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Hi! Just wanted to say Iâm in love with your TWST writing. Was just reading the white rabbit series and Iâm hooked. In part 3 we see that White Rabbit! Reader is 100% not ok, mostly because nothing has changed. They still have all their work to do, all their school work, all the ârequestsâ from the NRC boys and staff, and they are STILL being teased. Sure the teasing may have changed a little but itâs still there. Reader is still being brushed aside, not listened to. Characters like Crewel and Leona may say they like the change, and that kinda hurts? They like reader being burnt out and just so worn down? Everyone seems to have comments on what they think, but have they asked what our little rabbit thinks? What reader feels? Do any of them realize just how much our White Rabbit actually does for everyone?
I kinda want to see White Rabbit! Reader snap again and just get teary eyed and say how the other overblots got support and can change, but reader still has a role. Reader canât stop doing their work. They just canât care anymore because itâs clear others donât care about them. If others think itâs so good for them to be like this then what does that mean? Reader doesnât want to be stressed out. They donât want to lash out and hurt others, they never did. But they just feel so worn and done with it all.
IDK I just see it being such good hurt/comfort fic material. Rabbits may be prey but they arenât just weak and defenseless. Our little rabbit thought has just had enough. Iâd love to see your take on this.
Hope youâre doing well!
White Rabbit! Reader Aftermath
Original Ask ; Rabbit Overblots ; Overblot Aftermath
Characters: All NRC + Staff, Rollo, Neige, Che'nya
hi! I'm sorry it took so long, it went way too long and got out of hand. i hope you like it <3
Riddle Rosehearts:
Riddle noticed something was wrong. It was in the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of another endless list of tasks. It was in the way your normally brisk pace had slowed, as if each step you took was through quicksand. But he didn't say anythingânot at first.
You were always like this, werenât you? Always running late, always fretting about something. He just assumed it was your usual nervous nature.
Except, it wasn't.
The change was subtle, but there was something different in your eyes now. Something darker. You still did the work, you still completed each task with quiet efficiency, but the politeness had taken on an edge of detachment. You werenât anxious anymoreâyou were done.
"Here's the report you wanted," you said one evening, handing him a set of documents. Your voice was flat, no longer laced with the apprehension heâd grown used to. There was no fidgeting, no desperate need for approval in your tone.
Riddle paused, looking up from his desk. "Is everything alright?" The question was curt, almost accusatory, as if he was more irritated by your change in demeanor than concerned.
You gave him a tired smile. "Does it matter?"
His brows furrowed. "Of course it matters! Youâve been acting strange."
You laughedâa bitter, hollow sound that sent a shiver down his spine. âStrange? No, Riddle, Iâve been tired. Youâve never noticed that before, have you?â
The air between you stilled, a suffocating weight pressing down as he processed your words. You were always so compliant, so willing to go along with everything. Heâd assumed you preferred it that way. After all, hadnât you always done your work without complaint?
But now, seeing the exhaustion etched into your face, the lifelessness behind your eyes, he realized heâd been wrong. Heâd taken your compliance as a given, never once considering the toll it had been taking on you.
âWhy didnât you say something?â he asked, but the question felt hollow even as it left his lips.
âWould you have listened?â you shot back, your voice soft but cutting. âWhen have any of you ever really listened to what I have to say?â
Riddle swallowed hard, the sting of your words settling deep in his chest. He prided himself on fairness, on order, but he hadnât been fair to you. He hadnât been listening.
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with something that felt dangerously close to vulnerability. âI should have seen it. I didnât realize how much I was asking of you."
You shook your head, not in anger, but in resignation. âIâm not asking for much, Riddle. I just need someone to care. Really care.â
For the first time, Riddle felt helpless, unsure of how to fix what had been broken between you. But he stepped forward, awkwardly placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to offer some comfortâan unspoken promise to do better.
âIâll be better,â he murmured, âfor you.â
Trey Clover:
Trey always noticed things. The way you bit your lip when you were nervous, the way your eyes darted around as if you were constantly expecting something to go wrong. But now, things were different.
It wasnât the nervous energy that worried him. It was the stillness.
You sat at the table in the Heartslabyul kitchen, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of you. You had come to help him prepare for the next Unbirthday Party, like you always did, but tonight you barely spoke.
Trey placed a cup of tea in front of you, watching as you absently reached for it. âYou okay?â he asked gently.
You blinked, as if snapping out of a daze, and gave him a tired smile. âIâm fine.â
But you werenât. You hadnât been for a while now.
Trey sat down across from you, resting his elbows on the table as he studied your face. âYou donât look fine. Youâve been quiet lately. More than usual.â
You shrugged, staring down into your cup. âJust tired, I guess.â
Trey wasnât sure what to say. He wasnât good with words, not in the way Cater or Riddle were. But he didnât need words to see that something was wrong. The way your hands trembled slightly as you held the cup, the way your shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world.
âYouâve been overworking yourself, havenât you?â he asked, voice soft but firm.
You let out a dry laugh. âWhen am I not overworked?â
Trey frowned. âThatâs not fair to you.â
âNo, itâs not,â you agreed quietly, setting the cup down. âBut itâs whatâs expected, isnât it? Someone has to keep things running smoothly.â
He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His fingers were warm, steadyâa stark contrast to the coldness you felt creeping into your bones.
âYou donât have to do it alone, you know,â he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. âYou can ask for help.â
You shook your head, the weight of his kindness almost unbearable. âAnd burden everyone else? I donât want to be a problem.â
Treyâs grip on your hand tightened slightly. âYouâre not a problem. Youâre important. To all of us.â
You looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time that night, and the sincerity in his eyes nearly broke you. He meant it. He really meant it.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. âIâve just been so tired, Trey. I donât know how much more I can take.â
He stood then, moving around the table to pull you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you with a quiet strength that made you feel safeâreally safeâfor the first time in weeks.
âItâs okay,â he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. âIâve got you.â
Cater Diamond:
Cater was all smiles and sunshine. Thatâs what people saw. But he noticed thingsâsmall things, cracks in peopleâs facades. He was an expert at it because he had so many cracks of his own.
So, when he saw you dragging yourself through the day, your usual nervous energy replaced by something much darker, much heavier, he didnât ignore it.
âHey! Letâs take a selfie!â he chirped, pulling out his phone as he bounced over to you.
You blinked, staring at him like you hadnât heard a word. âIâm not in the mood, Cater.â
Cater paused, lowering his phone. That was definitely not like you. Normally, even if you were frazzled, youâd humor him. You always did.
âYou sure?â he asked, tilting his head as he scrutinized your face. âYouâre looking kinda down, you know.â
You sighed, rubbing at your eyes. âIâm just⌠tired, Cater. Iâm really tired."
Cater dropped the playful act immediately, his smile fading as he tucked his phone away. âYou wanna talk about it?â
You shook your head. âNo one wants to hear me complain.â
âCome on, donât be like that,â he said, sitting down next to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. âIâm here for you, okay? Whatâs up?â
You hesitated, biting your lip as the weight of everything threatened to crash down on you. âItâs just⌠everything. No one listens. No one notices. I do all this work, and no one cares. Itâs like Iâm invisible.â
Cater frowned, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. âHey, thatâs not true. We care. I care.â
You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. âDo you? Do any of you? Or am I just the White Rabbit, always running around, doing everyoneâs bidding, never being heard?â
Caterâs heart ached at the pain in your voice. Heâd been so wrapped up in his own facade, his own distractions, that he hadnât realized just how much you were hurting.
âIâm sorry,â he said quietly, his usual playful tone replaced with sincerity. âI shouldâve noticed. I shouldâve asked sooner.â
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes as you tried to hold yourself together. âItâs not your fault. I just⌠I donât know how much more of this I can take.â
Cater pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder as he whispered, âYouâre not alone, okay? Youâve got me. Youâve got all of us."
Ace Trappola:
Ace wasnât exactly the most sensitive person in the world, but even he wasnât oblivious to the way you had been acting lately. You were quieter than usual, more withdrawn. It wasnât like you at all.
âYo, whatâs up with you?â Ace asked as he plopped down next to you in the courtyard, his usual smirk in place. âYouâve been acting super weird lately.â
You didnât even look up from your book. âIâm fine.â
Ace narrowed his eyes. âNah, youâre not. You
Ace narrowed his eyes. âNah, youâre not. Youâre like, super off. Whatâs going on? You never act like this.â
You finally looked up from your book, your expression weary and drained, like someone who had been running for far too long. âIâm just⌠tired, Ace.â
âTired?â He scoffed, nudging your shoulder. âWe all get tired, but you look like youâre about to keel over.â
You sighed, closing the book and turning to face him. âItâs not that kind of tired. Itâs the kind of tired where youâve been working non-stop, doing everything everyone asks of you, and no one ever bothers to ask if you need help.â
Ace blinked, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. He opened his mouth, then closed it, frowning as if he didnât quite know how to respond. âWait, is this about all the stuff weâve been asking you to do? âCause I didnât thinkââ
âThatâs the problem, Ace,â you interrupted, voice tight with frustration. âNo one ever thinks. You all just assume Iâll do it, and I do, because I donât want to let anyone down. But Iâm tired. Iâm so tired.â
He shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. âLook, I⌠I didnât realize it was that bad. I just figured you liked doing stuff like thatâkeeping busy, you know?â
You let out a humorless laugh. âLiked it? I do it because I donât have a choice. You all ask, and I say yes because thatâs whatâs expected of me. But no one ever asks if Iâm okay, or if I need a break.â
Aceâs smirk was gone now, replaced with an uncharacteristic seriousness. He didnât like feeling guiltyâhe hated it, in factâbut there was no denying the weight of your words.
â...Damn,â he muttered, looking away. âI didnât know. Iâm sorry, okay? I didnât mean to⌠you know, pile all that stuff on you.â
You slumped back against the bench, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. âItâs not just you. Itâs everyone. But I appreciate the apology.â
Ace was quiet for a moment before he nudged you again, a little gentler this time. âHey, listen. Iâm not exactly good at this whole feelings thing, but⌠you donât have to do all this alone, okay? Next time youâre feeling burnt out, just say something. Iâm not completely heartless, you know.â
A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. âIâll keep that in mind.â
âGood,â Ace said with a grin, his usual cocky tone returning. âAnd donât worry, Iâll be the first to jump in and tell everyone to back off. I got your back.â
For the first time in a while, you felt a little lighter. âThanks, Ace.â
Deuce Spade:
Deuce always noticed when something was off, especially when it came to people he cared about. So when you started acting distant, quieter than usual, it didnât take long for him to pick up on it.
He found you one afternoon sitting by the fountain, staring blankly at the water. You didnât even notice when he approached, lost in your own thoughts.
âHey,â Deuce said softly, sitting down beside you. âYou okay?â
You blinked, looking over at him like you hadnât even realized he was there. âOh. Deuce. Yeah, Iâm fine.â
He frowned, not buying it for a second. âYou donât look fine. Youâve been really quiet lately.â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âIâm just⌠tired. Itâs been a lot.â
Deuce tilted his head, his concern growing. âA lot of what?â
You hesitated, unsure if you should even bother explaining. But then again, Deuce wasnât like the others. He wasnât someone who would brush you off or tease you for feeling overwhelmed.
âItâs just⌠everything,â you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âAll the tasks, the work, the pressure. Itâs like no one ever stops to think about how much I have on my plate. I keep doing everything they ask because I donât want to let anyone down, but Iâm at my limit.â
Deuceâs frown deepened. He had always admired your work ethic, your ability to handle so much without complaint. But now, seeing you like thisâso drained, so worn outâit hurt him in a way he hadnât expected.
âI didnât know it was that bad,â he said quietly, his voice laced with guilt. âWhy didnât you say something?â
You shook your head, your eyes cast down. âWould anyone have listened?â
Deuce was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as he processed your words. He hated that you had been carrying this burden alone, that you felt like no one cared enough to notice. He wasnât good with words, but he wasnât going to let you suffer in silence anymore.
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice firm but gentle. âI shouldâve noticed. I shouldâve done something sooner.â
You glanced up at him, surprised by the intensity in his eyes. âItâs not your fault, Deuce. I just⌠I didnât want to be a burden.â
âYouâre not a burden,â Deuce said, his tone resolute. âYouâre one of the strongest people I know. But even strong people need help sometimes.â
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and for the first time in weeks, you felt the weight on your shoulders lighten just a little.
Deuce reached out, gently taking your hand in his. âYou donât have to do this alone. Iâll help you, okay? Whatever you need, just say the word.â
You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling with gratitude. âThank you, Deuce.â
He smiled, a soft, reassuring smile that made you feel like maybeâjust maybeâyou werenât as alone as you thought.
And in that moment, sitting by the fountain with Deuce by your side, you finally felt like you could breathe again.
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona was lounging in his usual spot in the botanical garden, eyes half-lidded as he observed you marching around like some overworked servant. It had been days since your overblot, but not much had changed for you. The requests from students, the impossible deadlines from professors, the teasing from those who had the nerve to think your meekness made you an easy targetâit was all still there. But now, there was something else in you too: a biting cynicism that wasnât there before.
And Leona noticed.
âYouâre looking different these days, Herbivore,â Leona drawled from his spot, smirking when you paused to look at him. âI like it. That whole âcynical, done-with-everyoneâs-bullshitâ vibe suits you.â
You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to ignore him. âYeah, well. I guess you could say Iâve had a change in perspective.â
Leona raised a brow, sitting up slightly. âAbout time. You were way too nice, always letting people walk all over you. This version of you? Itâs more interesting.â
You shouldâve been fine with his words. Normally, you wouldâve brushed it off, even if the new cynicism was a product of your exhaustion and burnout. But hearing Leona praise you for being this way, like the months of silent suffering were a badge of honorâit was too much.
You dropped your books and spun around, the words spilling out before you could stop yourself. âInteresting?! You think this is interesting? Iâve been running myself into the ground, doing everything everyone asks of me because Iâm too tired to say no. Iâm burned out, Leona. Iâm not âmore interesting,â Iâm barely holding it together!â
Your voice broke at the end, and before you knew it, you were trembling. All the stress, all the exhaustion, it came pouring out in one unguarded moment.
Leona blinked, taken aback by your outburst. He hadnât expected you to break down like this. Slowly, he stood up from his spot and approached you, his usual lazy expression replaced by something more serious.
âHey,â he said, his voice lower now, gentler. âI didnât mean it like that.â
You tried to hold back the tears, but it was too late. Your whole body was shaking with the weight of everything youâd been carrying, and the stress of it all finally crashed over you like a wave. You covered your face with your hands, overwhelmed and embarrassed.
âI canât do this anymore,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Leona sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stood there awkwardly for a moment. Comforting people wasnât exactly his strong suit, but seeing you like thisâit stirred something in him.
âAlright, alright, come here,â he muttered, pulling you into a loose hug, his arms warm and strong around you. âYou donât gotta keep doing everything, you know? I know I give you a hard time, but even I donât think you should burn out like this.â
You hesitated, but then let yourself lean into him, your tears soaking into his shirt as you tried to calm down.
âI just⌠I donât know how to stop,â you whispered.
Leona sighed again, holding you a little tighter. âThen maybe itâs time to start saying no. And if people give you grief, send âem my way. Iâll take care of it.â
You let out a shaky laugh, the absurdity of Leona offering to help in his own gruff way almost making you feel a little better. Almost.
âThanks,â you mumbled, your voice still small but a little more steady. âI⌠I needed that.â
He didnât respond, just held you a little longer until your breathing finally evened out. And though he didnât say it, you could tellâdespite his teasing, despite his indifferenceâLeona wasnât about to let you crumble under the pressure. Not on his watch.
Ruggie Bucchi:
Ruggie had always been good at picking up on little details. As someone who thrived on reading people, it wasnât hard for him to notice that something was up with you. The way you dragged your feet through the halls, the forced smile youâd plaster on whenever someone asked you for a favorâit wasnât hard to tell you were burning out.
âOi, you look like youâve been run over by a stampede,â Ruggie commented, popping up beside you in the cafeteria one afternoon. He snatched a bite of your sandwich before you could react, grinning when you barely even protested. âWhatâs up with you? Youâre usually a little more, I dunno, lively.â
You glanced at him, too tired to even scold him for stealing your food. âIâm just tired, Ruggie. Really tired.â
Ruggie raised a brow, his grin faltering a little. âTired? Like, you havenât slept? Or tired like âIâm about to drop dead from all the stuff Iâve been doing for other peopleâ tired?â
You gave him a look, and he immediately understood. âAhh, the second one, huh? Thatâs rough, man.â
You sighed, pushing your tray away. âItâs just⌠itâs a lot. I keep doing everything everyone asks, and no one ever stops to think that maybe I need a break. I donât know how much longer I can keep this up.â
Ruggie frowned, his usual mischievous expression softening. He wasnât one for heartfelt speeches, but he knew what it was like to be overworked and overlooked. He had spent most of his life like that, after all.
âHey, look, you donât gotta do everything, yâknow?â he said, leaning back in his chair. âPeople here? Theyâll keep asking as long as you keep saying yes. But if youâre feeling wiped, maybe itâs time to start saying no. Youâre not a machine.â
You let out a humorless laugh. âEasier said than done.â
Ruggie shrugged, snatching another bite of your food before giving you a playful grin. âWell, if it helps, Iâll start saying no for you. Anyone bothers you, just send âem my way. I can be real convincing when I wanna be.â
You smiled, a small, genuine one this time. âThanks, Ruggie.â
âNo problem,â he said, his grin widening. âAnd hey, donât stress. Iâve got your back.â
Jack Howl:
Jack had always been observant, especially when it came to his friends. So when you started acting differentâquieter, more withdrawnâit didnât take long for him to notice. He wasnât the type to pry, but he couldnât just stand by and do nothing.
One afternoon, he found you sitting outside the gym, your head in your hands. He approached cautiously, not wanting to startle you.
âHey,â he said, his voice soft but firm. âYou okay?â
You looked up, surprised to see him. âOh, Jack. Yeah, Iâm fine.â
He frowned, his golden eyes narrowing. âYou donât look fine.â
You sighed, leaning back against the wall. âIâm just⌠tired. Itâs been a lot.â
Jack sat down beside you, his posture straight and steady. âA lot of what?â
You hesitated, but something about Jackâs calm presence made it easier to open up. âEverything. School, work, everyone asking me for favors. Itâs like no one ever thinks I might need a break. I just⌠I donât know how to keep up.â
Jack was quiet for a moment, his expression thoughtful. He had always admired your work ethic, but seeing you so worn outâit didnât sit right with him.
âYou donât have to do it all alone, you know,â Jack said, his voice steady. âYouâve always been there for everyone else. Let me be there for you this time.â
You blinked, surprised by his words. Jack wasnât usually one for grand gestures, but his sincerity was unmistakable.
âI donât want to be a burden,â you murmured.
âYouâre not a burden,â Jack said firmly, his eyes meeting yours. âYouâre one of the strongest people I know. But even the strongest need help sometimes.â
The weight of his words hit you, and for the first time in days, you felt like you didnât have to carry everything alone.
âThanks, Jack,â you said softly, your heart feeling a little lighter.
He nodded, his usual serious expression softening into a small, reassuring smile. âAnytime.â
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul was a businessman at heart, sharp-eyed and always aware of peopleâs shifts in demeanor. He had noticed, of course, that your usually skittish nature had dulled over the past few weeks. At first, heâd dismissed it as another bout of anxiety, something he could handle with a few soft words or requests framed as favors. But now, after your overblot, he couldnât ignore the change.
The sharp edge of your exhaustion was a palpable thing.
He found you in the library, surrounded by textbooks, scribbling notes with a frenetic energy that felt more like desperation than focus. He watched you for a moment, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he adjusted them.
âAh, there you are,â he said smoothly, striding over to you. âIâve been meaning to discuss our little arrangement. It seems you havenât fulfilled your duties as of late.â
You didnât even look up. âNot now, Azul.â
Azul blinked. That was⌠new. Usually, your nervousness kicked in the moment you even thought you���d disappointed him. Now? Nothing. Just tired resignation.
He sat down across from you, leaning forward. âYou seem⌠different, lately.â
You sighed, setting your pen down with a shaky hand. âYeah. I guess I am.â
Azulâs confidence faltered. âYouâre⌠not going to elaborate?â
Finally, you met his eyes. âWhat do you want me to say, Azul? That Iâm fine? That everything is just peachy? Because itâs not. Iâm tired. And not in the âoh, I need a napâ way. In the âI donât know how to keep goingâ way.â
His brows furrowed. That wasnât what he expected. Azul wasnât always the best at handling raw emotion, especially when it wasnât something he could exploit or fix with a contract. But for some reason, hearing you say that struck a chord in him he didnât often feel.
âHave you⌠considered taking a break?â he offered, almost hesitant.
You laughed, a bitter sound that made his stomach twist uncomfortably. âA break? When? Between the assignments, the favors, the expectations? When would I possibly have time for that?â
Azul was silent, watching the weight of your words settle in the air between you. For once, he didnât have a calculated response. He didnât know what to say to someone who was clearly at the end of their rope.
After a moment, he placed his hands on the table, fingers lacing together. âPerhaps Iâve asked too much of you. I⌠didnât realize the extent.â
You shook your head, eyes distant. âItâs not just you, Azul. Itâs everything.â
And for the first time, Azul didnât know how to respond with anything but quiet understanding.
Jade Leech:
Jade had always been observant. His eyes tracked your movements from the moment you entered the lounge, slower, more deliberate than usual. Your once-anxious energy had dulled into something colder, more cynical. There was no hesitation in your step now, but there was no spark either.
He approached you, ever the gentleman, with a soft smile. âAh, Prefect, itâs good to see you. I hope youâre not overworking yourself.â
You gave him a look, flat and unimpressed. âFunny.â
Jade raised an eyebrow at your tone. âI was being sincere.â
âYeah, sure.â You walked past him, barely acknowledging his presence. Jade felt something akin to amusement, though there was an edge of concern to it. He followed after you, steps as smooth as ever.
âI must say, your demeanor has changed since the⌠incident.â
You turned to face him, crossing your arms. âYou mean the overblot? Yeah, I guess thatâll change a person.â
Jadeâs eyes gleamed with curiosity. âYou seem less⌠timid.â
âMaybe Iâm just tired of being scared,â you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. âItâs exhausting.â
Jade tilted his head, studying you with a quiet intensity. âI see. And this exhaustionâhow do you plan to handle it?â
You let out a sharp laugh, devoid of humor. âHandle it? I donât know, Jade. How do you handle it when youâre expected to do everything and still be okay?â
He paused, not expecting such bluntness from you. His smile softened just a fraction. âPerhaps you should give yourself permission to fail once in a while.â
You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. Jade rarely dropped his formal, polite mask, but there was something almost⌠genuine in his suggestion. For once, he wasnât teasing or testing you. He was offering something that felt like understanding.
