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About the shownu bread cheeks. Honestly Iâm trying not to comment on peopleâs especially kpop idols appearance because we never know what people are going throughâŠbut seeing your man so chiselled in the face after him looking quite fuller and healthy before and during enlistment I 100% suspected it was for comeback purposes idk also I always think back of the comments about him being âtoo bigâ for the all the stage clothing and how some fans didnât like his bigger frame as though the man isnât a former an athlete and a dancer butâŠidk itâs all very sad.
Oh yeah definitely! I'd never bring this stuff up where I'd suspect the idol in question would see them! I remember a few times during vlives and monchannel before his enlistment he mentioned how mbb keep telling/asking him if he lost weight and he was frustrated with it and insisted that he hadn't. Like he clearly doesn't like these types of comments.
Its true that they all usually lose weight during cb/promotion eras but it seems quite drastic this time.... his cheeks are barely there when he smiles...
#its usually kihyun i worry abt when it comes to dieting bc he seems like he has the worst and most unhealthy diet habits#like the 1-meal-a-day diet... it infuriates me every time I think about it#but shownu always seemed to know what he was doing#like that one shownuayo episode where he was quoting the rock (i think)#-in the car while he was driving himself somewhere and he was like 'carbs are friend!' đđđ#it made my heart so happy...#but Kihyun did mention the other day that while him and hyungwon and Changkyun went to eat after the music show recording-#shownu didnt go with them and instead went to gym...#i really. really hope that he's not doing this because of those ppl's comments during his enlistment when a few pics of him came out#i was so happy because he looked so healthy and happy....#but there will always be those people who don't know when to shut up and keep their bullshit opinions to themselves#at the end of the day he's a grown man and i have to trust that he's taking care of himself#its not up to me or anyone else to decide if he's healthy or making healthy decisions for his body#i can just hope that he stays healthy and happy and support him however way i can :'(#but i will miss his bread cheeks dearly đđ#ask#anon
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And here it is, part 4 of the Room Fic! ...or well. part of part 4.
see, Part 4 is going to be pretty long and take me awhile, so I decided to release it on tumblr as I go, in parts. and since we're already in a numbered list, I'll go by letters now. So this is Part 4 Part A!
it's fine, it makes sense!
I'm going to release it here on tumblr in parts, and then when it's all done I'll put it on AO3, and probably do some proper editing and may add/fix some things up once the whole thing is written. So consider this a semi-WIP. but I doubt it will change much because I usually don't change things too much after I finish writing them haha
anyway, hope you enjoy!
content warnings: discussions of food issues, anxiety, aftermath of torture
also, if you're confused, start here!
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Raph spots the change in Leoâs train car on the way to breakfast. He stops and tries to make sense of it for a minute, before making his way to the kitchen.
Mikey is already there, as is Splinter, making some tea. âMorning!â Mikey trills, scraping some scrambled eggs into a big platter.
âMorninâ,â Raph echoes back. He meant to sound neutral at worst, but his tone still earns a worried look from Mikey.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothinâs wrong,â Raph says quickly. âI just⊠noticed Leo did some redecorating.â
âOh, yeahâŠâ Mikey chews on his lip. âWhatâs up with that?â
âI dunno, but it makes Raph uneasy.â
âWhat is it?â asks Splinter, looking at them each in turn.Â
âLeo covered up all his windows,â Mikey tells him.
âAh, I see.â Splinter sets cups in front of them, followed by the tea pot. âI will go check on him.â
Splinter leaves Mikey and Raph looking at each other uncertainly.
âWhy would he need the windows covered?â asks Mikey. âWhat does he need to hide from here?â
âI dunno, Mike.â Raph sighs. âI guess he doesnât feel safe yet.â
âBut heâs home,â Mikey insists. âHeâs with us.â
âYeah,â says Raph, because he doesnât know what else to say.
âI told him to talk to us if anythingâs bothering him.â Mikey taps the spatula against the empty skillet. âHe said he would, butâŠâ
Raph doesnât know if he should feel surprised or not. âHe hasnât talked to you about anything?â
Mikey scowls. âNothing important,â he says.
Raph chuckles. âWell, you are his little brother-â
âIâm not that little!â Mikey snaps, throwing the spatula down and rounding on Raph.Â
Raphâs a little surprised by the sudden anger. Sure, Mikey has been insisting on his independence more and more, but this is more aggressive than usual.
âRaph didnât mean anything by it,â he says, but Mikey doesnât stop glaring. Raph is saved by Splinterâs return.
âHe is sleeping quite soundly,â their dad announces, hopping up onto a stool and grabbing for the platter of eggs. âHe was even drooling a bit.â Splinter chuckles.
âOkay, but youâre going to ask about it when he wakes up, right?â asks Mikey.
âNo.â Splinter scoops the eggs onto his plate. âIf he wants to explain, he will.â
âYou donât think itâs⊠I dunno. Concerning?â Raph asks.
âIt is not hurting anyone. And it has helped your brother sleep. Thereâs nothing wrong with it,â says Splinter, and it has an air of finality.
Mikey looks unsatisfied with that outcome, but he doesnât say anything. He fixes a plate for Leo and puts it into the microwave for safekeeping.
Raph isnât sure where he lands. All he knows is that he sure as heck isnât going to be the one to ask about it.
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Leo comes in about twenty minutes later, after theyâve already finished eating. Heâs still wearing his pajamas, one of his thinner throw blankets, with the Jupiter Jim logo, pulled around his shoulders like a shawl. If you focus on his torso, he almost looks like a healthy teenager, thanks to his shell.
But his hands are still drawn and thin where they grip the fabric, his wrists bony where they peek out of his sleeves. His cheeks are still sunken in and his skin hasnât regained its usual vibrancy. And thereâs a subtle shake to his movements, like the effort it took to walk from his room to the kitchen was immense.
Oh, and thereâs the absolutely devastated look on his face when he sees the empty plates.
Raph remembers, again, when Leo had practically begged them not to let him sleep through breakfast in the motel, and he feels a sick twist of his stomach.
âGeez, you guys didnât leave any for me?â he asks, and his voice sounds light and joking and completely at odds with the expression on his face. Raph is pretty sure Leo doesnât even know he looks like that; their self-appointed face man, who usually has so much control over his appearance, not even aware of how far his heart has slipped onto his sleeve.
âWe have you a plate right here,â says Mikey, scrambling to open the microwave. âWant me to warm it up any?â
âNo,â says Leo a little too quickly. His eyes stay locked on the plate even as he pulls on a smile that is so carefree itâs in obvious opposition with the rest of him. âIâm sure itâs fine - thanks, Angelo.â
Mikey tries to smile as he hands the lukewarm plate of eggs and toast to Leo. Leo takes it and grabs his fork with urgency he tries not to show. His bites are so steady and evenly paced that Raph bets he could clap the beat out if he wanted to - Leo doing all he can not to look like heâs scarfing.
Okay, so Leo clearly isnât better yet; it doesnât take a genius to figure that out. Any conversations Raph wants to have about what happened in that room will have to wait. Thatâs okay - he can be patient.
To keep from watching too obviously, he takes out his phone. April texted the group chat twenty minutes ago, saying she had some homework to catch up on but sheâll be coming over later today. Raphâs glad, because having her around keeps them all in better spirits. He spends way longer than necessary trying to find the exact gif to use as a reaction to the news.
âCan I have another piece of toast?â Leo asks, pulling Raphâs attention from his phone. Heâs already eaten the ones Mikey gave him, and about half his eggs. He taps his fork against the empty half of his plate at a quick pace.
Is this the first time Leo has actually asked for something outright? Raph isnât sure.
Mikey grimaces and checks his phone. âBarry said to give you that much⊠Oh, but if youâre still hungry, you can have yogurt!â
He opens the fridge to retrieve it. Leo scowls, scooping up a bite of eggs with more force than before, the scrape of metal on porcelain.
âBarry said,â he grumbles. âHow long do we gotta listen to that guy?â
âHeâs doing a lot of work to help you, Leo,â says Raph. âHe seems to know what heâs talkinâ about.â
âAw, come on. Itâs one piece of toast!â Leo leans toward Mikey. âItâs not gonna hurt me!â
His voice is light, almost joking, but heâs doing it again: that sad, pitiful look. Raph is sure he doesnât know heâs doing it.
It feels impossible to deny that face. Raph looks at Mikey, who looks back at him, both of them equally unsure.
âWellâŠâ says Mikey weakly, glancing back toward the toaster. Heâs going to give in, and Raph canât blame him. Splinter doesnât step in to help, either. âBarry saidâŠâ
Leo smiles. It looks almost manic. âWhat Draxum doesnât know wonât hurt him,â he says in a singsong.
âWhat wonât I know?â
Raph jumps. Everyone jumps - some family of ninja they are.
Draxum stands at the foot of the escalator into their makeshift kitchen, arms folded. Raph has to hold back a sigh of relief, and he sees Mikeyâs shoulders sag in turn. Leo scowls, whirling to glare at Draxum.
âOh, come on!â he snaps. âDonât you have other teenagers to torture today?â
âItâs Saturday,â says Draxum, crossing the room to sit at a chair. âSo you have the benefit of my full attention.â
âAuuugh,â Leo groans, slumping dramatically at the table, and ignoring the effect his casual use of the word torture has had on everyone else in the room. Raph feels ill. Mikey looks it.
âCan Blue have another piece of toast?â Splinter asks, cutting through the awkward silence that follows this. He sounds almost annoyed as Leo, but as far as Raph can tell heâs letting Draxum take the lead on this one. Raph wonders if theyâve talked about it without him or his brothers around.
âHmmmâŠâ Draxum looks at Leoâs plate, considering. âFinish your eggs and yogurt first. If youâre still hungry, you may have another piece. But only if youâre hungry.â His expression turns even more stern, leveled directly at Leo. âDo not eat if your stomach is full. Youâll make yourself sick.â
âIâm not gonna make myself sick,â Leo argues.
âHmph,â says Draxum, the short noise coated thick in disbelief. He doesnât say anything more. Leo goes back to his rhythmic eating.
Raph grabs the empty plates from Mikey and Splinter and takes them to wash. Anything to keep himself from staring at Leo. And itâs his lucky day: thereâs a whole stack of a distraction waiting for him in the sink. He runs the hot water and gets to work.
âMorning, family,â comes Donnieâs sleepy voice a few minutes later. Raph doesnât look, and he doesnât have to, because Donnie characteristically beelines straight for the coffee pot on the counter. Raph knew he went to his room after their talk in the lab the day before, but heâs not sure how much sleep Donnie actually got.
He leans sluggishly against the counter and checks his phone while the coffee brews. Raph keeps his focus on the dishes. Leo finishes his eggs and Draxum agrees to half a piece of toast - Mikey scrapes his stool against the floor as he jumps up to make it.
Donnie fills his mug and immediately takes a drink with no fear of scalding his mouth. Then he turns around and says, âWhyâd you cover all the windows in your train car, Leo?â
Raph fumbles and drops the dish he had just pulled from the soapy water - thankfully it doesnât break on the way down. Next to him, Mikey freezes. The toaster dings into the silence.
âOh, that,â says Leo, nonchalant. Raph doesnât turn around, so he has no idea if his face matches his tone this time. âI was just trying to envision how the room would look with curtains.â
âUsing towels?â
âWhat can I say, Iâm a visual guy.â
âHmmâŠâ Donnie pushes off the counter and disappears from Raphâs view. âWell, did you decide you want curtains?â
âUh, yeah⊠I think it would really up the feng shui in the joint! And our old rooms didnât have any windows, so too much light gets into the train car when Iâm trying to sleep, anyway.â
The argument rolls so naturally off Leoâs tongue that Raph is impressed.
âOkay,â says Donnie simply. âI can install curtain rods in your room later. I actually have some leftover scrap metal that Iâve been trying to find a purpose for, and I think it will work well for this.â
âReally? Youâll do it today?â
âYes. I donât have anything else on my to-do list⊠that canât wait until tomorrow.â
Leo chuckles, but he sounds genuinely happy when he says, âThanks, Dee.â
âAnd I have some leftover fabric I can sew into curtains,â Splinter adds. âYou can use them until youâre well enough to find some you prefer.â
âYeah? You donât mind?â
âOf course not, Blue! It will be a nice little project to keep my old hands busy.â
âThanks, Dad,â says Leo sincerely. Thereâs some shifting around like heâs getting an ever-coveted Splinter Hug. It lasts a beat longer than those hugs normally do. Raph canât blame his dad - if he could, heâd pick Leo up and never let him go again.
He hears a clink next to him and turns his head. Mikey has buttered Leoâs toast, but now heâs standing still, a pensive frown on his face, the butter knife clenched in his fist.
âHey, Leo,â he says, turning around, and Raph senses danger. He turns around, too, watching as Mikey approaches the table. âIs that the only reason you want curtains?â
Leo looks between the toast and Mikeyâs face. He tenses up, the empty yogurt cup crinkling in his grip. âYeah, thatâs all,â he says.
âAre you sure?â Mikey asks. He still has the half slice of toast in his hands. Leoâs eyes keep catching on it.
âWhatâs there to be sure about, Miguel?â he asks. âItâs just curtains. Lots of people have âem.â
âItâs just that you never said anything about it before. And now suddenly you need curtains today?â Mikeyâs hands wave and take the toast with them - Leoâs eyes track the movement. âYou told me, if anything is-â
âMichelangelo,â says Splinter sternly, making everyone jump for the second time this morning. âThat is your brotherâs toast - give it to him.â
Mikey seems to remember the food in his hands at that exact moment. He grimaces, quickly depositing the toast onto Leoâs plate. Leoâs face has that sad, desperate quality to it again as he grabs the toast in his fingers, like he has to make sure no one else will take it.
Mikey backs away from the table, crestfallen. The silence that ensues is uncomfortable again.
âUh⊠well I think the curtains will look great!â says Raph. âSnazzy!â
Snazzy? Oh Pizza Supreme in the Sky help him.
ââŠThanks, Raph,â says Leo, and takes a bite of toast. It doesnât have the same warmth from before, and the awkwardness is thick now.
Raph dries the dish he has in his hands and sets it on the counter, pops the drain plug, and quicksteps for the doorway.
âIâm going to do my morning training!â he calls, to convince everyone, especially himself, that he isnât running away.
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Leo sits alone in his dadâs recliner, staring very hard at the opposite wall and willing himself not to barf.
The piddling amount of eggs and toast he ate at breakfast would not have been enough to fill him up even three weeks ago, but now itâs stuffed his shrunken stomach. The truth is, heâd been full when he bargained with Draxum for another piece of toast, but he hadnât been willing to let the fight go.
Besides, he doesnât know when heâll get food next. And better to be overfull than hungry.
Heâs being dramatic, of course. Heâll get food at lunch⊠probably. No, definitely, because heâs home and his family would never deny him food.
Except, the way Mikey had held his toast and demanded answers about the curtainsâŠ
Leo really thought he had gotten away with it, too. No one said anything until Donnie did, and Donnie had seemed completely convinced by Leoâs casual responses! But of course Mikey saw through him. Mikeyâs as keen when it comes to people as Leo himself is, but where Leo uses that insight to manipulate and obfuscate, Mikey uses it to tear open, to expose.
Leo will have to watch out, next time. He canât let half-thought through excuses stand between him and food.
Not that theyâd actually keep food from him. Because they love him and theyâre his family. Heâs just being weird again.
StillâŠ
His stomach gurgles uncomfortably, and Leo grips the arms of the chair. He really doesnât want to throw up. Besides the mess heâll make of the recliner, and the unpleasantness of the sensation, he doesnât want to lose everything he ate earlier. He still doesnât know when heâs going to eat again. If he loses it here, heâll truly have nothing.
âBlue? Are you alright?â
He turns his head. Splinter is standing by the chair, looking up at him. It occurs to Leo he didnât actually ask if he could sit here, and he starts to push himself up.
âI can get in a beanbag-â
âNo no, itâs alright,â says his dad, hopping up onto the chair to join Leo. He does it so lightly the recliner barely jostles. âYouâre alright, Blue. Just breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.â
Leo does as heâs told, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He wonders how his dad seems to know the problem without having to be told - from raising four children alone, most likely. After a moment, he feels the chair move, the back reclining and the footrest coming up under his legs. Then furry hands gently tug his blanket from around his shoulders and spread it out over his whole body.
âThere we go,â says Splinter after thatâs done. âAre you comfy, Blue?â
All Leo can do is give a tiny nod of his head; anything more aggravates the nausea. It seems Splinter understands, though, as he hums approvingly and hops off the chair.
âWhatâs wrong?â asks a new voice, and Leo grits his teeth. He doesnât move from his spot, though.
âBlue just needs some rest,â says Splinter.
âHe ate too much, didnât he?â Draxum asks, tone irritated. âI told him not to have more unless he was actually hungry-â
âStop,â Splinter commands, in that firm tone that canât be argued with. âWe will talk about this later.â
Leo wonders if heâs included in the we. But Draxum grumbles something under his breath and retreats, leaving Leo and his dad alone again.
âDonât worry about him,â says Splinter, moving to turn on the projector. âIâll deal with it. You just get some rest, Blue.â
He turns on one of his stories on low volume, then climbs back into the chair and settles in beside Leo. The soft whir of the projector, the quiet voices of the actors, and his dadâs breathing lull him into a doze. The nausea, eventually, passes.
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After his workout, Raph goes to check on everyone again. Itâs becoming a routine.
Splinterâs loud snores lead Raph to him and Leo, both sound asleep in the recliner in the TV room. Raph would wonder how Leo can sleep through that, but he remembers that their dadâs snores used to be piped directly into his room in their old lair. If anything, this is probably nostalgic for him.
Draxumâs in the kitchen. Apparently theyâre stuck with him for the weekend. Raph decides not to say anything to him and slips away before heâs noticed.
Now to find his other little brothers. He heads straight for the lab first, already knowing itâs where Donnie would be at this time of day, even if he hadnât promised to make curtain rods for Leo.
He has to go through the same song and dance as the day before with the voice lock, but the door slides open soon enough, and Raph walks in on an argument. At least he wonât have to go searching for Mikey.
â-donât understand why youâre so worked up about it,â Donnie is saying. Heâs bent over his workbench, goggles pulled down, soldering iron in hand but not on. âItâs just curtains.â
âBecause everyoneâs acting like itâs not weird!â Mikey argues. He spins on his heel, looking at Raph beseechingly. âRaph, you agree with me, right!?â
âRaph just got here,â Raph says, folding his arms. âMind filling me in on what weâre arguing about?â Even though he already has a good guess.
âWe arenât arguing,â says Donnie, at the same time Mikey snaps, âLeo, duh!â Donnie sighs, raising his goggles and turning around.
âMikey is upset that Iâm making Leo the curtain rods he asked for.â
âIâm not upset about the curtain rods! But youâre all acting like this is totally normal!â
âCurtains are normal!â
âLeo asking for the curtains is not normal,â Mikey presses. âWhat does he even need them for!? We live underground!â
âHe complained about the light coming through the windows.â
âAnd he never thought to mention it once over the months weâve been living here? Come on, Donald, use your brain!â
âExcuse you, I am always using my brain-â
âLeoâs got insomnia, Mikey,â Raph interjects. âMaybe a totally dark room helps him sleep better.â
âHe had insomnia in the old lair, too,â Mikey retorts. âAnd heâs so tired right now all he does is sleep! He was sleeping in the TV room when I came in here!â
Raph doesnât have a response for that. And the thing is, he thinks he has an idea why Leo wants to block out his windows, and it has nothing to do with his insomnia. But he doesnât know how much to tell Mikey now. Not without bringing up the security footage.
Maybe Donnie has the same thought, because when Raph glances his way their eyes lock.Â
Of course, Mikey notices. Because Mikey is just as observant as Leo, when it comes to people.
âYou guys know something,â he says, looking between them.
âNo,â says Donnie, too fast.
Mikey pouts at him. âDonald.â
âLeo hasnât told us any more than heâs told anyone else,â says Raph.
âBut you know something. How could youâŠâ His eyes go wide. âThe security footage. Donnie copied it all.â
âWell, I did,â Donnie agrees, âbut-â
âYou guys watched it, didnât you?â Mikey asks, but itâs more like an accusation.
âNo,â says Raph, and now heâs the one who says it too quickly.
Mikey squints at him, then looks back at Donnie, weak link that he is. âDonnie, did you watch that security tape?â
âI didâŠnât,â he says, characteristically unconvincingly. Raph groans.
âI knew it!â Mikey lunges for Donnieâs computer, and itâs only Donnieâs battleshell arms that stop him from getting to the keyboard. âLet me see it too!â
âMikey, stop!â says Raph, coming and putting a hand on his little brotherâs shoulder. He winces when itâs shrugged off. âWeâre not gonna watch the video.â
âWhy not!?â Mikey demands, ripping himself out of Donnieâs metal arms and jumping back from both of them. âWhy canât I see it!? You both got to!â He looks between them with wild eyes, and then his face falls. âItâs because Iâm the youngest, isnât it?â
âNo,â says Raph. âItâs because we both decided not to watch any more for Leoâs privacy.â
âFor Leoâs privacy?â Mikey doesnât look convinced. âRaph, heâs hurting! What if whatâs on those videos can help?â
âWhat if watching them hurts him more?â Donnie defends. âHeâll find out we watched them, and then what?â
âHeâd understand!â
âWould he?â Donnie sounds doubtful, and Raph canât help but doubt it, too.
Even Mikey falters. Heâs quiet a moment, wrapping his arms tight around his middle.
â...I donât want him to suffer,â he says finally. âI want to help him.â
âWe all wanna help him,â says Raph.
Mikey turns his eyes on Raph, and theyâre full of fear and doubt and uncertainty. âYou wonât even talk to him,â he says. Itâs damning and cold and worst of all, true.
Raph takes a shaky breath, trying not to show his broken heart. âListen. All Raphâs saying is, itâs barely been three days since we got Leo back home. Letâs give him time. Hopefully heâll open up about all this stuff on his own.â
â...Fine. I wonât watch the video,â says Mikey. But he steels his expression, defiant. âBut Iâm going to keep trying to help him.â
âJust donât push him, Mikey-â
âI wonât! I know what Iâm doing.â He gives them a smile, but itâs weak compared to his usual. âTrust me, guys. Iâve got Dr. Feelings on my side!â
He turns and leaves the lab, the door sliding shut with a reverberating shunk behind him.Â
Donnie slumps in his chair. âAt least itâs not Dr. Delicate Touch.â
Raph laughs at that. Itâs about all he can do.
