoot. ”

“   Should I really deliver the message? ”

“   You cannot believe I shall welcome you back into my bed after your lies and deception? ”

“   I would never dream of concealing the truth of such important matters. ”

“   I must return to my family immediately. ”

“   I will not let you out of my sight. ”

“   Hush, child, all will be well. ”

“   We are in just as perilous a position. ”

“   Perhaps if she can destroy a reputation… she can restore one too. ”

“   This is an emergency. ”

“   We do not require your assistance. ”

“   This may be the answer to all of our problems. ”

“   Pretending that nothing is amiss is the perfect way to lure the ignorant into submission. ”

“   I know you must think me a fool, but my heart pays no heed to mere logic. ”

“   When I think of her, I only want to be near her, to be with her… despite all reason otherwise. ”

“   Perhaps I can arrange a rendezvous. ”

“   It follows no reason or sense, does it? ”

“   Where have you been all night? ”

“   Do you understand me? That we no longer trust each other? ”

“   Thank you for joining us. ”

“   I did not come here to be shamed by you, nor anyone else. ”

“   You may think me a villain, but I did what I thought I must. ”

“   No one ever truly helped me, or guided me in a different direction. ”

“   You wish to know the cruelest part of your deception? ”

“   I see now that was all a lie. ”

“   We should tempt scandal more often. ”

“   Your duplicity comes so naturally. ”

“   Improvement is all a matter of practice. ”

“   How are you faring? ”

“   You have not heard what people have been saying. ”

“   All will be well again, I promise you. ”

“   I am sure you wish to avoid any further unpleasantness. ”

“   Judge not, lest we too be judged. ”

“   Something troubles you. ”

“   I know you are a grown woman now, but I am still your mother, and you can come to me when you need advice. ”

“   Well, then, share your thoughts. ”

“   I am merely trying to be of help. ”

“   For what it is worth, I am sorry. ”

“   I came here to apologize to you. ”

“   I wish it had not happened this way. ”

“   Why should he be the one to choose your future? ”

“   Do you really want to be alone? ”

“   I am quite capable of doing more than you think. ”

“   I have defeated the best, and I'm confident I shall continue to do so. ”

“   I think you would be wise to leave. ”

“   We shall teach you the rules. ”

“   Seems I have been blessed with some beginner's luck. ”

“   Would you just get to the point? ”

“   Do you not ever get tired of pretending to be so perfect? ”

“   We may not be perfect, but at least we keep our promises. ”

“   I'm trying to be a man of my word. ”

“   Well, you certainly make it look difficult. ”

“   Tell me why you are so adamant. ”

“   Your help is greatly appreciated, but there is nothing more you can do. ”

“   I’m not exactly in the mood for music and finery this evening. ”

“   I may have been a trifle harsh with you. And I'm sorry. ”

“   So you admit it now? You were acting a fool? ”

“   You may hurt now, but the pain will pass. ”

“   We live under constant threat of danger. ”

“   I risk my life every day for love. ”

“   It takes courage to live outside the traditional expectations of society. ”

“   I'm not bound by the rules of society. ”

“   You know not the future that awaits. ”

“   Don't you touch me. Stay away! Just leave me alone! ”

“   This time next week, our ruse will be well and truly over. ”

“   I shall begin practicing straightaway! ”

“   I would have expected this from anyone but you. ”

“   I am sorry for everything I have done and said. ”

“   I know I do not always say the right things, and then the things I do say, well… They are not always what you wish to hear. ”

“   However difficult forgiving someone may be, it is necessary to move forward. ”

“   However are we supposed to move forward from there? ”

“   I have come bearing grim news today. ”

“   I thought him a villain, but he was not. ”

“   We do not need to have this conversation. ”

“   You may not understand this now, but I am doing this for your own good. ”

“   You will be better off without me. ”

“   I cannot fight forever. ”

“   I merely showed him what he was capable of all along. ”

“   You still managed to put on quite a performance. “

“   What ever could be more honorable besides taking care of one's family? ”

“   You’re angry, but not with me. ”

“   What is this? And more importantly, how did you get it? ”

“   I believe I need a doctor. ”

“   This is preposterous and fantastical. ”

“   I want you there by my side. ”

“   For someone who hates ballgowns… you look exquisite in one. ”

“   I am merely glad you came. ”

“   I suppose I should thank you. ”

“   We did not expect to see you here. ”

“   Are you enjoying your evening? ”

“   I did not see it at first, but I know you were only trying to prevent me from heartache. ”

“   I wish to tell you something. ”

“   It was actually you who inspired me. ”

“   Oh, um… What was it you wished to say? ”

“   I need you to take me somewhere. ”

“   My imagination was the furthest I could allow myself to go. ”

“   I am looking out for myself. ”

“   What I know is that you are lost, and I cannot allow you to set me adrift as well. ”

“   It is a choice, dearest, one that is never too late to make. ”

“   I cannot tell you how much peace and comfort that brings to me. ”

“   There is nothing you cannot do. ”

“   I know that this is not what you had envisioned for the evening. ”

“   Just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love. ”

“   He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved, but he was wrong. ”

“   I am tired of pretending. ”

“   I cannot continue acting as if I… as if I do not love you. ”

“   I love all of you, even the parts that you believe are too dark and too shameful. ”

“   You may think you are too damaged and too broken to ever allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently. You can choose to love me as much as I love you. ”

“   I do not want to be alone. ”

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I absolutely want part 2 of the love language fic!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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peter bonnington x wife!reader

“You, okay darling?”

“Yes” she croaked, laughing at her own ruined voice

“Who’s going on the podium, darling?”

“Fred. I think Toto wished that the overtake had worked so he could be on the podium for Lewis’ final race. Are you ready to be coaching a child next year? Bit of a step down from your 7 time world champions.”

“He seems like a nice kid, y’know. Good championship this year. And next year is about rebuilding and then the year after going for the trophy.”

“With the kid? God, trying to break Seb’s record are we?”

Bono snorted but the laughing fell off his face as he grabbed Y/N’s hands.

“Take care of him, okay? I don’t trust him with a lot of people, so I’m trusting you with him.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Y/N laughed as she threw Carlos in after Lewis. There were a few sad faces mainly from Carlos’ side of the garage and Williams. Maybe they were thinking about Sauber’s pit stops from this year. And how that was them next year.

And Williams. She would miss Logan. She’d taken him under her wing after seeing the way James was treating him. And while she was happy he’d managed to get a seat at Prema’s Indycar project, she would miss seeing him week in week out. 

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“OH FUCK NO NO NO LEWIS.” Y/N wanted to cry as she watched Lewis slip down the order as the pit stop was screwed up, as they tried to take the wheel off for the third time.

“Shit, Lewis I’m so sorry.” Y/N raised her head from her hands to make sure Lewis could hear her properly as she mumbled into her mic as the scarlet ferrari rejoined the race.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’ll come back stronger next race.” Lewis tried to reassure her as he fought with the Haas cars.

Y/N wanted to believe it. She really did. But she could sense the glares coming from the Mercedes garage next to her as she sat at the pit wall, cursing herself, her head still in her hands. Watching through her fingers as Lewis fought for position with Haas. The Ferrari was so good. He should be breezing past them.  Scratch that, he should be miles ahead of them and not even in contention to see them unless he was lapping them.

