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surielstea · 4 months ago

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Comfort by Candlelight

Based on this request.

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lucien comforts Reader during her torturous cycle.

Warnings: Mentions of menstrual periods | descriptions of throwing up | heart wrenching fluff (I need this man badly)

2.5k words.

The ache in my body came in relentless waves, crashing harder into me after the last. I'd barely made it into my room before collapsing onto my bed, curling into a ball and burrowing into the cold pillows, seeking reprieve from the sharp twists in my abdomen as I tucked my legs to my chest and let out pitiful, quiet sniffles.

The knock on the door makes me groan, half of me wishes whoever it was would just go away. Of course, the door creaked open and I was met with a concerned-faced Lucien taking up the doorway with a steaming mug in his hands.

He paced to my bedside, setting the hot tea down on my nightstand. "I made your favorite blend— it's not as good as your brew but, I tried." He mumbles and I smile softly at my mate. His amber eye looks me over, his brows creasing as his concern grows for me.

"Also—" He fishes a small vial from his breast pocket, the clear liquid inside already making me grimace. His eyes softened at my reaction to the pain tonic. "I know you hate the taste but it'll take the edge off." He reassures, placing the vial beside my steaming tea. "So let's sit you up and you can wash it down with some tea yeah?" He says, standing upright and peering down at me.

Slowly, I nod and he moves to help guide me up, putting a pillow behind me as I lean back against the headboard. "Alright?" He asks cautiously and I nod again.

"You don't have to baby me, you know," I remark as he hands me the vial after unscrewing its cap.

"I know I don't have to," He says, grabbing my tea, keeping it warm with the fire at his fingertips. "But I want to." His gaze doesn't falter as he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Now drink, and then you can have the tea." He croons, keeping my mug captive.

I huff a sigh as I bring the vial up to my lips, trying not to breathe in as I downed the oddly thick, syrupy medicine. I groan as I swallow it down and he was quick to bring the rim of the mug to my lips. I drank deeply, the perfectly tempered beverage spreading warmth throughout my entire body. I hum delightfully and take another sip, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Good?" He asks tentatively and I nod, pulling the drink away.

"You might have to start making my tea all the time," I chirp as if it were a warning. He smiles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of my head.

"Fine by me, just say the word and I'll do anything to make you feel better alright?" He murmurs into my hair, his calloused hand cupping my cheek gently.

He pulls away and I look up at him, tears brimming my eyes. His brows crease. "No, no baby what's wrong?" His hand on my cheek moves along my jaw, wiping the invisible tears beneath my eyes. "Nothing— you're just, so kind to me," I sniffle. He knew full well I was only acting like this because of the imbalance and swing of my hormones but it was still endearing to see me so torn up about his affection. "I don't deserve this," I murmur and his smile shifts into a frown, that, that he had a problem with.

"No." He said sternly. "No, my love you deserve everything good that there is." He reassures. "Now I'm going to draw you a bath, you stay here alright?" He said and I nodded, still sniffing.

Only a minute later he was returning to my side and guiding me into his arms, carrying me bridal style into our bathing chambers. He gave me the dignity of undressing myself while he poured my favorite oils and salts into the bath, stirring it with his hand, simultaneously warming it with the fire in his veins.

Once I was bare he guided me into the warm water, my muscles immediately soothing over at the change of temperature. I let out a soft sigh as I relaxed into the tub, leaning back and allowing the heat of the water to sink into my very bones.

"Are you trying to make me love you more?" I ask through a groan as he moves to lather an expensive-smelling soap along my bare skin.

"Is it working?" He asks with a sly tone, and there was that bantering, foxlike Lucien I loved.

"Maybe, keep going, and then I'll decide," I murmur, leaning into his touch, the familiar sensation of his rough, large hands being so delicate with me. "You know, I could get used to all this pampering," I add, voicing my every thought without any hesitation.

"Mm, good. I'm not going anywhere." He says as he finishes up washing me, not missing an inch.

I craned my neck back to look at him, peeking one eye open and finding his button-up white shirt rolled up at the forearms, but still damp at the edges nonetheless, yet he stared at me like he had no intention of changing until I was asleep.

"Go change, I want to soak for a few more minutes," I shoo him away, waving a dismissive hand.

"I'll be back to dry you off," He says, his tone falling back into that comforting, warm voice.

He shuffles out of the room, leaving the door cracked in case I need to call for him. I released a soft sigh, closed my eyes, and relaxed into the bath. Wincing slightly as a wave of pain shoots up my side. The pain tonic should kick in soon, and then hopefully I'll be able to sleep.

I rub at my eyes, exhaustion from my own body being at war with itself weighing on me with ceaseless pain. If the pain wasn't so intense I think I'd just sleep through the rest of the week.

Lucien came back in, as quiet as a cat on his feet, now changed and styled in only a pair of pajama pants. I admired the view of his bare torso in the candlelight— when I noticed the stack of clothes in his hands, as well as a towel draped over his broad, bare shoulder and a stack of more feminine products in his other hand.

"You want to dress yourself or do you need my help?" He asks as he places everything on the counter. I cringe slightly at the idea of him watching me secure my pad in my undergarments.

"I'll do it," I utter, standing from the tub and he rushes over to hand me the towel.

"Okay, I'll be just outside," He whispers, silently communicating that he didn't care what I asked him to do, and only wanted to help. I nod and take the towel from him, beginning to dry off as he leaves the bathing chamber yet again.

I move to where he had placed my clothes, noticing he had somehow selected my softest nightgown. I smiled and slipped the silky dress over my head, then put on a fresh pair of lined underwear. Once I was done I let my hair down and nearly laughed at the image of myself in the mirror. I looked horrendous, utterly terrifying. I combed my hands through my hair, attempting to create some semblance of being put together.

All the movement was beginning to make me queasy. My breath hitched as nausea began working its way up my stomach. I gripped the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath and hoping it'd fade but my body refused to lose this fight— and suddenly I was rushing towards the toilet with bile rising in my throat.

I hurled, the feeling burning my throat as tears sprang to my eyes. I didn't even hear the door open, or the rushed footsteps before Lucien's warm hand was guiding my hair away from my face and his other was rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I whimpered once the worst of it was over, my body aching as I gasped for air, wiping at my mouth and sniveling.

"I'm disgusting." I huff. "Why aren't you running for the hills by now?" I murmur, looking at my mate lazily.

"I've seen worse. Trust me, this doesn't crack the top thousand." He reassured and I let out a breathless laugh.

"Top thousand, hm? You must've led a very interesting life before you met me." I drawl, my voice weak due to the rawness of my throat.

"I don't remember much of a life before I met you." He said cheekily and I rolled my eyes.

"How can you tell me that when I've just puked half my lunch up?" I scowl.

"Because you're beautiful." He replies without missing a beat.

"Liar." I retort.

"Maybe, but it hasn't stopped me from sharing has it?" His smirk deepens.

"Pervert." I huff.

"I prefer 'Devoted Mate', but whatever you say." He continues and I frown at his insistence on being the best male I have ever met.

"I'm going to bite your face off," I warn, deciding my nausea was done wreaking havoc on my body and stumbling to my feet— which Lucien had guided me to.

"As long as you're not biting any other parts off, we're doing just fine." He jokes as I walk over to the sink, cupping my hands beneath the cool water and rinsing my mouth thoroughly.

"Careful," I cautioned while wiping my mouth. "Or I might reconsider." I smile, wrapping an arm around his bare torso and leaning on him for support as he takes us back over to the bed.

I flopped down onto the warm mattress, curling into the excessive amount of decorative pillows that I was too exhausted to throw off the side of the bed. "Oh, love," Lucien tuts, guiding me to readjust into a more comfortable position, then taking the time to remove the useless pillows from the bed. "Better?" He asks as he sits on the edge of the mattress, helping me pull the blankets higher up my body.

I nod softly. "Much better," I murmur and he smiles, his eyes flicking over to the spot he usually slept in.

"Do you want your own space tonight? I can sleep on the couch— or even the floor if you want me to." He offered after a moment of silence.

I nearly laughed. "I don't want you anywhere but right next to me," I say with a shake of my head and his shoulders slumped in relief.

"Oh good, I really did not want to sleep on the floor," He sighed while slipping into his side of the bed. I giggle, the sound turning into a groan as a piercing pain twists in my abdomen. The corners of his lips tug downward at my clear discomfort. The tonic should've begun working by now, but something told me I hurled that back up only moments ago.

"I wish there was more I could do for you." My mate said with a reassuring kiss to my temple while gathering me into his arms, pulling me into his chest, and encasing me in the scent of a crackling fire and sandalwood, the smell reminding me of being wrapped in a well wore leather coat on a crisp autumn morning.

"There is one thing you could do," I suggest slowly and he looked at me curiously, and even in the dim light I could see the devotion in his eye— the willingness to do anything I asked, silently pleading with me to just say the word.

I reach around to grab his hand that was resting on my ribs. I brought it around, guiding his palm and long fingers to cup over my lower stomach. "Mmkay, now warm it up," I mumble, his brows crease in confusion but he does as I say— and his hand feels like the first rays of the sun after a long winter.

I smile as my sharp pains ebb away from the heat, my muscles relaxing under his loving touch. "Am I just your personal heater?" He asks in a quiet voice, rubbing his thumb over the area of bare skin.

"A damned good one at that," I murmur while burrowing into his neck, craving the warmth there too. I kiss his bare collarbone, delighting in the sensation of his heated skin beneath my fingertips.

He pressed kisses to my hairline, so subtle I wouldn't have felt it if he were anyone else— but Lucien's kisses were different like each one was a piece of himself he was offering to me, heavy with the weight of his love. I pulled back from his shoulder to look up at him curiously.

"Thank you, Lucien," I whispered, my lips ghosting over his.

"Don't thank me." He shakes his head, his nose grazing mine slightly at the action. "Don't you ever thank me." He leaned closer, closing the distance between us. I melted into the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand on my abdomen growing slightly hotter as he got lost in my lips. I hum in amusement, pulling back and for a second I thought he might chase me back onto his mouth, but he remained still, staring at me with only reverence.

"I love you," I profess quietly, my hand coming up to cup his jaw, my thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "So much," I add, leaning in once more, chastely peppering kisses over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, where sun-kissed, freckled skin was.

He smiles beneath my soft kisses, his eyes shimmering with warmth and affection. "I love you too, more than words can ever express," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. The sincerity in his gaze makes my heart swell, the ache in my body momentarily forgotten in the presence of his love.

As I pull back, I rest my forehead against his, letting the moment linger. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us cocooned in our little sanctuary. "You're so good to me," I whisper, brushing my fingers through his tousled hair. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," He retorts, guiding my head back into the crook of his neck. “Rest now, you need it.” His hand soothed through my hair, detangling the ends silently, the quiet intimacy of it all making my stomach twist— this time, in a good way, similar to butterflies soaring.

“Goodnight Lu,” I murmur into his warm skin, pressing one last kiss to his neck. He didn’t reply, just continued to stroke my hair as I succumbed to the warmth of his affection, the darkness of night slowly wrapping around me— and he was the flickering candlelight that lulled me to sleep, my body finally finding rest as I meet a peaceful slumber.

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iliketangerines · 8 months ago

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Baraka. Baraka in severe heat. Baraka and the reader going at it like rabbits. Baraka biting. Biting. Baraka getting full nelson crazy.

That’s it. Just Baraka being an absolute monster in the sheets.

thirst for you

a/n: you ain't a monster fucker if you don't fw baraka

pairing: baraka x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), nipple play, overstimulation, full nelson, biting kink, slight blood

you’re an Earthrealmer that had stayed behind in Outworld after Shang Tsung had tried to take over the realms, intent on exploring Outworld and providing aid to those in need

specifically, as an Earthrealmer with healing prowess magically and medicinally, you offered your services to help those with Tarkat

Mileena had agreed almost immediately, needing a cure for her own Tarkat and to help the Tarkatan colonies even further

you’re quick and efficient, finding out that Earthrealmers could not be affected by Tarkat because the cellular processes differed, and so you did a lot of hands-on work with the Tarkatan colonies with finding a cure

more importantly, you always correspond with Baraka, act respectfully, and use much more gentle means than Shang Tsung

right now, you’ve traveled to the camp with a new medicine meant to alleviate the symptoms of Tarkat

it isn’t a cure, but it was better than having to deal with the excruciating pain of the affliction every part of the day

Baraka watches you as you administer the medicine to the camp, carefully prepping their skin for injection and then quickly giving them the shot

there’s a small kid that had somehow survived the first stages of Tarkat, and you pat their head and tell them that they did a wonderful job

you fish something out of your pocket, an Earthrealm candy, and hand it to the child, who beams up at you with a large smile before running off to go back to their home

soon enough, everyone in camp had taken the medicine, and you go up to Baraka with the rest of the medicine and ask if there are any doctors in the camp

he nods and leads to one of the few in camp, and you hand over the rest of the vials of medicine, instructing them on how long to wait for the next shot, when it expires, and etc.

finally, you finish and look up to Baraka, and he nods at you, eying the lowering sun in the distance

he’s not sure if he should ask you to stay for the night, if you would be comfortable, but the woods were much more dangerous when the sun had set

hesitantly, he says that you should stay, that you can travel back to Sun Do tomorrow during the day so that he can escort you when the woods were safer

you glance at the lowering sun, night time already starting fall on the camp, and you agree, asking him where you should sleep

Baraka isn’t sure what comes over him, but he blurts out that you can stay with him, his home in the camp was quite spacey being the leader and all

you look a bit surprised, but then you smile and ask him to lead the way

he nods and starts walking back to his place with you right next to him making small talk, asking how the colony was doing, how Mileena was treating them, and anything else you could possibly think of

Baraka answers, taking his time, and the walk back to him home is quick

it’s a simple house made with mud and brick with one big living space in the middle, and a private space for the restroom but still rather spacious

he enters and gestures for you to sit by the middle fireplace, where he draws his swords and sparks a small light to get the warmth going

you sigh in appreciation and thank him for inviting you into his home, and Baraka says that you’re welcome anything and that you’ve just done so much for the community

you wave him off and say that it was no problem, that this is what you were born for, this is what your magic was useful for and you would fully use that ability

he sighs and still bows to you in respect before heading over to the chests and taking out an extra bedroll for you

handing it over to him, you smile and thank him, unrolling it before you scream

Baraka whips around, swords unsheathing as he looks for a hidden threat, and you look sheepish as he looks at the moths that had flown out of the bedroll, holes littered all throughout the cloth

he clears his throat and resheathes the blades, and he walks over to you to observe the cloth

it’s much too ruined to sleep in now, but it was also his only extra bedroll in his abode

he tells you to sleep in his bedroll in the corner, and you frown at him, telling him that you’ll just sleep by the fire and that this is his home so he should sleep in his own bed

Baraka shakes his head and pushes you gently to his bedroll, and you resist, digging your heels into the dirt

the both of you are at a standstill when you finally ask in a meek voice if he’d like to share the bedroll with you

his face warms, and for once he’s grateful for the teeth as they hide the blush on his face from showing too much

if he shared a bedroll with you, he doesn’t know what might happen

you’re much softer than him, no odd bones or spikes poking out of your skin, and you’re much softer than what Baraka has gotten used to in the past century or so

he clears his throat and says that he shouldn’t, it would not be proper of him, and a small look of disappointment briefly crosses your face before a slight pout appears

you say that you don’t want him to anymore uncomfortable than he has to, especially in his home, and you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes

Baraka lets the gears grind in his head as he hesitates on declining your offer

by the gods, he wants to sleep next to you so badly, to feel your softness and warmth next to him, but at the same time, he doesn’t know if he can resist you if the both of you are in the same bedroll

you say please in a high-pitched whiny voice, and he looks away before sighing and finally relenting to your request

you beam up at him, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him over to the bedroll, and you lean down and pull back the covers