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They feed Leo lunch. Of course they do. He doesnât know why he keeps thinking they might not.
Of course, Draxum is still there, looking over his shoulder like a warden to make sure Leo doesnât eat so much as a bite more than heâs meant to. It makes the whole experience stressful, and Leo is ready to crash again as soon as itâs over.
(Is this all his life is now? Long periods bogged down in exhaustion, only broken by the reminder that food is always controlled by someone else.)
He hasnât been dozing for long this time when a shout echoes through the lair, grabbing his attention.
âHey guys!â
âApril!â yells Mikey, springing up from the beanbag he was sitting in. Heâd been there for a while now, looking intently at his phone, but Leo never asked. Probably a new game or something. âCome on in!â
She enters the living room, a bag with a familiar comic store logo hung over her arm. She gives Mikey a one-armed hug before making her way around the chair to hold the bag out to Leo.
âHere you go!â she trills. âI picked it up as soon as I got done with my homework.â
Leo takes it, baffled. He reaches into the bag, gripping something rather large and hard-covered; pulling it out revealsâŠ
ââŠThe Jupiter Jim Sixtieth Anniversary Comic Special!?â Leo cries out loud. He lays it in his lap, reverently brushing the cover with his fingers. âIt came out!?â
âUh, yeah, today.â April laughs. âDonât you remember? You made me set, like, three different reminders.â
Leo stares at the comic book, feeling a strange sort of disconnect. He can remember when he thought about this comic coming out once a day, at least - heâd been counting down the days from the preorder. But⊠he actually hasnât thought about it once sinceâŠ
At some point, he stopped looking forward to the comic. Because he didnât think he would be here to read it.
But he is here. Heâs alive. Time is still moving forward, and the proof is his long-awaited comic book, finally in his hands.
(Maybe his life still has a few good things to look forward to.)
Leo may be tired of crying, but crying isnât tired of him - the tears come on hot and fast as he processes all of it at once. The grief at what was almost lost and the impossible relief that it wasnât.
He rubs furiously at his eyes and sniffs aggressively. Then he looks up at April with the best smile he can manage and holds out his arms.
âThanks, April.â
âOf course!â She beams, not commenting on the tears, and gives him a hug that is tight and warm and everything he wants. âNow you donât have to keep texting me about it.â
Leo laughs as he lets go. Itâs still a little watery, but she doesnât comment. âWell what are we waiting for? Wanna read it together?â
âUh, duh!â April shoves him to the side without any force and settles in next to him on the chair. âI heard they brought back all the old comics characters for this!â
Leo nods excitedly, eyes rising to meet Mikeyâs. âHow about you, Mikester? We can do the voices!â
Even though he knows his voice wonât hold out for more than a few pages.
âOh yeah!â says Mikey. âJust let me-â
He looks down at his phone, and Leo catches it as his expression changes - something on the screen taking his attention and causing him to furrow his brow.
âAaactually,â he says, looking back up with a forced smile. âI have⊠something I have to do. Somewhere else! But you guys have fun!â
And then he disappears down the escalator toward their train cars.
Leo watches him go, then turns back to look at April. Sheâs craned her neck to watch, too, a worried pinch to her eyebrows behind her glasses.
It clears up when she catches Leo looking. âWelp. Guess itâs just you and me, then!â
Leo rubs his fingers over the cover again. His desire to read it disappeared with Mikey. Donnieâs busy, Raphâs avoiding him, and now Mikey has more important things to do.
At least April is here. He worms himself a little more solidly against her warmth and hopes he doesnât drive her away, too.
âLetâs do something else for now,â he says. âSave this bad boy for when we can all read it together.â
Aprilâs eyes go wide. âYou sure? I donât think the guys would mindâŠâ
âUh, no, Donnie would definitely kill me if I read anything with Atomic Lass before him.â Leo gently sets the comic aside. âBesides, how are we gonna do the voices with just two of us?â
âWhat, youâre saying I canât handle it?â April asks, a challenge in her voice. âI bet I could do a one-woman show.â
âOh, Iâd love to see that!â Leo laughs, and itâs only because April is here that itâs genuine and not forced. âBut I donât think I could stay awake for the whole thing, anyway.â
âWell⊠fine.â April relents. âAnything you wanna do instead?â
âMmmâŠâ He hands her the remote. âItâs been awhile since we judged people on Say Yes to the Dress.â
âOoo, you are so right!â April flips on the projector and starts loading up the episodes. âHold on, let me find where we left off.â
Soon, the sounds of over-dramatic reality TV fill the room. Leo shifts until his head is tucked under Aprilâs chin, and she scratches her fingernails over his shell as they watch. They give their opinions on the dresses and jeer the catty friends and family members.
It feels so normal. The most normal Leoâs felt since he woke up in a room that was nothing but white.
It proves to him that things can be normal.
(But still, in the back of his mind, he wonders when his next meal will be.)
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Raph isnât sure how many more tense dinners his family can survive.
Theyâre eating beef stew, partly so Leo doesnât feel like the odd one out with his soup. Except heâs still the odd one out, because they have big chunks of beef and veggies while he has mostly broth with easy to swallow carrots, and some more egg for protein.
Raph hates eating in front of him. It feels like rubbing it in. But would taking their food and leaving him to eat alone be any better?
Probably not, because Draxum would still be watching him. And thatâs the biggest source of tension.
Draxum is sitting at the table like the rest of them, but he might as well be looming over Leoâs shoulder. Leo himself stays hunched over his bowl of soup like he thinks itâs going to be snatched away at any moment, eating with quick, furtive movements, his eyes darting to Draxum each time.
Itâs the exact opposite of his measured eating from this morning, and even more unsettling.
April is here, thank the Pizza Supreme, and sheâs trying to keep the conversation going so they donât all dwell on the bad vibes from Leoâs direction. Only Splinter is biting, though. Raph tries, of course, butâŠ
Heâd take fighting a villain a million times over this.
âOh yeah, Donnie, Leo said you and Splints are making him curtains for his train car,â says April, grabbing Raphâs attention. âHowâs that going?â
Across the table, Mikeyâs expression turns conflicted. He focuses his eyes on his food and doesnât catch Raph watching.
âOh, itâs going well,â says Donnie, âbut I didnât have enough spare metal to finish. Iâll go to the scrapyard tomorrow and see what I can scrounge up.â
âHmm⊠I do not like the idea of you going alone,â says Splinter hesitantly. âWe do not know if those people will come back.â
No one has to ask what people heâs referring to. Still, Donnie looks irritated.
âPapa, itâs just the scrapyard,â he argues. âIâll be back before itâs dark.â
âStillâŠâ
âIâll go with him!â says Mikey suddenly, raising his hand to volunteer. âThen he wonât be alone. Buddy system!â He slaps his raised hand down on Donnieâs shoulder.Â
âOw,â says Donnie in a flat tone, reaching up and shoving him off. âDespite the unnecessary assault on my person, Iâm amenable to Micheal accompanying me.â
âWhatâs âamenableâ?â Leo asks in a stage whisper.Â
(Itâs the most like himself heâs sounded all day.)
âI think itâs what you say at the end of a prayer,â Mikey stage whispers back.
(Raph can help his smile. He hides it behind his napkin.)
âIt means Iâm fine with it,â Donnie snaps. âNone of you read my Word of the Day texts, do you?â
âOnly âcause itâs words no one uses,â Leo scoffs. âSeriously, who even uses words like âsanctimoniousâ?â
âLots of people!â
âLots of nerds?â
Donnie glares at him. âYou are so lucky weâre having a nice dinner right now, Nardo.â
Leo snorts and refocuses on his soup. He has a big, cocky grin on his face, and itâs all so normal that Raph feels something unknot in his chest. Maybe, Leo really is starting to get better.Â
And then Splinter says, âI also need to go out tomorrow⊠Itâs been so long since we got groceries, I couldnât even eat my usual microwave burrito for lunch!â
And just like that, the normalcy is ripped away again.
Leoâs eyes snap up, locking on their dad, unblinking. His knobbly fingers press tighter around his bowl, pulling it closer to him like heâs scared someone will snatch it away.
âWeâre running out of food?â
He sounds so scared that Raph canât stop himself before heâs reaching over. Just to put his hand on Leoâs shoulder, to give him a hug, if he wants. Anything he needs to calm down, to not look so terrified.
But Leo must misread the action, because he jerks away, gripping the bowl impossibly tighter, eyes blown out wide and a just noticeable tremble in his shoulders. Like heâs scared of Raph.
Raph pulls his hand back without making contact and hunches in his chair, as far away as he can get from Leo without leaving the table. Or maybe he should just get up and leave. How can he be around his little brother when heâs scared of him like this?
âAh, no,â says Splinter, and this has finally broken his easy-going tone. âThere is still plenty of food, Blue, donât worry.â
ââŠHah. Right. Of course there is,â says Leo.
His voice is high and reedy, his face twitching like itâs trying to force itself back into the big smile from earlier but just doesnât know how to move its muscles. âWhy wouldnât there be?â
Splinter reaches out hesitantly and gives Leo a pat on the arm. Leo flinches, his grip on his bowl still tight, and Splinter retreats again.
âHey, Pops,â says Raph, drawing attention off Leo. âI can go with you tomorrow.âÂ
They can get more food with more hands.
âOh, thank you, Red,â says Splinter, relieved. âThat will make things much easier to carry.â
âSure,â says Raph. Then he upends the rest of his stew into his mouth and swallows it all as fast as he can before standing up.
âWelp, Iâm done with dinner so Iâm going to get a workout in before bed night everyone!â
And then heâs out of there. Running away from the haunted shell of Leo.
He doesnât know what to do with a little brother who ducks away from his hands. He doesnât know what to do with a little brother who covers windows and hides from his eyes. He doesnât know what to do with a little brother who looks up at him and says, âThatâs not what a hero would do.â
Raph is a big guy and heâs never been good with fragile things. So maybe the best thing he can do for now is stay back and let those with deft hands take the lead.
Even if itâs not what he wants.
What he really wants to do is go back to that facility. Find the men that did this to Leo. And thenâŠ
Raph lines up his punching bag and swings. Over and over and over, until his fingers sting.
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Theyâre leaving him here. Theyâre leaving him alone.
Alone with Draxum.Â
Leo wants to protest. He wants to beg them to stay. He wants them to not want to leave him to begin with.
But Splinter said they havenât gotten groceries in awhile. And even if he claims they arenât running out of food, Leo is terrified of what happens if they do.
So he doesnât ask his dad to stay. He keeps his mouth shut, focus on his bowl of soup, depressingly empty next to everyone elseâs.
But Donnie⊠Donnie doesnât have to go to the scrapyard tomorrow, right?
Yeah⊠Leo can survive the lack of curtains for another day. He slept just fine with his makeshift window blockers last night, after all. He appreciates that Donnie wants to get it done quickly, but thereâs no need.
âHey, Dee,â he says, looking up, and realizing too late that he just interrupted something April was saying. Everyone goes quiet, anyway, and he feels the suffocating weight of everyoneâs eyes on him.
His mouth goes dry.
âYes, Leo?â Donnie prompts when he doesnât say anything. He looks confused, and concerned. They all do. Because itâs super weird for Leo to say something and then fall silent. Just like it would be weird for him to beg Donnie to stay because heâs afraid of being alone with Draxum.
âJust, uh⊠excited to see the curtain rods,â he says, pivoting to a neutral topic. Maybe no one noticed. Maybe he was quick enough.
Donnieâs face lights up the way it does when anyone wants to see his handiwork, which is good. Leo likes making his brothers happy. Pizza Supreme knows he hasnât been good at it lately.
âOf course!â he says, practically bouncing in his seat. âIâll show you after dinner!â
âCanât wait.â
Conversation moves on. Leo finishes his soup.
âAre you still hungry?â Draxum asks, making him jump. âDo not lie to me, this time.â
âDraxum,â says Splinter in a warning tone. But thatâs all he does. He doesnât offer Leo more food. He doesnât argue that Leo wouldnât lie.
They havenât been grocery shopping in awhile.
ââŠNo,â Leo says, twisting his napkin in his hand. âIâm full.â
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âI focused on the windows directly around your bed to begin,â Donnie says as he leads Leo into his train car, a bounce in his step as he pushes past the curtain. âTo help you get a good nightâs sleep. And Dad already hung what curtains he had finished, so you can even see the final result!â
Leo steps into the middle of the room and looks around. The curtain rods are simpler than he expected, simple things fastened to the wall, able to be unlatched so the rods can be removed and the curtains swapped out. Every windowsâ brackets are slightly different, a testament to the scraps Donnie used to make them, but Leo likes that - this hodge-podge, improvised way of home decor has always been their style. It has a charm you canât get in a normal house.
Donnie has also painted the rods a gunmetal blue, and some of the brackets have Ls etched into the metal. Itâs little details like that that leave Leo touched.
The curtains themselves are just black fabric, sewn so they can loop over the rods and be pulled aside when desired. Itâs simple and quick, but they represent hours his dad spent today at a sewing machine, just to help him sleep.
Leo feels himself getting a little teary again, and he quickly blinks it back. He doesnât feel like crying today.
âItâs so cool, Dee,â he says, and his voice is genuine; he catches Donnie flap his hands in a pleased way out of the corner of his eye. âThanks. This will really help a lot.â
âOh, Iâm so glad you like them!â Donnie is all smiles, and it makes Leo smile, too. âI wanted to make them more elaborate, but I thought time was of the essence. I would have been done today, if I hadnât run out of materials.â
âNo way, man, you got a lot more done today than I thought you would.â Then again, Donnie always has been quick, even more so since he got his powers, so Leo shouldnât be so surprised. âWhat else could you even do to them? Add AI?â
âOho, donât tempt me.â Donnie reaches up and taps one of the brackets with a nail, making a soft ping. âThen you could open or close all the curtains with voice command!â
âThanks for the offer, but Iâm good using my hands.â He spins to take the room in one more time, then claps his arm around Donnieâs shoulders.
(The pang when his arm hits the metal shell is more jarring than it used to be.)
âSeriously, hermano. Thanks.â
Donnie doesnât pull away quite as quickly as he used to. âWell. Save any more thanks until I finish with the project. Which should be soon, after my scrapyard run tomorrow!â
Right. The scrapyard. This is when Leo should bring it up. This is the perfect time.
He can just ask Donnie to stay. To put it off one more day, work on something else. Here, in his room, just the two of them, he doesnât think Donnie would refuse him. He doesnât think Donnie would make fun of him. He doesnât think Donnie would call him weird.
âActually, uhâŠâ
He remembers Donnie taking his cracker and eating it.
âHm?â Donnie turns out of his arm and looks at Leo, confused. âWhatâs wrong?â
He remembers Donnieâs reaction to the chewed up bottle cap.
âLeo?â
âNothing,â he says quickly, rubbing the back of his head. âJust⊠be careful, okay? We donât know if those EPF guys have come back.â
Donnieâs face drops into a more serious expression. âRight. Donât worry - Iâve taken precautions.â
âWhat precautions?â
âIâve updated the software on all our trackers. If they leave the city limits, or if a third party attempts to interfere with the signal, theyâll immediately send an alert to everyoneâs phones.â
âYou donât think thatâs a little⊠excessive?â
Donnie folds his arms over his chest. âNot if it keeps everyone safe.â
Leo doesnât know how to argue with that.
âI am working on a way that we can each override it, though,â Donnie adds. âWe wouldnât want to scare each other if we leave the area on purpose. And I have plans for even more enhancements that can-â
âEugh boy.â Leo motions Donnie toward the door. âIâm way too tired for speech mode, Dee. Maybe later?â
Donnie scowls. âExasperated sigh. There is never a âlaterâ with you.â
Leo laughs. âYou got me!â
âYou could really stand to pay attention and learn something⊠But, alright.â Donnie steps toward the curtain. âI will let you get away with it this time, only because youâre still recovering.â
âIs that a threat?â
âYes.â But Donnie gives him a grin on the way out. âGoodnight, Nardo.â
âNight, nerd!â
As soon as Donnieâs gone, Leo sinks onto his bed and puts his head in his hands.
He couldnât ask Donnie to stay. He couldnât, because it would be weird and strange and bad. And now heâs going to be left alone with Draxum.
Will Draxum even let him eat? What if he decides Leoâs had enoughâŠ?
Itâs a stupid thought. Of course Draxum will let him eat. Otherwise, Leoâs family would⊠do something!
Right?
He thinks about Donnie taking the cracker again. His pulse quickens.
He canât go without food again. He canât. He doesnât think he would be able to take it.
But if no one else is going to give him food, then⊠thenâŠ
Leo takes a deep breath and steels his resolve. He knows what he needs to do.
He grabs the curtain on the nearest window and pulls it over, just a crack - just enough to see the lights outside, to see when they dim as the rest of his family goes to bed for the night.
And he waits.
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By the time Raph finally leaves the dojo, itâs dark in the lair, with only some safety lighting and a few neon signs still on. He can hear his dad snoring from the TV room, the projection flickering on the end card of a show, and as he passes their extra train car he sees Draxum inside, working on something under a desk lamp. Mikey and Leo are both in their rooms, from what he can tell, and Donnie must be in his lab.
Heâll go on his rounds in a bit; first, he beelines for the kitchen for water and a nighttime snack.
Heâs quiet as he walks up the escalator, knowing exactly which steps creak and squeal and carefully avoiding them. He doesnât want a conversation right now; not with his wrapped knuckles and sweat-soaked mask dangling from his fingers.
The kitchenâs dark when he arrives, and he fumbles around for the switch, missing it a few times. Itâs so different from the layout of the old lair, and heâs not usually the first one in the kitchen in the morning.
He finally flips on the light, and finds he isnât the first one in the kitchen tonight, either.
Leo stands frozen by the counter, eyes wide and panicked when they meet Raphâs. In his hands heâs clutching a half-full bag of chips, sour cream and onion, the plastic crinkling and snapping where he grips it tight. He looks like a terrified, wild animal, drowning in one of his own hoodies and stancing up like heâs ready to bolt. Like heâs doing something wrong, getting a snack in his own house.
Except⊠he kind of is doing something wrong. And thatâs what breaks Raphâs heart.
But what is Raph supposed to do here? Tell Leo he canât eat that, the same as his captors did? Try to explain to him why he canât have it, when Raph barely understands the reasons himself? Rip the bag from his weak hands, and prove to Leo once and for all that his family canât be trusted?
Raph is supposed to be the biggest brother. The one who always knows exactly what to do, exactly how to help, who protects his three little knuckleheads from a world that wants to hurt them.
But he doesnât know what to do about this. Itâs just not in his playbook.
Heâs never been good with fragile things.
Raph reaches over and flips off the kitchen light. He goes back to the escalator, and dodges the squeaky steps. He goes to his train car, and pulls the curtain over the doorway.
He pretends he didnât see.
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part A (here) | Part 4 Part B (not out yet)
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Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.
I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.
Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.
Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.
I don't have much to say to you anon. Not really. Not anything that hasn't been said anyway. Which you've seen and decided its jkkrs doing mental gymnastics. "I'm a Jikooker but..." its never a great way to start a sentence. It just gives major insecure jkkr vibes which i just đŹđŹđŹđŹđŹđŹđŹ you either believe in them or you don't. There is no if, and or buts.
I will leave you with this; over the years, antis and (insecure) jkkrs alike have always found a way to conclude Jkk aren't as close anymore or they broke up or some other bullshit. But what happens everytime Jikook resurface and we see them together again?
NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!!
Nothing ever changes with these 2! They come back closer, more in sync, happier, more in love and their relationship more established than ever. This happens everyđđœdamnđđœtimeđđœ Everytime!
Then the insecure jkkrs will be like "jkk is real" again.
And then we will go without content for a while and once again we are back here with the jkk aren't as close argument. Once again. It is an exhausting cycle that I refuse to be a part of.
You can try and nit pick various reasons as to why Jikook aren't in an established rlship, but I will chose to focus on reasons why they are definitely 130000000% in a relationship. Like the fact that they are enlisted together rn, the fact that they could have done AYS with other members but chose eo. Or the fact that Jimin wrote his name on JK's chest with sunscreen and I dont even want to imagine how he did that. What position they were in that would justify people calling them brothers đ
You do you anon. I'mma just be over here enjoying Jimin promote the hell out of his favourite JK song.
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I'll Be Here
Pairing: Azriel x Healer!Reader
Description:Â You feel a little out of place at a celebration in the House of Wind and a certain Shadowsinger comes to the rescue.
Word Count:Â 3605
Warnings:Â None
Notes: I had this stuck in my head and decided to just write it down. I'm not really a writer so bear with me please. Hope you enjoy!
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It's hard to keep an eye on how much wine you drink when the glasses get refilled magically. You've heard that this house has a consciousness of its own. Maybe it can sense your growing anxiety and keeps filling your glass in hopes of helping ease your mind a little. The more you drink the more worried you get, the thought that getting too drunk will only put you at a higher risk of embarrassing yourself having infiltrated your brain and pushed all the rational thoughts out. Big gatherings aren't exactly your cup of tea and the fact that this one was personally hosted by your High Lord didn't exactly help ease your nerves.
You've visited the House of Wind before but always as a part of your duties. Though it was because of your duties you were invited to this dinner so maybe you could add this attendance as part of your job. The High Lord and High Lady decided to invite notable people in Velaris for a night of celebrating the thriving city. After losing its High Lord for decades and the war that followed his release, Velaris went through some tough times but with the help of its people - most of them gathered in this space tonight - the city was once again prospering.
As a healer you usually see the High Lord and his Inner Circle in a state of emergency, when your abilities are needed and there's usually no time for formalities or worries. Every time you encounter them outside of those situations you never know what to make of yourself. You wouldn't say you're completely inept at social situations but you're definitely a lot better at handling them when they involve your patients and you have a job to do, something more important to focus on than choosing the right thing to say.
Your relationship with the Inner Circle is professional albeit friendly. It's hard not to feel your heart warming at the cupcakes the General insisted on buying you for helping heal his wings even after explaining that you actually only helped on his recovery process. Every time he drops by the clinic to pick up any herbs or ointments he insists on buying you one - though you suspect it's also an excuse to get one for himself - and when you see him out and about he demonstrates how healthy his wings are, having done it just before dinner when he was in charge of flying you up to the house. The painting the High Lady personally painted for you, as an acknowledgement of your efforts during the war, hangs right behind your desk in your office at the clinic and is one of your most important possessions.
