#like maybe... stewing in my own feelings is Bad ..... huh ...

[pawbeanies]

local dog realizing that. perhaps. doing the task youve been putting off for months is much easier than it aeems and the net gains from doing a task that takes 30 minutes is so much better than sitting and stewing in bed and hating the fact u cant bring urself to move (i will not retain this info)

[lesbiansanemi]

I’ve been trying not to think about it and get my hopes too high up but I realized that it’s been over a week since I’ve like, felt that “the world is caving in on itself” hurt, anxiety, and sadness. Tbh I’ve felt more…. Stable? Steady? Don’t feel like I’m wildly swinging between extreme moods every couple hours to couple minutes and I’ve been like huh that’s cool but also waiting for the other shoe to drop and for it to come back but then I realized this started a bit after all my med dosages got doubled and now I’m like. Holy god….. are they working???? Do meds actually fucking work???????

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Gift From the Heart

Warnings: noncon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: As you adjust to life on your own, the retired Sheriff makes sure that you're kept comfortable.

Character: silverfox! Lee Bodecker

Day Thirty of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - a homemade gift.

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You pull the cardigan around your middle and cross your arms. The wool hangs loosely with your linen dress, tenting around your figure as you pad to the front door. Your hand hovers for a moment before you grip the door knob. You hope it’s not Mrs. Griswold again. She’s friendly enough but nosy. 

You open the door and put on a smile. It turns genuine as you see your visitor. You shiver as the wind gusts around his figure and tickles your stockinged legs. 

“Sheriff,” you greet, “how are ya?” 

“Checkin’ in. Again,” he drawls as he takes his hat off and tries to tidy his hair with his pudgy fingers.  

The gray strands are coarse but thick, a bit longer than he can manage. His beard too. You suppose retirement has done away with his need to stay close shaven. 

“Oh, Mr. Bodecker, you are too kind. Ya know, I’m doin’ just fine. Makin a stew of the bone from that ham you dropped off last week,” you say. 

“Sounds delicious. Now, ain’t no type of thing as too kind.” He grins and tucks his hands into his leather jacket. He’s not the sheriff anymore but he still wears that sort of authority. “’specially this time of year.” 

“Course,” you agree thought your smile twitches. You should be happy but when the carolers come by, you only feel like sobbing. 

“Maybe not the best this year,” he comments. “Ya know, Buford, he was a good man. Rookie when I left the force but high hopes for that one. S’too bad what happened down in that ravine. Worse how’s all yer neighbours can do is whisper ‘bout it.” 

“I don’t hold it against them. They got their own lives, sheriff.” 

“And ya got me, huh?” He kids with a chortle. “Ya know, I hate to bother since you got the stew and all but I did come to give ya something. Be a lonely year ‘round the tree for ya so I thought I’d get ya a special gift.” 

“A special gift? For me, sir?” You touch your chest, keeping your other arm over your stomach. His eyes flick down but you’re sure he can’t tell through the layers. Right? You’re waiting until the new year to deal with all that. 

“Mhmm, yeah,” he once more tries to smooth his hair. “Ya know, I can’t really give it to ya here. But if you’re too busy--” 

“I can leave the stove off for a time,” you say. “Who am I to say no to a gift? Sheriff, really, you didn’t have to do all that. You’ve done enough.” 

“Someone’s gotta. Used to be, people took care of each other. An officer dies and his widow’s left to her own,” he tuts and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t be happenin’ if I was still wearing the star.” 

“You’re too sweet,” you sway. 

“Go’on, get a coat,” he says and puts his hat back on. “Don’t wanna be freezing out in this.” 

“Sir,” you nod. 

You leave him on your stoop and go to turn off the stove. You cover the pot of broth then hurry back. He went to all this trouble and you wouldn’t want to keep him out in the cold. You pull on your coat with the patch sewn in the chest and tuck your feet into your lace up boots. They aren’t very warm on their own but they’re what you got. 

You emerge, the sheriff catching the screen door and holding it until you shut the inner door. He lets it snap behind you and offers his arm. He’s so gallant in an old-fashioned sort of way. 

“Don’t want ya to slip, miss,” he says. 

You accept his offer of balance and descend the narrow steps to ground level. He takes you up the walk and opens the passenger door for you. He kept his cruiser but had the emblems removed, painted it a nice forest green. You sit on the front seat and keep your knees together as you chatter through your teeth. 

He closes the door and you watch him lumber around the hood. His breath fogs before him as he puts his face down against the bitter gusts. He climbs in next to you and takes off his hat, laying it on the dash. He turns the engine and cranks the gears with the shifter behind the wheel. 

“Ya cold?” He waves you closer, “c’mere, takes a while for this thing to warm up.” 

“Oh, sir, I’m alright,” you assure him. 

“Mmf,” he grumbles and cranes to check the road before he pulls out. “I don’t like ladies goin’ cold on my watch.” 

“Sheriff,” you preen. 

“And ya know I ain’t got the star no more, you just call me Lee,” he insists.  

“Yes, sir, uh, Lee,” you agree, clasping your hands in your lap. 

He drives, offering some chatter about the barn cat haunting his porch window or some episode down at the hardware store. The sheriff, Lee, has always been good at talking. At making people feel comfortable. It’s probably why he was so good at his job. 

“I wanted to show ya this,” he nods over the wheel. 

You come up to the river, the surface crystalline as it’s frozen over entirely. The icy sparkles in the dulled sunlight hidden behind the blanket of clouds. You lean forward to see it all, the edges framed with a dusting of the snow that pillows over the ground. 

“Oh, wow, that is pretty,” you say. 

“What can I say? I got an eye for pretty things,” he chortles and shifts in his seat. 

You stare out, marveling at the pristine and peaceful landscape. You didn’t know there were scenes like this in Knockemstiff. To be fair, you hadn’t paid much attention where he was driving. You peer back through the rear window and see dark sentinels speckled around the winding road. 

“So, ya ready?” he asks. 

“Sir,” you flinch and look at him. 

“For your gift, honey,” he feels around his jacket, tucking his hand inside as he pokes his fingers into the pocket there. “Ya know, don’t got no criminals to chase so I got some new hobbies.” He plucks out something he quickly hides in his fist. “Keep myself busy.” He keeps his hand balled. “So I made ya a little present for the holidays.” 

“Oh, sheriff—Lee, I don’t got nothing for you though.” 

“Think ya do. More than ya know,” he opens his hand and shows you the silver ring. You blink as you examine it, confused. The emerald on it is square and pretty big. “Took me some time but I wanted to have it done before Christmas.” 

“That’s... not for me,” you utter. 

“Sure is,” he holds his hand out as you shake your head. 

“I can’t accept that,” you lower your chin and pout. “It’s too much.” 

You touch the ring on your finger, the one Buford gave you. You were going to be married when he got his promotion. That was coming soon, he said. Then he went off and got himself shot. 

“Here,” he grabs your hand, untangling it from your other, “you know, I made it special for ya. It’d be rude not to.” 

You try to tug away but he’s too strong. You gasp as he wiggles off the ring already there and replaces it with his own, shoving it down until it bites into your knuckle. You hiss and wince. 

“Sheriff, that’s my ring,” you squeak. “Buford--” 

“I know what it is,” he lets you go and cranks down the window. You cry out as he tosses ring into the snow. “It’s a bad reminder.” 

“No--” you try to lunge over him and he catches you, forcing you back to the seat. 

“Now, honey, you haven’t been ungrateful, so don’t start now,” he holds your shoulder, squeezing it tight. 

“But--” 

“Can he help ya now? Hm? Now ya got that bun in ya? Now that yer alone and about to be all big?” Lee grits. You recoil but can’t escape his grasp. 

“You know?” 

“Well, course I know. Makes sense. And the way you been walkin’ round. I can tell,” he tuts. “You’re just lucky I'm the only one payin’ attention.” 

“Sheriff,” you murmur. 

“Now, I don’t want none of that from ya no more, I told ya.” He trails down your arm and grabs your hand. He pinches the ring between his thick fingers. “You call me Lee. Or Hubby. I like that. ‘Hubby���.” 

You blink at him and shiver, this time, it isn’t from the cold. 

“Go’on, say it for me, honey. Just imagine what other would call ya when they find out.” 

You frown and flutter your lashes. Your nose tingles and your chest knots with futility. He's right, but you’re not ready for this. You were waiting, until after the holidays. Why couldn’t he wait too? 

Your eyes gloss over and you sniffle. He tightens his grip on your hand until you whimper. You look at Lee and suck back your grief. It shouldn’t be him. It shouldn’t be the way it is. 

“Yes,” you croak through your coarse throat, “yes, hubby.” 

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?

Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3

I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.

Mercs with somebody who gives them food

Scout:

- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)

- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like “This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.

- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.

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Soldier:

- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.

- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.

- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.

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Demoman:

- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.

- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”

- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.

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Engineer:

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!

- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.

- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.

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Heavy:

- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.

- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.

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Pyro:

- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)

- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.

- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.

- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.

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Sniper:

- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.

- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.

- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.

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Medic:

- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.

- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.

- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.

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Spy:

- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.

- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?

- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.

[lakesbian]

and re last post as for how i would fix that issue if i were in charge of twig:

one: sy should not fucking run away. give him one chapter to stalk miserably around the town stewing in his thoughts before undergoing the character growth of admitting that he genuinely cannot do 62 hours away from jessie without ending up dead in a ditch somewhere & doesn't want to run away from conflict resolution with the person who's been his partner in crime and sole mutual support over the last few months.

two: during the conversation he and jessie were Supposed to have after he got back from his walk, force sy to undergo some goddamned fucking character growth over actually processing and internalizing the fallout of both the realization that he's not on equal ground with or fair to lillian no matter how much she likes him

three: also force sy to undergo some goddamned fucking character growth over grasping and sincerely, in his own sy way, regretting/wanting to amend doing some evil shit to jessie with the mental walls

four: this one is critical. i recognize that it's hard to fit this in following the heels of lillian but. i think you amend the issue of it being unpleasant to watch jessie having to bend over backwards for a mere Chance at sy theoretically liking her someday by having sy actually acknowledge that she's right and they Would be a good pair together. like have sy set aside the anger where he's getting bitter and sardonically going "what you want me to go make myself gay" out of clear revulsion for the idea of changing himself to be compatible with jessie--if jessie is going to change for him, then it's not fair that sy gets to be repulsed about the idea of changing for her.

i like jamie and jessie both being naturally gender apathetic and jessie deciding to transition to distinguish herself from jamie, and i could like her doing it to be more romantically compatible with sy, but i think in order for me to like that second part it would have to go the route of like. first of all sy takes culpability for his very very large part in the fight. second of all sy is like. "huh you know what. i would actually hypothetically make a good pair with you as a person i've been happily spending some of the best months of my life alone with. and maybe it would be nice to try feeling things out one day, even if it not immediately because of lillian, but i doubt something like getting a back alley doctor to rummage around in my brain is a good idea, no? this is sad i feel like we're missing out on something that couldve been good just by bad luck of i wasnt born as someone whos into boys or youre not someone who was born a girl" and jessie is like "no yeah i dont want someone to rummage around in your already wyvern-saturated brain i think it would not work and also you might die. however, re the girl part, i have some feelings ive been musing on,"

like. not necessarily over the course of even one immediate conversation, obviously not in those precise words. but if sy just One time got off his cishet ass to be decent to jessie and intentionally choose her or want to prioritize her feelings. Well then I would approve of their transhet biopunk brokeback mountain once more.

also. remove the part where jessie is like Ohhh unless it makes You uncomfortable for me to transition. let her keep being a hardass, let her want to do it either way, she can be noticeably nervous about sy's reaction without actually capitulating. she has that in her.

