#it’s easier to care from a distance. less of a sit back and watch thing more of a

[cherrysnax]

@ anon sorry I accidentally deleted ur ask!! to answer ur question though, I think it’s a bad idea because.. i fear rejection i guess and I suppose what I fear more is the opposite

[byunpum]

Mama's Boy | Part 6 (final)

Pair: Jake x neytiri x human reader (trio couple) x sully children's

Warning: conflict, family problems, soft moments.

Note: You don't know how difficult it is to do something again that you already had done. I tried to make it like the previous one, but I think I'm missing some parts. Still, it's quite long. And I feel like it was lacking in the end… I wish it was the work I had already done, because that was great. Still, I hope you like this part a lot. Thank you very much for your support with this mini-series. There are many more coming!! btw I recently opened a KO-Fi…. if you want to leave any tips or support I would appreciate it (it would help me to buy real coffee xD).

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6(final)

You had to live with the continuous rejection since you agreed to be a couple with jake and neytiri. That was something you knew was going to happen. But when it was just you, everything was cool, you never cared. You always ignored the bad comments and went on with your life as if nothing had happened. But as soon as you became lo'ak's mother, things changed. Now you were a mother, one who wanted to be accepted among the group of mothers in the clan. When it was only neytiri who had neteyam, you used to accompany her. And nobody said anything…but now it was difficult. They were always saying comments about you and lo'ak. How they didn't believe that you were his mother, or that you weren't good enough for him and your family. Somehow this started to get to you. Trying to protect lo'ak was always difficult for you, but you always managed to find a way. But now you felt you weren't…much less in your current state.

You hadn't seen your family for months, now you have the chance to be reunited with them. And it seems that since you arrived things have gone from bad to worse. Or so that woman says…ronal. You didn't want her words to affect you, but hell…they were. You felt bad for your family, for lo'ak and even for the child that was on the way. It would have been easier if you had never involved yourself with Jake, and that your children could have a normal family, that lo'ak could have a normal family. He would have been happier.

You had left Ronal's hut, you were walking slowly. You still didn't want to go home, you knew everyone already knew the news. And even you didn't know how to react. You just passed by the shore, and you noticed that in the distance you could see lo'ak. He was alone…you knew from his posture that he was sad. You carefully descend the woven paths, and jump down to the sand. To now close in on your child. -"Hey…" you speak, watching as the boy turns and smiles softly. "Hi..mom" lo'ak turns, to stretch out his hand. Helping you to sit next to him, you settle in. Pulling your knees to your chest, the night was cold for your liking. "Mom, are you feeling better? Neteyam said you are in serious condition" says lo'ak you could see the worried eyes. You stroke his arm a little, holding it now to make him come closer to you. "I'm fine…I'm just a little sick, that's all," you explain.

"mom said you were pregnant, is that true?" asks lo'ak, you look up to see him. You could notice how his little ears pinned back. - "I see the news is spreading fast around here….but yes." You touch your stomach, then look up at lo'ak. - "There's a baby here," you say, looking back out to sea. Lo'ak notices this reaction of yours, something was happening to you. You weren't his mother as usual…you looked sad.

"Aren't you happy?" asks Lo'ak. -And you? What do you think?" you ask him back. Lo'ak was silent for a moment, looking sideways. He thinks carefully about his answer. "Well… I feel jealous" says lo'ak pouting a little. This makes you chuckle a little, he looked so adorable. "Well… yes I'm happy, I just feel even bad and…nothing" you didn't want to worry lo'ak anymore. He was still so young, you didn't want him to carry your stupid traumas. He had been through so much at such a young age, and telling him your problems wouldn't help him much. -Mom… will you still love me?" lo'ak looks at you with wide eyes. - "My baby… the arrival of this baby won't change anything… sure, he'll get a little attention because he's the youngest. But you will always be my prince" you pull lo'ak to you, watching the boy. He settles down, to lay his head in your lap. Settling down in the sand. - "mama loves you so much…so so much" you speak, stroking lo'ak's hair. You look down, to see him. He was growing so fast, you still couldn't believe it.

After a while, you and Lo'ak decide to go back to the hut. When you enter you can see that everyone in the family was there, it seems that you were waiting for you. - "Hello" you greet, stepping carefully inside. While lo'ak was in the back making sure you were okay. You were still a little weak. Neytiri gets up from where she was, approaching you towards her. -"you're supposed to be with ronal" says neytiri, seeing you roll your eyes.

. -I'd rather die at home," you joke, but you see kiri and tuk's little face is one of worry. "are you going to die?!!!" tuk starts to whine. "No, no honey…it's a joke" you try to apologize to the little girl. -" No, she gave me this medicine and told me I could come back…I'm better" you speak, but you can see neytiri's and jake's face. It was one of happiness, they were waiting for you to say something about the creature that was on its way. -"Besides…I heard that you had already come with the news that I was pregnant" you cross your arms. Neytiri laughs nervously, "I'm sorry, I'm excited." You give Neytiri a smile.

You knew how exciting this news was for everyone. You had hoped to be pregnant for so many years, and it never happened. After lo'ak you wanted to have a baby two years later, but nothing. Neytiri was always there for you. As much as you, she also hoped that you would have a baby. But hopes were lost with time. Even when neytiri announced that she was expecting tuk, she felt bad for telling you the news, neytiri felt that she had betrayed you. You responded to her, telling her she was a fool, you were so happy for the arrival of little tuk. You were so happy about the arrival of the little tuk that you eventually forgot the idea of having another child. But here you are… you finally got what you were looking for. And you felt so guilty at the same time.

That night everyone had a quiet dinner, no one argued and everything was peaceful. Celebrating the news of a new member. Neteyam was teasing lo'ak, saying that he would no longer be your baby. While kiri was playing along. Meanwhile, tuk put his ear to your stomach, hoping to hear something -" I can just hear your guts mom" tuk pouts in annoyance, and you start laughing." Baby…it's still too small" jake says, he was next to you, he had you wrapped in his arms. "But I'm supposed to be able to hear him…he doesn't talk" tuk complains, she didn't know much about babies. "Don't worry…when he's born he's going to talk to you a lot" says neytiri, taking tuk on her lap. "I want it to be a girl…so she can be my best friend" tuk settles down on neytiri's chest, looking for the sleep. "Well…whatever it is, she/he is going to be your best friend, I promise" you watch as tuk smiles softly. And begins to drift off to sleep. Eventually all the children begin to go to their beds. Leaving only the adults awake.

Neytiri settled tuk in her hammock, and went over to where you and Jake were sitting. You were both outside the marui, talking. "Well…they're finally asleep," jokes Neytiri, sitting down next to Jake. "And wait till this little kid gets here…. the calm will go away" jake laughs a little, touching your stomach. But he can tell how serious you were. Jake looks at neytiri, to make sure she noticed your behavior too. You didn't used to be like that, you looked sad. Like something was wrong with you. Jake thinks you are still upset with him…but you had said that this discussion was going to end. -"Ma y/n…is something wrong?" asks Neytiri, getting up from Jake's side to sit on your right side. Bringing her whole body closer to your side. -" Yes…just, I feel a little sick" you speak. You don't want them to start asking questions.

"You're sure…because you looked fine a while ago" Jake knows something is wrong with you. You sigh loudly, taking a deep breath -" I think it would be best if I went back to camp" you begin to speak. -" Y/n…you can't go back to camp. They know who you are…they are looking for us and they can hurt you. No…you stay here with us" jake was getting a little agitated, it was too dangerous for you to go back. The situation with the RDA was quiet, but that didn't mean they wouldn't attack. Neytiri touches Jake's shoulder to calm him down. -"But why do you want to come back, don't you want to be with us?" asks Neytiri, she seemed to be calm. "Of course I want to be here…I love all this…but I feel that I am a problem for you. You guys were peaceful before I was here. Since I've been here it's been all arguments and problems. I want to go back and leave you alone" you had started to cry, you felt so silly. Here making a drama out of something so stupid.

"Why do you think that? Ma y/n you are not a problem for us, never say that" neytiri hugs you on her chest, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head. -Y/n look at me" jake takes your chin to look at him a little. " We have arguments like any other family, and that's normal. This whole situation of a new home…I know it must be hard for you. If it's hard for us, it must be twice as hard for you." Jake speaks. -" But you're not the cause of any of our problems…if we're talking about someone causing problems, it would be me. Because I bet if you two were alone, you'd be happy" that comment from Jake makes you laugh a little. Neytiri wipes the tears from your cheeks. "I know that being a sky people…and the whole acceptance thing has always made you uncomfortable and maybe it's a problem for a lot of people. But not for us, not for me. You are our family…and we will always be united," says Neytiri as she caresses your cheek.

"Let's stop crying, it's not good for you. Neither you nor our baby" Neytiri pulls down a little, and gives you a soft kiss. "See…I'm the one who's left over here" jake jokes, making you both laugh, breaking the awkward moment. You take his hand, inviting him to join you. -"By the way…why were you thinking those things?" neytiri asks. You pull away from her a little. "Ahh it was a comment ronal made…but never mind" you watch as neytiri's ears perk up and her nose wrinkles. "calm baby" jake says, looking at neytiri. You knew what neytiri thought of ronal. They had been in the metkayina clan for a while and she still couldn't tolerate that woman. But she would deal with this, neytiri wasn't going to leave it at that. ++++ The next morning, you felt a little better. Better in health and in spirits. You needed to have that talk with Neytiri and Jake. Their opinion was very important to you and setting the record straight helped you feel better. Jake and neytiri left early for a day of hunting that tonowari and ao'nung invited them to, while you stayed at the marui with lo'ak, kiri and tuk. Neytiri had gone for a 'walk', she didn't tell you exactly where she was going. But you didn't think much of it, Neytiri wasn't a troublemaker, so you stayed calm. -"Good morning mama" lo'ak just got up, sitting down next to you. You were humming, while tucking one of his braids behind his ears. "Are you hungry? Here's some fruit" you hand him his portion of fruit. The boy was snoozing, still sleepy. "Ahh my poor baby" you hug lo'ak. -"A giant ugly baby," says Kiri. The girl had been sitting next to you. Lo'ak pulls out his tongue at his sister, they were about to start arguing, when you scold them.-"Hey, it's too early for you to start with your stuff, let's eat" you say, taking Kiri's hand so that she sits next to you and starts eating. Tuk was still asleep, so you leave her alone.

"Lo'ak…after you finish eating, could you please go get some more fruit." you speak, you see lo'ak nod his head, the boy had his mouth full. "Kiri…you should go and join your brother" you can hear the girl complain, "ahhh mama!!!" kiri complains, lately she wanted to stay all day at the marui. You knew she missed spider, but it wasn't right for her to do nothing all day. "You're going to go and stretch your feet and hands and your whole body, yes?" you look at Kiri, she was grim-faced. Sometimes she looked so much like grace, you adored her. "Ok, I'll go…but I'll come back quickly. I want to be with you" kiri rolls her eyes, and keeps eating. After eating kiri and lo'ak walked out of marui, leaving the place still and quiet. You hope that this day will continue to be quiet. But you are not aware of what Neytiri was about to do.

Neytiri had a mission when she woke up that morning, and she was going to accomplish it. No one was going to talk about her partner, no one. And for Ronal to say those words to you, it hurt her very much. Neytiri knew that she was not very welcome in the clan, and the only reason they were still there. It was because they needed it and because Tonowari had accepted it. She arrives at where ronal was, the woman was on her way to her marui when she met neytiri. "hello," says ronal. And neytiri greets her, insisting that they should talk. Ronal thinks for a moment, she had already dealt with Neytiri. And she knew she was a strong woman, and that the only reason she would talk to her is because something had happened. Ronal invites Neytiri into her marui. Neytiri sits down, analyzing the whole situation around her. -"So what brings you here?" asks Ronal.

"First I'm grateful for the help towards y/n, thank you" says neytiri. Seeing how ronal lowers her head and laughs to herself. -"Yes, you're welcome, after all that's my job," says ronal.

"yesterday… when y/n came out of your marui, she told us that you had told her that it was better for her to go back to the jungle, and that we were better off without her. I'd rather you stay out of our business and save your opinions," says neytiri, and from the tone of voice it didn't sound kind. Neytiri didn't care what position Ronal had, no one was going to meddle in her business. -"I don't think I said anything that wasn't true, or am I wrong?" ronal knows how to get neytiri out of her mind. "Our life as a family is not your business," neytiri says.

"What family? The strange inter-species gathering you have, because you yourselves became a point of opinion when you accepted that demon into your family" spits ronal. Neytiri takes a deep breath, clenching her hands. "I recommend you keep quiet…" says neytiri, trying to control herself. "I thought it was a joke when they said that demon was your mate, but now it turns out you have a half-Na'vi child and another on the way, who knows how I will come." Ronal doesn't know what she is provoking. Neytiri is holding back, but it is driving her point across. "She will still be a demon, and everything that comes from her will be" those were ronal's last words, until neytiri got up from the ground. Pulling out her knife in one swift movement. Approaching ronal, she curled her up in her seat.

Placing the weapon to her neck. "Let this be the first and last time you talk about my family like that…you don't know how things happened. I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TALK SHIT ABOUT MY MATE AND MY CHILDREN, EVER!!!" neytiri screams. The woman is furious, neytiri had been through a lot of anger with you, and it wasn't because of you. It was not because of you, but because of the people around her.

Neytiri was not a fan of humans, if she could be away from them so much the better. But she loved you, you were different for her. She saw you as a creature and not as a human. You and neytiri have known each other for years, since grace school. You know everything neytiri has been through and you have always been there for her. It was painful for her when you two had to move away from each other, it was almost like another loss for her. But since you two became a couple with Jake, her anger about the comments made to you had grown. The na'vi saying nasty things about you, no matter that your children were there. Saying that you were too extra in their family. But when neytiri was going to react to those comments, you were always there to stop her, telling her to ignore them. But yesterday, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Neytiri had gone through so much these past few months, and when she finally felt a little happiness with the arrival of you and a new baby, this idiot comes to ruin her life. This idiot came to ruin it, she was annoyed. Why weren't you here to stop her. -"I recommend you put down that knife," says Ronal, looking into Neytiri's eyes. These were black with fury.

By coincidence or by pure luck. Kiri and lo'ak were passing by ronal and tonowari's marui. When they saw the situation forming, lo'ak and kiri immediately run to stop their mother. Lo'ak grabs neytiri from behind, pulling her off of ronal. -"Mom, what's wrong? Calm down!!!" says lo'ak, while kiri stands in front of her mother hugging her. Neytiri is a little upset, screaming to be released. But her children were holding her back, they didn't understand what was going on. -"Kiri goes and gets dad," lo'ak orders Kiri. The girl runs off as fast as she can to look for her father. While lo'ak tries to reassure her mother. -Mom calm down, why are you acting like this?" lo'ak is confused, he has never seen his mother act like this before. "Don't you dare say a damn thing about my family!!!" shouts neytiri.