This would be the kind of relationship anyone would kill to have with their employees - friendly acquaintances. But, since you were there for some of their most intimate moments and helped them through them, you never know how to act when you're not doing your job. You can't exactly call them your friends, even putting the fact that is your High Lord and High Lady aside, outside of work you only exchange some pleasantries whenever you bump into them. However there's too much knowledge for you to act completely professional after decades of nursing them and their family back to health. It feels awkward to shake their hands when they have hugged you with tears in their eyes, thanking you for saving their family.
There's also the tiny detail of the crush you've harbored on the resident shadowsinger ever since you first laid eyes on him. On top of trying to walk the line between friends and strangers with everyone else, you also have to be careful with not letting the observant Spymaster find out about the beat your heart skips when you see him. Making things awkward because of a silly crush is the last thing you need.
It's that reminder and the monumental effort you have to make not to let your eyes search for him that has you finally sneaking out of the room, deciding to find a quiet place to sober up. The House had fed you too much wine, and you still had to be flown back down at the end of the night. You'd really hate to throw up on Cassian's fancy suit. He probably wouldn't buy you cupcakes ever again.
You remember some of your surroundings after decades of being called in for emergencies, quickly finding one of the huge balconies overlooking the city. The fresh air grounds you almost immediately. You can still hear the muffled sounds of the ongoing party but the quietness of the mountain lets you get lost in thought. As much as you enjoy the liveliness of the nightlife in Velaris, you infinitely prefer the quietness and freedom only the woods or mountains at night can provide. When it's only you, the moon and the stars, and the world stops.
You don't know how long you sit there for, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, wondering why your healing abilities work on some forms of poison but not on sobering you up. Your head only comes back to earth when you hear a familiar voice calling out your name behind you. You turn around fast enough to make you a bit dizzy, leaning back against the railing with wide eyes.
âDidn't mean to scare you,â the shadowsinger explained, âI just noticed you were gone from the room.â You spot the way he's bringing his wings closer to his body, making himself smaller, if that were even possible. Azriel made you feel a lot of things but you hadn't felt scared of him in decades, ever since the first time you met him. If you hadn't been already tipsy and distracted thinking about him you wouldn't have reacted so dramatically.
Realizing the spymaster of this court had just found you wandering around his house unattended, you rush to apologize and give him an explanation.
âI'm sorry. I needed some fresh air and remembered there was a balcony around here. I shouldn't have left the party without permission.â You make to move back, showing you were ready to go back to the party but he raises a hand and takes a step closer to you, stopping you before you can.
âYou're not a stranger to this house. No need for permission,â he took another tentative step towards you before continuing, âDo you feel better now?â You relax back against the railing, your heart beating fast for a whole different reason now. It's not often you get to see Azriel out of his leathers and you barely had a chance to see him up close tonight, he looks mesmerizing.
âWhat?â Maybe you didn't sober up as much as you thought. Maybe being this close to Azriel was just an intoxicating experience in itself. Either way your brain was having a hard time catching up to his words and your chest was starting to feel warm.
âYou said you needed some fresh air.â There's a glint in his eyes that wasn't there before. Probably realizing that you weren't actually going to be sick. His shadows peak behind his shoulders, following their master as they usually do.
âYes. It was just getting a bit stuffy in there.â Aside from the butterflies creating a hurricane in your stomach, talking to Azriel feels right. His calm demeanor lets your thoughts quiet. âI might have drank too much because of the nerves.â
The Shadowsinger moves until he's leaning against the railing next to you. His eyes wander the illuminated city slowly before meeting yours. Stretched wings hang in what you assume is a less straining position after having to be pulled tighter into his body in the crowded room. Shadows start rolling off his shoulders, now lazing around him instead of covering him. The soft wind moves his hair ever so slightly, letting a few strands curl around his forehead and giving him an almost boyish look. It's not often you see the spymaster appear relaxed. You decide it might be your favorite look on him.
âNerves?â Your eyes search his face once again after hearing the confusion in his voice. Azriel has a permanent seat at the High Lord's table not only as the Night Court's Spymaster but also as someone Rhysand considers family. This night isn't so different from every other dinner he shares with his family, just more crowded.
âI've never been to this house outside of my duties. It's a bit nerve-wracking to be personally invited by the High Lord.â As you finish speaking one of his shadows curls around his ear. You've learned they do this when they're speaking to him. The thought of it being about you has your heart speeding up. Only the Mother knows just how much those shadows can see and hear, if they can hear your thoughts. You check your mental shields just in case. They can be as terrifying as they are beautiful.
âRhys and Feyre couldn't have thrown a party celebrating the strength and courage the people of Velaris have shown without one of our best healers. You've helped more people than we could ever thank you for.â The warmth you felt in your chest before was now spreading up your neck at an alarming rate. You had just been doing your job but being recognized for it felt incredibly rewarding. The fact that this praise came from the shadowsinger was making you especially giddy. âRhys invited you because you're very important to this court, to us.â
âI am?â The question comes out before your brain has a chance to catch up. You try not to cringe at the surprise in your tone. It's not that you're not aware of your capabilities, the High Lord and High Lady either call for you or for Madja, one of the most powerful and wise healers you have ever seen. But old insecurities will always show their claws, indifferent to your achievements. To think that you could be important to all these extremely powerful people seemed like the punchline to a joke.
âOf course.â His body turns to you ever so slightly. Fingers uncurl as if he wanted to reach out, comfort you. âNone of us would be here in good health if it wasn't for you, maybe not at all. You've helped us more times than I can count.â
âI was just doing my job. And I can't take credit for Madja, I'm usually just assisting her.â
âEven so, you've helped us through a lot.â He sounded very sincere, there was no denying he meant every word, but you still have a hard time believing it.
âI just don't think I really fit in here,â you whispered so low that if it wasn't for his fae hearing he wouldn't have been able to make out the words. The admission felt heavy in the air, it felt good to let it out. You hadn't been this honest with anyone, perhaps even yourself, in decades, you must have drank way more wine than you initially thought.
You weren't born in Velaris, but you've lived here for a century. The problem is you've spent the better part of that century waiting on feeling like you finally belonged. You never felt at home in your own court or in your family so it might have been wishful thinking that it would happen here.
âI think like that sometimes too.â As baffled as you were to hear that coming from him, he looked even more surprised than you. It seems he hadn't meant to say that out loud, but the words couldn't be taken back now.
âThat's insane,â you try to level your voice after the outburst, "You're part of this family. Why wouldn't you fit in?â You couldn't let him think like that, there was no doubt in your mind everyone here loved and cherished him like family.
Rhysand's inner circle was known for how close they were, they were seen as the High Lord's family regardless of if they were blood related or not. Azriel has always been calmer and you know he likes to keep to himself but you never thought he looked out of place for a second. It's hard to imagine Rhysand and Cassian without his brother.
His eyes were trained on the city under you. His shadows had come back to him, almost covering him completely. Azriel was quiet for a while, long enough you thought he wouldn't even give you an answer. But then you feel a shield form around you, lest someone wanders in and hears his next words.
âSometimes things and people change while you stay stuck in the same place,â his eyes meet yours as he talks and you search his expression for the rest of the story you know he won't tell. If there's one thing you hate about the shadowsinger is his ability to mask his emotions. His face was the perfect stoic mask as always.
It's not hard to understand what he meant. In less than a decade the inner circle almost doubled and some of the dynamics had likely changed with it. His brothers have found their mates, something every fae dreams of, and he was the odd one out. Even the Morrigan and Amren had found lovers in recent years.
You had heard some rumors he had taken a liking to the middle Archeron sister after pining for the lovely Morrigan for centuries, but she had also found her mate. Not even his methods of interrogation could make you admit you were avoiding the entire inner circle during that time. The hope you had felt upon realizing he wasn't looking at Morrigan like she hung all the stars in the sky was short lived and it only made you feel pathetic. You didn't understand why it had affected you so much. This was just a silly crush after all, you had never considered actually pursuing a relationship with the shadowsinger.
âI still don't understand how Amren got a lover before you.â You had meant to clear the heavy air between you but why your brain decided to use the millennia old creature to do so was beyond you. âI mean she's justâŠâ you continue, startled by your own words, praying to the Mother that the shield he put up stopped Amren from hearing you, âWell, she's fae now but wasn't before and is still mildly terrifying, even after the transition, and you're so-â Wide eyes meet hazel and nothing could ever prepare you for the look on his face. The amusement shone bright in his eyes and in the teasing grin he wore. Just when you thought the shadowsinger couldn't get any more beautiful.
âI'm so?â He tilts his head a little as he asks the question. His shadows start almost dancing around him, like they can't wait to hear your thoughts on their singer. You clear your throat before continuing, trying to salvage some of your dignity.
âYou're the Spymaster, the only known Shadowsinger. That's incredible, anyone would be lucky to have you.â Something flashes in his eyes and your mouth starts back up at the thought that it could be disappointment at the impersonal description. Azriel is much more than his role in this court and you can't let him think that's all you see in him.
âYou're also one of the kindest people I've ever met. I've seen you worry over every single person in that room, putting their needs over your own even when you're also injured. You always keep your composure for them and give them your support. I've seen you around Velaris too, you're always respectful to everyone, even when they're a bit scared of you.â Eyes drag themselves back to the shiny stars in the night so you can keep going without wanting to jump off the balcony and making an even bigger fool of yourself. âEven as far as looks go... I would bet my house that if we walked down any of these streets we wouldn't find anyone that doesn't think you're stupidly handsome.â
âStupidly handsome?â The amusement was dripping down his voice at this point. The smile was unmistakable in his tone and you couldn't hold yourself back from watching him any longer. You feel yourself relax at the grin plastered on his face. It isn't often that the shadowsinger shows any emotion at all, and you can't help the pride in knowing you put that gorgeous smile on his face, especially after the somber turn the conversation had taken earlier. You continue despite the warmth you feel in your ears, you'd compliment him for hours if it meant he wouldn't feel sad ever again.
âI've actually heard someone use those exact words to describe you.â You've thought it to be the most accurate description of the immense beauty the shadowsinger radiates ever since you heard the barista use it. Apparently she hadn't been born in Velaris and had taken up the job only a few days prior to serving the illyrian. She had barely held the compliment down long enough for Azriel to exit the building, shooting up into the sky. A few fae present couldn't contain the laugh at the fervent appreciation of the shadowsinger, but the air of agreement shared by everyone was unmistakable.
âI'll have to let my mom know,â there was laughter in his tone, âI'm sure she will be very proud that her son is receiving such compliments.â You hadn't known his mother was still alive which makes you think it's meant to be kept secret. You almost curse at the way your heart flutters. Stupid crushes.
âI'm sure she is very proud of you regardless.â He doesn't give away any hint of what might be going through his brain and it leaves you in a slight panicked fear of overstepping or having said the wrong thing. You could swear you saw a glint of disbelief but it was gone too fast for you to be sure. The idea that the Spymaster couldn't see his own mother being proud of him was ludicrous to you.
The nod he gives you doesn't give any of his thoughts away, but his shadows keep moving slowly around the balcony, never rushing to cover him.
âWhy are you single then?â You know he's changing the subject but you don't have time to consider that when you realize it's your turn to answer the questions.
âMe?â You barely register the slight nod he gives to show you he's expecting an answer. If you had shadows of your own they would have wrapped around you like a blanket until only the top of your hair was peaking out. âHow do you know I am? Are you using your spies on me, Spymaster?â
âI have to be well informed of what happens in this city,â he searches your face just like you did to him, âAnd as the spymaster I'm more than familiar with deflection. You don't have to answer my question. Tell me if I'm oversteppingâ
âNo. It's-â you cringe, trying to find the right words. âI just never found anyone special I guess.â Even talking about this with him has your heart swelling in your chest and you pray to the mother he can't pick up on any changes in your heartbeat. You've been avoiding this conversation with family and friends, but despite all this you know Azriel will understand and won't make fun of your feelings. It feels safe talking to him. âI get really busy sometimes so it's hard to keep up a proper relationship, even with friendships. Sometimes people need more time than what I can give them.â You try not to think of all the times you didn't measure up to other people's expectations, when they didn't see you as enough for the trouble.
âThey're idiots for letting you go.â You don't know if he's being polite in not mentioning how your heart keeps speeding up or if he thinks you're drunker than you are, but you thank every deity you can think of that he doesn't say anything.
âSome things just aren't meant to be.â You hope he doesn't insist on this conversation. There isn't much else to say and you'd rather not keep talking about how many times you'd gotten dumped. You consider pointing out he never gave you a reason for being single and that he was the one actually deflecting, but you don't want to push what clearly isn't an easy topic for him to discuss either. You suspect Azriel barely opens up with anyone, so you'll just treasure the brief look into his heart he allowed you before.
The rest of your night is spent with the shadowsinger, sitting in that balcony, watching the stars and talking about anything. The next day you'll sit in bed mortified, thinking about how you were doing most of the talking while he listened, but he had seemed content enough so you couldn't have been too annoying. When the party ended you had said your goodbyes to your hosts, without the previous nerves after your conversation with the shadowsinger. Feyre had even asked you if you were alright because she also noticed you leaving in the middle of the party, though something about the glint in her eyes told you she had gotten the wrong idea. Then Azriel had flown you down the steps and winnowed you to your front door - even though you could do it yourself. Maybe you'd have to rethink calling the inner circle your friends.
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#azriel fic#azriel fluff#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#divider by saradika#healer!reader
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Treasures and Tragedies
Series: One Piece
Chapter: One Shot
Word Count: 7476
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Cross Guild x Reader (YN)
It's Crocodile's week to have you all to himself. It's getting to the end of the week...and you feel more like it's getting to the end of your life...
You wanted to hide. It wasnât often you wanted to hide away from your boys, but today was a day to hide. You were up in the middle of the night while Crocodile kept an arm around you, making sure his hook was out for the world to see. Just in case someone were to make their final mistake. And you knew then something wasnât right. Something didnât feel right. Any other night, Crocodile would have you drenched in sweat. The man was a space heater. Of everyone you slept with on a regular basis, you didnât need much for blankets with Crocodile. But that was the thing. You couldnât get warm to save your life.
You carefully slipped out of Crocodileâs grasp and made your way toward the bathroom. If he asked, you got up to pee. Nothing to bring attention to yourself. Nothing he would ask questions about. Everything would be fine. But when you got to the bathroom, you gripped onto the sink for dear life. Your short walk from the bed to the bathroom was enough to turn your legs to jelly. And if that wasnât enough to turn your already not great stomach, the room decided to start moving on its own, too. You knew it. Deep down in your heart, you knew. You were getting sick.
And in your throat. And your lungs. And anything else that decided to reject its existence. If it could hurt, it did. And it was utter hell. But not nearly as much hell as youâd be in if the men in your life were to find out. As much as itâd suck, you dragged yourself down the hall to your room, leaving Crocodile alone in the bed you both once shared. Thatâs when you finally felt safe. And proceeded to violently throw up in your own bathroom. After you were done, you violently shook on the cold ceramic. Your chills made your back tighten up and in that moment, you wished for the sweet release of death.
âI do not envy youâŠâ
You jumped at the unexpected voice floating above you, âPerona, what the hell are you doing in here?â
âYou think I didnât hear you yakking in here?â Perona perched herself on the edge of your bathtub, âHow are you sick? Donât the boys keep you wickedly healthy?â
âMostly,â you gently nodded, âBut regardless of how great my immune system is, even I can still get sick.â
âPoor babyâŠâ Perona put a hand to your back, âYou need to get back to bed?â
âMmhmâŠâ
âHere,â Perona helped you onto your feet and held you steady while you shuffled back to bed, âYou want me to wake Mi-â
âNo!â you pleaded, a few coughs escaping your throat, âPerona, no. Please. I know your heart is in the right place, but please. Donât tell anyone Iâm sick. Donât tell Mihawk. Donât tell Buggy. Donât tell Crocodile. Just keep this between us. As far as you know, I caught my period before I could stain the sheets, so I just came in here. All I need is to get some sleep. The more I can get, the quicker Iâll get better. I do not need to have the boys hovering over me and treating me like Iâm going to break if they look at me cross eyed. I donât need that. Please, Perona, if you love me even a little bit, youâll keep your mouth shut about me being sick.â
âI wonât say a word,â Perona promised, âBut you know how they are with you. Someoneâs bound to find out eventually. Even when youâre not sick, theyâre up your ass in some way.â
âYeah,â you grumbled, âI know. But theyâre going to have to not be clingy with me today. Just let me get back to sleep.â
âAlright,â Perona let it go, âIs there anything I can get for you? Do you need anything?â
âIâll be alright,â you crawled into your bed and got comfortable. As much as you could at that point, âBut thank you, Perona. If I need anything, Iâll let you know.â
âAlright,â Perona left you alone to get your rest.Â
And as much as you trusted her, you had a feeling she was going to say something to someone. To the wrong person. And you were going to end up having someone on your ass about being sick. But you shut your eyes and left that to be a problem for future you. For now, you were going back to sleep. And praying to all things holy and unholy that once you were awake, you would feel a million times better and this was just a weird dream.
When you started to come to again, you heard assorted chatter at your bedside. And a cool washcloth on your forehead. You didnât remember putting that there last night. Not when you fell asleep almost immediately after your head hit the pillows. But you had to retrace your steps. You had your conversation with Perona. You felt like you were going to die. You were miserable and frozen, but you were appropriately wrapped up in blankets. Nowhere in there did you remember putting anything to your forehead. Nor do you remember inviting company.
âAnd she wakesâŠâ The second your eyes opened, you knew you were screwed, âGood morning, Princess.â
âMmmâŠâ you sunk down into your blanket cocoon, the sun shining far too brightly from the window.
âYou donât ever wake up before I do,â Crocodileâs hook ran down your cheek, âAnd on the off chance you do, you donât ever come in here. Which begs the questionâŠâ
âWhat brought you in here, darling?â Not only were you screwed, but you were double screwed.
âIâŠâ your voice gave you away. You couldnât write this off on a period. That didnât mean you werenât going to try, âI got my period last night. And I came in here.â
âYou donât get your period until the end of my week, doll.â Scratch that. You were triple screwed.
âSo,â Crocodile thought, âOther than that fever of yours, what brings you into your room?â
âIâm not running a fever,â you lied through your teeth, âItâs just freezing in here.â
âNo,â Mihawk swapped out your washcloth, âTry again.â
âAlright.â Because you didnât have the energy to fight them anymore, âI came in here last night. I threw up a bunch. I went back to bed. Happy?â
âI think I can speak for everyone,â Buggy sat on your bed, âNo. Not at all.â
âWhy didnât you tell us, YN?â Crocodile asked, âAt the very least, me. Hell, I was right there.â
âBecause I knew this would happen,â you brushed them all off, âBecause I knew you three would blow it out of proportion and, cough, cough, I donât need that.â
âWeâve never blown anything out of proportion when it comes to you, treasure,â Mihawk cradled your cheek in his palm, âAnd youâre staying right here until youâre better. If we have to, weâll be the ones to make sure you get that way.â
âHeâs right,â Buggy agreed, âYouâre precious to us, too. Youâre falling apart at the seams, doll. We can take care of you, too.â
And thatâs what worried you. But youâd be lying if you said your boys coming together for your sake didnât warm your heart a little bit, âAlright. Iâm not going to fight it. But you three have to make me a promise right here, right now.â
âAnything, Princess,â Crocodile insisted, âWhat do you need?â
âYou donât hover,â you ordered, âI know you three are going to try and give me the world and itâs only going to wreck yourselves in the process. Itâs not worth it. Got it?â
The three of them shared a glance that always put a knot in your stomach. You werenât sure if it was a good one or a bad one, but you knew that look. Deliberation amongst the three of them. You always thought they could read each otherâs minds, but it was scarier yet. They read each otherâs faces. They could have a full conversation without you hearing a word out of any of their mouths. But they did eventually come to an agreement.
âAlright, YN,â Mihawk nodded, âUnderstood. But we have demands of our own, too.â
âCome on, MihawkâŠâ you whined, stirring up another bout of coughing, âIâm sick. Arenât I the one who gets to be making those demands?â
âIn this case, no,â Mihawk put his foot down, âWeâre essentially the only doctors you have here, darling. If thereâs anything we decide you need, youâre getting it. Whether you want it yourself or not. Can we all agree to that?â
âMmmmâŠâ you groaned, burying yourself deeper in your blankets.
âBuggy,â Crocodile ordered, âGo call a supply ship and make an order. You know what we need.â
âOn it,â Buggy left a little kiss on your forehead and took off for the office.Â
âMihawk,â Crocodile began his declarations, but he was quickly shut down with one look from Mihawk. He knew better than to bark orders at Mihawk. He wasnât overly thrilled about it, but he understood. Regardless of the Cross Guild setting up shop here, it was still Mihawkâs house. Crocodile didnât respect many people in this world, but he could respect Mihawk, a fellow warlord who more than earned his station. And if not for that fact, it was because of you. Seeing the respect and admiration you had for Mihawk made it contagious. The only thing Crocodile didnât respect was the furniture.
âYou need me for something, Crocodile?â Mihawk asked, not a drop of condescension in his tone. Because that respect was mutual. No matter how much they may occasionally bicker. Besides, thatâs what they had Buggy for. Buggy was where their irritations went.Â
âNo,â Crocodile shook his head, âWeâll let YN get some more rest. Iâll take the first shift with her. Go ahead and do what you need to. If anything at all.â
âThank you for your permission,â Mihawk retorted, already on his way out. But not before leaving you with a soft little kiss on your forehead, âIf you need anything, darling, donât hesitate to ask. Any of us.â
âThank you, MihawkâŠâ you shut your eyes for a moment or two before you were right back to sleep. But you knew something was going to happen. There was no way you were going to be left alone for the day. You werenât going to get that lucky.Â
Still, you felt like you were dying. So, what if your boys felt like doting on you a little bit? That was their prerogative. And even though it got under your skin, it was nice to know someone cared. It was nice to have several someones care. And you loved them for it. And if it wasnât obvious before, they loved you, too. More than anything in the world. And it would show no more than when you were sick.
A little later in the day, when you woke up from your first nap, you felt another wave of nausea hit you. And it hit hard. When you opened your eyes, you noticed Crocodile taking a nap in your chair. A cup of tea sat on your nightstand, but things were about to get messy. As much as you wanted a drink from that tea (that was likely still a little warm), you went straight to your bathroom and proceeded with another round of violent retching that, much like it had earlier that morning, left you shaking again.