Y/N couldn’t stop rewatching the interview, the way Toto mocked Ferrari and appeared angry at them for what had happened in the race. She could still feel the anger from the race mistake, she could almost hear all the critics, all those who hadn’t wanted her anyway, now utilising the current mishap to further mock her, further their arguments.

Their arguments that she did not belong.

And maybe she didn’t. Her entire career she had felt like she was the model, she was the goal for little girls who weren’t into karting. She was the trophy that got paraded out any time any time there was an argument about inclusion or a situation where someone was being cancelled and they needed her to confirm that the paddock was a good place to work.

“Darling, you promised you’d protect Lewis.”

“Yeah, well y’know” she barked out a dry laugh “it’s like a coming of age when you race for Ferrari.”

“Well, okay then, but I mean you told me…”

“THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY?” Y/N outburst. She saw the shocked look on her husband’s face and tried to lower her volume as he spoke.

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Yes it matters, you’re Lewis’ race engineer, if it doesn’t matter to you, who does it matter to?”

“Not me. I’m leaving next year anyway.” Y/N couldn’t look her husband in the eyes as she said it.

“You’re what…”

“I’m leaving. I’m going to red bull if it matters.”

“What do you mean you’re going to red bull? You’re ferrari’s best engineer.”

“Yeah, well, red bull had a better offer. Y’know? You’re working on the future and red bull are bringing up Liam, so. New experience for me. I’m older y’know, last hurrah, bringing Liam a championship.”

“But Ferrari have Lewis, Adrian, Charles, Fred…”

“So? It’s my fucking life Peter, you don’t own me. I can make my own decisions and I can make my own choices in my life. And this is my choice. And if you can’t respect that, then maybe I should leave here too.” 

Y/N didn’t even wait for a response, but simply turned and left, needing to calm down.

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[acupofqueercoffee]

“A healer, a lover, a killer”

Unohana Retsu x Female Reader

wc : 6700+

cw : arranged marriage // sexual assault towards the very end // ***non-con is NOT between reader and retsu*** // blood and gore // graphic description of corpses // hurt-comfort // fluff and fluff and fluff and fluff // flirting // wives // minazuki is a gentle-giant 🥺 // murderous milf // older woman x younger woman

ffs i just want to spoil my mommy rotten (and be spoiled rotten) is it too much to ask for ಥ◡ಥ i’m desperate to do her justice but bruhh she sure is difficult to write 🥲

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Marriage, in essence, is a sacred binding of two people, or rather two lovers during which they vow as one to cherish the beauties, to endure the burdens of life.

There may have been a time when you have fancied such foolish fantasies, entertained little hope of finding a love so profound that it will bleed colours into your lonely, miserable life.

Alas, fate does not favour you. But of course, it never does. Likely will never do.

You were born earning the resentment of your father, for his beloved wife perished as you came to be. She was the apple of his eyes, the one possession that he dearly cherished, and swore to cherish in perpetuity. With fingers entwined and two hearts as one, they had endured the burdens of life in tandem, and just when it was beginning to thrive, a promising future stretched out ahead of them like a perpetual sunrise, a curse befell them in the form of you, oh evil, despicable you.

Bearing the brunt of the mother’s death is the child as your father treats you with much hostility. Within him resides not a dot of affection for you, and he makes a point of rubbing salt into your wounds, reminding you in every possible way that you are a murderer, an abomination, a hellspawn on a sacred land. Your life is no better than a slave’s, easier perhaps without the need to exert yourself, but certainly not kinder without anyone to converse with, much less to confide in. Even a slave has companions whereas you who is abhorred and forsaken by your own flesh and blood, have no one in this world but yourself.

Thus, in your father’s resentful hands, the flickering light in your heart eventually, completely dies.

When you have finally come to terms with your life as it is, marriage comes to you in the form of a cruel joke.

If you have been none the wiser, you may have believed it to be a chance at a better life, a crack of sunshine through a sky full of gloom. And for a while, you have. Naive enough to hope. Foolish enough to dream. All it takes is a flick of your father’s merciless tongue, and the fool’s paradise, in which you have been taking sanctuary, comes tumbling down.

“You do not deserve to feel happiness as ephemeral as it will be. So, listen to me. And listen carefully. The Gotei 13 wanted me to hand you in saying that while you may not presently look the part, you are a menace to soul society. You should have never been born to begin with. Instead of her, it should have been you.”

“Despite everything, in the end, I very generously agreed to relinquish you under only one condition. That you will be wedded to one of the captains. Such an outstanding opportunity is hard to come by and apparently, they were desperate enough to get their hands on you whatever the cost. I requested that the wedding be held to the nines for the sake of publicity. People need to witness it with their own eyes in order for them not to talk foul of my family.”

“I can’t have the whole boat going putrid because of a single carp, can I? So, enjoy it while it lasts, dear daughter because I can’t promise that you’ll come out unscathed once they’re done with you.”

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Your soon-to-be other half is a stranger. You know about her as much as you know about the outside world: in other words, next to nothing. Except that her eyes are reminiscent of azurites, and her hair, a moonless night, the woman with whom you will be spending the rest of your life is merely a stranger to you. But then again, with their motives kept under wraps, you will be lucky to survive through the night.

Fleeing is out of the question for you understand the extent of your capabilities, and to flee right now will be tantamount to dicing with death. Despite your father’s despicable attempts to trap you in despair, you decide that playing docile is quite possibly your best bet. Come rain or shine, you will survive. You have not endured the torments of your wicked father after all this time simply to be trampled like a weed. What an insult it will be to your painstaking efforts.

So, when you are asked if you will take the stranger before you as your lifelong partner, without hesitation, you say, “I do”. Legions of people bear witness to your false union as your wife echoes your words; her dulcet voice, like the first trickle of rain, slakes your drought.

“Won’t you seal the deal with a kiss, Captain Unohana?”

Amongst the circle of people who are uniformly dressed in white overcoats, the one whose voice has sounded mischievous has been a man with a straw hat and an additional pink garb.

Unohana. Unohana. Unohana.

A pretty name indeed, as befits a pretty woman.

The first half of his statement is entirely lost on you as you repeat the name in your mind over and over and over again. It is the delicate crawl of fingers on your face that rectifies your lapse of concentration. First thing you notice, once you have blinked the haze away, is her violet gaze that is caressing your features and her face that has unexpectedly appeared under your nose, leaving little to no space to the point that your breaths mingle.

The warmness of her breath that ghosts along the apple of your cheek smells faintly of wild flowers and herbs; then comes the silky press of her lips atop the corner of your mouth. Given the circumstances, the kiss is not entirely unpleasant. If nothing else, it is kind, and although you loathe to admit it, your heart sings under her touch.

You fail to mention before that she has rose buds for lips, and now, upon departure, they bestow upon you a beautiful pink blossom smile. It is serene, strangely soothing, and you feel at peace with the woman who is your wife, all kind eyes and saccharine smiles, but whose full name you have yet to learn.