Baraka nearly chokes on his own saliva when you start undressing, taking off your top robes and your pants, leaving you in an undershirt and your underwear

he turns away, pressing his nails into his palm to get himself to calm down, and he waits for the familiar rustle of the blankets before he looks back

you’re buried in the blanket, the length of it engulfing you with its large size, and Baraka has to wave off the lewd thoughts of how he would engulf you as well

clearing his throat, he starts stripping off his robes as well until he’s left in only his pants and underwear, and you can’t keep your eyes off him

your eyes trace the curve of his muscle, the horns sticking out of his skin, and Baraka leans down to get into the bedroll, breaking you out of your trance

you scoot over to make some room for him, but still, the blanket isn’t meant to accommodate two people and so your body smashes right up against his to stay underneath the covers

Baraka tries to stay as still as possible as you squirm and move around to get comfortable, and eventually you settle in close to him, your thigh and arm practically on top of his leg and chest

he tries to keep his breathing shallow to seem as unaffected as possible, and you just snuggle in closer to him, hand moving to rest directly hold onto his shoulder

you’re warm, just as soft as he imagined, and he hopes that you don’t notice how he’s gotten warmer

however, he hears your soft snores soon enough, and he relaxes and tries to get comfortable, focusing his attention away from your fingers holding onto his arm and how your thigh rests atop of yours

staring up at the ceiling, he runs through numbers in his head, repeating small short stories to himself until he feels his eyes droop and his head loll to the side as he falls asleep

the night is dreamless mostly, floating in an empty space that he can rest in, but something pokes and prods at him in his rest

he slowly opens his eyes, blinking away the haziness and freezes as he releases that your head is tucked right underneath his chin

your back is pressed firmly against his chest, and your ass is grinding slowly onto his cock, causing him to just gape down at you as the blood rushes down

Baraka can still hear your snores, the soft sighs of sleep and dreamy breaths, and he can’t move, not with his one hand wrapped around your torso and your hand grabbing onto it like a lifeline

his other arm is underneath your head as well, acting as a secondary pillow for you: he’s fully trapped

you groan in your dream, ass pressing down on him, and he has to let out a slight hiss as his hips buck up instinctively to find more friction

he can feel his fingers twitching, the very base of his core instincts telling him to take you, to fuck you, claim you as his own

Tarkat had brought out the most base instincts in the people it affected, and right now, he was cursing himself for not growing a backbone and declining your offer to sleep in the same bedroll

Baraka tries to take in a deep breath, but unfortunately, now he can smell what you wash your hair with and his cock only grows harder at the scent

he tries to slowly move his arm, but then you whine, holding onto his hand tighter and letting out small pants as you rock your hips backward

you whimper, rubbing your thighs together, and then he hears it, the slight moan of his name

he freezes in his spot, unsure of what to think, but he doesn’t dare to move as you continue to grind down on him in your sleep

his hand twitches, claws digging into your hand, and you whine and whisper out a small what, moving your head to raise it up as you wake up

almost instantaneously, you freeze as you realize the position you’re in, your ass pressed against his cock and your hand grabbing onto his hand like a lifeline

you twitch, almost like you want to get out, but then Baraka holds onto you tighter, not wanting to let you go this time

he hesitates only for a brief moment, but then he asks if you want this, want him, if you’re sure

the gears in your head turn, processing that he held the same feelings for you as you did him, and you turn your head as best as you can to look at him

your lips are parted in surprise, but then you agree with a slight nod of your head

Baraka can’t help it as he moves his hands from under you to hold onto you as he turns onto his back and sits up

you yelp at the sudden movement, your back still pressed against his firm chest, and his hands move to squeeze your chest, pinching at your nipples through your thin undershirt

a small whine escapes from your lips, and you grind your hips down on him as you gasp and moan while he teases your chest

his teeth come down to nip at your skin, leaving the sharp imprint of them in your soft flesh, and he groans at the sight of them

by the gods, he wants to bite you, bite you and draw blood to show everyone that you were his and only his

you continue to whine as he squeezes your chest, and leaning your head back on his shoulder, you beg him to bite you, please, fuck, you need him to bite you

Baraka nearly goes feral at the your begging, and he wastes no time in completing your task for him, sinking his teeth into your flesh just enough to draw blood and show that he was there, that you were his

your body trembles in his arms as he leaves small bites all along you, and your whines are long and loud as you grind into him

one of his hands come down from your chest to move down your panties, and he shreds them with his claws, making you let out a gasp at the show of brute strength

his fingers slide through your folds, and he can feel how wet you are, how your pussy drools with want, and how badly you need him

he brings his fingers up to rub circles into your swollen clit, and you whine at the sensation, trying to grind your hips into his fingers

the sounds you’re making are driving him insane, and he’s slowly losing every bit on his sanity as he continues to rub your clit and listen to you whimper

it’s addicting, like the sweetest music he’s ever heard, and Baraka groans as your ass grinds back into his hard cock

he needs you to cum on his fingers first, to make sure you’re properly wet and relaxed for him, and his fingers speed up, pressing roughly into your clit

you gasp out his name, squirming in his grip and hips bucking forward into his hand to try and get closer and closer

your thighs twitch close as you whine, but he keeps moving his fingers against your sensitive clit, bringing you to your high

you keen loudly and mewl pathetically as you ride out your high on his fingers, head lolling to the side and baring your neck to him

he moves his hand from your chest to pull at the drawstrings of his pants, letting them come loose around his hips

then, he moves both of his hands to wrap underneath your thighs, and you whine and complaint at the loss of pleasure

Baraka ignores your whimpers, standing up in his position, and his pants fall around to his ankles, letting his cock slap against your pussy

you whimper and squirm in his arms, desperate to have him fuck you, and you plead with him in that sweet voice of yours, begging him to please please please fuck you

Baraka pants, nipping at your neck with those sharp teeth of his, and he slowly lines himself up, only thrusting in the tip

you let out a strangled sound, pussy clenching down on the tip of his thick cock, and you make a feeble attempt to squirm and sink down fully onto his length and find that you can’t move in Baraka’s ironclad hold

he moves you up and down, arms flexing with the effort as he sinks you lower and lower onto his cock, and you close your eyes and scrunch your face up in pleasure

with every move of you down on his cock, he hits places you didn’t even know existed and soon enough he’s bottomed out

you tremble in his arms, and Baraka is holding onto only a fraying thread of control as he tries to let you adjust, panting into your ear as he lets the pleasure envelop him

your pussy clenches around him, and you let out a weak please

the thread of his sanity breaks, and he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time

you can only whimper and gasp as he uses you as a toy for his own pleasure, grunting into your ear and saying that you were doing so well for him

the sound of your wet pussy fills the air and drools onto the floor of his abode

but Baraka can’t care, not with your tight cunt wrapped around him so perfectly and sucking him in deeper and deeper

he groans that you’re doing so well for him, such a tight and wet pussy all for him, so soft and pliant underneath his fingertips

you can only moan in agreement, clenching down on him as you cum on his cock this time

Baraka moans out your name at the feeling, hips starting to grow unsteady in their pace as he feels himself reaching his own high

he needs you to come one more time, one more time on his cock, he needs to feel you cum as he cums in you

his grip on your thighs grows tighter as he spreads your legs even farther, and your head lolls back as you let out a small little mewls, too overwhelmed to even say anything

your thighs twitch in his grasp, and your back arches off him, and Baraka groans in your ear to cum for him, cum on his cock like a good pet

it’s all you need as you whine loudly, clenching on his cock and creating a mess on the floor as it drips down

Baraka groans at you squeezing around him, and he thrusts into you, cumming deep inside and rocking his hips into you to ride out both his and your highs

his breaths are unsteady and labored as well as yours, but the both of you eventually calm down

he slowly lets go of one of your thighs, letting you put one foot down and then the other

you moan a little, cock still buried firmly inside your pussy, and Baraka can feel himself twitch at the sound

your legs are shaky, and you can barely hold yourself up as Baraka holds onto your waist to keep you steady

you’re still so pliable, so sensitive right now, and he just needs a little more, just one more time

he brings you down to your knees softly, and you collapse, face buried in the bedroll as Baraka slowly thrusts his hips back and forth, cock hardening quickly inside of your heat

just one more, that’s what he tells himself as he presses a hand against the small of your back to force you into a deeper arch as he starts fucking into you again

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hypernova-writes · 4 months ago

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Hello. Hope you’re doing well and don’t overwork yourself! Many of us are more than willing to lend an ear.

Anyways, if I could, could I request a Yandere Medic x AFAB reader and either headcannons or an imagine (You may chose) of how he would react if the reader kept trying to escape him after being kidnapped, no matter how hard or what he tried?

Thanks! And feel free to ignore this request! And drink water!

A/n: Hello~! I’m doing fine! We’re recovering from a hurricane down here so we’re just getting power back! How about you <3 ALSO I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH. Growing up I had an interest in yandere’s and how they worked (I played a lot of yan simulator when I was younger-) and I always love to see how people characterize different characters! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Yandere Medic Headcanons! 💉❤️‍🩹

Before we even start we have to figure out what type of Yandere is Medic exactly!

Based on his personality and how he acts, I would place him as the Mousougata (Delusional), Kanchigaigata (Wrong Idea), and Sokubakugata (Restraints).

So let’s start with the first two since they are very Similar!

The Delusional and Wrong Idea yanderes tend to create a world in their own mind where you are already their darling, they refuse to accept rejection, ignoring the feelings of their darling and truly believing that they are in love with them the same way that they are in love with them! They will get the wrong idea from a simple interaction, and truly believe that they are in a relationship with their darling.

Now onto Medic!

It could start from when you first joined RED, you were a sweetheart to everyone, bringing them sweets as a way to get to know your new teammates.

When you get to Medic, you have to go to his clinic to meet him. You give him such a big smile as he feels like he just melts.

When he touches your hand, it’s almost as if sparks flew around him, he could suddenly feel the blood pumping in your hands, suddenly he wanted to know you more, he wanted to know Everything about you. Every. Single. Thing.

He would figure out your medical records, researching everything about you, He’ll know things about you that you wouldn’t even know about yourself!

When on the battlefield, he would always pocket you, to the point that other members on the team were beginning to suffer from it. Oh his Liebling had sliver of health? Help is on the way dear! But if Scout was near death? Go find a health back, his darling is more important!

Moving to the Restraints part of it. If he notices that you are beginning to pull away from him, he will not hesitate to drug you next time you come to visit him for a checkup. He can’t have his darling trying to run away now? You two were meant to be together!

He will make it to where you are so sluggish that you have to depend on him whenever you are in a battle, You can’t perform right unless you have ,Medic’s Medigun on you.

“Aww..You look so weak..you need a doctor..don’t you~”

Now onto the Imagine~

You knew he was crazy, but you just thought that was Medic being Medic. But when he started to become more obsessive over you, you started to take a step back. Medic wasn’t Medic anymore…

You were struggling to walk back to your room after struggling to get out of the med bay. You had gone to Medic after feeling sick, he had his back turned to you, and thinking you weren’t paying attention he pulled out a vial of what you noticed to be a sleeping agent. This prompted you to get up and made an escape.

No wonder you were feeling weak…he had been drugging you. All your vitamins, allergy medicines, the fucking shots you had gotten…He was tampering with them to keep them close.

You cried out as you felt a sharp in your leg, you looked down and saw a needle in her leg, she looked back and saw Medic smirking at her.

“and vhere do jou zhink jou’re going?…”

You could feel your body getting weak, and you struggled to crawl away. His footsteps were quiet and calm as he walked up.

“It’s is quite rude to leave before jour check up darling~.” He cooed as he walked over to you, standing over you with a small chuckle. He crouched down to caress your face.

“Jou’ll be out in a few. But don’t vorry. I’ll take good care of you my love~”

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glader13 · 2 years ago

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Trust Me

Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Shit,” you whispered, “There’s only one.”

You stared at the vial as if trying to conjure up another one, all this for just one? You heard Leon grumble in the background as he rummaged for spare bullets and other supplies. All this for just one, you thought again, thinking of all the shit that you and Leon went through. You placed your hand on the shoulder that you could’ve sworn was bitten off by those monsters, not surprised to see that your hand was red.

But you thought back to the more pressing issue as you held the singular vial, the medicine that Luis had given you had worn off. You stared at the inky trails running up your arm feeling sick. We’ll just need to hurry then, you thought with a frown.

“Did you find it?” Leon asked.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “But it’s only one though.”

He cursed again, walking past you to look in the safe as if he didn’t believe what you said. You moved out of his way, finding a wall to lean against. You placed the vial in one of your pockets, before sitting on the floor. You closed your eyes as you held your shoulder, breathing through your nose. Your shoulder was on fire, and you were unable to move it, just thinking about movement was enough to make you nauseated. Great, you thought, I'll only slow Leon down, and won't be able to protect Ashely. A burdened sigh left your mouth as you finally opened your eyes, seeing Leon walk over to you.

“Hey handsome,” you grimaced, “Sorry I left you by yourself out there.”

He knelt in front of you, slowly removing your hand from your shoulder. His frown deepened seeing the torn and bloody flesh. He held his hands in front of you, unable to find a way to ease your pain. He got up, walking around the small lab to find something to wrap your shoulder with.

“Were there a lot?” you asked again, but he continued to look for medical cloth, barely sparing a glance at you, “A few of them got in here,” you continued.

You jumped at hearing the sound of supplies being thrown to the floor, as he tore open cabinets and drawers. He cursed again, which caused you to slowly make your way toward him. You leaned against him, causing him to jump before he relaxed again. You heard him sigh, as he took your free hand, no doubt about whether he was staring at the blood on it.

“I’m doing a fine job of keeping you safe,” he finally spoke to you.

“Well, then it’s a good thing that Ashley needs the protection and not me,” you said, kissing the back of his neck.

“I failed you too many times already, first, you got infected and now you’re suffering from something that I can’t control and your shoulder,” he turned his head, “I have a responsibility to protect you.”

“No,” you said quickly, “I’m not your responsibility Leon. I earned being here just as much as you did. But thanks,” you smiled, “For being my knight.”

“You can thank me when we get out of here,” he chuckled.

The two of you eventually found some cloth to wrap around your shoulder. You closed your eyes as he did this, finally being able to breathe. You then felt his hand take hold of your wrist, gently holding it as his other hand traced the inky veins. His hand then cupped the side of your face, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over where the same inky veins appeared. You placed your hand over his, drowning in a love that you still can’t understand. You smiled at him, trying to tell him to not worry, but he couldn’t breathe under your calming gaze. He dropped his hand, as you found it again, lacing your fingers in between his. You opened your mouth, to say something to ease him, but you thought against it.

Instead, you motioned him to your side, guiding him to lean on you. You felt yourself smiling again, the moment causing you to think about your training days with Leon. Whenever the two of you were allowed a break, the two of you would sneak into a corner and sit just like this, with Leon glued against you or resting his head in your lap.

“You’re going to be okay,” Leon finally said, turning your face to him, “I promise you, my love.”

You leaned into him, kissing him softly, “I trust you, Le.”

On the walk back, and even when the two of you made it back to Ashley, he was focused on your health. Leon constantly touched your arm, tracing the black lines that marked your skin. To anyone else, his concentrated stare seemed distant, as if he was trying to figure out the cause of the markings. But you, you saw behind the curtain. You saw the worry in his eyes, the constant movement between your face and arm. You always felt his eyes on you, ready to be there in case you need him.

You felt his worry, it covered you like a blanket. Whenever the plague would seep further into your body, causing you to spasm in pain, Leon would be there holding you. Telling you to breathe as he would whisper encouraging words, constantly telling you that he loves you and that you’ll be okay. That you’re safe with him. He would hold you way after the pain would subside, long after your breathing has calmed. His breathing and the rhythm of his heart would get you to close your eyes, his arms are the only place that you feel safe. You would relax, knowing that he would do anything for you. Yes, Ashley is his priority, but you know that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. If it came to you or Ashley, the two of you would have to flee the country hand in hand because of the decision that he would make.