âIâll try,â you said softly, feeling a lump in your throat. âIâll try.â
Floyd Leech:
Floyd had always loved messing with you. You were jumpy, reactive, and so easy to fluster. It was fun, in the way that poking at a small, defenseless animal was fun to a predator. But now? Now you didnât react at all.
He leaned over your shoulder one day in the cafeteria, poking your cheek. âHeyyyy, Rabbity, whatcha doinâ? Youâre not runninâ away from me today?â
You barely spared him a glance. âNot today, Floyd.â
Floyd blinked, frowning at your monotone response. Usually, youâd stammer, scurry away, or at least give him something fun to work with. Now? Nothing.
âWhatâs wrong with you? Youâre no fun anymore.â He flopped down beside you, pouting dramatically. âYouâre always so serious now.â
You sighed, not even looking up from your food. âMaybe Iâm tired of being the punchline, Floyd.â
That made him pause. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. âHuh?â
âI said,â you turned to face him, eyes weary and tired, âIâm tired, Floyd. Iâm tired of always being the one everyone messes with. Iâm tired of being everyoneâs joke.â
Floydâs pout deepened, but now there was confusion in his eyes. âI didnât mean it like that⌠Itâs just fun, yâknow?â
âWell, itâs not fun for me anymore,â you said quietly, turning back to your food.
Floyd didnât say anything for a long moment, his usual mischievous energy fizzling out. He wasnât good at dealing with⌠feelings. But something about the way you lookedâso small, so tiredâmade his chest feel tight in a way he didnât like.
He leaned back, crossing his arms. âYouâre no fun when youâre all sad like this.â
You snorted softly. âYeah, well. Life isnât always fun.â
Floyd stayed silent for a while, the frown still on his face. Then, suddenly, he draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. âDonât get all boring on me, okay? I like it when Shrimpyâs feisty.â
You couldnât help but chuckle, just a little. It was a weak sound, but it was something. Floyd grinned at that, squeezing you tighter.
âSee? Thereâs the Rabbity I like.â
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim had always been sunshine, too bright for his own good. Heâd been one of the few who never seemed to notice how much the constant pressure was getting to you. His joy and excitement for life often overshadowed the quieter struggles of those around him, including you.
After your overblot, Kalimâs usual exuberance had dimmed. Heâd been visibly shaken, his bright smile faltering when he saw you again. He greeted you with his usual enthusiasm, but there was a tremor of uncertainty in his voice.
âHey! How are you feeling? Do you want to have a party? To celebrate you feeling better?â
You glanced up at him, eyes hollow. âIâm fine, Kalim.â
He tilted his head, concerned. âAre you sure? You donât sound fine. Maybe some music and dancing will cheer you up!â
Normally, his carefree energy mightâve been endearing, but today it grated on your nerves. You shook your head, feeling the weight of your exhaustion press down harder. âIâm tired, Kalim.â
His smile wavered. âOh⌠well, we can have a quiet party then! Just you, me, and Jamil. We donât even have to dance if you donât want to.â
You sighed, finally looking at him, and the moment he saw the weariness in your eyes, his face fell. The ever-bubbly Kalim looked⌠lost.
âKalim,â you said, rubbing your temples, âIâm tired. Really tired. And itâs not the kind of tired that a party can fix.â
Kalimâs eyes widened. âOh⌠I didnât realize you were that tired.â He shifted, fidgeting with his bracelets. âI donât like seeing you like this. Youâre always working so hard, and I thought maybe I could make you smile...â
Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. Kalim, for all his obliviousness, genuinely cared. His way of expressing it might have been overwhelming, but there was no doubt that his concern was real.
âI appreciate it,â you said softly, giving him a small, tired smile. âBut right now, I just need to rest.â
Kalimâs shoulders slumped, but he nodded. âOkay, no party then. Just⌠let me know if thereâs anything I can do to help, alright?â
You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. âThank you, Kalim.â
He smiled again, softer this time, but still as warm as ever. âAnything for you.â
Jamil Viper:
Jamil was observantâpainfully so. Unlike Kalim, heâd seen the signs of your burnout long before you reached the point of overblotting. But Jamil, being Jamil, hadnât stepped in. Not because he didnât care, but because he knew what it was like to carry the weight of responsibilities without complaint. In his eyes, everyone had their burdens to bear.
Still, seeing you now, after everything, was unsettling.
You were in Scarabia, helping Kalim with some menial task that Jamil knew couldâve been handled by literally anyone else. Your once jittery energy had dulled to something almost robotic, and Jamil couldnât shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
He approached you cautiously, arms crossed. âYouâve been quieter than usual.â
You didnât look up from your work. âJust tired.â
Jamilâs eyes narrowed. âYouâve been âjust tiredâ for a while now.â
You sighed, finally pausing and turning to face him. âI overblotted, Jamil. What do you expect?â
He didnât flinch at your words, but the tension in the air thickened. Jamil had always been blunt, but seeing you like this stirred something in him that he didnât quite like.
âOverblot or not, youâre still here, doing things that arenât your responsibility,â he said, voice flat. âWhy?â
âBecause if I donât, who will?â you snapped, the bitterness in your voice surprising even yourself. You were sick of it. Sick of doing everything and being noticed for nothing. âEveryone expects me to keep going, so I keep going.â
Jamilâs expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyesâguilt, perhaps. He had been part of that cycle, hadnât he? Always asking, always expecting, never really considering how much you were carrying on your own.
After a moment, he sighed, his voice softer than usual. âYou donât have to keep going like this, you know.â
You blinked, surprised by the sudden gentleness in his tone. âWhat?â
âYou donât have to be everything to everyone,â Jamil continued, glancing away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âI know what itâs like to feel like youâre trapped in expectations, but⌠burning yourself out wonât fix anything.â
For a moment, you were silent, the weight of his words settling over you. It wasnât like Jamil to be so direct about emotionsâat least, not with you. He always kept a safe distance, but now, he was offering something more genuine.
You let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. âI donât know how to stop.â
Jamilâs gaze softened, just slightly. âYouâre not alone in this. You have people who care. You donât have to carry it all by yourself.â
It wasnât much, but it was enough to crack the walls youâd built around yourself. The exhaustion, the stress, it all felt a little lighter in that moment.
âThanks, Jamil,â you said quietly, giving him a tired smile.
Jamil gave a small nod, his usual stoicism returning. âJust⌠try not to overwork yourself again. I have enough on my plate with Kalim.â
You chuckled, the sound weak but genuine. âIâll try.â
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil had always been a stickler for perfection. His eyes caught every flaw, every imperfection, even the ones that others didnât noticeâor couldnât care about. So, it was no surprise when he caught you slouching, your hair slightly disheveled, and your usual anxious attention to detail completely absent.
You were exhaustedâburnt out to the point where nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Vil clicked his tongue in disapproval as he crossed his arms. âYouâve really let yourself go, havenât you?â
His tone was sharp, but the comment barely made a dent in your shell of apathy. You just blinked up at him, too tired to even flinch at the judgment.
âYeah,â you muttered, barely audible. âI guess I have.â
Vilâs violet eyes narrowed, and he placed a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. âThis isnât like you. The White Rabbit I know was always meticulous, even when the rest of you was a mess.â
The words echoed in the air, but you didnât respond. You knew he wasnât wrong. The old you wouldâve scrambled to fix your appearance, to make sure you lived up to Vilâs impossible standards. But now, you felt too tired to care. What did it matter?
Vilâs frown deepened as he studied you, and something flickered in his gazeâsomething like concern. âYouâre not even going to argue?â he asked, voice softer than before.
You shrugged, staring at your hands. âWhatâs the point?â
For a moment, there was silence. Vil wasnât used to thisâthis version of you that didnât rise to meet his expectations or bristle under his critiques. The fire that once kept you moving, always trying to prove yourself, was gone.
And it scared him.
Vil stepped closer, his sharpness fading as he crouched slightly to meet your gaze. âWhatâs going on with you?â
You finally looked up at him, your eyes hollow and tired. âIâm just⌠tired, Vil. I donât care anymore. About any of it.â
His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, the perfect image of Vil Schoenheit cracked. He saw the depth of your exhaustionâthe weight youâd been carrying for so long. He realized, maybe for the first time, that your relentless need to keep up with him had finally broken you.
Without a word, he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. âYou donât have to keep doing this. Not for me, not for anyone.â
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing as the apathy began to crumble. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head. âBut if I donât, who will?â
Vilâs expression softened in a way that you rarely saw. âIâm not asking for perfection. Not from you.â He paused, squeezing your shoulder lightly. âI just want you to be okay.â
That was it. The dam broke, and tears streamed down your face as you finally let go of the weight youâd been carrying. Vil didnât say anything more, just stayed by your side, offering a silent presence as you let yourself fall apart.
Rook Hunt:
Rook Hunt was, in every way, overwhelming. His poetic flair, his dramatic declarations of admiration, and his constant observationsâusually about things you wished he wouldnât noticeâhad been a source of both irritation and amusement in your life. But now, you found yourself unable to muster even the faintest reaction to his eccentricity.
He had been watching you, of course. Rook always noticed everything, and this time was no different. He approached you with a grin, as though he had a secret only the two of you would understand.
âMon lapin! You seem to have taken on a new air of mystery, how delightful!â His voice was filled with excitement, expecting a reactionâyour usual nervous laughter or maybe a shy protest.
But instead, you just stared blankly at him. âYeah. Sure, Rook.â
For a brief second, his smile faltered, his eyes scanning your face carefully. You werenât biting back, werenât stammering nervously or trying to evade his intense gaze. You were just⌠blank.
âSomething is amiss, non?â His voice softened, a rare gentleness creeping in as he knelt beside you, lowering himself to your eye level. âYouâre not yourself today, mon ami.â
You sighed, your shoulders slumping. âI donât know if I even know who that is anymore.â
Rook tilted his head, his usual theatrics fading. âAh, you are weary⌠far too weary for someone so full of life.â His words were soft, his voice no longer teasing but understanding.
âIâm just⌠tired, Rook. Of everything.â You rubbed your face, trying to shake off the numbness, but it clung to you like a second skin.
Rook, for once, didnât offer a poetic response or some elaborate metaphor. Instead, he reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles in a quiet gesture of comfort. âYou donât need to explain,â he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. âBut you donât have to carry it alone, either.â
Something in his words broke through the wall youâd built around yourself, and you looked at him, your eyes burning with unshed tears. âI donât know what to do, Rook. Iâm so tired.â
Rookâs expression softened even further, and he smiled, a tender, genuine smile that made your heart ache. âThen rest. You are not a failure for needing time, mon lapin. Even the moon takes its time to rise.â
The tears finally spilled over, and Rook pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt both comforting and protective. âYou are not alone,â he whispered. âNot while I am here.â
Epel Felmier:
Epel had always admired your resilience. To him, you were someone who, despite being shy and quiet, had a certain strength that he respected. But lately, he noticed that something was different. You werenât reacting the way you used to. You werenât as anxious or jumpy, but⌠you werenât really you either.
One afternoon, Epel found you sitting in the courtyard, staring blankly at the sky. He approached with a grin, his usual proud, determined expression in place. âYouâre not lettinâ anyone push ya around anymore, huh? Iâm proud of ya for that."
You glanced at him, managing a weak smile. âYeah, I guess.â
Epel sat down next to you, his smile fading as he looked at you more closely. âBut... somethinâ ainât right, is it?â
You exhaled slowly, leaning back against the bench. âIâm just⌠tired, Epel. I donât know how to keep going.â
Epel frowned, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. âTired? What do ya mean? Youâre always so⌠strong.â
You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head. âI donât feel strong. I feel like Iâm falling apart.â
Epelâs frown deepened, and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable but trying his best to understand. âI get it, kinda. Youâve been workinâ hard, probably too hard.â He paused, glancing at you with concern. âYou donât have to be tough all the time, ya know. Itâs okay to ask for help.â
You smiled sadly at him. âI donât even know how to do that.â
Epel shifted closer, his usual rough-and-tumble demeanor softening. âWell, ya donât have to do it alone. Weâre friends, right? So, if ya need me, Iâm here. Even if itâs just to sit with ya.â
For the first time in a while, you felt a flicker of warmth. Epel wasnât the most eloquent, but his words carried a sincerity that hit you in all
Idia Shroud:
You hadnât meant to snap at Idia. Honestly, you didnât. But everything had been building for so long, like a pressure cooker about to blow, and when he made the commentâone that should have been harmlessâit all came crashing down.
âUh⌠youâre kinda different lately,â Idia had muttered, his eyes glued to his tablet as usual. His tone wasnât accusatory, more like an observation, but the words felt like a match thrown onto the pile of kindling that had been building inside you.
Different? Was that what he thought? As if you had just woken up one day and decided to be different. As if all the stress, all the constant work and the endless expectations hadnât eaten away at you until there was nothing left.
Your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, you snapped.
âOf course, Iâm different! Do you think I want to be like this? That Iâm enjoying any of this?â The words tumbled out, sharp and cutting, and you could see Idia flinch slightly, his usual wide-eyed, panicked expression flickering across his face.
He shrunk further into his hoodie, his hair dimming a little at your outburst. âI-I didnât mean it like that. I justââ
âYou just what?â you interrupted, your voice trembling with the weight of frustration and exhaustion. âYou think itâs fun being constantly overwhelmed? Do you think I like the fact that I donât even recognize myself anymore?â
Idia blinked, his hair now a dull, nervous blue as he fumbled with the edges of his sleeves. âN-No, Iâsorry. I didnât realizeââ
The sight of him looking so rattled, so unsure, finally made you pause. Your anger began to fade, replaced by a wave of guilt. He wasnât trying to upset youâhe was just being his usual, awkward self. You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair as you sank onto a nearby chair.
âIâm sorry,â you muttered, staring at the ground. âI didnât mean to yell. Iâm just⌠tired.â
Idia glanced up at you, his hair flickering back to a soft blue. âNo, I get it. I mean⌠I donât get it get it, but⌠I can see youâve been stressed. I didnât mean to make it worse.â
You looked up at him, the frustration and exhaustion still simmering under the surface but no longer directed at him. âI just⌠I feel like Iâm falling apart, and I donât know how to stop it.â
Idia shifted uncomfortably, clearly out of his depth when it came to emotional stuff. But he nodded, his fingers tapping nervously on his tablet. âThat⌠sounds like a total nightmare, honestly. If you wanna talk or, like, not talk⌠I can just sit here. No pressure.â
You smiled weakly at him, grateful for the gesture even though you knew talking wouldnât fix everything. Still, the offer meant something, especially coming from someone like Idia, who was as socially awkward as they came. âThanks, Idia.â
He nodded quickly, his hair flickering brighter. âYeah, no prob.â
Ortho Shroud:
Ortho was a bright little ball of sunshine, a constant source of cheerfulness that sometimes felt like too much when you were in the state you were now. But he was also hard to ignore, especially when he zoomed over to greet you, his cheerful voice ringing out the second he spotted you.
"Hi! How are you doing today? Is there anything I can help you with?â Orthoâs voice was filled with such eager energy that it almost made you wince.
Normally, his enthusiasm would have been endearing, but today, it was just too much. You forced a tired smile. âIâm fine, Ortho. Just⌠tired.â
His sensors seemed to pick up on your low energy, and he tilted his head, his mechanical eyes glowing softly. âYou donât seem fine. Maybe you need some rest! Or maybe I could get you something to eat, orââ
âOrtho,â you interrupted, rubbing your temple as a wave of exhaustion hit you. âI just⌠I just want to be left alone for a little while, okay?â
There was a pause as Ortho processed your request. His cheerful smile faltered for a moment, and his eyes dimmed slightly, but then he nodded, his voice softening. âOkay, if thatâs what you want.â
You almost regretted snapping at him, but to his credit, Ortho didnât push. Instead, he hovered nearby, his presence quiet but still there, like a little brother who didnât want to leave your side even when you asked for space. He wasnât overbearingâjust a silent, watchful figure in the background, making sure you were okay.
After a few minutes, you glanced at him. He was still there, his eyes watching you with concern, but he hadnât said a word since you asked to be alone.
A small, tired smile tugged at your lips. âYou can stay, you know. Just⌠maybe tone it down a little.â
Orthoâs eyes brightened, and he floated a little closer, his voice quiet and soft now. âIâll be here if you need anything.â
Despite your exhaustion, you found comfort in Orthoâs presence. He wasnât pushy or demandingâjust there, offering quiet support. And for now, that was enough.
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus had a way of appearing at the most unexpected times. One moment you were alone, wallowing in your overwhelming responsibilities, and the next, he was there, his presence like a calm, steady force that momentarily took the weight off your shoulders.
"You have a heavy burden," he said softly, his glowing eyes watching you with concern.
You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. "I don't have a choice, Malleus. I have to do it all. There's no one else."
He was silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful, before he spoke again, his voice gentle but firm. "You always have a choice."
His words struck you, and you looked up at him, tired and skeptical. "What choice do I have, really? If I donât do it, who will?"
Malleus stepped closer, his large hand reaching out to gently take yours. The warmth of his touch was comforting, grounding. "I will help you," he said, his voice steady, full of promise. "You do not have to carry this burden alone. I would be honored if you would share it with me."
The sincerity in his words broke something inside of you, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. You hadnât realized how much you needed to hear that, how much you needed someone to acknowledge your struggle and offer their support. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away, but it was no use.
Malleus gently pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe for the first time in what felt like forever. "I am here," he whispered. "Always."
You buried your face in his chest, letting the tears fall as you clung to him. For the first time in a long while, you didnât feel so alone.
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia always seemed to know when something was wrong, even when you tried to hide it. He found you sitting alone, your shoulders slumped, your mind racing with thoughts of everything you still had to do. The old faeâs eyes softened as he approached, crouching down to your level.
âAh, my little rabbit, itâs important not to lose yourself in all of this,â he said gently, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness. âYouâve been running yourself ragged.â
You sighed, feeling too tired to argue. âWhat choice do I have? It never stops.â
Lilia gave you a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling despite the concern behind them. âEven so, itâs vital to take care of yourself. If you get lost, who will be there to find you?â
You stared at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You hadnât realized how much you had lost yourself until now, how much you had forgotten who you were amidst the endless demands and expectations.
âI donât know,â you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. âI donât know how to find myself again.â
Lilia reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder. âYou wonât have to do it alone. Iâll be there, whenever you need me. Youâve got someone who will always come looking for you, no matter how far you wander.â
The tears spilled over then, and Lilia gently pulled you into a hug, his arms surprisingly strong for his small frame. âCry if you need to, little rabbit. Itâs alright to be tired.â
You sobbed quietly into his shoulder, grateful for the comfort, for the promise that you werenât completely lost.
Silver:
Silver was different from the others. He didnât always have the right words, but his presence was comforting in its own way. You found him waiting for you one evening, his eyes calm and steady as always, and yet⌠there was a softness there that told you he understood more than he let on.
"You should rest," Silver said simply, his tone gentle but firm. "Youâve been pushing yourself too hard."
You wanted to argue, to tell him that you couldnât afford to rest, but the words wouldnât come. Instead, you just nodded, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.
Silver watched you for a moment, and then, in his quiet way, he stepped closer. "I can stand guard for you," he offered softly. "While you rest. No one will bother you."
Something about the offer made your heart ache, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. âSilver, you donât have toââ
âI want to,â he interrupted, his voice gentle but resolute. âItâs okay to let someone else take over, even if itâs just for a little while.â
His words, so simple and sincere, broke the dam, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Silver, ever so calm, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug that was both protective and comforting.
âIâll be here,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âYou donât have to do this alone.â
For the first time in days, you allowed yourself to lean on someone, feeling the exhaustion finally take over as you cried quietly into his chest.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek was the last person youâd expect to understand. When he first saw you, looking worn out and drained, his immediate reaction was his usual loud, indignant self.
"Human! How could you let yourself become so... unkempt?!" Sebek had barked, his voice echoing in the corridor. "You have responsibilities! Standards to uphold!"
You barely reacted, your energy too drained to even muster a response. You just stood there, staring at him with tired, glassy eyes. Normally, you might have snapped back at him, might have told him off for being so overbearing. But today⌠you didnât even have that in you.
Sebek stopped, his expression shifting as he took in your hollow look. For the first time, he seemed to realize that something was deeply wrong. His usual bluster faded, and his voice softened, though it still held that familiar Sebek intensity. âAre⌠are you alright?â
It was such a simple question, and yet it broke something inside of you. You shook your head, unable to hold back the tears any longer. âNo. Iâm not.â
Sebekâs eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked completely at a loss. But then, to your surprise, he stepped closer, his voice quieter than youâd ever heard it. âYou⌠you should not bear this burden alone.â
You sniffed, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. âI donât have a choice.â
Sebek hesitated, then awkwardly placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone so loud. âYou do. And you must let someone help you.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Sebek, the loud and proud half-fae, was comforting you. And despite how awkward he was about it, you found it strangely reassuring.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.
Sebekâs grip tightened slightly, and he nodded, his eyes full of determination. âI will not let you falter.â
You smiled weakly through your tears, and before you knew it, Sebek had pulled you into a clumsy, but genuine hug. It wasnât perfect, but it was enough. You held onto him, letting the tears flow, feeling a little less alone in the world.
And for the first time in a long while, you felt like maybeâjust maybeâyou didnât have to carry everything by yourself.
Rollo Flamme:
Rolloâs sharp eyes caught you as you wandered through the dimly lit halls, your steps slow and heavy. His brow furrowed slightly, the ever-present judgmental edge in his voice as he approached.
âYouâre not really alive anymore, are you?â
It was such a blunt statement, cutting straight through the haze of your exhaustion. For a moment, you stood there, frozen, unsure if you had even heard him correctly. Then, something inside you cracked. All at once, the weight of everything you had been carrying overwhelmed you, and you felt your knees buckle.
âIâm trying,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âIâm trying so hard, but⌠itâs never enough. I donât know how much longer I can do this.â
You expected him to scoff, to make some cold remark about duty and responsibility. But instead, Rolloâs usually sharp expression softened. He hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of how to proceed, but thenâso awkwardly it almost startled youâhe reached out and gently took your hand in his.
âI⌠didnât mean to cause more distress,â he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. âYou have been shouldering too much.â
The simple contact, the warmth of his hand in yours, sent a flood of emotion through you. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you squeezed his hand, your lip trembling. âI donât know what to do anymoreâŚâ
Rolloâs grip tightened, a silent promise that he wouldnât let you fall any further. âThen perhaps itâs time to stop trying to carry it all alone.â
Neige LeBlanche:
You hadnât expected to run into Neige when you didâhis usual bright demeanor an overwhelming contrast to the exhaustion you felt pressing down on your every move. When he saw you, his eyes widened with immediate concern.
âOh no⌠have you been running yourself ragged?â Neige asked, his voice soft and full of sympathy.
You tried to smile, tried to brush it off like you always did. âItâs fine, really. Iâm just⌠tired.â
But the moment you said it, you felt the tears rising again. The weight of everything youâd been trying to handle was too much, and now, in front of someone as kind and gentle as Neige, it was impossible to keep the façade up any longer.