As inclined as you feel to assume that the kiss has somehow irreversibly put you under her spell, the more logical part of you know that neither your mind nor body is tampered with; your admiration for her beauty is born purely of your unadulterated self. Since the dawn of your life, it is ironically in the hands of a stranger whose intentions with you are still unclear that you experience tenderness for the very first time. Some semblance of affection has visited you in the form of a palm cradling your cheek and lips caressing your skin, and although you know it to be nothing more than a performance, it is undeniably the closest that you have ever felt to being loved.

Her gesture has understandably moved you in the warmest of ways, and it is only given that, as she continues to drench you in gentleness and swaddle you in kindness, you will grow to forget the true nature of your marriage.

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“Follow me.”

Such has been your wife’s first words to you, a command that leaves no room for rejection, as she comes to meet you in her, or rather your shared quarters. In her absence, unsure of what to do with yourself, you have been sitting on your heels by the side of a tea table, anxiously awaiting her arrival, but immediately on her command, you arise to your feet. And then, follow her you do as she leads you outside.

In the middle of the veranda, a wooden tray lies in wait, holding on it a ceramic pot and two ceramic cups. The side of the veranda, towards which the pair of you are heading, lacks the railing, and it overlooks the other buildings in Seireitei. When she goes to take a seat beside the tray, you silently watch her. Only upon being motioned to do the same do you mirror your wife. The night is tranquil and the sky, brimming with tiny twinkles. The flickering lights from the buildings below and the glittering celestial bodies above; together, they give you the illusion that you are being swallowed into an infinite pool of stars.

In the quietness of the night, she speaks with a gentle lilt that is carried to you by a zephyr.

“You have questions for me, I take it?”

Simply sitting still in leisurely contemplation of the stars, she oozes charisma, and you cannot help but admire her. Due to the moon bathing her in its silver glow, her long hair that is tied loosely around the small of her back shines with an otherworldly sheen. She is the juxtaposition of darks and lights as the charcoal of her strands that elegantly frame her angelic face accentuates the milkiness of her skin.

“Am I that dangerous of a person for you to willingly go through with this folly?”

It is more or less a slip of your tongue. There are many questions to which you seek answers, and at the first chance, without really thinking, you end up blurting out the one thing that is on the forefront of your mind.

When her eyes seek your face and your eyes subsequently are greeted by her face, to your surprise, a smile crawls onto her lips.

“My, what gives you the impression that this marriage is a sham?”

“I was told by my father that I was to be surrendered to Seireitei, and that all he had asked in exchange was for a captain to wed me very publicly, because he hated the idea of his family name being tarnished by the likes of me.”

“The likes of you?”

Tea is poured equally into two cups; one finds itself in your hand whereas the other is taken into elegant fingers. The warmth of the liquid as you take a delicate sip thaws the chill in your bones. By the time your voice makes an escape from your lips, it is accompanied by the billowing steam from your cup.

“A menace to soul society.”

“Hmm, is that what he said?”

Your response has been a nod, and she receives it with a hum.

“I see.”

Cradling the cup in your palms, you twiddle your thumbs over the rim, lips caught between your teeth.

“Is it true?”

“Partially, that is.”

At her words, confusion reigns. However intrigued you are, you wait patiently, poising for elaboration as she takes a languid sip of her tea.

Once again, she holds your stare before she speaks. The tilt of her lips that settles back into a line indicates solemnity.

“What I’m about to tell you is highly confidential, but since it concerns you, we’ve come to a collective agreement that it wouldn’t hurt to inform you of it. That, and we necessitate your cooperation.”

“You are not inherently a peril, although if fallen into wrong hands, you will inadvertently prove hazardous to Soul Society. You have innate powers that, while you may not be able to use them, make you a catalyst of sorts. It is not Reiryoku as Shinigami possess which therefore makes you a peculiarly. Even amongst the Gotei 13, only four of us is made aware of this phenomenon, meaning that your father, too, was kept in the dark. We thought it best to take you under our wings before any of the risks become a reality.”

“Simply put, after thorough investigation of your father, we exploited his hatred for you so that you will be relinquished to us without him making a fuss. Additionally, in order not to arouse suspicion, we’ve made a false announcement to our fellow captains and subordinates. They know you to be my longtime lady-love whom I’ve decided to tie the knots with. A flourishing merchant such as your father would surely lust for publicity. He was only playing right into our hands by stating his one condition.”

Even though the bombardment of information is too much to process, now, you know with certainty that you are not necessarily rotten to the core, and that your stranger wife alongside her companions harbour no ill will towards you.

As she takes another dainty sip of the tea in her cup, you silently mirror her, mesmerised all the while by the grace and elegance with which she carries herself.

“Although an apology is in order for my sudden behaviour at the altar, as I’ve explained to you, displays of affection and physical touch are mandatory for the believability of our story. This marriage isn’t merely for show in that we have to talk and act as married couples do. Do try to put up with it.”

Talk and act as married couples do?

The implication alone has your cheeks ripening into cherries, the redness of which is only amplified by the unexpected words that go tumbling down your lips.

“I didn’t particularly mind the kiss, so an apology isn’t necessary.”

“Is that so?” The delicateness of her voice has a playful lilt to it, and it pleasantly tickles your ears. “Then, my dear wife, I’ll be counting on you from now on.”

“I- I’ll do my best.”

“My, my, aren’t you a good girl.” She wears a smile on her face that drips delight while you are painted red to the tips of your ears.

Good Girl.

Those two little words alone has single-handedly put you in a trance that the rest of the night passes in a blur. As far as you remember, the pair of you sip tea in silence until when she suggests retiring for the night, like a lost puppy, you follow her. Her quarters become your quarters and her futon, your futon because, as far as a married couple is concerned, living separately is out of the question.

Suffice to say, on the night of your wedding, you lie awake in bed, unaccustomed to the warmth of another body just inches away from yours. Amidst counting the tiles on the ceiling, you peek a look at your partner to find her at rest. Even asleep, she truly is a sight to behold. However, unbeknownst to you, she shares the same sentiment, and it is proven soon by the voice that calls out to you in the death of night.

“I’m surprised that you took me at my words without the faintest hint of scepticism.”

“Call it a gut feeling if you will but you seem to mean me no harm. Besides, I have nothing to lose by taking a chance.”

On the night of your wedding, you wear a smile to sleep.

Maybe,

Just maybe,

your chance at a better life, after all, is not entirely an impossibility.

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Unohana Retsu.

The name of your wife which you have forgotten to ask her directly has been revealed to you by her Lieutenant in the name of Isane Kotetsu.

Captain Unohana, as her subordinates address her as, is surprisingly a natural at playing lovers.

Likewise, touch-starved and thirsty for endearment, aside from shyness that stems from inexperience and her offhand compliments, you take on the role of a love-struck wife with much ease.

“My, my, darling, is that a proper way to see your wife off? How cold.”

She does a convincing job of sounding crestfallen as you walk her out of her estate, sending her off to work with only a wave of your hand.

Upon hearing her sigh, you walk up to her, letting your palms glide over the chest of your finely-dressed Captain. A kiss is demanded of you, and so, in the presence of her Lieutenant and a few other subordinates, you drop your lips to the apple of her cheek, murmuring your utterances into her fragrant skin.