âYN?â And you may have woken up Crocodile in the process, âYou ok, Princess?â
âDo I look like Iâm ok?â you glared up at him from the floor, your head resting on the toilet seat.
âI asked a question,â Crocodileâs tone shifted, âI didnât ask for you to snap at me.â
âCrocodile,â you sighed out, âSweetheart, I love you. You know I do. But right now, I am not going to be sunshine and lollipops. Do forgive me.â
âI know, I know,â Crocodile scooped you up into his arms. And you reveled in his warmth, his strength. You wanted nothing more than just a little time with Crocodile. Just to be close. If this is what it meant every time you were to go throw up, then so be it. When he put you back down in your bed, he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, âWhatâs that all about?â
âWhat?â your voice broke. Was it because you were just throwing up or was it something else? You hardly realized you were crying.
âNoâŠâ Crocodile sat on your bed and let you curl back up in his arms, âNo, no, noâŠWhatâs the matter, YN?â
âI donât knowâŠâ you wept. Even though you were perfectly aware. You didnât want Crocodile to go. You didnât want him to go back to your chair. You wanted him right there. You wanted him to be within armâs reach. You wanted him to be around you. And just the thought of him walking out of the room kicked your tears up even worse. Which only made your coughing even worse than that.
âMust be your fever,â Crocodile put a hand to your forehead, âStill kind of high. But I think itâs breaking. Weâll call that a win.â
âPlease,â you clung to him, your tears soaking through his shirt, âDonât go. PleaseâŠDonât leave me.â
âShhâŠâ Crocodile ran his hand through your hair and down your back, âDonât you worry, Princess. Iâm not going anywhere. I got you. But youâre due for another round of medicine soon. And you know what that means?â
âHmm?â
âThat means Iâm going to hand you off to either Buggy or Mihawk,â Crocodile gently broke the news to you, âIâm not saying Iâm leaving right now, but someoneâs going to have to handle the supply ship when it comes in.â
âBut you said I had medicine,â you remembered, âI thought we were out this morning.â
âThat was this morning,â Crocodile pointed out, âYN, youâve been out for a while. Weâve had a supply ship come in already. Weâre waiting on another one. There were some things we forgot the first time around. Iâll take care of that one. Youâll be alright with someone else. Iâm not sure who won that game of rock, paper, scissors, but you wonât be alone. I promise. Ok?â
âOk.â You loved Buggy. You loved Mihawk. But right now, thereâs no one you wanted more than Crocodile.
âItâs alright,â Crocodile assured you, âIâll be back. And if you need me, all you have to do is yell for me. Ok? You know Iâll come running.â
âThank you,â you nestled your tear stained face into Crocodileâs ribs.Â
âOf course, Princess,â Crocodile held you close, âOf course, Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âCrocodile,â Mihawk stood in the doorway with a pair of tablets in his hands and a glass of water, âBuggyâs looking for his fishnets, so I have YNâs medicine. Iâll take the next shift.â
âSheâs a little clingy, Mihawk,â Crocodile wasnât letting you go, âI appreciate you bringing her medicine, but I donât think sheâs going to let me go anywhere.â
âIf thatâs the case,â Mihawk put your water and medicine down on the nightstand got in your bed on the other side of you, âI guess Iâll just have to be here, too.â
âI got her, Mihawk,â Crocodile kept his arm around you, âGo ahead and do whatever. Iâm sure your protĂ©gĂ© is looking for you for yet another futile sparring match.â
âNo,â Mihawk pushed your matted hair out of your face, âHe left a few days ago. Iâm surprised you didnât get your own licks in.â
âWith the rest of the Straw Hats here?â Crocodile laughed, âNo. I donât have a death wish. And Iâm sure if I even thought about going near their captain, your son, but not your son would be the first to drive the nail in my coffin.â
âHey, guys?â you spoke weakly, hoping to break up the potential fight brewing between them, âCan we not talk about dying when I actually feel like Iâm dying? Thatâd be wonderful.â
âIâm sorry, darling,â Mihawk left a little kiss on top of your head, âWe didnât upset you, did we?â
âNo,â you let a few coughs out, âBut I really do feel like shit. And Iâd rather you two didnât try to kill each other in my bed.â
âAlright,â Crocodile let it go, âBut truly, Mihawk, go. I have her handled.â
âFine,â Mihawk got up from your bed, âIf you need anything, YN, you know where to find me.â
âAnd Iâll probably send Crocodile to find you,â you giggled a little, âBecause thereâs no way in hell either one of you are going to let me get up for anything other than the bathroom. And even thatâs iffy.â
âGet some rest, darling,â Mihawk covered you up a little more, âI love you.â
âLove you, too,â you cracked a little smile and curled back up with Crocodile. And you shut your eyes again.
But thatâs when the medicine kicked in. And your fever started to take hold of your brain and put it in a paint shaker. When you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep, your brain turned into colors. Swirling shades of blues and greens and shades of gray only to have them fade into pinks and yellows and all the pretty colors of the sunset. And you were perfectly content. Until it turned.
Your beautiful, cold medicine and fever concoction turned violent. The sunset went away and turned into black and red. And an empty room with a cold, cement floor and red splatters all over the place. You looked around the room and found a heavy chain around your wrist. All while you noticed dead bodies on the floor still twitching. A voice echoed through the room. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. And it only got louder and louder until you finally realized who those bodies were. And how you were soaked to the bone in blood that was not your own.Â
âYNâŠâ you felt your body shake, âYN, wake upâŠâ
Your heart was about to beat out of your chest when your eyes opened back up. Thankfully, still living and breathing, Crocodile held you tight, doing his best to get you to calm down. But when you looked up at him, you felt the tears pouring out of your eyes, âCrocodileâŠYouâre okâŠâ
âOf course, I am, Princess,â Crocodile pinned you to his chest and let you cry it out, âOf course, I am. Iâm not going anywhere. You know that. Iâve already shooed off Mihawk and Buggy and Perona today. I told you before you fell asleep. I am not going anywhere. What happened?â
âIâŠâ you wept, âIâŠI killed youâŠAnd Mihawk and Buggy. Everything was so nice, but thenâŠâ
âShhhâŠâ Crocodile cradled you in his arms, making sure nothing could get to you ever again, âItâs alright, YN. Itâs alright. Itâs all over now. You just had a little nightmare. Itâs ok. Itâs all done. I promise.â
âI hate it,â you snarled, âI fucking hate it.â
âI know you do, sweetheart,â Crocodile settled you, âBut itâs done now. You donât have to think about it anymore. I know youâd never kill me. You know youâd never kill me. Itâs ok. I forgive you.â
âReallyâŠ?â your bloodshot eyes looked up at one of the men you loved more than anything and held so dear and most definitely didnât want dead.
âReally,â Crocodile let you get comfortable in his shoulder, âYou know, YNâŠItâs been a while since I held anyone like this.â
âWhen was the last time?â you wondered, not really seeing Crocodile as much of the cuddly type. Except when you were involved.
âIf we can keep it between us,â Crocodile began.
âOf course,â you swore.
âI had a baby like this,â Crocodile sighed out, getting lost in a nostalgic haze, âHe was sick at the time, too. His father was out looking for medicine, but there wasnât much where we were at the time, so he had to go on an honest journey for the sake of finding a doctor who could get us some. And he cried so much. He hurt so much. And of course, he didnât fully understand what was going on, so that just made it worse. And there was nothing more I could do. Broke my heart to hear him scream like that. But he did get better.â
âWhat happened to the baby?â you asked, nestling further into Crocodileâs embrace.
âHe ended up going to live with his grandfather for a while. And I didnât see him for a long time until he popped up in Alabasta. He doesnât know how well connected we are, butâŠâ You saw a strange sadness fall over Crocodileâs face. Only for him to snap back into taking care of you mode, âThat was a long time ago. And nothing you need to worry about. Just go back to sleep, ok, Princess? We need to get you better.â
âAnd I will get better,â you cuddled into him, letting him know that with as much as heâs there for you, youâre there for him, too, âThatâs what I got you for.â
âThatâs rightâŠâ You didnât know it, but you might have made Crocodileâs day with that statement, âNow, get some sleep or your next round of medicine is going in you as a suppository.â
âSo demanding,â you giggled deliriously, âMaybe I want it that way.â
âYou are a special kind of freak, YN,â Crocodile hugged you tight, âJust get some sleep. Ok?â
âOkie dokieâŠâ your delirium took over. And then, your delirium took you under.Â
When you started to come to a little while later, you felt yourself in someone elseâs arms. That was not Crocodile anymore. And your heart immediately started racing. Not only were you moved, but Crocodile was no longer there. You thrashed and freaked until you realized the sound around you. Splashing. Water. Bathroom. Bathtub? Bathtub. Bathroom. Your bathroom. The same place you had thrown up earlier that morning. What were you doing there?
âItâs alright, darling,â Mihawk cradled you in his chest, âItâs alright. We didnât want you slipping into the water and you had thrown up on yourself earlier. Youâre ok.â
Your heartrate started to settle and you became much more acutely aware of the horrendous taste in your mouth. It was ok. Everything was ok. And yet, you had one question burning in your mind, âWhereâs Crocodile?â
âTaking care of your sheets,â Mihawk told you, âIâm hoping this bath breaks your fever a little, too. Itâs almost there. We just need it to drop another degree or two.â
âOkâŠâ You werenât upset to be held by Mihawk. But you missed Crocodileâs warmth around you. You missed the softness. You missed the tender way he held youâŠ
âYNâŠ?â Speak of the devil, Crocodile poked his head into your bathroom, âI thought I heard your voice in here.â
âIâm hereâŠâ you replied weakly, âSorry for throwing up on you.â
âNo need for that, Princess,â Crocodile brushed it off, âYou didnât even throw up on me. Your bedding canât say the same, but itâll be alright. That can be washed. You can be washed. And Iâm sure Mihawkâs more than accommodated you in that respect. Hasnât he?â
âYes, he has,â Mihawk nodded, âAnd everything has been entirely pure and innocent, Crocodile. Iâm not breaking any rules here. Sheâs sick. Weâre taking care of her.â
âEveryone except Buggy,â Crocodile pointed out.
âWhere is Buggy?â you wondered.
âIâm surprised he was with you as long as he was this morning,â Crocodile admitted, âThe guyâs got a thing about germs and getting sick. Itâs the performer in him.â
âI think thatâs the first time you called him a performer,â you giggled, letting a few coughs out, âinstead of a narcissist.â
âIs he not a little full of himself?â Mihawk scoffed, âCome on, YN. You know him, too.â
âJust a little,â you shut your eyes again, âBut thatâs ok. I wouldnât want him any other way.â
âReally?â Mihawk looked at you like you were on drugs. But in your defense, you kind of were.
âMmhmâŠâ
âYouâre delirious, Princess,â Crocodile got a towel for you and scooped you out of the water, âCome here. Letâs get you back to bed. As much as I love seeing you hot, wet, and naked, this isnât the right context.â
âLove you, too, CrocyâŠâ you rolled into the towel and got comfortable right where you belonged.Â
Crocodile gave a grateful nod to Mihawk, who had to get his own towel. Crocodile was a sweetheart to you. But you were also you, âCrocodile?â
âWhat?â Crocodile turned on his heel.
âI know youâre going to bring her back to bed,â Mihawk thought, âBut pray tell, which bed are you putting her in? Iâm sure hers hasnât been properly cleaned yet. And if it has, thereâs no way itâs dry.â
âI have it all taken care of, Mihawk,â Crocodile rolled his eyes, âYou think I donât know how to take care of YN when sheâs sick? Or anyone for that matter? I did it with him. Iâll do it with her, too.â
Mihawk looked at Crocodile strangely, âHim who, Crocodile?â
âDonât worry about it,â Crocodile kept a tight lip as he brought you back to your room. However, you werenât going to your bed. Because as Mihawk suggested, there was still a wet spot on the edge of your bed where you were presumably laying when the incident went down. No, no. You were brought into Crocodileâs bed. But you couldnât help but wonder why.
âCrocodile,â you spoke softly, âWhy are we here?â
âIâm not putting you back in your bed,â Crocodile gently lowered you back down to the mattress, âItâs still a little wet.â
âBut what about you?â you wondered, âI donât want you getting sick, too.â
âYou donât need to worry about me, Princess,â Crocodile settled you, tucking you in his massive bed, âYou just need to worry about getting better. And even that, we have taken care of. Iâm going to get you a t-shirt, ok?â
âOk.â You always did love sleeping in Crocodileâs t-shirts. You always drowned in them and made you feel little and dainty. Much like sleeping with Crocodile did. He babied you. And you werenât mad about it.
âHere, sweetheart,â Crocodile came back with a gray t-shirt just for you and helped you in it, âGo back to sleep, ok? Iâll go get your medicine and when I get back, youâre taking it. Got it?â
âYes, sirâŠâ you gave him a little fake pout as you nestled down in his bed. And after you popped your next round of medicine, you were back to sleep in Crocodileâs arms.Â
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âThank you for coming. I know it was short notice.â
âOf course. I have an obligation to help those who need it. And clearly, sheâs been in rough shape.â
âWeâve been doing all we can for her, but it feels like sheâs not getting any better.â
âWell, sheâs not running a fever anymore, so we can chalk that up as a win.â
Slowly, but surely, you opened your eyes when you felt a foreign pair of hands on your chest, âWho the fuck are you?â
âExcuse me?â the man stared you down, not sure if he wanted to cure you or kill you. But then, you got a better look at him. And for a brief moment, you forgot you were already in a committed relationship with three other men. He was prettyâŠ
âItâs alright, YN,â Mihawk assured you, sitting at your bedside with Crocodile, âI called for a doctor. He showed up. And heâs damn good at what he does.â
You knew those knuckles. Youâve heard stories about those knuckles. The word death tattooed across them. And in your current condition, that wasnât exactly comforting, âTrafalgar LawâŠâ
âThatâs me,â he nodded, âLook, I have some medicine on the ship. By the looks of things, she just caught a tinge of the flu. Sheâll make it, but for the sake of nipping it in the bud, Iâll give her something. Unfortunately, the quickest way for it to get through her system is intravenously. Is that something weâre all good with?â
âYes,â Mihawk agreed.
âYes,â Crocodile wasnât much different.
âHold on.â You, on the other hand, werenât exactly a fan of the word intravenous. Intravenous meant needles. Needles meant pain. Pain meant you having a not good day. And you were already miserable.
âNo,â Crocodile took your hand, âI know itâs not going to be pleasant, YN, but itâs the quickest way to get you better. If we agree to this, how long until sheâd be a hundred percent again?â
âWith a decent nightâs sleep?â Law thought it over, âSheâd probably be better by the morning. Completely. That doesnât mean she wonât be still a little contagious. So, Iâd suggest the two of you still exercise caution around her. While Iâm getting her meds ready, I can set you both up with a heavy duty round of vitamin C.â
âIf it means still being able to sleep with her tonight,â Crocodile thought, âItâs worth it. Misery doesnât ever mind a little bit of company, does it?â
âNope,â you cuddled into Crocodileâs side, âThank youâŠâ
âI probably should, too, then,â Mihawk sighed out, taking your hand, âBesides, itâs, what, one little tablet?â
âIf only,â Law started heading out of Crocodileâs bedroom, âSo, thatâs a round of peramivir for you and two bags of vitamin C. A boring day of work, but they canât all be a bloodbath.â
âWait a second,â Mihawk started to piece things together, âDid I just sign up for needles, too?â
âYou sure did,â Crocodile smirked, âWhatâs the matter, Mihawk? Not a fan of needles?â
âIâm concerned for anyone who says they are,â Mihawk admitted, âBut yes. I might not be the biggest fan of needles.â
âMe either,â you took Mihawkâs hand. Because even in your state, you werenât going to stoop to Crocodileâs level. They didnât have to love each other, but they loved you more than anything, âBut weâll be alrightâŠIf it means me getting better and you and Crocodile not getting sick, weâll get through it.â
âThen,â Mihawk suggested, âShouldnât we get Buggy involved, too?â
âNo way in hell!â Buggy yelled down the hall, âYou two were dumb enough to stick around! I donât need that!â
âThere it is,â Crocodile found Buggyâs ear sitting behind the cigar box on his dresser. He held it up to his mouth and let out a guttural growl, âListen well, clown. You ever bug my bedroom again and we will have a problem. Do we understand?â
âCrocyâŠBabyâŠâ Buggy got defensive, sending his mouth your way, too, âI wasnât bugging your bedroom, per se. I was worried about YN, too. I just wanted to hear what the doctor had to say, too.â
âThen, get your ass in hereâŠâ Crocodile winged Buggyâs ear out the door, âFucking clownâŠWhy do we put up with him?â
But then, you saw a pair of cheeks fly into Crocodileâs room. And you immediately knew what they were. It made you laugh, but your laughter made you cough. Still, it was enough to put a smile on your face. And thatâs all that mattered. However, Crocodile and Mihawk werenât nearly as amused as you were. That didnât mean they didnât appreciate the sweet sound of your laughter.
âBuggy,â Mihawk held his face in his hands, âIf you sent your literal ass into this room, my foot is about to go into it.â
âAre you threatening me with a good time, hawk eyesâŠ?â
âBuggy!â
âAlright, alright!â Buggy retracted his floating hiney and let those sleeping dogs lie.
Although, when Law walked back in, he couldnât help but scratch his head, âDid I just see a floating ass in the hallway?â
âWe call her Perona,â you joked a bit, âUnless you were talking about Buggyâs ass. Then, yes, you did.â
âAnyway,â Law just chalked it up to casual stupidity and held three bags in his hand and a few drip stands, âI need three arms out.â
âYou mean, you need YNâs arm out,â Mihawk corrected him, âRight?â
âNo,â Law shook his head, already prepping your arm for the IV, âI mean, I need three arms out. Because once I got hers in, you two are getting it, too.â
âAnd,â Mihawk hoped, âYou really donât have it in some kind of pill form?â
âNot this strength,â Law told him, âThe amount you two need is in these bags.â
âI canât believe it,â Crocodile teased, âYouâre really afraid of needles.â
âIâm human,â Mihawk snapped a bit, âEven I have fears and weaknessesâŠJust happens to be needles. Fuck off, Crocodile. No one asked you.â
âAre you going to be ok, YN?â Law asked, tuning the others out.
âMmhm.â You werenât thrilled about it either, but if it meant you getting better, then so be it. Youâd suck it up for just a moment or two.
âAre you sure?â Law kept your eye contact, âBecause I know these arenât always pleasant.â
âI donât want to meet the person that finds genuine enjoyment in getting administered IVs,â you chuckled to yourself.
âWhyâs that?â Law glanced over at Crocodile, knowing he was the rock in the room.
âDonât get me wrong,â you admitted, âIâm no stranger to enjoying a little bit of pain from time to time, but it has to be in the right context. It has to be cough, cough just the right amount. There has to be an exit.â
âSo,â Law assumed, âYouâre into that sort of thing? Because it sounds like youâve experienced it a time or two before.â
âLook who Iâm sitting between,â you rolled your eyes, âTwo of the biggest sadists Iâve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Of course, weâve played around with pain before.â
âAnd would you look at that?â Law cracked a little smirk, âYouâre already a quarter of the way through your bag. Didnât feel a thing, did you?â
âWhat?â you looked down at the needle stuck in your arm and the tube attached to the needle, âWhen did you do that?â
âAround the time you said you didnât want to meet the sick weirdo that was into getting IVs,â Law pointed out, âIâve worked with little kids before, YN. I know how to distract better than anyone. I bet I could keep Mihawk from passing out, too.â
âReally?â
âReally?â Mihawk rolled his eyes, âI donât pass out.â
âUh-huh,â Law scoffed, âYou were just talking about how you had a fear of needles.â
âAnd?â Mihawkâs tirade continued, âWhat does that have to do with anything? Itâs like I said. Iâm human. What? Am I not allowed to have fears now? Just because Iâm a big, scary warlord means Iâm somehow no longer allowed to have emotion? Fine. Then, I guess Iâll just sit here and be a stone. Iâm sorry, YN. I can no longer love you. And I can no longer get pissed when Crocodile puts scorch marks in my furniture. And unfortunately, I also canât draw delight from whenever you punt Buggyâs head down the hallway.â
âBut you can shut up and take your vitamin C drip,â Law brushed him off, turning the nozzle on Mihawkâs bag, âI told you so.â
âWhat?â Mihawk finally realized there was something in his arm. There was an IV in his arm. There was a needle stuck in his arm. And his vision started to go white, âSee? I toldâŠI told youâŠâ
And there he went. His head flopped onto your shoulder while the vitamin C drip ran through his body. And of course, Crocodile couldnât leave that alone, âAnd I told you so. How do you do that, Law?â
âI hold a little conversation,â Law explained, âGet someone going on a rant, theyâre not going to give a shit about anything else thatâs going on around them. Easy.â
âDid you just treat me like a toddler?!â Mihawk clutched his chest.
âAre you throwing a tantrum like a toddler?â Law wasnât dealing with it. He was already out of his way. He didnât need to also deal with Mihawk pitching a fit, âBecause if I wanted to deal with tantrums, I wouldâve stayed with Doflamingo.â
âMaybe I should tell Doflamingo about this,â Mihawk threatened.
âBut letâs be honest,â Law jabbed the needle in Crocodileâs arm. Crocodile, who sat perfectly still and hardly flinched, âDo you really want to deal with Doflamingo?â
âI meanâŠâ Mihawk admitted, âIâd be lying if I said he wasnât fun to be a little catty with at World Government meetings. But thatâs as far as I really wanted to go with him.â
âYou and me both,â Crocodile agreed.
âNow,â Law looked over at your bag that was sucked dry and gently pulled the needle out of your arm, âYouâre going to get some more sleep. By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, you should be alright again. If youâre not, Iâll come back.â
âOk,â you got comfortable again, âAnd since theyâre both juiced up on vitamin C, does that mean I can still sleep with Crocodile tonight?â
âAre you serious?â Law stared blankly at you, âYouâre still going to have sex with Crocodile in your condition? Damn, YN. Iâm not sure if Iâm impressed by your stamina or appalled at your stupidity.â
âNo,â you held your face in your hands, âI meant sleep. Iâm not used to sleeping without another warm body in my bed. Iâd rather not do that.â
âOh,â Law let it go, âPersonally, I wouldnât advise it, but if itâs alright with all involved, then go for it. At your own risk.â
âOkâŠâ
âButâŠâ Law chuckled to himself while Mihawk slumped down after his needle got pulled out, âI think you might need to make room in the bed for Mihawk, too.â
âNot a chance,â Crocodile shot that down immediately, âItâs my week. Mihawk can wait his turn. Mihawk, wake the fuck up and get out of my bed.â
Nothing.