He looked at the vial, then at Ashley’s unconscious body. The plague has spread across her, creating black veins on her arms and her face. You felt your heart twist seeing her body, and remembering the fear etched on her face, she’s just been through so much. He then looked at you, his mind moving, “I can split it,” he began, “That should be enough until I can remove the parasite.”

“No,” you said, “We got this for her. She needs it.”

“But your arm. If she’s like this, then you can’t be far behind, Y/N-“

You kissed him softly, feeling him relax at your touch, “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

He softly touched the side of your face, causing you to lean into his touch. You placed your hand on top of his, communicating that you’ll be fine. He gave a slight nod, before kissing the top of your head. You stood back, watching Leon carefully inject Ashley.

You smiled to yourself, seeing Leon be so careful. What a softie, you thought. Relief washed over you seeing Ashely’s skin return to normal, but it was short-lived. You hissed quietly, feeling a painful contraction in your arm. You clinched your fist, gritting your teeth as the black lines spread even further up your arm. Leon held you, forcing you to sit on the edge of the operating bed. You tapped your foot against the ground, squeezing Leon’s hand as the pain only worsened.

“Hey,” Leon grabbed your attention, “Make sure to count between breaths, okay.”

You only responded by squeezing your eyes shut, causing him to speak again, “Make sure you’re counting love.”

“Okay,” you choked out.

Between the huffs and the counting, you desperately sought out other ways to ignore the pain. You focused on Leon’s jacket, how it was too big on you, but kept you warm. The lingering scent of his cologne seemed to have a magical effect, you felt calmer, sinking into the safety of the jacket. You felt your mind begin to drift, thinking of the first time that you wore this jacket. It was after training, you were long gone from your locker when you realized that you had left your jacket. You remember how it was freezing, and Leon gave you his jacket as he walked you back.

You felt your lips quirk into the smallest smile remembering what he told you after he handed it to you, “Please don’t jacket up, it’s my favorite,” he smiled at his joke. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm.

You slowly released his hand, feeling bad about the red finger marks. He smiled at you, shaking his hand as he commented about firm handshakes, which caused you to laugh. You flexed your hand, seeing the black marks not disappearing. You sighed again, how much time do I have left?

“Don’t worry about that,” he turned your face to him, “I’ll handle it.”

“But Leon, we don’t have much time. It’s spreading, I feel it in my body,” you felt your eyes begin to sting, “It’s like a cancer. I feel slow, it feels like a chain is slowly tightening around my heart. I don’t want to become one of them.”

You whispered the last part, unable to look at his fragile eyes or the slight quivering of his lips. You knew that he’s been blaming himself for what happened to you, frustrated that you were the one to save him. He shakily took your hand, wrapping it around yours. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it. The small gesture did cause your heart to flutter, causing you to feel calm.

“Love, I promise that you’ll be okay, I’m not going to let you turn into them. I’m going to do everything that I can to save you. I came with you to this place and I’m leaving with you from this place. You’re safe with me.”

He leaned into you, softly kissing your lips. I’m safe, you thought slightly deepening the kiss, feeling his hand hold yours a little tighter. You mumbled I love you in the kiss, breathless, feeling drunk. He responded by saying I’m not going to lose you in the same breathless drunk way, as if he needed your lips, your love, to survive. He pulled away from you, giving you one last kiss on your forehead. He walked away opening a cabinet, once again looking for something. You heard him make a sound of approval as he walked back with health spray and more cloth for injuries. You hissed as he sprayed your wound, hearing him quietly apologize. He then wrapped your wound, still trying his best to be gentle.

“Rest up,” he said, “I’m going to check the area.”

“I’ll go instead,” you said, “You barely got any rest.”

“No,” he said, “Rest up, we’ll take turns. I won’t be long, promise.”

So you got comfortable, making sure that you weren’t in Ashely’s space. You held up your gun, showing Leon that you were prepared for any unexpected visitors. He nodded before heading off. In the silence, you thought of when you first met him, though you didn’t know why, it’s probably because of the emotions you thought, now I’m a softie.

You were having the roughest day of training. Everyone was being an ass and kicking your ass in everything. It eventually became too much and during your break, you hid in the locker room, crying settled on leaving the program. You thought you were by yourself until you felt the eyes of another, causing you to snap to attention. You remember feeling a surge of annoyance seeing Mr. Leon Perfect standing at the end of the aisle, lunch in hand.

“You can laugh, I don’t care,” you said, refusing to clean your eyes.

“Training is difficult,” he walked over, “It’s not fair for me to laugh.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking his kind words were for show. Even more annoyingly, he sat down next to you. You watched him open his lunch, taking a bite of an apple, his eyes focused on the blue lockers in front of you. He spun the apple in his hand, as you watched him, desperately wanting him to leave.

“What happened?” he asked.

You looked at him, ready to form a sarcastic response, before you stopped. He was genuine, his eyes were soft. They were looking at you as if trying to figure out who you are. You felt seen, and that alone made you shed some more tears. You opened up to him about how everyone there made your life a living hell, and how training was the worst thing on Earth. Your partners treated you like shit, and you had no one to report their behavior to.

You cleaned your eyes, finally feeling somewhat better. You looked at Leon, who gave you a reassuring smile as he rubbed your back. “I can help you,” he finally said, “With the training, you’re already perfect at the other stuff.”

“Perfect?” You echoed, “I don’t know about all that. But besides, what does it even matter, it won’t save my life or anything.”

“I think it’s important actually,” he said, handing you his lunch, you peeked in, taking out an orange, “A mistranslation can cause mass casualties, it can have you be somewhere where you’re not supposed to be.”

You nodded, consenting to his point. You plucked the orange into your mouth, as you mumbled thank you, relishing in its sweet flavor. Who knew he would be so nice? He was a loner, never really the conversation type, but everyone still tried to be around him, especially the ladies.

“Combat is important, but,” he gave you a sly smile, “All you need is two good shots, and I’ve seen your shooting, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, “I’m-“

“Y/N,” he interrupted, then smiled again, “Sorry. I’m-“

“Leon,” you interrupted, causing the both of you to laugh.

“Well, if it’s fine with you,” he began, “I can help you train, you shouldn’t be this frustrated over something like this.”

“Um, yeah. That’s cool, thanks. If you need help with something, let me know,” you smiled.

That was your deal, he helped you with training and you helped him with the paperwork area, like language or coding. You didn’t know that you were making a friend at that moment, especially a partner. But through the years, you found yourself scaling the wall that he created around himself, finding layers so beautiful and fragile. It leaves you scared, praying that you won’t drop anything so precious.

“I’m back,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, “Found some more bullets.”

“Good,” you smiled, slightly feeling a high.

“Why do you have that look?” He smiled, “Thinking of something, or someone?”

You sat up again, “Just my sweet boy.”

You felt your face slightly burn, seeing his smirk as he placed the bullets on a spare cabinet. He swiftly, yet coolly walked towards you, placing his gun in the holster. You felt your face burn even more, paying attention to eyes that can read your soul and lips that personally knows your body. He leans over, trapping you. You moved stray hair out of his face, your breathing scarce.

“Good,” he leaned into you.

You kissed once again, instantly feeling refreshed. He forced your lips open, causing you to become dumb off of his tongue. He deepened the kiss, taking away your breath and causing you to forget where you are momentary. You squeezed his hand, feeling him bite your lip, before trailing down to your neck. His lips felt like heaven against the heat of your neck, soft yet commanding. You closed your eyes, cutting off your gasp as you felt Leon nip in between kisses. His smile is evidence that he caught your small reaction.

“Once we leave,” he said in between kisses, his voice low, “We’re going somewhere nice, so I can be yours and you can be mine.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, your mind blank.

“I miss this,” he returned to your lips, “I miss how you feel.”

“Then we better hurry,” you whispered, “I also miss you on my lips.”

“That’s my girl, always on top of things and me,” he smiled.

“Leon!” You whispered, motioning to Ashley.

“What,” he snuck in another kiss, “She can’t hear us.”

He laughed, before walking back towards the ammo. You then watched him sit in front of the bed, taking up a guarding position as he pulled out his gun. Single-handedly, Leon checked the ammo, and you felt your mouth drop, which you thought wasn’t possible. But he surprised you a lot during this mission, most notably when he did a suplex. Seeing his biceps and the veins in his arms has left your brain and mind in shambles. Once again, you were at a loss for words.

“Pretty cool, right?” You could hear his smirk.

“Show off,” you managed to say.

“Well, at least I’m your show off,” he said turning towards you, “Get some rest, okay? You need to.”

“And you?”

“I’m still fine from earlier when I rested,” he kissed your hand, “I’ll wake you up if I need you, promise.”

You quietly said okay, lying down facing the back of Leon’s head. You ran your hand through his soft hair, causing him to lean back even more. He hummed quietly, as you smiled, reminding you of home. Home, where you sit on the couch as you gave Leon a massage listening to the radio.

“You want your jacket back?” You asked him.

“No, it looks better on you than me.”

You smiled, snuggling into it, finally closing your eyes.

Part 2

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spookymystery67 · 1 month ago

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Almost a 3,000 word chapter! May not be a lot, but believe me, that is an accomplished for me at the moment lmao. I hope you all enjoy this one, and I thank you for the patience. Enjoy!

Chapter 26:

“We got everything you need.” Ada said, straight to business once you, her, and Luis all met up after finishing your assigned tasks.

Luis took the items handed over to him and smiled. “Good, and I got exactly what you want.” He took a vial out of his pocket and presented it to Ada. You leaned forward to take a closer look at the object.

The Amber.

Ada placed her hand on the vial, but immediately withdrew and held her head in pain as soon as she made contact. You looked at her face closely in concern and noted that the symptoms of the parasite looked worse and far more obvious then they had been.

Luis immediately backed away with the Amber still in hand. “Oh, that's not good. The parasite is reacting to the Amber.”

“So that's the Amber.” Ada's grimace of pain turned into a small, unamused, smile. “That looks like something Wesker would want.”

You held out your arm for her to gain her balance back, which she took gratefully, giving you a small squeeze in thanks.

Luis shoved the Amber back onto his pocket and quickly ran over to a large crate to place his kit onto it. He got to work, tinkering with the ingredients as Ada tried to walk off the head pain the parasite caused. But she just ended up just leaning against the wall and waiting for Luis to be done.

“It's funny.” You started, purposely trailing off to gain her attention. Her confusion at your statement was slightly amusing to you.

“What's funny?” She wondered weakly as you leaned beside her.

“The Amber. I think it's funny that such a small, seemingly insignificant thing could potentially be a weapon of mass destruction. Well, if it is in the wrong hands.”

And you knew for sure that Wesker is definitely considered the wrong hands.

“You have a weird sense of humor.” Ada's lips twitched from her own snarky response, before once again pulling back into a grimace as her head throbbed in pain.

“Well, not funny. I guess funny isn't the right word…” Your brows furrowed as you tried to think of another word for it. “Ironic? Irritating? Fucking ridiculous-”

She huffed a small laugh, interrupting you. “I know what you meant before. I'm just giving you a hard time.”

“Nice to know you feel okay enough to do so.” You laughed. Luis is finally done with his science stuff and turns to the both of you.

“This will knock out the parasite. But only for a time. Are you ready?” Luis explains, walking over to Ada with a syringe needle.

“A tu salud.” He fake cheered, before sticking the syringe in her neck, giving her a dose of the temporary medicine. She winced as he did so, and you just held her hand in reassurance.

“Just remember, it's not a cure. We still need to find a way to get that thing out of you.” Luis reminded you both. You looked over Ada for any sign that she is better, but the dark veins along her face are as prominent as ever.

Suddenly, Ada grimaced and gasped. “It's coming.”

Luis and you immediately looked behind to see the large bug man slowly stalking toward you all. Luis quickly dropped the syringe and helped you guide a pained Ada away from the approaching creature.

“I don't understand! It should be working by now!” Luis exclaimed in confusion.

“Maybe it is delayed?” You suggested, glancing over your shoulder at the bug man.

Its appearance still sickens you.

Ada shoved him away and you right after, leaning against the ledged wall. “Take the Amber and go. Once the parasite is sedated, you can give me back that damn stone.” She ordered Luis, before glancing at you and nodding her head in your direction. “and take her with you.”

With wide eyes, your mouth hangs open in disbelief. “What!? Hell no! Absolutely not!”

Luis wasn't having it either. “I can't leave you here, not like this!” He argued.

She put her hand up, gasping in pain. “Spare me, I'll be fine. You got another promise to keep, Luis.” She faced you. “Listen Y/n, I can't fight this thing while also worrying about you right now. Get out of here and keep an eye on Luis and the Amber. Please.”

“Not happening! Not again.” You argued.

She sighed, facing the man who stood beside you when she decided she would get nowhere arguing with you. “Luis, get her out of here. And keep her safe.”

Luis looked back as the creature stalked closer, then to you, before reluctantly nodding in understanding. “Alright. But you come find me… as soon as you're done here.”

Ada let out a weak laugh and nodded in agreement.

“Let's go, Sénorita.” Luis tightly grabbed your arm and dragged you away, knowing you wouldn't be leaving here without a fight.

“Luis, no! Get the hell off of me! I can't leave Ada! Luis!” You attempted to pull out of his grasp, but he simply huffed and picked you up by your waist and rearranged you into a hold that would allow him to get you away from the scene quickly, as Ada had requested.

You huffed and yelled, extremely pissed off that you couldn't get out of Luis's tight grasp. You needed to get back and help Ada. But he would not let go.

“Sénorita, please! I wouldn't be doing this if Ada didn't think it was for the best. She'll be fine.” Luis said. This was an attempt to calm you as he took you further and further away. It didn't really work. And you could tell that your constant struggling was beginning to get on his nerves a little as it continued. But yet, you persisted.

Six years of training and you can't get out of his hold? Well, you could think of a couple of ways to escape. But all of them required an injury or two on his part. You may be angry, but you didn't want to hurt your friend. And that was really holding you back.

“Luis, please let me go. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.” You threatened, though it came out very weak and not as serious sounding as you had hoped it would.

He seemed to have caught on to your bluff. But still, he does his best to make you see reason. “I'm sure you would, but Y/n…” He placed you down and put his hands on your shoulders, simultaneously keeping you from running off and making you focus on him. “Ada told me to keep you safe. And she told you to keep an eye on me. And who's technically the boss here?”

Wesker, was the name your smart ass mouth wanted to say. Though you decided against it.

Besides, Wesker is currently not here on this mission with you all. And the boss on said mission sure as hell wasn't you and Luis. “Ada.”

He nodded, “Right! And I'm not going to argue with her if she is certain about something. She said she can handle it, and I believe her. Don't you?”

You hesitated. You know Ada can handle herself. And you supposed you could understand her wanting all possible distractions gone while she is in such a vulnerable state. The fact was, you are a possible distraction to her.

You have to trust Ada with this.

“Yes. She can handle it.” You sighed, before nodding to the general direction Luis was heading before you stopped him. “I suppose we should get that medicine to Leon, huh?”

“Yes! Great! Let's go.” Luis responded with a grin.

As Luis walked in front of you to lead the way, you glanced over your shoulder to where you had left Ada. As much as you wanted to take this opportunity to run back to Ada, you didn't. Ada can handle this. You know she can.

With that last thought, you followed Luis. Knowing that eventually you and Ada will reunite soon.

—

Leon looked confused and surprised when the elevator door opened and he saw you and Luis standing just outside of it. He had just recovered from one of the side effects of the parasite when the ride had ended and the door opened. His eyes darted between you and Luis. You waved.

Luis just smirked and lightly shook a box filled with the medicine he made. “I'll make it cheap for you.”

Luis gave Leon the medicine. Afterwards, your small group all sat in silence as you waited for it to take effect.

“Feeling better?” Luis asked as he fiddled with his lighter.