“Do your best, Hana. I’ll be awaiting your return.”

Genuine surprise can be found in the widening of her eyes, albeit lasting only for a fraction of a second. And then, her lips are curving skyward, settling into a saccharine smile.

If the kiss that finds you on the tip of your nose, like the gentle flap of a butterfly’s wings, is not enough to sweep you off your feet, then the pad of the thumb that caresses the bone of your cheek certainly is. Ample, in fact.

“See you later, little flower.”

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Your wife has an unusual way of styling her beautiful long hair.

She tends to wear it in a thick braid, but instead of letting it dangle behind her back, she lets it hang below her chin almost in the form of a necklace. You will go as far as to say that it is one of her idiosyncratic features, for without it, her attire for work is incomplete. On idler days when she remains at the estate, her hair can be seen tied loosely at the small of her back.

When you have noticed how difficult it is to care for a hair of such thickness and length, you have expressed your desire to do it for her. To your delight, she has let you, and so, here you are, gingerly applying essential oil to a mane of dark hair as you comb it with great reverence.

You admire the way she sits, spine always straight, perfectly poised. The same goes for the voice that softly caresses your ears, warm and tender.

“How was your day?”

“Infinitely better than what I was used to,…” For an answer, it should suffice. And yet, “…but I’ve missed you, Hana.”

It may just be one of your flaws; you never know when to keep your mouth shut. Thankfully, she receives your divulgence with a sweet smile.

“My, you’re quite the charmer.”

Cheeks painted pink and heart thrumming giddily, you continue combing her hair. Surely, she is graced by the gods themselves; lush and healthy, her charcoal mane slips through your fingers like expensive silk.

“You called me Hana.”

“Oh! I- I did, yes. Since we’re supposed to be long time lovers, I thought it was only fitting for me to call you by a unique name. If you don’t find it agreeable, I’ll refrain from-”

“None of that. I’ve never been called a pet name, is all. It’s refreshing.”

Then, after a beat of silence, she chuckles. Until now, you have only seen her smile, having never heard her laugh or chuckle for that matter. It is the most wonderful sound, rich, warm, and the culprit behind your breath that has suddenly been stolen.

“Yachiru would like you.”

You do not know whether to rejoice or lament that such a precious sound stems from the thought of someone else. In the end, you settle on savouring it all the same.

Yachiru, whom you have the pleasure of meeting during your visit to your wife’s Ikebana Club, is quite the boisterous little lass. You feel silly and selfish in equal parts; silly for going green because of a child and selfish because you want to be the sole reason behind all the lovely sounds that she makes. On the other hand, as your wife has expected, the pink-haired girl takes an instant liking to you, sticking like glue to your side. Meanwhile, instead of paying attention to the real task at hand of arranging flowers, you end up being entranced by your wife’s gentle cadence and her distractingly gorgeous face.

When the name which you have uniquely chosen for your wife leaves your lips, Yachiru mimics you.

What you have not been expecting is for your wife to intervene.

“If you could refrain from calling me by that name Yachiru, I would appreciate it. I don’t mind you giving me a new nickname but this one is reserved for my wife. She alone calls me Hana, and I would like for it to remain that way.”

“My, Captain Unohana is very romantic!”

If you are not mistaken, the dreamy sigh comes from Matsumoto, the Lieutenant of the 10th division.

“I understand, Captain HaHa. Can I call you Captain HaHa?”

“By all means. As long as it isn’t Hana, I don’t mind.”

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More often than not, your wife’s placating smile is the testament to her benevolence as a healer, but there are times when she wields them as a weapon.

Having cultivated the habit of preparing lunchboxes for your wife and her Lieutenant, you deliver the homemade meals personally to her division. One of the things that you look forward to every day includes admiring your wife in her elements. Such little glimpses into her work life allows you to understand just how much of an influence she has on her subordinates.

Soft-spoken and kind-faced as the Captain of squad four is, even the rowdiest of Shinigami fear her; they regard her with much respect. You have yet to hear her raising her voice to someone, and even still, she has never had to repeat her will more than twice for the other person to obediently comply with it. There are people from the 11th division, who, according to the information that you have gathered, are supposed to be the most battle-hungry Soul Reapers in Seireitei, that at your wife’s gentle warning and excessively sweet smile will flee with their tails between their legs, leaving a trail of apologies in their wake.

“Oh my, treating me as if I’m some kind of ghost.”

Puzzled, she has wondered aloud, and you have found her expression heart-meltingly adorable.

During one of your visitations to her squad, you have also had the pleasure of befriending a special someone.

You remember marvelling at the giant sage green creature that is aloft; its form, very reminiscent of a manta ray. However, when you see someone climbing effortlessly down the back of the creature, you have been surprised, to say the least, to be greeted by the unmistakable voice of your wife.

Upon striding towards the pair of them, you fall prey to the surprise attack of an extremely wet tongue. Even though it leaves you resembling a drowned rat, what simmers inside you is the farthest from annoyance. If anything, you find the one-eyed giant quite lovable.

“Why, will you look at that.”

“What does it mean?”

“It means, sweet girl, that she likes you.”

Before you hug the bizarre creature, you peek a look at your wife. Only when you see the nod of her head do you advance.

“Oh! Right back at you…?” Another questioning look at your wife earns you her name. “Minazuki.”

“Miki, you adorable little munchkin!”

At your words, she emits a crooning sound that you are inclined to believe is her way of purring in pleasure.

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When your wife has some time on her hands, she has a habit of climbing mountains. It is as much a recreational activity as it is a hunt for medicinal herbs. Having been longing to accompany her during her excursions, you have, after much consideration, raised the question, only for her to readily agrees.

“Can I come?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The silence that cocoons the two of you is anything but unbearable as you amble abreast. Taking it as your opportunity, you voice the query that you have been mulling over for some time now.

“There’s something I’m curious about.”

“What are you curious about?”

“Why you?” When you steal a glance at her, you find her eyes on the track, face impassive. “There were four of you who were privy to the truth, correct? So, how come you were the one to marry me?”

Her response does not come until after a while, voice sounding serene as it usually does.

“The Captain-Commander is out of the question, and among the three of us, I was deemed the most suitable candidate. One doesn’t go out much due to how sickly he is and the other is- well, it’s unthinkable that he’ll settle for one person.”

“And what about you, Hana? Have you got no qualms?”

“Whatever the Captain-Commander asks of me, I do without question.”

Oh.

You have asked, and so she has answered. It certainly is not meant to hurt.

And yet,

“I see.”

“That, and I also happened to be the first person to learn of your existence.”

At this, you perk.

“You did? How?”

“Purely by chance, but that’s a story for another day. Now, come. The herbs I’m looking for are just up ahead.”

She teaches you about different herbs and you help her collect them, preening under her complimentary head-pats when you find the right plants, and becoming all the more hell-bent on seeking rarer herbs, for only then will you be rewarded with honey-dewed whispers. Upon stumbling across one such plant, in your excitement, you fail to see a hole in the ground as you briskly make your way through the thickets.