[ashascoven]

☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 3! ✯ ☾

✯ welcome back everyone, to part three!!! (here is part one, and part two!)

✯ sorry for this taking so long, my mind has been brainrotting with valorant and roblox i cant lie...

✯ i was also a bit stuck on how i wanted to go about this... but every like has just been more motivation to keep trying to continue this, so thank you <3

✯ hope there's people out there enjoying this, happy reading!!!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

You gritted you teeth at the rock muncher that just busted through the front door, their hand happily waving in the air at you.

You shook your head and took a visible breath, cracking your knuckles.

“please, excuse me niran.”

“mhm! take all of the time you nee-”

“AAAOOOOWWWWW!!!! IM SORRYY!!! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU'D MISS ME??!??? (>д<)”

“WHY DID YOU STEAL MY JARS THIS MORNING??!? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO WITH THEM??!? HUH????”

“I ONLY USED ONE FOR YOUR FOOD EARLIER I SWEA- AAHHHHHH MI AMOR PLEASE!!!!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ”

“mercy? haha, i’m sure angela would react the same if it were her and her morning tea being stolen~ (＾◡＾)” Niran chuckled, taking a sip of his.

He watched as you had Sloan on the floor in a chokehold, their bag and drill frantically thrown to the side of the doorway.

Their hands were desperately trying to pull yours off of their neck, but you didn't budge. 

You looked down at them with murder in your eyes, fully prepared to make them beg for their life.

“tell me where the rest of my jars are.”

“y/n.. please, have mercy-..” 

They were starting to turn red, eyes squinting in extreme discomfort as they practically wiggled under your freakishly strong grasp on them.

Were they into this or not? They couldn't tell, but they definitely weren't being let off easily.

“you tell me what you took my waters for, where they are, and what made you not consider just ASKING me.. and MAYBE i wont boil you into a cauldron stew."

“mi a-amor-”

“WHERE ARE THEY, SLOAN.”

“i c-can explain if yo-”

“I WON'T HESITATE TO TURN YOU INTO BONE MEAL FOR THE PLANTS!!!! SPIT IT OUT!!”

“w-wait that'd actually be-”

“be WHAT?”

You suddenly loosened your grip on their neck, moving your hands up to holding their face and staring at them with a frown.

“..aweeesoomme◝(⁰▿⁰)◜???”

“...”

“listen, i know it prooobaablyy looked bad, b-but i promise i didn't mean any..”

You slowly leaned down towards their ear and pushed aside their headset, making them trail off from their words. 

“no, you listen to me.”

You spoke in a low tone, earning a nervous gulp in response. 

The excavator’s entire body shivered at the way your voice rang through their skull, cooing to them like a gentle warning that they were dead meat the split second Niran left.

“i was in the middle of doing a tarot reading for niran before you came home, and i need to go finish that up for him.”

“when im done, you better have prayed to every god you know.. because when i get to you, sloan cameron..”

You leaned closer, lowering into a whisper.

“you're gonna be begging for forgiveness.”

With that, you got up and made your way back to the kitchen, dusting the dirt from Sloan's clothes off of your own.

They, on the other hand, stayed on the floor for a minute with wide eyes, breath hitched in their throat, trying to process how they wanted to feel about what you just did.

Yeah, they did essentially steal from you with no explanation, and you seemed reasonably mad at them for it, but why was their face burning?

“niran, i am so sorry about that.. interruption.” You rubbed your forehead, taking a seat across from him again.

“no worries! you can always take the time you need, i’m never in a hurry anyway.”

“thank you.. gosh, you're always so kind and patient with everything, i dunno how you do it.”

It was your turn to lean on the table with your face in hand, glancing over at the phased out sloan still sitting by the door.

“hah, if i’m being honest, i’m not sure either.”

He shrugged his shoulders, reaching down to pet the raccoon and possum that were now rubbing against his leg.

“i just approach everything with a- uh.. pardon me, but are they supposed to be doing.. that?”

Niran tilted his head, pointing at Sloan. They seemed to be standing near an altar of yours, one of your salt lamps about to.. enter their mouth.

“hu- SLOAN, YOU PUT MY LAMP DOWN RIGHT NOW! |･д･)ﾉ”

They quickly set it down in embarrassment like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to. How they got up so quickly and found the covered lamp on one of your altars was unknown to you.

“sorry..! forgot again- and heey niran! sorry for not saying it earlier.. (⇀‸↼‶)”

They rubbed the back of their neck in shame, looking at the floor.

Whenever they felt bad about something, their go-to was munching at.. questionable things. A lot of times, they won't even realize they're doing it, and that's how lots of your things go missing.

“hello!- (٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..ahem! anywho.”

“mhm?”

“niran, do you feel like my reading resonated with you?”

“hmm.” He took the last sip of his tea before setting it down.

“i do feel as if.. it resonates, but not for me.”

“oh?” You raised a brow.

“rather.. y/n, don't you think it all sounded very familiar?”

“eh? really? how.. so?”

He gestured towards your lover, who was nervously fidgeting at the door, seemingly waiting for you. 

It looked like it took every bone in their body to not pick your lamp back up again and start biting.

“wh.. what do you mean? i don't think my partners.. stupid, they're very smart for the work they do…?” 

You hadn’t picked up on it somehow, your mind defaulting to showing off your lover to others.. even though you had just.. threatened said lover.

“no, my friend, what was your answer to my question earlier?”

“about how i was doing?.. uhh..?? i don- oh… oh.”

You turned in your seat and looked back at Sloan, who had caved and started biting at the lamp.

You could see them stop to ‘shush’ the bugs in their respective jars on your altar, not wanting them to tattle for what they were witnessing.

If anything, thank goddesses it was the lamp being eaten and not.. the bugs themselves.

“damn, i must've really made em’ scared huh.”

You both kept watching, but they didn't notice their audience yet, too nervously deep into their comforting eating session.

“it's normal, but i'm not sure about the salt-eating thing though..”

“yeah.. i’ve got to sign them up for that strange addiction tv show sometime.”

“agreed. ( ❛ᴗ❛ )”

“but anyway, ya know.. you're entirely right, it makes a lot of sense.” You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh.

“well, don't forget to give yourself most of the credit, y/n.. you were the one who read the cards after all! i’m impressed!”

“ahh, thank you, but? doesn't that mean i basically.. did that reading on myself? what about you?”

“don't worry about me, I'm quite content with what we've learned today~”

“hmmmmm… you.. sure?” 

“mhm! if you truly are worried about the results of this reading, then can i ask you to do some other things for me instead?”

“oh? of course! what is it?”

“for starters, i think you should.. remember to be more patient with yourself.. and them.” He nudged his head towards Sloan’s direction.

“i fully believe that you two thrive together as a couple, so conflicts, like mentioned in your reading, shouldn't push you two apart.”

“i.. see.” You turned around to look at them again, your eyes squinting at the way your lamp was now half-way gone and probably in their stomach.

“yup! there truly is no rush to every little thing in life.. it's best enjoyed when you bask into each ray of light for how bright they really are, not for how bask-worthy you were expecting, right?”

“pshh, it's like i’m the one being soul read now,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “but gosh, you're so right.”

“hmph, do i really just.. expect too much of them? like in your honest opinion, am i too.. harsh..?”

“from what i’ve seen, no. your current frustration is valid, given how this has never happened before. it seems right to be confused.. to want answers.. but, would you say you trust them?”

“huh? oh of course i do, why wouldn't i?”

“i think you should keep at that. have they ever wronged you?”

“outside of.. being the reason i could never keep ingredients for spells in the house.. no?”

“then, you should help their flowers flourish, even if you're not sure what seeds they've planted yet.”

“ah.. i definitely get what you're saying.”

“yes?”

“to be more patient and open-minded of them right now, and get back at them with a really well-thought out ritual later! maybe ill even get my witchy ancestors onto them? (っ˘ω˘ς )” You grinned, jokingly plotting your partner’s karma.

“..sure. (¯▿¯)”

“thank you a lot niran.. if you weren't here, i probably would've strangled them to death already.”

“HEY! THAT WOULDN'T BE A NICE WAY TO DIE THOUGH! ( `ε´ )”

“SHUT IT, LAMP EATER! ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)”

“ahem, seriously, thank you a ton. your words will definitely be kept in mind when i.. deal with that knucklehead.”

Cartoon-like sparkles and hearts practically radiated off of you as you innocently thanked Niran.

You smiled happily, knowing good and well what you were planning for your lover when he left.

“of course, y/n! anytime you need something, i’m a phone call away! i trust that you'll take care of your partner just fine~ (ง ื▿ ื)ว”

Getting up and clasping his hands together, he took his cup to the sink. He tried to wash it, but you shoo’ed him away with a ‘nono, i got it, you're good!’

“thank you.. with that being said.. i’m afraid it's actually time for me to go. i have my own flower awaiting me at home, but it was a lovely morning spent with you! (⌒ω⌒)”

He made his way to the door, patting Sloan’s head before putting his sandals back on.

“likewise! thank you for this, really.” 

You followed him, casually whacking your partner in the head and earning a ‘hey! >:(‘ out of them.

“of course! send me those love spell recipes for my bap when you get a chance, yah? (¬‿¬ )”

“only if you tell me how they work out for you two! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”

You waved as he headed out with his umbrella, shooting you a thumbs-up before leaving.

“w-whew! it's a niiiccee raiinyy day, isn't it??!? i h-hope you two had a nice morni-”

“sloan.”

“i- u-uh-.. hiiii..yaaa? :,D”

“sloan cameron.”

“..im so fucked.”

“soo,” you had to remind yourself to be easy on Sloan with a heavy sigh, “..did youu.. take my jars of moon water to work?”

“y-yeah-”

“and.. did you bring them back?”

“s..sorta?-”

“SORTA?”

“i m-mean, i did! i brought them back but-”

“..but what?”

You caught yourself and sighed.

“sorry.. it's just? i’ve been stressed out almost all morning about this.. i’ve been curing those for like, three years now, every full moon, non-stop.”

You paced around in front of them, twiddling your hands in your own frantics of their responses.

“you-.. three years??!?”

“yes??? i've told you this over and over.. why do you think i’m so worked up over this?” You stood in front of them with crossed arms, eyeing them over.

“oh my god- i-?!?” They wrapped their arms around you.

“i'm s-so sorry for using some of it for your food this morning mi amor..! believe me, i w-wouldn't have even touched them if i had remembered! ugh, stupid sloan.. stupid me! the one time i try to change things up and it jus-”

They pulled away to cover their face in guilt, on the verge of crying and pleading to make it up to you, but you stopped them in their thoughts, it being your turn to hug them.

“it's okay, baby. just.. don't sweat it, it's the thought that counts.” You ignored your eye twitching, your arms around them unconsciously getting a bit tighter.

They felt themselves melt into the tight hold of your arms, their nerves starting to wash away in relief that you weren't angry at them. 

Their emotions almost hit them all at once like a bulldozer.

“i shouldn't have touched your things in the first place… i-i just thought you'd trust me and I could do something to make you happ-"

“sloan, it's okay, ya know? whatever it is you did with those jars, just…” you suppressed your eye twitches, trying so hard to not think about the dedication you put into some water, “i-its no biggie, you're good, i still love you.”

“man, i love you too.. i reeaallyy don't deserve you, mi vida..” They let themselves lean even more into your hold, the both of you hugging each other for a quiet minute.

The tension slowly going away between you two was nice, and you once again wished you could hold Sloan like this forever.