In the family marui…

Jake arrived with neteyam, carrying a basket full of fish. "Love…look at all the stuff we brought, neteyam was amazing. Next time I'm going to take lo'ak with me" jake was so happy, coming up to give you a quick kiss. "mmm I see, congratulations" you kiss him back. Moving closer to neteyam, to help him. "Thank you mom," says neteyam. - "Honey…go and eat your breakfast, yes?" you say. Handing him his fruit packet, your poor boy had left very early and you know he hadn't eaten. "hey, where's neytiri and the kids?" asks jake, sitting down next to you. "Neytiri told me she was going for a walk and told the kids to go get more fruit" you say. -Perfect" says Jake getting down to give you a kiss on your shoulder. "I love you…I don't like it when you're mad at me" Jake speaks in your ear. You laugh a little, because you were still mad at him. But he knew how to play your game.-"mmm we'll see…I love you too" you look up, waiting for jake to give you a kiss. When an altered kiri runs up to marui. "DADDY I NEED YOUR HELP WITH MOM, SHE IS DISCUSSING WITH RONAL, SHE HAD HIS KNIFE ON HER NECK" kiri yells, the girl was so upset. "What?" you guys stand up quickly. Following the girl. "Neteyam, kiri stay with tuk, please" you ask that favor, and walk out behind jake.

Tonowari had arrived on the scene, trying to calm everything down. "SHE was the one who started saying all those things!!!" neytiri is defending herself. "I told the truth!!!" ronal on the other hand defending her point. While tonowari was trying to understand what happened. He had in front of him two women with a strong character. Jake approaches and you were behind him. "Mom" lo'ak walks up to you, holding your hand. "What happened?" you ask, this was crazy. Lo'ak looks at you, lifting his shoulders. Neytiri was screaming and so was ronal. And on the other side was Tonowari and jake. - "mom come on, let's go!!!" lo'ak was dragging you with him. The boy didn't want you to be there, he thought it was a dangerous situation. Little by little you move away from the group, and you decide to listen to lo'ak. And you both walk towards your marui.

You were nervous, because lo'ak didn't know what had happened, much less you. And the best thing you did was to walk away, you are getting really sick. Suddenly you see how jake and neytiri enter. - "neytiri all that…" jake starts. - "Nobody is going to be talking about my family, my children…nobody." neytiri was so upset. "What's going on?" you get up from the floor, looking at jake. - "listen to me…we will stay here until the baby is born, then we will leave" says jake. What was going on, this was a lot of information to process. But with the look Jake and Neytiri were giving you, you knew they were serious. This was a choice they had made, and they had no intention of changing it.

When the dust settled, Jake explained everything. This agreement he made with Tonowari. After all the discussion was calmed down and explained. Tonowari knew that Ronal could be cruel when he spoke and didn't mean what he said. So he didn't blame neytiri too much for reacting that way, but he also had to defend his partner. Jake couldn't believe what that woman said about his partner and son. This was the limit, he was grateful for everything they had done, but everything had a limit and Ronal had passed it. So it was decided that when you gave birth, they would go somewhere else. Tonowari insisted that they stay, but jake refused. -"But we could leave now," you say. -"I think it's best to wait for the baby to be born, and for you to be healthy. Then we'll go" Jake looks at Neytiri. She was the one who had the idea, she couldn't stand to be around that woman anymore. -"It's for the best!" says Neytiri.

That same night, jake approached lo'ak. The boy had done a great job, defending his mothers. Jake was proud of how he had acted. Lo'ak was cleaning some fish, as Jake had told him earlier. Jake went over and started to help him. "You know… I'm proud of you. You were very brave out there, thank you for helping" says jake, noticing how lo'ak's little eyes widen with excitement. Lo'ak thinks it's the first time his father has ever told him he was proud of him. After the encounter with the RDA, things between them had mended somewhat, but not for long. And seeing that his father was now trying to get closer to him was pleasing to him. "That's what you should do, sir," says lo'ak, lowering his head. "dad…you can call me dad" jake smiles at lo'ak. " dad" lo'ak speaks, leaning closer to his father.

Neytiri and you were watching everything from afar, both of you shared a few glances. You were happy, that finally their relationship was at a good point.

8 months later…

Your pregnancy went normally, no problems had occurred. Although the atmosphere was a little heavy, nothing happened. You always had someone by your side, and there was always lo'ak behind you. Since that accident, lo'ak never left you alone at any time. And you were also grateful for the company of your child, the pregnancy had been very tiring for you. After long months, liuk was born… a beautiful baby girl. A girl with human appearance, but with na'vi characteristics. Na'vi ears, with a tail and her distinguished Queue. She was also of human size, she was very strange. But precious and unique at the same time. Everyone in the family could not believe what they were seeing, this was very strange.

"Mom…no wonder your belly was so small" says neteyam, looking at her newborn sister. Compared to when you were pregnant with lo'ak your belly was bigger than normal, but with liuk…everything went like a normal pregnancy. -"Yes" your voice sounded tired, the delivery was quite fast, but painful. Neytiri at your side, taking care of you. She had attended your entire delivery, along with Jake. She said she didn't want Ronal's help, she wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. On the other hand Jake looked worried, you looked very weak. In a week they were supposed to leave for somewhere else, but on second thought, he doesn't think it's right. He thinks it's not the right thing to do.

Lo'ak was sitting on your right side, holding your hand. Drawing circles on your palm, while his sisters watched and carried the baby. He hadn't been holding her, he was worried about you. It had been a couple of hours, and you still felt very tired. "lo'ak…love why don't you say hello to your little sister" you look at him, laughing a little. You knew he was nervous, telling kiri to hand the baby over to lo'ak. He holds her carefully, - "she is…very small" says lo'ak. You laugh, you were watching your baby holding your new baby. You wanted to die of tenderness. Lo'ak touched the baby's nose, and then her tiny feet. His baby sister was so tiny and adorable. -"She looks just like when lo'ak was a baby, doesn't she," said Jake, moving closer to lo'ak to take a closer look at his daughter. "Yes… they look just like each other," says Neytiri. Jake takes the baby in his arms, to put her on his chest. He was afraid… very afraid to leave.

Leaving this clan was dangerous, very dangerous. And now he felt much more afraid… they had a new member in the family. And one who was very weak, you had to hide and not expose yourselves in this way. He knows what had happened, but you could all come to an agreement. Jake had to talk to you and Neytiri about it. They had a safe home, their children had already adapted and they had a newborn. They had to stay. That same afternoon, without wasting any time, Jake decided to talk to Neytiri and set the record straight. He made her understand that the best thing to do was to stay in the clan. Neytiri did not take this well, she wanted to leave. But she also understood Jake's point, things could get worse. Neytiri apologized to Ronal, and the woman apologized to her. Tonowari and Jake argued and left everything in a good state. After all, nothing had happened between the families, just that misunderstanding. Although neytiri prefers ronal to stay away from her family.

After three months, life seemed to be calmer. Things seemed to be back to normal. There were no arguments and everything was harmonious. You were on the beach, with lo'ak. You were still healing, but you were feeling better. Meanwhile lo'ak was holding his baby sister on his chest in a kangaroo that you and neytiri had made. The baby had grown a little, but still looked human-sized. You had talked to Norm, who told you that in a couple of days he would see the baby. Everything about her was impressive. -"Mom…I think she's heavier," says lo'ak, stroking his baby sister's head. "mmm I think a little…but that much" you were looking for some snails to make something nice for the baby. - "mom look at that over there" lo'ak points to the sand, watching you reach for it. Without noticing ronal's presence.

The woman had approached you, silently. She felt like she owed you an apology. After talking to jake and neytiri. And even with Tonowari…she owes you an apology. It was very wrong of her to say those things about you and your children. She had not taken the task of knowing you, and she only judged you. – “Hello,” she says slowly, seeing how you look at her with surprise. It had been a long time since she last approached you. –“Hello” you speak embarrassed. Lo'ak holds her sister tightly against her chest, protecting her from her. If something happened, he was ready to defend her. –“I come here to apologize…I know that how I have expressed myself towards you, it is not the best way. I hope you forgive me” she says ronal, she still sounded a little smug. But you decide to accept her apology, you wanted to keep the atmosphere as it was at the moment. –“don't worry…everything is fine” you say. You felt so uncomfortable right now.

“Well…take this” Ronal hands you some kind of drink. She looks at you with concern and then you look at her. –“don't worry…it's nothing bad. It will help you heal faster, the recently given birth women of the clan use it” Ronal laughs a little. You accept her gift, and thank her. Ronal says goodbye and continues on his way. Out of nowhere you feel someone take the drink from your hand. “Mom, don't take that…it could be poison,” Lo'ak says, pouting. Caused you to laugh a little. You take a moment to look at the little people in front of you. They were amazing and you had created them. “I love you so much” you touch Lo'ak's face, he laughs a little at you. And he looks at his little sister again. You knew that your children's lives were not going to be easy, but they would always count on your help.

p.s omg, why do I have so much trouble finishing this series, ahh I feel like something is missing!!! ahhhhhh cries in a corner

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[baby-yongbok]

One Shot

Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Despite being a Mafia boss your husband has a big heart. He has a thing about protecting you and your sister, he's sworn his life to keeping you both safe in everyway that he possibly can so when your sisters partner Jisung is found out drunk with another woman your husband goes full protection mode. It doesn't matter that Jisung is his best friend, he'll do anything to protect you two.

Word Count: 1,064

Warnings: Guns, Mentions of blood and injuries, fainting, Mentions of anxiety

A/N: Happy Birthday Dear Minhooooooo, Happy Birthday to youuuuuu. + This is post #1 of the posts that I have planned for our wonderful, Lee Know. The rest will be posted tomorrow! 🎉

Also, this is just a One Shot that I wrote based off of this ongoing daydream that I have 😭 I liked it so I just thought that I'd share it. 💕

✨️Masterlist✨️

 “Minho, please don’t shoot. Don’t shoot.” My hands instinctively wrapped around his waist. I wanted to pull him away from all of this and hold him, I wanted to calm him down and hum to him for hours but no matter how hard I pulled at his shirt he wouldn’t move and he wouldn’t put the gun down. 

“Get back, Y/n.” I know he wants me to listen to him, the bass in his voice tells me so. He means what he says but I just don’t have it in me to leave him.

“Listen, baby you gotta put the -”

“Y/n, back the fuck up.” It would hurt less if he yelled at me but that growl that spilled from his lips already did all of the damage, reluctantly removing my arms from around his waist, I took a step back.

“I told you already, pull the fucking trigger.” The lack of emotion in Jisung’s voice didn’t make it any easier for me to process what was unfolding in front of me. My husband and my sister's fiance were at each other's necks and I’m the only one here to witness it. What makes it worse is that Jisung is Minho's right hand man, everyone looks up to him as a second boss and Minho loves him like a brother.

“What the fuck are you doing out here, Ji? With some bitch you just met. Your pregnant fiancee is probably at home wondering where the hell you are.” 

“You think I want to be home with her listening to her talk and talk about a baby?” Jisung is clearly beyond drunk but what he just said and the laugh that followed isn't helping his case right now. Minho is in full protection mode, he has a habit of getting a bit intense when it comes to someone he cares about, especially my sister and I.

 I’ve heard people say that my husband is a heartless monster who only cares about murdering and money but they don't know him. They don't know how sweet he can be. Even now I can see through his anger, I can see how hurt he is that Jisung would go behind my sister's back when they're months away from starting a family. 

“You made a baby with her, now be a man and go home. Go take care of your fiancee before I put a fucking hole in your chest.” I can’t help but cringe at the thought of Minho shooting him but Jisung doesn’t seem the least bit phased which brings me back to what I said about him being drunk. 

My sister had come to me a week ago saying that Jisung seemed like he was distancing himself and that his anxiety about the baby was getting more and more intense as the months went by but I never thought that it would be bad enough for him to go out to a random bar and get ridiculously wasted.

“ I can’t.” Jisung hangs his head, stumbling towards us a bit and Minho takes the safety off almost as if by instinct. “I’m not gonna be a good dad.” 

Minho slightly lowers his gun and his shoulders relax a bit at the sound of his friend opening up. “What are you talking about? Of course you will.”

“I won't, I can't be good enough for her. Look at what we do for a living.” Sitting on the ground in the alleyway, Jisung pulls his knees to his chest and rests his elbows on them. “She’s too good for me.” 

For the first time since I’ve ever met Jisung I’m standing in front of him and watching him cry. Never in the eight years that I’ve known him have I ever seen him display any emotion besides angry and happy. Minho lowers the gun completely, clicking the safety on before placing it back in the holster on his belt. A weight is instantly lifted off my shoulders once I realize that this entire situation is turning around for the better. 

“Jisung, you gotta go home, man. It’s okay to be scared, that's normal but you can’t go and get wasted then leave with some girl you don’t know at all because you’re scared you won’t be a good father. You gotta try harder than this.” 

“Do you think she will forgive me? For being such a fuck up.” Taking a step closer, Minho runs his hands through his hair. 

“You aren’t a fuck up, you’re scared and that’s fine. You two should talk to someone, I can help you find someone but you gotta do something differently. You can't do reckless shit like this.” Minho stops in front of Han and kneels down to his level.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive me.” 

“Ji, you gotta-” I jumped as Minho was interrupted by the bang of his gun. I swear that it was loud enough to ring in my ears for years to come. It all happened so fast, Minho kneeled down and right when he went to pull Jisung into a hug he snatched the gun out of the open holster and put it to his head. “Han!” 

Minho tackled him, a hopeful attempt at stopping him. I stood there, shocked and praying that the bullet didn’t hit him. Praying that Jisung maybe forgot to click the safety off or Minho got him down just in time. 

“ What the fuck.” Minho groaned laying next to a crying destressed Jisung. 

“You should’ve let me…” Minho sat up and looked at me, anger and concern were shining in his eyes and as if I read his mind I subconsciously pulled out my phone to call for help.

“Y/n, Call Chan and tell him where we are, tell him I’ve been shot and that we need help asap.” 

“You’ve been…” I didn’t want my eyes to trail down his body and search for a gunshot wound. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here but I am and my eyes found exactly what I didn’t want to.

Minho was holding his torso tightly applying pressure to his wound. 

“Y/n, don’t.” I couldn’t even hear Minho say anything to me before I blacked out. I fell to my knees and before I knew it my limp body was sprawled across the ground and everything around me faded into darkness.

[astarionfreak]

You'll hate me (make love)

// Astarion (Ascended) / Fem!Reader

You left Astarion after he completed the ritual. You lost the love of your life. You mourned him. Now, a year later, you return to him in a moment of desperation. Astarion grants you one last night with the man you lost.

or: Ascended Astarion pretends to be his spawn self as Tav's dying wish and they fuck on his grave. Why? Because I felt like it.

18+ • NSFW • 5.3K words (1/1) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

Tags: About to Die, Porn With Plot, Smut, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Gentle Sex, Gentle Kissing, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Blood, Sad, Sad and Sweet, Angst, Bittersweet

Writing soundtrack: Shameful Company | Nothing Matters | Heavy In Your Arms | it is what it is

This is the last place you should be.

He’s not the man you fell in love with. Not anymore. The Rite of Profane Ascension corrupted him — of course it did.

Seven thousand souls were sacrificed. Astarion gained all that power. Something like that doesn’t come without a price. His price was losing you.

You left him. You swore that he’d never see you again after the brain was defeated. And, yet, here you are merely a year later. Standing inside his palace. Waiting to lay your eyes on him one final time.

You were told to sit in a chair at the vast table that fills the middle of the room. You do not sit. Instead, you pace while you wait. You don’t keep track of the time. You don’t want to know how long it’s been since you arrived — how long you have left.

What you do know is that he’s here. He’s messing with your head, even now. This, the making you wait. It’s all part of a game.

That’s all anything is to him anymore. That’s all anyone is, just playthings to keep him entertained.

You’ve just about convinced yourself to leave when his voice stops you. Not his footsteps. His voice. You never even heard him approach, but he’s in the room.