Neige, sensing the shift in your mood, stepped closer, his expression full of worry. âYou donât have to do this alone, you know.â He gently took your arm, guiding you to sit on a nearby bench. âCome on, letâs rest for a bit.â
As soon as you sat down, the dam broke, and you buried your face in your hands, sobbing quietly. Neige didnât say anything for a moment, but his presence was soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold day. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting hug.
âYouâve done so much already,â he whispered, his voice gentle. âYou deserve to rest.â
The tears came faster, but this time, they felt like a release. Neige held you, stroking your hair softly as you cried into his shoulder. He didnât try to fix everything or offer any grand solutions. He just stayed there, offering quiet comfort, and in that moment, it was exactly what you needed.
Cheânya
Cheânyaâs grin was as wide as ever when he appeared beside you, hanging upside down from a tree branch like it was the most natural thing in the world. But there was something in his eyes as he looked at you, something that said he knew something was different.
âWell, well, well,â he teased, his voice lilting with amusement. âLooks like youâve finally become like the rest of themâcynical and all that.â
His words were meant to be lighthearted, a joke, but they hit too close to home. You felt your breath hitch, the ache in your chest tightening. The teasing that once might have been playful now only highlighted the exhaustion, the bitterness you had tried to hide for so long.
âI⌠I didnât want to become like this,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI didnât want to be so⌠tired.â
Cheânya blinked, his grin fading slightly as he flipped down from the branch to stand beside you. âHey now⌠I didnât mean to make you upset, little rabbit.â
But it was too late. The tears were already spilling down your cheeks, your body shaking with the weight of everything you had been holding in. You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed by how easily you had broken down.
Without a word, Cheânya crouched beside you, his playful demeanor slipping away as he gently touched your arm. âItâs alright, you know? You donât have to hide it.â
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. âIâm just⌠Iâm so tired of trying to keep up with everything.â
Cheânya gave a soft chuckle, but there was no teasing in it now. âThatâs because youâre not supposed to do it all by yourself.â
Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt both comforting and protective. âYouâre not alone, little rabbit. Not with me around.â
Grim:
Grim had been his usual self at first, bounding around and bragging about his latest escapades. But then he noticed how quiet you had been lately, how you didnât respond to his antics with your usual snark. He had brushed it off at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it gnawed at him.
Finally, Grim came up to you, his tail flicking nervously as he tried to gauge your mood. âHey⌠henchhuman. Youâve been actinâ real weird lately.â
You glanced at him, too tired to even muster a proper response. âIâm just tired, Grim.â
âTired?â Grim huffed, crossing his little arms. âYouâre always tired! But this is different, ainât it?â
You didnât say anything, and thatâs when Grimâs expression shifted. He stepped closer, his eyes wide and full of concern. âHenchhuman⌠did I do somethinâ? Did I make things worse?â
The sound of his worried voice, of Grim actually not being selfish for once, broke you. You had been holding it in for so long, trying to be strong, but now, with Grim looking at you with those big, worried eyes, you couldnât hold back anymore. The tears came, fast and unstoppable, and you buried your face in your hands.
Grim panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then he scrambled onto your lap, pressing his little head against your chest. âHey, hey! Donât cry! I didnât mean to make ya upset!â
You sobbed harder, your hands shaking as you tried to get a hold of yourself. âIâm sorry, Grim. Iâve just⌠Iâve been so overwhelmed, and I didnât want to bother youâŚâ
âBother me?â Grim scoffed, but there was no bite to his words. âYouâre my henchhuman! If somethinâs wrong, you tell me, got it?â
You nodded, tears still streaming down your face as you hugged Grim tightly. He grumbled a little, but then he nuzzled against you, his small form warm and comforting in your arms. âIâm sorry I didnât notice sooner,â he muttered. âBut youâre gonna be okay. âCause youâve got me.â
Despite everything, you smiled through your tears. Grim wasnât perfect, but in his own way, he was trying to help. And for now, that was enough.
Crowley:
"Ah, my ever-reliable little rabbit!" Crowley called from across the hallway, his cloak billowing dramatically behind him. He approached with his usual flourish, clearly in one of his grandiose moods. "I couldn't help but notice that your posture is rather⌠less upright than usual. No doubt due to your recent lack of respect and enthusiasm! You simply mustâ"
You barely looked up. Everything was gray. Crowleyâs usual barrage of demands and flowery speeches washed over you like distant noise, and for the first time, you didnât even flinch.
âI donât care.â
The words came out before you could stop them, low and exhausted. You didnât even bother to meet his eyes.
Crowley paused, blinking in confusion. âPardon? Did you justâ?â His voice faltered as he saw the deep bags under your eyes, the way your shoulders slumped, and how utterly defeated you looked. The bravado drained from his expression as he realized just how far he had pushed you.
âOh⌠oh dear,â he stammered, clearly flustered. âI⌠I hadnât realized you were feeling this way.â His hands flapped awkwardly, and he shifted on his feet, the image of a man utterly lost in uncharted waters. âPerhaps Iâve⌠overworked you. Just a smidge! But worry not! Crowley is here toâermâassist! Yes, assist!â
You stared blankly at him. âI donât need assistance. I need you to stop.â
Crowleyâs face fell, and after a moment of visible panic, he hesitantly reached out, patting your shoulder in what he clearly thought was a comforting gesture. âThere, there⌠Youâre very⌠valuable to us all. Truly. Perhaps⌠a bit of a break? I willâuhâtake care of things while you rest. Just⌠please donât break down.â
Though his attempt at comfort was clumsy and awkward, the thought behind it made your eyes well up with tears. Despite everything, he was trying.
âOkay,â you whispered, and Crowley gave an exaggerated nod, as if this small victory had restored his usual bravado.
âVery well! Iâll expect to see you back when youâre ready, my precious little rabbit. Take your time!â
Divus Crewel:
Professor Crewelâs sharp gaze pinned you the moment you entered his classroom. He noted the new tension in your shoulders, the lack of bounce in your step, and the weary drag in your eyes.
âWell, well, looks like youâve finally grown some grit,â Crewel said, his lips curling into a smirk. âItâs about time you toughened up. I was beginning to think I had a little herbivore in my class, but I see now youâve developed a thicker hide.â
Those wordsâmeant to be encouragement, or perhaps a complimentâbroke the last bit of strength you had left. The tears you had been holding back spilled over, and your breath hitched as you tried, and failed, to keep your emotions in check.
Crewelâs eyes widened in alarm, his smirk vanishing in an instant. âWhoa, whoa, nowâwhatâs this?â His tone softened, and he quickly put down the lesson plan heâd been holding. He crossed the room, placing a surprisingly gentle hand on your shoulder. âI didnât mean⌠I wasnât trying to push you that far.â
You shook your head, choking back sobs. âI just⌠I canât anymore. I canât keep up with everything.â
For a moment, Crewel stood there, clearly at a loss. But then his paternal instincts kicked in, and he sighed, pulling you into a firm but comforting hug. âYouâve been doing too much, havenât you, pup? Trying to shoulder all of it on your own.â
You nodded, tears soaking into his coat, but he didnât seem to mind. He gently stroked your back in soothing motions. âYouâve proven yourself time and again,â he murmured. âBut you donât have to break yourself to do it. Let me handle some of the load.â
His words, so uncharacteristically gentle, made you cry harder. And Crewel, despite his tough exterior, let you. âItâs okay, pup. You donât have to carry this alone.â
Mozus Trein:
Professor Trein glanced over his spectacles at you as you entered his classroom, late, looking disheveled and utterly drained. He gave a soft âtsk,â his usual sternness evident. âI hope this recent behavior wonât affect your studies,â he remarked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
You didnât even have the energy to reply, simply nodding and sitting down heavily at your desk. Trein continued to watch you for a moment, then his brow furrowed as he took in the full extent of your exhaustionâthe dark circles under your eyes, the slumped posture, the way you barely moved.
He put down the parchment heâd been grading and approached you, his voice quieter, more concerned. âYouâre not yourself.â
You felt tears prick your eyes, but you stubbornly kept them at bay. âIâm⌠trying.â
Trein sighed, and for the first time, his stern exterior softened. âYouâve always been diligent. But there comes a time when even the most diligent students need rest.â
Before you could respond, you felt a soft weight land in your lap. Lucius, Treinâs ever-grumpy cat, had jumped up onto your desk, curling up as if offering you silent comfort.
Trein gave a rare, faint smile. âEven Lucius seems to think youâve had enough. Take some time for yourself, and⌠donât hesitate to ask for help.â
It was the first time you felt truly seen in a while. And though Trein wasnât the warmest, his quiet concernâand Luciusâs uncharacteristic kindnessâwere enough to make you finally exhale the breath youâd been holding.
Sam:
Samâs wide grin greeted you as you wandered into his shop, his usual cheerful energy practically bouncing off the walls. âWell hey there, little rabbit! What brings you to my corner of the world today?â
You mustered a half-hearted smile, trying to match his energy, but it fell flat. âJust⌠looking.â
Samâs eyes narrowed, sharp as ever. âJust lookinâ, huh? Câmon now, I know you better than that! Somethinâs got you down, I can see it from a mile away.â
You shrugged, not really wanting to get into it, but before you could think of a reply, Sam leaned in closer, his tone still playful but a bit more serious. âYou look like youâve been runninâ on empty, little rabbit. Whatâs goinâ on?â
For some reason, the concern in his voice broke through the walls youâd been trying to keep up. The tears welled up without warning, and you bit your lip, shaking your head as if you could will them away.
Samâs grin faltered, and his usual jokes fell silent. He quickly stepped around the counter, his voice softer than youâd ever heard it. âHey, hey⌠none of that now. Youâre too important to be runninâ yourself into the ground like this.â
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. âI just⌠I donât know how to keep going, Sam.â
Without a word, Sam pulled you into a hug, his big arms wrapping around you protectively. âYouâve been strong for a long time, little rabbit. Ainât nothinâ wrong with leaninâ on someone else every once in a while.â
Ashton Vargas:
âHey! Whatâs up, champ?â Vargas greeted you with his usual booming enthusiasm as you dragged yourself into the gym. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, and he was clearly expecting you to give some sort of equally enthusiastic reply.
Instead, you just shrugged, your energy completely sapped. âNothing much.â
Vargas frowned, his usually boisterous demeanor faltering slightly as he noticed how worn out you looked. âHey, you alright? Youâre lookinâ a little worse for wear.â
You tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak. âJust tired.â
âTired?â Vargas echoed, his concern growing. âYouâre a fighter! You donât get tired, right?â He tried to give you an encouraging slap on the back, but when you didnât respond, his smile dropped completely. âOkay, somethingâs really wrong.â
You sighed, the exhaustion creeping into every part of you. âI canât keep up anymore, Iâm just⌠done.â
For a moment, Vargas looked completely out of his depth. He wasnât exactly the go-to guy for emotional support. But he wasnât going to let you suffer alone either. He awkwardly reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder.
âLook, uh⌠Iâm not the best with words, but⌠you donât have to be strong all the time, okay? Everyone needs a break. Even you.â
His sincerity, even through the awkwardness, made your heart clench. And before you knew it, you were leaning into his surprisingly gentle hold as tears finally escaped.
âAlright, alright,â Vargas muttered, patting your back like a dad who didnât really know what he was doing but was trying his best. âWeâll get you through this, alright? Just⌠breathe.â
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(Angst for the 100 follower event)
Eustass Kidd having a massive argument with us over his temper and how he's too loud and then when we try and get some fresh air we accidentally fall off the ship đ (The last part is a joke-- I was thinking actually like him being in denial about him being too much sometimes which causes him to say shit he did not mean to say!! And then Quincy advises us to dump his ass which we do and then we're both just sad and lonely, then the entire crew goes out drinking completely unaware of what has happened and we get drunk and end up kissing some random guy in front of Kidd and he gets angry then hate sex then apologies then reconciliation!!!)
Yes I am rather drunk whilst I am writing this.
Hello, hello, I have finally shut off my video games long enough to finish this prompt, lol! I giggled out loud when your request came in, just so you know. Additionally, I struggled to combine all three of the prompts you suggested - so I took some creative liberties and split the last two prompts between Kidd and Law. I hope that is alright :3 As promised, this is the smutty pt. 2 to THIS request - still a bit angsty but mostly hurt/comfort with some makeup sex :3 I hope I did your idea justice!!
Kidd/Law x F!Reader - NSFW - "Don't touch me!" (Kidd) and "Please, tell me you're okay." (Law)
STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI đ
CW: SMUT; dub-con (kidd), possessive and dom kidd vibes, hand necklace (kidd) both of them are meanies :3, spanking (law), law fucks you on his desk, kidd calls you 'princess', crew mate!reader ---word count ~1.8k each
You had managed to avoid your captain for three days, and the crew finally had enough of your moping around the ship on the fourth day when you finally docked at your new destination. They forced convinced to you to get dressed up and come into town with all of them, shoving drink after drink in your face as everyone tries to get you to let loose and enjoy your night. It works for most of the night until you get a little too drunk and end up kissing a random stranger in the middle of the bar, your captainâs eyes angrily watching the entire occurrence and storming off immediately after.
You regret the entire situation the moment you see the hurt in your captainâs eyes, and the alcohol in your veins clouds your better judgment as you take off after him, following after him and his vice-captain as they make their way back to the ship. You sober up slightly on the walk back, and as you approach the gangway you can hear your captainâs angry voice echoing into the night.
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His voice was angrier than youâd ever heard it, enough to make you falter a step as you heard him arguing back and forth with Killer as you walked up onto the deck.
âI donât give a damn how drunk she was,â he seethes, his back facing you as he continues yelling. âSheâs fucking delusional if she thinks I want anything to do with a skank like her! She can go whore herself to the whole fucking island, for all I care!â
Your stomach turned at the malice in his tone, and Killer puts his arms up over his head as he sees you watching and listening from the edge of the deck.Â
âKidd,â he says soothingly, trying to calm him down, âYouâre just upset. Donât say things youâll regret later.â
Kidd notices Killerâs gaze looking over his shoulder and he turns around to meet your bleary eyes, his own amber eyes softening as he takes in the expression on your face.
Youâd already beat yourself up about the kiss on the walk back to the ship, but hearing those harsh words leave Kiddâs lips felt like a knife to your gut. The tears that burned your eyes caused you to turn your face from him, wiping them away before they could fall as Kidd moved in your direction.
âY/N,â he murmurs, reaching a hand out to you as he approaches. âI didnâtâŚâ
âCause youâre some fucking saint, right Kidd?â you retort back at him, masking the hurt you were feeling with anger nearly matching the intensity of his own moments ago.
You see his eye twitch and his lip curl at your accusation, his step faltering slightly before he continues approaching you, slowing down ever so slightly.
âNever claimed to be a saint, princess,â he growls, âBut Iâm not the one running around kissing strangers after telling someone they love them.â
You feel the burning in your eyes rise again, his smug tone making your lip quiver as you try to keep the angry ember burning inside of you.
âYou didnât ask me to love you, remember? Maybe Iâm trying not to anymore.â
Kiddâs hand reaches out to you and yanks you towards him by your forearm, his grip rough as he leans down so his face is a mere inch from yours.
âAnd how is that working for you?â
You tug your arm away from his grip, and he lets you go with an evil grin, eyes ablaze as he watches you back away from him. He stalks towards you again and reaches like heâs going to grab you again, but you swat at his hand defiantly.
âDonât touch me!â
Kiddâs hand flinches back at the tone in your voice, stopping mid-stride he stares at you intently, gauging your reaction as your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing.
After a few moments, Kidd resumes his steps, closing enough of the distance between the two of you to where you can feel his shallow breaths ghosting over your collarbone.
His smirk returns as he hears the slight hitch in your breathing, noting the twinkle of desire in your eye as he hovers over you.
âYou sure you donât want me to touch you, princess,â he croons, his fingertips ghosting over the skin of your arm as he defies your earlier command.
You shudder at the feeling, your throat going dry as his fingers send a shiver down your back. He traces his fingers up your arm and down the front of you, stopping to toy with the waistband of your skirt as he drops his eyes to where his hand is.Â
âI bet that sweet little cunt of yours will tell me a different story,â he murmurs, dropping his head down and connecting his lips to your neck, placing wet kisses along your jaw as he slips his fingers down into your panties.
He hisses at the feeling of you, and you flush at just how easy it is for him to slip a finger inside of you, a feeble moan falling from your lips as he begins pumping it in and out of you.Â
Youâre grateful Killer had taken his leave once he felt the shift in the conversation, biting down on your lip as you try to stifle the moans Kidd is so effortlessly pulling from you. You feel your body arch into his touch as he slips in another finger, your hips bucking as he presses his thumb to your throbbing clit.
Just when you feel the pressure begin to build in your core, Kidd pulls away from you entirely, holding your angry gaze as he brings his fingers to his lips.
âToo bad you donât want me to touch you,â he purrs, turning and walking away from your panting form.Â
You snap out of the shock after he gets a few steps away, your own lip curling into a wicked grin as you call out after him.
âMaybe Iâll go have the guy at the bar touch me. His kiss was decent enough.â
Kiddâs hands are on you in an instant, pressing you down by your neck against a nearby table as he looms over you, eyes blazing.
âI fucking dare you.â
You feel the damp heat pooling in your legs as he stands between them, Kiddâs free hand tugging at his pants as he pulls out his cock and teases the head of it against your clothed cunt - pulling the fabric to the side an teasing your entrance a moment later. You both hiss at the sensation, and Kiddâs hips snap into you hastily, a strangled cry escaping your throat as he bullies himself into your warmth and immediately sets a punishing pace.
Your back scraps against the wood of the table as Kidd fucks into you, hand still holding you in place by the throat as he growls from above you. The sudden sting of his intrusion quickly melts into pleasure as he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you.
âYou think his cock wouldâve felt as good as mine, hm? You think he wouldâve been able to make you scream like I can?â
Your only reply is a throaty moan as Kidd pumps his hips into yours, your vision going blurry as the pressure in your core begins to intensify. Kiddâs hand tightens around your throat as you close your eyes, causing them to snap back open and meet his amber orbs.
âAnswer me.â
You shiver as he growls out his command, his metal hand reaching down to rub harsh circles on your clit.
âNo!â you shutter, the volume of your voice rising with each hard thrust of Kiddâs hips.
Kiddâs response is a grunted laugh, his pace slowing as he feels your walls begin to flutter around him.Â
âTell me who this pussy belongs to,â he commands, his slow and deliberate thrusts punctuating his words.
You roll your eyes and bark out a laugh. âFuck you,â you grit out between your teeth.
Kidd barks a laugh back, his mocking tone riling you up even more as he presses his hips to yours.Â
âIsnât that what we're doing, princess?â A quick snap of his hips and you hear the table creak from the pressure. âTell me.â
You feel yourself involuntarily clamp down around Kiddâs length, his hand tightening in reaction as he stops his movements altogether and ruts his hips against yours, the movement not nearly enough to satiate you.Â
You whine desperately as you try to buck your hips against him, his torturous stare boring into you as he holds you still.Â
âItâs yours,â you gasp out, exasperated and desperate to feel him moving inside you again.Â
âHmm?â He croons, and your cheeks flush as you meet his heated gaze.
âItâs yours,â you say louder, more conviction in your voice as you see the triumphant grin curl onto Kiddâs lips.
He pulls himself out of you, nearly leaving you completely, before slamming himself back into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he pulls you to the edge of the table and pistons in and out of you. His metal finger returns to your clit and your moans vibrate through your chest as the cord in your abdomen tightens.
âCome for me, princess,â he hums from above you, losing himself in your grip as he feels his own orgasm rear its head.Â
You do as he commands, your orgasm washing over you as your eyes screw shut, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you feel your voice go hoarse from calling out for him. You claw at the edge of the table as Kidd rocks into you, each wave of your orgasm causing your cunt to grip him tighter and tighter as his thrusts grow slower and sloppier, finally coming to a halt after heâs spent. Your labored breaths are the only thing that can be heard as soft waves rock against the ship until you slowly start to hear voices approaching in the distance - signaling the return of your crew.
Kidd wordlessly scoops you up into his arms, whisking you away to his quarters below the deck before anyone has a chance to see the two of you. Once inside, he sets you down gently on the bed, leaning over you and keeping his head nuzzled in your neck as he contemplates the next thing to say to you.
âIâm sorry.â
The last two words you were expecting leave his mouth, and you feel a lump form in your throat as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.
âFor everything.â
Your mind flashes back to the heated words you two had exchanged over the past week, the tenderness in Kiddâs voice a soothing balm over the wounds that had been opened up in the process. You bring a hand to his face and stroke the soft skin of his cheek, his face leaning into your touch as your eyes haze over with sleep.
âYou can continue apologizing in the morning,â you muse, a yawn escaping your lips as you cuddle down into his blanket, feeling him crawl into the bed behind you and pull you towards his chest.
âDoes that mean Iâm not forgiven yet?â
You chuckle lightly, rolling around to face him and press a gentle kiss to his lips.
âNope,â you say with a wink, smiling at him teasingly. âYouâre gunna have to do better than that.â
He blinks down at you unexpectedly, your challenge settling into his mind as his devilish grin returns. He flips you onto your back and tugs at your clothes, no longer willing to let you sleep until he proves to you just how sorry he really was.
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âIâm fine, Bepo,â Law growls, dismissing him with a wave of his hand as he continues further into the ship. âI donât care what she does, sheâs the last of my concerns right now.â
Bepo waddles behind him wearily as he stomps towards his office, your quiet footsteps following them from a distance as you try to muster up the courage to face Law in his current state.
âAre you sure about that⌠Captain?âÂ
You hear Bepoâs weary voice as you approach the door, your footsteps coming to a halt just outside the office. You barely hear the grumbled response from Law as your heart begins thundering in your chest, swallowing hard as you will your legs to move you forward, stopping in the doorway as your heavy eyes look across the room to your captain.
His eyes take you in, and you try to mask the weariness on your face as he finally meets your gaze. He only holds it for a moment, before a scowl curls up onto his lips and he looks away, pulling his hat from his head and running his fingers through his hair.
âI-Iâm gunna goâŚâ Bepo stutters, and you glance at him with pleading eyes, trying to beg him not to abandon you. But heâs gone an instant later - leaving you in an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air.
Neither of you speak for a long while, neither of you able to find the right thing to address first.Â
Law huffs out a deep sigh as he collapses into his chair, resting his elbows on his desk and clawing at his hair again.
âDid you need something, Y/N?â was all he could think to say, the edge in his voice teetering on annoyance as he struggled to grapple with the chaos of emotions in his head.
You clenched your fists tighter to your sides as you struggled to breathe, words escaping you as you searched your brain for something to say that wasnât laced with the venom you wanted to spew back at him. You wanted to scream at him - wanted to make him realize the hurt heâd caused you to feel the last few days. You supposed the kiss with a random stranger had succeeded in that partially, but now he had the audacity to be the one acting upset?