“Yeah. Seems like it works.” Leon replied.

“Bad news? All we've done is buy you some time. The suppressors’ effects will wear off all too soon.” Luis informed him. Leon contemplated this as he stared at the other suppressant made for Ashley held in his hand.

Leon faced you, “Weren't you with Ada?”

“I was. We had to seperate for a little while.” You shrugged nonchalantly before joking, “Figured I would hang out with Luis for a bit.” Leon hummed and nodded.

“And…how did you two meet?” Leon asked skeptically.

You glanced at Luis, unsure if you both should tell Leon the full truth. That you met him because he had once been a scientist working for Umbrella who you had to find to get the Amber. You felt like it was a story that wasn't yours to tell.

Luis decided to answer for you, “Oh you know, through the chaos of it all. Now, are you ready to go? No time to waste.”

“Are you well enough to go on?” You questioned, making sure he was for sure ready to leave.

Leon agreed that it was time to go. With a nod, he responded. “Don't worry about me. Ashley is the priority.”

Luis clicked his lighter shut while you stood up from your crossed legged position on the hard ground. You gave up on being as clean as you could hours ago.

“In that case, we know what we have to do.” He picked up a yellow pipe and held it as if he was holding a shotgun. “Then come, Sancho Panza! Let us rescue the Princess Dulcinea!” He yelled heroically as you followed behind.

Leon walked past him, taking the pipe out of his hands as he did. “You're going to hurt yourself.” He deadpanned, dropping the pipe to the ground.

“Hey! That was my lance!” Luis dejectedly exclaimed.

You walked around him with a small, amused, laugh. “Come on, Luis.”

Luis sighed and ran to your side. “Okay, we hurry! I get it!”

“Why help me though? What's in it for you?” Leon asked Luis from ahead of you.

“No need to be suspicious! I said I'd help you, didn't I?”

Leon climbed up a yellow ladder. “Little hard for me to put my faith in someone who used to work for Umbrella.”

“So you heard, huh?” Luis sighed. “Umbrella's done for. You don't need to worry about them anymore.”

“You didn't answer my question. What are you after?” Leon repeated.

“I just want to feel good about myself. Make amends. Or something like that.” He admitted, somewhat sadly.

You gently nudged his arm for his attention, giving him a supportive smile once you had it. He gave a grin back, happy that you were supportive of him and his goal. That you weren't mad at him for having worked for Umbrella in the past and that you weren't angry with him for taking you away from Ada.

You understood how he feels. He regrets his past, and now he wants to make it up to himself and to others. You fully supported that and would help him best you can while you were here.

As you went down the path Leon led, your little group was blocked off by some villagers in the way, forcing you to fight them off. When the fight ended, Leon had come up with the plan to clear up the blocked path by blowing up the mine shaft with dynamite.

“¡Dios mio! Give me a heads up next time!” A startled Luis exclaimed as Leon ran ahead again.

“You handle yourself pretty well… you sure you're just a researcher?” Leon asked Luis.

“I'm just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies man.” Luis shrugged.

“That statement gave me deja vu.” You grinned, thinking about a similar statement he made a while ago.

Luis grinned in response, remembering the same conversation you both had back at the church. Before he was kidnapped of course.

Leon led you to a vent cover, before crouching and pulling at it to open. When that didn't work, he stood and delivered a very impressive and powerful kick, successfully opening it and allowing you all access to the other room.

“Damn. Leon's got moves now.” You lightly teased.

He huffed and hid the smirk that tugged at his mouth, before glancing at Luis. Luis backed up and gestured to the opening, “After you, I insist.”

Leon immediately turned away and crouched at the hole. “Such a gentleman.” He deadpanned, unimpressed.

Before he could jump through, the face of a giant appeared suddenly with a roar and scared the hell out of all of you. Leon quickly attempted to back away, but was quickly grabbed by the giant.

Luis and you immediately took a hold of Leon's hands and attempted to get him out of the giant's hold. Sadly, you were both dragged out along with him.

You slammed to the ground beside Luis with a grunt, quickly rolling onto your back to see Leon was still within the giant's grasp. Luis took out his pistol and immediately shot the giant, making it drop Leon to the ground. You scrambled to your feet and grabbed your gun, putting as much space between you and the giant as possible. One swat of its hand and you are done.

“Now you owe me!” Luis yelled.

“Luis, heads up!” Leon warned with a shout.

Luis looked up and immediately scrambled out of the way, seeing a second giant stomp onto the spot he once stood.

You stand beside Leon and Luis, who were still on the floor from where they fell. “Well shit.”

“Now we're even.” Snarked Leon.

“Is it always like this with you?” Luis asked as both the men stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight.

“How do we do this?” You wondered, wanting to know the game plan to defeat the two giants.

“Uh, Luis and I distract and attack, you look for any weaknesses from a distance and go from there.” Leon said, knowing you are handy with a gun. Which only became more and more true over the last six years.

In fact, you preferred shooting from a distance over close combat. Especially in this scenario.

“Fine by me.” You answered with a nod. You checked your gun ammo, thinking you should be fine with the amount you've collected over the span of the mission.

One of the giants had armor on that was hard to get through with just bullets, so you quickly decided to go for the unarmoured one. Shooting for the face and the large parasite on the back that practically screamed “weakness”.

Eventually, you and Leon managed to get the one giant down. Now all that's left was the armored giant. But Leon quickly realized the same problem you did.

“Shit! Can't get through the armor.” Leon cursed.

“Wouldn't it be nice if we had a grenade launcher again?” You huffed.

He nodded, moving to the switch to the hot melted metal pool, opening it for a moment before it closed again. “Maybe we can use this.”

“Sorry, keep our friend busy for me!” Luis yelled from somewhere, clearly having an idea. You just kept your eyes on the giant.

“Where do you think you're going?” Leon questioned. But Luis did not answer. He looked over at you in disbelief.

“I guess we keep it busy!” You shrugged, shooting any bit of face and skin free of armor as best you can. Not that it did much. You both just did your best to get it to stand over the hot metal grate to see if you can drop it in.

“Leon! Over here!” Luis yelled from a catwalk above. When you got the giant within jumping distance, he jumped onto the giant's back quickly, placing dynamite on its back, before jumping back off again. Now all we have to do is shoot to activate the dynamite and see if we can get its armor off.

“Heh, got a little present just for you! Shoot it!” He yelled.

Without hesitance, you and Leon aimed for the dynamite and shot it. It exploded and the parasite was now free and shootable.

Luis whistled, “Beautiful! Just as planned. Now let's finish this guy off!”

With the power of teamwork, you eventually got the giant to fall through the hot metal pool, finally finishing off the fight. You almost felt bad for it. It had to have been a painful death.

“Ouch.” You winced.

“Try not to think about it.” Leon suggested. You nodded and gathered around another vent with him and Luis. Luis was boosted through by Leon and he opened the door by the other side.

With that, you exited the makeshift battle arena. Happy that the fight was over.

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Outside the Office Part Seven

Hi All,

No trigger warnings for this one, but definitely mature content. I love the feedback I've been getting- I'm thrilled everyone is enjoying this series! As always, feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

When I woke up, I found Valentino asleep, his arm wrapped around me protectively. His heart shaped glasses were folded neatly on the nightstand next to us. In all the time we had spent together, I had never seen Val actually sleep. I laid my head on his chest, listening to the steady ins and outs of his breathing as I slowly woke up. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes, willing myself to stay awake.

It was at that moment I noticed the bloodstains on his hands and clothes. I sat up and frantically ran my hand over the parts of him I could reach, searching for a source of the blood. Was he hurt? I ran my hands down his chest, unable to find its origon.

“Mi amore. Awake already?” he asked sleepily, adjusting his position ever so slightly.

“You’re bleeding.” I ran my hand over his neck, trying to calm the panic that was so prevalent in my voice. “You’re hurt.”

That woke him up. His fingers interlaced with mine and he pushed us both upright, looking down. Pain shot through me, but I ignored it. Val was hurt. He checked himself over and after a few moments, he shook his head.

“Not mine princessa. Yours, most likely. From yesterday. I need a shower and you…” he saw my pained expression. “Need another round of pain medication. And food.” He gently moved me against the pillows. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

He vanished into the bathroom and reappeared a few moments later. He snapped on a pair of blue gloves before he reached over and carefully disconnected the IV line. From his pocket, he pulled two vials and an alcohol wipe packet. .

“One to flush, one for pain.” He took my arm in his hand and ran the wipe over the entryway. “It might burn princessa. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to be high.” I said, yanking my arm away. “No, Val. I don’t like that feeling. Please.”

“You won’t be.” He said soothingly. “The doctor gave you another non narcotic. Just like last night. Once it’s in you, I’ll take the whole IV out. I promise. Let me know when you’re ready.” He waited for me to answer.

“I…trust you.” I said softly, moving back closer to him.

He kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl.”

I grimaced as the first round of liquid flooded into my veins. He uncapped the second vial and slowly pushed it into my body.

“I don’t feel any…ah!” The tightness in the back of my head released and the pain erased itself.

“Supplier of highs and releases,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me. He carefully slid the IV out of my arm, taping the gauze over the pinprick of damage it left behind. “Do you feel okay?”

“I don’t feel pain, if that’s what you're asking.” I said slowly. “Lucifer wasn’t kidding when he said medicine in hell is far more advanced than what angels have. All we have for stuff like this is…well, more akin to what those demons gave me last night.”

Valentino grimaced. “Princessa, I can’t…even begin to imagine.” He sighed and gently leaned over and kissed me. “I told you the medicine wouldn't affect your brain. I made a promise to answer your questions today, and you promised the same. You can’t be hazy for that. But you do need to eat first. Come on, let’s go see what Vox made for breakfast.”

He stood up and lifted me into his arms, carrying me out to the living room couch. “Vox? Vel?" He called out across the room. "One of you, keep an eye on her. I need a shower and I don’t want to leave her by herself.”

“You’re being overprotective.” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He laid me down on the couch and kissed my forehead.

“And I have every right to be overprotective, princessa. Do you disagree?”

I didn’t. The feeling of love and safety that wrapped around me the moment he touched me was incomparable to anything else. I craved it, more than anything. I watched as he walked away, settling myself against the pillows.

Velvette looked over at me from her place on the couch and did a double take. “Fuck. You look even worse this morning.”

I heard Valentino yell from down the hall, his voice loud and laced with annoyance. “Don’t fuck with her Vel, or I’ll fuck you up.”

She puffed up and hollered back. “I’m not fucking with her, its the truth.” She paused and I watched her swing herself up and march down the hallway towards his room. I heard Valentino curse and she walked out a few moments later, a box in her hand. She marched over to the elevator.

“I’ll be right back.”

I watched her disappear downstairs and looked at Vox. He shrugged in response.

“Does it hurt to chew?" He asked, walking over next to me. "I made soup if it does. If not, I have waffles and scrambled eggs- with cheese. Both should be soft enough for you to eat.”

“I don’t feel any pain.” I said, pushing myself up. “But I’m not hungry either.”

“So waffles and eggs it is. Got it.” He disappeared into the kitchen and came out a moment later with a plate, handing it to me. “Come on, you have to eat. It's yummy, I promise."

“I’m really not all that hungry, Vox. And it has nothing to do with your cooking.” I responded, pushing away the proffered plate. “My stomach’s just off.”

He sat down next to me on the couch, setting my plate on the coffee table in front of him. He was quiet for a moment, and he picked up the fork and cut a small piece of the waffle, sticking it with the fork. “Your belly is off because you haven’t eaten anything in the last fourteen or so hours. Come on. You’re not going to feel any better if you don’t give your body what it needs.”

“I told you, I’m not…”

“And the train goes in the tunnel.” Vox sang sarcastically as he stuck the fork in my mouth. “Chew. Swallow. Food goes into our tummies and makes us feel better!” His one eye began to swirl. “Eat.”

I did as he commanded but glared at him once I had swallowed the bite. “Stop being a jerk, I am not a child.”

“Oh? Could have fooled me because grow ups understand the importance of feeding our bodies. So much like a five year old, I’m giving you a choice. Either I can feed you, bite by bite, or you can feed yourself. But you need something in your stomach. End of discussion.” His voice turned softer. “You’ll heal faster and feed better. You need to eat, reader.”

I glared but realized I wasn't going to win this one. I took the plate and fork from him. He wasn’t wrong, after the first delicious bite my hunger returned. “Okay fine but don’t do that again. I mean it, I’m not helpless and I’m not a child.””

“And I don’t have a Daddy kink, so if you do what you need to do, I don’t have to treat you like a child.” He paused. “Trust me, if I wanted to play Daddy I would borrow one of Val’s whor- er, employees and make some money.”

“What does that even mean?”

Vox reached over and patted my head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just get as much down as you can manage. I’m going to go make another batch, yell if you need me.”

He walked away as I ate, scrolling through my phone as I worked my way through breakfast. A few minutes later, my plate was empty. I set it on the table and uncapped the Sweet Sixteen that Vox had left for me, sipping it as I made myself as comfortable as I could.

Vox walked over to me just as I finished the drink. He looked me over and grinned. “You can’t tell me your stomach doesn’t feel better now that you’ve fed it. Your color is back.” He paused. “Did Val take your temperature this morning?”

I shook my head no.

“He should have. Com’ere let me feel your forehead.” The back of his hand pressed against my skin. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. No fever. No fever usually means no infection brewing. I’ll let Lucifer know.”

“Is he coming today?” I asked. “I thought I might see him this morning.”

Vox shook his head. “Not unless you want him to come. He called earlier to check in on you but you were still sleeping. He said he’d try to video call with you later but if you could text him and let him know you’re alive I’m sure he would appreciate it.”

I picked up my phone and shot a quick text to Lucifer. He responded back right away.

You’re sure you're okay?

More than okay, Uncle Lucy. Promise.

Alright. I’ll try to call later but no promises. Things are rough out here. Glad you’re staying with the V’s. Be safe, and rest.

Across the room, the elevator door opened up and I looked up. Velvette sashayed across the room and plopped down on the couch next to me.

“Find what you need?” I asked, turning the screen on my phone off.

She pushed my empty plate across the table and set several bags and boxes next to us. “I did. Mind if I touch? Your face, I mean.”

“My face?” I asked as she tilted her head to one side, studying me. “I guess, sure.”

“Excellent.” She brushed my hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear. “Mind if I play a bit? See what I can do to help you get cleaned up? You’ll feel better if you look better.”

“She doesn’t look bad.” Valentino’s voice drifted down the hallway. He walked over to us and leaned over the back of the couch. He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “Be nice. She’ll heal up.”

“Oh will you shut up? There is no hiding that she’s beat to shit. And if she looks in the mirror and sees it, well that won’t do much for healing now will it? You feel better if you look better.” Velvette shot back.

Valentino shrugged, apparently unbothered by Velvette’s snap. “As long as she’s fine with it, that’s all that matters. Vox, is there food left? I’m starving.” He turned to me. “Babe. Did you eat?”

“Vox made me.” I grumbled as Velvette lightly touched my skin.

“And do you feel better now that I did?” Vox prompted, flopping on the couch across from me.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then I stand by my decision. You gotta eat, that's the first lesson you learned upon your arrival to hell.”

“Speaking of arrival to hell…” Valentino sat next to Vox, directly across from me. “Care to explain why you told us last night that you’ve been beaten worse than this? Because this, babydoll, is pretty bad from where I stand.”

“Yeah. I want to know too.” Vox added.

“Agreed.” Velvette added, pausing her makeup to look at me.

I frowned at the three of them. “I told you. My dad raised me- he was the leader of the exorcist army. What exactly do you think my days looked like?”

All three of them stared at me in confusion. I rolled my eyes.