“Well, look who came crawling back after all this time. Have a change of heart, my dear?” His voice has a pleasant lilt, but there’s a touch of vitriol just beneath the surface.

You spin on your heels. Your breath catches in your throat when you finally see him. His sharp features. Those familiar, but distant eyes. The smug look that mocks you now.

“No,” you say.

There was no change of heart. Even if you did want him to take you back, it wouldn’t matter. It’s far too late for that.

“If you’re here to beg for my help, I am more than delighted to tell you the answer is no.” Astarion takes a few strong strides toward you — then he pauses.

His body stiffens, just momentarily, before he slips back into a comfortable stance.

“Astarion . . .”

You forget what you were going to say. You’re too distracted by the way he’s staring at you now. There’s something in his eyes that you could mistake for concern if you didn’t know him better.

“What’s going on, Tav?” he asks.

Not a pet name. No more mocking tone. Just him. Your name coming from his lips sounds like home.

You don’t know what you expected. But it wasn’t this. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t him. This is the thing that stole his face. 

But does it even matter? Do you even care? You came all this way, after all. You know what you came for. You came for him.

One last rotten night.

Your voice shakes when you speak, “You can tell, can’t you?”

He nods stiffly and finally closes the distance between you. His eyes never leave your face. He’s searching for something there that you know he won’t find.

You didn’t want to tell him, not really. You didn’t want this hanging between you, but maybe this is better. Maybe this will make the inevitable easier to swallow.

“How long?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” You watch the muscles in his jaw work through your obvious lie. He is holding back his anger, and his frustration with you.

“Tell me how long you have left, Tav.”

“A day, maybe,” you say. “Maybe less.”

He reaches for you, a warm, gentle hand cupping your face. Warm. Another reminder of the man he isn’t.

You lean into his touch. You crave him. Despite everything, you are happy just to be near the visage of the man you loved. The man who, though he never said it, you know loved you.

You hold your breath.

Astarion seems to be holding his breath too. He’s warm. His heart beats. Everything has changed. The pad of his thumb gently brushes over your cheek. “I’ll fix this.”

You laugh. For the first time in a long time, you laugh and it’s genuine. “There is no fixing this, Astarion. I’m going to die.”

His hand moves down, fingers feather-light as they dance across your neck. Until he finds the place where he bit you the first time he fed.

There are no scars. There is nothing to remind either of you other than the memory alone.

“I’ll turn you,” he says.

There was a time when such words would have sent a chill up your spine. Not anymore. It’s too late for you. Even undeath won’t unwind your fate.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hello!!! I really love ur blog btw can you do a Cody x Yandere fem reader? Like she is more low-key and chill than Sierra, she is more easier to befriend Cody??

Hiiyaa!!💗 Thank you so much for all the love, I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner!!

I hope you all have a wonderful read and a beautiful day💖☀️ CODY X YANDERE! FEMALE! READER ONE SHOT

Ah, Cody.

The love of your life.

You loved him the moment you saw him walking down the dock in the introduction episode.

"Coooooooody! Isn't our couple ship so beautifuuuul?"

Though, this walking encyclopaedia just had to join this year.

But that's alright. You've been patient and it's always rewarded you.

And now, the opportunity has presented itself once again.

“Is she bothering you?” you asked tenderly to Cody before oozing poisonous words to your rival,“Sierra, why are you such a whore?”

She gasps,“Am not! A whore would have eyes for many guys! But not me! I only have eyes for my Codykins!”

You had to hold your scoff in. Her Codykins? Who does she think she is? His girlfriend? His wife? His soulmate? All those positions have already been taken by you!

Straining yourself from the temptation to strangle her, you marched forward with your relaxed demeanour,“Cody, do you like Sierra?”

“Um... No... Not really...” he flinched, your poor baby has been wired to automatically expect her touch,“I-I’m kinda spooked by her...”

“Spooked? By me? Why me?!” she screeches in ignorance.

“Because you violate his privacy and think it’s cute to harass him?” sarcasm veils your tone,“The boy avoids you like the plague, Sierra. I don’t see what’s so charming about being voted by loverboy in every elimination round our team faces.”

“(Y/-(Y/N)!” your darling exclaims in panic. Looks like he wasn't planning to tell that.

Your strong stomach sinks for a moment, but you knew what you were doing was for his good,“No, Cody. You want her to back off? Tell her exactly how you feel.” you affirm, directing your attention to Sierra for the ultimate reality check,“Cody doesn’t care if you cry, moan or die. In fact, neither of us do. So do us all a favour and-“

“Oh blah blah! Like I’m gonna take whatever comes out of your mouth as Cody’s truth!” she shamelessly interrupts by shoving her hand in your face,“So clueless! Isn’t she, Cody?” she asks, cooing to the man at question.

How vulnerable he was...,“Uh...well actually...” he gulps, yes yes yes!,“I...I'm with (Y/N) on that...”

HAHA,“W-What?” she splutters, reeling her hand back,“What do you mean, my love...?”

“Uh...well...you’re just...”

A good lover will always step in to help,“The worst thing that ever came in your life?” you finish for him, your voice a complete polar opposite to what was going on in your head.

She gasps again,“He doesn’t think that! Stop trying to sabotage our relationship! Tell her, Cody!”

“No...she’s right. A-About everything.”

“Cody! Don’t let this wretch brainwash you!" she begs, rushing over to your precious, burning her desperate hands all over his face...

How dare she?

"Brainwashing?" your rage is converted to a calm head tilt,"Aren't you cute. Didn't you hear him?" you put your hand on your hip,"He doesn't like you. There's something to write for your blog."

Realisation was a stab to her chest."Y-You took m-m-my...." Sierra couldn't even finish her sentence before her blubbers took over, sprinting away hysterically.

You and Cody watch in silence as the volume of Sierra's heartbreak ceased; not because she was crying any less, but because she was all the way down the other end of the plane.

“Well, that went better than expected.” you smirk, though it withers as you turn to face your prize, appreciating the distance muffling her sorrows.

"Whew... I uh feel so relieved... But uh..." he nervously points to the direction she ran off to,"Will she be alright?"

You take a sit next to him, noticing how he shifts closer,“I wouldn't worry about it. She’s the moron here, not you. You feeling any sort of remorse for her is exactly what she wants. If you even try to get good with her after this, I won’t be here to save you the next time she’s swooning over you, understand?”

That was a lie, but he bought it well,"Right..." he nods. You were enticed by the implication that he preferred the future with you and no Sierra,"Hehe...you know, you're really cool, (Y/N)... Even cooler than Gwen."

"You just figured that out?" a smile tints your face to convey play.

And it paid off!,"Yeah. It's a bit embarrassing... But I coulda really had someone like you in my life before all...this." your heart swells as he leans on your shoulder.

You allowed it for the rest of the plane ride. Obviously.

You didn't need to overanalyse two previous seasons to learn anyone's fatal flaws.

It's simple- Sierra tried to win Cody's heart by knowledge.

You won by personality.

At least, presentation.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They Act With A Darling With Separation Anxiety ♡

♡ Theanna will use this to push the marriage along, afterall she can only take you with her everywhere, including under the garden once the two of you get married so if you want to not be separated from her for even a second then you have to marry her right away, it's for the best. If you're that anxious being away from her, it only makes it so much easier for her to manage every aspect of your schedule, if you want to go somewhere she disapproves of then she can just decide not to go with you and you won't go. ♡

♡ This one is a bit of a toss up on how good of a scenario this will be for you, on one hand she's taking you basically everywhere with you on her travels, on the other hand since you're going everywhere with her it means the anxiety around being separated from her will get worse because if you are separated even worse things could happen. She'll do her best to always be at your side, she also gets a small bit of separation anxiety if she even has to leave you while you sleep at the inn for some minor investigations but she keeps you very close to her side whenever she's able to. ♡

♡ Pauline definitely has separation anxiety, I've written a lot of scenarios too where she is separated from you for an extended period of time and can no longer be apart from you for any period of time, she might tease you about it but she's really glad she can use this as an excuse to have you with her literally everywhere. It's a pretty good set up for you I would say and if anyone has objections to you always being there then she'll kill them, after all they gave her dumbass anxiety, the least she can do is punish them. ♡

♡ Raphael sadly has things besides you she must focus on like council and while she would like to bring you with her, the other advisors would complain if you could hear the secrets, Theanna doesn't care but it would be obnoxious hearing the other advisors complain so what does she do? Obviously gets something from Ainsley so you don't hear anything at the meetings and are instead just hearing soothing music thee entire time you sit on her lap, it's a good solution, you're relaxed and happy on her lap and she can satisfy your desire to always have her with you. Yes if this was the modern world she would absolutely ipad kid you. ♡

♡ Abigail will get you set up with your own squad of knights so even if she has to be away you'll still feel her presence and will be less anxious and if that doesn't work she'll try to station one of her family members with you at all times she can't be, of course she would try to be at your side as much as possible however seeing as that isn't always possible you'll have to put up with this for the time being. If that still doesn't help then she will instantly quit her job in the capital, claim her title as duke and have you by her side constantly in her manor back home. ♡

♡ Veronia only really leaves to collect treasure for you so if you would prefer her stay home instead of getting the treasure then that's what she'll do, she'll still hunt for you though so you'll have to watch her skin some animals, you could also just come with her when she goes to steal if you're okay being carried in one of her giant dragon claws while the others and her mouth are filled with gold and trinkets. Pretty sweet set up for the person with separation anxiety though, I would say. ♡

♡ Bibi is honestly not the best for this, sure she can take you everywhere with her but she's liable to wander a bit and then make a little joke about it when you get anxious, would not recommend cause although you're technically always in the same room with her, when she's on stage for executions you can't be on stage with her really so there's so distance. ♡

♡ Would recommend, she's perfect for the person with separation anxiety, you never have to leave her tower and she's constantly putting a lot of focus on you with her experiments, you might get a little bit lonely when she's doing hr immortality research but if you want you can always just sit on her lap and the problem is solved, everything she's doing to for you, not that the other's aren't doing the same thing but for her it's extra clear everything she does is about you. ♡

[missingexaltation]

(Mini little fic idea, post Vecna)

Eddie wanted Steve and Wayne to get on, and at first, he was utterly ecstatic when they did.

But Steve starts to come over to watch various sports games, laughing and jostling with Wayne on the couch whenever one of their teams wins a point, or scores a goal or whatever, Eddie starts feeling inadequate and useless.

He watches from a distance, too wary to approach, too scared of upsetting the equilibrium. After all he's spent years rolling his eyes and grumbling about football and baseball and basketball to take a seat next to them now. He's more than made his bed now, years of sulky teenagehood in the making. It's not their fault, he knows. It's all his own, a drama of his own creation.

He watches as Wayne laughs and jokes, haphazardly waving his beer and cackling with delight, with the sort of son that he deserves. A son that brings calmness and stability instead of late night police escorts and a mountain of medical bills.

The empty, cavernous hole in his chest aches as he sits there (pretending to work on his campaign), through game after game, match after match. Wayne had given up so much for him. He could have had a family of his own, instead of raising his brother's useless, wretched kid. He could have gotten married, had a real home and an easy life. A beautiful, doting wife to give him the world.

Instead, Wayne had been cursed with a fuck up for a nephew, a shitty fold up bed in a shitty trailer and a job that was ageing him before his time. A vexing, frustration of a life that he didn't deserve. That Eddie had made worse by default.

Eddie knew he was selfish, and loud, and easily excitable and distracted. That he was used to getting his own way in these walls, barely noticing and sacrificing a thing while Wayne quietly suffered instead. It had been the same for his parents. They'd wanted a normal kid too, but even his dad's temper hadn't been enough to dampen his ability to irritate.

He'd tried to be quieter for Wayne in the past. Better behaved, his personality crammed into a tiny internal box to make himself more palatable, easier to love and want around. But Wayne had been offended by it. Claimed Eddie shouldn't have to change himself for anyone, not even his guardian, to be honest with who he is.

But looking over at them now, Eddie felt like he should have tried harder. Sure, 'being himself' was the fucking care bear motto spat out by well meaning adults trying to convince the weird kids they'd be ok. But he could have tried harder not to be so difficult, he could have watched Wayne's sports games with him and graduated high school and handed over his earnings instead of buying dumb shit.

The gnawing, desolate guilt consumed him. Steve was sweet, charming and polite, a parents dream (also...absolutely fucking gorgeous and the best sex Eddie had ever had, but that was besides the point). He could understand why Wayne has found it easy to befriend him, hell Eddie unquestionably loved the bones of him, but it put in sharp relief how Eddie just didn't measure up to the barest minimum standard, let alone what his uncle deserved.

So instead, he started taking on extra shifts at work, pulling as many as he could so that he could try and convince Wayne to drop his hours and start taking it easy. He kept the house tidy and even helped nurture the blossoming little something that was growing between Wayne and Claudia, spending more nights with Steve so that they could canoodle out of sight of Dustin's sullen glares.

He was exhausted, but it was worth it to see Wayne less on edge, back on the day shift since Eddie was finally picking up the slack. Now he had time for 'guy nights' with Steve, expanding to include Sinclair and the newly resurrected Chief Hop too.

"You're a good kid, Ed." Wayne told him one evening, and despite everything, Eddie was unprepared for the avalanche of emotions that it unlocked.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

His brain chanted, automatically.

But I want to be.

[lacrimosathedark]

As an acespec person who is likely some kind of arospec too, Alastor ships give me mixed feelings.

Like, I'm extremely uncomfortable with people really sexualizing Alastor, especially in art. It feels...gross. At the same time, I see people staunchly against people shipping Alastor in any way that's not platonic, which...makes me frustrated.

Look, he is canonically ace, but 1. asexuality has levels, 2. Alastor has no idea what ace means, and 3. words are stupid.

I had no idea I was nonbinary or ace as a kid. I knew how I felt, but I thought it was within the range of "normal". I thought I was "just a person" and "a romantic". I thought I was "picky", and that's why everyone was having crushes while I was chill by myself or with friends. I thought maybe I was scared at the idea of being that vulnerable with someone as someone with anxiety, trust issues, and who grew up falling asleep to Law and Order SVU. And I'm a Zillenial.

Alastor is from a whole other century, in a much more repressive society. If I today needed the internet to figure out that my experience is abnormal and there's a word for it, back when the internet wasn't a thing and queer circles were trying to hide from sight, how the fuck is he gonna know? Especially when he loathes seemingly anything that's past his time, which the concept isn't but the term is as is the way he might find out about it. Fuck, we know he doesn't know what ace means.

He also has no reason to seek out an answer. I wasn't looking when I found my answers. I stumbled upon people who shared experiences who had words that clicked with me. Hell, it'd be easier to think it's normal with how much "waiting until marriage" has been historically pushed. He doesn't know there's even something to look for.

In all likelihood, he thought the "right person" might come along someday, but he also had other priorities and didn't care if he found them or not. Why would I go searching for a love I may never find when I can spend my time focusing on my career, dancing with friends, and plotting various murders? That sounds like a lot more fun and a more effective use of time, wouldn't you agree?

And look, in general "finding the right person" isn't a "cure" for asexuality anyway. Except it can look like that on the surface if someone is anything other than 100% sex-repulsed asexual. And (allos writing aces don't seem to know this) sex-repulsion can also be very spectrum-y too, and actively fluctuate.