Your mind raced a mile a minute as Law sat staring at you, his brows furrowed as he watched your gaze turn from sorrowful to⌠angry? There was something sparking through the haze in your eyes that he couldnât put his finger on, and he braced himself as your chest rose with a deep inhale.
But instead of a snide comment, a feeble laugh was all you could muster as you loosed the breath you held, feeling your shoulders relax as you shut your eyes and turned on your heels.Â
âY/N,â Lawâs voice held a commanding tone as he called out to you, and you paused mid-stride to glance over your shoulder at him.
To your surprise he had began to rise from his seat, and as you turned to face him once more he crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping less than a foot away from you. He reaches out an arm to you and you flinch away from him, his hand dropping when he sees your reaction.
âAre you⌠alright?â
You huff out another laugh at the question, and you swear Law flinches at your reaction. His brows furrow in irritation momentarily before softening again, and he puffs out a sigh before speaking again.
âI⌠I realize I may have been a bit⌠harsh with you the other day,â he says through gritted teeth, as if it pained him to admit he may have been in the wrong. âAnd I realize that you only pushed as hard as you did because you care.â He raises a hand to the back of his head and casts his gaze around the room, avoiding eye contact as he tries to find any words to ease the pain still lingering in your expression.
Still you remained silent, sensing how every non-response sent his pulse sky rocketing. You were unsure why, but something about the way you were effortlessly able to get under his skin had a smirk threatening to curl onto your lips as he leaned closer, eyes softening even more as he reaches a hand toward your chin.
You donât flinch away from him this time, allowing him to pull your chin closer to his with his index finger, the touch gentle as his breath tickles the side of your neck.Â
âSay something,â he pleads, his voice barely more than a whisper now, âPlease. Tell me youâre alright, tell me you hate me - say anything, Y/N-ya.â His voice trembles a bit as he says your name, and any smugness you had felt dissipates at the sound.
You feel your lip quiver as you try to figure out what to say - what you want to say - and the two of you remain that way for a few more heartbeats before you finally break the silence.
âYou⌠are a real asshole when youâre angry⌠you know that?â You drawl, sensing Law relax a bit at the smirk you offer him for a quick moment before your lips fall back into a harsh line.Â
Law huffs out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating in your chest as he leans his head down towards your ear, kicking the door shut behind him before leading you further into the office.
âSays the girl who just threw herself at a stranger after making sure I was watching her every move.â
Your back stiffened as you felt the edge of Lawâs desk press into the back of your legs, papers rustling behind you from the slight disturbance youâd caused.
âI did no such thing,â you said defiantly, though your voice came out less convincing than you had wanted it to. You swallowed hard as Law pulled his head back to look at you, his eyes a shade darker than they had been a moment ago as they watch the bob of your throat.Â
âKeep lying to me, and Iâll have to punish you, Y/N-ya.â
Your thighs squeezed together at the threat, and you curse whatever broken part of you causes you to melt at the sight of your captain like this - at the condescending tone in his voice.
âIâm not,â you whisper, pressing your body against his as he watches you through heavy lids, âBut Iâll gladly take whatever punishment you deem necessary, Captain.â
He hisses as you reach down and palm him through his pants, his considerable length pressing against his pants painfully. He grabs your wrist to halt your movements and your eyes fly up to meet his heated glare and biting your lip as a growl escapes his lips.
âTurn around.â
The command in his voice has heat pooling in your core as you turn and bend over the edge of his desk, not caring what papers you scatter to the floor in the process. Law silently lurks behind you, running a hand over your ass tenderly before pulling the waistband of your bottoms down, exposing yourself to him. He growls again, this time rubbing the flesh of your ass harshly before lifting his hand and bringing it down onto your ass cheek with a sharp slap.
âThat,â he groans, and you hear him fidget with the buttons on his pants, âIs for disobeying your captainâs orders in the first place.â
Another slap to your opposite ass cheek has you crying out at the sensation, the sting of his hand immediately being soothed by his fingers as he kneads the swollen area.
âThat⌠is for arguing with me and then avoiding me for three days.â
You wince as his hand raises again, a whine escaping his lips as he tears the underwear from your legs and pulls your back up and flush to his chest, his erection pressing between your ass cheeks as he breathes harshly along the shell of your ear.
âYouâre too loud,â he groans, balling your underwear up and shoving it into your mouth as a make-shift gag. âKeep quiet or Iâll cut this punishment short.â
You nod your head as he leans you back over the desk, tracing your entrance with the tip of his cock as you bite back a moan. Law grabs your forearms and crosses them over your back, gripping both of them in one hand as he presses himself into your warmth, a muffled moan escaping your lips despite your best efforts.
âQuiet,â Law snaps, pulling himself from you and laying another smack to your ass as you feel tears begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your breathing is labored as he presses back into you, this time sinking into your walls completely, the stretch of him inside you causing your eyes to water further as the slight pain melts into pleasure as he sets a punishing pace as he moves in and out of you.
The sound of your skin slapping together fills the office, the sound accompanied by Lawâs husky grunts and your muffled moans. You really did try to contain them, but the feeling of him moving inside you was too overwhelming for you to care about the sounds coming out of you.
Law yanks your arms back, causing your back to arch up off the desk as he leans forward and wraps an arm around your shoulders. The new angle has you leaning back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he feels your walls tighten around him.
âYou never know when to shut the hell up, do you?â
Your defiant response is to let out an even louder cry as he releases the hand around your arms and wraps it around you to thumb at your clit, chasing after his own release as you tumble into your orgasm. You feel yourself clamp around him tightly as the waves of pleasure have your vision blurring, your mouth going dry as you try to cry out his name. Law hears your attempts and pulls the underwear from your mouth, his cock twitching when heâs finally able to hear his name fall from your lips. You feel his body tenses and his legs begin to shake as Law drags his cock hastily through your walls, until finally his thrusts grow sloppy and his own orgasm washes over him. Each grunt of your name sends a wave of goosebumps over your skin as he comes to a still behind you, peppering your shoulder with gentle kisses as he lifts his hand and the two of your bodies are replaced by pillows inside his office.
Back in Lawâs quarters, he pulls you into his arms and kisses you needily, trying to convey all the emotions heâs wrestled with over the past few days with the action.
âJust so you know,â he says when he finally pulls away, his eyes falling to your puffy and swollen lips as he licks his own, âI do want you here. I always want you here, Y/N-ya.â
You feel your chest tighten as you think back to the heated words the two of you had exchanged days prior, letting out a small sigh of relief at the reassuring words youâd been waiting to hear. âEven if I donât know how to shut the hell up?â
Law grins, a devilish twinkle sparkling in his eye as he dips his head back down to yours.
âEspecially because of that.â
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can we get tsukishima and kuroo x figure skater gf headcanons pls?
ive always wanted to try figure skating but i am very clumsy đ
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tsukishima kei
- figure skating requires great balance, especially when you spin into the air and land on one foot. luckily tsukishima knows all about landing
- obv bc he's a middle blocker so he knows how to land his foot properly to avoid falling down, so expect his presence during your practice
- sometimes he joins you inside the rink when you practice all by yourself. he's actually kind of clumsy thereâ he's all flimsy and gripping onto the sides đ
- it takes him a while to get used to the ice, and he learned when you always grabbed both his hands and guided him into the middle, and then left him there
- you left him stranded in the middle of the ice rink and he was SO pissed at you he kept swearing as he fell down on his ass, almost crawling his way towards you
- though when it comes to serious practices, best believe he's even more nervous at your performance than he is at his own game.
- he's seen a lot of figure skating accidents that mostly include the blade of someone's skates stabbing their foot or slicing their face. he wasn't squeamish, but he'll probably faint if that happened to you
- tsukishima is always present at your competitions, silently watchingâ his only form of loud cheering was his claps and yelling at the beginning and at the end of your performance
- figure skating includes dancing too so sometimes he lets you dance with him off the rink to make your body even more languid
- when you're partnered up with a guy, he doesn't get jealous. unless that guy gets handsier than he should be, so it would always end up with your partner shying away when they catch sight of tsukki
- video tapes your practices and shows you what you need to improve like HES the coach
- but really he's just really observant and can catch on well on the dos and donts of figure skating (and he also studied it himself)
- figure skating is also what brought you two together
- he was walking by a public rink one day, though he realized it was probably rented out when he saw only your presence inside, practicing your movements. so since it was an open area, he watched you
- you caught him watching and he blushed, and he felt himself get burned alive when you skate towards him and introduced yourself
- anyway he's very supportive and prioritizes your figure skating too so you would never fight about majority of your hours being spent on the ice rink
kuroo tetsurou
- loudest cheerleader ever
- rink side (like courtside) bf
- knows jackshit about figure skating so when you tell him about this and that he's just nodding and taking mental notes
- knows how to ice skate so sometimes he joins you inside the rink and would practice with you
- and by practice i mean he's actually dancing with you
- since he's the captain of nekoma, he knows well how to prepare beforehand by studying your opponents. so he does exactly that with you
- trashtalks the living shit about your opponents
- he actually worries about how much time you spend on the rink because sometimes you come home with a fever or a runny nose from spending too much time in a cold area
- jealous bitch, HATES every partner of yours when it comes to pairings
- he panics so much too because, as aforementioned, figure skating accidents can be gruesome and he does not want you to lose a toe nor cut your face
- one time he brought his team to your practice and forced them to watch you, and you ended up inviting everyone inside the rink
- kuroo also brings them to your competitions so you could have extra cheerleaders
- says he doesn't threaten them with 100 laps but that's obviously a lie
- he met you through one of the figure skating magazines, and he's had a crush on your for a while before you'd gotten together
- he managed to watch you in the figure skating nationals in japan and brought kenma with him, and he was lucky enough to get your attention right before you performed
- anyway he thinks you look sexy in the clothes you wear for practice
- one time you almost got injured and he ran barefoot into the rink just so he could carry you and get you out of there to be examined
- you slipped and barely sprained your foot, he was always so dramatic
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â an: my first Dean x Reader fic! this was a wild dream I had last night where I could just feel his angst of being ignore by his girlfriend-not-girlfriend. I hope you like it! I post on Ao3 too, mostly Dramione and original works. Here is the link. Feel free to DM me ideas to write down too! â tags: Dean Winchester x Reader; NSFW (just a bit); Angst; Hurt/Comfort
Sam was waving at you from the driver's seat of a rental car. Something inside of chest pinched a bit for not seeing Dean's Impala waiting for you. Your feelings for him were so obvious, pathetic even.
"Hey! How was the hunt?", Sam asked when you closed the door. As usual you two made conversation for most of the ride before falling in comfortable silence. It was mostly like this with him. Sam was a easy person, someone people felt comfortable to share your or to stay in silence.
"Have you talked to him? Is he okay?", you asked sheepishly. The question was hanging in your head since the minute you left the bunker to hunt. Your heart felt tight, your throat sore and dry every time you thought about Dean. Most of it was embarrassment for not being able to contain your feelings, always seeking to be close, to take care of him somehow. But what was love if not the desire to see them happy? What was love if not seeking their happiness by being anything they needed you to be?
Sam laugh's cut your self pity session. He glanced at you in the corner of his eyes, side smile playing in his face like he was a joke you weren't part of.
"You gonna tell me you two didn't talk for the last weeks? He didn't call every night to bitch about how you were taking too long or how I'm never able to make coffee right? Really?", he said shaking his head.
His question caught you off guard for a moment. Frowning at him you took a minute to try and understand.
"No?", the weird assumption really didn't make sense, at least not when it came to Dean. You were the one that initiated the conversations. You were the one that always made sure small things like his coffee or his whiskey never ran out at the bunker. You were the one gravitating towards his presence in the room. So to think he would make the effort to call you, or even miss you, was a wild idea by far.
"Come on!", Sam snorted this time. "You two seem glue by the hip, it's impossible."
"Dean would even notice if I didn't said a word to him", you let out without thinking.
"Yeah, like you two don't spend time alone behind everyone's back"
The memories of the nights spent together, the moments you almost thought he was about to do something flashed in your mind. You couldn't almost smell his scent, hear his laugh, listen to his voice grave sharing bits of his life in the dark of his room when no one else was there to hear but you.
This was becoming ridiculous and painful. You tried to pretend, but it was not useful with Sam. He had a reason for being the one that they used to pry information out of people at hunts. Sam's damn eyes always made people break.
"You know this thing is one sided, so please stop with the jokes. It makes me feel more stupid than usual".
"It's not a joke", he said while parking the car. Sam turned to you with a raised hand. "I'll bet you 100 bucks that if you ignore him for the next few days, he will lose it."
You looked at the extended hand with caution. Right. 100 bucks. To prove your point, which was something you love to do and to stop being pathetic. Easy money. You took the bet without thinking twice. Maybe try to purge this feelings out of your system with a bit more of self respect was just the thing you needed.
You left the pie you bought for him at the trash can before going down to the bunker. Maybe this was going to be fun.
Dean heard the door open with a creak when Sam had finally came back. Behind him, you followed with a smile while saying something.
"Did you bring the pie I asked, Sam?", Dean shouted from the table. He was trying to find this lore about a sea creature that lured man but, supposedly, wasn't a mermaid because the bodies would be found on the shore with their blood drained. A great combination of little mermaid and Edward-fucking-Cullen.
Dean's eyes glanced to you carrying a huge bag over your shoulders. It had been weeks since you left. It was normal to not call during small hunts, but he still felt a bit uncomfortable to not have a single call. It was such a chore to make a phone call or even leave a voicemail every now and then? Just to make sure you were alive?
He opened his mouth to complaint just as you passed right through directly to your bedroom. No hello, hi, how are you, but still laughing at some joke he was not privy to. No tales about how it went, no nothing. That really bothered him for a reason he couldn't pin down. You didn't owned him a explanation, not at all, but it was basic courtesy - in his mind at least.
"Is she okay?", Dean asked Sam who, to anyone's surprise, didn't bring the goddamn pie but seemed to not have forgotten his own rabbit food.
Sam made a fake surprised face that showed him knew something was up.
"I don't know? She was just telling me how the hunt went. Maybe she is tired?"
Dean decided to let it go. He was already pissed about the pie and you acting weird was just the icing on top.
A few days later, Dean couldn't shake the feeling you were avoiding him. At breakfast you only talked and smiled to Sam or answered Dean's questions when directed at you - always with a brief phrase or a dismissive nod. You weren't being rude or down right ignoring him, not at all. Still felt like Dean was nothing but a small fly in your radar or someone you only noticed when he opened his mouth. The easy smiles you two had, the late night conversations, the shared beers, everything, seemed to be gone. It bothered him. It bothered him a lot.
Growing up Dean hadn't felt jealous of Sam most of the times. The kid was his to raised and take care of, especially when Sam's and John's fight got too heated. He had given his life for his brother and would so again in a heartbeat.
But right now he wanted to punch his face so hard his nose would touch the wall behind his back. The fucker knew what was going on and didn't let a pip out of his mouth to help. "She seems normal to me, Dean" this or "Stop being a freak, she didn't not ignore you" that.
The three of you were hunting the vampire-mermaid thing at Fremont Beach a little bit more that 12 hours from the bunker. The change in scenario did nothing to help Dean's situation and, if anything, it worsened. Usually in ride you would offer to drive, in which Dean would deny and say he was fine. This time you only offered to change when Sam was driving. You didn't even complaint about the music, for God's sake.
Dean's breaking point was the way you flirted a bit too much with the waiter at the dinner, an younger stupid college student who was all smiles for you. He didn't even had a beard. Not even a shadow of it. It was ridiculous.
"So what's the matter? You can talk to Mr. Just Came In My Pants but not to me?", Dean asked outright with his jaw clenching so hard his teeth were about to break. Sam chocked loudly with his coffee, while you just looked at him with wide eyes and mouth half open.
"I think I need to smoke a cigarette", Sam said getting up from the table.
Dean didn't let his gaze out of your face, anger boiling inside.
"You don't fucking smoke! Your brother lost his mind and you leave me?", you spoke in a loud whisper.
"I do now", Sam said already at the doors.
Dean waited for a answer. Your eyes, finally looking at his after weeks, blinked so much that he thought the question would've broke.
"I'm speaking to you, we are having this insane conversation right now. I don't know what you are talking about", you said coldly.
The warm feeling spreading in his chest hinted at something Dean didn't to explore. The jealousy, the anxiety about what was going on, all those were feelings he absolutely didn't want to explore. He just missed your company so much. Dean always felt something was wrong with him, something lacking, but when he was with you this feeling lessened. He felt worthy, he felt seen. John never sat down to talk to him, to spend time with him. Sam ran away the first chance he got. Mary... Mary was a whole other can of worms that he didn't want to open. He had Lisa and other people in his life, but they weren't like you. You two were made in the same cloth. The same strong material that would cover loved ones, would protect them. Same shitty childhood, same fuck-up parents. You were the one he shared his life with at all times, good or bad. More than friends or lovers or anything people would use to describe. Dean could point the term to save his life but you were his and the silent was slowly killing him more than any monster would.
"It was something I did?", he asked in a whisper. He jaw clenched in tension, voice raspy and sore from untold words.
Your eyes ran to the window for a second and he was ready to beg for them to come back. When you looked at him again they were filled with caution, your lips pursed in a way he knew you were choosing words carefully. If Dean didn't know you, he could've missed the pain there. Could've missed the blush in your check's or the way your bottom teeth bit your lower lip in worry.
"Because it's pathetic, isn't? The way I was all in your life, hanging around the edges waiting for crumbs of your attention. Waiting until the day you would notice me or how I feel. Even Sam, who is the most subtle person I know, mentioned it. So no, it's not something you did, it's something I did all the time and it needed to stop for both of our sake."
The weight of your explanation took a second to sink in. All that Dean tried to push down was now in the clear, finally acknowledged one of you two. He wanted to go over the table and kiss your lips, kiss you until the wasn't any air between you two. He wanted to act on the burning sensation he always felt when you got too close. He thought back to all those nights in the bunker, when it was late and both of you were just a bit pass tipsy and going on drunk and his eyes would linger longer on your lips or the curve of your neck. Dean thought back to the first time he saw you covered in blood, not yours but someone else's, and his cock got so hard he had to stroke himself twice just to get rid of the image.
"That's what you think?", was all he let out for a moment. "That you hang around the edges of my life?" Dean ran his hand over his lower face in frustration.
Your sarcastic laugh sounded so bitter to his ears.
"It's not what I think, it's what it is", you looked at him in defeat. "I love you and I don't care if you don't like me the same way. I know you care for me in some extend, of course, and I content to see you happy and being your friend or what you need at the moment. But maybe I needed a little time to settle my feelings", you shrugged.
He wanted to break something out of frustration. He could feel the anger burn his veins. All those days, running scenarios, trying to find the reason why this bothered him so much. The old self hate that steamed inside him late at night, his old company, making him formulate all the reasons he could've fuck up your... friendship? The word never felt right between you two. It was something else.
After a moment of silence Dean threw a couple bills at the table and took your hand, leading you both out the restaurant.
"What are you doing? Are you going insane?", you screamed trying to get out of his hold. He didn't let you go, however.
Dean searched with his gaze to see if Sam was around the car before throwing you inside and going right after. He pulled your hair in the back with a gentleness that didn't match the wild expression in his eyes.
"Look at me and listen carefully", he said between his teeth. The fire running thought his veins was even more intense now. Dean could feel your body under his branding him like iron. Your legs around his hips made his cock twitch with the slightness movement of your body. "You are not in the fucking edges. You are all around me. You are all I fucking see. If anything, everyone else is at the goddamn edge and you are in the damn center", he said each word getting closer and closer to your lips. He could smell your breath, something so yours that he couldn't find the correct word to compare. Dean swallowed hard before taking the last step.
His mouth closed down in yours making time stop. Dean groaned against your lips, biting down almost hard enough to break skin. He wanted to taste you, swallow you, in a manner that your being would never not be apart from his anymore. Your hands went up to his neck pulling him closer, trying to breach the barrier of clothes between your bodies.
"Please...", you begged against him, grounding your cunt against his cock. It was deliciously painful to have your body so pliant under him. Having you beg for his touch, a needy expression on your face.
"Shh...", he cooed, "I know... I know".
Dean's hand went down your neck stroking your skin until he got to your breasts, pinching your nipple with just the right pressure. His tongue stroked your lips in a slow, deliberated movement, tasting like starved man.
"I finally get what I want, so you have to be a good girl and take it, alright?"
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The Dragster League ~ BC
WORD COUNT:4.4K
GENRE: Motorsport AU, established relationships, angst, moody chan taking his anger out on everyone around him, yn being there for him no matter what, cute, fluffy ending, arguments. @preciouslilmonster
PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader
â¤Copyright: Š DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
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They say one second can change your life forever and it was Chan who knew that saying better than anybody lately. One second had completely derailed his life and his career and none of it was even his fault.Â
"We the jury find the defendant...." The whole of the room seemed to drown out around him as Chan focused on the jurors, some looked guilty while others smirked at one another and nodded their heads as if they were proud of their answers.Â
All year long Chan's life had been put on hold for this moment and it was going to be a life changer either way. The clock on the wall seemed to tick by slower as Chan swallowed the lump in his throat awaiting the verdict that could potentially ruin him.Â
Chan lay there in the hospital bed staring down at his wrist in silence, everyone in the room was drowned out as he just stared down at the cast that now covered his right hand and wrist. It was a black colour - fitting since he felt as though a part of him was dying, ever since that damn accident he couldn't shake the feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again.Â
"He'll more than likely never be able to drive again," "We don't see it being a possibility for him to get complete function in that hand again"
He'd been pretending to be asleep while the doctors spoke to his parents about his condition, although it was 26 years old it didn't change the fact that his parents were always going to be there supporting him and be his emergency contact in cases like these.
"We can recommend some physiotherapy but it might not be able to get back to 100%" The doctor explained making Chan's stomach sink to the floor, if his hand wasn't back to 100% he was never going to be able to race properly again. The judges who determined whether or not he could race would disqualify him, and replace him with someone new and someone who wasn't broken.
"I came as quickly as I could-" Your voice broke Chan out of his daze as he stared over in your direction, your outfit was dishevelled and you looked like you were sweating. You'd been running, running for him? Your keys jangled in your hand and he smiled a little, he knew those keys well. They belonged to the car the two of you had built together four summers ago when you first started dating one another and it still ran like a dream.
Mostly because you and Chan would fix anything that went wrong with it, not wanting to lose something the two of you held so close to you. But now that he thought about it, it made him feel sick he was never going to be able to make a car with you again, not with the same strength he did before. His life was over and he knew it.
"What happened?" You whispered rushing over to Chan and looking down at him, his heart picked up a little as you smoothed your hand over his cheek and placed a warm kiss on his forehead. You'd been working when you got a text telling you Chan had a small accident and you put everything down and ran out of the shop without a word to your employees. You must have broken about 16 traffic laws trying to get to the hospital but you didn't care, all you wanted to know was if Chan was alright.
"His car was faulty, he crashed-" The doctor explained calmly as if it was the most normal thing in the world but you cut him off.