Needless to say, your recklessness leaves you with a strained ankle. It is your pained grunts that garner the attention of your wife. When she finds you limping, the discomfort apparent on your face, she helps you to a tree trunk. You are thankful for the arm that is stably wrapped around your waist for it halves the effort that you will otherwise have to exert.

No sooner has she sat you down onto the mossy trunk than she is kneeling before you. Taking your wounded foot into her hand, she gingerly lets it rest atop her thigh. Forefinger and thumb pluck your sock, peel it down, and doing so reveals your ankle where a bruise is already beginning to bloom.

As she works on your wound, you can feel the pads of her digits ghosting across the naked base of your calf. Her fingers, dainty in appearance, have strength in them along with callouses that you suspect are the by products of her years of sword training. Speaking of which, Minazuki, her Zanpakuto as she has taught you, Miki as you like to call her, is slung over one of your shoulders. Since her Lieutenant is absent, for today’s trip is you and your wife’s alone, you have happily taken the role of the Captain’s blade bearer.

Due to the injury that you have sustained, despite your reassuring that you are fine, your wife does not take no for an answer, and so, the expedition is cut short. Soon after the pair of you have mounted Minazuki, you fall victim to exhaustion, surrendering yourself to the clutches of sleep.

The first thing you notice upon opening your eyes is the shimmering sea of stars, with the first thing you hear being her voice that pulses warmly in your ears.

“Are you awake?”

“Hmm, where are we now?”

When you shift, you discover that your head is cushioned by her thighs.

“Not very far from home.”

You are suddenly awestruck by the vision that appears in your line of sight. Backdropped by the starry sky, she is truly a sight for sore eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“My eyes feel hot.”

A palm finds home on your forehead. You cannot help but sigh dreamily at her cool touch that seems to instantly soothe the ache in your head.

“You have a touch of fever, I fear. Rest. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

You can only hum, ready to succumb to slumber again. However, when you feel the withdrawal of her hand from your forehead, your fingers catch her wrist, emboldened by a feverish haze. You press it against your neck where the coolness of her flesh offers you sweet reprieve from your body’s heat. If you are not mistaken, you have felt the faintest sensation of a fingertip tracing the length of your nose before you drift.

She does, in fact, not wake you.

By the time you open your eyes, you are already under the comfort of a futon that smells distinctly of her.

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You do not know when it changes, but at one point, it does. Your marriage stops being an elaborate masquerade and starts becoming something more by the time you no longer need reminders to exercise intimacy. A kiss on her cheek, a palm on the small of her back, sweet-nothings dripping with honey; they come to you as easily as breathing, and she responds to you in kind as she always has. But then again, to be unreservedly honest, your actions, from the beginning until now, have never been absent of sincerity.

From sleeping entwined in each other’s arms to walking with your fingers intertwined, even in the absence of onlookers, in the privacy of your quarters, you behave as lovers do. Neither of you seem to notice the change, and if you do, neither of you bother to comment on it. It simply is the way it is.

“Oh, Hana, you’ve returned! Come here. Sit.”

“What is this?”

“I just thought that your feet could use some pampering after walking around all day.”

“My, you need not trouble yourself-”

“But that’s what married couples do. They look after each other.”

“Very well, then, if you insist.”

Adoration, ardour and nothing in between; that is how you sink to your knees before your deity. Raising her feet off the floor, you gingerly place them atop your thighs. When you slip the socks off her feet, you exercise both care and tenderness, barely suppressing the urge to press delicate kisses to her exquisitely dainty ankles. Once her feet are completely bare, you guide them into the bucket that is sitting in front of you. Under the warm water, you trace the little notches of her bone, run your fingertips along every dip and hill the way you want your lips to caress them.

Then, all too gently, you gather them once again into your lap where a towel awaits. You take your sweet time petting them dry, the desire to drench her porcelain skin in kisses now coming back with a vengeance. As if possessing a mind of their own, your hands slips beneath her uniform, fingers leaving playful caresses along the length of her shin.

Suddenly overwhelmingly thirsty, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue before chancing a look at her. There is a silent question in your eyes, and she answers you with a nod of her head. As soon as the green light has been given, you carefully hike the skirt of her Shinigami uniform over her knee, allowing your fingers to knead the muscles in her calfs without interruptions.

It is true that when you have decided to give her feet a wash and a massage, you have no ulterior motives.

But now,

Now, it is entirely a different story.

The collision of your gazes sparks a flame in you.

Has the blue of her eyes always been this dark, you wonder.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

“Captain Unohana, may I please come in?”

Hastily scrambling to your feet upon hearing Isane’s voice has you tripping over your own two feet. Your forthcoming fall is prevented by willowy fingers that latch onto your wrist. One thing leads to another, and before you know it, following a breathless “oomf”, you find yourself seated on the pillowy thighs of your wife.

Seemingly unfazed, she commands, an arm around your waist cradling you close to her chest.

“If it’s nothing important, Isane, I suggest you leave us be. My wife and I are currently in the middle of some important matters that urgently need attending to.”

“U-understood!”

It is beyond your control; your hands finding purchase on her shoulders, even more so the amicable slap that you deliver to her arm.

“Did you really have to phrase it like that?”

“Like what?”

Ah. There is no denying it. From the very first moment you behold this woman, you have fallen irrevocably in love with her.

“Hmm? Care to enlighten me?”

You do not. Care to enlighten her that is, for your lips have found hers, sampling her smile to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. You have taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit, and there is no going back, although when you feel no reciprocation from her part, you pull back with a heavy heart.

The look on her face is indecipherable; she has always been difficult to read. Completely at a loss, you are tempted to blurt out that it has been a momentary lapse of judgement even though you know very well that it is anything but. The loudness of your rampaging thoughts is instantly lulled as soon as her lips seize yours, the fervent collision prompted by the hand that is holding you at the peak of your nape while wandering digits curl deliciously into your hair.

Likewise, greatly galvanised by the ravenous mouth that is feasting upon your lips, your fingers wander beneath her braid, and further still beneath the lapels of her uniform. It is as you are ghosting along the jut of her collarbones that your fingertips feel a patch of uneven skin just below the dip in her throat. As if electrocuted, she jolts, subsequently discarding you in the process of rising to her feet.

“You should leave.”

Leave? Leave where?

After all, this has become as much your home as it has been hers.

“Hana, I- did I do something wrong?”

“You should leave.”

Ah. Never have you thought that you will find yourself at the receiving end of the generous Captain’s genuine irritation.

As the last vestiges of warmth is entirely replaced by the chill of her stare, you decide that you will smile. You will smile for the both of you, as wide and as big as you can, a farewell to what could have been.

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

Delivering your utterances in the cheeriest voice that you can muster, you smile at her. You smile so broad that the uncomfortable stretch of your lips hurt your face.

But as soon as the door to her chamber closes with a thud behind your back, the first droplet of tear begins to fall.

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In a wicked twist of fate, you fall into the hands of malicious men who have all the intentions of maiming you beyond repair. It is drizzling, a night befitting your mood, as the cold droplets mingle with your warm tears.

There are hands, hands everywhere, tearing your clothes haphazardly off your body, hitting you when you struggle; your foot has caught one of your assailants in the crotch, and his payback comes in the form of kicks to your ribcage. Blood is leaking out of your nose from being brutally backhanded across your cheek. It forces you into a daze.