I'm demisexual, and would actually consider myself sex-repulsed. I have never liked viewing sexual images or videos, it makes me borderline nauseous. I absolutely will not read pure smut. The concept of engaging in sexual activity myself makes me cringe. To me, sex generally brings to mind too much physical contact and gross bodily fluids. I'm disgusted by even getting other peoples' sweat on me. I'm okay listening to friends talk about their interactions only to a limited extent--I need to be able to have distance and not be given extreme detail.

But if I think about someone I actually like, or if I'm reading a story that has had a buildup in the relationship, it's...nice. It's a very different experience. It seems less like too much touch and gross bodily fluids and more like intimacy. It's...I'd almost call it pleasant? It's hard to describe, but it's a complete shift in mindset depending on circumstances. Most of my inherent reflexive disgust just goes away.

There's a chance Alastor could be like that. He is, quite clearly, some kind of sex-repulsed (thank you Angel Dust) but that doesn't completely block him out of sexual interest. But Angel is...excessive about that side of his personality. And that could be part of why the repulsion seems so strong with him. There are levels of tolerance. I can watch Hazbin Hotel and Angel Dust, but I can't comfortably watch Helluva Boss because the first episode Stolas is...very explicit. It's just too uncomfortable for me to sit through. (this also isn't a judgement of whether it's a good show or not, it's just not for me)

And even if Alastor doesn't experience attraction, he could still have sexual engagement with someone for other reasons. I don't think we have solid confirmation that he's aro, but even then that is again a spectrum and Alastor has no inkling on the concept.

He could involve himself in sex because he has romantic feelings for someone and that outweighs his disgust. Or perhaps even intense platonic feelings, disconnecting the act of sex from romance entirely. QPPs can do anything they want and honestly I feel like those labels are super blurry anyways, because what denotes an action as romantic or sexual or platonic besides intent and perception? Like, friends can cuddle, happy lovers can sleep in separate beds, people joke about kissing the homies good night. Words are messy and nothing matters.

He could also use it as a manipulation tactic. Because if there's one thing we know about Alastor, it's that he's a manipulative little shit. And while the reward would need to be extremely high, I could see Alastor using someone's attraction to him against them in that way. Why would he not use every tool at his disposal?

And from personal experience, a lot of writing in the fandom is through the lens of Alastor being non-sex-repulsed asexual, or otherwise demi- or greysexual. And while I could definitely use more fluidity in the sex-repulsion category (cuz unfortunately a lot of people write it as either completely repulsed or not repulsed whatsoever), at least a good number of people are trying to be respectful. Just because they ship Alastor with someone doesn't mean they are being disrespectful or casting aside his orientation by default.

And while Alastor being enthusiastic about it is extremely ooc and I hate that with my very soul, people are allowed to play with fictional characters how they want to. They aren't real. Neither are the Barbies whose faces you smashed together as a kid. They aren't actively hurting real people, and don't necessarily think differently of real ace people.

I'm aware that I may be projecting my sexuality onto Alastor given that he has shown sex-repulsion that I relate to. Maybe I think the idea of him being romantically involved with someone is cute. Maybe I don't mind the idea of him doing sexual things for love or other personal gain like power or control. But who the fuck am I hurting by doing that? Who is anyone hurting by doing that?

And dude, you're watching a show about redeeming sinners, showing that some of the worst people can change and puritanical people are irrationally judgemental asshats. Someone portraying an ace character as not 100% sex-repulsed is a weird line to draw there.

If you're a 100% sex repulsed asexual who's uncomfortable with people shipping Alastor, that's perfectly fine. But not every asexual completely shares your experience, and life itself is uncomfortable. And for better or worse that isn't going to change. I suggest you simply avoid engaging as much as you can for your own peace of mind if nothing else. Blocking tags and accounts is actually great for that. Someone doesn't have to be a dick for you to block them, and you won't have to see their content anymore. Tumblr Savior is a helpful tool too.

This is my very longwinded way of saying just because Alastor is aroace doesn't mean he can't be in a romantic-coded relationship, a qpp that isn't specifically stated to be such, or engage in sexual acts. And writing him ooc is icky but also completely fine and people can do what they want.

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep5

Stars

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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Even though everyone was trying to hide themselves from the rain I still sat in the same place having the summer rain come down drenching me that peace didnt last long though, just a few minutes. "Alright Rayne go change your clothes your all wet and covered in dirt," Lori said and I nodded

She lead me into hers and Carl's tent then handed me my other outfit (purple shirt one) and I quickly changed not letting my gun leave my sight, I walked out and Lori took my clothes. "I'll put them with Carl's laundry," she said and I nodded.  "Here kid," Daryl said and threw a gun holster at me, it was brown and a bit scuffed I nodded and put it around my waist, it was lose and hung off my hip but whatever, I put my gun in the holster when Carl walked over to me,  "mom never lets me touch a knife let alone a gun, you still haven't told me how old you are" he said and once again for the 15 millionth time handed me that stupid note pad.  'It's not important, you're not gonna know me for long' I handed it to him and his smile faded.  "More talk about leaving, you have a good chance here and you're just a kid there's no way you could live on your own!" he said each word that came out made me cringe.  'watch me' he let out, and annoyed sigh. "please? just for a little while" he said, 'your people dont need another mouth to feed,'. "what if your family comes back?" he said and his words ran through my head. "Carl I think that's enough give her some space," Lori said but Carl didn't listen. "you know, I still think my dads out there" he started but I sat up and stomped away.

if I stay quiet it'll go away.

Carl's pov:

did I say something wrong? "Carl hair cut get over here!" my mom yelled and I groaned I hated getting my hair cut, it was so annoying, but mom never let me grow it out, unfair right? "you know if you didn't move so much this would be easier," my mom said as she harshly moved my head back in place. "you know what really sucks? when you start shaving then you be wishin' for one of you mamas hair cuts," Shane said. "ill believe it when I see it," I said and he let out an airy laugh. "I'll tell you what, you get through this with some manly dignity, and tomorrow I will teach you somethin' special, I'll teach you to catch frogs, and trust me that is not something to be takin' lightly I'm willin' to share my secrets its a one time offer," he said. "why do we need frog?" I asked. "ever eat a frog leg?" he asked. "eww!" I replied. "he's right ew," mom said. "we get down on the last of that girls supplies you'll be lovin' those frog legs, lady, dont listen to her man, me and you we'll be heroes man feeding all these folks you and me Shane an-" "can Rayne come too?" I asked cutting him off but my question was left unanswered as the sound of an alarm went off in the distance.

Rayne's pov:

I was walking back to camp when I heard an alarm go off, that walk turned into a run, I knew something bad was going to happen when I got back to camp I seen everyone hugging with people I had never seen before, I looked at Carl and saw that he was crying then, a middle-aged man with curly hair walked out. "dad!" Carl screamed and ran over to him Lori followed as they all sobbed in each other's arms. everyone watched with the people they loved, while I just stood there alone. I looked down trying to hide the tear that had fallen from my cheek, I'm still so weak

-

it was night and everyone was sitting around the campfire, except me, I didn't want them to see me as a part of there group, after all, I wasn't, sure it was cold but I can handle worse. Ed and Shane started arguing about shit I would care less about, one thing I did know was that I didn't like Ed, that look he had, it was the look that my father would give before hitting me, or even just beating me, the look of complete disregard of what you're doing. it was probably the same look I gave my sister...before it was over.

-

everyone was settling down for the night, except me I was still outside sitting on top of Dale's Rv looking at the stars when a heard a shuffle and someone climbing up the later I gripped my knife just to see 2 familiar baby blue eyes I sighed and turned back around he then sat down next to me. "mom said you should get some rest" he said then like ALWAYS handed me that stupid notepad. 'ok' I handed it back to him. "please?" he pushed. 'what do you want from me? can't you just leave me alone,' I watched the way his face dropped and for some odd reason it hurt I then took the notepad. 'i'm 9' i wrote answering his question from earlier, I saw his smile come back. "I'm 10," he said then got up and walked down the ladder and back to his tent.

soon after I got up and walked to their tent the only thought on my mind was. 'did I just trust that kid with my age...he's just gonna die, save yourself the trouble'

I walked in and Lori pointed to a spot next to a sleeping Carl.

I didn't sleep that well, every time I closed my eyes the image of my family appeared in my head, but hopefully tonight will be the night I don't wake up from

[pleasedontdistractme]

Some things I wrote just before and after she died

3 Feb 2023

We walked east

This evening she had a sudden burst of vigour, and asked to go for a walk. Of course, of course!, I said, and we hopped up with wagging tails.

The light outside was strange and heavy. Indigo clouds sat in a solid ridge across the sky, and the sun beneath was sodium yellow, Lovecraftian and vulgar.

So we walked east, away from the sunset, and she tugged on her lead with energy I didn't think she still possessed.

As we passed a weathervane on a lower street it screeched and twisted to point southwest; a strange, warm wind for February. I turned my face to feel the breeze, like a breath, and that sickly yellow light leering out from the sky's lip reminded me that the world was about to end.

So we walked east, away from the sunset, with no destination in mind, anywhere but here, and she pulled and I followed and we walked-

further than we should have gone,

but no distance at all-

until all at once she stood stock still, drained, looking up at me, asking a favour she didn't want to ask.

I scooped her up, Of course, of course!, and carried her home, savouring the ache in my arms. It was finally night, and it was easier to walk into the darkness than the sunset.

—-

4 Feb 2023

Let me try again

I know more now, and I am better for her

So much better for her

I made too many mistakes to forget, but I can undo each one if you let me go back. I didn't deserve her but I don't deserve this

Give me the puppy, the wriggling creature that loved me instantly, hand her to me again, and I will make her less scared of the world. She will sleep next to me that first night while I watch over her and she will never leave my side, never sit home alone

I will be more patient, more fun, less tired. I have learnt to understand her better and be better and I need more time to show her what she has taught me

I will catch the blood bugs before they hurt her little body and I will live the full fifteen years I should have had with her, not just these four-and-a-half, which are not enough, not enough, not enough

Why is love not enough to keep her here? Where is its power going? It feels like it ought to be capable of anything, it wells up inside me and through the sorrow and chokes me, so where is it going if not to clutch her sweet fur and heal her?

I would do anything for her; please, let me do anything for her,

let me try again

—-

6 Feb 2023

The third oak in

It takes quite a long time to dig a grave, even a grave for a little terrier, even in good soil.

Jack chose a spot in the new woodland. He'd planted it and she'd provided amusing obstruction, a little white whirlwind.

He worked with quiet skill, shedding his jumper after a minute. I stood to one side with the sun on my back, smelling the good smells of the farm, keeping my thoughts narrow.

They'd walked through the growing saplings every tea break and lunchtime. Now she'll lie quiet, by the third oak in from the path, and he'll drink his tea in the tool shed.

After a while, Jack hit earth as hard as rock, studded with flints. This is as far as the plough ever got, he said. But we'll go deeper.

The last foot was all clay, and this pleased him, not just because it makes neat edges, but because a foot of clay is plenty dense enough to keep the rain out. She hated the wet, he said. I nodded, loving him more.

As he worked he cut his hands on the shattered flint and his blood, bright red, ran into the clay.

I kissed her little head through the shawl before he laid her down, and went off to walk her daily walk while Jack filled in the grave. I couldn't stand to watch.

I took the longer of two routes, winding through the newly planted woodland and the grass, all golden in the winter sunshine. Tiny creatures rustled either side of me, invisible in their careful homes.

I could have walked forever, away from the pain, melting into simple sensations. But when I looked back I saw Jack stand up, alone, and I cut back through the long grass.

We picked snowdrops, tied them with ivy, and left them on her grave.

Good girl, Día, we said. Well done.

[umbralsound-xiv]

Spilled Words.

I just wanted to get out of the compound, just for a few bells! I'm tired of healing people, tired of being yelled at, so i thought to at least do something useful and go look around where Adney had been found a few suns ago.

Q'kura angrily gestures to the floor with a dismissive wave, hand briefly raised to shove his glasses further onto his nose as they threatened to slip. "There's nothing! Nothing more here! They took the body, what else are we supposed to look for, hm? It's been two suns! Everything useful has either dried up or melted!" He regards Vex with a heaved sigh, gaze cut over his shoulder.

Vex lightly picked at her own claws, severely uninterested in actually looking for, well.. anything. Her crimson gaze lofts briefly to Q'kura, one brow slowly following the lift. "Welcome to the theme of the investigations." She uttered with feigned enthusiasm. Battered and bruised, Vex's spirit is unbroken despite the obvious beating she received in the more recent past, a solid bruise lining her jaw, especially.

Mahi'a hums something faintly melodic beneath their breath, watching the duo from a short distance. Other than sitting low amongst the rocky landscap, stealth didn't seem their priority - less so once they eventually picked themselves up to drop into the grass nearer the both of them, taking a curious look to the patch of ground that had been on the receiving end of the gestures. "Did it offend you somehow?"

"What?" Q'kura's nose wrinkles upon Mahi'a's approach, throwing another scathing glare into the floor. "No, no. We're… Investigating." His words came quickly, but they were chosen with no less care. "There's a murderer on the loose, and we're trying to catch her."

Great. People. Just what we need. That's fine, it's fine. I can't stand the curious types, it always ends with them just... Meddling, somehow. I don't have the patience for this!

Attention stolen by the sudden appearance of Mahi’a, Vex offers a slow blink at the familiar Keeper - the only recognition she truly offers being that of a faintly lowered ear. She cast a glance Q’kura’s way at his words, a short-lived mock-laugh of a sound leaving her.

"Investigating the ground," Mahi'a reasons with a small nod, making their way closer to view the offending grass for themselves. When they look back up it's with a small smile, as well as a -slightly- sceptical look towards Q'kura. "-You- are catching a murderer? Did they run out of Brass Blades?"

"They are busy." Q'kura remarks, off-handedly. "They are always busy. Whatever few forces they can provide can surely be helped by my own investigations." He sounded confident in his words, at least, as he paced around the grass. "But there is nothing left. Nothing i've seen, anyway."

"… Sure. And we have nothing better to do than to stare at the ground hoping a -clue- emerges out of thin air." Vex's tone is that of a complaint, and her gaze seems to remain on the Seeker at her side - making sure he knows it's him she's complaining to, or at.

"It doesn't sound as if your investigations are helping all that much," Mahi'a says solemnly. "Not for lack of trying, I'm sure. There may still be great revelations hidden amongst the grass, a little more staring could be the thing to draw them out!" They add the latter with a brighter smile towards Vex. "Maybe you should question locals? Ask them where they were at the time of the murder! Who was murdered, anyway?"

Oh, yeah, the locals! If they'd have known anything, we'd have known it by now. We know her description, that she's a Seeker with black and blue hair. L'kem said she moved quickly, and wasn't there for long. That she was an archer... Or at least, so he thought. Don't know what's rumour and not, considering all the muddle in the compound. Ugh, i'm not in the mood for idle conversation. And Vex is being tremendously helpful, as always.

"Well if you bothered to -help me-, Vex, this might be a little easier." Q'kura muttered back to the woman, before regarding Mahi'a once again with another small huff. "I was hoping for bloodstains. Footsteps. Something i could use. I prefer not to involve people unless i absolutely must." He raises his head, considering whether to respond. "A… Friend."

"...Rather not, -thanks-." She huffed back at Q'kura, tail swatting in the air a single time. Her eyes visibly roll at the Seeker's words, before her gaze settles atop Mahi'a - a little softer, than when it rested upon Q'kura. "-His- friend."