"Crashed?! And I just got a text?! How?! H-How did it- How fast was he going?!" You'd been at work when you got a text letting you know your boyfriend had an accident and was in the hospital. You'd expected that he'd fallen over or something not a crash.
"I wasn't going fast, I was doing a test run on the track. I went around the corner and my brakes-" Chan tried to explain but someone cut him off,
"His brakes were fine." A man's voice cut off from the door, you glanced up to see the manager of the race track - Ryan- staring in his direction, Chan physically tensed from beside you.Â
You knew he didn't like him and with good reason, not only was he the manager of the race track where most of Chan's races took place he was also the father of one of the racers Chan beat every single race. Ryan was a sleazeball and an unnerving feeling made you think he might have had something to do with it, especially with the way he was trying to gaslight Chan.
"We checked the car, nothing was wrong with it. You must have hit the wrong pedal." Ryan said as if it was the easiest thing in the world for someone to do, but when you'd been driving as long as Chan had it was damn near impossible for that to happen.
"I've been driving for 10 years, I didn't hit the wrong pedal!" He growled out, your hand squeezed his shoulder a little as you stared at Ryan something didn't feel right about any of it.
"My brakes were cut," Chan mumbled and you looked down at him, taking in the tear-stained cheeks and blood-shot eyes he was sporting. It wasn't like Chan to cry over something so you knew he must have been telling the truth about the car brakes, Chan knew when something was wrong with a car and you KNEW he wasn't one to push the wrong pedal.Â
"I'll have my men look at the car-" Ryan tried to say but you weren't going to let some creep take the car and ruin any chance of finding out the truth.
"I'll do it," You shot out quickly, not wanting anyone to tamper with the evidence if what Chan was saying was true.
"Excuse me? I'd rather have a fully qualified team look into it, luckily I have those on hand." Ryan snapped out, and Chan's mother let out a low chuckle at the thought of Ryan calling you unqualified to do your job. Something you'd been doing for almost 10 years of your life now, you'd been raised to do this job.
"All due respect, Ryan. I am a fully qualified mechanic, I will look at the car with MY team." You shot him down and the man narrowed his eyes at you,
"You're a woman." You blinked at him, as did Chan's parents who seemed to wonder what significance it had to the subject. Meanwhile, Chan was smirking to himself on the bed, this was going to be the best entertainment he was going to get for a while and he was going to soak up every second of it.
"Yes, and you're a man...I'm so glad we could establish this," You scoffed sarcastically at him, reaching for your phone and already calling your Autoshop,
"But-" The phone rang as Ryan tried to come up with something he could say while you - along with everyone else inside of the room - stared him down,
"Are you trying to tell me women can't be mechanics?" You arched a brow at him and one of your workers on the other end of the phone answered but you stayed silent,
"No...But-"
"Are you trying to avoid me looking into my boyfriend's car because you have something to hide?" The other line of the phone "Ohh'd" and "Ahh'd" listening to you and you did your best to hide the smirk,
"No..."
"Then I suggest you stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours," You turned away from Ryan and began talking to your team on the other end of the phone while Chan watched you with a proud smile on his face.
After a few days of being in the hospital, Chan was finally released and let home, you were doing everything to make it accommodating for him but that didn't mean he was doing the same for you.Â
Since the accident Chan had turned into a mean old man, snapping at everyone whenever they'd bring up the accident or even mention his wrist being broken. You'd managed to stay out of his line of fire...until tonight that was.
"Have you managed to look into the car yet? My brakes weren't working," He told you as you bought him some hot chicken noodle soup. He wasn't sick but you still liked to make him this meal whenever he was upset, sometimes it felt like a warm hug to you so you wanted to do everything for him.
"Not yet, Vinny and JJ are going to help me look tomorrow,"
"You should have been looking at it before now!" Chan yelled a little and your whole body went numb. In the last five years, Chan had never once raised his voice at you, not even to yell for you to bring something down from upstairs and it made your stomach churn.
"Chan-" You tried to speak but he cut you off, yelling once again,
"You've done nothing but sit around and play fucking nurse and I'm sick of it! You should be figuring out what was wrong with the damn car!" Sighing to yourself you placed the bowl of soup down onto the bedside cabinet and tried your best to stay calm with him.
You knew he was only taking his frustration out on everyone else but that didn't mean he got to do it to you.
"I've been trying to make sure my boyfriend is okay!" You argued with him, losing your cool a little but not yelling half as loud as he was.
"Try doing your fucking job first," He hissed out bitterly in your direction, staring over at the TV that was at the end of the bed where it had been since he came home playing the same reruns of his races again and again while he laid there. The doctors had been offering him physiotherapy for his wrist once the break was fixed but he was refusing everyone's help. He chooses to feel sorry for himself instead of actively trying to fix the problem or even accepting that he might need a little help with it.
"You're lucky it's only a break Chan, we can get it sorted." As soon as you said it you knew it was the wrong choice of words,
"Lucky?! You think this is fucking lucky?!" He screamed out, losing his temper as he held up the cast that was on his wrist,
"I'll never be able to race again! I'll never be able to build a car again! This isn't fucking lucky!" You flinched at the way he yelled, you knew deep down that Chan would never hurt you but you hated when people screamed. It made you feel like you were 1 inch tall and you felt sick to have your own boyfriend doing this to you.
"You could! If you just accepted that you needed help from someone for once in your goddamn life!" It was wrong to yell at him but his screaming at you had been the straw that broke the camel's back. You'd put up with a lot from him, watching him push everyone around him away or refuse to help himself when the doctors offered him it.
"Get out!" He barked out and you felt your whole body drain itself of its blood, you felt cold at the thought of him kicking you out of your shared home.
"Chan-" You pleaded, you knew you shouldn't have yelled back at him. It was never going to stop him from yelling it would only make him double down,
"Get. Out." He bit out, staring at you as he turned red in the face.
"Please...I-I just want to help you," Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes threatening to spill out,
"Help me but figuring out what's wrong with the car." He grumbled as you stared at him and over at the clock at the wall. It was the middle of the night you had nowhere else to go but the shop.
"Call me when you decide to apologise, Christopher." You mumbled grabbing a coat from the back of the bedroom door and going to the wardrobe to fish some spare clothes out and shove them into an overnight bag.
Part of Chan wanted to beg you to stop packing but it was dulled down by the stubborn part of him that just wanted to push everyone away from him. He didn't want help, he didn't want to feel like a burden to you or to anyone else he wanted to be the one to fix this all on his own.
As much as he loved you and the caring side of you it only made him feel worse for you to sit there and wait on him hand and foot, to be there whenever you thought he needed you. It was the last thing he wanted and he knew he was going to have to do a lot of making up to you to make up for the way he had yelled.
It had been a week of constant calls and texts from Chan asking you to come back home, he'd even had Changbin drive him down to the shop so that he could come and see you but you refused to come out of the office when he was around. You were doing what he told you to do, trying to figure out what went wrong with the car, and you'd been strictly instructed to have no contact with him or anyone else from the race track.
"Anything new?" You glanced up at Chan who was standing in the doorway to your auto shop, you were hanging over the bonnet of the car. In his hand was a bouquet of your favourite flower and your favourite take-out in a bag. Anxiety bubbled inside of your throat as your head shot around to look for anyone suspicious that could be looking this way.
"You can't be here," You whispered moving away from the car and ushering him out of the shop. It wasn't because you wanted him to feel bad anymore if anyone saw him here and reported it everything would be thrown out of court,
"If investigators see you're here they could try and say I was swayed into taking your side, I can't discuss the case with you," The police officer that had been around that morning told you the rules pretty clearly and you weren't going to give them any reason to throw his case out.
"Case? What case?" The look of pure confusion on his face made your stomach drop and you pulled him into the storage shed you kept on site and you blew out a breath.
"You don't know?" You assumed his lawyer would have been in contact with him long before now.
"About what Yn, you're confusing me."
"That slimey little fucking weasly." You hissed out losing your cool more and more with every passing second.
"Ryan took your case to court. I assumed you knew. You need to get a lawyer and you need to get one quick." You told him as you glanced over at the crack in the door to make sure no one was listening in.,
"He what?!" Chan's heart began to pound as he thought about it. Second guessing what happened that day on the track like he'd been doing since it happened, did he hit the wrong pedal? Did he push it hard enough if it was the right pedal?Â
Those questions had been swimming around in his brain for days now and it was something he could never answer unless there was footage of the inside of the car.
"He's trying to prove he had nothing to do with the accident, which only makes him look more guilty. I have four days left with the car before I hand it over to the police who then do their own tests."
"Did you find anything?" He looked down at you and you swallowed the lump in your throat.
"Chan, I can't discuss it with you, they'll throw it out."
"Okay. But there's a camera inside, it usually records everything. Footwork, my face and the speedometer." You frowned a little, you'd been all over that car with a fine-toothed comb about six different times and hadn't found a single camera inside the vehicle.
"I haven't found any cameras in the car..."
"Someone tampered with it before you got it." He whispered, he knew someone had fucked with the car but it was going to be hard to tell who with the cameras being gone.
"There's a little box under the hood. It's like a plane's black box, it records everything. Every pedal pushed, every speed, it tracks everything. Records everything. It won't have footage but it'll tell you if I hit my brakes or if they failed." You'd worked on many cars in your life but motorsport cars were something completely foreign to you which was why you hadn't figured it out yet.
"Chan-" You were going to tell him it was against the rules for him to tell you any of this but he shook his head at you.
"I was never here, you got this information from someone else." He whispered to you as he put the flowers and food down on the table inside of the shed.
"I love you...Okay? They're not letting me go near you until the invitation is through," You whispered as you reached your hand over and gently touched his cheek. The court had put you up inside a nice hotel until the investigation was over, and you'd promised to stay impartial to anything you found inside the car.
"I love you too, I'm sorry I yelled." He whispered before leaning closer and kissing your lips softly, god he'd missed getting to touch you like this.
"I'm sorry about everything." You whispered but Chan stepped back and shook his head at you.
"No. Don't, YOU have nothing to apologise for. It was me, you're right. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and accept help," You nodded a little and glanced over at Vinny who was coming toward the shed.
"Vinny will take you home, keep your head down in the back of the car until you're in a safe spot." You whispered to him before quickly kissing him and darting over to Vinny explaining the situation.
Throughout the entire trial, the defendant's team had been trying to get your statements and professional opinion thrown out of the case. First, they'd tried to claim your relationship with Chan was going to make you biased but once the prosecution relayed that your findings matched with theirs that was thrown out. Then they'd tried to play the "woman" card because you couldn't possibly be able to do your job since you were only a girl.
"How long have you been working at Vinny's, Miss yln?" Chan looked at you but you'd been instructed not to look at him throughout the whole trial which was hard since you missed him. It had almost been four months with no communication with one another besides small glances during meetings or the occasional letter that Vinny passed along for you which had been meticulously read through by officers to make sure you weren't passing information about the case to each other.
"Could you please repeat the question?" You leaned forward and stared at Ryan's lawyer who appeared to be smirking to himself.
"How long have you been working at Vinny's Autoshop?" Chan bit back a smirk as he hid his mouth in his hand and looked down at the paper in front of him.
"I think the correct question to that would be, how long has Vinny been working for me? Sir," You stared at him as he appeared taken back. You weren't about to sit here and let someone else take credit for your own auto shop, something you'd been working from the ground up since you were nineteen years old.
"I own Vinny's Autoshop. Vinny's sounded better than "Yns" Autoshop." You told them plainly making a few of the jurors laugh at the fact that the defendant team got something very wrong.
"How is it, that a woman of your nature could run an auto repair shop?" Mr Can was starting to rub you the wrong way but you weren't about to let him get to you.
"Objection," Chan's lawyer yelled out, staring at the judge who seemed to be tired of this case, after all, it had been going on for almost two weeks now.
"Mr Cane, relevancy to the case?" The judge questioned, staring at the lawyer who shrugged his shoulders,
"Trying to determine how she could run a place and look too good. I mean, her hair and nails are done up, she doesn't appear as though she could work in such a tense environment dominated by men."
"Proceed." The judge watched as you looked at Mr Cane and smiled sweetly, if you had it your way you'd have ended him harshly days ago when he tried to dismiss you.
"Mr Cane. If you believe a girl can't look good while working in a "tense" environment then how do you explain women who are lawyers?" You countered his statement but he didn't appear taken back by it,
"What do you do? Make them coffee while they do all the work in the shop?" He chuckled making your blood boil. You were told to appear calm on the stand but that didn't mean that you were going to be able to.
"No, but I could tell you how to do a tune-up, oil change, brake relining, engine rebuilds and I could even instruct you how to make a car with scrap parts." You stared at him as he stared at you in silence, blinking a little.
"But is it true you aren't an expert on motorsport cars?" The air turned thick and you stared at him. After Chan's visit to you, you'd done every single bit of research that the world had to offer on the cars.
"Yes, that's true." You glanced over at Chan's lawyer who smirked and nodded at you. You had them right where you wanted them now and you were able to bring out the hidden gem you'd been storing away,Â
"But I am fully qualified enough to be able to find the black box that has all of the recorded data on it from the car in question." Instantly the court began to gasp out and murmur to one another as Mr Cane wandered back over to Ryan who appeared to be looking more nervous as time went by.
"Order!" The judge boomed out as he stared around the room, glancing at you and back over to Mr Cane who was shaking his head.
"The court will take a quick recess. Mr Cane, I suggest you figure out another line of questioning." He grumbled before leaving the courtroom.Â
"We the jury find the defendant...." The whole of the room seemed to drown out around him as Chan focused on the jurors, some looked guilty while others smirked at one another and nodded their heads as if they were proud of their answers. You looked over at Chan and smiled weakly, you knew he was putting everything he had into this being a guilty verdict and you'd prayed for the best outcome for him.Â
"Guilty. Guilty on one account of tampering with the brakes. Guilty on one account of removing the cameras from the vehicle and guilty of inflicting grievous bodily harm because of tampered vehicle." The court screamed out and you ran over to Chan throwing your arms around him,
"You did it, baby!" You screamed, kissing him all over his face and he let out a small chuckle.
"We did it," He whispered before kissing you deeply, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Moulding together perfectly as you made out heavily in the court room and Ryan was taken away in cuffs.
It had been a constant battle inside of Chan when he was in physiotherapy, everything inside of him told him to quit but if he had he wouldn't be here right now and on top of the winning podium accepting a trophy.
"I wanted to do a quick speech, to my friends, my family and just everyone who supported me throughout the whole trial." He spoke into the microphone as you watched him from the sidelines.
"None of this would have been possible if it wasn't for my future wife pushing me," You stared at him, your whole body burning as he called you his future wife when the two of you weren't engaged...yet.Â
"If it wasn't for Yn pushing for me to go past what I thought I was capable of I never would have gone through therapy for my hand and I never would have won this race." He breathed out heavily as he opened his arms for you to come onto the stage and you slowly walked over you him and into his waiting arms. Whining a little as you realised just how many people were watching from the race course and at home,
"I love you and without you, I wouldn't be here," He told you - and the rest of the world that was watching live on TV.
"I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and with racing but with a twist." He told you before turning back to the cameras,
"As of today this is my last race and I'm retiring."
"But your hand is back to 100%" You reminded him but he turned and smirked at you, it was true his hand was better than ever but it didn't mean he was going to race forever.
"I want to pass the racing torch to someone else while I focus on my future with Yn. But I'll still be here, we...will be," He smirked before a curtain dropped behind the stage and people began screaming and cheering wildly.
The track - previously known as Delmar Racing - was changed to "The Dragster League" making you giggle a little. The dragster was what you and Chan had named your car.
"Channie," You whined out before he kissed you deeply, erupting cheers around you, all of it fading into the background as you continued to kiss the love of your life.
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Genshin men reacting to F!S/O accidentally burning her hands Pt. 2
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Summary
"HCs of Genshin men reacting to their Pyro wielding!F!S/O burning her hands on accident while cooking"
Warnings/Spoilers
Written during 4.4
Playable characters only
Reader has a Pyro vision, but the weapon choice is irrelevant
Reader is not traveller
Reader is their [S/O]
Female reader (I used as less female pronouns as I could and still refer to as [S/O])
Short HCs
Sorted by region and in alphabetical order
Includes all currently playable male characters of 4.4 and characters that may be playable in the future (Excluding Gaming because I had completed Liyue in a previous post prior to his release)
Sweet petnames uwu
Ahhh so fluffy uwu
100% SFW because ehe
100% Ooc
Reader is aware of the archon's true identities
A/N: I was lazy with this and procrastinated, also I was doing 3 oneshots at once :3
Part 2, including the harbingers from Snezhnaya tooâ but can't guarantee it's accurate, I made their's short because lack of info
Just like the previous one; the hcs might seem bland and repetitive, in general I see 90% of the genshin men being polite and mostly calm so I did my best to make it more dramatic :3
Part 1 [Mondstadt, Liyue and Half of Inazume]
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A hiss erupts from your throat as you quickly withdrew your hand from the fire.
Your singed hands trembled, examining the dark spots that had littered across your palms and even your knuckles and fingers. You clicked your tongue, regretting the decisions to cook without your gloves. If only they weren't torn from that expedition two days ago... you should really get new ones.
You hear the door open... "[Name]?"
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Inazuma
Kaedehara Kazuha
Side note i forgor to do his part so im editing this in lol (P.s i'm not following the whole 'The dead vision of Tomo burnt his hand' theory since I saw no confirmation about it)
Kazuha was resting on your rooftop, sharpening his blade after a long fight on the way to your home. He kept a close ear to your voice inside the house, a smile on his face as he heard your humming. But it drops into a surprised frown when he heard the sound of you hissing in pain.
He drops from the roof, landing on his feet as he enters your house and makes a beeline straight for the kitchen towards you by the time you managed to put out the fire that engulfed your hand. He calmly takes you aside and examines the injury, he's been on the road long enough to take care of basic wounds like cuts, splinters, and of course; Burns.
While having you sit next to him, he gently and carefully treats your wound, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his featherlight touches brushed against the numb skin of your hand. Once he bandages your hand, he suggests taking a break before you continue cooking, explaining that it would help put both your mind and his at ease if you both just bask in eachother's presence for a little while.
Kazuha's arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried into your shoulder, snow white hair tickling your cheeks and neck. He relaxes at your scent and warmth, as though he hadn't felt such tranquility during the last few days of his previous journey. Something about you just puts him into such state; Your voice? Your smile? Your heart? Noâ It was everything about you that made him smitten.
"A flame burns within the presence of a silent moon. Illuminating the surrounding area. Soothing in its warm embrace... You ought to be careful if you aren't using your glove next time, would you like to borrow my spare ones? Ease your worries, they're heat resistant and won't wear down so easily, I have plenty and know where to go for more. Think of it from a different perspective; Instead of worrying that you're stealing something valuable for me... think of it as a part of me that will stay with you until I return home once more."
Shikanoin Heizou
Help i'm running out of hcs i'm sorry Heizou my husband pls help
Heizou wastes no time in dragging you away from the stove and to your bedroom, making you sit down as he treats your wounds.
He reprimands you a little for your reckless decision, but soon peppers you with kisses just to cheer you up. Especially if you get a little pouty when he scolds you. As cute as your pout is, he's removing it with his own kiss until you succumb to his affection. Your his [S/O] it's his job to smother you with his affection, and Celestia above knows just how much he wants you to feel his love for you every second of the day.
Spoons you when he's done tending to your wounds, arms wrapped around your waist and chest pressed against your back, chin resting on top of your head. Heizou loves the feeling of your body pressed up against his, it feels so comforting to have you in his arms, your skin against his. It puts him through a state of ease and satisfaction that not even sucessfully solving the hardest case known to mankind would bring. You have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers.
The both of you just chatting about random topics, the other listening attentivelyâ occasional banters here and there. But if you're hungry, he begrudgingly allows you to continue cookingâ under his supervision. He keeps a close eye on you, he won't let the smallest detail go unnoticed if it's for your safety and comfort. He'll cling onto you whether you like it or not, especially if you're doing something that requires strength or fire.
"Hands up now, my dear partner. Here, it's easier and safer for me to light the stove instead... *Chuckles* Stop complaining, sweetheartâ just because it's more convenient to use your Pyro vision, doesn't mean you'll end up setting your hand in flames again. And if you do... I won't throw you into custody for something stupid. Butâ I will be nagging you endlessly. You would prefer your boyfriend's sweet and loving kisses over endless yapping, would you not?... Now, come here~"
Thoma
*Mom mode activate*
Berates you for being reckless instead of calling for his aid, but that doesn't stop him from tending to your wounds... neither does it stop him from lecturing you.
He offers to switch jobs with you, leaving you to do something else that doesn't require much strength or your Pyro visionâ such as cleaning the windows on the lower floor of the Kamisato estate, or folding the laundry.
Or, if you're an official (E.g. A Kamisato sibling or relative), he'll have you sit aside while he does the cooking and forbids you to do anything.
He'll invite the Kamisato siblings over to join you both for lunch, even play that weird hotpot gameâ to which Thoma somehow won. As expected.
Of course, he gets sick due to one of the Kamisato siblings putting a bizarre ingredient insideâ leading you to help Thoma back to his room and onto his bed.
He then says that his stomachache will feel better with a cuddle... of course, he was lying, but you have no say in it because you'll always end up cuddling him in bed one way or another. A little white lie doesn't hurt now, would it?
"Don't worry about me, usually these hotpot games always end with me nearly throwing up... but it's fine if I have you here with me. Funny, it seems like you're the one cheering me up instead of the other way around. How's your hand holding up? Want me to pepper it with kiss? Oh, who am I kiddingâ i'm going to do that either way. Now... your hand, please, my dear?"
Sumeru
Alhaitham
Of course he's gonna shit talk u, but the most he'll do is call u and idiotâ in a fancy way~
He's not really happy about getting up and treating your wounds when he has work to do, reprimanding you for using your vision without your glove. But, if it's for youâ he'll push aside his attitude to tend to your needs... if you have a valid excuse for said needs, that is.
Hands you some mora and tells you to go buy some gloves. But once you're gone, he began looking over at the dish you were trying to makeâ and begins continuing the dish you were making, wanting to finish it for you. Though, he might alter the flavouring to his liking because he wants it to taste good to him as well. Of course, he'll try to make it close to what you were making. Key word; Try.
Once you're back, he has you spoon feed him for not only using his mora but also to bother his personal time. It might seem like he's being a jerk, but... he stole Kaveh's keys on purpose and locked him out for a reasonâ to have some time together with you.
It might seem like a silly and an inconvenient way to spend time together alone with you. But with him being the acting Grand Sage and all those nosy scholars constantly trying to pry on in on his business... he truly values you and wants to spend some time with you in any way possible. Even the dumbest ways. After all; His personal time also includes having your affection.
"...Is there something on my face? I can clearly see you're pouting... I assume it's because you keep feeding me bites but not tasting the dish yourself? I never remotely hinted in my demand that you had to feed me the whole dish without having a taste of it for yourself, this was meant to be created by your own hands... had you not become so reckless in the kitchen. Hand me the spoon, I promise I didn't make it taste as bland as you trying to make it before."