âLooks like heâs done,â Law shook it off, âCrocodile, give me your arm. Youâre done, too.â
âThe shit I do for you, YN,â Crocodile watched Law pull his needle out.
âThank youâŠâ And you love him for it, âThank you, Law.â
âYouâre welcome,â Law grabbed his things, âI suggest putting Mihawk somewhere comfortable.â
âThat isnât here,â Crocodile added, scooping Mihawk into his arms, âYN, Iâll be right back, ok?â
âOk,â you could already feel your eyes getting a little heavier. All you wanted now was some sleep. And the fact that you had that pretty doctor taking care of you didnât hurt.Â
âKnock, knockâŠâ Although, while Crocodile was busy putting Mihawk to bed, you had a special visitor, âHow you feeling, doll?â
âHi, Buggy,â you smiled a bit, âWell, I still feel like shit, but I think Iâll make it. Full recovery.â
âThatâs good to hear,â Buggy wasnât moving from the doorway. Itâs not that he didnât want to get close to you, but he also didnât want to get close to you, âSo, what are we thinking? Are you going to be ok by next week?â
âI should be fine by tomorrow,â you assured him, âDonât worry, Buggy. I wonât be sick next week.â
âBecause,â Buggy sent his hand out to you, gently caressing your cheek, âI have a few new toys in my room that I want us to try out. And I want you to feel up to it. Got it?â
âI will,â you promised, âIâll be fine.â
âGood girl,â Buggy brought his hand back, âNow, if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to go take an excruciatingly hot shower.â
âI understand.â Never did you expect Buggy to be the one with a germ thing, but you werenât going to fault him much for it. Instead, you decided to shut your eyes. Just for a moment or two. You wanted nothing more than to make up for the lost sleep you being sick has caused. But alasâŠYou still couldnât get that lucky.
âSo, are you dead?â And Perona never really had much for tact.
âIâm not dead,â you groaned, âIâm just tired, Perona. And in my own special hell. Can I go to sleep yet?â
âI canât check up on you?â Perona scoffed, âHonestly, YN. I thought we had something special, too. Not just you and the boys.â
âWe do,â you threw your head back into the pillows, âBut Iâm also miserable. And tired.â
âAnd donât think I didnât hear that crack about you calling me an ass!â Perona pouted.
âThatâs great, PeronaâŠâ You drifted in and out of consciousness. And you were perfectly ok with that.
âIâm not an ass!â
âMmhmâŠâ
âI am a fucking sweetheart, thank you very much!â
âGood talk, PeronaâŠâ
âAnd you are damn lucky to have me in your life!â
âMmmâŠâ But you were done. You were going to let Perona continue her tirade, but you were done with it. It was time for you to go to sleep. Whether Perona was happy about it or not. You needed the rest. In all honesty, if Mihawk hadnât passed out after his IV, he wouldâve gladly shooed her away for you. But alas, Mihawk had to go and pass out after his IV coming out. But you werenât going to fault him for it. As long as you got to go back to sleep.
âPerona, get the hell out of here.â Much like that, but instead of it coming out of Mihawk, you got it from Crocodile instead. Although, you werenât expecting to be fully woken up by it.
âYouâre no fun,â Perona pouted, âWhereâs Mihawk? I guess I could go fuck with him.â
âHeâs passed out in his bed,â Crocodile reported, âThe big baby canât handle needles, apparently.â
âPoor thing,â Perona grinned, the sadism stirring in her heart.
âYouâre the worst, Perona,â you made a little more room for Crocodile.
âI know.â And just like that, Perona was gone. Likely off to screw with Mihawk in unspeakable ways. If not Mihawk, you knew she was going to go take it all out on Buggy. Much like everyone else would.
Your arms went up to Crocodile, quietly begging him to come to bed. Of course, he couldnât say no to you. He crawled back into his bed and you stuck right to him like a magnet. Crocodileâs giant hands ran idly down your back, âYou should be back to sleep already, Princess.â
âI know,â you shut your eyes, âI was waiting for you to get back here.â
âYou wouldâve been able to sleep without me,â Crocodile brushed you off, âIâm sure whatever Law gave you had some kind of tranquilizer in it.â
âI donât think so,â you nestled into Crocodileâs ribs, âCrocyâŠIâm tiredâŠâ
âClearly,â Crocodile chuckled to himself, âJust go to sleep, sweetheart. Ok?â
âI willâŠâ And so, you drifted back to sleep in Crocodileâs arms, refusing to be anywhere else. Between Crocodileâs warmth, your general exhaustion, and your medicine kicking in, there was no way you wouldnât sleep through the night. You didnât care about anything else. You had your blankets. You had your warlord of the week. You were done.
PurupuruâŠ
âYeah?â Crocodile kept his voice down, making sure not to wake you. Granted, that ship had already sailed, but you were curious, so you kept your eyes shut, âHi. Itâs been a while, hasnât itâŠ? Iâd be happy to, but forgive my skepticismâŠI wouldnât say we parted ways as best buddiesâŠLook, I canât really talk right nowâŠYeah. Sheâs been sick for the last day or so. It hasnât been pretty. Kind of reminded me of when we were taking care of Luffy when he was littleâŠI know. Scared the shit out of meâŠYeah, yeah. Sheâll be fine. We got a doctor to her and he juiced her up with something. He called it peramivir. He juiced Mihawk and me, too, but that was just vitamin CâŠGood. She needed something strongâŠThank you. Thatâs oddly kind of you. Are you dyingâŠ? I know. Maybe one day, if sheâs alright with it. You do know where Iâm staying these days, rightâŠ? Mihawkâs. Just call ahead firstâŠDonât go getting sentimental on meâŠGood night.â
âCrocodileâŠ?â You stirred at his side, âWhat was that all about?â
âWhat was what, Princess?â Crocodile put his hand up to your forehead and let out a little sigh of relief, âGood. That shit works fast.â
âWhat do you mean?â you wondered.
âYour feverâs gone,â Crocodile reported, âYouâre almost all better. Remind me to send Law a fruit basket.â
âWill do,â you went back to sleep, letting that conversation slip your mind.
âGo back to sleep, YN,â Crocodile pulled your blankets back over you.
âYes, sirâŠâ
#one piece#one piece fan fiction#one piece brainrot#cross guild#cross guild x reader#buggy x reader#buggy the clown#mihawk x reader#crocodile x reader#dracule mihawk x reader#one piece x reader#buggy x you#crocodile x you#crocodile x y/n#buggy x y/n#mihawk x y/n#mihawk x you#cross guild as a polycule#ok to reblog#sick fic#featuring:#trafalgar law#of course i'm going to write sick fic and have law be the doctor#who else would i get?#bedtime story
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HI HI! HAPPY 500!!! For this one I'm thinking about a Masochist!Soobin X Vampire!reader like reader is a bully to soobin bc she likes to see his cute reactions, who secretly likes him until reader got an idea that if she bites him what will be his reaction also reader is like a sadist for this one, when the blood moon appears thats when things get escalated aka spicy moment iykyk (congratulations for reaching 500! <33)
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#serene adds â... I LOVE vampires. if anyone missed that vital piece of information â( Ë̶Í⥠ËÌ¶Í )â and this idea was like gold? I fear the plot might be lacking a little? idk read and decide for yourself I say !
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pairings soobin x vampire afab!reader (I can't remember if gender is stated but I wrote with a fem reader in mind) warnings elements bullying, blood drinking, masochist soobin (gets off on almost getting killed oopsies), handjob...I can't think of anything else its 2am, pls lmk if I missed any!
You liked Soobin. He smelled sweet, not like candy, no, you didnât like candy. Soobin smelled like sweet nectar, carefully harvested from a blooming flower on a sunny spring day. His skin looked like honey and felt like gold beneath the tips of your fingers. â Soobinâs face flushed in all shades of pink and red whenever he got flustered. You liked making him like that, pushing his buttons just the right amount to get the perfect rise out of him.Â
Soobin lets you push his buttons. He bows his head in shame as you empty the contents of his bag out on the floor in front of him. He bites his lip as you step on his books, crushing them under the sole of your shoe. He whines when you pull his ear, pushing him up against the nearest wall as you spit insults in his face. He never tells anyone.Â
Soobin was perfect, too perfect for you to ever disregard as a quick meal. But his sweet smell remains engraved in your sharp mind, as if to torture you, and it did.Â
It really was his own fault for being outside that one fateful night, the night of the blood moon. Tsk, humans never seemed to know better. You had never intended to take things that far, but under the red sky your eyes saw nothing but him, smelled nothing but him, felt nothing but him.Â
The persistent beating of his heart as he walks along the sidewalk. His head hung low, the hood of his shirt shielding his pretty face from view. â It happens before you have the time to even think. Heâs tall, but youâre strong; his lanky and unguarded frame was easy to yank into the nearest alleway. He doesnât scream, and even if he did no one wouldâve heard for your hand slams across his plump lips.Â
His once startled and almost terrified expression wears off the second he sees your face. You frown but donât give it much thought, his sweet nectar-like scent spreading like wildfire through your every fiber and you inhale, letting your eyes flutter closed. â âStupid boyâ, you mutter as you yank the hood of his hoodie down. âDonât you know not to go out wandering by yourself late at night?âÂ
Your hand moves to his neck, giving it a firm squeeze as you watch his lips part in a soft gasp, the sound like music to your ears. âK-Knew you would come for meâ, he croaks out, his cheeks flushing as his tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip. His statement catches you off guard and you peer up at him, red irises piercing through his honey tinted ones. It is then you realize that his heart is not beating out of fear, ratherâŠexcitement.Â
Oh youâve got to be kidding me.Â
Still, he was rather cute. You could feel him swallow, adam's apple bobbing against the palm of your hand, the pumping of his rich blood flowing through his healthy veins that strained beneath your fingers. You exhale, not because your unbeating heart needed to, but rather to restrain yourself from just snapping his neck in half.Â
âWhy, have you been waiting, hm?â You drawl, sharp nails dragging across his jugular and he shudders as he nods. âDo you desire death?â You werenât planning on killing him. He didnât have to know that. â He shakes his head as best as he can, his breath is reduced to short gasps as he fights for air, fights for life. âYou.â His voice is raspy and you still as your eyes bore into him.Â
âYou. Is what I desireâ, he gasps as your hands tighten around his neck. âStupid boyâ, you grunt. Did he not realize how hard he was making things, how dangerous he made them? Despite it all, you lean in, your nose grazing along his honey fresh skin, his blood surges beneath the surface and your eyes gleam in the eerie moonlight.Â
Soobin lets out a strangled noise when your fangs sink into his skin, showing no mercy as they dig deep. Your eyes flutter closed and you groan at the taste of him, sweet nectar dancing on your tongue as you greedily let the searing hot liquid slip down your throat. â Just as youâve gotten your first taste of him you realize that you can never let yourself do this again, that was if he even survived tonight. You were no stranger to human blood, especially not fresh from the core. But this, his blood, you felt your self control slipping between your fingers as his warm blood bloomed inside your cold body.Â
His large hands are on your waist, you expect him to push you away, he doesnât. He pulls you closer, whimpering as your thigh presses against his hard cock. It makes your eyes snap open and you rip yourself from his throat as you slam him even harder against the brick wall behind him, he groans as his mouth falls open.Â
Your lips, coated in a thick layer of crimson turn into a scowl as you grip his chin harshly. âSick humanâ, you sneer as you watch his already blushing cheeks practically explode in an ocean of red. âDo you get off on this shit?â You jeer as you watch him with disdain. The way his cock twitches against your thigh makes your nose turn up in disgust, âfuck, and I thought I was the bigger freak.âÂ
The way he writhers under you was almost endearing. A small noise deep in his throat pulls your eyes to his, only to find them full of desire. It wasnât like you didnât like Soobin, hell you liked him a lot, it had been centuries since you last felt something other than thirst for a lowly human like himself. It was why you hadnât strayed far from him, not wanting his sweet nectar to attract others of your kind, creatures far more dangerous than yourself, creatures who most definitely wouldnât hesitate to drain him dry.Â
You heave a sigh, the grip on his chin unwavering as your free hand slides along his chest and down his pants. Soobin lets out a hoarse moan as your pale fingers wrap around his leaking cock, you grimace at how wet it was. Canât believe Iâm doing this. You mutter as you glance over at him.Â
His face had quickly contorted into one of pure pleasure as his brows drew together, his ever pouty lips parted, his jaw slack and his gaze clouded. The sight was oddly enticing and you felt yourself tingle with arousal. â Hungry eyes travel down his neck, the punctures to his skin glinting in the moonlight as blood spills down his collarbone. Deeming your self control to be out of the picture already, you dive back in as your fangs re-pierce his throat.Â
The taste was just as sweet as before, perhaps even sweeter as Soobinâs whines and moans echoed out in the alleway. Your thumb pressing down against his slit makes him squeal and you can practically feel his blood surging, his pleasure transpiring directly into your mouth as you swallow mouthfuls of his very life essence.Â
His hips buck up against your hand, chasing your touch as his fingers dig into the skin of your waist. He was surprisingly strong for a human, the acknowledgment spurred you on further than youâd like to admit and you sighed against his neck.Â
You could feel his tall frame grow weaker and weaker in your grasp, whether it was because of the lack of blood he suffered or his nearing orgasm, you didnât know. âPleaseâ, he gasps as his head falls back against the bricked wall. Humans and their persistent begging, half the time they didnât even know what they wanted, yet they were rarely pleased.Â
It takes all your willpower to finally withdraw from his throat and he hisses as you do. âPlease, please, pleaseâ, he whimpers when your tongue drags across the wounds on his neck, savoring the last droplets of sweet nectar. â Your wrists flicks over the head of his cock, pulling a cry from him as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. âWhat?â You groan as you tug on his weeping dick, making him shudder as he shakes his head.Â
âNeed more..â he pleads as his hopeful eyes meet yours. You snort as you pull his face by his chin, forcing him down eye level with you. âTake what youâre offeredâ, you sneer before releasing his face with a push. He whines as his back hits the wall behind him, âwanna kiss you.â â You were seriously starting to consider the option of snapping his neck after all.Â
âStupid humanââ You begin but the rest of your sentence is swallowed by his lips on your own as Soobinâs large hand guides the back of your head. His blood on your lips mingles with his saliva as he pushes his eager tongue inside your mouth. With a small roll of your eyes you let them flutter closed as your lips move against his.Â
The second he feels your sharp fang grace his tongue he comes undone as he whimpers into your mouth. His cock twitches in your tight grasp as he coats your pale hand in hot cum. âF-fuckâ, he whines as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The rapid beating of his heart consumed your senses and you felt yourself go lightheaded.Â
He pulls back, just enough to where his lips still hover above yours, smeared in his own blood and he pants. He swallows, hard, âI wanna taste you tooâ, he states and your mouth parts as you huff out a short breath of disbelief.Â
Jesus fucking christ. Â
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How is Dany is abusive to Jon?
Honest question, Iâve never given it a thought
I'm sorry this took me so long, anon, and I am really sorry for how long this post got. I had a lot of thoughts on this.
Before we begin, I'd like to point you to this compilation of Jon's reactions to Dany, which hardly paints a picture of a man who is happy and in love, as well as this post and this gifset, both pointing out the parallels between Jon's relationship with Dany and Sansa's relationship with Littlefinger, the latter being a relationship I hope most people can agree is abusive.
It's absolutely crucial to remember that in this relationship, Dany is the person with the power. She is the one with the dragons and the biggest army, and she is willing to both use and abuse that power to get her way.
Furthermore, Dany wants the North's loyalty, but the North needs her help. (The fact that it's Dany's duty as well as in her own best interest to help fight the Others is a different discussion; she doesn't seem to understand this anyway.) She has agreed to grant that help, but she could easily withdraw it if she chooses. She has more power than literally anyone else and there's simply no escaping that power imbalance - it permeates every single interaction Dany has with Jon and all the other Northerners for all of s7 and the first half of s8.
I want you to remember how Dany treats Jon on Dragonstone. His weapons and his boat are taken away immediately upon his arrival. She says Jon is "not yet" her prisoner, but 1) that line very clearly implies that she could make him her prisoner if she chooses to, and 2) how much does it really matter that Jon is "not yet" her prisoner when she's already taken away his means of defending himself or leaving the island? Remember how she later tells him "I haven't given you permission to leave." Girl, what happened to Jon not being your prisoner?
I think it's also very telling that Dany never once addresses Jon by his proper title of King in the North, even before he bends the knee. As you may recall, Dany cares a great deal about titles. She never grants Jon the same respect she demands for herself, and she likes to remind Jon that she is his Queen even during a supposedly intimate, romantic scene.
(Gif by yocalio via gameofthronesdaily)
Earlier in this scene, Dany pointed out that they could stay here in this secluded spot, away from the kingdom and its politics, and no one would find them. Yet even here, away from the rest of the world, she makes a point of referring to herself as "your Queen".
I point all of this out to illustrate that from the very beginning and throughout their relationship, Dany views Jon as a subordinate, not an equal. That is very much not a good foundation for a healthy and equal romantic relationship. Her constant expectation is that Jon will submit, obey, give things up to benefit her, and ensure that the people he has power over act the way she wants.
Case in point:
"Your sister doesn't like me. [...] She doesn't need to be my friend, but I am her Queen. If she can't respect me..."
The implication is that Sansa is doing something wrong by not liking or respecting Dany (meaning "not acting deferential enough for Dany's taste"). The fact that Dany is saying this to Jon and not to Sansa herself implies that it's Jon's responsibility to ensure that Sansa behaves acceptably. "If she can't respect me..." Then what? What exactly is she implying will be the consequences? That their romantic relationship will end? Something worse?
At this point, the North has bent the knee to Dany. As their monarch this is not an entirely unreasonable thing to ask of her subjects - but it's not a very reasonable thing for a girlfriend to ask of her boyfriend, is it? The line between Jon and Dany's political relationship as monarch and subject and their personal relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend isn't just blurred, it's practically nonexistent. To state the obvious, there is a reason we decided that absolute monarchies are bad here in the real world. There is also a reason why a boss dating a subordinate is frowned upon in the real world. Big power imbalances are a bad idea in general and in romantic relationships especially. They should at the very least be considered and navigated carefully. Dany not only fails to do so; she is only happy with her and Jon's relationship when she has power over him.
For proof, let's look at how she reacts when that power imbalance is upended by the revelation of Jon's true identity:
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This revelation is a bombshell for Jon. Everything he thought he knew about his own origins turns out to be untrue. However, Dany's first and only thought is how this affects her. Her first reaction is denial and scepticism; the second is to turn cold as soon as she realises that this makes Jon a threat to her ambitions.
There's also this line:
"A secret no one in the world knew, except your brother and your best friend. Doesn't seem strange to you?"
Which implies... What, exactly? That Sam and Bran made this up? Why? Just like with Sansa in the previous scene, we see Dany questioning the actions and intentions of Jon's loved ones. Remember that.
Things escalate in episode 4:
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Dany is faced with the notion that Jon might hold more political power than she thought, that they might actually be on somewhat equal footing, and this makes her unhappy.
"I want it to be the way it was between us."
Her desire is to continue their sexual relationship and to return to the previous status quo where she held more power than him and therefore didn't consider him a threat. Jon having a stronger claim to the throne than her threatens Dany's sense of her own identity and purpose, and she reacts by trying to deny and suppress this reality:
"You can say nothing, to anyone, ever! Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy and tell no one else! Or it will take on a life of its own and you won't be able to control it or what it does to people!"
(Imagine this with the genders reversed. Yikes.)
Dany is demanding Jon keep his own identity secret from his own family. That's not a reasonable thing to ask of a person you love. Not for one second does she show any consideration for how Jon might feel or what Jon might want. It's all about her. Her expectation is that Jon suppress his own identity, his own reality, to benefit Dany's ambitions. Never once does it seem to occur to Dany that what Jon does with this secret is up to him to decide, not her. His agency is of no concern to her.
Jon: I have to tell Sansa and Arya. Dany: Sansa will want to see me gone and you on the Iron Throne. [...] She's not the girl you grew up with. Not after what she's seen, not after what they've done to her. [...] Jon: They're my family. We can live together. Dany: We can. I've just told you how.
Here we are again with Dany questioning the motives and agendas of Jon's loved ones. Now she's no longer implying but outright stating that they're working against her. What we have here is a pattern of Dany implying that Jon's loved ones are up to no good and can't be trusted. I don't need to explain why that is a dangerous and manipulative thing to do to one's partner, right?
I also want you to pay extra attention to how Emilia delivers that final line. Throughout the whole scene Dany is distraught and desperate, but at this point she turns cold and closed off with an unmistakable anger that Jon won't agree to do as she demands. It is very hard not to read a threatening undertone into that line. "Keep it secret, or else."
Before we move on to episode 5, I'd like to highlight this line, spoken by Dany to Tyrion and Varys in episode 4:
"Speaking to Cersei will not prevent a slaughter. But perhaps it's good the people see that Daenerys Stormborn made every effort to avoid bloodshed, and Cersei Lannister refused. They should know whom to blame when the sky falls down upon them."
Let's be clear on one thing here: Cersei could choose to back down and surrender to avoid bloodshed - but, and I cannot stress this enough, so could Dany. Cersei and Dany are both being selfish and power-hungry by refusing to give up the throne in order to avoid bloodshed. But to admit that would ruin Dany's deeply rooted self-image as morally superior to her enemies. So what does she do instead? She deflects blame. She's the one with the dragons, but if she makes the sky fall down on people, as she puts it, it's not her fault. Keep that in mind.
Now for the absolute low point:
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"What did I say would happen if you told your sister? [...] She betrayed your trust. She killed Varys as much as I did. This was a victory for her. Now she knows what happens when people hear the truth about you."
Okay. Varys was conspiring against Dany, which he could've chosen not to do; I guess Dany was within her rights to punish him. She still could've chosen to imprison him, or at least give him a trial. Nobody made her kill him. But as we've just seen, Dany doesn't like to accept responsibility for her own decisions. She'd rather deflect the blame onto the people who displease her.