“Guys. It’s the military. Do you not have one in hell? My days started at four am and if I made a mistake, even a tiny one, I was met with corporal punishment- even more so because my father was the head, and he wanted to make sure he set an example. Not to mention some of the exercises themselves were meant to prepare us for our eventual arrival in hell. We underwent all sorts of physical training to ensure that even if the worst happened down here we would not, under any circumstances, betray heaven. And we were taught to fight to survive. To do that, they broke us down to the nitty gritty, and put us through all sorts of…scenarios. It’s what we needed to do to learn to survive.” I paused. “Or at least, that's what they told us.”

I stopped talking and watched them try to process what I had told them. A memory floated up, one I had tried to keep hidden away. Might as well share, maybe it would help them understand.

“Here is a prime example. One time, I was late to the first call. I was supposed to swim laps that morning under the watchful eye of my father. When I turned up late, he ripped into me in front of an entire platoon, told me what an absolute disgrace I was to our family name, and then made me run laps until I puked. Or passed out. I’m not really sure which it was. When I wasn’t physically able to run anymore, he made me spend the day cleaning out the locker rooms. Said it was character building. And I mean, he was right. I was never late for the first call again.”

“I have so many questions,” Vox began slowly. “Like, how old were you, exactly?”

“Oh no. Your turn is over. It’s my turn to ask.” I replied lightly. “Right? The agreement was that you would answer honestly, and so would I.”

Valentino looked ever so slightly annoyed. “Yes. I suppose so. Bear in mind, princessa, that agreement was between you and I. But fine. Ask your question. We can go back and process ... .that later.” He hesitated. “Does Lucifer know about this?”

“I said I’m not answering any more questions. Souls. Soul contracts. How do they work? And what the fuck even is your job, Valentino?”

“That’s two questions. If we answer them both, you have to answer another one as well. Got it?” Velvette interjected, brushing powder on my face. “There. You’re all done. I’ll finish later, when your lips don’t move as much.”

Across from me, Valentino set his empty plate on the table and stood up, walking over to me. I reached for him and he lifted me up, settling me against him and pulling a quilt over us. “You okay, princessa?” He asked with concern in his voice. "You look like you're getting tired."

“I’m fine. Answers. Souls.” I reminded him. “What did I see in that room, Val? What did I walk in on?”

Valentino sighed and thought for a moment. “You saw me at my job. As the boss. Every single one of those demons in that room belongs to me. Is owned by me. Sold their soul to me. I give them everything they are owed in their contract. And make no mistake, they knew exactly what they were getting into when they signed the contract with me. And I am bound by that contract as much as they are.”

“I don’t understand.”

He sighed. “Vox. Vel. One of you. Help me out here.”

Vox took a deep breath. “It’s like this. Our power as overlords comes from the souls we own. We acquire souls through the deals we make, deals that become contracts. Not like the little thing Lucifer did to you last night,” he added quickly. “Soul contracts are different from anything you’ve ever experienced. Once a creature signs over their soul, both they and the provider of the contract are fully bound by the terms of the contract until one or both of those parties meets their ultimate demise. Let’s be specific and use Valentino as an example. If a human signs a contract with him, that means they get something- whatever it is they desire in life, in exchange for their eternal soul working for Valentino after death. The specifics of those working conditions are outlined in the contract they both sign. It is Valentino’s responsibility to ensure that the contract is upheld. It’s his job, honey. Slightly different from my job, or Vel’s, but the base idea is the same. We provided a creature something in life in exchange for their soul, and the details of that exchange are specifically outlined in a contract. Both parties sign and are bound.”

“That also being said that until that contract is signed, consent is required in my studio. No one is touched outside the specific terms of their contract,” Valentino added. “The girl they mistook you for- she was in the final process of trading me her soul in exchange for…well, that doesn’t matter really. As part of her repayment, she would work for me. She wanted to be roughed up. But until I had her on stage, under my cameras, she wasn’t to be fucked. I don’t make a profit off of things I don’t own.”

“Who would even sign something like that?” I asked.

“Oh my sweet baby girl. You would be shocked. And there are no loopholes in our contracts, right down to the word “knowingly”. I ensure my deals are made with solid understanding from both parties. We are cruel because we need to be. All of my contracts outline the requirement to be that way." Valentino tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "Those who are soft do not make it down here. And princessa, the consequences of me breaking my own contract are far, far worse than upholding it- for both myself and the other parties.” He finished softly. His hand fell to the top of my head, his fingers worked their way through my hair and down my back as he spoke.

“Valentino.” I looked up at him and laid my head on his chest, settling into him. That feeling of safety and security was still as strong as ever. “You were a different person in your studio. I watched you strike someone, you threw your glass. You yelled, you demanded. I’ve never seen you like that. Ever. But you, you’re so gentle to me. And you hold me. And you’re soft, and take care of me. Why is that?"

“Princessa. I am not your boss. I don’t play that part in your life because I don’t own you. You and Vox and Vel, we’re friends.” He bent down and kissed me gently. “Or in our case, more than friends. But my point is, we offer each other an escape- a life outside of work. I don’t need to be harsh to you, and I don’t want to be. Who we are at work is not who we are in our private lives.” His voice softened. “I can be myself around them. Around you.”

“But Vox and Vel, they don’t…they aren't cruel. Not like that.” I protested.

Velvette let out a short laugh, “you’re joking, right?”

Vox shook his head, “oh sweetheart. We are- just not to you. Same reason as Val just said. We don’t own your soul. We don’t own each other's souls. We live and spend time together because we like each other and enjoy each other's company.”

Valentino put his hand on the top of my head. “Think for a moment, princessa. Do you spend your day aside Vox? Or does he put you to work on a laptop, tucked away in a corner while he handles his responsibilities? When you’re in Velvette’s studio, are you next to her- or trying on outfits handed by her employees until she calls you to the stage? I assure you, mi amor- they keep you as shielded from the realities of their job as they possibly can.” Valentino heaved a sigh and ran his thumb over my cheek, brushing away some of the makeup Velvette had dabbed on. “I’m sorry you had to find all this out, sweetheart. I’m sorry you had to see that side of me. Learn that side of us exists.”

“But reader, I cannot stress this enough. You will never see that side of us, not in our home, as much as we can help it. Outside of these four walls, we are overlords. It isn’t just Valentino who plays that role. If you saw any of us in our actual positions, you wouldn’t recognize us.” Velvette added.

Valentino continued to gently stroking my hair. I sank into him. He wrapped his arms around me and settled me against him. “Vox doesn’t let the world know that he makes banana chocolate chip pancakes each Saturday morning- unless I beat him to it. And Velvette certainly doesn’t let anyone other than us know that she needs to be carried to bed after seven drinks.”

“That was rude.” Velvette snorted, glaring at him.

“Shush Vel. It’s true. And to the point, this is our safe place, here and with each other. Outside of the public eye. Our studios are not. From the moment we step inside, we become what we need to be in order to be successful.” Vox explained, leaning back and putting his arm around Velvette, pulling her to him. He planted a kiss on her forehead.

Valentino cupped my chin. “The world doesn’t see the Valentino cradles you until you fall asleep during movie night. That’s not the image the world can see. If they did, we would lose the hold we have over hell. The world is an evil place, princessa. We keep you shielded from it, or at least, we tried.”

Vox pulled a blanket over him and Velvette, mimicking the position Valentino and I were in. “Again, to that point, we very clearly failed. Which leads me to the next thing that needs to be discussed. What is our plan going forward? I, for one, think Lucifer was right.. I think it's about time we started to present reader to the publicly as both one of us, and the princess of hell. It might be stickier for awhile in public, but at least people will know exactly who she is and there will be no more cases of mistaken identity.”

Velvette considered and looked at me. “People won’t touch you if they know you’re a V. I’m all for it.”

I nodded. “That sounds good to me. But how?"

“Tomorrow, I’ll bring you to the studio. Make it very clear that you are not to be touched.” Valentino said firmly, giving me a soft squeeze.

Vox shrugged. “Same, but maybe not tomorrow. Gonna wanna give you time to heal. If you come out in public looking like that, it won’t go over well for anyone.”

Valentino laughed darkly and held me closer. “I’m sure Velvette has full coverage makeup. No, I’m not waiting. I’m not risking this happening again.” He looked down at me. “I want you in the studio tomorrow, at my side. I want to make it explicitly clear that you are one of us.”

“Did anyone think to run this by Lucifer? Before we- you know, out the existence of the Princess of hell?” Velvette asked, snuggling up to Vox. “I mean, I’m all for it. I’ve been dying to have her walk in one of my shows.”

“Of course. It was his idea to begin with.” Vox answered. “He’ll be providing additional protection as well- not that that aspect is any of your concern. I’ll handle it. And, I think he was impressed at the protection we gave her…after the fact.”

“I know I was.” I said softly, looking up at Valentino. “You stood up to Lucifer and he was….scary.”

“And worth it, for you, Princessa.” His fingers interlaced with mine. “I believe we answered your questions, did we not?”

I nodded. “You did.”

“So one more question for you and we will both have answered each other the same amount. Do you agree?”

I looked up at him. “I do. Why?”

“Because this is the last question I have for you for now, mi amor. And then I want you back in bed, resting.” He took a deep breath. “Princessa…are you sure you want to be here? Are you sure, even after the events of last night, that you feel safe with us?” He tilted my chin up to him, looking me in the eye. “You agreed to answer truthfully.”

Vox and Velvette stared at him for a moment.

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Valentino. I am sure I want to be here. You…even with what happened, you make me feel safe. I care about you.” I looked at Vox and Velvette. “All of you.”

“It should go without saying that we feel the same way.” Velvette said. She smiled and looked up at Vox, kissing him on the cheek. “I mean, who else can model AND carry a conversation?”

Vox nodded in agreement. “Of course we do. Outside the three of us, you’re the first one we’ve ever let into this space. Honestly, it would be weird if you weren't here at this point.”

“So it’s settled, I can stay?” I asked Valentino.

He looked pained. “You misunderstood me. There was never a question of could. It was a question of want. Do you want to stay?”

“Yes.” I said firmly. “I don’t think I can make my stance any clearer than that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into him.

He kissed me gently, running his hands down my back. “Mi amor, you have no idea how happy I am at your answer. I’m taking you back to bed now. You need rest if you want to heal quickly.” He stood up, cradling my body to his as he turned to walk me down the hallway.

“Oh, Val? We’re working from home today. So if you need to go in…” Vox called from behind us. “We’ll make sure she’s well looked after.”

Valentino paused, his grip on me tightening. “I do, but not right now. She’s my number one priority at the moment. Maybe after she goes to sleep.”

I buried my face deeper into him at the thought of him leaving. He ran a hand down my back and carried me into my bedroom, setting me down on the bed. The medication had begun to wear off and the bruises were once again making themselves known. I knew from prior experiences I needed a hot shower and a round of anti inflammatories before the pain became unbearable.

I expressed this to Valentino. He frowned at my words.

“Princessa. I don’t…I don’t feel comfortable with you being by yourself for any period of time. Not right now.” He hesitated. “I suppose I could wait outside the door while you shower, but…”

“What if you just joined me?” I suggested.

He looked at me. “Princessa?”

“You’ve seen me naked yesterday, and probably before that. Fuck,Vox and half the world has probably seen me without clothes at this point. After yesterday, what does it matter?” I sank into the pillows. “And besides Val, if I could have any say over who gets to see me like that…I would prefer it to be you. Only you. Every time.”

“It matters to me because it matters to you.” Valentino said firmly. “And so you’re aware, other than Vox, no other person in that studio who saw you yesterday is breathing today. It was a direct violation of their consent clause- whether they knew it or not.”

I stared at him. “You killed them…even though they didn’t know they violated their contract?”

“It’s in the language.” Valentino gently cupped my chin. “Remember, I have an agreement I have to follow as well.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Princessa, if you’re sure, I would appreciate being by your side.” He helped me to my feet. “Preferably, right by your side.”

“Valentino, are you actually going to shower with me?” I teased.

He kissed me lightly. “Only because you asked, Princessa. And of course, to keep you safe.” He lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. He reached into the shower and turned it on. He rummaged through a drawer and came up with a bottle of ibuprofen. I watched as he pulled a paper cup from the dispenser and filled it up with water. He handed me two pills and the cup. "Here. Swallow these. If you're still in pain after your nap and want a bath, I’ll run one.” He nodded towards the bathtub on the other side of the bathroom. “Maybe an Epsom salt bath if that sounds good to you."

“Mm, yeah. That could help.” I swallowed the medication and set aside the cup. Once that was out of the way, I reached for his shirt and gently tugged at it. "This needs to come off."

He smiled, “alright, babydoll. Settle down.”

“What? Val- you’ve seen me naked, wouldn’t you agree it’s only fair that I get to see you without clothes?”

That elicited a laugh. “Oh Princessa. You make a compelling argument.” He leaned in and kissed me before pulling off his shirt.

I took a moment to admire his body. I had seen glimpses of it before of course, moments when Velvette was adjusting buttons or other parts of fabric in the limo. And of course I felt it- rock hard body pressed against me when we snuggled. But this was the first time I had seen him fully shirtless. To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted, lean and perfectly put together. His jeans fell just below his hips, hugging every curve of his body.

“Like what you see, princessa?” He teased lightly, leaning in and kissing me.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone who wouldn't.” I said softly. “Damn, Val.”

He laughed again and undid the top snap of his jeans. “Ah, mi amor..” He leaned in and kissed me again, the rest of his clothing falling to the floor. He leaned in closer, obscuring my view of anything below the waist. “My turn to undress you.”

He pulled his tee shirt off my body, tossing it into the dirty laundry. Carefully, he tugged off my pajama bottoms and they joined his shirt in the hamper. He lifted me up and carried me into the shower.

I hissed as the hot water hit my skin. He turned his back to the water, protecting me from its sting.

“I’m going to set you down. Just lean on me, alright?”

“I can walk Val. I’m not…completely broken.” I said as he set me down, his hands on my waist as he made sure I was stable.

He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly, the steam building around us. “I know, princessa. Something tells me you would be…difficult to break.” He pulled me to him and gently guided me back under the water. “Come now, let’s get those muscles to relax.”

I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest as he gently rubbed my shoulders under the running water. I felt the warmth wash over my body. Under my head, he exhaled slowly, as if he was trying to control his breathing.

“Princessa.” He muttered, leaning back, both hands on my shoulders as his eyes studied my body. Somewhere in my brain I wanted to be embarrassed, to hide under his gaze. But for the first time, I felt comfortable being totally exposed to him. Somewhere in my belly, I felt something stir. I had felt it before, but standing next to him, against him, the feeling was stronger.

“Valentino.” I pressed my body into him. The pain I had begun to feel erased itself under the heat. “I have another question.”

“What is it princessa?” He leaned down and kissed me. “Ask away.”

“Does it hurt?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Does what hurt, princessa?” he asked with confusion and concern.

“What you do in the studio. Sex. I want to know. Is it supposed to hurt that bad?”

A horrified expression crossed his face. “Mi amore, no,” he said quickly. He shook his head and stepped forward and pulled me close to him, stepping his own body under the stream of warm water. “No. It doesn’t have to. Some enjoy the pain, the feeling of surrendering their entire body to another. They enjoy the punishment, the degradation. But it doesn’t have to be that way. It can be soft, gentle. Pleasurable in ways you never thought possible.”

“Show me.”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then quickly pulled me to him, his lips pressing against mine. Any lingering pain vanished, replaced with a different feeling- a warmness spreading deep in my belly. I wanted him. Just him. All of him.

“You need to tell me if it hurts," he said as his hand ran down my thigh. “I need to know what feels good- and what causes you pain.” He leaned into me, pressing my back against the wall of the shower. I felt his finger slip inside me, then another. I let out an involuntary moan. He ran his thumb over my clit, drawing circles around the sensitive skin. I arched my back.

An explosion of nerves as his body pressed deeper into mine. I moaned, leaning into him, digging my nails into him as I tried to balance myself against the pleasure. “Valentino!”

“That’s right baby.” He pressed his lips against mine. “Come for me, my princessa.” His fingers moved faster, his kisses growing more and more rapid.