“oh! right!!! i still should uh-! s-show you what i used them for, since they're not actually gone or anything!” They suddenly pulled away, shuffling in their giant pockets.

“i dunno if i did it right.. or if it's silly? b-but i figured uh.. try my hands at charging some freshly mined crystals for you this time! (つ≧▽≦)つ” 

They guided you to the kitchen, pulling out the jars from their pockets and placing them on the dining table.

“o-oh?!? woah! they're..??!? still covered and everything, hello!??” You covered your mouth in surprise, not actually expecting to see the jars again.

“y-yeah! i didn't even know you kept them for so long but i.. i knew it was important that the sunlight didn't touch them, so i thought it'd be.. nice if i gave you these beauties with all of the energy from the water poured into them already! that's.. how that works right..?”

“awwwhh, slooann..!!” You gushed, the smile on your face already hurting your cheeks.

“l-listen! it's probably better when you do it, since you have those magical witchy hands n’ stuff.. but i wanted to show you how cool i think you are by taking after what you do!! if it's.. weird or anything though, then uh.. ill jus- mph!”

You cut them off with your lips against theirs, holding their face and letting the wave of relieved honor take over your body.

The fluttering in your chest was from realizing how much thought they were putting into these little gifts for you, and it helped wipe away any lingering frustrations you previously had with them.

You tried not to dwell on your own rightful confused anger with feeling bad, clinging to the advice Niran gave you.

It was better to just focus on what things really were right now, and this? This wasn't a case purely of stealing or foolishness, it was just Sloan trying to do something meaningful for you.

It was already sweet that they brought back raw crystals for you from work all the time simply because they knew you liked them, not to mention how expensive and hard they are to acquire normally.. 

But, to actually try and charge and cleanse them for you too? 

Trying to replicate what they've watched you do with gemstones and water before?

They might as well have proposed on the spot.

You pulled away, wrapping your arms around their neck and kissing all over their face.

“i take back everything i said, muah, i’m sorry for being mad at you, muah, i love you so much, mwuah muah, thank you, mwuah~ (づ￣ ³￣)づ”

“so worth it~.. ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃” was all they managed to get out, their eyes practically swirling at all of your kisses.

With one last ‘mwuah!’, you ruffled their hair and went to checking the jars that made it back home.

“oh my goshh, you found citrine??”

“ooh, there's some amethyst here too!”

“wahh, selenite?!!? gosh, you're spoiling me, sloan! ~(˘▽˘)~”

You excitedly inspected the glasses, raising them above your head to look inside of the dark jars without removing their coverings.

Sloan stood there proudly, their hands on their hips and a cheesy grin on their face. They were so relieved that you weren't mad at them.

“i’m glad you like them!! :D, there's some more in my bag for you, ya know, the usual~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧”

“aawwhh, thank you baby! i’m so so so sorry i was even mad at you at all (*_ _)人” 

You buried your face into their chest, wrapping your arms around them again.

“nono, IM sorry i made you worry like that,” they kissed your forehead, “i really should've just asked you first and.. maaayybee do this without.. OH! THAT REMINDS ME, BABY LOOK!!”

They reached in their pocket with one hand, the other still holding you back by the waist, and pulled out one last jar.

“you totally aren't gonna be ready for THIS one!!”

Something about this made you feel uneasy in the moment, but you swallowed Niran’s words once more, trusting in your partner.

“BEHOLD, SLOAN’S SPECIALLY SUPER CHARGED JAR OF CELES..stine?”

They whipped out the glass of what was supposed to have the blue crystal in it, expecting it to be a glorious reveal… but, it was just strangely darker than the rest of the covered jars.

“huh, guess it's just.. a bit more shyer than the other rocks?” They tilted their head, letting go of you to gently knock at the jar. You watched with another jar in hand, ready to compare the two.

“heeelloooo? any celestine hoomee? hmph, i can definitely feel it in there though..” They held it to the ceiling and practically pressed their eyeball against the glass.

“it's like it's not in there.. but, it feels like it is?!” They swished around the jar, deciding to place it on the table with another ‘hmm..’

“maybe it's the cloth? let's just.. go ahead and pull that off then!”

“wait- sloan no it’ll toucH THE SUNLIGH-”

You tried to stop them, but their hands were already quick to remove the clothed lid and reveal the stone.

“wait shit no i’m so sorry i didn't me-”

“wooaahh..” You gasped and picked up the jar, mesmerized by the piece of celestine. 

It glimmered in such a way that you've never seen before, making you immediately forget about the actual water around it touching sunlight.

“it's.. it's beautiful, sloan..” You held it up to eye level, your eyes sparkling at the glittery gemstone before you.

“h-how’d you even.. find something like this? it's.. like it's glowing~..” It had you hypnotized, struggling to take your eyes off of it.

“i.. uhh.. surprise..??” They were also lost in the stone, the way it shimmered all sorts of colors and lights in the water seemed like magic. It wasn't this glamorous when they had found it.

“here sloan, look at it! did you.. really find this.. for me?”

You quickly shoved the jar into their hands, puppy eyeing at them for bringing you something so beautiful.

“o-of course, mi amor! it's my proudest find for you so far, so it's-” They froze, both of your eyes widening at the stone.

It felt like it all happened in slow motion, the way you both stopped to stare at what was happening in the glass.

The piece of celestine was… dissolving.

“wh- huh?? wait noo- this- this isn't good- w-why is it.. melting??!?”

The split second they had started holding it, the crystal dissipated. 

In a natural panic, they quickly placed it back on the counter, the water in the jar now being misty and clouded.

“hmm.. celestine isn't meant to rest in water but… it hasn't been that long since you put it in there, right?”

“l-like, only an hour or two, yeah?! b-but.. something feels weird..!” They started holding their own face in a panic, panting.

“it shouldn't have dissolved that quickly the- wait, are you okay?!? should I call someone??!”

“y/n.. i-i. i don't know! something'sdefinitelywrongandmystomachfeels-”

They suddenly covered their mouth, slowly looking at you with wide eyes.

“..’feels’? feels WHAT??, baby?!!? what's wrong??”

You joined in on their panic, bringing them close.

They tried holding a finger up, only to push you away and dash to a trash can, scurrying back to you with it in hand..

Then, they hovered over it.

“bleurg- ☁️💨”

“h-holy shit, sloan?? eurgh, sloan?!?!?”

As soon as they tried vomiting, the whole kitchen was smoked out in an instant, leaving you coughing and desperately swatting at the heavy air.

After about 10 seconds, the smoke started going away, revealing to you a trash can with.. no Sloan to be found.

“wh.. what..? even happened..?? where's-” You stopped yourself, something telling you to check the trash can.

Peering inside, you saw them.

Sloan was inside of the trash can, hand-sized, looking up at you. (・u・)

“o-oh.. my god.”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ im planning on proofreading and rewriting the other parts (again, and if im motivated enough), but how would yall feel about me posting little drabbles here and there?

✯ feel free to hit my line abt it, or anything in general, i dont bite ! >:)

✯ the link for part 4 will go here soon, and here are the borders used!

✯ enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, love venture.. LOVE THE SILLY!! <3

[thismightbemylaststraw]

Getting to know your Mutuals

Tagged by @celemee, thanks for the tag (〃．.)

What's the origin of your blog's title? 

A quote from The Price of Salt that I've reaally been feeling these months.

Favorite Fandoms: 

The Witcher (books & games), Horizon games, Baldur's Gate 3, Hades games

OTP(s) + shipname: 

Not big on shipping or romance, but Elisabet Sobeck x Tilda van deer Meer have been gnawing at me in ways they have no right to.

Favorite color: 

Black, purple, and midnight blue.

Favorite game: 

I'd say RDR2 and Nier Automata. Both made me cry and Nier Automata pulled off a magnificent stunt with using the video game medium in a unique way.

Song stuck in your head: 

Go Tell Aunt Rhody from RE7 of all things?? (never played any games)

Weirdest habit/trait? 

I like to trace my index finger on surfaces or my hip/knee when I'm lost in thought, but I'm actually drawing something :D clinically insane? Maybe.

Hobbies: 

Listening to music, reading, gaming, virtual photography, talking to cats I meet on walks.

If you work, what's your profession? 

◉ ̫◉

If you could have any job you wish what would it be?

Something quiet and with books/writing, cliché as it may sound. Like, a librarian or some mysterious book editor that leaves you cryptic messages on Google Docs.

Something you're good at:

Stealth! I move without any sound unless I wear winter boots. One time at work I accidentally scared a coworker too much (I thought her heart stopped for a moment). Then I brought her candy because to this day I feel so bad about it :'D

Something you're bad at:

I can give you the list by alphabet or relevance :D let's say I'm bad at reigning in my cynicism so it doesn't grow into harsh judgement or downright ruins my experiences.

Something you excel at:

Body language, both reading others' and controlling my own (perks of growing with deafmute grandparents).

Something you love: 

Water and words that tingle my brain. Definitely music, too. And snow. Nothing else comes to mind right now.

Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff:

I prefer to listen, but with the right people I can talk extensively about a lot of things.

Something you hate:

Callous and snobbish people. There is no place for unjustified rotten actions and conceit.

Something you collect:

Facts about people. A whole archive in my head.

Something you forget:

My physical needs and small tasks that I don't want to do (well, how convenient).

What's your love language? 

The more I care for/love someone, the less I engage with them. Consider it trash taking itself out ^.^

Favorite movie/show: 

Am awful when it comes to watching movies and shows.

Favorite food: 

Hearty soups/stews, mashed potatoes. Also am a certified sugar maniac.

Favorite animal: 

Cats and crows.

Are you musical? 

A couple of people had said I do have a musical ear, but I was prohibited from artistic pursuits, so I don't know if it's a yes or no. I do like to sing a lot when alone, though.

What were you like as a child? 

Quiet and gentle. And, by god, very opiniated. Loved taking naps in the closets (if that wasn't foreshadowing, huh).

Favorite subject at school? 

English, biology, and history.

Least favorite subject? 

Math. In last 3 years it was also art. The teacher and I, oh we had a beautiful hate relationship.

What's your best character trait?

Funny.

What's your worst character trait? 

Conceited as all hell.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?

I'd be currently in a snowy forest of some Northern country with my identity changed and death faked. But, oh well.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet?

I can't choose.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics 

Oh absolutely gonna recommend Graven Image for Tilda x Elisabet shippers. This one is my hyperfixation because it's goooood. Like sugar.

[undertheopensky]

Under The Weather

Whumptober Day 13: “I don’t feel so good.”

Characters: Four, Hyrule, everyone is there

Trigger warnings: Vomiting, indistinct illness

Important note: I usually headcanon Warriors as the main medic (thanks for that bokettochild) but for some reason today Hyrule insisted on running the show. Maybe he decided he wasn’t getting enough screentime.

Read on Ao3!

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Four belches into his hand, hiding it behind his teacup. Probably a court manners thing. Hyrule had never gotten the hang of those, but several of his companions were close enough to nobility that they had to know things like that. Four’s been doing it all lunch, though, and Hyrule’s wondering if there’s something in Wild’s stew that doesn’t agree with him. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve discovered dietary restrictions the hard way.

Four belches again, then abruptly throws up, and Hyrule realises he’s been retching the whole time.

“For fuck’s sake, Four.” He rounds the embers of the fire as Warriors and Wind scramble away from Four and the puddle of sick next to him – he’d only mostly avoided getting it on himself. “You’re supposed to tell us when you’re not feeling well. What are your symptoms?”