What's more, she's not just blaming Sansa for Varys's death but Jon as well, for telling Sansa the secret in the first place - which Jon was well within his rights to do! He never agreed not to tell anyone. That wasn't up to Dany to decide in the first place. Jon did what he wanted to do and not what she wanted him to do, so now everything Dany does as a result of Jon's actions is Jon's fault? Do I even need to explain how shitty this is?
"Far more people in Westeros love you than love me. I don't have love here. I only have fear."
This is entirely true. She never stops to think about why Jon is more beloved in Westeros than she is, but whatever. What's important is that after this, Dany initiates a kiss and Jon rebuffs her.
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"Alright then. Let it be fear."
Again, what exactly do we think she's implying here? Remember the context. During this conversation, Jon already told her "you will always be my queen". He hasn't rejected her as his queen (which at this point he damn well should), he's just rejecting her sexual advances. And yet, Dany's reaction to his personal rejection of her is to embrace "fear", which again refers to how all of Westeros sees her, not just Jon. Dany already deflected blame for her previous actions onto people who displeased her including Jon, and now she's deflecting the blame for her future actions in the same way. And we all know what she did after this, don't we? I don't know how the line "let it be fear" can mean anything other than "you rejected me and that's why I'm going to embrace being feared, so whatever I do now in the name of being feared is really your fault. Look what you made me do." If that isn't abuse, I don't know what is.
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You Get Buggy a Corgi
Cute Headcanon
Pure Fluff
â Bonus has some mild sadness
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âą Buggy has always wanted a Corgi- He's never talked about it but you did see he has a Corgi shaped pillow in his room that he's apparently had since he was a child-
âą So you decide to get him one as a gift for his birthday.
âą He always had big birthday bashes and it was the biggest party imaginable- The whole crew with more alcohol and food then a gods banquet while Buggy sat in the center jovial and proud.
âą You walk over with a box in hand and carefully set it down infront of him, He raises a brow at the lack of flashy decoration on the brown box and pops open the lid with a unamused expression
âą There a little head pops up and everyone stares at the happy Corgi face looking st Buggy and the blue bow around its neck
âą His whole face flushes as you can quite literally see the childlike joy shine in his eyes- A bright smile on his face as he sets the puppy in his lap.
âą "Her name is Guppy" You say as he mumbles the name and glances up at you. "She's mine?"
âą "Yep! She's fully trained and apparently does really well on ships from what the shelter said" You say softly, but you're sure he isn't even paying attention to you as the dog seems to instantly love Buggy and scales him with her little body to press her face against his. You can quite literally see his heart melt.
âą Clearly Guppy is his favorite gift ever since he doesn't pay attention to anything else accept for Guppy the rest of the night.
âą You also get a special reward for bringing a wonderful gift.
âą Guppy is absolutely a velcro dog- Loving to be at Buggys side 24/7 and follow him around. He gets her a red bandana so she's easy to spot at all times. If there is anything dangerous he will leave her behind but be sad about it-
âą Later finds out she yaps like crazy when he's not there and cries loudly.
âą She sleeps on him constantly, sometimes waking him up since she will curl directly over his face suffocating him.
âą 'Mrph!- 'Upeee!!" {Guppy!} And ge carefully scoots her on the pillow next to his head so he can breath and go back to sleep-
âą Guppy acts as a sort of Therapy dog for Buggy as well- When his temper or anxiety get him worked up to were he would usually destroy his room she will instead lay on his chest and force him to stay still as he Pets her and works himself down from a rage.
âą She is also the perfect pillow for him to cry on. So he has pressed his face gently into her fur and just cried- Often she licks the tears away.
âą Doesnt wear as heavy of makeup since he knows she likes to lick his face and doesn't want the grease paint to make her sick-
âą Will also carry her- Say if the waters are too choppy but she doesn't want to be left he will just carry her like a baby to make sure she doesn't slide around or get hurt.
âą If anyone- and I mean ANYONE Dares to mess with his dog he will absolutely go ape-shit... Think insulting his nose is instant death- Hurt his dog and he will come up with the worse ways to kill a person slowly-
âą He probably loves Guppy more then any living person and makes sure she has a wonderful healthy life.
Bonus!-
âą "Hey Buggy can I ask?- Why do you like Corgi's so much?" You ask laying next to him on the floor of his cabin. He pauses for a moment as he thinks.
âą "Lots of reasons- They are soft, sweet, overall really loving and they are a little odd which I like.. But-" He pauses for a second.
âą "...It's kinda weird but.. my first memory in life was of a Corgi and my mother-" He admitted and you looked surprised by this, asking for him to explain which he rolled his eyes but agreed.
âą "It was the day she dropped me off at the orphanage.. She handed me that corgi pillow you see on my bed and some berry she shoved in my pockets. Telling me that she had to leave me here to make sure I was safe from bad guys-" He said calmly, but you could hear the hurt in his tone.
âą "But if I was every in a situation were it was truly life or death all I had to say with three words and I'd be okay. Then she kisses my forehead and left. It's my first and last memories of her- A few years later Roger's picking me up to be his apprentice" He admitted as Guppy lived his face clearly sensing some sadness.
âą "Im... I'm so sorry-.. What were the three words?" You asked now circus, but you saw the way his eyes drifted to you briefly
âą "Eh- That's a story for a different time" He said with a smile and waved it off. Watching how he pet Guppy some more.
âą However you laid there stewing.. 3 words?
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implied fem! reader. she her pronouns used. kind of suggestive but no smut, talks about porn mostly. minors donât interact please. i just spat it out in one sitting so lots of spelling mistakes probs. ooc gojo! heâs a loser
just a thought that i had today hihihi. i imagine a future where both gojo and geto are in their early twenties, in the middle of getting their teaching license to teach at jujutsu high. they are both young, healthy, attractive men so they sleep around a little bit, and of course share their experiences and preferences with each other. that further escalated to porn.
so geto and gojo have a tradition of sharing porn with each other. if geto finds something super hot, he most likely will send it to gojo to get a second opinion and they both talk about how that actress looked super hot while getting pounded from behind, or that they should find a hottie to have that specific threesome with.
anyway geto starts noticing a weird trend with the actresses that gojo sends him. why do they all ⊠kind of look similar, they all kind of look like you.
itâs either the same hairstyle, same body type, similar facial structure. and geto is fucking freaking out because they have known you for like 3 months?? you just started here?? and he knew gojo was obsessed with you, everyone could tell (apart from you) but he didnât know it was this severe.
he sends a quick text.
âi didnât know anyone could be this down bad.â
which gojo quickly responds to with
âHUH?!â
âWHAT HAPPENED.â
geto answers with a vague. âi know what you are doing lol did you think you were slick like that.â
gojo fucking spirals.
âWHAT DID YOU FIND DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING LAPTOP?!?!?!???!??!!!!â
âHOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING TRAITOR IM TELEPORTING HOME YOU FUCKCKDMND.â
geto is super confused like what the fuck? gojo sent that shit himself, it was quite obvious the actresses looked as close to you as they could. was gojo not even realizing that? he couldnât understand what the man was so worried about.
â?â
âwhat are you talking about lol. you sent that shit yourself.â
gojo responds with another wave of panicked texts.
âFUCK I CANNOT TELEPORT HOME IM TOO BUSY WHAT DID I AEND WHERE.â
âPLEASE SUGURU DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS PLEASE YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME ALL HOU WANT JUST DONT TELL ANYONE.â
and now geto was super confused what else did gojo hide from him. he decided it was the perfect opportunity to fuck around and find out.
âyouâre absolutely insane i cannot believe you did that. sick fuck.â
getoâs phone once again lights up like crazy from all the notifications heâs bombarded with.
âPLEASE DONT TELL HER PLEASE.â
âAND DONT DELETE ANYTHINF DONT TOCUCHHF IT.â
âI WORKED SO HARD ON OUR LITTLE FAMILY.â
âSHES PREGANANT WITH OUR 6 CHILD ND IT WAS SO HARD TO GET OUR PENFHOUSE WITHOUT ANY CODES I EARNDNDD THAT SHIT WITH REAL WORK SUGURU REAL HONEST WORK NO MOTHERLODE AND SHIT.â
âI EVEN PAYED FOR OUR WEDDING MYSELF.â
and it was then that geto realized gojo was talking about something more cringe that his porn preferences. he was talking about the sims.
gojo fucking satoru made you guys in the sims. married. with 5 kids and 1 on its way.
after the initial wave of tremendous cringe geto felt in his body (he almost collapsed from how intense it was) geto didnt know if he should laugh or cry from how much of a pathetic loser gojo was, but he knew he would never let him live it down.
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Ledger!Joker x Diabetic Reader Headcanons
Warnings: Medical stuff, needles/injections (itâs not very descriptive though), slight NSFW mention (labeled at the bottom)
A/N: Heya! Iâve never posted something like this before hahaâŠKinda new to it and very nervous so donât judge me too harshly. I actually write quite often but rarely post it, however I really wanna start trying to put my work out there more. Keyword try.Â
Anyway, fun fact about me, I have T1 diabetes. I haven't seen anything about that with J so I decided to make my own headcanons and such :) Sooooo hereâs that lolâŠenjoy??
You had been diagnosed with T1 diabetes three years ago. You hated it. The needles, the upkeep, the blood, the appointments. Itâs scary, a living nightmare for you.
You were still in yourâŠadjusting phase, and didnât like talking about your diabetes to anyone. Joker was no exception
So, naturally, J took matters into his own hands and did his own research, learning as much as he could about diabetes (without you knowing, of course). How it works, the high and low blood sugar levels, how to manage it, he even figured out how the insulin pump that you have operates.Â
You were shocked the day he offered to change the infusion set for you and knowing how to do so. He ignored you when you asked him how he knew.
You were hesitant but quick to give in and let him inject the cannula into your stomach. He hugged you from behind as he did so; you melted into his touch and your fears were comforted. From that day on you opened up more and more about your medical life to J and allowed his help.Â
He enjoys being the one to inject the cannula and dexcom, however he still forces you to do it yourself at times, as to make sure you arenât getting too used to being dependent on someone else. Youâre a strong and brave bunny, he wants to remind you of that.Â
He will tease you about your dexcom and infusion sets, saying you must be part machine.Â
âIâm uh, still convinced youâre a cyborg.â âJ!!â
He also forces you to stay on a healthy diet and keeps track of your sugar intake carefully. Heâs definitely not a hypocrite. He rarely lets you eat junk food, even though youâre allowed to and tried explaining that to him
âThe doctors told me itâs okay if I eat sugar now and then, as long as I have the insulin for it. Itâs the sugary drinks I need to avoid more.âÂ
J doesnât buy it, nor does he trust your doctor's input. âMmm. Nuh uh. CanâT have my little bunny go falling into a coma, hm?â You know heâs just concerned about you (even if heâd never outright admit it), so overtime you stopped arguing with him and avoided junk food to ease his mind. Just donât let him catch you eating it behind his back.
J absentmindedly fidgets with your insulin tube. Rubbing along it, flicking it around, twirling it around his finger, even constantly feeling the cannula end of it against your stomach as if to reassure himself you that itâs still on and doing its job. Donât worry, heâs only accidentally ripped it out once or twice, and he certainly makes it up to you when that happens.Â
Having a low, but forgot sugar to combat it? Not to worry! Joker keeps a juice box or two in his suit juuuust for you. Heâs even stacked packages of juices in your pantry so youâll have plenty. (Donât ask whether he bought or stole them, you already know the answer)
The low blood sugar episodes hit you hard, but youâve found curling up on Jâs lap and cuddling against his chest while sipping on juice is very comforting. Heâll stroke your hair and rub your back, holding you closer whenever you shake and cry.
âShhhh sh sh sh. Itâs nothinâ you havenât beaten before. Itâll pass, angel.âÂ
You hate looking at your stomach and seeing the previous holes and scars from constant injections. J will run his thumb over them and kiss each of them to comfort you.Â
Whenever you have a headache or any symptoms, J will immediately interrogate you about your blood sugar level
âNot every pain I get is caused by my diabetes.â
âShuuuuush. Whatâre levels right now? Let me uh, lemme see your pum-p. Give. Right. Now.âÂ
If youâre low on insulin and the pharmacist is late to sending you new vials, J will meet with them personally to have a little chat.Â
Heâll then come home and plop the bag of new vials theatrically down on the counter. âTadaaaa! More insulin for my sweet little sugar cube.â
âOh, thank you J! Wow, they gave me a lot this timeâŠâÂ
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During the âšdevils tangoâš, J will occasionally rip the cannula out by accident. Heâll immediately put a pin in your lovemaking session to get you a new one. Even if you insist you could go an hour or two without it, heâs not taking any chances. After all, whereâs the fun in sex if your partner is dying from a seizure??
âJ, I promise itâs okay! We donât have to sto-â
âNow now gumdrop. I know youâre, heh, eager for me, but my patient needs her medicine first.âÂ
Youâre grateful you donât have to deal with your disability alone anymore. Who knew the Clown Prince of Crime could be such a good caretaker?
#ledger joker#ledger joker x reader#joker x reader#joker x y/n#heath ledger#joker#ledger!joker headcanons#reader insert#the dark knight#fanfic#joker fanfiction#the dark knight joker#diabetic reader#super nervous lmao#also not a great writer I apologize for that#idk what Iâm doingđđ#p.s this could apply to T2 as well of course#but I mostly wrote with T1 in mind obviously#very self indulgent but I hope it can reach someone who can relate in some way#if not thatâs ok too :)
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I think he would understand that u can be a bit hormonal. Would get u pads, tampons and stuff like that. Simon would make less smart comments (if yk what i mean like the sarcasm) if u get annoyed by them when ur on ur period. He is prob going to try make u laugh if ur crying about sm stupid like about the fact that the crisps r finished.
~đđđ«đ«đČ
Oh harry he'd be the type to accidentally make u cryđ. This man would promise u that he is going to go get u food after he goes somewhere w his friends bc ur hungry and forget. He promised u bc he decided to go out with friends instead of spend time w u and forget the foodđ. After u literally reminded him and harry still forgot. But he does make it up to u by cuddling w u. He'd offer to cook u said no bc u dont want ur kitchen burnt down. So u just orders in whatever u like.
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Clueless about periods would constantly ask u about it and he would not to what do. U aint giving him any answer bc ur in pain ur there like tf u mean do u what hole do u bleed from. Soo what does he do he googles all his odd question and googles what to do with u. When whatever he tries does not work he just put on ur fav movie. Jj would prob by u sm u have been wanting like a channel braclet ( if u dont like that imagine anything els u like) to make u happy.
~đđšđđą
Oh tobi would be the sweetest person ever as if he already isn't but whenever ur on ur period its a whole other story. Anything u want he would get/do. U want to play uno? Alright Iâll grab the cards. Cuddles? U dont even have to ask. He us just so obssesed w u (but like in a healthy way) but tbf who wouldnt its u.
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Aww poor vik he is also clueless . He knows how periods work unlike someone *cough cough* Jj. But he wouldnât know how to deal with u heâd be there just patting ur head. Like u will be fine it could be much worse u could be in the submarine that got lost or be in the toxic gossip train.
(my requests are open if u want me to write a consept for a anyone else just askđ)
#sidemen#simon minter#harry lewis#sidemen headcannons#sidemen hc#sidemen imagine#miniminter#w2s#w2s x reader#w2s imagine#harry lewis x reader#vik#vikkstar123#ksi#jj olatunji#Tobi Brown#Tobi brown x reader#beta squad#wroetoshaw#tbjzl
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Dreaming of You - pt 1
A two part follow up from my mini series "Sweet Dreams".
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, murder, smut, alcohol, etc. MDNI - Please and thank you!
Months after your death, Izana found himself dreaming about you. As did the rest of Tenjiku. The soft sounds of your whimpers and moans filled the room the moment the moon was at its highest point in the sky. They would dream about the way youâd call their names while breathless and a mess underneath them. These dreams felt too real, they would wake up feeling the warmth of your lips and the heat of your body on theirs.Â
Your death was something that they didn't know was gonna hit hard. The forensics team ruled it a natural death, the victim went into cardiac arrest and died in her sleep. That's what was put in your death certificate. The cops suspected no foul play nor found any evidence that pointed them in any other direction. Your body was clear of any marks, assault or semen. There was no forced entry, your toxicology report came back negative with the exception of a bit of alcohol during dinner and you were a healthy woman.Â
Tenjiku's men attended your funeral, really they were the only ones that did. You had no family, few friends and no other acquaintances. Not even your coworkers or managers came to your funeral, despite working for them for several years.Â
Seeing the groundskeepers lower your coffin into the dirt - it made their stomachs turn. Especially Izana's. That night remained etched in his mind, it was a bitter sweet. Everyday he thinks about that night, the way you smiled, the way you tasted and the way your heart stopped beating.Â
"Anyone else still dreaming about her?" Shion asked while holding a shot glass in his hands. The men in the room mumbled a yes. They were having vivid dreams. âI can't stop dreaming of her.â Mucho says and presses his palms into his face, covering his eyes as if he's struggling to stay level headed. âSame.â Mochizuki confesses and things start to get rather awkward in the room as they felt uncomfortable talking about you and how lewd these dreams were. You were dead. âAlmost every night, I hear her voice and sheâŠâ Kakucho says but his words trail off as he notices Izana's expression. Perhaps talking about you while he's here isn't the best idea. He was the one to claim you and take your life. Kakucho could only imagine what it felt like to be there at your final moments. His thoughts were interrupted when Izana spoke. âDoes she call your name first?â His eyes were empty, it's as if he was staring into a void. âOr you only realize she's there when you feel her body on top of yours?â He said with a bit of guilt on his tongue.Â
Everyone paused for a moment to think. âLet me guess⊠She's wearing a white slip?â Rindou asks and he is met with an immediate response from Ran. âAnd by the time you're done fucking her, it's blood stained?â The room fell silent, everyone realized that they were all having the same dream. How? How was this possible when you didn't own any white sleepwear and there was no blood at the crime scene? Each of them began to repeat the vivid dreams and what went on. There were slight differences between them but all ended the same. They woke up feeling as if someone was in the room with them, as if they were actually making love to you.