A curious look moves from Q'kura to Vex and back again, a small pause as Mahi'a watches the quiet interaction between them both. At least Vex provides some answer, and they dip their head to her while thinking. "A friend? Like, a coworker? Who would go around murdering investigators? That seems like a recipe for disaster," they go on. "Also, likely not the smartest decision to be out here if that -is- the case."

Q'kura shakes his head at Vex, sighing through his nose before regarding the Keeper again, pointedly not answering some of their questions. "And that's why she's with me. Silly to go alone." His eyes narrow behind his round-rimmed spectacles. "Why are -you- here?"

They don't seem like a blade. But something about them is suspicious, but i can't place it. They ask too many questions, and they aren't exactly dressing to be hidden.

While Q'kura doesn't respond to certain things.. Vex seems to have the intention to - as well as she can. "- Yes!" She speaks a little louder, as if trying to interrupt Q'kura's own question by speaking over him. "People with grudges, I'd imagine! But who knows if it's against a single person, or entire group." She almost hums her words, a little too joyfully, really. She's -definitely- trying to cause Q'kura some stress.

"A poor investigator and a bodyguard, I see. That does make a lot more sense." Mahi'a considers feigning confusion, instead their train of thought is thankfully interrupted by Vex, appearing almost equally as delighted by the grim topic. "Maybe! Maybe. Surely it must be just the one, what could a whole group have done to warrant this kind of violence?"

"There are some sadistic and vengeful people in the world. Some people don't have any reason. I don't know!" He cuts a glare back to Vex again, walking by her and half considering shoving her before he talks himself out of it. "And i just started looking! Hardly poor. Unless you judge people the instant you see them." He clears his throat, gazing to them again. "Ah, but you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here, Keeper?"

Vex met Q'kura's glare with a steely stare of her own, her weight shifting from one leg to the other as she placed a hand upon her hip and flashed a small yet toothy grin her fellow Seeker's way. "Oh, I'm sure they have their -reasons-..."

"I suppose so… What if they're some kind of vigilante? We might have this all backwards, the murderer isn't the bad guy after all. Well, that may depend on how you feel about law enforcement…" Mahi'a muses over the thought, watching Q'kura walk closer. "Is that relevant to the investigation? Or are you trying to get out of your work now?"

No, i didn't want to be here in the first place, but anything was better than either being yelled at by Eanwin, being punched by Vairg for looking at him funny, or tending to the injuries he's caused somewhere along the way. And the idea of being possibly sent to look after the mess he made of X'llaya... ...I'd rather not. I saw what was left of Hichort, and i'd rather not end up in the same grave.

"No, i'm wondering why you're here meddling, so close to where one of our fellows was murdered not all too long ago. Unless you -know something-, hm?" Q'kura quizzically tilts his head, a small swat of his tail at his heel. "-We- might have all this backwards, you say. It sounds like you're searching for them, too."

Vex lightly rocks on her feet, remaining quiet for the time being. She silently eyes Q'kura, then glances to Mahi'a.

"See, this seems like a proper investigation now," Mahi'a says brightly, regarding Q'kura's expression. "Better than staring at grass, anyway. I can't say I am searching for anyone myself, I wouldn't know where to start with an investigation. Especially if anything happened out here. Between weather, animals, who knows what else, how are you meant to find anything? Nobody sent you out here to get you out of the way while they do the real searching, did they?" For a moment they look almost sympathetic before shaking their head. "I saw you both over here and got curious, I hadn't realised it was so serious. I still have doubts about that, actually, but that's irrelevant!"

"Don't be stupid, of course not." Q'kura retorts, one ear flicking in displeasure at the assumption. "I came to see if something was there, it isn't, and so we'll be on our way soon enough. You should take your care, Keeper. It seems she's content on shooting down anyone who gets in her way…" As his voice trails, he gazes over to the rocks beside him, brow knitting.

"... Are you sure?" Vex snorted with amusement as she regarded Q'kura, flashing a knowing grin his way. They were, in fact, both on the shit-list of many. "In the way of -what-, I -wonder-." Vex slips her hands into her pockets, again rocking back and forth on her heels. "She certainly wants -something-, hm?"

Shut UP, Vex! Are you content on telling them absolutely everything? ...I knew it was a mistake to bring you along! Ugh, honestly...

Mahi'a hums, quite clearly doubtful over Q'kura's dismissal of their theory. "What -were- you looking for, then?" they ask curiously. "What if I see something suspicious, is there someone I should tell directly or are the Blades good enough?" They glance backwards at the thought, in the direction of the bridge and settlement beyond. Their gaze returns back shortly after, nodding as they look to Vex. "Now this sounds like investigating. What could they want, who will they kill to get it… The detective novels say you should get into the mind of the killer, you know."

"Well, i wouldn't know. We know she's a Seeker, and she seems to have some kind of penchant for ice magic. But we know nothing, nothing else." He finally turns to regard Vex, eyes narrowed. "You are -not- helping me. Need i let Vairg know about your unhelpfulness?"

"We can sit and make some guesses!" Vex beamed a disingenuine smile Q'kura's way. ".. And what is mister eight-finger gonna do? Sulk at me?"

Mahi'a nods slowly to vague and all too surprising description, clearly taking the time to memorise it. "Guesses might be the right route, that isn't a lot of information to go off at all! You may have better luck going around asking every Seeker you see how they feel about ice," they suggest before staring at Q'kura. "Are you threatening your colleague?"

"Shut up, Vex. I'm fairly certain he has unfinished business with D'khoreh, if you'd like me to remind him?" Q'kura snaps, brow lofted, before training his gaze on Mahi'a. "No such thing. I'm simply reminding her. What business is it of yours, Keeper?"

I like D'khoreh. I do. He's a little snivelly, and something of a doormat, but that suits me well enough. He works when he's told, and sometimes when he isn't. He means well, and that's gotten him into trouble. It's gotten -me- into trouble. It's fair to say he deserves whatever punishment they have in mind for him.

A small flicker of a flame dances across her right shoulder, out of view for Q'kura. Her expression remains the same, as if unphased by his words. "Plenty of people he has unfinished business with. Maybe he'll lose the rest of his fingers, too." She turned and took a few steps closer to Q'kura, leaning closer. "I heard -you- are on her list, with him." She then glances Mahi'a's way, and offers a subtle nod.

His response gains a frown in return. "A threatening reminder, then. I don't think people should be threatened for doing their job, I thought that was a reasonable thought everyone had!" Threats aside, their gaze follows Vex, eyebrows raising as she speaks. Subtly isn't their forte, and they soon appear fairly excited instead of concerned. "And you're out here even so? That is -brave-. Maybe I had you all wrong, here you are putting yourself out in the field while a murderer is after you! Even returning to a point of interest, these are tactics I would never have expected!"

"She… She wouldn't be out here." Q'kura swallows a little sharply, but no less confident for his words. Notably, he'd tied his hair in such a fashion the telltale mark wasn't all that obvious unless one were truly looking. "One can only hope. At least you don't have to clean up after his mess." Eyes narrowed, he speaks vaguely enough to Vex, but his distaste for the man is apparent all the same.

...She wouldn't be out here. She has to rest sometime, yes? Besides! You can't even see my mark behind my hair, unless she has some seriously excellent vision. ...She wouldn't be out here. She has no reason to suspect me! No reason at all!

“Maybe she’s watching you right now.” Vex smirked. “Blame yourself for that one, none but -you- put yourself in those shoes.”

"She could be," Mahi'a agrees, ominously. "Waiting for the perfect time to strike! That or she's going to follow you home to make sure that you're alone, it's an endless cycle of investigators getting murdered…" They trail off, having tuned in to the topic at hand with only a faint understanding of what they could be discussing.

"In which case, we're all equally in trouble if she's watching. What makes either of you think she'd spare you? What does she even want, anyway?" His last words are muttered, but his eyes don't quite land on either of them, much too predisposed with checking anywhere that might serve as a good lookout spot. "You're awfully comfortable with the idea. Both of you."

"Lurking in the shadows... Watching." Vex annoyingly wiggled her fingers Q'kura's way. "Oh, I have a guess!" She -beams-, full of feigned enthusiasm.

"I'd like to consider myself an optimist and go with the assumption that I won't be murdered today. It's worked every other day before now," Mahi'a explains happily. "And if it did happen, I'd be dead, no time to think about how I'd been so wrong!" They watch him with some entertainment. "There's probably no use looking around, I bet a good murderer would be impossible to spot if they were stalking you."

"She was spotted once. We know what she looks like." Q'kura replies in chiding manner, ear twitching in irritation, and he doesn't even look Vex's way before snapping at her again. "Shut up, Vex, i don't want to hear it!"

Vex, having no intention to do as told, rocks herself forwards anew, head tilting. "Maybe she doesn't like that thing on your face." A hand extends towards Q'kura, as she seeks to casually flick a finger against the frame of his glasses, seeking to force them askew upon his face. "Or maybe just doesn't like your face."

Mahi'a does their best to refrain from laughing while they watch Vex harass Q'kura, their smile as far as they let it go. "These are good guesses, you should keep them in mind," they acknowledge with as much feigned seriousness as they can manage. "We might not know for sure until you murders you specifically - maybe if she tries today we can ask her? Like a trap!"

"I am -not- going to be murdered!" He shoves Vex away with the flat of a hand, exasperated and worried even by the idea of it. "And even if she does just swoop down from the heavens and fill me with arrows, you two will join me! She didn't spare Dologadai, she won't spare you. We've lost several of our best healers now!" Colour; anger began to rise in Q'kura's cheeks. "Eanwin is going to run us all into the ground, especially if that bastard keeps carving people up the way he does!"

"I'm sure several of them thought the same!" Vex staggered back from the shove, keeping a grin on her lips. "Join you, huh? Amazing. Maybe we should lure her out - you can be the bait!" She beams. "Oh, quit your whining - you lost -two-." She scoffed.

"That's the spirit, optimism in the face of your demise!" Mahi'a encourages him. They clasp their hands together behind their back, gleefully watching Q'kura and his anger. "If we move juuuust out of sight she might take her chance, thinking he's alone… Though that might be a bit too cruel if you're one of the last healers around."

"Don't be ridiculous! You're not going anywhere without me, Vex!" His teeth bared with those words, gaze darting upwards again, before the glare lands on Mahi'a for a change. "One of the last competant ones! I have drank so much ether over the last few suns i swear i can taste it when i breathe, and for what? Putting people back together that should be dead to rights, or those who don't deserve it!" His voice rose in volume with his growing frustration…

I'm beginning to think it was a mistake in dragging that bloody Viera back with us! Sure, we have X'llaya now, but at what cost? The boss seems happier, and i'm in his good graces, but i'm lumbered with having to put him back together every time someone wants to break him, and Vairg seems to want that to be every other sun. And he's the fragile, flimsy sort! Ugh... If i wanted to babysit, i'd never have left the tribe. They should have just let him die in the arena when they had the chance!

".. Wanna bet?" Vex grinned. She rocked back and forth, huffing. "I'm sure there's a few broken bones for you to tend to when we get back! -If- you dare to go near -her-."

Mahi'a grins brightly once Q'kura's attention returns to them, no point hiding that they were enjoying themselves all along. "Victims of the murderer?" they ask curiously after his rant. "Has she really hurt so many of you? I'm surprised you aren't warier being out here!"

"You can't heal dead people, and she's not keen on leaving anyone alive. Besides, no one can be here forever, yes? If she attacks, i can and will defend myself, and i won't be so stupid like the rest and actually bother to use a linkpearl! And as for Eanwin, i'm hoping she's so tired she doesn't have the energy. Sod the lot of them, i'm going straight back to my bed when i'm home. I am -so tired- of healing broken bones!"

".. Nope. Not the killer." She cast Q'kura a glance. "But there's a mess your -favourite- Viera left behind. Sure she could use healing." Her hand raises, offering a small thumbs-up Q'kura's way. ".. So tired she doesn't have energy to yell at you? Are you delusional?"

Mahi'a tilts their head before nodding. "That's somewhat good news then, isn't it? And in a way, if they're all injured then they can't be out here getting murdered like your friend, it's a blessing in disguise!" they try and reassure, badly. "It doesn't sound as if you'll be able to go to bed so quickly…"

"Which Viera, Vex? I'm tired of both of them! I'm tired of cleaning up after him, and i'm tired of fixing the other one. I'm tired of both of them. If i never see another Viera again, it will be too soon." His ear gives another sharp flick. "No, but i can at least hope she'll yell quieter, or be unconscious." Another glance to Mahi'a, then. "And no. Likely not. People are already beginning to get reluctant to leave."

Vex peered to Mahi'a, lightly shaking her head. "Wrong kind of people getting hurt." She stated, before squinting at Q'kura. "The one who is two fingers short." Vex smiles, genuinely - a bit too happy about the fact. “So yell at you in the morning, instead. Got it.”

Mahi'a makes a face of distaste and nods. "You do have your work cut out for you. Why stay if it's so bad? Exhaustion on one side, murder on the other! Cut your losses and find a new job, one where you're not having nightmares about various viera."

"There's not usually so much murder." He doesn't elaborate further, however, not wishing to say more than he had. "Most likely yelled at in the morning, yes, unless Vairg lost his temper with her too. That's a sight i'd prefer to be far, far from…"

".. Plenty of other -horrible- shit, though." Vex exclaims, and turns to stare -directly- at Q'kura.

"Maybe that is why a murderer is after you and your friends…" Mahi'a 'determines', nodding a few times at the thought. "Oh, well! You might catch her if you stare at the grass enough, or she'll see that it's the perfect opportunity to murder you before you can even think of the possibility."

"There's horrible shit in every corner of the world, Vex." Regardless, he sighs. He'd have to return back sooner or later. "And she won't." Q'kura barks back at Mahi'a, grabbing at Vex's shoulder. "Come on. We're going home."

"And oh the -corners- we have back -home-." The last word left her more akin to a snarl, certainly not considering the compound her 'home'. An automatic hiss leaves her as Q'kura grabs her shoulder, flames briefly flickering across her frame before dying out. Her ears pin back.

Despite the previous smiles, Mahi'a's expression comes close to a scowl as Q'kura grabs Vex, especially considering her reaction. "What a shame your investigation has been cut short," they lament. "I do hope you avoid running into the mysterious ice Seeker on the way back, it would be a shame not to see you out here if someone else is killed instead."

"Not if she finds you first, -Keeper-." Q'kura bites back. Her flames do indeed run up to his hand… But harmlessly move away before they do any kind of damage. He continues to half-drag Vex away, intending to return.

"-- I can walk on my goddamn own." Vex hissed at Q'kura as he dragged her along, features now pulled into a frown instead.

Mahi'a waves a hand towards them both before folding their arms, watching both depart with a frown.

Something about that Keeper puts me ill at ease. I don't know why. Maybe i'm being paranoid. They were more prying, and found far too much humor in winding me up. ...Going back to the compound isn't all that much fun, but it's better than being out here in the firing line. Investigatory work is beneath me, anyway...

[dearweirdme]

I don't understand why taekook were never allowed to console each other except on stage one time and when Jungkook said this is how you feel when I cry. It's not like jungkook can't we have seen rosebowl movement. When Jungkook was crying very badly on stage and hobi came to pick him up we can see tae holding himself back and being concerned.

I think company has made jimin go to person to console people. He is really caring no doubt about it, we have seen the way he handled tae in bv. But still I generally see him mostly consoling other members also. You think this is something company wants to highlight?