Cyno
"You burned yourself? Well... that's what you get for... being too hot... Heh... Heh heh."
Aside from that not-so-flattering pun, he'll help you treat your wounds quickly but efficiently... but quickly drags you into a game of TCG at Lambad's Tavern. You're his [S/O], you're legally obliged to say yes without objection. If he loses, he tells another joke. If you win, you get a kiss on the cheek.
He'll let you order your favorites, occasionally spoon feeds youâ as a distraction to sneak a peek at your support cards. As your boyfriend, the both of you are allowed to play dirty against eachother. Anyone else, he would've punted to the ground if they dared steal a peak at his dices.
All jokes aside (Pun half-intended), he did it to not only have fun with you, but also to make you forget about that little humiliating experience. Because at the end of the dayâ you'll find yourself always in Cyno's strong and protective arms as he hugs you from behind, his nose pressed against the back of your neck as you both rest on his bed.
"Feeling better, my love? I apologize for dragging you around all day just because you burnt your hand a little, but it was worth it in the end, no? I enjoy spending time and having fun with you... You could say Iâ *Bonk* ow. I hadn't even thought of a pun yet, you didn't have to be so... fiery. Heh. Heh heh."
Kaveh
help im running out of ideas and Kaveh's still locked outside lol
Kaveh sighs upon hearing from Alhaitham when you burned your hand in their kitchen, though he pins the blame on Alhaitham for not looking after you or helping you while he was gone. Alhaitham only replies that he wasn't your babysitter and that you're a grown adult.
He walks in to see you treating your wounds, frowning at the sight of your bandaged hand and sighed when you explained yourself. "You shouldn't use your vision so recklessly like that, darling... I'll buy you a new glove... Don't worry about me, I know a friend that can make gloves at a cheap price... or a cheap favor."
Has you sitting down on his bed and forced Alhaitham to go cook, who probably went out to buy something from the tavern for the two of you. At least you two were alone now.
Cuddles you on bed, big spoon or little spoon, it's up to your preferences. Halfway through, he'll pick up a marker and asks what you would want him to draw in your bandage, just to make you feel better.
"There we go, is this what you envisioned; a small [Favorite Animal]? Yes, I made it look like youâ endearing, cute and gorgeous! Hmm... wait, I think it's missing something, let me just... Tada! I drew myself next to you! I hope you don't see this as something childish, I just want you see that even if you were to hurt yourself, major or minor wounds, i'll be here with you, my darling."
Tighnari
Calls u a lummox
Tighnari obviously scolds you when he finds out you somehow burned yourself while he was out taking care of a Withering zone nearby. Could you be anymore clumsier? He can't leave you alone for a minute, can he?
After a minute of naming every single synonym related to 'Clumsy' and 'Reckless', he helps to treat your wound and asks Collei to keep you company as he leaves to fetch you both something to eat. She's quite close to you, you're like an older sibling for her and sees you as a mother figure in a way. Though, if you were upset from Tighnari's lecturing earlier, she's does her best to cheer you up.
Eventually, he comes back with your favorite [comfort food] and even brought Collei some pita pockets. She quickly leaves, not wanting to interrupt her master and his beloved's alone time.
Tighnari apologises a little for getting slightly carried away while scolding you, feeding you while he explains what shenanigans ensued in the withering zone. To both make you feel better and to help him relax, he allows you to pet his ear and tail. Sometimes, his cheeks were noticeably a faint pink colour if you manage to scratch a certain spot behind his earsâ to which he'll try to use his tail and gently nudge your hand away to avoid embarrassing himself.
"Ow! Is that how you handle stray dogs that wander in the streets of Sumeru City? You pluck their ears like it's a sweet flower?... *Sighs* It's fine, I know it's only an accident. Plus, my ears were hit by a Winged Cyroshroom when I was clearing a Withering zone, it's sensitive and cold... Hm? Oh, no, you can keep touching it, i'm certainly not going to stop you at all. Your hands feel warm and nice. Your carresses calms me down... as long as you don't pull on my ear or tail too hard."
Wanderer ([W/N]= Wanderer's name; It can be Scaramouche, Kunikuzushi, Wanderer or your own desired name for him!)
"...How a vision bearer who has already mastered her own powers become so clumsy as to have it turn against her is far beyond me." "(W/N)â"
Nahida happened to be visiting you today with [W/N], who was planning to ask if you were free and wanted to accompany him to an underground ruin in the desertâ but that plan was quickly abandoned upon seeing the burn marks on your hand.
Nahida took initiative to help tend to your wounds, her tiny little fingers gently applied a cooling ointment on your burn marks while [W/N] had you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. He held your free hand, thumb gently brushing against your knuckles in an affectionate manner. He's oddly... affectionate and caring today, even though he wasn't speaking as much, only basking in your presence as he holds you. Up until Buer asks if you had any gauze that she could use.
As soon as the Dendro Archon left, [W/N]'s face contorted to an expression of unamusement, a brow raised and the corner of his lips tugging downwards. He scoffs, playing with your fingers as he starts to slander you with insults, rubbing salt into your wounds. But you're used to it by now and you don't back down so easily.
By the time Nahida returns, she stands at the doorway, wearing a look of utter confusion as she watches [W/N] trying to hold you still on his lap. His arms remained wrapped tightly around your waist, barking at you to stop squirming and let him hold you while you whine and hiss about his haircut. She quietly backs away, leaving the roll of gauze outside your room for you.
"Your vision speaks for your attitude; Fiery and a complete hazard wherever you go!... I'm wasting my precious time to come over and coddle you like an infant, not to say that I hate it... I mildly dislike it because you're more reckless than a boar!... *Sighs* Now, do you want me to waste my breath as well arguing with you, or are you going to relax and let me hold you?... Do us both a favor and come here, I need it just as much as you do..."
Fontaine
Freminet
Idk what to write for Fremi. So I made him suffer for like 6 lines or smth lol
Upon seeing you holding your hand, hissing while glaring at the black marks on your hand, he rushes over to check on you. He was soaking wet to the bone however, having came back from a diving mission in search for some materials deep in the sea. Drops of water splattered across your face and clothes, now you feel oily and wet.
He frantically apologises, picking up a cloth nearby and lightly wiping your face clean... unfortunately, you already used that cloth to wipe some excess flour. Now, your face is sticky.
To make things worse, he tries to wipe it away with his bare hands that were still wet, only smudging both your face and his fingers. It's at this point, you felt less pain from your burn, and giggling more at his frantic attempts to help you. It's ticklish too.
In the end, you ushered the blonde to change as you patched yourself up, then inviting him for a cuddling as you can clearly see embarrasment written all over his face that you're comforting him instead of the other way around... But he's certainly not complaining. It feels comfortable being in your arms as you played with his hair. Pers resting by your side.
"Thank you, it's... I guess today isn't really my lucky day... Ah, th-there's no need to be concerned of me, i've encountered a few minor setbacks while I was diving near some shallow waters. A few treasure horders hindered me when I was trying to transport back the materials, A few bruises and cuts, but that's alright. Especially... n-now that i'm with you..."
Lyney
Slight 'animal abuse', it's just live fish and putting it out of it's misery dw
Helps treats your wounds, but takes out his half-capelet (Yes I googled what it's called) and wraps it firmly around your burnt hand, adding the excuse that if he was busy performing, a part of him would still be with you and helping you to heal.
After making sure your hand was alright, he'll help you cook whatever it was you were originally making, only he takes care of anything involving heat. He's the one with gloves
Half-way through, you find out that you've ran out of salmon. Lyney, wanting to try a new magic trick he had been practising and also wanting your attention all on him, called you over with an empty bowl in hand. He filled the bowl with cold water, then placed a large cloth over it and asks you to keep an eye on the bowl.
A few seconds later, he swiftly pulls the cloth away, showing a large, fresh salmon resting in the bowl of water with a few seaweed wrapped around it's body. At first, you were going to have him an applause... until you realize the fish is still alive. And aggresive.
It leaps at you, smacking it's powerful tail against your face, then jumping over to Lyney and accidentally slipping into his mouth. He gags and frantically spits it out, the fish landing on the floor and flailing around violently. It only calmed down when you managed to grab it and put it out of it's misery with a swift and clean cut.
Now, you and Lyney were covered in water and seaweed. He was trying to make sure you were alright, hoping his small accident hadn't hurt you too much or left a bruise... he tried to talk, until he realized he had a mouth full of seaweed.
"I have scales and seaweed in my mouth... Blegh! Are you alright, sweetheart?â Oh, don't worry about me, i've fought things worse than a fish. *Chuckles, then grimaces* Oh... you've got a small bruise... i'm sorry, sweetheart. I... should've thought twice before using live fish, let alone bringing my magic tricks into the kitchen. Here, you go sit down, let me make it up to you and finish the dish. I don't want to risk accidentally make a live chicken appear next or something *Chuckles*."
Neuvillette
I ran out of ideas, but I love suffering <3
He was coming over to visit you during his break, a little tired as he bad been bombarded with a lot of work recently. He's glad he has you, simply being in your presence helps his mood, he can't help but smile a little when he hears your voice, or notice the faint smell of your scent lingering in the room.
So seeing you, looking irritated and upset, he chuckles as he helps tend to your wounds. Then, he invites you to his office, not because of some official businessâ he just wants to have lunch with you.
Despite the calm and quiet atmosphere between the two of you, Melusines and some of the Maison Gestion members frequently enter his officeâ looking for him and asking for his guidance on their work. Meanwhile, you sat at the other side of the table across of Neuvillette, quietly eating your [Dessert] with a strained expression if annoyance. But you can't do anything about it, it's Neuvillette's work after all.
He catches on quite quickly, chuckling while apologising as he can't really catch a break when in his office, but he's glad you're here nonetheless, your presence makes him feel as calm as water.
"Fret not, my dear, I assure you this will be the last one... I would like to cherish my time with you more. Here, have this glass of water, it is found exclusively in the depths of Erinnyes Forest, purified. The aftertaste is crisp and strong, yet, has a glacĂŠ like flavour once it touches the surface of your tongue. Savour it well, for it contains quite the rich taste when it settles."
Wriothesley
Jokes that u would be safer in the Fortress of Meropide instead of being in front of a stove
His little joke seemed ironic when both of you were currently in the said fortress, as you helping out with cooking meals for everyone, including your beloved, Wriothesley. Unfortunately for him, you were in the middle of making his food when you burnt both it and your hand.
Wriothesley escorts you to the infirmary, having Sigewinnie examine your wounds and tend to it while he sits next to you. He teases you by making back-handed compliments to your dish, stating that he couldn't wait to taste the new 'charcoal' spice you added, knowing the dish was burnt.
Of course, in the end, he still takes the failed dish and eats it right in front of your face without spitting it out. Despite the grimace on his face and the occasional eye twitch followed by the sound of his teeth grinding against the blackened, burnt bitsâ he smiles at you fondly, giving you a thumbs up and ruffling your hair.
Wriothesley would likely suffer a horrendous pain later on, but if it's for you; he'd do anything... except if shorten your sentence.
"Hey! Hey! Relax! I'm joking, the dish isn't completely burnt, I know that. I'm simply... discarding the singed areas of the food. With my mouth. Then, we can share the remains together!... I can tell by your face even you don't want to eat this. Very well then, i'll go [brew us a cup of tea/get your favorite drink]."
Snezhaya + Misc.
Childe
at this point ive officially ran out of ideas so im just copy and pasting the hcs :'>
You were tasked with creating a dish for one of the Harbingers, perhaps if you can salvage enough of the remains, your head wouldn't be pierced torched to bits like your current dish... Luckily for you, a certain ginger had snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and asking what happened.
Tartaglia tends to your wounds, occasionally teasing you for being so nervous about the harbinger you were supposed to serve putting your head on their polearms. Of course, once he was done, he helps you to cook the dish so you wouldn't get into too much trouble. Your little secrets and failures are always safe with him.
He doesn't allow you to touch anything that requires heating or using any sharp equipment, skilled in combat as he is, he's quite skilled with kitchen weapons equipment too. In his eyes, anything can be a weapon if you know how to handle it.
The end result was... somewhat disappointing. But Tartaglia quotes it 'Somewhat passable' if he knows the harbinger he knows you're serving. He accompanies you, to keep you safe, knowing that harbinger doesn't have a single sane bone in her body. Luckily, she only dismissed you with a little wave after the taste, stating that it was fine. Once you both were alone, he ruffles your hair playfully and plants a kiss on your nose. No matter what hinders you in your task, you can always trust on your beloved to help remove any obstacles for you. You survived Arlecchino today... but now you're dealing with an overly affectionate Tartaglia. Not that you're complaining.
"See? I told you it was somewhat passable. Now... how's your hand, still numb? Sore? If your hand has fully healed... what say you treat me to your signature dish? As a form of repayment for helping you! *Chuckles* I'm only teasing, kitten... Come with me, let me go treat you to the finest dish in Snezhnaya instead! And no buts! I'd like to see your pretty smile again as your actual form of repayment!~"
Il Dottore
Slight TW (?) Somewhat, it's just a lil bit of blood
You were making something for the doctor to eat in his lab while he was busy, which also meant that you were using his equipment when he heard you burn your hand on accident with a hiss, to which he chuckles and suggests to not tinker with it too much.
Helps to treat your wounds, but in return asks for a small drop of your blood. After he extracts it, he sends you off to cook somewhere else as he decides to examine the cells in your blood. He's been wanting to try this one hypothesis he had in mind, but didn't have a willing subject. He won't make you go through what the others have gone through... he's too fond of you and your endearing behaviour.
Once you're back, you sat next to him to eat the dish you made, occasionally feeding him as you watched him work. It wasn't until you saw the small vial containing your blood and an unknown liquid did you see him inject it to something that looked like the equivalent of a dead rabbit. You flinched, seeing it's unmoving muscles suddenly twitch for a few secondsâ before remaining still again. Dottore sighs, it's an improvement... perhaps a bigger dose of your blood was needed. But that's an experiment for another time, for now, he wraps his arms around your waist and pecks your cheek.
"Did I scare you sweetheart? My apologies, I thought I might have discovered a... breakthrough of sorts. Only for it to end in utter disappointment. No matter. How is your hand? Do you feel numb from the ointment I applied on your burns?... *Mumbles* Perhaps the heat may have altered your blood temperature, that could explain the mild effects when I combined it withâ Hm? Oh, no, don't worry about it sweetheart. *Chuckles* How about we go for a walk? It feels a little stuffy in here."
Capitano
Imma just write a rlly short ones from here on out im getting lazy with researching these characters
Capitano decided to take a small break and left headquarters to check up on you when he heard your hiss of pain, he comes over and questions why you weren't wearing a glove while wasting no time in treating your little accident.
Once he was done, he brings you back to the Fatui headquarters and has one of the receuits in charge of cooking to make you your favorite dish. It's a bit of a pressure for them, considering you're the ever-righteous captain's [S/O]. Later on, he has you sitting on his lap in his office, one arm holding you close while the other arm was holding a map of Teyvatâ explaining another expedition he was tasked to handle.
"Do you recall the last expedition I led back in Mondstadt? Well, my time will unfortunately be occupied for another number of days to come. Until then, however, may I ask you a favor?; I'd like to have your presence in my office as much as I can before the day of my departure. Of course, once I return, I will clear my schedule and have time for you alone... So you won't have to make such a measly little reckless mistake again. I'd like to see you in one piece and unscathed when I return."
Pantalone
slight yandere fatui baizhu :>
He brings you to the infirmary in the Fatui Headquarters, cooing softly as he asks if you're feeling alright and if you were embarrassed for nearly burning your hand off.
Pantalone's wealth met no ends, so he spends a not-so-healthy sum for a meal made by the most talented chef in Snezhnaya. If any of the dishes made were to not meet his standards, you can expect that the chef would likely be sued with a falsified lawsuit, you would be surprised of what the Fatui are capable of.
Try to decline his offer as you might, whether it's because you couldn't finish such a huge feast or you didn't want to him to burn off such a large part of his wealth, he simply brushed you off and states that his Mora is also considered your Mora. That innocent smile of his only asks you don't ask any more questions and let him love you. Treat you like the goddess you truly are.
"Oh, there's no need to make such ludicrous assumptions, i'm merely treating my beloved queen to a feast that she deserves. The cost has been covered, no need to fret, just enjoy. No one will disturb us, even if they will... They wouldn't dare~"
Pulcillena
Why
Seeing you burn yourself because you didn't have a glove, he helps to treat your wound and later leaves to commision a new set of gloves for youâ one that wouldn't be easily destroyed like your previous ones.
Once he returns with both your new pair of gloves and a meal for you, he only asks that you spend more time with him as a form of repayment. Being a Fatui harbinger takes up quite a lot of time, and Pulcillena worries that he may be neglecting you.
Some might say he was being overprotective and overbearing, but in reality, all he wants is to bask in your presence and company.
"Come, my belovedâ I have plenty of time to spare, I don't require a second thought to choose what I spend my free time on. What say we do a bit of sightseeing? I know somewhere scenic will leave you completely speechless."
Pierro
Wtf do I even write for this guy I know nothing abt him
Pierro was dropping by to see if you would like to spend some quality time together, seeing as he was finally able to clear a good chunk of his schedule to come and see you. Originally, he was planning to bring you somewhere secluded and quiet, just the two of you. But he decides to postpone that for a little while upon seeing your hand in flames.
He calmly puts out the fire and helps to treat your wound, offering to help aid you with your cooking. Though, he states that he'll mostly be at the side and only help when the situation is dire, he'll allow you to handle the rest of the cooking yourself.
Although, you eventually repeated the same mistake again; Using your Pyro vision and accidentally engulfing your hand in flames. He puts it out swiftly before any severe damage was done to your hand again, a damp cloth was used to help with the burn as he reassures you that you were alright and that it was just a simple mistakes.
"It seems you still have yet to learn from your mistakes. No need for apologies, you were only distracted by something unforeseeable, but it won't have any consequences so as long as I am here to keep you under my supervision and my protectionâ you'll always be unscathed when you're with me, my beloved."
Dainsleif
This is Post-Abyss twin journey where he finished his journey with Aether and parted from him, he occasionally comes back to u
On the way to your abode, he had to go through numerous obstacles on the path, and they weren't taking his presence too kindly, let alone be any less aggresive than they should be. Nonethless, he clears them in the end, just in case you would be taking the same path. So when he finally arrives to see you with your hand in flames, he was covered in various scratches and bruises, probably a fractured leg too.
Dainsleif easily puts out the small fire that nearly engulfed your hand using a damp cloth and treats your wounds. As much as you tried to take care of his own wounds, he states that he was alright and that he had suffered far worse fate in compared to a few measly little hits that took him off guard.
Eventually, he concedes and allows you to treat his wounds, you've helped patched him up a few times when he was on the road so you one a few precautionary steps to take and how to handle certain injuries.
As a fair exchange, he helps to finish the dish you made, he knew basic cooking... but he wasn't an expert. Due to a mishap while using the stove, he ends up in the same predicament as you; his hand englufed in tiny flames. Thankfully, you managed to frantically put out the fire in time with the same cloth, and he was still wearing his glove that minimised the damage done to his skin.
"...I'm fine, there's nothing to worry, i've surffered much worse than a little burn. It'll cause nothing more than slight discomfort at most, i'll live through it. It won't affect my performanceâ... You want me to take a rest? I'm unscathed, dear. This isn't a concerning matter, it doesn't add to my previous injuries...*Sigh* Alright, if that's a command from you, I won't deviate."
Aether
This is MC Aether and not Abyss Twin Aether btw so Paimon exists bc I love her she's my little bby. But he's not mute.
He was in the middle of setting up your sleeping bags when he heard you burning your hand. He immediately drops everything and checks up on you, helping to treat your wound with the limited supplies you both had.
He decides to help you with cookingâ until he realizes you're had accidentally burnt off half the recipe. But he brushes it off, stating that you both had made plenty of good dishes before, what's so hard aboutâ
Ingredients scattered across the grassy field beneath you, stew stains seeping into the soil of the ground, you watch as Aether frantically puts out the fire using his Hydro powers. The dish was worse than when you made it, but surely a bit of improvisation wouldn't hurt, he's been on the road for quite some time so Aether know how to fix and use his creativityâ
In the end, you watched as your blonde companion held a dish that was not only burnt, but also dry and practically dehydrated. The ingredients used had incorrect proportions and you swore you saw a large chunk of it deteriorated from using his Electro powers on accident. Despite your protests, he states that surely it wouldn't taste so badâ
It was horrible and he had to throw up while you and Paimon had to rub circles on his back, your tiny floating companion worried but also pretty upset that you both decided to make a dish without a proper recipe instead of something simple to cook or something you've made before. She states that even she would've thought twice on making a different dish instead of trying to fix the already ruined one.
"My bad, but i'm fine, i'm fine... Eugh. Nothing I haven't handled before, i've honestly had much worse. How about we make a quick stop to Mondstadt's Good Hunter? It's not too far, we have some Mora to spare. We're better off just asking Sara for something to eat rather than risking another injury or throwing up in our sleep."
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Without ao3 I became inspired. Ok so being tired of the justice league not helping/believing brakes into the tower while a meeting is taking place to show one of the heroes what is happening I.E. you failed and donât come here we donât want you, we donât need you. You come here and you will be treated as a super villain and dealt with as such.
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Danny was sick, tired and powerful. A dangerous combination for most peoples. Myths and legends written throughout every religion every people every and every world based on gods feeling those exact things, and that is the thing Danny closest too, not ghost, not human, but a god. Even if he does not himself as such.
Today was the justice leagueâs last chance, Walker had decided to change up his tactics. Instead of going after Danny directly he was going to play dirty. Imprisoning 300 living for ďżźâharboring a fugitiveâ. The justice league was called, one last chance before thing got out of hand. 300 people held captive in another dimension should be a priority for a group called the justice league.
Their response âthe justice league contact system should only be used for emergencies, pranks will not be toleratedâ. a simple response. directed and to the point. A metaphorical death sentence for the justice league and the people of amityâs faith in them.
No one died, thank the ancients, but blood was spilled. Red and green fell to the floor like water from the large cuts on Dannyâs arms and the side of his torso, he was mostly fine, a couple stitches, about a gallon of filtered ectoplasm and a trip to the nasty burger had fixed him up. Meaning that every time he tried to move his arms he felt like he was being stabbed and he could not breathe without pain, which in all fairness was kind of normal for him, it sucked but it was normal.
The real problem was the 300 people Iâm the hospital, ecto contamination, not to the extent of being fatal but extremely painful. That could have been avoided if Danny had more help than just his team of 4 other teenage vigilantes and his adult sister.
So after that fiasco ďżźDanny did something, else, something more political, he mad deals. With permission from the most important people in town the ones who keeps everything running, IE Mr lancer and Jazz. He also got permission from the mayor, bribed with Danny going to a Green Bay packers game with him.