“I don’t know,” Four snaps, “I don’t feel sick, I just feel – wrong.” He retches again, but there’s nothing left to come up.

“So you’re nauseous, but you don’t feel sick.” Hyrule gives him a doubtful look.

“Kinda yeah,” says Four. “My stomach feels like a rock. Throwing up was just as much of a surprise to me as to you.”

“Interesting.” Hyrule takes a few minutes to look Four over. He’s pale and clammy, with a pinched look around his eyes that’s very telling of just how uncomfortable he is. He’s also barely touched his lunch, a meat and rice combination that everyone is usually all over, sticking mostly to his tea. “Any body aches? Chills? Wounds you forgot to tell us about?”

Four shakes his head with a snort. “Nothing. Just - wrong in the stomach.” He scowls into the remains of his tea. “It’s fine. I can keep going.”

“Uh huh.” Hyrule glances at the rest of the group. “Any arguments against making camp here?”

“It’s not like we’ve got anywhere to be,” Legend says dryly, and it’s about the kindest thing he could have said.

As a group, they don’t tend to hang around in one place very long. Places to go, monsters to kill, intel to gather, supplies to source; they’re constantly on the move, and staying put for any length of time has to rankle. But no one, not even prickly Legend, is going to say so to Four, who’s never complained about their pace, and had been half-throwing up all morning before Hyrule caught him. They were only intending to stop here for lunch, not spend the night, but they’ll make do. It’s not that bad a site.

At Hyrule’s insistence Four changes out of his soiled leggings into his clean pair, then sits against a tree with his book to rest. Everyone else sets about making camp. Twilight heads off to find a river - after battling a small horde of miniblins and a hinox this morning, several people are in need of a bath, and pretty much everyone needs to do laundry. Warriors at least will have a meltdown if he doesn’t get the blood out of his scarf. Wind, who is expert at dodging the little bastard’s tridents and thus doesn’t need to wash his own blood out of his tunics or repair many small holes, triumphantly flops down next to Four.

“Hey! I know you’re probably not feeling well so I’m not gonna bother you, I’m just gonna go through my pictograph collection, and if you need anything I can fetch it for you!”

Four gives a distracted hum, already absorbed in his book.

Wind wasn’t lying - he does like to go through his collection now and then, touch the memories they hold, reorganise and rearrange them and consider which ones to keep in his easy-access pictobook and which ones to store in the safebox. But they’re also fantastic distractions, and Four looks like he could use some distracting, when the dry text of his book gets too much.

Wind flips through his pictures of Aryll and Gran, hesitates over Tetra and her crew, then gets into his current run of Chain-related pictographs. Sometime they’re just nice, like Wild sleeping curled up beside Wolfie in almost the exact same position, but some are hilarious. Like this one of Sky passed out sitting up, while Wind and Wild takes turns balancing sticks on his head and snapping pictures.

He giggles and holds this one out to show Four. “Hey, hey, Four, you remember this?”

Four glances up, and huffs amusement through his nose. Wind grins, proud of himself for pulling the small noise out of the reserved smithy, and goes hunting for the photo of Wars getting knocked into a river by the fish he’d hauled out of the water. He knows it’s in here somewhere.

Wild has stirred up the fire again and is using the opportunity to do… something with the cookpot (Wind’s not game to call it food but it doesn’t look like elixirs are happening either, and decides he doesn’t want to know). Legend and Warriors are sitting together, mending miniblin tears and presumably gossiping, from the snickers. Time is writing in his notebook, Sky is carving a stick into a spoon to replace the one that had gone missing, and Hyrule had gone with Twilight to help deal with the Laundry Monster.

They’re all enjoying the break.

Everyone, save for Four, who goes progressively greyer and quieter as the afternoon fades.

Wind is careful not to push him; when Four glances at the latest photo and just gives a weak smile, he knows the distraction has worn out its usefulness and sorts through the rest without showing off any more.

By the time Hyrule and Twilight come back with the next load of clean laundry for Legend to dry off, Four’s given up on even the pretence of reading. He’s just staring blankly off into space, book still in his lap. Doesn’t even blink when Twilight pretends to drop Legend’s undertunic in the dirt and Legend yells at him for it.

Wind nudges him. “Four, you feeling okay?”

Four rubs a hand over his eyes, then his mouth. “Sorry. ‘M fine. Just… tired.” He blinks hazily, staring down at the pages of his book and clearly reading nothing.

Then Wild calls Wind over, demanding help with the soup, since apparently he’s doing real food now. Four shoos him off silently. Any other day, he would be taking the opportunity to read in peace. Today, he just leans back against the tree and closes his eyes.

When dinner is ready (soup!!! Not as good as Gran’s but Wild’s soup is still good!) Wind volunteers to ferry it over to Four. “Hey, Four! Dinner’s here!” he cheers, and is unsurprised but still disappointed when Four grimaces and refuses. “Are you sure? Do you really feel that bad? Should I get Hyrule?”

“Don’ feel good, but I’ll be alright.” Four waves a hand at Wind, eyes still closed. “Just a stomach bug or somethin’. Prob’ly be right as rain in the morning.”

Wind hums dubiously, but takes back the bowl.

By silent consensus, Four is left off the watchlist. He needs rest, not interrupted sleep and the simmering stress of a midnight shift. If Four notices, he doesn’t comment. He’s too busy gathering his strength to lay out his bedroll properly to take any notice of the others glancing at him in worry.

Four goes to lie down - then hurls himself back up, with such force that he nearly makes it to his feet.

Everyone startles. “Four, what’s wrong?” Sky asks.

Four looks nearly as shocked as they are. “I don’t – I don’t know,” he stammers. “I – I went to lie down and I just – as soon as I lay down it was just a bolt of panic like – like I knew I was going to die if I didn’t get back up right now.”

Hyrule goes grim. That kind of bodily response suggests there’s something more at play here than an upset stomach.

This time Hyrule doesn’t just look him over. He lays his hands on Four’s back and sends his magic creeping through him.

There’s a difference between the active rush of the Life Spell and a light touch of healing; this is the latter, more an exploration than an attack. Four had taken a potion after this morning’s fight, and that should have healed up all the minor wounds and not left anything for infection to take hold. Hyrule is checking for leaks, more than expecting to find something major wrong.

He’s surprised to find nothing at all, though. The faint echoes of bruises, long-healed. Phantom images of stab wounds, flesh flickering with the memory of blood and pain. But nothing real. Nothing he can fix.

Four glances over his shoulder. “Well?”

“I’m not finding anything,” Hyrule admits with a sigh. Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away. He feels inadequate, leaving a job unfinished - but there’s nothing he can really do, when it seems Four is just sick. Potions and fairies and Hyrule’s magic are amazing resources, but they have costs and limitations. They can’t replace lost blood, or grow back missing body parts. And they can’t cure illness, no matter the cause.

He just has to hope it’s a stomach bug, and Four will sleep it off uneventfully.

[necrofage]

♱ FEEL SOMETHING — JASON TODD X DICK GRAYSON

synopsis: jason is reminded of some things from his past that he'd rather forget and dick comforts him — reassures him that he cares and it's okay to lean on other people sometimes, but... well. his little wing has always been a stubborn one so dick takes it into his own hands to truly show jason how much he cares.

wc: 5.2k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62134735

tags: mxm , pwp , top!dick bottom!jason but really they're both switches , jason focused , starts with angst mb , fwb relationship but they clearly have feelings for each other , slow n sensual or sumn , overstimulation but like feeling wise , oral , anal , no prep sex , unprotected sex , dick talks A LOT during sex like he seriously does not shut up , crying during sex? u bet , maybe a little bit of a praise kink if u squint real close

an: first post yippie but there was no proof read annnd it isn't my best work. we die like jason todd or whatever. though i will say i wrote this in like. i guess a similar situation to jason (don't ask why i projected onto him instead of dick like i usually do, idk either) like i felt like shit over some stuff but then. well. it went in a different direction. my bad for being traumatized and horny guys!

what was jason's problem? it was just a stupid movie. it shouldn't have gotten to him like this. it shouldn't have made him think of talia — of how she'd played him like a fiddle. he'd been a kid — a stupid, dumb kid who didn't know any better. hell, he'd just been brought back from the dead; disoriented, confused, unsure of who he even was. sure, the dip into the lazarus pit had fixed some of that, but it hadn't fixed his anger, his fear of abandonment, his need to belong somewhere. how was a kid like that supposed to know what was happening to him was wrong?

abruptly, jason got up from the couch and moved to the huge window of dick's studio apartment that has... honestly, a decent view of the city from the higher floor. he leaned on the artificial windowsill; some set of drawers that was gifted to the golden boy of gotham as a housewarming present by none other than bruce. jason rolled his eyes at even the thought of the estranged man, pressing his lips together tightly as he shook his head — right now isn't about bruce. that's an issue for another day. he looked out into the city, wiping at the stubborn moisture in his eyes. what the hell was wrong with him? he was over it! he'd been over it for a long time!

"i'm fine," he stated gruffly as he registered the fact that dick had paused the movie, not even giving the older man the chance to speak. "don't ask. just... don't talk to me right now." and dick frowned; concern etched on his face as he watched jason stare out the window. he could see the tension in jason's shoulders — the way his hands now clenched tightly at his sides. it always hurt dick to see jason like this, struggling with demons from his past that they all thought he'd put to rest.

with a weak sigh, dick stood up and walked over to jason, placing a relaxed hand on his shoulder. "hey," he said gingerly. "i won't ask anything, but you know i'm here for you, little wing, yeah?" jason tensed under dick's touch; his jaw clenching as he held his peeved gaze out the window. he didn't want to be touched right now — didn't want the comfort, the sympathy. he didn't deserve it. he just wanted— no. he deserved to be left alone to stew in his own misery. "yeah, well. maybe i don't need you to be here for me, dick," he snapped, heedlessly shrugging dick's hand off his shoulder. "maybe i can handle my own shit without you hovering over me like some kind of mother hen."

he then turned to face dick; his tear-filled eyes harsh and accusing. "you think you know everything about me, don't you? think you've got me all figured out just because we fuck sometimes, huh?" dick's eyes widened at jason's words before his expression softened. he knew well that jason lashed out at times, but he never would have expected the man to bring up something like their relationship in a hostile way. despite his shock, dick held his ground, not backing down from jason's strident words. he could tell that jason was on the verge of truly lashing out — on the verge of saying something that would really hurt dick before he would gather his things and storm out of the apartment until he would come climbing back through that vast window in a few days time; using that curt tongue as a shield against vulnerability.

"jason, no," dick said quietly, taking a step back to give the younger man some sort of space as his hand fell to his own side. "i don't know everything about you. i don't even know half of it anymore, but i do still care about you, more than you seem wiling to acknowledge." he sighed softly; his hand moving up to hesitate in the air as if he was holding himself back from touching jason again, which he was.

dick's voice dropped to a low grumble; a further hint of worry shining in his eyes. "i just wish you'd let me in, jaybird. let me help you carry some of that weight instead of shouldering it all alone, you know?" jason scoffed, rolling his eyes at dick's hopeless attempt at empathy. he crossed his arms over his chest, hunching his shoulders as he turned back to the window. the city lights twinkled mockingly outside, reflecting the cold, hard glare in his eyes.