Their discussion went well into the night, after hours they decided to head home, but a drunken Shion went to the cemetery to pay a visit to your grave. He was slowly walking up the rows looking for your plot, eerily enough he felt calm. Maybe it was liquor in his veins but he wasn't afraid. He continued to drink from the bottle of sake, of course he left Izanaâs and took his comfort with him. When he reached your headstone, he crouched down and placed his hand on the cold slate. âIf you wanted us to visit you baby, you could have just asked.â He says and feels tears prick his eyes. Tenjiku always prides themselves in not attaching themselves to people. However, you were different - you brought warmth to their lives. Despite the fact that they were getting attention elsewhere, your attention is what they fixated on. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the headstone. âWe miss you.â He said softly. Never in a hundred years did he think heâd mourn for someone outside of Tenjikuâs leaders.Â
After several minutes of crying and wishing for you to come back, Shion poured sake into a shot glass and left it on the left side of the tombstone. He was about to stand up when he realized there was no noise in the cemetery. No crickets, no rustling of the trees, leaves or anything. It was dead silent. Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps behind him made him whip his head around. Who the fuck was out here at 1am? He started to freak out when everything got quiet again. Turning around to bid your grave goodbye, he saw something that almost made his heart stop. A pair of arms were hanging over the headstone as if someone was leaning on it. Shion threw himself back and away, when he looked up to see who the person was - he had completely lost his voice. âHeyâŠâ That soft and sweet voice he's longed to hear rang in his ears. He couldn't believe his eyes, you were right in front of him.Â
â...(Y/N)?â He stutters and looks in disbelief, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasnât dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making him see things. He sees you swing around the headstone, sitting on it and lean slightly back. You were wearing that white slip that you wear in their dreams. Smiling, you spread your legs apart, even through the moonlight he could catch a glimpse of your heat. Lifting the slip above your thighs, you beckon him to come closer and he does so without hesitation. âShionâŠâ You almost whimper his name as he runs his hands along your thighs. The warmth of your skin felt too real and he couldnât wrap his head around it. Gently tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face closer to your core, you want him to taste you.Â
He felt his heart pounding and his hands were trembling. Shionâs breath hitches as he inhaled your scent and gripped your thighs. Glancing up at you once more before he dove in, he made eye contact with you - your eyes were hazy. Itâs that same look you had in his dreams. âOh fuckâŠâ  He groans as his tongue makes a long swipe between your folds, tasting you and making you gasp. Everything felt like it was going so fast that by the time he realized you were grinding your hips into his face, he was losing himself. âJust like that! Donât stop!â You moan into the night as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. He was eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth. Truth be told, he gave in to this little dream as he didnât know when was the next time heâd be able to see you. What if he forgets about you one day? What if he forgets the way you taste, the way you sound or the way you feel? The thoughts were driving him mad. â(Y/N), baby - Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â  Shion whimpers as he hears your moans get louder. You were close.Â
âMmnhâŠWe should have told you-fuck, the truth.â He continues to apologize and puts more pressure on your clit with his tongue. His right hand begins to snake its way between your legs and he slides two digits in, curling his fingers to find your sweet spot. Throughout all those times heâs visited you in your dreams, eating you out was his favorite thing to do to you. Feeling how you clenched around his digits, he picked up his pace and made you scream out his name. Your juices coated his fingers and tongue, nothing compared to having you come undone.Â
The moment he pulled away to look up at you, your body slid down and your warm embrace made him feel whole. Without any further hesitation, he unzipped his slacks and let his desires take him even further. He penetrated your sopping cunt in one swift motion. He was enveloped with pure bliss. Shion proceeded to move your hips into his. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that he was eating you out but he didnât last. Those pathetic whimpers of desperation echoed across the empty cemetery as he filled you to the brim. A tender feeling on his neck made him gasp as he realized you were sucking on his pulse point. â(Y/N)...â He moaned. âCome visit me again my love.â Your voice echoed in his ear. The honey in your voice was slowing his heart beat, almost as if he was in a daze. His head started to feel fuzzy and his vision was going white. I feel like I'm gonna pass out⊠He thinks to himself before his body slums over in your arms.Â
*a few hours later*
âHe's waking up.â A male voice echoes in the room. Shion could barely make out the figures in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot. âWhat the hell happened to you?â Another voice asks. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he realized he was at Izana's place surrounded by Tenjiku's men. He sits up immediately, shifting left to right - looking for you. âWHERE IS SHE?â He yells and continues to look around. Mochi firmly held him in place trying to calm him down. Several voices were swarming in Shion's head, too many people were talking, it was giving him anxiety and upsetting his stomach. âEveryone, shut up.â Izana says and the room goes silent in an instant.Â
After several minutes of silence, Shion was able to calm down and he explained to everyone what happened. It was hard to believe since he was drunk by the time he headed âhomeâ but the way he was explaining everything in such detail, the glow in his eyes, the tremble in hands - he was telling the truth. âYou have no idea how you got here, do you?â Rindou asks. Shaking his head, Shion said no - he couldnât recall what happened afterwards. Apparently he came back at 4:30am and knocked on Izana's front door until he opened it. He had no idea he was so close to getting punched in the face. The only reason he didn't was because Izana noticed the expression on his face. Within seconds he collapsed on the floor. The events weren't making sense.Â
Kakucho had a sinking feeling in his stomach, something wasn't right and someone else was bound to end up in the same state as Madarame.Â
Several days went by without incident, however⊠Mochi went to the cemetery to drop off some flowers. He was weary but opted to go during the day and sober, while the sun was still out. When he arrived, he noticed an empty shot glass on the grass, it looks like the caretakers haven't stopped by yet. Picking up the glass he put it on top of the head stone. He sighed at feeling the cold slate under his palm. He hated knowing that you could have been spared if they would have told you the truth. âForgive us little lady, we didn't mean to hurt you.â He said while arranging the flowers on the metal rack. They were golden-rayed lilies. Their beautiful white and gold colors stood out against the dark slate. He sat there in silence for about 30 minutes, offering a prayer and closed his eyes. The light breeze kissed his skin and the fragrant flowers made him relax. The soft sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the distance was soothing. In another life (Y/N), we'd protect you⊠He says softly before opening his eyes. The moment he did, everything was darkâŠÂ
âWhat the fuck?â He says outloud and notices that the sun has long since set. Quickly getting up on his feet, he made the immediate dash to his motorcycle. He didn't even bother looking around to see if anyone was there. He wasnât going to run the risk of the same thing happening to him as it did to Shion. Zooming down the streets, he made it home and the moment he closed the door behind him. He paused, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, he needed to pull himself together. There was no way he was there for 6 hours. How did it go from 4:00 in the afternoon to 10:00 pm? His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door.Â
Knock. Knock.Â
The sound was light and almost a bit shy. He felt a bit uneasy opening the door, he didn't hear any footsteps when he was walking down the hallway nor did he see anyone in the hallways. âYeah? Who is it?â He retorted rather cautiously. He was met with silence.Â
Knock. Knock.Â
Another knock at his door made a chill run down his spine. âWho the fuck is it?â He yelled and pressed his ear against the door. Waiting to hear some sort of movement or voice. The silence was unnerving. His door didn't have a peephole so he couldn't even check to see who or what was on the other side. He waited for 5 minutes before pulling away from the door. Whoever was there probably got tired of waiting and left. Taking 4 steps away from the door, the sound of another knock made him furious.Â
Mochi snatched the door handle and yanked the door open. What he saw made his throat go dry and left him in shock. âAbout time you open the door.â You giggled and walked into his apartment.Â
You. It was you.Â
The same woman he sees in his dreams wearing a white slip with a heavenly smile on her face. Mochizuki froze in place. His eyes followed your figure as it walked past the doorway. Your dainty hands gently pried his hand from the doorknob and closed the door. â(Y/N)...â He stuttered and felt your hand caress his. Slowly you brought his hand to your face, making him caress your cheek. The warmth in his palm felt real. Your skin was soft and warm, it felt alive. âI missed you.â You almost purr out as you come closer, slowly pressing your body against his.Â
His immediate reaction was to wrap his arms around you. Burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent as if it were his only oxygen and lifeline. âFuck⊠Please tell me I'm dreaming.â He mumbled while remaining buried in your neck. Your response was to wrap your arms around him and embrace him. Patting him on the head and playing with his braid. Pulling slightly away to look at your face, he notices your eyes - they are hazy and full of desire. âKiss me.â Your sultry tone made him throw all reasoning out the window and he dove into your lips. Your warm and wet tongue was matching his pace, you two became a desperate mess of kisses and moans.Â
Before he knew it, he had you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. Everything was going so fast, when did he unbutton and unzip his pants? Your white slip was already pushed up above your waist and you could feel the way his length was pulsing against your wet folds. âWe should have told you the truth.â He moans huskily as his tip pushes past your tight entrance. He could see you struggle, almost gasping at the stretch and burn of his cock bullying its way inside you.Â
Every vein and inch could be felt. Your moans and whimpers echoed in his ear. Mochi paused to take a deep breath, you were clenching too tight, it was making it hard for him to move. Noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, trying his best to sooth the pain. âYou can take me. Right, (Y/N)?â He pants in your ear before slowly moving his hips and back forth. Feeling your body relax and melt into him, he kissed your lips and set the pace. Your body weighed nothing in his arms. He kept you in place and continued to slow fuck you until your mind went numb. One of the rowdiest members of Tanjiku was giving you slow and passionate sex.Â
âMhn! Iâm gonna- oh fuckâŠâ You barely could even speak as he was making your mind go blank. He picked up the pace to chase his high, making you cry out his name and burying your face into his neck. If this is what heaven felt like, he didnât want to be sent back down to earth. He envied Izana for being the one to take your life. By the time he finished, he noticed you were biting his shoulder and he felt his body go numb. âDonât forget about meâŠpromise?â He hears you say before he completely loses all strength in his body and slides down to his knees. Everything went black.Â
The sound of his door being kicked in startles him awake and he finds himself in bed. He quickly gets up and finds Mucho and Kakucho by the doorway. âWhere the fuck have you been? Why havenât you answered any calls?!â Mucho yells at him as he storms towards his direction. Mochizuki looked confused and looked around the room. It was daytime, perhaps he was dreaming - right? âYouâve been MIA for three fucking days!â Mucho continues his yelling before Kakucho cuts in. âAre you alright though?â His tone was sincere and laced with concern. The air in the room felt heavy for a moment before Muchoâs words finally hit Mochi. âWait, did you say three days?â He asks and feels his blood run cold. The others nodded and asked him where he was this whole time. âI went to the cemetery. But I swear it was daytime, I didnât go at night. I was sober andâŠâ Mochiâs words trailed off when he saw something on the floor. A single lily on the floor by the doorway. It didnât make sense, he didnât bring anything back with him - he had to be dreaming.Â
They decided to have a meeting. Izana prohibited everyone from visiting the cemetery until further notice. For the sake of our sanity, you cannot visit the cemetery, stay away from it at all costs. He was serious. Perhaps they were all just having a really hard time coming to terms with your death. They needed to focus on something else, get out and see more women or maybe get away from the city. It was rather unnerving, they couldnât find the cause of these dreams nor an explanation to what was occurring. Them not being able to remember things could be a serious issue. If an accident were to happen, they could end up in the hospital, killing another person by accident or worseâŠthey could die.Â
Two months had flown by without incident, everyone was doing fine and they didnât have any dreams of you. Itâs almost as if you stopped haunting them.
*in Muchoâs apartment*
He was having a hard time sleeping, he laid in bed tossing and turning. He shouldnât have been taste testing so many different coffees all at once. The amount of caffeine in his system was making his heart race. He figured heâd just get up and sit in the living room and put something on. Mucho spent a few hours surfing channels as this late at night only infomercials were airing on the majority of the channels. He opted for something really boring in hopes that it would be enough to put him to sleep.
He finally settled on a random channel as he was getting annoyed. As the TV ran some old history documentary, he just sat there listening to every word and watched as the images played on the screen. He wasnât all into the boring things but grew interested in fantasy, folklore and paranormal lore as they themselves were part of the unknown. They told stories from all over the world. The best ones that piqued his interest were from Native American folklore, Latino folklore and of course from his home country, Asian folklore. âBack in the middle ages and even up until the early 19th century, people would create a salt barrier to ward off evil spirits. In folklore and also all around the world, salt was seen as a sign of purity and protectionâŠâ The female narrator said while showing reenactments of people pouring salt in a straight line at the base of their doors and window sills. He chuckled. He found it funny how some believed that salt would protect them from anything. They werenât deterred by salt, charms or really anything else as their intentions werenât to harm. It was really just to feed, at first it was hard to control their hunger but with time they were able to manage it.Â
âIn todayâs day and age, you rarely see people with charms, salts or anything that indicates that the paranormal exists. HoweverâŠthere are some unexplained happenings that occur.â The narrator continued. âFor example, a woman was found dead in her apartment in Yokohama 7 months ago.â The voice of the narrator changed, it went from dull to wicked, almost resentful. The change made Mucho sit up and he felt his blood run cold. This has to be some sort of coincidence right? Iâm overthinking due to the caffeine in my system, Iâm hearing things. He thinks to himself as he prepares to turn off the TV. Itâs probably best for him to get some rest. âShe didnât know any better and thought she was loved and protected by the men whom she trusted the most.â The voice was now angry. He was frozen. The voice was speaking to himâŠ? âNoâŠwe didnât mean to hurt her.â He says to no one in particular. âYes! You did! You knew what would happen and yet you ALL let it happen!â The voice retorted back with force. Muchoâs vision began to get blurry, tears were now streaming down his face as he felt his heart break. The room felt cold and he felt faint. They didnât want to be blamed for your death, it was a harsh truth that they couldnât face.
The sudden sensation of someone wrapping their arms around him made him turn around immediately. The person behind him was you. Your small frame was looming behind the couch, reaching over to embrace him. The angelic look on your face and smile, only made his heart drop. âDonât listen to it, I know you didnât mean to hurt me.â Your soft and gentle voice said. It did little to soothe the pain in his chest. â(Y/N)...â He stutters. Everything went silent. He couldnât hear the sounds of the TV anymore or the voice of the angry narrator. He could only hear the sound of his heart pounding and your soft giggle. You pulled away only to climb over the couch and sit on his lap. âI missed you.â You say and press your lips against his, giving him a gentle kiss. âAm I dreamingâŠ?â He mutters against your lips as you continue to kiss him.Â
Mucho began to feel warmth, the room that was once cold was now warm and he no longer felt like he was going to pass out. Your body was pressed against him and he could feel the way your heart was beating against him. âI need to feel youâŠall of you.â You whisper against his lips and fumble with his zipper. Breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks and locked eyes with you. That beautiful hazy look in your eyes was enough to almost make him bust. He didnât even question it or stop you. Even though he knew this was wrong or that this was a dream, he couldnât stop it.Â
Releasing his throbbing member from their restraints, you look down at it and notice the leaky tip. The lewd squelching of your hand stroking his member could be heard going on and on. The husky groans and panting escaping his throat filled the room. He leaned back, closing his eyes and let the warmth of your hands fill the void in his heart.Â
Mucho had quite the stamina and discipline. Even after what felt like hours of you pleasuring him, he still wouldnât finish, he refused to. Those throaty groans and exhales of bliss - it was soothing to hear. If only you were able to hear him and everyone else like this everyday⊠Even if you couldnât actually sleep with them due to theâŠwell, death by snoot snoot (coitus), you wished to hear them. With his large hands roaming your body he found ways to give your body pleasure. He didnât want you to do all the work. Whether it was kneading your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples, or snaking his hand between your thighs, he wanted to do something to hear your voice.Â
Your whines got louder when his fingers found that spongy spot that had your vision going white. âAhn! Right there!â You cry out and feel that numbing sensation creep up your spine. Mucho snickers between his moans, he felt your hand squeeze his a cock a little tighter and pick up the pace. Seeing your face in total bliss, lit his fuse - he was gonna cum. Not waiting to waste the opportunity presented to him, he gripped your wrist, stopping your motions. You couldnât even fight it, he was merciless. The combination of your thighs trembling and your juices coating his wrist, he knew he made you see the white pearly gates all over again.Â
You collapsed against his shoulder, panting and overall a mess. Muchoâs real plan kicked in, he didnât give you even 3 seconds to breathe before he lifted your hips and sunk you down on his cock. The sudden intrusion made you scream out in pain and pleasure. Pain from being stretched out and pleasure as he made you cum again. âYou came from me just putting it in? Fuck, (Y/N) - youâre such a good girl.â He coos in your ear and guides your movements. Slowly grinding you against him, he makes you feel his entire length - the fact that his veins were pulsing and rubbing against your velvet walls had you in daze.Â
Mucho felt you clench around him the moment he called you a good girl. Oh, she likes to be praised? He thinks to himself and smirks. âYouâre taking me so well, princess.â He moans in your ear and feels your body shiver. What followed was you clenching again, sucking him in deeper and a little whimper escaped your lips. âMhnâŠfeels sâgood.â You babble almost incoherently against his shoulder. Before you knew it, he was bouncing you up and down his cock. He kept praising you and telling you sweet nothings. Even if this was a dream, he wanted to make it up to you.Â
He got you to the point where you couldnât take it anymore. You were an incoherent mess and moaning so loud that he thought his neighbors were going to start banging on his door. âI-ngh! I canât anymore!â You cry out blissfully and dig your nails into his shoulders, making him flinch and grip your hips harder. The moment you called out his name, he felt his release clawing its way out and he painted your pretty walls white. Mucho felt the way your body collapsed against him, your head was resting on his shoulder and your heavy breathing was like music to his ears. He wrapped his arms around you and caressed the back of your head, gently stroking your hair and pressing you against him.
It felt surreal to have you in his arms, your body was hot and he felt your heart beating against his chest. There was no way this was just a dream. Mucho was smiling to himself and basking in the afterglow until the sudden sensation of a pinch on his shoulder snapped him out of his daze. Your teeth had his flesh between them in a rather crude bite. Before he could pull away, he felt his body go numb and he got lightheaded. The grip on your body loosened and everything went blackâŠ
END PT 1
#tokyo revengers#tokyorevengers#tokyo revengers smut#tr smut#tenjiku#tenjiku smut#shion madarame#mochizuki kanji#yasuhiro muto#tenjiku shion#tenjiku mochi#tenjiku mucho#aftermath of sweet dreams#part 1 of 2#its been too long#sweet dreams#smut#izana kurokawa#kakucho hitto#ran haitani#rindou haitani#i need to get laid#in dreams they see you
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RETROFANG: talking about the ship
Xina Kwan x Miguel oâhara
For the 1992-1995 spiderman 2099 comics, and the world of tomorrow 2099 comics that followed.
Welcome back to me rambling in a way that probably doesnât make sense
Miguel x Xina is one of my comfort ships, something I love, itâs flawed, but beautiful, it tells a story that the writers no longer want to show which is upsetting, itâs flawed loved of two people who care for each other deeply but cannot bring themself to be together, one is self destructive, while one seeks for ways to help. A relationship to its core doomed to fail.
The first time we ever see Xina is when she is that of what we can assume to be around 12-13, both her and Miguel were young students attending school together, two people that would later stick together and not befriend anyone else that we can see, and from the very starts itâs love at first sight for Miguel, you can see with the way itâs drawn to the plot that falls that Miguel falls instantly In love, and it can be argued that Xina also fell in love, or at least let Miguel flirt without being uncomfortableïżŒ. He gives her a glance, and turns his head to follow her as she does the same before they officially talk.
Later on itâs straight away to flirting, asking to go to the pool, a possible sign of trying to get what a child may consider a date in a way. They spend the rest of their school years friends, and helping each other, it appears that even if both In love, they decided to take it slow, become friends, then best friends, then lovers, a way to build up a healthy and trusting relationship, a relationship that shows Miguel waited years to be with Xina, waited years for her.
This is what I consider deep love, a love that movie, craved but also feared, a love he had to destroy in order to destroy himself
The next time we see Miguel with Xina is when he is moving into his alchemax apartment (it appears), which due to the way we assume Xina is, and how she is in general, even if she went to an Alchemax school, she doesnât really like Alchemax, yet would do things in support of Miguel working there, she saw flaws in his design and yet hang on, because she loved him, itâs then hinted that they of course did it, but it also shows one of Miguelâs biggest flaws when it comes to Xina, he loves her, but waits too long to learn about her. In later times he learns what she likes, what she does, but here itâs shown that he didnât even known his best friend had gotten a tattoo of her favourite real life person, something he would have known because they are seen to be best friends that stick together.
Which brings up the issue and possibly why their relationship ended so soon, yes Miguel definitely found Dana attractive, and was emotionally cheating in front of Xina, but at his core he wasnât ready to be a good partner, he wasnât ready for a healthy commitment, he couldnât even properly care for what Xina loved, even after knowing her since they were basically pre-teens. Miguel was not a good man at this time, heâs he waited for Xina for years, but he was too much of a bad person to hold onto her after finally getting her,
You also take into consideration that he is self destructive, he loves Xina more than anything and therefore he had to destroy it fast, he had to find another fast to destroy what he had, he had waited years for a woman, he has her, now he has to get rid of her in a way she will never want him back, how does he do that? Cheating. Emotionally first, and then physically.
When we end up seeing them again itâs because LYLA is broken, LYLA who resembled Xina in the way of it being based off of her tattoo, Miguel doesnât care for Marilyn Monroe herself, he cares for the fact she is xinas tattoo, hence him only now caring for xinaâs interests, caring too late. He becomes desperate to fix her because she is in his way a way to be close to Xina without havent to be near her, he loves Xina, but he canât return, he messed it up too much on purpose. Though that ends fast as he soon learns that the best person to go to, to fix LYLA is Xina, which could possibly also be seen as an excuse to see Xina again. Once let in the first thing he does is go to her bedroom, to remember the old times, to live in the past, the past he craves but canât get anymore.
You also see that Xina who is still single and assumed to have stayed single after Miguel, still loves and misses him, her bedside photo is them together. She loves him, she wants him, but she hates him as of now.
Within this time we also see Jack, Xinas Android, Miguel mistakes him for a partner, and seems to be almost jealous, upset. More signs he still loves her even if engaged to Dana, you also see Xina making it clear she doesnât want him there and hates him, but she doesnât kick him out, and itâs clear as much as she was uncomfortable, she cared enough to listen, cared enough to help, and of course we know this was going to happen, as even if she claims she just wanted to see him âcrawling backâ as a joke, itâs clear from the photo in her room, that she wanted him back deeply.
When she talks to Miguel many things are clear, one she is lying about things and two she is desperate to be the one he needs the most, even if she doesnât want to make that clear.
She lies when talking about why they dated she claims itâs because she felt sorry for Miguel, but once again her photo in her room proves that wrong, along side the fact that she caught Miguel cheating as she came home early to be with him and to make him happy, she deeply cared for him, it was never about his dad, it was always about their love.
You also see how she is almost trying to push him away and is mocking his fiancĂ©, Miguel doesnât stop her, almost as if he wants her to insult Dana, because truthfully he doesnât care for Dana the way he should, he cares for her as he loves her as she is what he considered dumb, someone that canât question him, someone that blindly follows. Yet he sees Xina as smart, independent, and important to him, he loves that about her, yet is also scared about that. Because it means she can help him see his errors, and he doesnât want to be shown, he wants to remain blind
Next one I want to talk about is this comic panel, you see that Miguel is finally caring for her interests, he is taking the time to get her real old things such as a gumball machine, because he knows she loves it, he is caring enough finally, he knows what she likes, what she want, why she wants it, he cared for her deeply and after years is finally showing it. Only now
next bit in this panel Miguel mentions the fact he was going to end it, he directly tells Xina he is planning to end it in a way, and Xina instead of making a joke, instead of being her nasty self she has been a few times, instead asks him to join her on a trip. Alone. She cares for him enough that she is literally wanting to spend time alone with him as a way to possibly keep him alive but to also reconnect, something that shows her deep love for him, and deep need for him, and also just the fact she is a great friend. These are two people stuck in a bad world they suffer in that still care for each other deeply.
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SA mention
I am bringing up a scene we end up seeing soon into their trip together, a flashback to Kron attempting to harm Xina, this is poorly written and used as a way to show Miguel and Leonâs hate for each other, they directly use Xina getting SAâED as a way to push two boys fighting. This is no doubt disgusting writing.
But in the sight of this being about Miguel and Xina it has to be bought up in the way that Xina would put himself in danger, and put his family at risk, risk being abused by George, risk loosing everything, risk possibly even being killed by George, to keep Xina safe, he before now refused to fight back, refused to lay a finger on Kron as he was scared for himself and his family. He was frightened, yet he risked it all for Xina. He did at a point nearly bail on Xina, he was scared the worse would happen to him, but in the end he Kepler her. He kept her safe, even if it was poorly written and should have been shown in a different way that didnât make a man the savour of a woman facing SA
Nor thatâs over we get into the venom arc, the arc where Kron as venom attacks Xina and Dana to get to Miguel, something that reveals Miguelâs even deeper connection to Xina, he out of impulse screams for Xina, he is more worried for her, though he is still very worried for Dana, in this he has to save both, he only successfully saves Xina, and Dana passes away, this isnât used for shipping Xina and Miguel, in fact Xina ends up leaving. This is shown as a way to show their friendship only, they donât get together, as they both mentally canât, Miguel lost his fiancĂ© even if he wasnât the best partner, and Xina had survivors guilt, she hates herself for hating the woman that slept with her boyfriend, a woman who hates her interests (shown by how she hates Gabrielâs retro interests) she so ends up leaving, I can argue that this was the best ending for the comic, until Miguel and Xina returned later. They both werenât mentally stable, they both yes loved each other, but they would have ruined each other if they tried again.
The next time we see Xina is when she is happy to see Miguel, even slightly seeming to mess around, she cares for Miguel still, and Miguel still cares for her, but she has seemed to move on, she doesnât care for a relationship, she has a job to do, people to help, and tech to work on, but yet she is still close to Miguel, she still holds onto Miguel, she still in a way loves him, even if as of now that love is platonic, and the same can be said for Miguel, he is trying to find Gabriel, he doesnât have time for trying to get with Xina,on top of that but they only see each other for what can be assumed to be less than 24/7âS, they arenât ready to try again, itâs too quick, and the story handles that well, it doesnât make them a couple, it makes them friends, who still may have feelings for each other.
In the end they end up leaving, Xina just had her best friend did, and Miguel still needs to find Gabriel, they never end up together, from there on Xina stops showing up, she doesnât appear in canon at all, she is gone from Miguelâs life, if we donât count time storm a non canon story; it has been nearly I believe 27 years since she was last since.