My stomach knotted as warmness spread through me, my vision flashing black as I felt an explosion in my belly, an explosion I had never felt before. I panted as the feeling of euphoria spread through every inch of my body., rendering me absolutely helpless. I felt his fingers slide out as I leaned my entire weight onto him. Against his thigh, I felt his cock twitch.

“Sex is fun, princessa. When you’re with the right person.” He whispered, holding me to him. “That’s my girl. Breathe.” I could see his conflicted expression as his eyes ran over me. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’ve got you. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up so we can get you to bed.”

Balancing me against him, I felt him lather both of us in soap. He guided me under the water, rinsing us off before running a hand through my hair. He took a bottle of my shampoo and gently squeezed some in his hand.

“Close your eyes. I don’t want to get soap in them.” He ordered gently.

I did as he instructed, gripping onto him as the overload of my release slowly dissipated. By the time I was rinsed off and wrapped in a towel, propped back up on the bathroom counter, I felt like I could breathe again.

“Did you enjoy that, princessa?” He asked with concern, wrapping himself in a towel. “You’re quiet.”

“Val, that was…amazing.” I said softly, reaching for him. My body ached for more, hindered only by the pain I was very much starting to feel. “I want you. All of you.”

He took a deep breath as he surveyed my body. After a few seconds, he exhaled. “And you can have me. I promise. But not tonight. I’ll shatter you into a thousand pieces, mi amor. Especially, especially if it's your first time.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Your first time will be special. I promise. But you need to wait.”

I let out the most uncharacteristic whine. “But Val. I want you. Every single inch of you. And I’ve never felt this way before. Not ever. Please.”

“Another day, princessa. I want you too. Every inch of you.” His body pressed into mine and I could hear the struggle in his voice. “Waiting is testing every single fucking bit of my self control. But I need you to be okay afterwards, and right now I don’t think you will be. You’re still hurt, mi amor.” He leaned forward and kissed me, his breathing almost ragged. “I wouldn’t wait if I didn’t have to. Believe me. You’ve now officially seen me at my worst- and at my best. And gotten into the thick of everything I do in the worst possible way. And you still want me. Reach for me. Want me to hold you and be by your side. Princessa, my love, my heart. I will not rush what should be a magical night simply because I want you right here and right now. So please. Let me help you get dressed and come lay with me. The sooner you heal, the sooner the pain leaves you the sooner I can show you exactly what it means to be loved by someone as intensely as I love you.”

He wrapped me in his arms and against his chest, I could hear the frantic beating of his heart. His hand fell down the small of my back and looked up at him, pushing myself up to kiss his lips. Inside my chest, my heart soared. He did love me.

“Okay Val. I’ll wait until you’re ready. Until you think I’m ready.” I looked up at him. “I love you too.”

He held me tighter, kissing the top of my head. He let out another slow exhale. “I love you more than you could ever know.” He hesitated and ran a hand over my cheek. “I need to get dressed and get to work. And you need to get in bed.”

I took a comb from the holder on the counter and began to work through the knots in my hair as I watched him yank his tee shirt over his head, and then reach for his jeans. I frowned as he stepped into them. “Wait, why are you putting your jeans back on? I thought you said we were taking a nap.”

He took the brush from my hand, smoothing out either side of my hair as he carefully worked his way through the knots. “No. I said you need to rest. I need to work, and I’m going to work from home as long as I possibly can. But if I put my sweatpants on, snuggle you next to me and lay down in bed I’ll fall asleep right besides you. But I can’t sleep in jeans- I just can’t do it. Hopefully between them and my laptop I can get enough done today that I don’t have to physically go into my office. And you can still rest, right next to me where I can keep an eye on you.” He set the comb down and reached for the mirror and wiped away the steam, picking up his heart shaped glasses and adjusting them on his face. “There.”

I turned and caught sight of myself in the mirror. The deep blues and blacks of yesterday stood out starkly against my pale skin. I frowned at my reflection. The shower seemed to have brought out even darker colors.

Valentino saw me looking and quickly lifted me up off the counter, pulling one of his clean shirts over my head before lifting me up and carrying me to bed. One hand holding me, the other tossing pillows against the headboard. He sat down, adjusting me so that I was snug against him before reaching for his phone, laptop, and headset. I watched him open the laptop screen and hit the startup button.

“You should sleep.” He told me, running his fingers through my damp hair. “I’m just going to be working, and you can’t heal that pretty face without rest.”

“Pretty isn’t the word I’d use.” I mumbled, more to myself than to him. “I look like shit.”

“Excuse me?” He reached down and tilted my head up so our eyes met. His voice was gentle, but his tone was one of anger. “Care to say that again?”

“I…” I paused and thought better of it. “No.”

“Alright then. You will heal, princessa. But in the meantime…” He pulled me gently to him and kissed my forehead. “You are not allowed to insult your beauty. Understood? The woman I love does not deserve to be insulted., not even by herself.”

I nodded. He shook his head, unsatisfied with my response.

“Let me hear the words, so I know you understand.”

That burning feeling in my stomach coiled up as he spoke. “Yes, Valentino.” I closed my eyes and laid myself on his chest, the sound of his heart thundering under me.

“Good. Because the sooner you’re healed the sooner I can show you all the fun parts of being with someone you love.”

I felt him kiss the top of my head and curled up next to him, I fell into a deep sleep.

#the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x wife #valentino x you #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin fluff #the vees x reader #valentino #hazbin x reader #valentino x female reader #vox #valentino hazbin hotel

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buriedbehindtheshed · 1 year ago

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Fixing a Broken Wing. Kaz Brekker x GN!reader

Word count: 1419 Warnings: Minor injury description. A/N: Thought I'd start posting here as well as Ao3! Hope y'all like it. We need more gn fics. No pronouns or y/n are used for the reader! There aren't many physical descriptions either!

The frigid air was harsh on the looming city of Ketterdam. Nightfall broke on the horizon, and the tapping of a cane echoed from an open window. The usual ruckus of the Barrel was dimmed by the racing thoughts of a singular slimy bastard: Kaz Brekker.

You were an investment of his–A sly one from the Menagerie. Your silent nature and singing blades kept you labeled as an honorary Crow. You were sent on a venture for Heleen, but you were supposed to meet back with Kaz at dawn. Since dawn, Kaz had waited.

And waited.

An unfamiliar prickle ghosted the back of Kaz's neck as hours flew by without a whisper of you. You were never late–not for him. The corner of his lip curled into a humorless smirk. Was he so blind to have faith in Heleen to consider keeping you safe?

With impeccable timing, a soft thump came from inside his bedroom. The thumping was followed by a low croak; Kaz could've sworn you were just a large toad. You harnessed the rest of your strength to push yourself up, just enough to slump against the wall.

Kaz paced towards the bedroom, his familiar hobbled steps echoing on the wooden floors. "You're late. You better have a damned good reason for falling behind. I'd like my investments close at hand," His familiar rasp grumbled. As he approached the room, he let his eyes fixate on you. His eyes were like flint as he observed your physical state, his gaze flickering over all of your wounds with expert precision. Your tale had been a messy one, it seemed.

Silently, Kaz stalked toward you, kneeling to your level. He pressed the silver crow's skull of his cane to your chin, tilting your head lightly, cataloging each wound with a veteran's eye. Slashes, bruises, wounds - all painted a sordid story across your flesh. "Heleen?" He asked, nearly deadly silent.

You parted your cracked, bloodied lips to speak, but nothing came out. Your throat was rough and raw. You simply nodded, swallowing thickly as your eyes threatened to close. Luckily, Kaz's cane supported your chin. If your head began to lull, he would use it to angle it back up.

Kaz scowled. No one would hurt one of his own. He always made sure of it. "You survived. That's all that matters." Reaching into an inner pocket, he plucked a small vial from it. He held it to your cracked lips, his voice leaving no room for denial. "Drink. It will help your throat." And perhaps loosen your tongue enough for you to share more. Heleen could wait; his prized weapon came first.

You took in a shaky breath, parting your lips and tilting your head up. You drank the amber-tinted liquid, your face contorting into disgust as it hit your tongue. "Saints, boss, what the hell is that?" You groan, still holding the liquid in your mouth.

A ghost of amusement flickered in Kaz's eyes to see your disgusted reaction, fleeting as quickly as it came. "Effective medicine tastes of punishment," Kaz replied flatly in his salt-bitten rasp. "Consider it penance for troubling me with putting you back together. Now swallow." He uncorked a waterskin from his belt to wash away the bitter taste of ginger and cloves. He held it to your lips, tilting your chin up with his cane. His cold gaze studied your face with keen precision, filing each of your hurts.

Your heart pangs with guilt at Kaz's words. You swallowed the liquid begrudgingly. It stung your throat momentarily before a cooling sensation washed over the tender flesh. You made fleeting eye contact with him, and you swear you felt your stomach twist. "I went to meet with a client near the harbor... I think the old witch wanted to be rid of me," You hissed through bloodied teeth. "I should've known it was trouble. I could hear the rustling of Kruge." You met Kaz's eye again, and as he took a sharp breath in to speak, you blurt out: "Please don't send me back."

He listened to your story in chilling silence. Heleen was a traitorous worm in Kaz’s eyes. Ice ran through his veins as you murmured your broken tale, freezing over some long-forgotten well of mercy. When you finished, he opened his mouth to speak but froze when you interrupted him with a shaky plea. "You won't be," He whispered. The ghost of the broken boy gazed out at you through Kaz's eyes, understanding the unspoken between you two. "I wouldn't send you back if my life depended on it."

Kaz rose in one fluid motion, looming over you like the vengeful raven his reputation had painted. His cane slipped from beneath your chin, causing your head to drop slightly. He stalked over to the small sink across the room and filled a ceramic bowl with water. Gloved hands darted around, grabbing various rags and containers. He moved back to you slowly and silently, gingerly placing the items on the floor beside you. Then, he slipped off his coat and neatly laid it down on the railing of his bed frame. He knelt once more, quick hands soaking the rag.

The silence between the two of you was deafening. Kaz’s slow, shaking breaths would slice through it occasionally, putting your mind at ease. He wrung out the excess water from the cloth and, with a trembling hand, he pressed it to a wound on your forehead. His care for your well-being seemed to trump his fears about getting too close to you. You grunt quietly as he cleans your injuries, but he makes no attempt to be any gentler.

He put the cloth back in the water and rinsed out the crimson substance that’d once coated it. You couldn’t help but notice his encased fingertips never broke the water’s surface in the bowl – A trick he must’ve learned all these years. His dark hair fell over his forehead as he angled his head down to clean off the rag.

He drew a handkerchief from his vest pocket and lifted a small earthenware jar from the floor. In a swift motion, he unscrewed the top and set it on the ground before dipping the cloth into the contents – a soothing salve developed from hard-won experience to ease battered flesh. With a sharp breath, he leaned a bit closer, smearing the substance into your wound.

It stung … and stunk. Your nose scrunches as the scent burns your nostrils. “What is it with you and foul medicine?” You manage to grumble before he silences you with an icy glare through his eyelashes.

“Would you rather be infected?” Replied Kaz, arching an eyebrow at you.

“No.” You stare back at him.

“Figured,�� He whispered, the corner of his lip tugging into what most would consider a lesser frown, and to you, a smile. “You’re no use to me damaged.”

Kaz’s hands soon lowered as he finished coating your wounds in the substance. He leaned back immediately and scanned over your face once more. He took in a slow breath before he stood once more. “I will leave these with you to work on any other areas my eyes can’t touch,” He murmured. “I will leave you the room.”

Your eyes follow his form as he stands and runs a hand through his hair. His dark eyes flicker over you with a softer expression now—something underlying. “Very well,” You murmur.

As he turns to exit the room, he pauses and calls your name.

You turn to meet his gaze once more. “Yes?”

“The Crows will carry your name as they do mine,” He rasped. “No force in this world will send you back against your will. You have my word.”

You felt your stomach twist at his words. Your chest was swelling with warmth, or perhaps you were bleeding internally. Your wall was breaking. It was dangerous.

“Thank you, Kaz.” His name rolled off your tongue so easily like honey dripping onto warm bread. You rarely used Kaz’s name – You always opted for ‘boss’ or ‘Brekker.’ At this moment, however, Kaz deserved to be Kaz.

Kaz’s upper lip twitched slightly as you spoke his name. He felt his breath catch in his throat, hearing the way it so easily slipped from your mouth. He tightened his hand around the silver crow handle of his cane. “Rest,” He murmured before he made his swift exit, leaving you alone in the warm lamplight of his bedroom.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #no y/n #six of crows #kaz brekker fanfic #hurt/comfort #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #grishaverse #fanfiction #touch aversion #i sniffled a bit writing this

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love-toxin · 10 months ago

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pls share some Ken crumbs our siren-lover nation is dying 💔🥹

your word is my command <33

(cws: kidnapping, drugging, forced transformation, obsession, manipulation/psychological torture, medical procedures)

"Open the tank."

The man with the red hair looks down on you, but he's not really seeing you. His eyes are glazed, almost fish-like in their opacity. They stare ahead like they're only coincidentally focused on you, but that doesn't make you feel any better when you're...like this.

You can't remember the last time you wore clothes at this point. It feels like you've spent your whole life in this tank, shivering and half-soaked with water that only comes up to your knees. He's only had it filled that much because he's prepping your body for more. Whatever that means.

Either way, the sound-operated unit responds to his smooth, cool voice, and the top of the glass containment slowly starts to slide open. The tank is only about ten feet by fifteen, just barely enough for you to move around without bumping your arms, but it only feels smaller when the top opens up. You cower in the corner like an animal; you're too scared of your kidnapper's touch to feel any differently. Ken reaches his arm down as he steps up on the platform, moving to offer you something. But you don't want it, you don't want anything from him, and you splash away in the foot or so of water in a panic as you rush to get away from him. He sighs as if it's just an everyday occurrence, and you're only being a passive menace.

"It's time for your medicine, darling. Come here."

You muster up only a few syllables. "G-Go away." Your voice trembles, but it doesn't deter Ken in the least.

"Take your medicine. I won't say it again."

Oh. He's starting to get impatient. Your hands shake. You don't want to see him angry--he gets cold and scary when he's angry. You ponder your options for a split second, but in an anxious jolt, you lunge forward to grab the pills from his palm and swallow them without thinking. Phew.

A smile splits Ken's face. He's proud. Proud. Pride isn't something you're used to, but you'll take it where you can find it. He reaches further and gently ruffles your hair over the edge of the tank.

"That's it. That's my good dolly. There, there...so good." The patting lasts for too long. It grows possessive, uncomfortable in the strength with which he gains as he strokes your scalp...but it ends sooner than you think and he finally steps back to give you space. As the top of the tank slides back, he crouches down in front of the glass and taps it to get your attention. He's got those dark bags under his eyes, and his hair is nearly falling out of its long braid, but he looks happy. Just tired.

"I love you, you know. You're going to be so happy with me. I promise, like I said, I'll let you out of the tank once the procedures are over." He presses his hand to the glass, each crease in his palm and every knuckle of his fingers practically glowing against the sterile window into the rest of the lab. "Soon, very soon, you'll be like me. We can...find our own path together."

As Ken talks, he reaches into his doctor's coat and pulls out a small vial--inside are the pills he's given you daily over the last week or so, which he dumps two of into his hand. Holding them up for a moment, he shows you their shape and size, proving to you that these are the same. And then he pops them into his mouth with a sip from his water bottle on the table full of surgical tools. As he wipes his mouth, the strain in his demeanor becomes more apparent, but he brushes it off like an expert to shoot you another disarming smile.

"I love you. Love you, love you, love you...and when your transformation starts, I'll be right here with you. I just have to-" At that very moment his pager goes off, and he sighs and hangs his head just for a second. Just long enough for you to creep closer towards the glass, lured by his sweet words. He pulls the little device out of his pocket and glances at it before tucking it back in. Without looking back, he stands and steps down from the platform with your tank to head towards the door of the lab. "I'll be back, sweetheart. I won't leave you alone much longer, I promise."