"you think i haven't tried letting people in?" he scolded bitterly. "every damn time i have— every time i do, i end up getting humiliated. so yeah, i'd rather not go through that again." he hesitantly directed his focus back to dick, turning to face him again; his voice dropping to a low whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of the city outside. "it's safer this way. easier. don't make this harder than it has to be, dick." and yet even as he spoke the words, jason felt a pang of loneliness — a desperate longing for connection that he quickly suppressed.

dick's heart ached at the pain and resignation in jason's voice — he could tell the words were more to convince himself than to convince dick. he wanted to reach out — to pull jason close and promise that he would never hurt him, but he restrained himself, knowing better than to bombard jason with anything during times like this, even if it seemed it's what he wanted — what he needed. instead, dick took a deep breath and spoke amicably, calmly. "i understand, jason. but please know... you can't push me away completely. i'm not going anywhere no matter how hard you try to make me — we both know that."

he paused, considering his next words carefully. "if you ever feel ready to open up again, i'll be here. and if you're never ready, that's okay. i just... i want you to know that i'm here, jason." dick offered a small, encouraging smile, hoping to chip away at jason's defense — or at least just show that his words are genuine.

jason swallowed hard, quickly turning back to the window as he blinked rapidly to clear the sudden sting of tears from his eyes. he hated feeling weak, hated showing any kind of fragility. it made him feel exposed — raw, like an open wound, oozing with blood just waiting to be cleaned and picked apart. but there was something about dick's quiet persistence — his refusal to simply walk away when jason pushed him, that made the younger man's walls start to crumble. just a little bit. enough to let a sliver of hope shine through the cracks.

jason cleared his throat roughly, turning to face dick once more. his eyes were red-rimmed, yet almost completely dry; his expression guarded but not entirely closed off. "okay," he said gruffly; his voice cracking slightly on the first syllable. "i won't... i can't promise anything, but... i'll keep it in mind."

dick nodded attentively; relief washing over him at jason's words. it wasn't much, but it was a start. a tiny crack in the fortress jason had to build around himself. a glimmer of possibility. "that's all i'm asking for, jay," dick whispered, offering jason another small smile. "just remember you can come to me with anything. no pressure, no expectations."

he hesitated for a long moment before adding, "what do you say we get back to our movie? or if you'd rather do something else now?" dick kept his tone light, trying to steer them towards safer waters after the emotional turbulence of the last few minutes, and jason considered dick's question for a second, debating whether he wanted to continue that god-forsaken movie or not. in the end, he decided that distracting himself might be the best course of action right now. surely, he could continue watching the movie now that he's gotten the memories crashing through him out of his system, partially with dick's help.

the younger man shrugged one shoulder indifferently. "movie's fine. whatever." he took a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping past dick and striding back over to the couch, flopping down onto it heavily. jason grabbed the remote and unpaused the film, feigning intense interest in the flickering images on the television screen. inside, though, his mind was still churning with the ghosts of the past and the confusing swirl of emotions stirred up by his short conversation with dick.

it had been... well, jason wasn't sure how many years it had been anymore. his life has been a constant blur ever since he crawled out of the agonizing depths of the lazarus pit — his only clear memory being the moment he would honestly die for again just to forget. that night in the warehouse. that stupid fucking clown's laughter. the brutish blows of the crowbar against his skull. the hope that batman — that bruce — would be there to save him soon, and then the fear when he realized the man wasn't coming. the betrayal he felt in those last ten seconds; the ticking of the bomb counting them ominously before his entire world went black.

he couldn't even remember his time with talia, but it didn't matter — he remembered how he felt. he was cared for, maybe even loved in some twisted way, and oh, did he crave it — that feeling he hadn't experienced since his own mother died before bruce took him in. bruce had his own ways of caring, he'd come to realize. he understood the man better now that he himself had grown to be stoic, closed-off, unwavered by his emotions. but when he was a child; that lonely, troubled boy... he hated the man. and he hated dick. the golden boy. the first robin. the older boy didn't want anything to do with jason taking over his mantle, and really... jason couldn't blame him for that anymore. if bruce was hard on him, he could only imagine how it must have been for dick at times.

jason kept his gaze fixed firmly ahead, unwilling to meet dick's eyes as the older man settled back down beside him with a new distance between them that wasn't there before. dick, however, watched jason intently, noting the meticulous avoidance of eye contact. he understood to a degree — jason needed space to process whatever was going through his mind. dick would respect that boundary. for now.

as they resumed watching the movie, dick found his attention drifting between the screen and jason's profile. he studied the lines of tension in the younger man's form — the slight tremble of his hands that still gripped on tightly to the remote. despite jason's best efforts to appear detached — to appear unbothered, dick could sense the turmoil beneath the surface even if he wasn't entirely clued in on where it originated from this time.

feeling a surge of protectiveness and concern, dick reached out and smoothly brushed a strand of hair from jason's forehead. his touch was light, soothing — a silent reminder of his presence and support. jason's breath hitched at the unexpected touch; his skin tingling where dick's fingers just barely grazed his forehead. for a moment, he froze, caught off guard by the warmth of that simple gesture. then, with a shaky exhale, he relaxed into it, allowing himself to absorb the comforting sensation; the tension seeping out of his muscles with each passing second. he felt... safe with dick — sheltered from the storm constantly raging inside himself.

when dick's hand eventually fell away, jason didn't not notice, but he didn't reach for it back either, content to maintain their now comfortable silence. though he still avoided meeting dick's gaze, jason's posture eased; his shoulders dropping from their rigid slump. he was grateful for the understanding — for the gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle even if he hasn't accepted it yet.

dick noticed the subtle shift in jason's demeanor — the way his body language softened as he allowed himself to relax in dick's presence. a warm glow spread through dick's chest at the realization that his presence — his touch — had provided some measure of comfort and solace for the wounded man.

as the movie neared its late climax, dick found himself leaning closer to jason, drawn in by the younger man's quiet strength and resilience. he wanted to be there for jason — to offer a steady anchor amidst the turbulent tides of his emotions. when the credits finally began to roll, dick turned in his seat to face jason fully; his cobalt eyes searching the other's face. there was a depth of understanding and empathy in that gaze that spoke volumes about their bond — about dick's feelings for the stubborn man.

"hey," dick said faintly, reaching out to brush jason's cheek with a loosely curled fist. jason blinked slowly as the movie ended, momentarily disoriented as he emerged from the cocoon of the cinematic world that unwelcomingly dug up his own past within his mind. the gentle caress of dick's fingers against his cheek drew him fully back to the present, and he found himself leaning into the touch almost instinctively. he met dick's gaze then, really met it for the first time that night, and what he saw there made his breath catch in his throat. there was no pity, no judgement, only a profound understanding and acceptance that truly stole the air from his lungs.

at that moment, jason felt stripped bare, laid open before dick in a way that should have terrified him. instead, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, a certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be. jason swallowed thickly; his voice rough with emotion, vulnerability as he whispered hoarsely, "yeah?"

dick's heart skipped a beat at the defenseless look in jason's eyes — the way the younger man seemed to trust him with his very essence. it was a precious gift, one that dick vowed to cherish and protect. "you've been through so much, jaybird," dick murmured; his voice subdued and tender. "and you're still standing, still fighting. that takes an incredible amount of strength and courage, you know."

he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart; his breath ghosting over jason's slightly parted lips. "i see you, jason todd. all of you. and i choose to stand by your side, no matter what." jason's pulse raced as dick's words washed over him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical proximity. he felt seen, truly seen, in a way that he rarely experienced — and it scared him, exhilarated him, made him feel alive in a way he thought he'd lost forever.

and then dick was closing the remaining distance between them, giving jason plenty of time to pull away before their lips collided in a kiss that was both delicate and passionate. jason's breath caught in his throat in the way it usually does when dick is around; his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage for a moment, he wondered if he should push the older man away — if he was ready for this level of intimacy; it feeling extremely different from their usual encounters. but then dick's lips were on his, and all coherent thought fled.

jason melted into the kiss; his own mouth moving tentatively against dick's as as he explored the familiar territory. and dick savored the sweet, addicting taste of jason, the softness of his mouth against his own. he deepened the kiss, exploring further as his tongue darted out to slowly, almost tenderly trace the shape of jason's lips.

his arms wrapped around the younger man's waist, pulling him close. he could feel the heat radiating off jason's body; the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat echoing his own. breaking away from the kiss, dick trailed hot, yet gentle kisses along jason's jawline and down the column of his neck; his hands roaming over jason's back, tracing the contours of his muscles.

dick was lost in the intoxicating scent of jason, the taste of his skin, the feel of his body pressed against his own. every nerve ending was ablaze with desire, every inch of him yearning for more — to show jason how much he truly cared for him.

jason gasped as dick's lips left his own — the sudden absence making him ache for more. he tilted his head to give dick better access; a needy whimper escaping him as he felt the first subtle nip of teeth on his sensitive skin. his hands came up to tangle in dick's hair, holding the other man close as he arched into the sensual assault.

the feel of dick's strong arms around him, his talented fingers roaming over his back, sent shivers racing down jason's spine. jason's own arousal was building rapidly; his cock stiffening against his thigh as dick's skilled mouth worked magic on his neck. when dick finally pulled back to meet his gaze, jason's eyes were glazed with lust; his cheeks reddened with a deep crimson.

the sight of jason, flushed and panting, eyes dark with desire, nearly undid dick right then and there. he'd seen the younger man look so beautiful, so utterly wrecked with want so many times before, but it never failed to leave him speechless. with trembling hands, dick reached for the hem of jason's shirt, tugging it upwards. jason lifted his arms obediently, eagerly — allowing dick to strip him bare from the waist up, which he did oh so carefully, tossing the garment to be forgotten on the floor.

dick took a moment to drink in the sight of jason's toned torso. the defined lines of his abdomen, the dusky nipples already pebbled with arousal. unable to resist, he leaned forward and laved over one nipple with his tongue, relishing the sharp intake of breath from above. his hands continued their exploration, mapping the planes and angles of jason's chest, tweaking a nipple between his fingers are he continued to suckle and nip at the other.

a strangled moan tore from jason's throat as dick's mouth fully closed around his nipple; the dual sensations of tongue and teeth sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin. his hips writhed involuntarily, seeking friction as he silently cursed the layers of fabric separating them. jason's fingers tightened in dick's hair as the man lavished attention on his sensitive buds. each pull of dick's lips, each scrape of teeth against delicate flesh, stoking the flames of jason's desire higher and higher.

lost in the sensation, it took jason a moment to realize that dick had shifted his attention to the opposite nipple, leaving the first slick and aching. a low keen escaped him, half-pain, half-pleasure, as dick repeated the ministrations, alternating between soft, kitten licks and harder sucks. and oh, did dick revel in the sounds jason made — the desperate little moans and mewls that spoke of pure, unadulterated bliss.

dick could feel the other man's arousal, hard and insistent against his own, and it only fueled his desire — his hunger. dick released jason's nipple with a soft pop, trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses down his sternum as he worked his way lower. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of jason's sweatpants, tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift motion.

jason's cock sprang free, thick and heavy; the tip already glistening with pre-cum. dick's mouth practically watered at the sight, and without hesitation, he guided jason to lie back on the couch as he shifted slightly away, giving himself enough space to lower his head and engulf the eager member in the warm embrace of his mouth.

jason cried out — a raw, guttural sound torn from the depths of his being, as dick's mouth enveloped him. the wet heat, the firm suction, the clever flick of that wicked tongue against the weeping slit of his cock — it was almost too much, too intense after the teasing touches and kisses. his hips bucked instinctively, driving himself deeper into dick's willing mouth. one hand still fisted tightly in dick's hair, anchoring himself, while the other scrabbled against the back of the couch, searching for purchase in a world that narrowed down to nothing but sensation.