It is a bitter sweet ending to her story, and she doesnât get seen again, but itâs also a bittersweet ending to Miguelâs orginal love life for 2099, after that they force him into Peter Parkerâs love interests within stories, or he gets tempest from the past, not his time, which I still love, she just isnât from comics I read. For the year 2099, for the future Miguel has no life without Xina, he is stuck literally and metaphorically in the past.
I would love to Xina come back, she is considered Miguelâs MJ, the endgame, the person he loves more than anything, and really when you see the writing, when you see what was done, that is completely true, it was written that they were doomed lovers, but they could easily become good partners with time and effort, and if Miguel stops being self destructive
In the end they didnât work due to Miguelâs self harm, and due to the fact Xina wouldnât deal with what which is good for her. But if Miguel gets therapyâŠmaybe. They could work.
Over all good doomed lover plot, painful for everyone that wanted them together forever such as myself
But in a non canon comic when Miguel is mentally more stable, him and her are married, and ended up growing old together :)
#Xina Kwan#Miguel oâhara#spiderman 2099#world of tomorrow#world of tomorrow 2099#Xina Kwan 2099#spiderman 2099 1992#Retrofang#xinamiguel#xinamig#analysis#talk#rambling#doomed lovers#they could be not doomed if Miguel got therapy
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Hii India
You already said a few things about Harry taking a break.. now that the last show is over and Harry saying goodbye over Instagram, what do you think?
A lot of people have the opinion heâs going to be gone for quite a while now. Whatever it is Iâm glad heâs taking the break. For me itâs a confirmation that heâs still dealing with the mess that fame is in a healthy way and Iâm going to be here for when he decides to come back. Iâm going to miss him so much though.
And I would love to hear your take on things. Do you think this is a goodbye for a longer time period? Or is it more an goodbye for him, to be okay with the fact that things might never be the same as they were during this tour? That his fame is changing and he accepts that he doesnât have to control it?
Hi, love đ©”
Hmm. So, I canât believe Iâm actually going to say this, but practically speaking, for the first time, the set up of a new stunt is a hopeful sign. If theyâre finding a way to keep Harry in the press, however low the profile (đ€đŒ), itâs for a reason. My hunch is that he is tying up with Loewe in some way, and in that sense, I donât think it will be long âtil we see him again, physically (however infrequently).
But, I also think touring is tougher than he makes it seem, physically, mentally and emotionally. I think all the things he realized during COVID, about being a better son/brother/friend (and partner) is a driving force in this seemingly more urgent need to find balance. Itâs certainly a shift from the way he was working/talking during Fine Line, but I also think thatâs the point.
Heâs now in a very rare ânaturalâ break in his career as a musician. We havenât had any confirmation that heâs re-signed with Columbia (although I have no doubt that he has), so for all intents and purposes, heâs currently publicly free from professional obligation for the first time in a long time (at least in terms of his music) and that is going to feel very, very odd for someone whoâs been working essentially non-stop (whether in the spotlight or behind the scenes) for over a decade. I think that novelty and sense of impermanence is something heâs trying really hard to embrace; to meet with excitement rather than fear. So, for the most part, I stand by my original thoughts.
But, if I can add:
I think Harry is the kind of person that is very aware of the gravity of fate and sheer magic that has gone into his success. You can see it in the way he talks about there being âno reason he should be getting to do this instead of anyone elseâ and how âweâre all the sameâ and âthis doesnât happen to people like me very oftenâ. In this way, I think thereâs a constant groundedness about his person and an acceptance of the vulnerability of his career and his success â in other words, he knows that lighting really might not strike thrice, and I think heâs preparing himself for that. There was a moment on the last Late Late show, when he was comparing himself to Will Ferrell and he said something like âWill has longevity and Iâm more a flash in the panâ (untrue, but I digress) and what struck me about that line was how acutely aware he is that things can change for him at any moment. Itâs similar to his âwhatever people say about you, itâs not true. If people say youâre the best thing ever, itâs not trueâ quote on Howard Stern; like I think itâs one of the themes of his life, having to have a firm hold on reality so that the âinevitableâ crash is manageable.
He also seems to be trying to learn from the lives of other musicians/celebrities, and take those lessons to heart by applying them to his life and his work. in the end, I think what heâs trying to do is just accept that there are no guarantees; that he doesnât know and has no control over whatever happens to the world while heâs away or what heâs returning to. I think the reason it sounds so definitive and scary and existential is because it is all of those things, for him. This is a big change, and heâs giving it its space and weight for the first time, because it is the first time heâs been able to say a proper goodbye (1D hiatus was rushed, HS1 went directly into FL, FL ended abruptly during COVID⊠thereâs a pattern.)
Bottom line though, is that I know for certain Harry fucking loves music and touring. Itâs a compulsion, for him. Itâs in his DNA. And thatâs why Iâm not scared that heâll leave forever, because Iâve always hard the feeling his music nourishes him just as much (if not more) than it nourishes us. He does what he does for himself, and weâre a bonus, and as an artist, that is the best reason to do anything and the only reason to keep coming back to it, regardless of the uncertainty that awaits him.
Not to make this novel any longer than it is, but Iâve also had a recent thought that occurred to me: Harry is 29, which means heâs currently going through his Saturn return.
Iâve asked my therapist (who is also an astrologist) for a bit more literature on Saturn returns, cause Iâm super curious about how that might be affecting him. (For background, all my friends got married around the times of their Saturn return, and both my best friend and I picked up and moved halfway across the world during ours so at least for the people in my life, it seems like it is consistent with big change, and from the way Harry is talking, it seems it might be affecting him the same way.) Iâll get back to you. đđȘ
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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO its tony
man
would you be oh so kind as to make an
papa's x gn reader with fluff :)))))))))))
pretty please with gay men on top
Comfort time with the Papas
These are just little comfort headcanons that I came up with, this should be gn! reader because I don't mention any pronouns. I hope you like them Tony <3 All of these are romantic but if anyone wants a platonic or spicy version let me know. Please be gentle, this is my first Ghost fic. Enjoy!
Primo- With Primo, I imagine you two often peacefully coexist in his garden. Whether it be that he is teaching you how to garden and the differences in all of his plants, or you already know about gardening and he trusts you to help. These early mornings or evenings allow you both to just spend time together without having to fill the silence. You always make sure that he actually takes breaks and doesn't push himself too far. You guys only work for maybe an hour or so, nothing strenuous, and after you walk back to your shared rooms hand in hand. After you guys clean up, sharing sweet kisses or hugs depending on what you are comfortable with, he asks you if you want a drink. If you are a tea person, he makes you an absolutely lovely cup of tea ( from leaves that he grew himself, we love a girlboss). If you aren't a tea person he will make you anything that you want, even learn how to make your favorite drink. With your drinks, you cuddle either in bed with a good book or watch a movie that you both like. All in all, you both enjoy a sweet calm evening after your long often hectic days. He always is generous with his affection, whether that be kisses and cuddling or letting you talk and being there for you physically and emotionally. Primo just wants his darling to be happy and healthy and will do anything to make that happen( even if you have to convince him to get a TV or any new technology in his room). He is simply grateful and honored that he gets to share these sweet moments with you and to let his heart be full of love and affection. Primo is a sweetheart and I just wanna kiss his forehead <3
Secondo- With Secondo, I imagine that he is used to filling his free time with carnal acts of all kinds, which is perfectly fine but we are not focusing on that today. I think that like his older brother, Secondo would crave domestic normalcy and would never pass it up. I imagine you found out about his hobby after he realized that you were interested in more than one night with him. I can see you finding his paintings and asking him if it would be okay if you joined him, and of course, he would want you to join him. He may be more stoic in some aspects than his brothers, but this man has so much affection to give you. Regardless of your skill level, he is going to treasure any and every painting you make with him. I can imagine him either keeping them in your shared room or creating a little gallery that he keeps on his phone( yes he has one but you might have to help him with it sometimes). After you guys have decided to finish painting one evening, you guys clean up and he offers to make you a drink. If you aren't a big fan of alcohol, he has different mocktails, Italian sodas, or anything else you would like. You two would probably cuddle up on the couch or in bed, either enjoying each other's company with a good book, listening to music, or maybe even a movie. Secondo is happy to share the evening with you in any way that you want. He simply just loves to bask in the sweet affection that you two share and remind himself that he deserves this love <3
Terzo- I imagine that quality time with Terzo can be many things. Like his older brother, he enjoys carnal acts, but also just existing together. I imagine that you two would spend some of your free time baking together. Terzo may be clumsy at times but he enjoys baking, especially if he has a personal taste tester. He would love to have you help him or just simply watch him enjoy his process. He loves to fill the time by asking you about your day, what you are excited or upset about, and anything that you would like to talk about. During all of it, he just has a sweet love drunk smile on his face. When whatever he was making is finally ready for you both to eat, he makes sure to give you the first bite, and he wants you to be honest about the taste, texture, and overall experience. He is extremely interested in your thoughts and loves to hear you in general. He always makes sure to take note of your criticism or praise so that if he ever recreates or remakes anything it is the same quality or better. After you two have shared your little treat, he likes to make you a hot chocolate. I know he might not seem like the type, but I know in my heart that he enjoys hot cocoa. Makes it from scratch every time and uses the same recipe that Primo used when he and Secondo were little. Adds any toppings that you like to yours and insist that he made it with love. You both cuddle and enjoy your delicious hot cocoa with either him reading you a book, you reading him one, enjoying some music, or a movie that you enjoy. He adores these evenings where you both can be yourselves, with no expectations or chores to do. You both just get to be close and love each other and know that you are cherished by your beloved Papa <3
Copia-Â With Copia, I just have to mention his beloved rat babies. If you are in love with Copia I just imagine you spending the little downtime he allows himself to be with his sweet fur babies. You two are just sitting with them all, giving them the love, treats, and attention that each little cutie deserves. He loves this, he gets to not only decompress and relax with his Amore but he also gets to be with his beloved pets. The rats all have their personalities and love to run around you both, so happy that you are home. If you wear hoodies or =clothing with bigger pockets they love to crawl in and take little naps with their beloved parents because congratulations you are the co-parent to these little rats. After they have their food, cuddles, zoomies, and a few snacks they go back into their cage to rest and cuddle with each other. With your kids all in bed, you both get ready for bed yourselves. You either help Copia with his Papal paints if he hasn't already taken them off or maybe take a quick shower together or separately. Either way, when you both are ready to relax for the evening you grab some of Copia's beloved Juice boxes and relax in bed. Whether your evening ends with playing some video games, watching him play or you both playing, watching a movie, or just cuddling in bed before you sleep, Copia reminds you just how much he adores you. This is where he can let himself be Copia, not just Papa and he is so grateful that you see the real him. He loves to spend his evenings with his favorite person, all cuddled up and cozy in bed, knowing that he is loved and adored.<3
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On Defective Irkens
âIt is theorized that Tak may also be an Irken defect because-â
âSay guys do you think Skoodge is defective? He did a thing he wasnât told to do once do you suppose-â
âService Drone Bob's contempt for the Tallest is extremely abnormal, even for most defective IrkensâŠâ
âHints of the comms officer being a defective are seen when-â
Ohhh mauling the fan wiki writers grr biting biting thrashing and then turning around to the rest of you before Iâm done, you bet, for I have sat and listened for over 12 years of leaps and speculations of this sort and now Iâm now one of the ones who gets to have what the cool kids these days call a hot take on the matter.
By the end of this IâM going to bring up and expose who I actually think may be the only other defective Irken(s) in the show besides Zim, whom Iâm aghast I havenât seen anyone suggest before.
But before anything else, I want to front one preassumption center and loud.
It took me a long time to guess at why very few people can ever seem to get on the same page of what it actually means to call an Irken defective. Implicitly, the bulk of what we are given is that something can be wrong with a member of this species, and Zim is our prime and singular clear example of that. So thereâs a ton of trying to find patterns between Zimâs behavior and that of other Irken characters. Weirdly (to me), a lot of people have, in their efforts, chalked the status up to a sense of rebelliousness or insubordination- a defectiveness in the manner of D&D illithids, stomping out disloyal break-aways from the collective hive mind with punitive wrath. Donât get me wrong, itâs a cool concept, and itâs definitely closer to my opinion at least than the comparisons to real life mental disorders or disabilities. Not knocking the comfort or the enthusiasm, obviously.
From my view of the canon, I hope itâs at least apparent to other fans that âdefectiveâ isnât some empirical measurement or status to Irkens. Look at the way they determine the defects from normal society. IRL, if I have a faulty device on my hands, thereâs some way out there to tell me in a clear cut fashion if thereâs a problem and what exactly it is. If itâs code, it can be scanned and debugged. If itâs mechanical, something can be seen, fixed physically. Most organic health problems are only different in the complexity of the matter, but the entire purpose of medical research is to come close as we can to bridging that gap. In Irkâs people, that line is rapidly becoming one long smear of wet chalk. Iâm going on like this because if defective paks were akin to hardware actually being damaged, as Purple had put it, it doesnât make as much sense that they are neither âfixedâ nor given real, concrete diagnostics. The only way we know of that the aliens are tested in a since on this merit is by existence evaluations. And existence evaluations are anything but empirical, impartial events. Theyâre worlds more political and cultural than clinical.
Digest the terms we keep seeing all around the concept: Innocent, justice, trial/evaluation, Judgementia, these are terms of judicial courts and moral weight and sentencing. In effective practice,
Irk labels defects by what one does, not by what one is.
Yet, defection is presented as if thatâs not the case, and there are reasons for that. Reasons that reinforce the current power structures and promote what its leadership has decided is healthy for the broader society. When Zim was merely re-encoded from invader status to food service work, it was a more secluded evaluation, presumably done on Irk. His only seen witnesses then were the Tallests and the single control brain dishing the judgement. His existence evaluation, on the other hand, rings more similarly to the IRL historical practice of literal âshow trialsâ. Show trials were something that existed way less for the actual crimes of the accused and so much more for their audience, which, show trials are always for an audience. Three main points about them off the Wikipedia cuff:
âą Typically, the defendant of such has already been determined to be guilty (oftentimes of completely fabricated transgressions), and the trial serves mostly to make a massive public spectacle and warning of the accused.
âą They tend to focus on retributive punishment over correction. The disproportional brutality and lack of mercy is often the point.
âą Their goals are propagandistic in nature, and thereâs many notable examples to be found in the history of Nazi Germany, the USSR, and in witch trials across the world (because it was never just Salem).
A formality? Well, that much they couldnât have more brazenly admitted to. Retribution? Thereâs hardly a more absolute punitive sentence I could craft up over obliteration PLUS Damnatio Memoariae. And as for the degree of spectacle, I will let you make your own observation here.
Believe it or not, the part where my comparisons along this line end with Existence Evaluations is that their standard for taking place isnât actually this cartoonishly oppressive one that some fans try to make it out to be. In âThe Trialâ, Zim was not having his data read for some binary is/is not determination⊠he was having his experiences and actions interpreted by how much damage he has done against the Armada. He said it himself, that hotseat is reserved for criminals. Likely outright traitors and maniacs. Those who have given cause to alert the brains to a genuine existential threat to their civilization and who have repeatedly failed every opportunity given to redeem themselves.
Defective doesnât just mean âdifferentâ to Irk. Weâve hardly seen an exploration of what the median Irken example even is, because the more we see of any one of these characters, the more they show us their eccentric uniqueness and will. Yes, Irkens are authoritarian; yes theyâre over-militarized; yes, theyâre a supremacist breed aligned under one ruling military⊠but listen, they are not literally The Borg, or illithids.
The biggest victims of this government itself are those races it colonizes. Average civilians on the other hand, they get to largely enjoy all the vices and pains and indulgences of hyper-space-capitalism. The height-ocracy may limit their opportunities, but even the lowest drones among them are supposedly hired into their positions in return for wages. Irkens are pretty selfish, but in a rugged individualism sense. Itâs a dystopia of atomization instead of collectivization. If everyone had agreed that âdefectiveâ had anything to do with arrogance, free will, or an ability to feel oneâs sense of self worth, no one would ever be pointing to SkoodgeïżŒ as a possible example. That guyâs the poster boy for what it means to be a âtoolâ in the derogatory sense. Iâm not forgetting that he technically never even left his job. He was fired and more or less forced into hiding, and heâs still not even that perturbed over the whole thing.
Moreover, it also takes some extreme acts of harm to justify such a trial. Real harm- not rebellious attitude or even disrespect to authority. The control brains and the tallests alone get to define that threshold, and neither Takâs/Zimâs insubordination nor Bobâs audacity concerned them enough for a ticket to Judgementia. In fact, they really donât seem that bothered at all by deserters and those that abandon their encoded function. Tak is likely to be merely the responsibility of her janitorial squadron, the same way that enforcing Zimâs banishment was the responsibility of his Frylord. Because Irk actually does have standards of justice and layers of bureaucracy to work within when it comes to dealing with true malice. Small fry problems are for the lower rungs of the ladder to handle, until they become a higher priority by necessity. Incompetency alone isnât a crime, either. The go-to punishment for failure in one function is demotion to a lower position. These are the only Irkens formally not allowed to change jobs, making what they do a kind of communal service or forced labor sentencing. Remember how Takâs motivation for leaving Dirt wasnât solely dissatisfaction with the grunt labor? Remember how she kept justifying her actions by the logic of fairness and setting things right? Not to mention how she fully made the Tallest aware of what she was up to and how her plan was well crafted enough to probably work out exactly like she wanted. Tak is utterly as loyal to the empire and competent as any invader. She was genuinely just dealt a shitty hand, and her response to it is at least understandable.
She even went to great lengths to identify and specifically target Zim and to use a planet that otherwise had less than no value to the armadaâs operations. She is a great foil to Zim, but I canât see how sheâs any bit defective, only full of rage that she was screwed over by the actions of a real disgrace to their species. Genuinely destructive cases like Zim are an incredible rarity. Such a rarity that I can only guess it took this long for him to go to Judgementia because his degree of dysfunction outright baffles the system. It also would appear that itâs an event of such significance that it can only be set into motion by the command of the ruling Tallest. By murdering a couple of them, and then being a clown show for a couple more, he inadvertently bought himself some time.
And the crazy thing to remember here is that Zim doesnât even understand that his actions are an existential threat to the Empire- that he IS a whole supervillain to his planet. This is how effective Irken programming and the education plugs are. Theyâre supposed to do 99% of the work of setting up the population, even the lowest drones, for not turning out like traitors to their kin in the first place. ALL of them grew up on a steady diet of the same drip-fed propaganda and essentialist ideology as their most militant soldiers. So I can see the logic behind the conclusion that the only explanation for criminals in their society must be outright brain damage or corrupted data⊠and Iâm not gonna lie I do openly headcanon that the latter case is exactly what happened to bad egg Zim.
The limits of only having the one example in him notwithstanding, Iâm anything but against theorizing about who else could be âworthyâ in the Irken sense to also stand before those brains, playing sweaty advocate for the worth of their continued existence and all. I just donât see it in Bob, or the Comms officer, or any other invader. Tak, there may be some hypothetical ramp to that end, in her future, but as things are right now, I only see a candidate that has become comfortable right in the control brainsâ biggest blind spot of all. See, eggs donât always have to crack in order to go bad. Sometimes, maybe they just spoil. Sometimes, I believe just the right conditions and time can turn them downright rotten.
Dramatic musical flourish, please.
I forget whoever said the quote âPower doesnât corrupt, It just exposes who people really areâ, but Iâm a huge fan of the fact that they did. In my opinion, itâs less about power itself and more about a complete lack of accountability that allows the weakest and most toxic seeds to really fester in a seat of authority. Indeed, we all know that there is something pathetic, and vapid, and cruel floating around The Massiveâs bridge. I am saying Iâd call Red ïżŒdefective, but I couldnât be certain enough with myself to say that Purpleâs largely the one carrying a lot of fault. His greatest sin is his negligence and enabling his companion. whoever we can say shoulders more of the blame, they have been running this horror show as a joint unit, so they will both bear the guilt. Without a doubt, these two are terrible- popular maybe, but terrible leaders. Like, more responsible for the near ruin of their home world and species than I can even pin on Zim at this point. By almost every measure once you hold them up to Miyukiâs and Sporkâs barely few moments of would-be screen time, theyâre the worst Tallests for the Empire weâve ever known. Itâs too bad that they have no one over them we know of to flag them for an existence evaluation, because I am assured that ïżŒthe real orchestrators of the Armada would be disgusted to look over their track records since they took power.
I mean, what can I remember just off the top of my head?
- Full awareness of Zimâs blackout-causing history before the beginning of Operation Impending Doom I and not keeping a close eye on him, removing him from his position, or keeping him away from the homeworldâs WoMDs
- Overseeing the shipment of faulty equipment to Invader Tenn (even if the packages had not been switched, the Megadoomer still had a potentially fatal flaw), and then presumably NOT giving her urgent guidance/assistance to avoid being captured by native hostiles
- Showing an egregious amount of immaturity and frivolity when making logistical decisions, such as the flight path of the Armada or how conquered planets are utilized
- Repeated abuses of their standing, trying to extra-judicially get rid of subjects over the pettiest reasons (if they had the formal authority to just vaporize Skoodge, Bob, OR Zim on the spot, they wouldnât need to come up with convoluted and indirect methods that they only hope kill said targets)
- Upon Zim returning to them from his banishment: not sending him back to Foodcourtia and not refusing to humor his wishes to larp as an invader
- Oh yeah, also granting Zim at least some invader tech and allowing him to leave Conventia in what I assume is a ship he could have only stolen
- Still not dealing with Zim with extreme prejudice in a timely fashion after the events of Backseat Drivers from Beyond the stars, or investigating enough to find out and deal with prisoner 777
- HAVING WAITED THROUGH ALL OF THE ABOVE BEFORE SENDING FOR ZIMâS EXISTENCE EVALUATION
- Spending the bulk of their reign so far dicking around in space and gorging themselves. Seriously, Red showed us one act of proactive competence⊠and it was in order to fix a mess that they allowed Zim to get them into. Not to mention, the Resisty got away from that scrap after thoroughly humiliating their flagship.
Red, and by extension, Purple, are the almighty, Tallest threats to the entire Irken project of galactic conquest, as much as Zim would have loved all the credit in the universe. By what theyâve done, and who they are. He might be damaged, but them? Thereâs some defective moral character if Iâve ever seen.
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