A whore. A wench. A witch.

Awful names have been called.

Four versus one; you are helpless against them. Your suffering is their satisfaction, but a rag doll in their heartless hands, as they manhandle you with a single minded purpose of ravishing you.

You feel hands on your thighs that are manipulating your body as they see fit.

You hear the rustles of fabric, frantic and foreboding.

In the face of danger, it is her face that you picture.

And then, you hear screams.

Alas, the raindrops are red, eerily reminiscent of blood.

Hands are retreating. Feet are scrambling.

And suddenly, you are alone.

With much difficulty, you sit up. When you bring your palm up to your face for examination, you find blood. Your eyes follow the scarlet trail on the ground only to be greeted by the lifeless eyes of the man who has kicked you with wild abandon. His body lies a few steps away from his head. Scattered messily across the ground are his companions, and mixed within them are parts of their bodies; a leg here, an arm there. In the middle of it all stands she, holding her blade with a head impaled on it like a grotesque skewer.

Ah. So, this. This is your Hana in her purest form, who has butchered them in cold blood as though they are mere cattle.

Such empty eyes. How merciless. How magnificent. You are not so much surprised as mesmerised. Such macabre display should scare you except that she has killed in order to save, and if nothing else, you feel cherished, you feel protected.

Sore all over as you are, you attempt to stand, immediately shaking on your legs like a newborn fawn.

“Hana.”

It is but a feeble croak that manages to bring her eyes to you all the same. In an instant, she is by your side.

Her hair is unusually undone, and it leaves the scar in the middle of her chest exposed. Surprise colours your features when her sword is unceremoniously dropped to the ground in order for her to slip free of her Captain Uniform. The white cloth is then gingerly draped over your frame which is as good as bare. Your clothes are in tatters, tears and bruises marring your features, and for once, she seems to be at a loss for words.

Although her mien betrays nothing, behind those unfeeling eyes, you can practically see the cogs turning in her head. While she appears to be in a dilemma, you take the initiative to approach her, fingers gripping the dark fabric of her Shinigami uniform white-knuckled tight.

Your forehead collapses onto her shoulder before you whisper against the hummingbird flutter of her pulse.

“Hold me, Hana. I need you to hold me, please.”

And hold you, she does. Oh, how she does, as you weep and weep and weep until with the drying of your tears, your consciousness, too, fades.

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“Whatever you do after the wedding is no concern of mine. Didn’t you say it so yourself?”

“Only because I thought she’ll be trea-”

“Whatever you do after the wedding is no concern of mine. Didn’t you say it so yourself?”

“Please. Please, spare me. I beg of you. Please.” The man before Unohana grovels at her feet. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.”

“Whatever I want?”

A series of frantic nods ensue. She cannot care less if he looks a crying mess. His state of dress: posh and pristine, his state of being: without a nick, only reminds her all the more of you, bloody and bruised, and her blood boils. Oh, how her blood boils!

“What I want is your head!”

“What I want is your heart!”

“What I want is you sliced in half!”

Looming over the cowering excuse of a man, she sinks her sword into his chest, inch after inch of blood-drenched blade penetrating his flesh.

“Well? Do you think you can give me what I want?”

“Please. I- I’m sorry. Have- have mercy.”

“Mercy, you say?” The moonless night echoes with a maniacal laughter, dark and haunting. “How laughable!”

“No matter, you will die at my hands. And you will die tonight. My bloodlust will not be sated unless you die. So, die you will whether you like it or not.”

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“I received a letter this morning.” You speak into her chest as you lie cocooned in her arms. “Father has passed.”

“Does it upset you?”

A fervent shake of your head should suffice for an answer. Still, you voice your reason.

“He may have been my mother’s devoted husband but he was never my father.”

Silence reigns. Her fingers trace patterns on the small of your back while your face nuzzles the little notch of her throat.

“Thank you, Hana, for being my sunshine after the rain.”

In a show of sincerity, you press a delicate kiss to the scar beneath your lips. When your face is brought out of its safe little cocoon, it is only so that she can take a bite out of the sweet, succulent fruit. She conquers your lips in the same way she has conquered your heart, and all too happily, you let her consume you. Body, mind and soul.

By these hands that are no stranger to bloodshed, you have been healed. In more ways than one.

In these arms that are capable of destruction, you have found solace.

A healer or a killer, Retsu or Yachiru, she is your beloved wife all the same, and you intend to cherish her for all that she is.

In sickness and in health.

In good time and in bad.

In perpetuity. In tandem.

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[isalisewrites]

Summer after the traumatic end of the Triwizard Tournament, instead of Harry Potter getting visions of the latest evil plot from the Dark Lord, it is Voldemort who gets visions of The-Boy-Who-Lived’s childhood.

And they’re not pleasant.

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When Newt accepted to become one of Harry Potter's secret guard as a favor to Albus Dumbledore, he hadn't anticipated being faced with a choice concerning the welfare and safety of a child: obey Albus Dumbledore's orders or stay at Voldemort's side to protect Harry.

Though difficult, the right choice was clear.

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TEN EXCERPT:

“Tom.”

The man flinched and whirled around, glaring at Newt. “Do not—” Tom hissed, his chest heaving furiously, “—do not call me by that name.”

“I just wanted to reassure you.”

“What?” snapped Tom. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s clear that Harry trusts you,” said Newt softly. “In spite of who you are and what you’ve personally done to him. And I… I don’t think I could bear taking him away from you. You don’t have to worry about me trying to take him. I promise you.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

Newt smiled. “The way he looked at you, as if worried you were going to leave him. He trusts you more than he trusts me.”

A strange flicker of emotion crossed Tom’s features. He nodded sharply before turning away and striding out of the room. The door shut behind him, leaving Newt alone with the sleeping Harry.

Hewitt peeked out from his suit pocket and chirped.

“He’s an interesting one, Hewitt,” whispered Newt. “I’ll give him that. He’s not anything I thought he’d be, him being a Dark Lord. He’s nothing like Grindelwald, thank Paracelsus. He was always so quiet about his arrogance. Never liked the man. Not sure what Albus ever saw in him… Tom, on the other hand, is more posturing about his arrogance.”

Hewitt chirped up at him and Newt smiled.

“Yes, I must agree. I rather like that about him, too. It’s adorably charming.”

There was another chirp.

“Pardon you, but just because I have eyes, that does not mean a thing.”

Another chirp.

“Well, now that was just rude.”

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Voldemort strode into the sitting room, dropping his glamor and assuming his more monstrous visage. He shut the door and began to pace the room for a moment, his thoughts in a whirl. Nagini lifted her head from her spot by the fireplace, tongue flicking out.

“You’ve brought others home.”

“I did and they’re not to be disturbed.”

Nagini tasted the air once more. “You brought home a child and a man. Have you picked a mate, then?”

Voldemort spluttered. “I have not! What are you on about, Nagini?”

“You bring home a child and a man. One can only assume you’ve picked a mate and mated with him. Though, I thought humans took longer to have clutches—”

“I saved the boy!” snapped Voldemort, aghast at the heat that was rising in his face. “Assume nothing.”