jason's mind was blank; his thoughts scattered to the four winds as dick worked him over with lips and tongue and teeth. dick hummed around jason's cock; the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. he set a slow, almost teasing pace, bobbing his head deliberately to take jason as deep as he could; his nose brushing against against the wiry hairs at the base of the younger man's shaft.

one hand slid up jason's thigh, finding the sensitive spot where the leg met groin and applying a gentle pressure — his thumb circling the muscle in an attempt to coax forth more of that delicious pre-cum. dick's own arousal throbbed in time with jason's; his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. he knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with jason's flavor exploding on his tongue and the desperation in the other man's movements and noises.

jason's world soon shattered into a million pieces; his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. he shouted dick's name — a benediction and a plea all in one, as his release pooled into the older man's mouth and down his throat. the intensity of it stole his breath; left him gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. dimly, he registered dick releasing his softening cock, gentling him through the final tremors with soft licks and kisses along his shaft, his thighs, his abdomen.

it seemed an eternity before jason could catch his breath, before his heart rate slowed to something resembling normal. when he finally opened his eyes — when did he even close them? — it was to find dick watching him with a mix of satisfaction and barely restrained hunger. jason managed a weak smile, reaching to cup dick's cheek with a trembling hand; his voice wavering as he whispered. "dick, i..."

dick only chuckled in response; the sound low and husky as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. the hand fell shortly after, moving to mirror the other one delicately cradling jason's hip as he leaned back in, pressing a kiss to jason's knee. jason watched the man intently; a glimpse of fragility in his eyes as dick's lips leisurely trailed up his body.

jason's pulse quickened under dick's touch; his body responding eagerly to each unhurried press of those firm lips. once dick reached jason's lips, one hand moved to cup jason's cheek, tilting his face up gently for a searing kiss that left no doubt about his own desires. though, dick soon broke the kiss; a soft whimper escaping jason as his tongue immediately darted out to lick his own lips, tasting the faint remnant of dick's mixed with his own load. dick smiled as he watched the sight before murmuring against jason's lips, "tell me what you want, little wing."

jason wanted to say something profound, something poetic about the depth of his longing, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper, "i want you inside me." the words felt raw, exposed, but they were true. more than anything, jason craved the feeling of dick's cock stretching him, filling him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible.

jason spread his legs wider, baring himself completely to dick's gaze, and reached for the older man's clothed bulge with slender fingers. those fingers squeezed lightly around the hot, ridged length hidden away, rubbing it slowly as dick groaned at the feeling; the touch both very welcome and maddeningly insufficient. "please, dickie..." the need in jason's voice sent a jolt of lust straight to dick's cock; it twitching nicely in jason's hand. then, in one fluid motion, dick rose to his feet and shed his clothes with a purposeful slowness. as each article fell away, dick revealed more of his own toned physique — the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved.

by the time he stood completely naked before jason — his cock jutting proudly from a thatch of dark hair — the younger man was staring with rapt attention. dick prowled closer, closing the distance between them until he loomed over jason's seated form. his hands moved with purpose, grabbing a firm hold on jason's knees to shift his position on the couch, making him sit in the proper position.

dick dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed jason's thighs apart further, settling between them. his hands gradually moved to jason's hips, grabbing onto them with a firm hold before pulling him to the edge of the cushion so that their bodies aligned perfectly. dick quickly positioned himself at jason's entrance — the blunt head of his cock nudging against the tight ring of muscle.

he locked eyes with jason, holding his gaze as he slowly began to push forward, breaching that initial resistance and sinking into the welcoming heat inch by excruciating inch. jason arched off the couch; his back bowing as dick's thick cock forced its way into him. the stretch was exquisite — a delicious burn that already had him seeing stars. he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, focusing on the pain to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure.

once dick was fully seated into him and stilled, jason exhaled shakily; his chest heaving against the older man's as he leaned forward to hold him close; his hands finding purchase on the first part of dick's body they could find — his biceps. the feeling of being so thoroughly filled, claimed, possessed — it was indescribable. it was as if every cell in his body sang in harmony with dick's presence inside him. "oh, god," jason breathed; his hands moving up to rest on dick's shoulders, nails digging in sharply. "you feel... haaah... so good..." he rocked his hips experimentally with a drawn-out moan, savoring the friction, the subtle glide of dick's cock within him.

dick's grip on jason's hips tightened; fingers digging into the flesh as he fought to maintain control. the sensation of jason's inner walls clenching around him, the way the younger man's body yielded to his invasion, was almost too much to bear. "fuck, jaybird," dick growled; his voice strained slightly with effort. "you're so tight, so perfect... always so perfect..."

he began to move then, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside jason before surging back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm. with each thrust, dick angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within jason, determined to provided the younger man some sort of relief with his slow pace.

and jason's head thrashed from side to side against the plush couch; his vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. the couch creaked ominously beneath them, but jason was lost to everything except the incredible sensation of being fucked — of being loved, cared for — so thoroughly, so... passionately. jason's legs wrapped around dick's body; ankles locking at the small of his back as jason tried to pull him impossibly deeper, and that told dick that the tears in jason's eyes were good. still, though, dick reached up with one hand; the other gripping tighter at jason's hip to gain back some of the leverage, as he cupped jason's cheek, gently wiping those tears away with his thumb.

dick leaned forward, planting a string of soft pecks to jason's lips, whispering between each one. "so good, baby," kiss, "you're doing so, so good for me," kiss, "feels so good," kiss, "love you, jason," kiss, "i love you so much," kiss, "my little wing," kiss, "my beautiful, strong boy," and even though dick had wiped jason's eyes free of tears, they were flowing steadily from the emotional onslaught. dick had always — always — made him feel like he was the entire world, but this... this felt different, deeper, like this was more than their usual fuck, which it was — and even though that terrified jason, he never felt better. never felt more important, more loved — genuinely loved.

one hand slid between their straining bodies, finding jason's renewed weeping erection and wrapping around it firmly. dick stroked the man in time with his thrusts; the dual stimulation designed to push jason over the precipice as dick continued to whisper sweet nothings against his lips. the additional stimulation proved to be the final straw for jason despite the slowness of it all. with a ragged cry, he came violently; his cock pulsing in dick's grasp as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him once more.

his body trembled underneath dick; his brain nothing but an emotional, love-drunk mess as he continued to sob. his inner walls clenched around dick's throbbing shaft, milking it for all it was worth as he rode out the forceful aftershocks. through it all, dick continued to pound into him; the touch on jason's cock gentling as he drew out jason's climax until the younger man was a quivering, spent mess. only then did dick allow himself to surrender; his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he buried himself to the hilt and stilled — his cock erupting deep within jason.

they soon collapsed together, panting and slick with sweat — jason's body still fluttering around dick's softening cock. as the haze of pleasure cleared, dick became even more aware of jason's trembling form, the way the younger man's body still clung to his with a desperate intensity. a surge of protectiveness washed over him for what could have been the fiftieth time that night, mingling with the lingering afterglow of their passion.

carefully, dick withdrew from jason's well-loved hole, watching intently as a trickle of cum followed his cock out. he slowly moved, taking his original seat on the couch before gathering jason into his arms, cradling him close in his lap as he pressed tender kisses to the top of his head. "you okay, jace?" he murmured; his voice rough with exertion and concern.

he held jason securely, reluctant to let go, savoring the warmth of their entwined bodies and the knowledge that he'd given the other man such an intense experience. jason nestled into dick's embrace; his cheeks resting against the older man's chest as he listened to the soothing beat of his heart. for a while, he simply savored the closeness, the comforting weight of dick's arms around him, the gentle rise and fall of his breaths.

'i'm more than okay,' jason thoughts; a small smile tugging at his lips. 'i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.' after a moment though, he lifted his head, meeting dick's gaze with his own misty eyes. "i'm good," he assured softly, reaching up to cup dick's face in his palms. "better than good, actually. thanks to you." jason leaned in, capturing dick's mouth in a slow, sweet kiss, pouring all his gratitude and affection into the tender press of lips before he settled his head back against dick's chest.

jason isn't sure when he fell asleep, but as he barely comes to, he's sure that he's safe — that he's loved — with the way he's gently placed into dick's bed, the way he's carefully tucked into the warm comforter, the way those strong arms soon snake around his waist and pull him close. maybe... just maybe it won't be so bad if he let dick in past the walls he built.

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[waltwhitmansbeard]

How about ✊("protecting") for Scanlan and Kaylie? (You decide who's doing the protecting!)

Send me emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble

The thing about becoming a crime lord that Scanlan did not prepare for was all the enemies he'd create along the way. Maybe he's naïve, or maybe he'd just gotten so used the feeling of invincibility that came with being a member of Vox Machina, but it doesn't take long into his stay in Ank'harel for him to accumulate an impressive list of enemies, each of whom would like to see him and his daughter dead.

Which, yeah, that takes a good deal of the thrill away. Kaylie's got his sense of self-preservation, but also his sense of recklessness, and as a result she's fairly blasé about all of the people the two of them have managed to piss off in their relatively short stint here in Marquet, but Scanlan's not as enthusiastic about the situation. Anyone who comes for him is going to be coming for her, too, and it would be just his luck to get his kid killed mere months after actually establishing some kind of relationship with her. More than once he's tried to convince her to take a step back, to disassociate herself from him, just for her own safety, but tenacity is also a heritable trait, it seems, and she's refused on every occasion.

Which is how they end up here, in the back alley of a tavern in the Suncut Bazaar, starting down the business end of three scimitars with their hands in the air.

Behind the brutish oafs wielding the blades, a tall, thin human man with dark hair and too much jewelry paces a half-circle, affecting an air of boredom that Scanlan has employed many times himself. "Tell me why I should strike you dead where you stand."

Kaylie scoffs. "As if you could."

The human's teeth flash. "Big words from one so small. I could chop you to bits like a steak on my dinner plate."

"Rabi," Scanlan says slowly, carefully, "why don't we talk without the swords, huh? What could you possibly have to say that couldn't be said over a drink inside?"

"Some things are better said in blood," Rabi replies dryly, "like, stop undercutting my prices."

"You're bad at business and it's our fault," Kaylie says, tone dripping in sarcasm. "Have you ever considered that maybe you just suck?"

There's a choked noise in Scanlan's throat as all three scimitars close in on Kaylie's throat. It's a threat, but it's also an opportunity; now that the attention is off of him, he is able to quickly mutter something under his breath, and in the next instant, he and Kaylie are in the middle of the busy street, a few hundred feet away from where Rabi and his goons had been threatening her a heartbeat before.

"RUN!" Scanlan grabs Kaylie's arm and yanks her into a dead sprint away from the alley. Sometimes there are benefits to being tiny, like disappearing seamlessly into a crowd of drunken revelers and gamblers. Scanlan can hear Rabi's shouts behind him, but it's too late; Scanlan tugs Kaylie into an inn, where he immediately disguises both of them as an elderly gnomish couple.

Kaylie frowns. "What was that for?"

He's confused. "The dimension door or the seeming?"

"All of it! We could have taken them!"

Scanlan huffs out a sigh. "We could have, but Rabi is lethal and pissed. It's better to get out alive than to get your ass kicked for no reason."

Kaylie crosses her arms. "Seems like a coward's way of thinking to me."

He grits his teeth. Sometimes he wonders if she inherited anything from her mother at all. "I've been a coward, and I've been a hero. Guess which one got me killed. Twice."

She avoids his eyes then, the shame not at all hidden by his spell. He doesn't know how to make her get it, how to make her see that there's no amount of glory or heroics that's ever going to get him to risk her life. He leaves her to stew, hobbles to the door of the inn just in time to watch Rabi and his men rush past, clearly at a loss for where they could have gone. He waits to see them disappear further down the thoroughfare before returning to Kaylie. "Come on. Let's go home. We'll figure out our next move there."