Johnny 13 and kitty could joy ride before 12 am and after 9am as long as property damage stays at a minimum, a couple smashed mailboxes, broken windows and spray painted cars/buildings paid for by the mayors office was better than bad luck to the entire town and people disappearing.
Skulked got to hunt Danny in a building made for that purpose, Spector-cameras installed in it so people could stream it live to âwitness the greatest hunter of the ghost zoneâ.
Ember got to play her music and travel on tour ďżźas she pleased as long as she didnât mind control people.
Some wouldnât take the deals but most of the heavy hitters did, it calmed down a lot, but as they say it the calm before the storm.
With the viewers of the âghost battlesâ (it was basically a game of extreme tag) and embers fans talking, the ghost situation became a known thing
And again the justice league responded. âwe will be there in a monthâ
No apologies for not believing them no apologies for not helping, just a we are on our way 8 months after the incident and they were going to be there 9 months after. All the people where health again, Walker was punished, locked in his haunt for the next 100 years. The justice league has nothing to do. They have no point in coming to amity. Where they just going to show up, say âsorry for not helping you, welp peaceâ and then just leave.
Maybe that was the point, that though crossed Dannyâs mind as he read the message out loud to his team. They didnât have any to do, a vanity project, help the small community that they abandoned so that the people donât go blabbing to the papers, a pr move.
Sam and Valerie had voiced the same opinions on what the justice league was doing. The rest of the team agreed after a short conversation.
This led to Tucker hacking the league computer system to find the next meeting date and weâre it would be held. âUnhackabal my assâ and a plan was made.
So here he is, invisible, intangible and floating above the justice league. Batman walked up to the podium and began to present.
â8 and a half months ago the league got a report of 300 people being kidnapped and sent to the ghost dimension, this was believed to be a prank and filled as such, we were wrongâ he said while clicking through slides, some of medical reports of the victims, some of the photos taken of him helping people out of the portal next to the hospital he mad to help the victims faster. Then he said â this is the cityâs resident hero teamâ the next slide showing the picture of Danny, Sam , Wes, Valerie, tucker and jazz receiving ďżźthe key to the city. ďżź
âWe one know of this misstep because of videos posted online of phantom pictured hereâ he pointed an Danny receiving ďżźthe key, another picture of him helping a man to the hospital appeared âand hereâ
âDo we know who trained them they donât look older than sixteenâ Wonder Woman asked. Before batman could answer Danny revealed himself, though he made his skin slightly translucent to show his bones, it was all part of the plan.
He floated down to the floor and looked directly at her âwe trained ourselvesâ
He turned to face the whole room. â I am not here to fight youâ he said as a couple of hero quickly moved from their seats. â I came to warn youâ
ďżźHe took in a breathďżź â I came to warn you, stay out of amity and stay in your lane.â He put a small amount of his ghostly wale into his voice, just enough to shake up their hearts. â we donât need you. We donât WANT youâ he cold the room slowly a couple degrees a word. â do not ask around for us ghosts, do not look for us, if you find one of us. RUN.â He dropped his voice louder as emphasis. â if ďżźyou find one of us causing trouble, send us a message, but otherwise donât acknowledge us or amity, the dead have nothing to give to youâ his eyes became fussy staring at nothing green tears fell out of his eyes,and his Lichtenberg scars began to glow Ice blueďżź, but his voice did not waver,.â you may not have killed us yourself ďżźďżźbut you signed our death warrant long ago, you have ignored us far to longâ ďżźis voice soften at the last word.
Then his eyes turns red, as fast as he could he pulled Superman out of his chair and pushed him to the wall. Dannyâs hand went intangible ďżźas he pushed in into Supermanâs chest. His hand wrapped around Supermanâs heart, Danny soften the intangibility ďżźso Superman could fell the hand but not get hurt. âI can rip your heart out without a single fightâ his skin became entirely invisible to show his skeleton. âďżźďżźTo all of amityâ Supermanâs breathing quickened âto meâ he move close to Supermanâs ear âyou are villains, and will be treated as suchâ he dropped Superman to the floor.
âStay in your domain and Iâll stay in mineâ ice began to form at his feet, looking mor like crystals than ice. âCome to us with please of forgiveness is as pointless as asking of it from your godâ ectoplasm dripped from his mouth onto the floor. âDo not come to amityâ and with that he went invisible again and watched the room in amusement. He was kinda freaking out at how awesome he sounded.
A couple minutes of silence followed. As John Constantineďżź entered the room, âwhat did I miss?âďżź
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Hope yâall like it <3 Sorry for spelling mistakes. I donât think this need trigger warnings but if you think so please comment so I can add them. I started writing this and I couldnât stop. If only I had that energy for the original storyâs I want to write lol Have a nice day/night and drink some liquids that arenât caffeinated and/or poisonous <3
#danny fenton#danny phantom#sorry for spelling mistakes#fanfic#fanfic ideas#dc x dp#dp x dc#justice league#Eldridge Danny phantom
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The Bet
*cracks knuckles* fine, I'll do it myself.
Okay but seriously, I've only binge watched the first 6 seasons of criminal minds, so I'm probably a bit off with character personalities.
This turned into mostly the team finding out, so if anyone wants a part 2 with more scenes pre-reveal I'd love to write it!
masterlist coming soon
Word Count: 3k
CW// brief mention of kidnapping case, use of y/n (i'm sorry), not beta'd
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âWhen was the last time you saw Hotch leave before the rest of us?â
The most recent case had been a relatively short one, allowing the team to get back to Quantico reasonably early. A young man caught kidnapping local women, caught easily when he appeared on CCTV taking his latest victim. Three women, three days. All had minor injuries, but all were alive. It had been the ideal end to the case and no loss of life meant the paperwork was minimal.
Emilyâs voice caught the attention of Derek, who followed her gaze to the elevator, where the Unit Chief stood waiting. He raised his eyebrows, trying to think back on the last few months of late nights, week-long cases and multiple middle of the night calls.
âNot since before his divorce,â Spencer piped up helpfully from behind his desk, packing away the days half-finished reports and case notes before he too looked up. âHey, has anyone seen y/l/n? They mentioned going for food on the jet, and I know this really nice Indian restaurant not far from here, I was going to suggest we all go.â
Now that Emily thought about it, she hadnât seen you after youâd gone to Hotchâs office to drop off your report. Barely five minutes later, Hotch had made a beeline for the elevator, leaving unusually early compared to normal, and then you too had disappeared.
âHoly shit.â The dots were connecting in her head. âTheyâre totally hooking up!â
This gathered the full attention of everyone in the room.
âWhoâs hooking up?â Penelope had her bag in hand as she peeked in the door, drawn to the gossip like a moth to a flame.
âY/l/n and Hotch!â
âOh my god!â Penelope was quick to rush over to the group now huddled around Emilyâs desk.
âNo way,â Derek was shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest. Theyâd been working as a team for years, thereâs no way you and Hotch were in a secret relationship, and no one had noticed. âCome on, you really think they could have hidden something like that from us?â
Spencer shrugged, joining the conversation fully. âHotch hid the fact that Emily was alive from all of us for months, so a secret relationship wouldnât be that hard for him.â Emily grimaced at the comparison, searching for any hint of bitterness in his tone, though found none. He had been hurt that they hadnât trusted him to know the secret, but that hurt had faded over the couple years since Emily had returned. He offered her an apologetic smile, as if only realising what heâd said.
âWant to make this more interesting?â Quick to bring the conversation back to inane office gossip, Emily reached into her bag to pull out her purse. â100 dollars theyâre doing it.â
âOh, youâre on. 100 theyâre not.â Derek placed two fifties on top of Emilyâs two. Another two went down, and they both looked up to see Spencer sheepishly tucking his wallet back into his pocket.
âI think theyâve been dating for a couple weeks now, I assumed everyone else had noticed.â
Quickly, Penelope had joined, and much to everyoneâs surprise, so did Rossi. Penelope thought theyâd just started dating, and Rossi thought it had been at least six months. JJ scooped up the cash, promising to be a neutral party to assure the winner got the whole lot. Plus, when this inevitably went wrong, she did not want to be involved in the fallout.
âOkay, but how do we get them to admit-â
âOr not admit,â Derek cut in.
âOr not admit, whatâs going on?â Emily mused. Everyoneâs eyes instantly went to Penelope.
âOh no, no, no-â
Penelopeâs office felt quite cramped with some many people in it, the space only meant to house one technical analyst, not one technical analyst and five nosey special agents. Five nosey agents who were all huddled around Penelope to peer at the screen over her shoulders.
âOh it does not feel right tracking their phones like this,â Penelopeâs fingers danced across the keys as she brought up both locations, âMy powers should only be used for good, not- not snooping on our friends personal lives!â Still, she let the trace run its course, displaying the address for the others to see.
âThatâs Hotchâs apartment.â Spencer recognised the address immediately. Two little dots blinked on the screen, Hotchâs address hovering above them.
âSo theyâre together, that doesnât mean theyâre hooking up.â Derek knew his argument was weak, but hell he had 100 dollars riding on it.
âOh come on, they sneak out and go to Hotchâs apartment and you think theyâre what, making cookies?â
âKids, stop fighting,â Dave put a hand on both Derek and Emilyâs shoulders. âWhy donât you just phone y/l/n, invite them for food, see what happens.â
âYou think theyâd lie to us?â Spencer asked, as Penelope pulled out her phone and dialled your number.
âTheyâve been lying to us about this for weeks, if youâre bet is right anyway,â Emily nudged him with her elbow. He nudged her back.
âTechnically itâs an omission not a lie, since none of us directly asked if theyâre-â
âShhh its ringing!â The room fell to silence as Penelope put her phone to her ear.
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Even though it had been a short case, you had been looking forward to getting back. And by how quickly Aaron had offered up his apartment for a movie night, he had been too. It was important to keep a clear line between boss and boyfriend while in the field, and it was only professional to stay in separate rooms during cases, so it felt good to have Aaron back in boyfriend mode, with comforting touches and quality time away from the office, away from the titles and roles that accompanied your positions at the BAU.
You had finished your report in record time. It was pure luck that everyone was too caught up in their own work to notice you slipping away. After dropping your report on Aaronâs desk, you had made a quick exit, waiting by Aaronâs car until he joined you in the car park. It had become routine to leave short gaps between your arrivals and exits, allowing the illusion that you had travelled separately, from different apartments, in different cars. It was a short ride back to his apartment.
You had only just settled back against Aaronâs side, a bowl of popcorn perched between your thighs when your phone buzzed.
âHey beautiful, whereâd you run off to?â Penelopeâs sweet voice rang out from the other end of the line, âWeâre going for food, you coming with?â
You glanced sideways at Aaron, who kept his eyes on the TV, though you knew he was listening in by the way his arm tensed around you. You gently squeezed the arm closest to you, relaxing further into his hold so he knew you werenât planning on leaving.
âSorry Pen, not tonight, Iâm, uh, not feeling great after todayâs caseâŚâ You trailed off, hoping sheâd accept the excuse and youâd be home free. You shouldâve known it wouldnât be as simple as that. There was pause, and you couldâve sworn you could hear hushed conversation. Mustâve been the rest of the team packing up to leave. You felt almost guilty that they were still at the office, when youâd left as soon as your own report was done.
âOh honey!â Her voice was laced with sympathy, âThatâs it, weâll bring the food to you! Nothing like good food and company to cheer up the soul!â Your head fell back against Aaronâs chest with more force than necessary. Curse her and her kindness.
âNo, no itâs okay, really-â You tried to prevent your voice from giving away your panic, âNo need to go out of your way! Tell the guys I said enjoy!â
âIts not out of our way at all! See you in twenty, gorgeous.â The line went dead before you had a chance to respond. You could feel the vibrations of Aaronâs quiet laugh behind you, tilting your head back to look up at him.
âYou think this funny?â Your words were pointed, but the smile on your lips gave away your hidden amusement. In lieu of an answer, he leaned down to pepper kisses along your shoulder, the side of your neck, anywhere he could reach. You savoured the warmth of his lips against your skin, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as the kisses became more heated. Tilting your head back to give him easier access, you let out a disappointed whine when he instead detached from you, gently pushing you up until you were sitting straight.
âTheyâre going to be at your apartment soon,â He reminded you, giving your arm a squeeze before moving to stand. Your cheeks were flushed red, taking a few steadying breaths as he took the popcorn from your lap, placing it on the coffee table, before holding his hands out to you. Shooting him a mock glare, you resigned yourself to getting off the comfortable couch and getting your shoes on. As much as you loved your co-workers, so much that they were practically family, you really did not want to spend the evening with them, not when you could be curled up on the couch with Aaron, pretending the outside world didnât exist.
âShit,â You nearly tripped over your untied laces in your hurry to turn, âMy carâs still at the office, Aaron I donât have time to get back there, get my car AND-â Your words were halted by the soft press of his lips on yours. Clearly, you werenât the only one wishing you could stay. Melting against him, your hands found purchase on the solid expanse of his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft material of his t-shirt. He pulled back, just far enough so he could press his forehead against yours.
âIâll drive,â His voice was quiet in the minimal space between you, âTell them your car broke down and I offered you a lift home.â You just hummed your agreement, too caught up in his closeness to really be paying full attention. Overwhelming warmth encompassed you as you breathed in the faint smell of his cologne, trying to catalogue the feeling in your mind as your panic disappeared with the gentlest of touches.
âOr,â You offered mildly, blinking up at him through your lashes, âWe could just turn our phones off, lock the door, and deal with all of this tomorrow?â Soft open-mouthed kisses were pressed to the column of his throat in between your words, hands climbing to wrap around the back of his neck. Your fingertips teased the baby hairs at the base of his skull. You knew he wouldnât take you up on the offer, even when his hands gripped at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he once again claimed your lips with his.
 It had been a tough decision, keeping the relationship from your team, but you had both ultimately decided that it was for the best, at least while things were still new. Then, six weeks had turned into six months, and six months into nearly a year. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a secret, and you nearly wanted the team to catch on. Youâd met Jessica, and had a proper introduction to Jack, even going so far as to have gone to a few of his soccer practices at Jackâs insistence. You had been slowly moving your stuff into his room, small things like toiletries, pyjamas and a few spare work outfits. You spent more time at Aaronâs apartment than your own. You loved it. What you didnât love, was having to hide it all from your friends.
âWe really should go,â Aaron murmured against your lips, âAt least youâll get free food out of this.â
You laughed softly at that, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back, cheeks dusted pink. âIâd rather have you.â A rare boyish grin was your only response, before he turned to grab his keys and you quickly tied your laces. You were soon on the familiar road home.
 ~
They didnât wait around to see if you were rushing from Hotchâs apartment, instead piling into the back of Derekâs car haphazardly. All but JJ, who had familial responsibilities, and Rossi who just wanted to go home, managed to fit into one SUV. If Rossi had been with them to take some of the blame, Derek mightâve even thrown on the sirens and lights. Instead, he skipped through a few orange lights, and just barely stuck to the speed limits. When they arrived at the Indian restaurant, Spencer was sent to pick up the order, being deemed least likely to do something stupid like flash his badge for quicker service. Emily followed him inside to help carry it all back to the car. Even without the badge, they managed to make it in and out in under ten minutes. Luck was on their side, getting them to your apartment just 25 minutes after Penelope had hung up on you.
When they came to a stop outside your apartment complex, your car wasnât parked in its normal spot, and they had a moment of celebration before Spencer realised the light was on inside. A light that meant you had beat them.
They all had to hide their disappointment when you greeted them at the door, not showing any sign of having rushed from one apartment to the other. Being one of the closer apartments to the office, yours was often used as a base for nights out, girlâs nights, and team movie-nights. It was the teamâs apartment more than it had ever been just yours. Moving seamlessly through your kitchen grabbing plates, cutlery and glasses, Emily and Penelope set to organising the food, while Spencer and Derek moved your coffee table to the centre of the room so everyone could sit around it. It warmed you to know they felt at home here.
âIâll have to get someone to look at it tomorrow,â You sounded morose enough that Emily almost believed your âcar troubleâ story. She just hummed her commiserations before stealing some chicken from your Jalfrezi. As much as sheâd hoped to catch you and Hotch in your lie â or omission as Spencer would remind her â she enjoyed spending time with you, and this had been the perfect excuse for a team night.
âHotch didnât stick around after dropping you off?â Emily asked casually, scooping up a mouthful of curry with the edge of a poppadom. If you noticed the groups sudden interest in your conversation you didnât show it. You shook your head, pushing the thought of his hands on your waist and his lips on your skin, out of your mind.
âHe was just being nice, he probably has better things to be doing after a case than hanging out here.â
Derek had to hide his laugh with a cough. You frowned at him, but before you could question it, Emily dragged you back into a conversation about Sergio and how he stole her bagel the other day. She glared at Derek when you werenât looking. Conversation flowed easily after that, and it wasnât long before everyone was on their second helping of food and the booze cupboard had been ransacked.
âHey babygirl, you seeing what Iâm seeing?â Derek had just sat back down with his second full plate when he spotted it; the start of your downfall. He nudged Penelope, nodding his head toward you. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before rising nearly to her hairline. A sharp âoh my godâ left her lips, before she covered her mouth. Just beneath the edge of your oversized t-shirt, a small red mark was blooming on your skin. It looked suspiciously like a hickey. A very, very new one at that. Penelopeâs little outburst was quickly noted by Emily, who paused mid-conversation to notice what they had. Her shit-eating grin matched Derekâs perfectly. Â Â
âWhat?â You frowned at her, quickly glancing at Spencer opposite you. He shrugged, offering no help.
âMaybe Hotch stuck around for a little while after all?â There was a teasing lilt to her tone as she reached out to tug your collar a little lower. You could feel heat rising up your neck into your cheeks, a beautiful shade of crimson. Covering the offending mark with your hand, you tried to come up with an excuse. Nothing came. Opening your mouth and then closing it a few times, you tried to look anywhere but at your friends. You were caught and you knew it. They knew it too.
âIs there any point in me saying I burnt myself?â You tried for a smile, but it turned out more like a grimace.
âNope.â Emily said, popping the âpâ.
âAaron and I, we, uhâŚâ You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your blush darkening, as Penelope mouthed âAaron!â at Emily, who practically giggled. You were going to have to restock your alcohol cupboard before they came round again. You took a breath, glancing around the room. All eyes were on you.
 âWeâre dating.â
There was an immediate outburst of âoh my god!âs and âI knew it!âs. You had expected to feel awful when your secret was finally out in the open, but all you could feel was relief. Well, and a tinge of embarrassment. Warmth bubbled in your chest, looking around the room at your team, your family, knowing you didnât have to hide it from them anymore.
âWhat ya thinking about over there?â Emily nudged your arm, a small tendril of guilt creeping through her. Youâd obviously wanted to spend your evening with Hotch, and instead theyâd dragged you away in a hurry, all just to invade your privacy. A small grin broke through your façade.
âIâm thinking, seeing as itâs not a secret anymore, I can leave you losers and go back to spending the night with my boyfriend.â A chorus of cheers followed your words, and someone (you suspected Emily) shouted âGo get some, girl!â.
Spencer wrinkled his nose at that. âGross, remember thatâs Hotch weâre taking about, heâs pretty much our work dad.â His words caused a laugh to bubble in your chest, and you leaned over Emily to plant a big kiss on his cheek.
âGuess that makes me your new work-mom!â He made a big show of wiping your kiss from his cheek, but the small smile that followed gave away his charade.
âWhat are you waiting for beautiful? Your man is waiting for you!â Your wide grin echoed Penelopeâs as she ushered you up and out of the living room. Your overnight gear was already at Aaronâs, so all you needed was your shoes and phone. You felt almost giddy as you threw the spare key to Spencer.
âDonât stay up too late kiddos!â
âHey, hold on a second,â You glanced at Derek, who had started stacking plates to take to the kitchen, âHow long has this been going on?â
âOh⌠Yâknow, only about 11⌠months.â You shot them an abashed smile, before darting for the door as all hell broke loose.
âYou didnât win the bet either!â Emily and Derekâs argument floated out the door with you, and you couldnât help but laugh. Of course they had bet on it. You didnât have it in you to care, instead shutting the door with a sound click. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled Aaronâs number.
âHey handsome,â You couldnât help the smile that carried through in your words, âYou want to finish that movie?â
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Synopsis: What if Kyoujuro took Akaza's offer and became a demon? He trades his mortality for the immortality of demon. But for some reason, he can't get your sweet scent out of his head. It calls him like a moth to a flame. So, much that Akaza has to bring you along.
Warnings: Black coded!Reader, slight nocon(but they back off), Dubcon, Corruption, Clawing, choking, biting/marking, spitting, knotting, oral (recieving and giving), blood play, darcyphilia, somnophilia, bondage, collaring, usage of the nickname "Pet" from Akaza, pet play, Master/slave, slut calling, humiliation, exhibitionism, dumbification, nipple play, sadism, double penetration, anal, spitroast, claiming, praise, degradation, and just overall roughness(mostly from Akaza). Let me know I missed anything!
Word count: 5.3k
Pairing: Demon!Rengoku x Slayer!fem!reader x Akaza
Tags: the rengoku girlies(gn) @bakugosbratx @renhoeku @glz-100 @herohibiscus @potofstewie @comatosebunny09 @cherryblossomsenpai @linpunny @unknownspecies @yeahitzally @taisho-era-secrets@auraee @diorsbrando @serenesaku @yandere-kou @mrsrengoku @sukunaes @novagirlxoxo @fuyuswifey @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @sugardollie-907 @ruggiethethuggie @luxesiren @uronlywifey and the network @enchantedforest-network
A/N: The art in the header is a paid commission by me! Done by the amazing Nightly_uwus on Insta!
Smut under the cut! Reader discretion advised!
Akaza turned to you, still holding your jacket closed with one hand as the other searched for something you could fend them off with. A sadistic smile curled at his lips as he approached you. He knelt down on the balls of his feet and peered at your face. âI said a collar.â He said simply as he reached out, his fingertips stopping just short of touching your throat. His shortened nails grew into long talons as his smile widened. âUnless you want to become a Demon, pet?â
You glared at the pink-haired demon as you grit your teeth. You did not want to be collared like a dog, but you refused to become a demon. You lowered your head as your face flushed hot. You were going to be treated like an animal by this demon. Your fist clenched tighter in the fabric of your jacket as you felt his cold fingers glide over your throat as he wrapped something around it.
âThere.â Akaza smirked as he placed with the little pink tassel that now hung from her neck. He used one of the tassels that hung from the rope around his waist. ``That should do until a proper collar can be made.â He glanced over at Kyoujuro, who had calmed down, the flames that had surrounded him dissipating before checking the sunlight that still filtered from beneath the door. âAh....â he whined out, tossing his hands out. âIâm so bored since the sun is up.â He looked back down at his newest little pet. âYou should probably get some rest, Pet. We have a long night ahead of us.â
For some reason you did not like the way Akaza said that. You clenched your jacket tighter as you glared at the two demons, your eyes softening a bit when they landed on Kyoujuro. You still loved him despite him betraying everyone. Betraying his family, leaving Senjuro behind, leaving Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and Inosuke without a mentor like Kyoujuro had promised, and finally for forgetting about the years of love you had shared. Now Kyoujuro was a demon with a vague sense that he knew you, but why just you? You scooched over to a corner of the shack and leaned your head against it all while keeping your eyes on them. âIâm not tired. The last time I slept, I was woken up quite rudely.â
Your mind replayed what had happened when you finally regained consciousness. Kyoujuro nestled between your thighs, his hot tongue lapping at your folds, suckling on your clit as Akaza was fondling your breasts, his own wet muscle tracing over your nipples, and having his long thick fingers shoved so deeply down your throat.