Hi anon!

You know what made me love BTS as a group (even before I came aware of Tae and Jk)? It's how all the members combined makes for such a well balanced and high functioning group of friends/members/brothers. Every one of them has a 'function' or personality that adds something to the group. None of them can be missed or replaced, because it would make for the whole group dynamic to shift. They just work together and it shows in how far they have come together.

I don't think Jimin has been appointed the go-to-person for emotional support. I feel Jimin is very much naturally inclined to comfort people. I think he is sensitive himself and he seems very emotionally intelligent. This makes him a very emphatic person. He is also a physically affectionate person, so for him to automatically reach out and comfort someone with a hug comes naturally (imo). He is this way with all members. I am so happy that Jimin is a part of BTS (aside from loving his voice and dancing abilities) because I think his comforting ways have been very much needed for a lot of members. I wish Jimin had a Jimin for himself, but I think Tae is also a very comforting source and Jk has also learned how to be comforting to people. It is certainly possible that the company tried to show those moments of Jimin comforting people more than others, but to me it isn't artificial or anything. Maybe some editing choices were made, but that is quite normal for any band.

As I mentioned, Tae to me is also a person prone to be comforting to others. I feel Tae is slightly less sensitive himself, and therefore might clock in to distress a bit slower. He is very atuned to Jk though and I feel he always knows when Jk is feeling uneasy. A lot of those touches we've witnessed are soothing in nature, and Tae can often be seen watching Jk from a distance. That moment you mentioned to me absolutely portrays Tae holding back.

So why? Why do they backhug and hug and touch, but why do we not see them comforting each other explicitly when one is upset (there are moments that they do though, it's just never a highlighted moment)? I think it's because that is one of the things that they have been explicitely told not to do. Imagine management having to deal with an in-band relationship. What do you tell your idols about how they are to behave? You come up with examples. You tell them for instance, to stop hugging each other as much. Now the conscious decision to hug someone is much stronger when you see someone upset. So it’s much easier to hold back when you are conscious of wanting to do something. When Tae for instance sees Jk crying, he will be conscious of wanting to hug him. His next thought will be “but i’ve been told I can’t.” It’s different when for instance they are just sitting aside each other and a hand drifts to the the other’s leg or when they stand next to each other and hug. When emotions are high they become more pronounced and easier to identify. Actions belonging with those emotions are also easier to identify and therefore easier to stop.

But, we’ve not been totally devoid of them consoling each other. It’s just often in subtle ways.

I think they’ve been told not to be overly affectionate. Which is why we seen subtle things, but not strong actions.

One moment that to me personally conveys a lot, but which also could be easily debunked by others is this one.

To me this is Jk automatically reaching out to a very distressed Tae. Jk’s face softens, he reaches out and comforts Tae. But, he catches himself and you can see him get uneasy. He looks around and his face gets tense. I think Jk broke character here. I think he did something he wasn’t supposed to do.

[xhatake]

"why don’t i make you a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it?" minato <3

This was more uncomfortable than Kakashi had expected. It's hard to look Minato in the eye, to swallow the tight lump that burns his throat. The shadow of grief had stretched over Kakashi for most of his life, it was nothing new... But he had always thought it made him stronger. harder. His sensei had been kind enough to care for Kakshi while he grew, to provide him with a space full of love. For all the love Minato & Kushina had to spare, Kakashi had just as much confusion about who he was, how to feel about it. Surely their warmth was supposed to melt his icy walls, surely they could close the distance Kakashi kept forcing between them.

Every time Minato took a step forward, Kakashi took two steps back & now he felt he had nowhere else to go. Obito was dead. He was not the only one grieving, but he could not help but feel alone. He was responsible for this tragedy & the only ones who seemed to acknowledge that were the Uchiha. They compensated for everyone else's understanding tenfold. it was difficult to navigate life as it was, each potential road winding & weaving in a million dangerous directions.

He sits at his sensei's kitchen table. Minato seemed to notice Kakashi's reluctance to look him in the eye because he gives Kakashi space, getting to work on the tea he promised Kakashi. Kakashi was thankful for this, it was hard to talk about his feelings while connecting to a sense of self, the feeling of being. But he felt like his heart was driving him crazy & if he didn't share his internal conflict, it may explode.

" It's just that... It feels like his funeral was last week, " It had been two months, a week & three days since Obito's funeral. There had been no body, save for the eye in Kakashi's skull. Kakashi had to fight for the right of Obito's legacy, to keep his final gift. He was still fighting. Kakashi feels strangely sick as he leans forward, using his palm to hold his head up & hide the concealed eye on the process. Sometimes he thought of tearing it out himself, presenting it to Fugaku Uchiha & being done with it all. He knows this will not resolve things, but maybe they could become someone else's problems if he did. He lets out a shaky breath, unsure of how long he stays silent. Kakashi appreciates the room he's given to catch his breath. Sometimes it feels Minato is the only person who knows how to give him that stretch, to slow time long enough to think, " Things keep happening so quickly."

Kakashi's scarred hands fall to the table in front of him, raising his gaze only when Minato sets a cup in front of him. Kakashi watches the steam wafting off of the hot tea within & Kakashi draws it closer, holding the cup with either of his hands. The tea is too hot to drink yet, but the action is grounding. It keeps him from drifting into racing, invasive thoughts of what he should do to keep from feeling this way. It was terribly selfish of him to be thinking of his own feelings. Everyone had lost things, everyone would continue losing things, it was the way of the world. He probably sounded like a child, whining about his dead friend. Minato-Sensei had a thousand things that were better than watching Kakashi's tea cool over a thick silence. So Kakashi searches for his voice again, for fear of wasting his teacher's time.

" I just feel like... " Feel. what a strange word to say aloud. It made him more human than he wanted to be, " Things would be easier if I died out there instead. Obito would have been better at dealing with this stuff than me. " He still can't meet the worried gaze across from him. Kakashi taps his finger against the side of his up & chooses his next words very carefully, " Maybe he could've made Rin feel less sad. Maybe he would have been better at helping you too. " He deserved better.

[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

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limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

oneshots

oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨

[notchesandbullets]

Pure Affections Wrapped Up in a Dark Green Bow (Husband!Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Wife!Reader)

Art credit: @/gaysony on Instagram

Warnings: suggestive themes (there’s one steamy kiss and innuendoes sprinkled throughout), nudity (not sexual), fluff, cursing, injuries, hurt/comfort, soft!domestic!Bakugou and heartwarming present. 

Synopsis: You had been married to Bakugou for a couple years now and you had a special present for him. But when he gets home, it’s clear that he hasn’t had the best day. You’re there, steady and strong for him to lean on for support and he does until he’s capable of standing on his own again. This is what love looks like.

Words: 6k

The door to your flat slammed closed, signaling that your husband was home, and you wiped your grimy hands on your dirt-streaked cargo pants. You grabbed something and jumped on the counter, shoving it in a cabinet before closing it. Double checking to make sure you couldn’t see it, you leaped down, quelling your excitement as you sped out of the kitchen.

But your rapid footsteps faltered when Bakugou came into sight, looking absolutely drained. 

He dropped his duffle bag on the floor without a care and kicked off his shoes, never looking up once. 

“Katsuki?” 

Your soft voice brought him back down to reality and he sighed heavily, gripping the roots of his ash-blond hair in frustration. When he finally glanced up, his garnet eyes were laced with exhaustion. 

But everything melted away the instant he saw you.

Engine oil smudged on your cheeks, Bakugou refrained from snorting at the sight of your muddied cargo pants and stained, white tank top. You sure were a sight for sore eyes even when tinkering with your support items commissioned for big-time heroes like him.

“Hi.” You giggled as he dumped the rest of his stuff to the ground, closing the distance in between you two in three large strides.

You frowned as you noticed a slight limp in his gait but you didn’t get a chance to question it. Bakugou didn’t waste any time, trapping you in his arms and crushing your form to his chest.

He grunted his hello, but his eyes were soft and his smile was fond as he drew back slightly. He might’ve grown since his hot-headed days in high school as you helped him express his emotions but that didn’t mean all his ticks went away.

You just held him as his head plopped on your shoulder, sensing where his distress and aggravation was stemming from.

“Bad day?” You asked sympathetically, looping your arms around his neck so that you could card your fingers through his spiky hair.

He snorted but his fingers tightened from where they were gripping your waist. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

It was awful. He had gotten called away on a mission only to find out that his people mixed up who he was going up against and had given him skewed intelligence. He would’ve fucked them up for a mistake like that if it wasn’t for that column that landed on his leg and trapped it. He was fortunate that Recovery Girl had made a special trip to see him or else he would still be in the hospital. 

You smiled sympathetically at the bite in his tone and pressed a kiss to his temple in an effort to calm him. “You want to talk about it?”

Bakugou shook his head no. All that could come later, right now, he just wanted to to hold you in his arms. Because when he did, it was like all was right with the world.

You didn’t press the issue. Instead, after coaxing him to stand on his own two feet so that you weren’t dragging his weight around the complex, you led him to your shared bedroom.

“C’mon, bathtime.” You encouraged softly.

Bakugou didn’t fight you as you guided him into the simplistic yet modern bathroom and he lifted his arms up as you tapped his wrists to indicate what you wanted him to do so that you could take his shirt off. 

You turned around so he could strip the rest of the way and started to run the bath. You left the lights off on purpose so that the harshness of it wouldn’t hurt his eyes. Instead, the window provided natural light. 

Adding a couple bath salts and essential oils (even though he claimed he hated the way it smelled) to aid in his relaxation, you adjusted the temperature of the water to chanced a glance back at the man draped over you. Your brow furrowed and a frown pinched the edge of your mouth as he leaned against you more than usual. He was more hurt than he was letting on.

Slinging his heavy arm around your shoulder, you supported him and helped him into the tub. He had already undressed the rest of the way but your brow furrowed as he struggled to lift his left leg. Eventually, you were able to lower him without a problem and you grinned triumphantly at the feat accomplished but it went unnoticed by your husband.

Bakugou frowned tiredly when you didn’t follow him in. 

“Come here.” He rasped, his voice heavy and laced with a burden he didn’t want to voice.

Your expression softened but you shook your head. You were so dirty from working in your workshop. If anything, you needed a shower. He could soak by himself and then come eat dinner when he was ready and up for it.

But Bakugou tugged on your hand, insisting. 

“I don’t give a shit.” He growled lowly. “Get in here, dumbass.”

Shaking your head at his crude language, you squeaked when he yanked you towards him. Your breath caught in your throat as he was now an inch away from your face, his hot exhales mingling with your gasp of surprise. 

“You’re not asking, are you?” You sighed dramatically but smiled to let him know that you were just kidding. “Alright, give me a second.”

As soon as you took your clothes off, you clambered in the bath with him, facing him because you didn’t trust him not to try anything in this state where you were both nude. 

He wrinkled his nose, giving away his displeasure as you stayed an arm’s length away from him but you didn’t care and urged him to scoot forward so that you could start to clean him. 

Bakugou hissed as your nails dragged against his scalp. “Taking a damn bath is fucking dirty.”

“The water gets so fucking disgusting.” He scowled, huffing scornfully when he saw how brown the water was turning already.

You shrugged, focusing on a patch of particularly rough sediment clinging to his chest. 

Bakugou took this moment of peace in time to observe the way your brow furrowed in concentration, how your nose flared and your lips pursed. 

You hardly ever let him watch you at work in the shop, giving him a shitty excuse that he distracted you or some shit.

Fucking lame. 

You were a vision when you were working on things that you were passionate on. He could watch you for hours and never get tired. He actually had, on several occasions, had gotten in trouble with his PR team more than once because he skipped or forgotten about a press conference meant to boost his publicity.

Not that he really needed more. If anything, as a top ten hero, he needed less.

All he wanted was to lay in bed and fall asleep with you in his arms. Was it too much to ask for that of the world? To give him an uneventful night of peace where he wasn’t called away to work, to be able to wake up with you in the morning when the sun rose above the skyline and greet you with breakfast in bed instead of a scrawled note that told you how much he loved and missed you since he couldn’t stick around. 

You never minded. You never complained about the hardships once.

You knew that when you agreed to marry him you knew exactly what you were signing up for. And you never regretted it.

Sure, the days were hard. You had work and friends to keep you more than occupied but at the end of the day, it boiled down to commitment and how much you loved him. That wasn’t to say that waiting was easy, not at all.

Because everyday you had to worry about whether or not he would make it home that night. Whether he was eating properly and getting enough rest. How every time you turned on the news you held your breath as you flicked through the channels, hoping and praying that your husband wouldn’t be on the front of those stories that broadcasted the death of a hero for the whole nation to see. 

But he was worth it. He was worth your unconditional love for him and every single moment of waiting. You would always wait for him because there was no one else you’d rather be with.

Bakugou almost fell asleep in the tub as you bathed him without being prompted. Normally, he's have some kind of irritation flashing through him as he was forced to endure your loving touch that he absolutely did not need. Or treasure.

Or was the only thing he was able to think of when you tended to him with the utmost care.

Fuck.

He had learned fairly early on in your marriage that being vulnerable didn't not constitute the same as being weak in his definition. But it got easier as time passed and he saw that you would be the last person on earth to judge him or think less of him because of his limitations. 

It had taken a while but eventually you broke down those high walls of his, embracing him in the midst of the maze he had built up around his heart to protect himself and kissed the top of his head as he leaned down. 

You got him. All of him. 

There was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than by your side. 

Bakugou’s head lolled back against the backsplash as your nails scratched against his scalp.

He exhaled deeply. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

You fought back a cheeky smile. You knew him well and all of his weak spots.

Bakugou’s eyes fluttered closed as you continued to clean him. Usually, he would insist you turn around and relax so that he could take care of you but all the energy was sapped out of him. He was lucky he had someone like you to sit here with him after a shitty day, not ask any questions, but just simply be with him. 

You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly brought you in for a hug and you blushed a rosy red when he nuzzled unabashedly into the valley of your breasts.

“Katsuki!!” You exclaimed in shock, your fingers winding in his hair when he didn’t let you go. Your eyes shot open when he tugged you into his lap. He was never this forward and he usually waited a good couple hours to initiate any kind of physical contact after a rough day at work.

Today must have been particularly bad. 

“Thank you.” Bakugou grunted, the voiced appreciation coming out muffled from where he was attached to your chest.

Gaze softening, understanding filled your eyes and you gently kissed the top of his head. “You’re welcome.”

Discreetly, you grabbed the soap to finish his bath, sudsing yourself in the process. Bakugou didn’t complain once as the water turned dark with dirt, even though he was barking about it earlier, simply basking in your presence and breathing you in while you took care of him.

He toweled off first, per your insistence since you still needed to wash your hair.

As soon as you dried off, you gestured for him to hand you the antibiotic so that you could get to work on those cuts of his. He protested the entire time.

“This doesn’t even hurt, why do you have to put a fucking—”

Bakugou broke off with a hiss of pain as you pressed down slightly harder than you needed to in order to emphsize your point.

“Katsuki…” You warned, your eyes blatantly telling him not to fight you on this or else he’d regret it. He got it rather quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” He mumbled, averting his eyes. “Fine. Do your fucking shit or whatever.”

You weren't thrown off by the indifferent tone in his voice. He needed to know that you weren’t going anywhere. 

He always got agitated anytime he got hurt. It was only natural for someone who grew up thinking they had to be strong all the time.

Gently pressing down on his thigh, you paid special attention to when he winced.