With that, the lights shut off, leaving you in darkness save for the glow from the edges of the tank where he's set up bioluminescent lights for you. It's too quiet without him, with only your own thoughts and the dim outlines of the laboratory furniture to comfort you. Aside from a myriad of medical equipment, there's only a small bed on the floor that's quite messy and a cooler full of instant foods for the microwave it sits on top of. Ken's spent so much time here since he brought you that he practically lives here under the hospital, though he promised to bring you to his home once this...procedure is finished.

Now the sleepiness is setting in. You glance around to find a comfortable spot to rest, though it leads back to that same mossy mound of pillows that Ken has lined the tank with for comfort. You settle down atop all of them, hoping not to get water up your nose as the drugs lull you towards a deep, heavy sleep.

Maybe, when you wake up in several hours, you'll finally start to notice the scales growing in that Ken told you would come up. Those and the little slits in your neck that flutter open when the water touches them, which is a feeling you'll have to get used to with time. But little do you know, Ken's going to see the fruits of his labour cropping up very, very soon, regardless of how frightening the transformation will be for you when it happens.

But even so...he's going to be so, so happy.

#ken aragaki #ken aragaki x reader #yandere ocs #male yandere #yanverse #ellie writes #anons

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iwannabe-l-l-l-l-legendary · 6 months ago

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So I had this AU idea a while ago and today I finally got around to writing it in class :D

So um. Read. Cry. Enjoy.

*TW implied suicide* read with caution

Gone

By Cricket

Keefe wished Havenfield had normal windows. He figured having floor-to-ceiling windows was nice, but it was making it really hard to break in, especially while levitating. Keefe cursed under his breath, painstakingly removing the panes of glass. When they finally gave way, he rolled inside, the flower petals in Sophie’s rug crushed beneath him. Iggy rattled his cage, reaching tiny hands through the bars.

“Hey, little guy,” he whispered, tickling Iggy’s chin. “I’ve got something for you.” Keefe pulled a vial of dye out of his pocket. After popping the quark, he opened the cage and poured the elixir into Iggy’s water bowl. The imp gulped down the elixir and released a loud burp. A moment later, his fur turned shades of green-pink-blue-purple with stripes. He looked like a mermaid with wings, and Keefe released a chuckle.

Iggy seemed very pleased and started licking his new fur. Keefe walked over to Sophie’s desk, digging through the drawers until he found a scrap of paper and a pen. He wrote his note quickly, not wanting to leave time to reconsider what he was about to do. When he was finished, he scanned over his work.

To the Mysterious Miss F,

Ugh, I’m already regretting saying this. But this is serious.

I know that a lot has been happening lately, with your abilities, and my crazy mother. And I’m sorry. But I figured out a way to control myself. I hope you won’t hate me for it.

This is for the best.

Love, Keefe.

P.S. I love you, Sophie. Always have. Always will.

Goodbye.

Keefe tucked the note next to Iggy’s cage and then headed to her bathroom. He knew that the Ruewens had a large supply of medicine, and knowing Foster, he could find what he was looking for in her cabinets.

Bingo. He tucked the vial into his cape pocket and pulled out his Pathfinder, spinning it to a random facet and raising it to the light streaming through the windows. Before he stepped into the shimmering beam, Iggy fluttered to the top of his cage and grabbed his hand, gazing up at Keefe. Iggy’s small hands wrapped around his finger.

Tears filled Keefe’s eyes, but he blinked them back and said, “Take care of Foster for me, okay?”

Iggy seemed to nod and reluctantly let go of his finger. The last thing Keefe saw as he stepped into the light was Grady opening the door to Sophie's bedroom, eyes widening in surprise. “Keefe? What are you doing here?”

But Keefe was gone.

He glittered back into existence in a small wheat field in the Forbidden Cities. Keefe glanced around, but he saw no other humans. Good. This would work.

He pulled out the medicine, reading the small label that said to take a sip every three hours. Ha. Keefe ripped off the label, shoving it in his pocket before opening the bottle.

He downed the whole vial, collapsing onto the tall yellow grass.

“Sleep,” was all he was able to croak out as his vision rapidly darkened.

Then everything faded to black.

And he was silent.

Forever.

Ok I know I know I know please don't yell at me. There might be an alternate ending to this, so don't hate me yet :/ (It hurt me to kill off my boy too, jsyk)

Tag list because...why not. @myfairkatiecat because we were going to write this together and I think you'll want to read it. @ham-cheese-toastie because COGNATEEE <33333 @alaydabug2 @permanently-stressed because other fic writers. And my brain is blanking on me, so that's all.

#kotlc #kotlc fandom #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #sophie foster #sokeefe #kotlc fanfic

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grandlinedreams · 1 year ago

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You need to sleep.

You know that, the bone-deep weariness of your body and heaviness of your eyes make it more than clear that you need rest. After all, your senses aren’t as sharp as they should be when you’re this exhausted – you’re more prone to mistakes, and the idea of one of your beloved crewmates getting hurt because of you makes you feel sick. It should be easy to lay down and close your eyes, surrendering to dreamland – and yet.

You can’t sleep.

You’ve tried laying down below deck, the usual comfort of it unusually absent, no matter how much you toss and turn, adjusting the position of your pillow and the weight of your blanket. You’ve asked Sanji for tea, thinking that would help – only to stubbornly remain awake even after, no sign of winding down.

You’ve also tried taking a leaf out of Zoro’s book and finding the comfiest place you can out on the deck, hoping the warmth of the sun and gentle, rhythmic lull of ocean waves would help guide you into sleep.

Only to find the deck as momentarily inhospitable as sleeping below deck. It’s starting to frustrate you how easily sleep is eluding you. As a last resort, you end up seeking Chopper’s help. He’s a doctor, after all – hopefully he can find something to help you.

It ends up being a tiny glass vial of liquid, one that Chopper hands to you carefully. “This should definitely help,” he tells you, “It might take a minute to take effect, but after that you should be able to sleep!”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Thanks Chopper, you’re amazing.”

The usual flush appears on his cheeks as he offers a happy shimmy at your praise. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, you know!” He protests as you leave the infirmary, vial in hand. Popping the cork, you give it an experimental sniff and hum. It smells distinctly of cherries, with an herbal undertone.

Tipping the vial to your lips, the medicine empties into your mouth and you swallow, making sure that you haven’t left anything in the bottle before pocketing the now empty container to return to Chopper later. Now to find somewhere to sleep – you’re afraid that sleep will still stubbornly elude you if you pick where you’ve already tried.

There’s already someone in the library when you enter, and you pause when Robin looks up. “Oh, sorry–”

“Don’t be,” she answers, smile tugging at her lips as she watches you. “Did you need something?”

You shake your head, still feeling guilty for interrupting her own downtime. “No, just…looking for somewhere to relax. Chopper gave me something to help me sleep, and I’m afraid that if I try one of the places I already did, it won’t work.”

Out loud, your reasoning sounds silly, even to you – but Robin’s smile doesn’t falter, expression softening a little further as she gestures to the empty space beside her. “I don’t mind the company,” she says when you hesitate.

You still linger at the door for a moment, weighing your options before you move to sit beside her on the couch, tucking yourself to take up as little room as possible.

"Comfortable?" Robin asks, amusement in her tone as she watches you, and you nod. "Come here, I won't bite."

And then there are arms sprouting from you, harmless as they push you to lean over on Robin, another pair retrieving a blanket to drape over you. "There, better?"

It is, but the warmth of her body against yours is making your heart do funny things that you hope she doesn't notice. "Thank-you, Robin."

"Don't mention it," she says with a soft smile. "If you're having trouble sleeping, shall I read to you?" She picks up the book she'd been in the middle of when you walked in. "It's an interesting book, I promise."

Your heart trips into overdrive. "I – sure, I'd like that."

"Okay," Robin opens her book, then looks at you. "It helps if you close your eyes to sleep, you know." She laughs outright when you hurriedly shut your eyes, her attention shifting back to her book.

It takes a moment for her to find a rhythm, but it doesn't take long for the cadence of her voice to help you relax further as the medicine begins to kick in.

Robin doesn't even finish the chapter before you're asleep. She looks over, taking in the peaceful expression on your face, the faint shadows beneath your eyes that she hopes will disappear now that you're getting the sleep you so desperately need.

She reaches up carefully, brushing hair from your face before she leans to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #nico robin x reader #one piece scenario #–ml: robin.

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littlelambramblings · 1 month ago

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CW: parental/delusional whumper, referenced punishment, non-consensual drugging, held in captivity, defiant whumpee breaking,

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Theodore sat at his desk, face buried in his palms as his mind worked like a clockwork. It’s been three months of Theodore keeping Jasper, but no matter how hard he tries he couldn’t get thr0ugh to Jace. That ungrateful brat, I saved him! I haven’t even hurt him… that much.

What could he do to get Jace to like him? Make him want to spend time with him?

“Daddy, what are those holes on Momma’s arms?” a young Theodore tugged at the pant leg of his looming father.

Rough hands gripped into his shoulders as his father kneeled next to him, “That, sweetheart, is to help Mommy.”

“Help?”

“Sometimes when you love someone, you know what’s best for them. Like when you are being bad, I punish you because I love you and I know what’s best,” his father replied, shuffling through his pocket as he pulled out a vial from his pocket, “That’s why I give Mommy this medicine. Because I love her and she should just accept it.”

Theodore snapped up from his desk, a triumphant grin stretched across his face. He had an idea.

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The next morning, Jace awaked oblivious in his room, groaning as the sun peeked through the bars of his window.

“Jace!” he heard a voice shout from him outside his room, “Come here! I have something for you!”

Jace rolled over on his side, making his back face the door.

“Young man, don’t make me come get you! You have until the count of three and then I’ll have to punish you like last time. One! Two- Oh! Good, you’re here.” Jace glared with tears in his eyes as Theodore wrapped his arms around him tightly, “Goodmorning, sweet boy.”

Jace gritted his teeth, “What do you want…?”

“Oh!” Theodore jumped back, suddenly remembering his goal. He pulled out a chair, “Sit.”

“I am not a damn dog,” Jace growled, but still moved to sit from a pointed look.

Theo rolled his eyes, “That attitude…,” He looked down at the vial in his hand. Well, this should help with that issue. Hopefully. “Give me your arm.”

Jace warily pulled out his arm, his breath became shallow, “What the fu-heck is that?”

“Medicine,” Theo smiled as he grabbed a wipe to sanitize Jace’s arm.

Jace gripped Theo’s hand, shaking, “Wait, what’s it for?”

Theo held his trembling hands and pressed a kiss, “Baby, are you scared of one little needle? Hm, tough guy? I told you you needed me.”

“Fuck you, I don’- Ah!” Jace yelps, the grip on his hands becomes deadly.

“You will,” Theodore stood up, “and you’re on your final warning and then it’s another week in the basement. So, if I see the hint of a struggle while I’m injecting this, you’re in trouble.”

Jace gulped, thinking about his last time in the basement. “Fine, I’ll behave,” he surrendered, holding his hand out for Theodore again.

Theo smiles as he sanitizes the area again, just in case, and draws the needle. He quickly and carefully inserted the needle, finally pulling it out after every last drop was injected. “Good boy,” Theo smiled.

***

Over the next couple hours, Theo kept a close eye on Jace, watching as he slowly became more relaxed. Now, Jace sat on the couch watching some cartoons. Theo ran a hand through his hair, heart racing as Jace leaned into it with a happy smile.

Theo continued massaging Jace’s head when all of a sudden, Jace flopped into his shoulder, sighing as Theo let him cuddle up to him.

Just as Theo thought Jace fell asleep he heard the meekest voice, “Nnnight…dad.”

Theo felt his chest tightened as held still for Jace, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t even have to force it out of him this time. Maybe he should do this more often.

“Goodnight, baby,” Theo whispered with a kiss.

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apas-95 · 2 months ago

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Bas van der Akker capped the needle and slowly twisted it off the syringe. He threw it into a hard-plastique sharps container, before screwing on another needle. Carefully, he packed away a vial of solution, and tossed out a glass ampoule of reactant. He grinned a stupid, toothy grin, and punged the needle into his leg.

Anna Hudáková observed disinterestedly, twisting her pen between her fingers. Her notepad was almost blank, and the tape recorder stuffed back into her jacket pocket. She never wrote about men, because she didn't understand them, or didn't want to. The biohacker in front of her was no exception.

"The body is a machine," he said. The syringe slowly deposited 0.3 millilitres of highly-controlled medicine into his musculature. "Everything in the world you see is a machine. But the body is special. Every other machine is superstructural, reflections of the metamaterial base."

He pulled the syringe out of his leg, dragging layers of tissue up along with it, pinching up skin around the needle. The needle was mass-produced, cheap, good quality. It came out with an impossibly-audible pop, and a bead of blood.

Bas's words broadcast now through the air and somewhere else. "The body is dialectical," he said. "Everything comes from a source, but the body can go back to that source." His voice was inside Anna's head like tinnitus, and he didn't notice when she stood up. "It can connect to it, and ride it back down, or modify it. Go to the source of a can of coke, and it connects to every other body at that source."

Anna went and retrieved the vial of solution, dropping it into her pocket and replacing it with an identical-looking one.

"Take the monopolis, for example," Bas thought. "What the communists learned from the fascists was how very useful it was to have purity of thought, purity of ideas. A pure idea is a powerful source, one that can connect hundreds of millions of bodies at once. If the weather in the noösphere is good, you can catch monopolitical thoughts from five thousand kilometers."

Anna pulled her chair close by his, and sat leaning her forehead on his temple. There was the barest mental recognition of this from Bas, like feedback on a microphone.

Slowly, Anna built up a feeling.

"How many genders are there?" she thought. Bas almost replied. "Three," she continued. "Though two are most prevalent. What is gender? Gender is a network protocol. It is a means by which we process interactions with others. What is your gender?"

Bas groaned silently.

"Drone," Anna thought. "On and on." The feedback increased. "What is my gender?"

"Worker," Bas reflected, thoughtless - energised from without, like an RFID chip.

Anna overwrote him. "Queen," she thought. "Signal. Command."

Bas was overheating, feverish. Anna pushed her forehead against his clammy skin, concentrating. Slowly, she built up a feeling.

"I am here," she thought. The human antenna beside her exploded into feedback and noise, the remnants of a signal lobe dissolving around her.

She stood, exhaled, and went for the door. She didn't want to be here when it came.

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nekohime19 · 9 months ago

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Mini Mac #12 : two monkeys and their hobbies

They're just enjoying a great afternoon and doing their respective hobbies while still talking together! Just peacefull times 😌

Macaque was organizing the various flowers and herbs he gathered during spring to prepare his medicines, at least that's what the golden-furred monkey had been calling his powders and elixirs. Speaking of the sage, he was leaning over him curiously, whispering now and then some questions about the different ingredients. While Macaque took some petals and herbs and brewed them with a sharpened pebble he used specifically for this, Sun Wukong began to busy himself with cloth and threads. Lately, the sage had been fond of needlework, especially since he could gift his creations to Macaque. The black-furred monkey had to admit, Sun Wukong was way more talented than him for this kind of work. His wardrobe had never been so diversified, he had traded his leaves for linen robes, silk shirts and cotton hats. He still wore some leaves, especially during the heat-wave hitting the mountain at the end of spring.

Macaque added some petals of purple phlox to his powder and smelled it, once he was satisfied with the scent he put the powder in a little vial and tied a purple ribbon (or more precisely a bit of the ribbon he cut) at the neck of the vial.

“You know your sleeping medicine is terribly effective. How did you find the recipe?” Asked the sage as he sewed the edges of his new creation, a tiny purple robe embroidered with plum blossom fitted for Macaque.