“Oh! The hurt little one you dreamed of? He’s here?” Nagini uncurled herself and wiggled excitedly. “I want to see the hurt hatchling. I will teach him to hunt, and I will cuddle with him for heat, and I will care for the hatching like one from my own clutch.”

“Later, Nagini,” said Voldemort, his tone dropping with fondness, pleased with how eager his familiar was to get to know the boy. “He’s sleeping. He… He had a rough night. He needs to sleep.”

“The humans were cruel to him again?”

Voldemort nodded. “Very cruel.”

“You will heal him and treat him well? Treat him like he’s one from your own clutch?”

Voldemort’s mouth went dry. He swallowed. “I will never hurt him again. He is safe here.”

“I will eat his humans, if he’d like.”

“It’s certainly an option,” said Voldemort darkly. “And, Nagini, do not speak a word about mates ever again.”

“Master, there is a time to mate and your time is quickly passing.”

He summoned Severus due to the sheer desperation to end this painful conversation.

[midnightstar-90]

Roles

Jake Sully x Daughter! Reader

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Summary: Reader is training to be a warrior for the Omaticaya clan, but feels that her father is holding her back.

Warnings: Slight Angst

A/N: My first Avatar fanfic is out! Do you guys like it?

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Neytiri and Tuk were walking around the village when a familiar figure ran past them and into their families tent. Neytiri turned to look at the place where the figure came from and there she saw her mate following behind. Neytiri took a deep breath knowing it had something to do with their eldest daughter.

She watched as Jake entered their tent. Neytiri turned back around and knelt down to her youngest’ height. “Tuk, go find Kiri and stay with her. I will come get you when I’m done,” Neytiri ordered her daughter. Tuk let out a “yes, mother” before running off to her grandmother’s hut, where she knew Kiri would be. Walking up to the tent, she began to hear the conversation between the two.

“What’s wrong?” She heard Jake ask. Neytiri quietly entered the tent and stood next to the entrance. She watched as Jake slowly began approaching Y/N. Her back was turned away from Jake and Neytiri, but both of them knew that it wasn’t a smile on her face.

“You! You’re what’s wrong!” Y/N yelled as she angrily turned towards her father. Jake looked at her with a hard face, but his eyes glistened with sadness. “You promised that you would teach me to be a warrior. A warrior like Neyteyum. Like Lo’ak… Like you,” She said, lowering her voice when she said that last part.

Y/N looked down, not wanting to look her father in the eyes. “Instead, you treat me like a little girl. I’m not that little anymore, Dad. You have to know that.” Y/N’s voice cracked as tears began to roll down her face.

“Hey,” Jake said, gently moving her head to face him. “You will always be my little girl. But what you need to know is that my job as a leader and father is to make sure that everyone is safe whether it be here or out there,” He says, pointing towards the tent entrance. His eyes never once left his daughter, and neither of them still had yet to notice Neytiri standing where Jake was pointing.

It was now Y/N’s turn to speak. “So, why don’t you train me like Neyteyum or Lo’ak? Why do you hover only over me when our only task is to shoot an arrow at a target?”

Jake sighs. He knew none of his kids would understand why he does the things he does until they were older, but trying to explain it is hard. They don’t know the feeling of losing a child, whether it be growing up or death. It’s not something you can explain, but something you have to experience.

“Do you remember when you were little and you saw Neyteyum, Lo’ak, and I fishing?” Y/N nodded, allowing her father to continue without speaking. “You begged me- like on your hands and knees- begged me to let you join… So, I did. I handed you a bow, and I showed you how to catch a fish, just like I did the boys. And when I saw that little dance you did when you caught your first fish, I knew you would be a warrior one day.” Now, it was Jake’s turn to start crying. “Seeing you so happy made me happy, but it also brought me sadness.”

“Why? If everyone was happy, why were you sad?” Y/N asked, confused.

Jake placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “Because you were growing up. And you still are. Seeing you out there out-shooting the boys brought me joy to watch my daughter be the best, but it brought back that feeling. That feeling that you were growing up, and there was nothing I could do. So, all I can do is hold you close until it’s time to let go, because one day you won’t be shooting at archery targets. You will be out there, and danger will come, and I’m not prepared for that.”

Y/N’s sobs became vocally clear as she pulled her father into a hug. Her face rested in the crook of his neck as tears streamed down her face. “Oel ngati kameie, dad,” she spoke softly into his neck.

“I see you too, Babygirl,” Jake said before pulling me out of the hug. He stared down at his daughter as more tears left his eyes. “And I don’t mean to hover, I just want you to be safe.”

“And I will be, dad. But I can’t always have my father. There needs to be a line where I need my father and where I need Toruk Makto,” Y/N said with a soft smile.

Jake nodded, smiling down at his daughter. “I understand. And if you feel I’m being too pushy, just let me know,” he ordered the girl. She nodded before the two were back in their hug. And with that, Neytiri quietly snuck out the tent. She stayed next to the entrance, but chose to remain out of sight.

“So, would you like to keep training?” Jake asked.

“Is it okay if we take a day off? I want to go down to the lake,” Neytiri heard the girl say as the two walked out of the tent. Jake’s arm rested across Y/N’s shoulders.

“Of course, babygirl,” Jake replied, kissing the girl on her head. They let go of each other and they began to part ways. “Hey! No boys!” he yelled out, earning an exaggerated “Dad,” from Y/N as she pretended to be annoyed. Neytiri heard a soft chuckle from her mate, which made her look down with a joyful smile. A happy tear ran down her cheek as she watched the two leave her sight, and then began to make her way to her other daughters.

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[enigmatist17]

Fox is on my brain again, my lovely little Courscant Commander <3

Sort of a follow-up to this

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He'd never held a lightsaber before, the weapon just a dead weight in his hand. He wasn't really sure what to expect from the thing, but knows far too well how easily it could slice through a being like butter, so he holds it like glass.

The body still in front of him was proof of that, milky eyes staring unseeing out the window at a city he no longer controlled. Those same eyes always watched, in a way that haunted Fox in his dreams the few hours he slept. Not anymore.

"Fox?" It takes the commander a moment to recognize he's being spoken to, and looks up to see Cody in front of him. "Fives is here, if you want to see him?"

"...right." The lightsaber is still in his hands as Fox follows Cody out of that wretched office, his men milling around further down the expansive hallway and whispering to each other. They stand at attention when Fox emerges, but he just shakes his head. "At ease."

"Sir, we found him, a little injured but he's alive." The tension that fell from Fox's shoulders could crush a lesser man, and he just claps each of them on the shoulder before going to follow Cody to Senator Amidala's office. He can hear Fives before he sees him, the man hysterical as he clings to Rex like he's the only solid thing in the world, a medical bot trying and failing to treat the man.

"Out, we'll handle it," Fox ordered the bot, and Rex gives him a grateful look once the clones are in the room alone. Cody all but teleports to Fives' side when they're alone, and Fives latches onto him like an upset child who's missed their parents. "Are you okay?"

"I am now." Fives looks exhausted and terrified, clearly wondering if he was truly safe now. "I-I have to tell you what I know!"

"We know..." Fox knelt down in front of the trio, and the lightsaber is placed on the ground. "Tell me, us, I need to know why Palpatine wanted you dead."