“It’s just bruised.” You threw him a pointed glance, knowing what he was going to deny. “Recovery Girl came by?”

“Yeah.” Bakugou hissed under his breath. “Shitty nerd called her before I could say a damn word.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well thank goodness for that because everybody knows you would screw that up.”

“Oi.” He growled at your snark. “Not fucking funny.”

You grinned. “Wayyyy funny.”

Your smile faded as you continued to patch him up, inspecting him thoroughly to make sure you hadn’t missed anything. He had a tendency to hide how bad his injuries were and although you could understand why, you didn’t appreciate the times he was literally knocking on death’s door and would die if he didn’t receive medical attention.

Those times, you weren’t all that forgiving.

Gesturing to his leg that he had been favoring since he came home, you arched an eyebrow in silent questioning. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”

You crossed your arms over your chest but didn’t push it. He could still walk on it so it was probably fine. His pride was probably what was hurt more. Either that or the mission had gone bad and he had been too late.

Swallowing harshly, you knew not to cross that line. 

As the two of you exited the bathroom, you left behind the tense atmosphere and relaxed as you stepped back into the living area, making your way to the kitchen with great difficulty as Bakugou peppered kisses to your neck in a wordless thanks for helping him.

And the instant you arrived in the kitchen, you sprang away from him.

“Surprise!!” You shouted excitedly, waving your hands at the simple meal set up at the table. 

There was a single cinnamon and spice candle that sat in the center of the white tablecloth. He never was one for extravagance but you put in a little extra effort today.

At his silence, your arms dropped and you played with your fingers nervously, thinking that he didn’t like it. Or maybe that he found it annoying and just wanted to be left alone and now he would have to eat dinner with you.

You started to ramble as you began to panic. “I-I thought we could do something nice, since it’s your birthday, and I know since the pandemic, things have been really hard on you guys so I thought it would be nice to relax and—”

You cut off with a squeak as he swept you up into his arms and off your feet, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Cheeks flushing bright red, your stammering came to a halt as he let out a shaky exhale against your heated skin.

“Thanks.” 

It came out quieter than his usual volume, taking you by surprise, but you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn’t tease him. Maybe later when he could handle it, but not now. 

Stroking his hair comfortingly, you grounded him in reality before guiding him to sit at the table. He had tried to hide how happy he was from you but he couldn’t. Not one bit.

You knew him too well.

Letting him rest his feet, knowing he must’ve been standing and running around all day to correct mistakes, defeat villains and save people.

You moved to go sit down on the opposite side of the table like you normally everyday at dinnertime but the arm locked around your waist stopped you.

Glancing back quizzically, you yelped as Bakugou pulled you down into his lap, pressing your back flush against his broad chest.

He didn’t say anything, and if you had to guess, you figured that his brow was probably furrowed in annoyance and his mouth was pressed in a thin line at indulging in something as simple as your company and affection, but you could let him have this.

He deserved it after all. 

Twisting around, you planted a gentle kiss to his jaw, raising a hand up to tilt his face down towards you.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki.” You breathed, eyes shining with emotion. 

Two years. It had been two years since he demanded that you marry him. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you. 

Unlike most couples, you two hadn’t dated much at all. Your first date was a home-cooked meal at his apartment that he shared with Kirishima at the time, a day before the wedding. 

Your friends were shocked, to say the least. 

But you two were close. You might not have dated like how many people would classify it, but the two of you knew each other better inside out for most of your lives and was often the first one called whenever there was a villain incident that the other had gotten hurt in. 

Bakugou hadn’t cared that the public knew about you. He had originally wanted to keep it a secret so that you were better off in terms of safety-wise, but you had nothing to hide, telling him to let them try. 

They wouldn’t break you.

Your relationship might’ve seemed rushed to some, frantic and panicked, but it couldn’t be more off from the truth. 

The thing was, you just knew. You knew that if it was going to be anyone, if you could see yourself with one person for the rest of your life, it would be with him. 

No one else even came close. 

But you were still surprised when Bakugou admitted the same, just in fewer words. 

After going through everything, the USJ incident where you had gotten hurt taking a hit from the Nomu for him, the kidnapping where he was ripped away right in front of your eyes, to where he was the one to finally be able to rescue you during a break-in at Heights Alliance, he just knew.

Like you, after risking your lives for each other countless times and finding solace in each other after it was all said and done meant a lot. Meant more than he could put into words. 

You squeaked as the arms around you tightened out of the blue, concern filling your gaze as you leaned back into his chest. 

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, your small hands covering his on your waist as you sank into his embrace, tilting your head up so that you could see him clearly.

Bakugou’s vermilion eyes snapped towards you as he was broken out of his reminiscing. He grunted in your direction, internally wincing at how short he was being with you even if you didn’t even seem to mind. 

His wistful smile transformed into a full-blown smirk as you grabbed a piece of korean barbeque off of his plate and popped it in your mouth. 

Bakugou’s breath tickled your ear as he leaned forward and his low voice, though rough with exhaustion, held a touch of amusement. “I saw that, dumbass.” 

You blinked up innocently at him, kicking your feet childishly and he shook his head, pinching your side in retaliation. You jumped and smacked his chest, blushing deeply as a chuckle reverbated against your back. 

“Katsuki!!”

“Fucking dumbass.” He muttered into your hair, unconsciously catching a whiff of the coconut and pineapple shampoo you used. You smelled even sweeter than usual, it was dulling his senses. But he was not complaining. 

You smiled to yourself, snuggling into his warmth. It was quiet moments like this when there was nothing else but the company of him surrounding you and the ambiance of a safe place that you loved the most.

Heart at ease, you were surprised to hear that his heartbeat matched yours. 

Your teeth worried into your bottom lip cheekily and before he could tease you any further, you redirected his attention to his mostly untouched plate, insisting that he eat.

Bakugou was generally pretty good about staying on top of meals and eating healthy to balance out all the exercise he got working as a hero, but lately things had hit him hard and he had been slacking off more than usual.

You were quick to catch it before it got too bad though. 

Bakugou’s eyes shimmered with a hint of unspoken emotion. He was so lucky to have you.

Moving to get up so that you could get your food from across the table, you gasped as his arms squeezed around your midsection, preventing you from leaving.

“Don’t leave.” Bakugou muttered, his brow furrowed as a hint of a pout appeared on his face. 

You giggled softly at his childish antics. “I’ll be right back.”

He could be so clingy sometimes, not that you were complaining. You were just as bad. There was something about being in his embrace and letting him hold you that made you feel safe, made you feel like you were at home.

Although it was rare and far in between, he did occasionally let you cuddle him. It had taken a while into your marriage for his walls to come crumbling down, but once they did, you never once made fun of him for what he needed or asked for. 

Pouting when your beloved husband didn’t let you free, you blinked up at him with doe eyes.

You wiggled in his lap when he still didn’t release you. “Katsuki—”

“No.” He growled stubbornly. 

You sighed, trying to appear as disheartened as possible. “But I’m hungry.”

“You can eat my fucking food, dumbass.” Bakugou huffed.

Folding your arms over your chest stubbornly, you frowned. He wasn’t going to eat the food you made? Even after going all day without eating his meals?

Oh hell no. 

You squirmed in his lap, now trying to pry his unyielding grip off so that you could reach your own plate that was probably cold by now on the other side of the table. 

“Katsuki, please?” You pleaded and his frown faltered.

Why did you have to be so damn cute? It wasn’t fair.

While he was distracted, you swiped your plate from across the table and settled back into his lap cheekily, sighing contentedly as he was left in a stunned silence.

“Oi, what the fuck?”

You giggled, waving your chopsticks at him. “What the matter, Katsuki? Cat got your tongue?”

He glared at you but it faded as you laughed harder and he found a small smile lifting up the edges of his mouth.

Dinner consisted of light banter back and forth as he stuffed the food you had made in his mouth, begrudgingly admitting that it tasted good when you eagerly asked.

He tapped your hip to get you to stop squirming once you finished eating but you retorted that he was taking too long. 

He needed to finish, you had something to give him. 

Bakugou arched an eyebrow and purposefully went slower until you smacked his arm with an indignant cry at his audacity. He barked out a laugh, his chest shaking as you pushed out your bottom lip at him childishly.

“Fucking brat.” He muttered fondly and you beamed at the soft tone he took on.

“You love me~” You sang, pecking his cheek.

“Go die.” He hissed, attitude back faster than you could blink.

You insisted that he finish his meal before you revealed what you were holding back from him. 

Bakugou wasn’t going to admit that the curiosity was eating away at him as you dangled the unknown of his head like something to be played with and he was almost ashamed at how he quickened his pace.

Almost.

He didn’t react when you clambered off of his lap but his eyes widened when you climbed on top of the counter.

Chair scraping back and crashing to the tiled floor with how abruptly he stood up, he was by your side in a split second.

“Fuck— You’re going to fucking fall!!!” He cursed violently, chest heaving as he panted hard.

You giggled lightly, leafing through the spices you kept on the top shelf in order to find what you were looking for. “Relax, Katsuki, I’m fine.”

You started keeping them all on the very top after he dumped an entire bottle of chili pepper into your dinner one night. You were not amused at the shit-eating grin on his face that came from getting his fix of spicy food.

After that, it was only salt and pepper from then on, much to his dismay.

Bakugou didn’t look at all reassured by your words and he was strongly thinking about climbing up there with you just so he could catch you if you lost your balance when you squealed joyfully and hopped back down.

Thank fuck. You were going to give him a heart attack one day. 

After you ushered him to sit back down, you presented the culprit as to what your dodgy behavior was all about.

Bakugou’s vermilion eyes widened when you proudly handed him a carefully wrapped gift box. The pattern on the paper was simple and you didn’t go overboard with decorating it, settling for a small bow on top. 

He appreciated it. 

Even though to the untrained eye it looked like you hadn’t spent much effort, he knew that it was in fact the very opposite. He could see where you had meticulously folded the paper so that it laid flat and didn’t crease or wrinkle. The dark green bow vaguely reminded him of Deku, but more of the time when you said you loved the green in his hero costume because of how much it contrasted against his eyes. 

Your words, not his.

He couldn’t fucking care less about the color except for the fact that you said you liked it. That stuck with him more than he would’ve liked to admit. 

Bakugou’s hand shook slightly as he accepted the gift. “You weren’t supposed to get me anything, brat.”

You only rolled your eyes humorously, planting your hands on your hips. “Oh please, like I’m not going to get you something for your birthday.”

You may have had a habit of going all out for things like his birthday and holidays and he hated it because he never knew what to do with those warm, fuzzy feelings you left him with, giving him those wide smiles of yours that lit up the room as though he had created the universe and blinked up at him with your bright, loving doe eyes that melted his heart.

So instead, his competitive spirit spurred on to compensate for the lack of emotional capacity he had to deal with all of these unwanted feelings. 

It frustrated and flattered you to no end.

“You better fucking remember this when yours comes around then, dumbass.” Bakugou smirked, shooting you a sharp look when your jaw dropped. He would return the favor and go overboard when yours came around.

You blinked. The nerve he had. He knew you two were trying to save up funds so that you would have a stable foundation when you were ready to have kids. “W-Wait, Katsu—”

“Too late.” He rejected flatly, his eyes twinkling with a touch of amusement as he dodged your attempts to take back the present. 

His present. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Bakugou snapped as you lost your balance and crashed face-first into his chest while trying to get it back.

You floundered for a second, trying to get your bearings but your husband was too fast and beat you to it. He set the box down in flash in order to catch you.

Hooking your legs around his waist so that you didn’t fall again, his palm splayed against your lower back, teasing with the hem of your shirt before it dipped underneath. 

You jolted as his warm hand came in contact with your chilly skin and you shivered. 

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed accusingly at you. “You’re cold.”

Blushing, you tried to hide only for him to be one step ahead of you and yank your wrists away from your face. 

“Fucking idiot.” He muttered to himself and you giggled, bouncing excitedly in his lap now that your life was no longer in danger from falling ungracefully off of a chair. 

“Open it, open it, open it!!” You chanted over and over again, tugging at his arm enthusiastically. 

Bakugou grimaced at your volume. “Stop fucking yelling in my ear, you shitty woman.”

But he froze and his whole body tensed the second he opened the lid. 

You blinked at him nervously, brushing back your hair anxiously as you waited for him to say something. Unable to wait as the silence stretched on, you pointed out each one of the items sitting in the container to explain what they were so he didn’t just think you gave him a pile of junk as a gag gift. 

“They’re specialized compression arm bands for when you’re out in the field to help reduce the muscle strain but they won’t be affected by your quirk, you’d have to try really hard to destroy them and even then—”

“Thank you.”

You stopped your nervous rambling and blinked up at him in shock. Was that genuine gratitude you detected in his voice without the usual mask of nonchalance?

You giggled, almost not believing your ears. He didn’t even bother disguising it. “Wow, the world must really be ending.”

“Shut the fuck up and die.” Bakugou hissed.

Ah, there it was. 

You grinned widely. “You really like it?”

“Course, you shitty woman.” He glowered, slipping them on to try it out. 

Bakugou remembered telling you about the strain overusing his quirk caused on his arms but when push came to shove, he didn’t care if he destroyed his body when it came to saving the day. But that was years ago. 

Back when you had first met and he had blown you up during a training session. Literally. The burns landed you in Recovery Girl’s office and after that, he had walked in to begrudgingly apologize but you just looked up at him with that same kind face that greeted him everyday and asked him if it always hurt to use his quirk for such huge blasts.

You weren’t even offended by the fact that he had hurt you. It was true that he didn’t ever hold back against opponents, even when training, but even he admitted that he might’ve gone too hard.

Maybe.

But to think you not only remembered it but also worked through that pretty brain of yours to come up with a solution like this. 

All the support tech in the world didn’t have a material that could withstand his nitroglycerin when he ignited it. 

You were incredible.

Bounding up to your feet eagerly, you didn’t give him any time to throw a tantrum that you had detached yourself from him as you begged for him to try them out. 

“Hah?” He glowered. “You want me to use my quirk indoors?”

But he raised his hands anyway. You were always the one to enforce the rule of him not using his explosion inside, since it was destructive even with his fine control over it. You must’ve been really excited to see him try it out.

His palms popped with sparks at first and he raised an eyebrow as a cooling sensation kicked in automatically. Slowly, he built up his power until he fired a controlled AP cannon that shattered the vase from across the room. 

You cheered and clapped your hands gleefully at how well it worked. It had changed blue when it activated, signaling that the cooling agent was doing its job.

Flexing his hands, Bakugou noticed how his arms weren't as sore as they normally were. 

He took them off and turned it over in his hands, examining it closely. “How did you do it?”

You went on a rant, enthusiasm taking over every inch of your being as you eagerly explained how you created the material, a hybrid of some sort of elastic that could withstand high heats woven in with a cooling agent to soothe his muscles when they were overworked. The threads that made up the compression bands were fireproofed down to their molecular level, an expensive process but possible with the right amount of funds, along with a ton of time and patience.

All of which you had as you spent a huge chunk on the money you had saved up for this.

Your husband’s expression softened into something that vaguely resembled fondness as your eyes shone with excitement over your newest piece of tech. Specially made just for him. 

Fuck, he was whipped.

Bakugou buried his face into your chest and you yelped in surprise, tugging his hair to pry him off of your body but he just groaned and stubbornly refused to move.

“Katuski!!” You protested, your hands shooting to the arms that were wrapped around your torso and pressing you close to him. “I’m dirty!!”