He turns back toward the door, but freezes when Kaylie says, "I don't need you to protect me. I can take care of myself."

He doesn't know how to make her get it. "Too fucking bad." He walks away, shoving out of the inn and into the bustling nightlife of Ank'harel.

[atlabeth]

turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream. 

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this. 

“He what?” 

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done. 

“He broke up with you?” 

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.” 

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—” 

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.” 

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.” 

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.” 

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said. 

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.” 

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.” 

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.” 

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit. 

“What?” 

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down. 

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single. 

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar. 

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too). 

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you. 

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school. 

-

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes. 

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up. 

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie. 

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start 

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase! 

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude 

using my track past against me i see 

you are pushing it babe 

I know 

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope 

lol 

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out 

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession. 

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit. 

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle. 

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.” 

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was. 

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school. 

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?” 

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?” 

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.” 

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—” 

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.” 

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.” 

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.” 

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.” 

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend. 

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.” 

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said. 

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!! 

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that 

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.” 

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased. 

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked. 

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.” 

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?” 

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.” 

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz. 

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing 

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me 

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.” 

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second. 

-

The wedding ceremony went fabulously. 

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line. 

You cried. A lot. 

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara. 

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that. 

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table. 

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something. 

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.” 

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.” 

“Six years was a long time,” he said. 

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.” 

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.” 

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.” 

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.” 

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.” 

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.” 

Rafe frowned. “For what?” 

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.” 

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.” 

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.” 

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…” 

“What?” you asked after he trailed off. 

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?” 

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it. 

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush. 

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot. 

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow. 

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.” 

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.” 

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.” 

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.” 

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.” 

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile. 

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.” 

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?” 

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.” 

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless. 

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought. 

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.” 

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted. 

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned. 

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead. 

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled. 

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.” 

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?” 

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?” 

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.” 

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?” 

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.” 

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad. 

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.) 

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?” 

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.” 

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.” 

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance? 

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?” 

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin. 

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?” 

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.” 

He grinned. “Great.” 

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing. 

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” 

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

-

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

illusion ⋆ zoro x reader

summary: zoro realized he was making it all up in his head

note: this idea was created by @nil-deathsmoke

♡: gender-neutral reader. 2,020+ words. sfw content.

zoro stares with an unamused glare as sanji guides you around the kitchen, his hands placed delicately on top of yours as you stir the stew and dice the vegetables for tonight's meal. your goofy smile makes the swordsman sick to his stomach, he feels the need to choke down his sake to keep himself from saying a word.

“tastes perfect; doesn’t it, y/n-swan?” sanji coos, lifting the wooden spoon to your lips to allow you a small sip of the warm broth. you moan at the savory taste, wrapping your arms around sanji’s neck to hug him.

“it’s delicious! thank you for letting me help,” you smile.

zoro’s jaw clenches when the happiness washes over your face while you’re in his arms. it was an uncontrollable reaction and if sanji himself weren’t so lovestruck by your affections, he would notice zoro’s murderous gaze in his direction. despite the weight and heat of his stare, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from either of you no matter how many knots his stomach was in.

“dinner is served!” you yell, signaling those who weren’t occupying the galley. you set bowls in front of each of your crewmates, the steam wafting into their faces as an onslaught of compliments begins even before they had a chance to pick up their silverware.

soon, the dining table is rattling with content soup-slurping and light chatter amongst the group. with everyone wrapped up in their own conversations, no one had noticed zoro’s absence that had begun at the start of the meal. rather than sitting in his chair and watching sanji spoon-feed you the delicious meal you had prepared, zoro opted to eat his dinner in solace, alone on the main deck.

the chilly autumn weather proved fatal to his once hot, steaming meal now leaving the contents a cool, mushy mess, but to be honest he wasn’t that hungry anymore anyway. his bulky body creaks the sunny’s rails as his entire weight is pushed into it, a frustrated groan leaving his body.

as much as he hated to admit it, nami and usopp were right and now he was too late. had he confessed his feelings much sooner, like the two had warned, maybe it would be zoro’s arms that you cradled yourself into and not sanji’s. he just thought there would be more time, maybe he would’ve been able to come up with the right words to say or any idea on how to say them. but by the time he had the slightest bit of hope, he had already found you with that idiot of a cook.

every night when he can hear sanji’s name escape from your lips, zoro curses himself for not mustering up the courage sooner.

“the food was that bad, huh?” you tease, bundling yourself underneath a sweater to brace against the weather.

zoro tsks, shaking his head, “no, just got a lot on my mind tonight.” you raise a brow, leaning right next to him as you overlook the same view he is. zoro peeks over at you, every word he’s ever wanted to say to you bouncing around his head. your hands are unbelievably close to one another, fingertips mere centimeters away from each other, and just as he gets the guts to reach out, a familiar flick of a lighter halts him from doing so.

“y/n, my sweet, you ready to go?” sanji asks. blowing out a ring of smoke, he holds out his hand to you with a cigarette between the fingers of the other. you nod your head sweetly causing zoro to cringe at both the ease of sanji’s actions and how unreluctant you are to accept them.

“where the hell are you guys going at this hour?” zoro questions, letting the jealousy seethe through his words without giving it a second thought. it’s not until seconds later that he bites his own tongue to stop more venomous speech from spewing out at the cook.

with an irritated glare, sanji eyes zoro’s stoic expression with curiosity; he was rather curious when it came to you lately and it did not go unnoticed. “i’m taking them out dancing and for a drink or two. why do you want to know?” he bites.

zoro’s free hand balls up into a fist as he can feel the jealousy that courses through his veins. he can only shake his head ‘no’ as he restrains himself from revealing anything incriminating.

“thought so,” sanji mumbles as he escorts you off the ship and onto the dock below. zoro turns away every time sanji decides to glance back at him with an amused smirk. it was like he knew.

his brown eyes follow the two of you until you’re out of sight, the vein in his forehead throbbing watching that blond-haired bastard’s hands roam your back and waist.

he knows it’s torture, like a cruel joke the universe wanted to play on him for being too stubborn.

hours pass and the night turns into the early hours of the morning as it nears two. he normally wouldn’t be so eager to volunteer for night watch, especially when a warm bed sounded much more appealing than waiting for you to come back half-naked with sanji following quickly behind. but he couldn’t help himself, the desire to know that you’re back on the ship safe and sound was more important than the disgust that would unwillingly overtake his body.

with his head pressed against the window of the crow’s nest, zoro’s eyelids lazily fall and then blink wake once again. his yawns echo across the empty room as he watches the waves crash and descends onto the rocky shore, almost in a daydream-like state. that is until he notices someone come from over the hill on the other side of the dock.

zoro sits up when he realizes it’s you, and you alone, that’s stumbling around. the gravel beneath you doing you no favors as you hold onto your shivering body, wanting to get back to the ship as fast as possible.

in a hurried rush, zoro returns to the main deck, helping you back onto the ship. he can feel his heart twitch when he notices that you had been crying.

“y/n? are you okay? where is sanji?” he asks, realizing that your sweater was inside out, and your hair in slight disarray.

you sniff slightly, sadly meeting his eye before pointing to the galley. nodding at your silent request, he awkwardly follows as you flip the lights on, retrieving yourself a cup of water.

zoro sits impatiently at the counter until you join him, resting your tired head on his shoulder. he stiffens at the action, and he has no doubt that you could feel it too, so to calm his nerves you place your hand on his tense bicep.

“so, uh, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he quietly questions. he feared that if he were too loud, you’d remove your delicate presence from him.

your lip trembles as you slowly open your mouth to speak, “sanji, he…” you hiccup. “he told me to come back to the sunny after i found him kissing other people,” you reveal, digging your face further into zoro’s shirt.

again, he can feel the vein in his forehead throbbing along with his eye beginning to twitch. he knew that dumbass cook wasn’t right for you, but to hurt you this much? zoro was fuming.

“why am i so stupid?” you say, slurring your words together. your voice relieves zoro of any and all anger he was building up, he couldn’t even be mad when you’re the one who was hurting and pleading with him to help you feel better. his entire body softens, relaxing every muscle as he watches you pick your head up to meet his eye.

zoro could feel himself, once again, at the mercy of your big, beautiful eyes.

you run your palm along his arm until you’ve interlaced your fingers together, which he gladly accepts by tightening his hold on you.

“you’re not stupid. you just have stupid taste,” he jokes, hoping to ease the tension with a half-hearted jeer. his smile grows when he notices you haven’t taken offense and had begun laughing yourself.

he could smell the alcohol on your breath and by the slur of your speech, it’s obvious you’ve been drinking quite a bit. it was like you were torturing him; teasing him for your own pleasure, but when your soft fingers were brushing against his skin like this, he had a hard time caring.

“you deserve better,” zoro coughs out, trying to hide it by acting nonchalant. you giggle against his arm and your warm breath sends goosebumps across his entire body. when you don’t pull away, or say no, he continues, “i mean it, you know.”

you nod, only half agreeing with what he was saying, before leaning your face even closer to his. both yours and zoro’s breathing are heavy, as his eyes nervously glance between your lips and your eyes.

“yeah? well why don’t you kiss me about it then?” you test, smirking slightly. zoro swallows harshly before reaching to hold the back of your head and smush your lips together.

despite the alcohol content of his body being zero, he felt drunk; intoxicated by the soft, supple feeling of your lips, how they move so keenly against his like they were meant to be together. it was better than anything he had ever dreamed, from the way your fingers run through his short, green hair, to the way he cups your plump cheeks to refuse you from pulling away.

the imaginary fireworks that he always dreamed of shoot off in his head as he breathes heavily the moment you both pull away.

“how about let’s get you to bed, y/n? we can talk about this when you’re sober, how does that sound?” he questions, aiding you to your feet and into your shared room with nami and robin.

you feverishly nod, cuddling into your blankets before drifting off to sleep. zoro leans down placing a small kiss on your forehead before making his exit.

when he closes the door as quietly as possible, he smiles to himself, feeling the uncontrollable heartbeat in his chest.

the next morning, zoro is the first person at the breakfast table, surprising everyone because he’s almost always the last. each time the door creaks open, he finds himself looking up just to see if it’s you.

no one notices his odd behavior besides sanji, who knows that zoro’s out of his mind to go after you. “hey moss-head, go wake y/n if you’re so excited to see them,” sanji calls, smiling to himself. zoro doesn’t even have time to retort anything back as he jumps from his seat to go get you.

his heavy hands knock on the door and after hearing a light, “come in,” he enters seeing you rummaging underneath your covers.

“hey zoro, what’re you doing here?” you ask, brushing your messy hair away from your face.

he chuckles, sitting on the edge of your bed, “i wanted to come to get you for breakfast, and maybe talk to you about, uh, last night,” he hopefully murmurs, messing with his thumbs.

you furrow your brows together, “what about last night? i went out with sanji, last night?”

the seriousness in your tone causes zoro’s stomach to do a flip as he immediately stands to his feet. “you—you don’t remember anything else about last night?” he asks in almost a pleading tone.

you look around, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. zoro can feel his face heat up, surely turning a bright red hue to match. a sharp pain strikes his heart as he realizes that just as you say to be, your face matches your clueless expression.

“uh, nevermind. breakfast is ready, so hurry before it gets cold,” he grumbles before hastily making an exit.

you shrug your shoulders, feeling a strange tingling sensation on your lips. you brush it off, beginning to get ready for the day.