So he does, speaking of Tups' horrible death, the Kaminoians, and their desire to keep it from public knowledge, of trying so hard to let someone, anyone know. He's fighting through tears at the end, figuring he would have been killed when Fox's men came for him, and the relief when he's taken and protected instead. In the end, he finally goes silent, and Fox has to control his breathing as he slowly rises to his feet.

"You're safe now, I promise."

He doesn't even realize the lightsaber, which had been on the floor a moment ago, is somehow in his hand as he storms out the door.

[theangelsheardyou]

DILF SKK IM SORRY

Also headcanons bc I'm so normal about them

Dazai

Janky old broke hobo spiderman energy

When I say broke I mean BROKE

Will swindle his way into getting money

Absolute SLUT will sleep with someone just to have a place to stay the night

Not exactly homeless, he's more like a roach. Just kinda scatters anywhere and stays somewhere he finds comfortable even if he's not welcome (cough cough chuuyas apartment)

Giving frank Gallagher energy but if he actually tried to be a good dad (source: shameless)

Oh did I mention he's a dad

YESSSIRR HES GOT A DAUGHTER BC GIRL DAD DAZAI CANON

His daughter is actually kinda embarrassed of him

She's def the one who worries about him the most

Lives with her mom, who is one of dazais old one night stands (IT SHOULDVE BEEN ME FR)

Her mom couldn't give two shits about this man even if she tried

His daughter doesn't want to be anything like him

She inherited his intelligence tho, just not his irresponsibility

Dazai doesn't live with them, he and the mother aren't dating but they're not friends either, she just kinda accepted that he's this cockroach in her life and her daughter is a nice piece of leftover trash he can't get enough of

Don't get me wrong, dazai LOVES his little girl

Absolutely adores her

She's usually just annoyed by him

He finds it cute when she yells at him cause it reminds him of when she would throw tantrums as a toddler

But she does genuinely love her dad more than anything

It's just hard for her to show it

She's not particularly close with her mom either since she's kind of a cruel and bitter woman

Still not over how dazai treated her

He's not perfect, but he tries

Chuuya

This man is like the complete opposite of dazai

He's a single father who wouldn't leave his daughter alone for a second

Unlike dazai chuuya fell genuinely in love with a woman but she died during childbirth

At first he was angry that his wife was taken away but one look at this little girl in his arms and all the pain and anger washed away

He promised her he would give her the world no matter what

He's absolutely the best father you could ever ask for

His daughters spoiled spoiled SPOILED

Nothing but the best for his little girl🥺

And unlike dazai bro is LOADED so yeah she pretty much gets anything she wants with a snap of her fingers

But she's not a brat tho (at least, not when she's older)

She takes after chuuya in her need to be useful and independent

She's actually way more calm than he is, but she does have a little of his demeanor

Anyway enough abt her since I'm very early into the development of this au and Idk much about how I want the kids to be yet

Chuuya does bulk up as years go by cause ain't no way this child having a TWINK for a father🙄

He does also get a teensy bit taller bc I wanna throw this dog a bone, man

"I'm still growing" You know what?? Yeah you are buddy keep believing in urself😊

Still in the mafia, but since having a kid he's withdrawn a lot more from this life

He's not the type to try to get a higher position for his kid since he knows that the more involved he is with the Port Mafia, the more danger he and his family is in

Only a few in the Port Mafia actually know he's got a kid

For a while they tried to keep it a secret from mori not knowing what he'd do

Also do not leave his young daughter alone with this man

WEVE SEEN YOSANOS BACKSTORY GOODBYE

Chuuya is a lot less violent than he was in his 20s

Having a kid really softened him up

Now when he's on a mission, he doesn't kill anyone unless he was ordered to

He can see the fear in his enemy's eyes and all he can think of are their kids and what would happen to them

So unless he absolutely has to, he won't kill anyone

His job is also a secret from his daughter

He doesn't want her involved in any way whatsoever

He wants her to find her own path, to be her own person, and most of all, to be safe and happy

Wasn't gonna do this part but

SOUKOKU

Dazai and chuuya do get back together in this au

After the unofficial breakup they did have a couple nights together but after a while they drifted apart, chuuya finding a wife and family, and dazai slowly spiraling deeper and deeper into his own mess

Their lives are intertwined again upon an incident where their kids are in danger

That's when they pull a spy x family and secretly defeat the enemy without their daughters knowing about it

It was supposed to be a one time thing, after this they're back to their normal lives

But unfortunately their girls became quite good friends, so they had to keep seeing each other

They went from hanging out with their kids in a daddy-daughter tea party to absolutely destroying each other in the bedroom

Ok that's all I genuinely wanna develop this au so ask me anything! I'd love to answer ur questions!!!

[tales-of-wocdes]

I should have been more specific with that ask:

So basically the mutation works like a void MC's mutated hands have grown black up to their elbow and can absorb evil magic and curse which they store in their arms which they then brutally rip off or chop off and grow back, MC can pretty much sell their severed arms for alot of money.

So how would the Acient react if someone attacked them with a spell that corrupts their magic and MC pays them back for saving their life by absorbing it and chopping of their own arm and watch it grow back.

No problem :D I am having fun here with these asks!

Hmm, interesting :D I do sort of like this idea.

Someone corrupting the Ancient is a BIG if, and quite complicated with this particular Ancient (he might have all sorts of stuff floating about in his essence already). But if we for simplicity assume that something manages it, and the MC can indeed absorb unlimited amounts of mana (i.e. MC does not pop like a balloon from trying to help the Ancient).

Let's also assume that the attacker either dies during the act or runs away after the act as MC absorbs the magic from the Ancient. If not, then add fighting the attacker as step 2 bellow.

First the Ancient would check on MC, they like children (hence you know, saving enough children that stories started spreading) and would therefore prioritize that. Regeneration is rare, but no unheard of so the Ancient is not bothered by that. Neither is he the squeamish type, quite the opposite. He is Ancient after all so a dismemberment or two is not a big deal, even a child casually doing it. This is all about checking on MC, and their physical and mental state to make sure the child is fine.

Second: After deeming MC to be "fine" or as close as possible, a thank you is in order to MC. Maybe a promise of some tasty treats. The Ancient also asks MC to not employ this ability unless absolutely needed for now.

Third: The Ancient would investigate the husks that MC tore off. Since they likely contain massive amounts of mana, the ancient would take the hands with him. He is not paying MC for them, maybe in some treats, since...

Fourth: MC is still going to the orphanage, but the Ancient would either stay with MC themselves or have another Ancient come to MC if they could not stay. This is to test the level of MC's abilities, and perhaps help them understand the abilities. Also explain to Custodians and Protectors. MC needs to be assigned extra protection since they are now quite a money mine if someone finds out.

Fifth: Development of some sort of suppressor for MC abilities if MC cannot control it. MC is getting some regular training from the Ancient to help with this ability but if MC is lacking control, then a suppressor of some kind is ideal since absorbing all the magic MC touches, would be inconvenient. Assuming such a suppressor can be made.

The Ancient wants MC to have a childhood no matter what.

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Hope this answers the question :D