A blatant lie since you had bathed with him but you were desperate. This would inevitably end up in the bed if you didn’t push him off you right now. 

You had been working in the shop all day to finish these up, just able to wrap the specialized compression sleeves in time before he came home. And because all of your clothes were currently being washed since there was an accident in your workshop a few days ago, you had to throw on your dirty tank top and cargo pants after scrubbing it as best as you could; and it was not the most appealing or flattering on your body. 

It was clear your husband thought otherwise though.

“Don’t care.” Bakugou grumbled into your chest, his meaty hands going down to cup your butt.

You smacked his chest, telling him off, squeaking when he retaliated by squeezing your ass firmly. Rolling your eyes at the cheeky smirk on his face, you kissed his nose softly and his expression crumbled away to the softness that you knew had always lurked behind his guard.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki…” You whispered, a millimeter away from his lips. “I love you.”

You hadn’t even finished your declaration before his hand was snaking around the back of your neck, closing the distance in one go and crushing your mouth to his. 

You whined as he dominated your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. You decided to play with him a bit and kept your lips pursed. He growled at your disobedience and you shifted giddily in his lap, yelping when he nipped your bottom lip. 

He groaned against your mouth as you ground your pelvis into his.

Bakugou thought this was going to go somewhere with how much you were teasing him but to his frustration, you climbed off of him, panting hard to catch your breath.

You winked. He knew that glint in your eyes. 

“Catch me if you can!!” You shouted over your shoulder as you sprinted towards the living room and took refuge behind the couch. 

“What the fuck….” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head at your childish antics as you raced out of view. 

He stomped into the living room. 

“Oi, get out from behind there, dumbass.” He growled.

When you didn’t reply, he rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently. 

“I know you’re there, shitty woman.” “He drawled. “I can see your fucking foot.”

Your indignant squeak made the corner of his mouth twitch in amusement but the look was quickly wiped off of his face as a foam bullet whizzed past his ear. You had just declared war.

A wide smirk spread across Bakugou’s face at the invitation of a challenge and forgoing his shirt, he sank low to the ground. He didn’t even bother to take one of the other guns where they were stored. He was going to beat you in hand to hand so easily it was going to be embarrassing.

“Just remember when you fucking lose,” He started, cracking his knuckles loudly. “Don’t come crying, dumbass.”

“I don’t cry— Hey!! That’s cheating!!”

Your confident reply broke out into a whine halfway through your sentence as Bakugou leaped over the couch and tackled you to the floor, pushing the gun away so you couldn’t shoot at him anymore.

“You’re such a fucking child.” He snorted, stealing a kiss from you before you could say anything.

“But you love me anyways~” You sang, repeating your declaration from earlier as you booped his nose softly.

Bakugou huffed indifferently, a proud smirk stretching across his face as his true feelings won over. 

“Damn right I do.”

[imagineanime2022]

(OM) You Had A Bad Family In The Human World (Hurt/Comfort)

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Levi X Reader, Asmo X Reader, Satan X Reader, Beel X Reader, Belphie X Reader

Warning: Mentions of bad family life nothing too detailed though, bad siblings, bad parents, abuse injuries.

Lucifer

📚 Lucifer didn’t think there would be a human that would not cause trouble when they were in Devildom but from the moment you got there, you had your head down studied and tried not to cause any trouble.

📚 You cleaned and he didn’t have to make sure that you were at school, you were there early.

📚 It confused him, he heard that most humans your age were irresponsible and inconsiderate but you seemed to be the opposite

📚 He got the chance to address it one evening when you brought him a tea before bed.

Lucifer was still hard at work, as always there were still tons of things that he needed to take care of before the day was done, he wasn’t expecting anyone so when he heard a knock on his office door “Come in.” He called expecting one of his brothers to have a problem that they needed him to fix. “I don’t mean to bother you but I saw that your light was still on and figured you would be up for a little longer.” You stepped forward and gestured to the tea before putting it on the desk a safe distance from the paperwork. “You made that for me?” He asked. “Mm, when I had to sit up back home I always liked to have a hot drink, although I preferred hot chocolate when I could get it.” You shrugged. “I’m rambling I should leave you to work.” “(Y/N) wait.” He said as he put down his pen, he leaned back in his chair. “Your different than I expected you to be.” “Is that bad?” You asked. “No.” He answered honestly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the rest as he rested his chin on his interlocked fingers. “You far less trouble.” “Well I lived alone, you actually made living here easier when you asked Mammon to keep an eye on me.” You explained. “You lived alone?” He asked. “My mum died when I was born and my Dad got in a drunk accident, I’ve lived alone ever since.” You answered playing with your fingers. “I’m sorry.” He said softly as he watched you carefully. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, you guys are the ones that changed my life anyway.” You shrugged “some might say you saved me, I need to get some sleep, you should get some sleep too.” Lucifer watched you leave a small smile on his face, it had been a long time since someone had considered him a saviour.

Mammon

💳 Mammon had never been good with money but you were the first person that seemed to actually want to help him. 💳 You had finished a shift with him and you were both paid, you saw the look on his face. The one that said he was spending the money already. 💳 You reached over and whipped the money from his hand, you counted it quickly before splitting it evenly for seven days handing him the sum for one day. 💳 He grumbled about it as you pocketed his money, thinking that you weren’t going to give it back because you had found out about the money that he had already stolen from you.

Over the next couple of days, you handed back parts of his money until his next payday where you did the same thing all over again, at first Mammon hated that he didn’t have full control over the money that he was earning but he then realised that he never had to borrow money from his brothers and in turn get in trouble with them when he didn’t pay them back.

One evening on your way back from work he handed you the money and you smiled as you sorted it and handed some back “why do you do that?” He asked. “What?” You asked. “The money, no matter how much money I spent not even Lucifer has done this for me.” Mammon frowned. “Well before I came here, my parents travelled all the time and they left me at home with some money and I had to make sure that lasted until they got back.” You explained. “They left ya alone?” He asked. “Ya had siblings right?” “No, it was just me,” You answered. “You always have that look in your eye, the same one I had on the first month that they left me alone, that month I barely ate anything because I spent all the money on things that I didn’t need.” “Why didn’t ya just get a job?” Mammon asked he didn’t mean to sound harsh but he truly didn’t understand why you had to struggle along like that you seemed completely capable. “I was too young to get a job back then.” You answered with a shrug. “It’s better here though. You guys never leave me alone and you all make sure that I eat.” “Well, I promise The Great Mammon will never leave ya alone again.” He promised and he looked away scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened with his next sentence “if ya need help ask me okay?” “Sure thing Mammon.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and tugged him along with you.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi didn’t notice anything about you for a long time because he spent so much time avoiding you but once he declared you his new best friend he started to realise that it was very rare for him to hear your voice. 🎮 He tried asking you questions to get you to answer but you often nodded or shook your head in vague response or gave very short answers. 🎮 At first, he thought that you were stilled scared of him due to his actions during the competition but he then realised that you did the same thing with all of his other brothers. 🎮 Levi decided to ask you about it at your next hangout session.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor watching Levi play a game, he looked at you for a second before looking back at the game “Left or right?” He asked, you looked at the screen for a second before pointing at the path you thought he should go down. “You could have just said which way you wanted me to go.” You smiled but shook your head. “Why?” You looked at him for a second but when you realise that there was no way to answer him without talking. “I don’t want to annoy you.” You answered quietly and he frowned as he moved so that he was facing you. “How could you annoy me?” He asked. “My older siblings used to say that my voice was annoying, they told me never to talk unless they asked me a question.” You explained pulling your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “What happened if you did?” He asked. “They would pretend that they couldn’t hear me or flick my ear sometimes.” You answered. “Anything worse than that?” He asked. “Sometimes.” You admitted, he frowned his fists clenching, he knew the feeling that you were feeling, it was the reason that he never left his room but his brothers never made him feel that way, they all supported him in a weird way and he didn’t know what he would do if they ever turned the other way. “I like your voice,” Levi admitted and your eyes widened. “I-I’d like to hear it more.” “Okay.” You said softly as he turned back to the game.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo needed a new partner in crime and none of his brothers was going to entertain him. 💅 He decided to come and find you but he couldn’t seem to find you anywhere until he got to your room where he knocked and heard you yell for him to come in, ultimately you denied his request. 💅 Asmo tried asking you to go out with him a few times after that but you always declined, he hardly ever saw you out of your room, he wanted to believe that it was because you were somewhere new but after a while he started to see the way that you enjoyed the time that you spent with his brothers at dinner or at school. 💅 One day Asmo walked past your door and we he looked into your room he saw that you were sitting on your bed but it didn’t seem like he was doing anything.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” He asked, you looked at him and smiled. “Nothing.” You answered, he frowned as he walked into the room. “Let go do something then.” He suggested and you looked around you almost seemed panicked before you looked at him again. “Are you sure that it’s okay?” You asked. “Of course.” He smiled as he walked into the room and walked over to your wardrobe opening it “where are all your clothes.” “What are you talking about?” You asked as you walked over to him and frowned “they’re all there.” “This is everything that you had back home?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered. “Well then it’s time for a shopping trip.” He smiled asked grabbed some of your clothes urging you to get changed.

You had been out with Asmo for almost 2 hours as he dragged you from shop to shop, but he was now looking over make up and pointing at different things but he could tell that you were completely lost “you’ve never use make up before?” He asked. “No…” You answered and he looked at you and frowned. “What about your friends? They never used it?” He asked. “I didn’t really have any friends.” You answered as he held a foundation colour to your face before shaking his head and going for another one. “Why? You seem like a prefectly good person to me.” He smiled as he spoke and threw something into the basket. “It wasn’t me or them, it was my Mum, she always wanted me home straight after school, she never let me leave the house, if I left without her permission I’d get some injury that I would have to lie about or hide.” You explained. “Your Mum used to do that to you? Is that why you never leave your room unless it’s dinner or school?” He asked. “Yeah… It’s a hard habit to break, you guys have never made me feel like I have to do that by the way. You guys are the nicest people that I’ve ever met.” You admitted. “Good, now lets get this shopping finished so I can show you how to use everything that we bought today.” He smiled seemingly most excited them he was before as he pulled you to the counter to pay for everything.

Satan

🐈 Satan honestly thought that he was the problem, he was never not the problem. You never looked at him, your eyes were always on the ground. 🐈 He never realised that you didn’t look at any of his brothers, you never looked anyone in the eye. 🐈 One night he walked into the kitchen and saw that you were in there, it seemed at first like you were cleaning up after yourself but as he continued to watch you he saw that you were just cleaning the kitchen in general. 🐈 He caught you doing that every night after that and eventually decided that he was going to ask you about it even if it scared you because after all you weren’t getting much sleep if you were up all night cleaning.

You were in the library this time dusting book cases and putting back the ones that the others had left around “what are you doing in here?” Satan asked as he walked into the library, you turned to him and for a split second you were looking at him then as usual your eyes dropped to the floor as you started fiddling with your fingers. “I’m just cleaning.” You answered. “Why?” He asked. “What do you mean, I always had to do this at home, I got blamed for the mess when I was younger so I just clean everything up you know?” You asked. “Your siblings blamed you for what they did?” He asked and you nodded. “Well that solves one mystery, you don’t have to clean up after all of us, you won’t get blamed for anything.” “I don’t mind.” You answered as you turned to go back to what you were doing but he caught you wrist and you tense up. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said there was a slight edge to your voice and for the first time you looked up at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” “Why do you sound so scared?” He asked his voice was softer this time, he had read enough to know about the signs that you were showing “what happened when you got blamed for all the mess at home?” “My parents got angry.” You answered as his eyes travelled down your face and neck, which for the first time wasn’t shadowed and he could see that there were bruises that seemed to have scarred on your shoulders and neck. “Is that what happened when your parents got mad?” He asked. “Sometimes.” You answered. “Nothing like that will happen here, just go and get some rest okay?” He asked and you looked at him for a second before nodding. “Okay.” You agreed, you walked passed him and back to your room and as he watched you go he realised that maybe his family wasn’t so bad.

Beelzebub

🍫 Beel didnt notice anything different about you at first, if someone spilled their food you would be the first to offer up a replacement or if one of them complained about still being hungry you would offer your food to them. 🍫 It didn’t take long for Beel to realise that you were always offering your food and one night he decided to come to your room with a snack, he noticed that you light was still on when he walked towards the kitchen so on his way back he knocked on the door. 🍫 You called for him to come in and he when he did he smiled as he offered you food and made himself comfortable on your bed. 🍫 When you shook your head at the food he offered he decided to ask you why you always gave up your food.

“Why do you always give everyone else your food?” He asked. “They’re hungry.” You answered with a shrug. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked as he moved to the middle of the bed to face you properly. “Not all the time.” You said honestly. “What about the times when you were?” He asked. “I’m used to it.” You answered and that made him stop. “What does that mean?” He asked. “My family didn’t have a lot of money but we had a lot of mouths to feed and I was one of the oldest so I always gave food to my younger siblings if they needed.” You explained. Beel reached over and grabbed you, pulling you over so that you were sitting inbetween his spread legs and held up half of his sandwich. “Eat.” He ordered. “Beel you got that because you were hungry.” You explained as you looked back at him but he shrugged before pressing it closer to your face. “You didn’t eat at dinner, I remember you gave it to Mammon because Levi threw his across the table.” Beel mumbled and you sighed. “Your not going to let this go are you?” You asked, he smiled down at you so you sighed and took the half of the sandwich taking a bite of it. “Good enough?” “No all of it.” He ordered as he grabbed the other half of the sandwich and started eating himself. “Alright.” You sighed as you leaned back into his chest, he made a noise of approval and from then onwards always offered you food nad made sure that you never gave away yours.

Belphagor

��� At first there was nothing wrong but after a while Belphie started to notice that the were bags forming under your eyes and you never seemed to be able to focus for very long. 💤 You were sitting a breakfast and you’d fall asleep before he did, he’d push his pillow under your head before it hit the table. 💤 Belphie always saw you head to bed early so he really didn’t know what happened but it seemed like you weren’t sleeping very well. 💤 Finally one night he decided that he was going to go and check on you, you light was off and when he opened the door you were sleeping, he was about to turn around and leave but then you shot up out of breath breathing erratic as your eyes moved around the room before finally landing on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m fine.” You answered rearranging the covers and looking anywhere but him. “You have nightmares?” He asked. “It’s nothing, you dont have to worry about it.” You dismissed him and he sighed before closing the door, he thought that he knew the root of your issues and walked over carefully. “This is because of me isn’t it?” He asked. “No this has nothing to do with you.” You answered and it seemed like you were telling the truth. “You were sleeping fine before.” He reminded you and you nodded. “Because Beel used to sleep in here, I guess he got lonely because you weren’t there with him, so he neded up in here with me.” You answered with a shrug “I forgot about the nightmares for a little while but they’re back.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He asked. “No one to tell.” You answered, you felt the bed dip where he sat. “Beel and I would have helped.” His answer came seconds after your confession before he climbed over you getting comfortable on the other side of the bed. “I’ll stay right here for the rest of the night.” “What about Beel?” You asked. “He’ll find us if he needs us.” He answered, it was slient for a second before he spoke again “what are they about?” “Just some people I used to live with.” You answered. “They probably don’t even realise that I’m gone.” “They don’t?” He asked as he turned to pull you towards him. “No.” You answered. “Get some sleep.” He prompted “I’ll stay and chase away all the bad dreams.”

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