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[hotwings0203]

Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me

Tw:noncon, predatory behavior

“I swear he’s getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,” you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.

“Maybe Shigaraki was right,” your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each other’s shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.

“Hey ladies, what’re you two laughing about?” A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima and…Bakugo walking next to you.

Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugo’s glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.

“Huh? Whatcha ya jumpin’ around for?” Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.

“Oh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugo’s quirk is totally villainous. We’re lucky he’s on our side,” Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.

And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugo’s scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.

“But, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?” You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.

“Nope! At least you weren’t, you’re half scared to death of him, isn’t that right Y/N?”

Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.

“Honestly, who isn’t scared of this dude?” He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugo’s hands start curling with smoke.

“Watch it dumbass.” He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that you’re still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.

“My quirk isn’t that scary you idiot. It’s not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-“

But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you can’t help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishima’s shoulders for protection.

“Okay, I get it! You don’t have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.” Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.

Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see you’re actually scared, he’s seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend they’re fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.

“Jesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigaraki’s place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.”

And finally at Denki’s quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugo’s blood starts simmering further.

Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didn’t do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?

Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what you’ll get.

And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that you’re still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.

Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku he’s gonna look like a psycho in comparison.

But at one point you’re by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.

Too bad for you, because when he’s done with you they’ll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.

You’re shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.

“No friends around to gossip about me?”

You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.

Your feet move a step back.

Wrong move.

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesn’t take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?

“Uh, w-what do you mean?” You chuckle nervously.

He doesn’t laugh. In fact, he does something worse.

He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.

At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.

He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.

“Don’t move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? That’s rude, we were just having a normal conversation.”

You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. “‘Kinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.”

He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.

Bakugo doesn’t touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.

“You got a smart mouth don’t you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?”

“Embarrassed you-?” You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?”

Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.

Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.

And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.

Surprisingly, you don’t hear anyone behind you. That doesn’t mean you don’t stop running though.

The real reason you don’t hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.

You’ve just made this so much more interesting.

He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animal’s guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.

You’re panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.

You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. You’ve seen this same face on him when he’s in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.

He’s bloodthirsty. He wants you.

“Running away again? That’s not very heroic of you babe,” he calls out, and it’s terrifyingly infuriating how he’s not out of breath.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.

You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.

Katsuki knows you know he’s even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.

Maybe he was scary.

He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.

There’s a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.

He knock with faux politeness. “You wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?”

You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.

Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell you’re probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.

You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides he’ll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.

He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.

“I’m tryina be nice here, y’know. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Aren’t I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?”

He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.

It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.

The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though it’s only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like he’s going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesn’t.

You don’t know what you’d rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.

But you needn’t sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.

You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.

“Ready or not little bitch, here I come.”

“Bakugo, wait-!”

But your plea doesn’t last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think he’s blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.

“‘Thought I made it clear by now that you can’t run. So why’d you try to leave? Huh? Think you’re smarter than me? You think you’re stronger than me?”

He’s stalking forward again, and you’re left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.

He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.

With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.

Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. He’s everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you’re sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.

Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.

When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.

“You lookin’ here bitch? Good.”

His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.

“S’not so scary after all is it? You’re reacting better to it than I thought.” Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.

“Okay, I get it, please stop I don’t like it!” You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.

“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you get it. But honestly, I don’t care if you don’t like it.

Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, ‘specially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.”

You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but it’s like a butterfly’s touch to him, barely producing any fruition.

“I kept wondering to myself: why do I care if she’s scared of it? And then I realized,” he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.

“You just looked good enough to eat when you know you’re beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.”

He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. “Makes you look good enough to eat.”

And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.

Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.

Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.

You can’t even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.

“You-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?” He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.

Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.

With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.

The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.

He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.

When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.

His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.

His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesn’t heave, because he’s at ease with your terror.

“You think you know fear?”

With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesn’t cover your mouth.

“You haven’t met me truly yet.”

[absolutepokemontrash]

What about them reacting to a MC that's the complete opposite of them with the bros? (Sorry if you've done this already!!)

No! I haven’t done something like this yet! Please enjoy!

Lucifer Vs. Humility in Human Form

…this human is driving him up the wall and they haven’t even done anything wrong.

They have such a low view of their own importance, which can be seen as a pretty shitty thing but they- this fucking human-

They admit their mistakes, they’re willing to learn, they keep an open mind, CAN THEY JUST STOP. THEY’RE MAKING LUCIFER LOOK BAD!

Ugh… now they’re offering to help with his paperwork… sure human. Help him out.

Tsk, as annoying as this human is, they should at least have a little confidence in themselves. They do good work. Like geez… take some amount of pride in what they do, it’s not like it’d kill them.

Mammon vs. The Person He’s Gradually Squeezing Money Out of but he Feels Real Bad About It

Huh, so the stupid human’s going to buy him lunch? Good! He deserves it after he spent all that time lookin’ after them! And they’re gonna get him new sunglasses? Awesome!

The human is Mammon’s second wallet, and our favourite greedy demon is milking for all it’s worth.

…he feels kinda bad to be honest… just a smidge! Not ‘cause he likes the human or nothin’ it’s just that… uh… ONLY HE GETS TO USE THEM AS A WALKING ATM! THAT’S WHY!

Phew… crisis averted…

But yea, Mammon gets very nervous about people taking advantage of his MC, so it gradually gets him to slightly ease up on the “HUMAN! BUY ME THIS!”

Levi vs. Human with Good Vibes

…how is the human not self conscious about… anything???? Like, Levi could absolutely pwn them in any game and they’d just shrug it off and congratulate him!

HAEEEEH? No jealousy?! No desperate need to be the best?! No envy?! …man…

MC just has immaculate vibes and works to better themselves. They keep trying to tell Levi that there’s always going to be someone better than him at something, and that he should just enjoy what he’s doing.

It doesn’t help that MC goes outside, and exercises, and does… NOT Otaku things!

Does not compute. Does not compute. Computational overload-

It doesn’t stop MC though, they work tirelessly to try and help Levi understand his own self worth and defeat his envy. They uh… have their work cut out for them…

Satan vs. “Calm down, relaxation, chill out, stop screaming.”

This human just doesn’t seem to get angry… they have a god-like level of patience. At first Satan just thought he was overestimating how angry a human could get, but in reality MC was just very very calm.

They weren’t one for book reading either, which irked Satan a little, but it wasn’t a friendship dealbreaker.

MC’s very open with who they really are, they don’t hide anything behind fake smiles and pretty words. As we know, that’s not exactly Satan’s thing, but he can respect MC for being like that.

Satan and MC just vibe together in the same room. MC themselves is a calming figure.

Asmodeus vs. Dense, Chaste, and Afraid

My oh my~ what a cute little human. Asmo immediately got his flirt on, but this human was just so… dense???? They got NONE of the innuendos Asmo was spewing.

The human was so awkward too, nothing like Mr. Social Butterfly Asmodeus. He couldn’t go out with them without them looking like they were going to spontaneously combust!

At one point, Asmo got so frustrated that MC didn’t seem to be understanding his flirting, he straight up asked to have sex with MC.

“MC, babe, would you like to commence coitus? I am incredibly attracted to you, and I enjoy your company.” “Oh! Uh… I didn’t know you felt that way about me Asmo…” “H O W?!”

Beelzebub vs. “No, I’m good! I’m not hungry!”

Is MC… not hungry? :( are they sick? That’s so sad omg-

MC is expressive, Beel has RBF, MC is as prickly as a cactus, Beel is a teddy bear. Don’t worry, Beel will still hug cactusy MC :D

MC’s also quite lazy too, Beel doesn’t particularly mind, he’s already used to helping out Belphie.

Belphegor vs. “Jesus Fucking Christ do You Ever Sleep?!”

Human. Human no. Human stop. Stop moving just sit the fuck down.

Belphie gets tired just looking at MC work, they do all their chores with a sweet smile on their face too. Man… this human is way too perky while doing ugh, work.

MC is very open with their emotions, unlike Belphie, who stews angrily and can hold a grudge like no other.

It’s hard for demons to change, but maybe Belphie could learn some things from MC. Please. PLEASE learn something from MC Belphie we’re begging you here!

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I really ran out of ideas with this one… sorry guys :/

[monocaelia]

comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."

[malphantasias]

Divorce Quartet Headcanons!

Because I might just implode if i do nothing☆

Divorce Quartet consists of Pearl, Scott, Martyn and Cleo btw!

I've never made a headcanon list before either so this is sure to be a time.

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Scott

Sometimes when he's in a silly goofy mood, he blows his goat horn for the specific intent of annoying Martyn; consecutively if he knows Martyn is nearby.

He's a glowy dude. His green streak seems to shimmer when it hits the light justtt right.

Though he rejected Pearl, he is still undeniably worried for her safety, and not just as "well I'll die if she dies". Genuine concern. You can't pry their LL smp dynamic even from my cold dead hands...

Living his best cottagecore life with Cleo! They have frequent meetings where they just vibe and hang out and have a great time. And if it's a bad day where they're getting a lot of damage from their soulbounds, they talk it out with each other and they help each other get through the transmitted pain.

Scott is still holding the grudge of the first session of their souldbounds going off on their own, but between him and cleo, with the right words I think he'd be willing to take them back. It would be awkward as hell when they aren't trying to survive, but better this than your soulbound suddenly dying yknow?

It's Scott's chaotic arc guys! Not that he ever left it but it's definitely obvious here this time. He either comes up with either great ideas or bad ideas that metaphorically (and sometimes literally) blow up in your face in a funny way. No in between. He deserves that after everything.

Every now and then, he feels the phantom pain of his life ending from Last Life SMP due to unnatural it was. He worries that Pearl will feel it through their link.

Martyn

He bounces a lot between groups of other soulmates.

He hates Cleo. Cleo hates him. It's a match made in hell boys. Is still careful about taking damage but sometimes just out of spite he'll make her do all the healing.

He hopes emotional pain can't be felt through the soulbound link. Sure him and cleo hate each other now but... it still stings knowing you got rejected before could even happen.

Martyn feels like an unapologetic person. He only felt a smudge of hesitation before rejecting pearl and going off on his own. Unless it benefits him, i dont know if he'll even want to join up with pearl again, much less scott and cleo.

Ok but like. Totally freeloads off of the other soulmate pairs of the server. Man has become a travelling hobo.

Pearl

Not sure of what yet but I really want Pearl to girlboss just a bit too close to the sun.

She got herself a small quaint home for herself and tilly.

She starts to actively feel guilty when she takes damage and does make real attempts to try and lessen it.

Holding out a tiny bit of hope for the GGG's to make a reunion, no matter how miniscule.

Ok but also... red life GGG reunion and Pearl is the reason why. I will not elaborate.

Cleo

Unlike Scott she knows how to hold a grudge. Earning her trust when you've pre-emptively destroyed it is like trying to feed someone suspicious stew that definitely has poisonous properties and they know it.

Since the last life rule of red lives having to isolate themselves is gone, she'll definitely stick together with Scott if one of them goes red first. Why would she ever abandon the soulmate that SHE'S chosen?

She knows Martyn sometimes doesn't heal on purpose to piss her off and my god does it work. Scott has to keep her from going on a rampage and tearing martyn to pieces herself.

Her and scott made their own thing to represent their chosen soulmate thing; an idea she came up with. Maybe they made flower crowns and exchanged it. Maybe it's something much more meaningful because I'm not that big brain. I like the idea that they represented their soulmate thing their own way.

And that's it, I'm done! Just a bunch of food for thought huh lmao