“Trials and errors.” Shrugged the lil guy, he took some sage herbs and brewed another medicine, one for increasing strength. “I always had some facility with flowers, being born from one and all.” Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow at that, he turned the robe he was working on and began to work on the back.

“I thought you were born from the shadows?” Mumbled the sage.

“Both.” Macaque felt the King's curious gaze and decided to elaborate a little. “I'm born from the shadows gathering inside of a plum blossom bud for one year.”

“Aw, that means you bloomed? That's adorable.” Macaque fondly rolled his eyes at this.

“Then how were you born?”

“From a stone egg gathering the power of the earth, the egg hatched once thunder struck it.”

“Dramatic.” Snorted the black-furred monkey.

“I like grand entrances.” They fell in a peaceful silence after this, each enjoying their own hobbies. Sun Wukong was lounging on his wooden couch while Macaque was on a silk napkin created especially for him by one of the sage hair. The silk didn't hurt his knees contrary to the wood and it was comfortable.

“Maybe I should create a pocket for you in my clothes.” Suddenly said the sage as he peeked over Macaque with an excited smile.

“Really? You want me to go in your pocket?”

“Well, I'm always afraid you'll fall when you're on my shoulder.” Whined Sun Wukong, mayhaps he also wanted the pocket to be on his chest and carry Macaque close to his heart, but the lil guy didn't need to know this.

“If the pocket is comfortable I'll consider it.” Huffed Macaque with the hint of a smile. “I made some powder for the elder who had trouble with his back, the one you told me about, it's the green vial.”

“You know you could give it to them yourself.” Pointed out Sun Wukong, Macaque huffed with flushed cheeks and averted his eyes.

“I may get along with the younglings but still I'm not part of your troop.”

“You could be.” Whispered Sun Wukong with a hint of longing. Macaque stilled for one second before shaking his head and resuming his brewing. It was not the first time the topic of the troop came between them. Sun Wukong was always eager to include him but Macaque had his reluctances. He liked to show off his stories to the younglings and he did see the olders watch him from afar, some even nodded at him, apparently grateful that he entertained the cubs. He also supplied medicines to the King for the bruised and sick, but he never truly interacted with monkeys outside of the sage and the cubs. Some part of him was scared of truly being part of a group. Having a friend was fine, having fans was troubling but he could deal with it, but being part of a troop? Being in an active community? It was something he never did, the unknown at its utmost. Macaque was scared of that.

He was born alone and lived alone for a long time. Not fully fae but also not fully monkey, he had no places. Some giants even chased him because of his oddity, finding his rarity entertaining. Macaque wasn't ready to be part of something bigger than him. Mayhaps, one day he will be ready, but not for now. No. He was still trying to get used to friendship after all. Speaking of friendship, Macaque was experiencing one of his first great crisis with relationships. From what he understood and the specks of conversations carried by the wind, the brotherhood was planning to attack Heaven at the end of summer. And while Macaque had told himself to let Sun Wukong make his own decisions, he was also torn by the need to warn him about the consequences, the dangerosity of this endeavor. He knew he shouldn't dictate Sun Wukong's life, but sometimes he just wished he could lock him behind the water-curtain cave and protect him from the outside world. Those odd urges were becoming stronger and stronger as the planned attack approached.

“Hey… So you still want to follow through with the attack on Heaven and all?” Asked Macaque as he bit his lower lip.

“Yeah of course, man, I'm so excited for it! You know when we will take over Heaven I'll give you anything you want!” Chirped Sun Wukong with a thumping tail.

“I don't need anything.” Sighed the macaque, a little bit fond. “You know it's dangerous, right? The Jade Emperor is… ruthless sometimes.”

“It'll be fine. We're not gonna lose.” Shrugged the sage, Macaque sighed, but he couldn't do anything more than that. Sun Wukong was allowed to do anything he wanted with his life and Macaque didn't want to take this freedom away from him.

He simply hoped everything we'll go well for his friend.

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Older monkey *At new mom struggling with both her babies* : You know you could leave them to the lil shadow. 😌

New mom : the lil shadow?🤔

Older monkey : a friend of our king, he entertain the younglings with his shadows and they adore him. You could have the afternoon to relax.

New mom : so that's what lil Yue and lil Yong were fighting about!😲

Older monkey : they were fighting?🤨

New mom : yeah for being the shadow club president or something. 😅

SWK : look I made you a new robe!

Macaque : Oh it looks good, let me try it on!

Macaque proceed to shed his clothing

SWK : w-wait let me turn around!! 🫣

Macaque : you know we're both monkeys? 🤨

SWK quickly turns around with flushed cheeks and a puffed out fur.

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#mini mac au #shadowpeach #lmk #shadowpeach fanfic #Wukong is creating a whole new wardrobe for Mac #He has fun with it!#Mac is just like a lil witch #Lot of knowledge on plants and herbs

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 8 months ago

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☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Twenty-Two

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.5k

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The ship docks at Hotaru Island, the air thick with the scent of lavender and the distant hum of fireflies waiting to start their nightly dance. You step onto the gangplank, your simple dress fluttering in the warm breeze. Everyone had their own tasks to complete before meeting up at the local tavern for dinner. Everyone but you. You hadn't really decided who you wanted to accompany, but at least you did know one thing: You need space from Shanks, yet again.

Your eyes scan the men, and land on Hongo, who sits on a crate, scribbling in his notebook. His brow is furrowed, lost in concentration.

You approach him quietly, standing close enough to see the list of medical supplies he’s noting down.

“What’s on the agenda today, Doc?”

Hongo looks up, surprised but not displeased. You had been off, yet again, because of your arguments with Shanks. It would be good to get you away from the ship. “Aria. I’m making a list of things we need to restock the infirmary. Care to join me?”

You nod eagerly. “Sure. I’d like that.”

He stands, tucking the notebook into his pocket. Together, you navigate through the market streets, stalls bursting with colors and scents. The vendors call out their wares, but Hongo seems focused, knowing exactly where to go.

“Do you always know what you need off the top of your head?” you ask as you weave through a throng of people.

Hongo chuckles. “Years of practice. Plus, I like to keep my supplies well-organized. You know how OCD Benn is, he'd mutiny if the medical supplies aren't in order.”

You stop at a stall selling herbs and medicinal plants. Hongo inspects them with practiced hands, picking out a few bundles and exchanging some Berries with the vendor.

“These are for antiseptics,” he explains as he hands them to you.

You cradle the herbs carefully, feeling their rough texture against your fingers. The simple task makes you feel useful.

Next, Hongo leads you to an apothecary’s shop filled with glass jars and vials. The air inside is heavy with the smell of spices and tinctures. He greets the shopkeeper warmly before discussing various remedies and ointments.

“Grab that bottle of iodine,” Hongo instructs, pointing to a shelf above your head.

You reach up on tiptoes, fingers brushing against the cool glass before securing it in your hand. You hand it over to Hongo who adds it to his growing collection of supplies.

As you leave the shop, arms laden with packages and bundles, you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. “Thanks for letting me tag along,” you say.

Hongo smiles warmly at you. “It’s good to have company. And extra hands. But something tells me that you needed an excuse to get away from the ship…”

You take a deep breath, adjusting the bundles in your arms. “It’s Shanks. Things have been…tense between us lately.”

Hongo nods, waiting for you to continue. Everyone had been noticing the off and on tension between you and captain.

“It’s about me staying on the ship,” you say, the words spilling out faster now. “Shanks doesn’t want me to feel trapped or like I’m missing out on exploring the world because of him. But I just want to be happy, and right now, being with him and all of you makes me happy.”

Hongo listens intently, his expression thoughtful. “That sounds complicated. Have you told Shanks how you feel?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling up. “I’ve tried, but every time we talk about it, we end up arguing. He thinks he’s doing what’s best for me by pushing me away, but it just makes things harder.”

Hongo stops at another stall to pick up a few more supplies, his movements deliberate as he considers your words.

“He cares about you a lot,” Hongo says finally. “Maybe he just needs time to understand that your happiness is tied to being with him.”

You nod, appreciating his perspective but still feeling the weight of uncertainty.

As you near the edge of the market, you see the tavern where the rest of the crew is supposed to meet up later. Hongo turns to you with a gentle smile.

“Why don’t I take these supplies back to the ship?” he offers.

“No,” you interrupt quickly, shaking your head for emphasis. “I’ll take them back myself. You go ahead and get us a table at the tavern. I could use some time alone to think.”

Hongo studies your face for a moment before nodding in agreement. You needed to sort your relationship problems out by yourself. “Alright then. But don’t hesitate to come find us if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Hongo,” you say softly.

You make your way back to the ship, lost in thought as you navigate through the bustling streets of the port town. The weight of the supplies in your arms serves as a reminder of your place among the pirates, but your mind is preoccupied with your unraveling relationship with Shanks.

As you approach the pier, you see the massive shape of the Red Force towering over the water. The sight of it brings a mix of emotions: happiness from being a home, but also sadness as you're reminded of the tension between you and the captain. You climb aboard, greeted by the familiar scent of salt and wood.

You carry the supplies to the medical room, each step echoing your mixed emotions. The room is cool and smells faintly of antiseptics and herbs. Carefully, you place the bundles of medicinal plants on the counter and start sorting through the vials and bottles Hongo had chosen. Each item finds its place on the shelves, lined up in a precise order that you’ve come to understand from watching Hongo.

Each shelf has a metal cover that gets closed in between uses so the bottles don't fall from the shelf and break. When you place the last bottle on the shelf, you pull down the metal cover and lock it in place before turning to the various packages of suture needles, i.v.’s, and other assorted sharps.

You kneel to check the crates, making sure they’re secure and won’t tip over during the next voyage. Your fingers run along the rough wood, tightening the lids and securing the latches. It seems secure enough.

As you stand and dust off your hands, you turn around and freeze. Shanks leans against the door jamb, one foot crossed over the other. His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of frustration and longing swirling in their depths.

“Aria,” he starts, his voice low but steady.

Your heart skips a beat at his tone. “Shanks.”

He pushes off from the door frame and takes a step into the room. “We need to talk.”

You cross your arms, more for comfort than defiance. “About what?”

“About us.” His eyes search yours for understanding. “I know things have been rough between us lately.” The again went left unsaid.

“You think?” The sarcasm slips out before you can stop it. "I am beginning to think I should just move my ass to the crew quarters!"

“Watch your language,” Shanks warns, his voice a growl that vibrates through the room. "And I’ll continue to pretend you haven't been getting lessons on how to curse."

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips and raised an elegant eyebrow. “What are you going to do, captain? Spank me?”

The challenge in your voice hangs in the air between you two. For a moment, he stands still, eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and something else entirely. Before you can react, he strides forward, closing the distance between you in two long steps. His hand grips your arm, spinning you around so fast that your breath catches in your throat.

He pushes you against a stack of crates, the wood cool against your flushed skin. You feel his breath hot on your neck as his fingers grasp at the skirt of your dress and rake it up to your hip. Then without pause, his hand comes down on your backside with a sharp smack. The sting sends a shockwave through your body, making you yelp.

“You think this is a game?” His voice is low, dangerously controlled.

You barely have time to process his words before his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear. With one swift motion, he yanks them down to your knees. The sudden exposure makes your heart race even faster and your fingers dig into the wood you are pressed against.

Before you can utter a word, he positions himself behind you. The sound of his belt buckle clinking open and the rustle of fabric are the only warnings you get before he thrusts into you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. A whine tears itself from your throat and your head drops back against Shanks' shoulder.

Shanks thrusts into you with a raw, unyielding force that leaves you breathless. Each movement sends shivers up your spine, your fingers digging into the rough wood of the crates for support. His right hand grips your hip tightly, pulling you back against him with every stroke forward.

The intensity of his movements leaves no room for words, only gasps and moans escaping your lips. The sounds of your bodies colliding echo in the small, enclosed space, mingling with the creaks of the ship around you.

Your mind races, caught between the overwhelming sensation and the flood of emotions coursing through you. The tension that had been building between you two finds its release in this raw, primal connection.

Shanks' breath is hot against your neck as he leans in closer, his grip on your hip tightening. You can feel the power in his movements, the pent-up frustration and desire pouring out with every thrust.

You push back against him, meeting his rhythm with equal fervor. The pleasure builds rapidly, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Your nails dig into the crates as you fight to keep yourself upright.

Shanks' voice is a low growl in your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" His words are punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out.

You nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. The intensity of the moment consumes you both, leaving no room for anything but this raw connection.

The heat between you builds to a fever pitch, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Your body trembles under his relentless pace, each thrust driving you closer to release.

Finally, with a strangled cry, you feel yourself shatter around him. Your muscles tighten and convulse as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your legs tremble and shake beneath you, lasting ripples of your orgasm washing through every part of your body. When you suck in a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing, Shanks lips find your neck and begins to place elongated kisses there.

Shanks’ lips trail down your neck, his kisses deliberate and lingering. Each touch of his mouth sends electric jolts through your body, making you squirm against him. Your breathing comes in ragged gasps as his hand holds you firmly in place, preventing any escape from the intoxicating sensations he’s eliciting.

You can’t take it any longer. The need to feel his lips on yours overwhelms you. With a sudden burst of energy, you turn around to face him, your eyes locking onto his with a fiery intensity.

Before he can react, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him toward you. Your lips crash together in a fierce kiss, all the pent-up emotions and desire pouring out in that single moment. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as the kiss deepens.

You kiss Shanks with a fervor that borders on desperation, mouths open and tongues tangling in a dance of raw need. The taste of him consumes you, a heady mix of salt and something uniquely Shanks. His favorite whiskey perhaps? Your fingers clutch at his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as his hand finds the small of your back, pressing you against the crates behind you.

Without breaking the kiss, Shanks' lifts you effortlessly and you feel yourself being placed on the crates. The feel of his muscles flexing beneath your hands makes you moan in appreciation. His hand soon moves with purpose, shoving your skirt aside with a sense of urgency that matches your own. The cool air hits your wet, exposed skin, heightening every sensation as his fingers trace a path up your inner thigh.

Then he’s there, filling you again with a force that makes you moan against his mouth and arch your back. The rhythm he sets is relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Your nails dig into his shoulders, holding on as waves of pleasure roll through you.

The crates creak beneath you with each movement, the sound mingling with your breathless moans and the raw grunts escaping Shanks' lips. Every stroke sends sparks of electricity coursing through your veins, your body responding to him in ways you’ve never experienced before. Not even with him. It's just not enough, you'll never have enough if him to be fully satisfied. Some part of your body will always long for his touch.

Shanks thrusts into you with a relentless rhythm, each movement driving you closer to the edge once more. The intensity of his pace leaves you breathless, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you as the pleasure builds.

“Shanks,” you gasp, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He responds with a low growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you even closer. His lips find yours again, and the kiss is hot and demanding, a perfect mirror of the fervor between your bodies.

The pleasure mounts rapidly, each stroke pushing you higher and higher until it feels like you might burst from the intensity of it all. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving marks as you cling to him.

You feel the coil of heat in your cunt tighten to an almost unbearable degree. Shanks seems to sense it too, his movements becoming even more focused, each thrust aimed at driving you over the edge.

With one final, powerful stroke, the coil snaps. Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, every muscle in your body tensing and convulsing with the force of it. You throw your head back against the crates and scream out his name as pleasure rips through every part of your being.

Shanks continues to move within you, drawing out every last tremor of your climax until you're left trembling and breathless beneath him. His own breathing is ragged, and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest once again.

As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, you're left feeling utterly spent but profoundly satisfied. Once again you have fucked out all your frustrations. But simply expelling these emotions will not solve the problem existing between you. Your cheek drops to his shoulder as you tiredly close your eyes. The raw passion that exists between you is undeniable, but it can't erase the reality of your circumstances.

Date Published: 6/28/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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#shanks x you #shanks x reader #red haired shanks #one piece shanks #shanks #one piece #opla shanks

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