 You clicked your tongue as you could still taste the pads of his fingers. Your face ran hot as thoughts of Akazaâs mouth on your breasts again while his fingers slowly worked in and out of your mouth flashed across your eyes. You shook your head to try to get rid of the image, but it lingered like the taste in your mouth.
Kyoujuro glanced over at you and wounded why he was greatly attacted to you. While he swore that he would not touch you again until you did not fear him anymore, a part of him demanded that he lay claim on what belonged to him. You were his and that he could touch you as much as he so desired.
And while you gave him a frightened look, Kyoujuro could not help but to thnk that the fear was not because of him, but Akaza. He just had to know. Waking over to you, the newly turned demon kneeled down to eye level with you. âAre you afraid of me?â
You took your eyes off of Akaza to look at Kyoujuro and fought off the urge to blush. He was still so very handsome even if he had become your sworn enemy. âAfraid? No. Angry and hurt? Yes.â you answered evenly, your eyes staring into his flame colored orbs. You could never be afraid of him. He was and still is your one and only love. You loved him so much that it hurts. Yo clenched your fists tighter into the material of your top as you glared at him. âWhy?â
âWhy? He repeated. Kyoujuro thought about your question, his claws coming up to rest against his chin. âWhat do you mean, Why?â
âWhy did you betray everyone and become a demon, Kyoujuro!â you screamed, your eyes burning with fresh tears. âYou betrayed Tanjirou, Zenistu, and Inosuke and left them without a mentor and with the burden of having to slay you one day. You left sweet Senjurou without his beloved older brother.â Tears threatened to fall and run down your face as you continued your rant.Â
Kyoujuro had so many people that looked up to him and for him to go and betray everyone like this was unacceptable. âYou left Mitsuri and the others behind without a comrade! The master will be so hurt to learn that one of his Hashira turned into a demon.â your tears broke through the barrier that held them back and fell down your cheeks. âHow could you be so willing to forget about me and the love we shared?â
The blond demon felt conflcition in his non-beating heart. Love? He was in love with you? That would make sense as to why he felt so drawn to you. Kyoujuro felt an intense need to gather your small crying frame in his arms. Slowly, not to startle you, the new demon wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest.Â
He placed one hand against the small of your back and the other petted your head gently. Kyoujuro felt the overwhelming need to apologize to you. For some reason he did not like seeing the tears in your beautiful eyes.Â
You flinched when Kyoujuro suddenly pulled you into his arms, but quickly melted into the familiar embrace. While it felt slightly different due to his new demonic strength, your body knew that it was Kyoujuroâs arms that you were in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. It felt so good to be comforted by him like he used to whenever you were feeling emotional. âKyou..why did you leave me?â you asked as you pulled away to look into his glowing eyes.
Akaza sat back on his haunches as he watched the two of you and felt an odd feeling in his chest. For some reason, he wanted to snatch you out of Kyoujuroâs arms, to lick away the sad salty tears that trailed down your face and replace them with fresh tears of pleasure.
 He did not want to coddle you or say words of praise to you. He wanted to make you cry, to fuck yo until you were a literal sobbing mess under him. The pink-haired demon flared his aura slightly, concentrating on the pink tassel that hung from your neck. âCome here, Pet.â
Your back straightened as the tassel around your neck began to heat up. What was going on? Why did you feel a sudden need to go to Akaza? You were finally about to get some answers from Kyoujuro, now this damned collar was acting up. You tried to grab it, but it burned your fingertips.Â
âOw!â you yelped, blowing your hand. You glanced over at Akaza from Kyoujuroâs shoulder and saw him beckoning for you. You shook your head and clung to the blond. You felt more safe with him than Akaza. âNo...â you tried to ignore the burning sensation the tassel caused.
âCome to me, my pet.â Akaza cooed as he crooked a finger at you. âYour master wishes to comfort you.â He used his words carefully as Kyoujuro was still very protective of you. If his creation sensed that he was planning on making you cry for an entirely different reason, Akaza did not want to think about that. He flared his aura a bit more, causing the tassel to glow a luminous red. âCome here.â He commanded with a sly smile. âI wonât hurt you.â
Kyoujuro looked a bit confused. Why was it everytime you got too close to him and asked him of his past did Akaza interfere? Biting his thumb with his fang, he quickly squeezed out a drop of blood and touched the tassel. He then flared his own aura, overwhelming Akazaâs control. âStay where you are, Fireball.â The nickname flowed off his tongue easily, almost too naturally. He then turned to a confused Akaza. âI want to know more about her, Akaza. Stop interrupting me.â
Akaza bit his lip. What would happen if he let Kyoujuro talk to you and he somehow regained his memories? This would be Tamayo all over again if that were to happen. But if he would come between Kyoujuro and you now, a fight would surely break out and they would end up destroying their shelter from the sunâs harsh rays.Â
Relaxing his stance, Akaza backed down. He had to hope that the amount of blood heâd given Kyoujuro would be strong enough. He shrugged his shoulders, âDo what you want. Iâm going to sleep.â Akaza then moved back over the opposite wall and laid down on his side. âWake me when the moon is up, Kyoujuro.â
You sighed as the burning sensation finally subsided and you touched the soft pink tassel. Your face still felt sticky from your tears drying, but you looked back over to Kyoujuro, who was still in a rather protective stance. âThank you.â
Kyoujuro glanced over to you, eyeing your shirt that now hung slightly open now that your hand was not clenched tightly in the material. âI didn't do it to save you. I have questions that only you can answer.â He reached out and grabbed you by the arm and moved back over to the further end of the hut. Removing the flame haori from around his shoulders, the demon handed it to you. âHere. Cover up with this.â
You took the haori from him, his warm scent still clinging to the fabric. Tears swelled in your eyes again. Kyoujuro had often lent you his haori on cold winter nights when you cuddled under the stars before making sweet love. You held back the tears and wrapped your body in his cloak before looking at him.Â
âIâll answer your questions if you answer mine.â you said, staring into those beautiful glowing eyes of his. Eyes you could still get lost in just by gazing deeply in them. You started to feel that familiar heat in your belly the longer you stared into his eyes. You broke eye contact briefly before his hand shot out and grabbed you by the chin.
âDo not look away from me.â He said softly. âI agree to your terms.â His thumb rested on your plush bottom lip and he struggled with the urge to stroke it and to pull you into a passionate kiss that would leave you breathless and panting for more. âI feel so drawn to you. Your scent calls to me and it makes it so hard to not strip you down and devour you and not in the demon sense.â He smirked slightly, causing your face to warm with a blush. âAkaza says that it's because we must have been lovers when I was human. Is it the truth, little one?â
Your heart thumped painfully in your chest when Kyoujuro called you by that name. It was the name he always called you when he was buried deep within your walls because you were so small in his arms. Your face heated further as your eyes darted to his lips before flickering back to his eyes.Â
âYes, we were to be married. Youâve been courting me for nearly a year now.â you watched as the blond nodded his head, seeming to accept your answer. That ball of heat in your belly grew when he released your chin and trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of your neck. You swallowed thickly, âIs that all you want to know?â
Kyoujuro looked down at you, your scent becoming intoxicatingly sweeter the more his fingers traced over your skin. So it was not him that frightened you. He aroused you. âI will answer your query before asking another.â he said simply. His eyes never left your face, zeroing in on your perfect, cute mouth. He wanted to kiss you so badly that his jaw ached from him clenching so tightly.
You fidgeted with your fingers as you stared into his eyes. You noticed how they were downcast slightly, looking at your mouth. âUhm...â you started, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. You watched how his eyes followed your pink muscle as if he was mesmerized by it. You glanced over to the spot where Akaza lay and saw that he was indeed sleeping, his hand scratching his stomach as he snored. âWhy? Why did you become a demon?â
Kyoujuro snapped his eyes back up to your face, pupils dilating as your question reached his ears. âYou want to know why?â His lips curled up into a smile as he moved in closer to you, his hand coming up to wrap around yourneck. âI just didnât want to die. Why should I have to give up my life and die for the demon corps? I was going to die.â
Tears began to swell in your eyes as you grabbed at his arm. âYou said to die as a human is one of the most beautiful things!â you yelled. âThatâs what you said! You said you would never become a demon! Why? Why did you betray my trust in you? Why did you betray Tanjirou, Inosuke,and Zenistu! Why did you betray the Demon Corps and the Master?â you bit your lip and blinked hard to keep the tears away as your voice started to get a bit more loud. âWhy did you betray Senjuro, your beloved little brother!â
His hand tightened around your throat as Kyoujuro pulled you in closer to him. His eyes burned into yours as he growled. âI donât know what you are talking about. I only want to know about you and why you have such a spell on me.â His words came out a bit harsher than he wanted, but his demon blood was starting to boil and those tears in your eyes were making him feel sick to his stomach.Â
âNo more questions.â Kyoujuro whispered, his nostrils flaring to take in more of your intoxicating scent. Even with his hand wrapped so tightly around your neck, you did not fear him. It actually aroused you even more.
You knew you should be scared, angry and definitely not attracted to this demon, but it was your Kyou. He still looked like your Kyou. Your body still remembers his touch. Even with his hand around your neck, heâs still being so gentle with you. You could not stop yourself.Â
Your hand slid up his arms until your fingers wrapped around his biceps and your other hand came to rest on his cheek. âKyou...â you whispered softly. âI...Iâm sorry.â you did not know what else to say. You knew you should hate him now. He was a demon, a pawn to Muzan. âWhat else do you want to ask me?â
The blonde demon stared into those enchanting eyes of yours, the longer he stared the more he wanted you. He wanted to see those eyes of yours with tears of pleasure, not pain. He softened his grip around your neck until he moved his hand up to caress your cheek. âYouâre so beautiful, little one.â Kyoujuro purred, staring into your eyes. His thumb rested on your bottom lip, stroking it softly as he slowly began to lean in.
You should have turned away, pushed him away. But instead, you followed his lead and leaned in closer. You could feel his cool breath on your lips. You let out a soft moan when his mouth slanted over yours as his other hand came up to grab your face. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him in close to your heated body. You wanted him when he was human and you still wanted him as a demon. Your heart only saw him as your Kyoujuro. Slowly, you pushed your tongue out and parted his lips. You needed him so badly. âKyou...â you whined before his tongue slid into your mouth.
Kyoujuro tilted your head back, deepening the kiss as he slowly moved one hand from your face to stroke the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone. He curled his tongue around yours and sucked it into his mouth, drawing another sweet sounding moan from you.Â
Gods, they were like music to his ears. He slowly moved his cloak off of your shoulders, taking your black demon slayer corp jacket with it. He pulled away from your delectable lips to look at your body. âYouâre so fucking beautiful, little one.â
Your face heated with embarrassment and you tried to cover my chest with your arms, but he caught them in one hand and held them above your head. The look in his eye told you that your actions displeased him. His other hand trailed down the side of your neck to your chest, the tips of his claws ghosting over your skin softly. You bit back a moan when he twisted a nipple, tugging it slightly. âShit...â you panted.
The blond leaned in and licked a wet stripe down the side of your neck, following the path his fingers just made. He stopped just before his tongue could circle over your sensitive bud and he looked up at your face. âIf I continue, you are mine. Understand?â He watched as you nodded your head before biting your lip in anticipation. âThat also means that Akaza will have you too.â
You were briefly reminded of the pink tassel that hung from your neck. Your temporary collar that bound you to not only Kyoujuro but the sleeping demon across the room form you. While a part of you wanted to rebel and deny that the pink haired man had any claim over you. A part of you, a carnal lust, wanted him. And wanted him badly. Despite the fact that you just had Kyouâs tongue in your mouth, you could still taste Akazaâs thick fingers on your tongue. The bitter, slightly metallic taste of blood that clung to his skin was heavy on your tastebuds. âYes. I belong to you and Akaza.â
No sooner than those words left your lips, Kyoujuro ran his long tongue over your nipple, closing his lips over it. He played and tugged on the other one with his free hand, drawing more of those moans from you. His tongue lavished your breast, circling the tip with his fangs before using the tip of his tongue to toy and flick at it. He felt you pulling at your wrists, wanting them to be freed of his grip and he let you, groaning when you immediately tugged at his hair. His pupils narrowed into slits as he looked up at you, âDo that again. I liked that.â
You nodded your head. He was still your Kyoujuro. Kyoujuro loved having his hair pulled during sex and you were happy that he still remembered it. âAhh~â you let out a loud moan when his fingers ghosted over the sensitive spot down the center of your back, claws trailing over your skin.Â
Kyoujuro smirked at you as he laid you down on his hashira cloak and that brought a tear to your eye as it reminded you of how he would do that when the two of you would make love outside under the stars. âYouâre still my Kyou. Still so gentle.â
The demon looked down at you, his head tilted before a slow smile spread over his lips. âI am not the Kyoujuro you fell in love with, human.â His fingers came up and twisted your nipple roughly as his mouth fell against your neck, fangs scraping the flesh there. Your sudden shocked and pained moans drove him to keep moving. His other hand skimmed down your body until it cupped the heat between your thighs.
 He could still feel the dampness from your previous orgasm not too long ago and smeared the stickiness over your pussy lips. âRemember that I am a demon. I am not a gentle lover. I wish to see your face covered in tears of pleasure and pain that only I can provide. He used two fingers to spread your lips and pressed his thumb against your clit roughly.
Moans were torn from your throat as Kyoujuro rubbed harsh circles over your sensitive nerve. You tried to grab his wrist, but the look he gave you was a warning enough. If you tried to stop him,he could bind your arms and you would be at his mercy. You gasped when a finger slid over your hole before easing inside.
 âAhn~'' your mouth dropped open in a pant and your back arched off the silk of the flame hashira cloak, fingers clenching into the fabric. His claw grazed ever so slightly over your clit, making you jolt even further off the floor.
Kyoujuro watched you slowly come undone by just his touch. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants, begging to be buried deep with these soft, velvety folds his finger was occupying. He leaned down and scraped his fings over your breasts before sucking a nipple back into his hot mouth, pressing it against the roof with his tongue.Â
âMoan more for me, dear one.â The sweet nickanmes seemed to flow off his tongue naturally betrtaying the rough treatment he was doing to your body. He sped up his thrusting finger, drilling into your opening at such a speed you were creaming over it within seconds.
Tears began collecting in your eyes as your body began to come undone to this demonâs touch. Your cunt was gushing from the intensity of just a single finger within you. The loud squelching sounds echoing in the small area of the hut. You were sure that Akaza would hear them, but when you managed to focus my eyes on his prone form, it looked like he was still asleep.
You let out another sobbing moan as another orgasm crashed over your body as Kyoujruo finally added a second finger, never stopping the vigorous pace he set. Your pussy clenched around his digits as slick coated them aiding in their pumping in and out. The tears broke free and streamed down your face when his thumb rubbed hard, rough circles over your clit as his fangs scraped over your nipple.
The demon pulled away from your breasts when he smelled your tears flowing down your face. He could not stop himself from admiring them as they fell. His tongue slipped out and Kyoujuro licked at the trails on your cheeks. The blond was hooked on the taste of your tears, but he wanted to taste something else. Something much sweeter than these tears.Â
He licked a trailed down the side of your neck, nibbling slightly at the flesh there before moving lower down your body. His tongue flattened when he reached your stomach, dipping into your belly button.Â
You felt your body jolt as Kyoujuro traced the tip of his hot tongue down the length of your body. You shivered in anticipation as his fingers slowed, his hot breath fanning out over your dripping cunt. You could still remember the feeling of his tongue on you from earlier, the intense orgasm he had brought you to. âPlease...Kyou...â you whined when he removed his fingers to spread your lips even further.
He stared down at your glistening pussy, admiring how pretty it looked, all shiny with slick. He used his other hand to slide up your slit, collecting some of the slimy fluid on the tips of his claws. Kyoujuro pulled his hand away, watching your honey slide down his fingers as he spread them apart. âJust look at how drenched you are for me.â He placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off. âSo sweet, Itâs addicting.â The blond demon quickly settled between your thighs, spreading them further apart and licked a wet sloppy line down the center of your aching pussy.
Your back arched off the ground as your hands flew to his hair, tugging and pushing him even closer. Your voice came out in a series of moans of his name in broken bits as his tongue flicked across your clit before he closed his lips over the sensitive flesh. âAh ah ah~'' It felt like hours that he was down there, long tongue lapping at your honeyed center, two thick fingers pushed so deeply inside and reahcing parts of you that only he could reach. Your body remembered each and every touch, even if it was more rough and faster paced.
Kyoujuro curled his fingers, rubbing against the spongy spot within you that would have you writhing against his tongue. He wanted to taste you again. You were so sweet and he wanted to have your oragsm on his tongue again. âCum for me, baby girl. Cum on my tongue.â He dipped his tongue in your quivering hole, spreading it apart with his fingers and sucked.Â
Your back arched off the ground once last time before your oragam hit hard, spraying out on his face and chest. Kyoujuro gredily drunk all you had to offer, his tongue lapping up every drop. He pulled away after placing a slow kiss to your dewy center and wiped at his chin.Â
You panted harshly to try and catch your breath. That was the best orgasm you ever experienced. It was much better than any of the times you were with Kyoujuro when he was human. You struggled to focus your eyes on the demon between your legs as you felt him slide up your body. Your mouth dropped open in a loud gasp when the large, bulbous head of his cock brushed against your hole, teasing it. âKyou...I...â you were silenced by a single clawed finger as he stared down into your eyes, his expression strained with barely concealed lust.
âI am going to take you now and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me.â Kyoujuro pushed his pants further down his hips and rubbed the thick tip against you again. He slowly began to push inside you, groaning at the feeling of your soft, velvety walls stretching to accommodate his size. His claws tore into the floorboards when your hands gripped his shoulders, crying out from the pain and pleasure. âFuck....my cute little Fireball...â He groaned out, sinking in a little more.
Yor hands grabbed at his shoulders as he sunk his thick length in. His cock was so much bigger than what you remembered. It was too much. You could not take all of it. Youâd break. âKyoujuro, sâtoo much. Mâgunna break.âYou whined, feeling your hole stretch to take him in more and feeling every single inch. The burn in your cunt brought tears back to your eyes as you pleaded for him to take it out once more, but you were ignored. The throbbing soon was replaced by the most delicious of frictions. âFuuck...â you babbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Kyoujuro snapped his hips, bottoming out within you and held still when your nails ripped down his back. It took every fiber of his being to not disregard your feeble human body and just pound into you and bruising up your insides like the demon he was. âYouâre so tight.â He groaned out as his hands went to wrap around your waist, his torso hovering over you. âSo tight and all for me.â He pulled out until only the thick, bulbous head was barely inside before pushing it all back in, your slick walls gripping him tightly. âIâm going to fuck you now. Okay, pretty girl?â
You barely nodded before his cock started rocking in and out of your body. You clung to Kyoujuro as your orgasm was approaching rather quickly. Too quickly. Why were you going to cum so soon? Heâd just started. Why was your body so sensitive? âAh~ Kyou...â you moaned out, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. Â
You let out a whine when he grabbed your thighs, pulling your legs from around him and pushed them back against your chest. From this angle, you could see his cock sliding in and out of your clenching hole, your honey coating it more with each thrust. There was a ring of cream forming around the base of his dick and your face heated even more as you tried to cover your face. You were letting a demon have his way with you, letting him make your pussy cream on his cock.
He noticed that you were trying to cover your face with your hands. The blond quickly let go of your thighs and grabbed your hands away from your face and placed them in the crook of your knees. âHold them. If you let go, I will ruin your next orgasm.âÂ
At her nod, Kyoujuro then pressed two fingers against your lips, pushing them inside your mouth to grab your tongue. âSuch an obedient girl.â He angled his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against the spongy spot deep within you. Kyoujuro removed his fingers, now slick with your saliva, and rubbed them against your puffy, swollen clit.Â
Strings of curses left your, now, hoarse throat. Yor could feel someone other than Kyoujuro looking at you and you turned to where you felt the gaze. Akaza was staring at you with an amused expression on his face.Â
You wanted to bury your face in my hands again, but you were so close to your next orgasm and Kyoujuro threatened to ruin it if you moved your hands from their place of holding yor legs up. The demon leaned down and grunted in yourear, his thrusts becoming more sporadic. It was then I felt it. A swollen knot that had formed on the base of his cock. âKyou! No! That wonât fit!âÂ
Kyoujuro leaned down, his forehead pressed against yours as he dropped sweet kisses to your lips. âYes, it will. Trust me.â He slowly pushed inside, stretching you out even further to accommodate his knot. He was so close. You were so wet for him. âJust breathe, love.â Â
He felt you clench down even tighter on his cock when he called you that, causing him to whine. He could sense that Akaza was awake and watching him fuck his knot into you, but he could not bring himself to care. Let Akaza watch as he takes you for his own. The thought of being watched made his dick twtich.
The stretch to fit Kyoujuroâs knot was painfully, but the aid of his fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit and his sweet sloppy kisses distracted you as he pushed it inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the thick end finally went inside. âF-feels sâgood.â I cried out.
âShe looks so fucked out and dumb on your cock, Kyoujuro.â Akazaâs voice echoed through the small room. He glanced at the thin crack under the door and saw the fading sunlight. A smirk crossed his lips as he rose to his feet. âTime to see just how fucked out I can make her.â
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Floral vest | November, 2023
This vest is a Frankenstein of two patternsâthe construction is from the Ophelia Slipover by Toshiyuki Shimada ĺśç°äżäšand the floral pattern from the Flower Yoke Pullover by Erika Tokai ćąćľˇăăă (@erika_tokai on Instagram). Both patterns are listed on Ravelry but only available in printed books.
Now, it is not my genius idea to piece these two together. I think it was first done by a fellow Chinese knitter and designer, who is XS KNITTING on RED and XS_KNITTING on Wechat. I have both pattern books but she did provide very detailed instructions on how to combine the two patterns for this vest. I mostly followed her notes â see modifications below.
Overview of the construction
Make a provisional cast on with a waste yarn.
Knit colourwork in the round from bottom up, ending at approx. underarm level. Decrease on the sides as instructed. You will later steek the fabric at the sides so the pattern includes the additional allowance for steeking.
Knit the front and back yoke sections flat, following the instructions for neck and shoulder shaping. (There is no armhole shaping in the yoke part.)
Sew together the front and back yoke parts, pick up stitches to make the neckband.
Reinforce the steek and cut. Pick up stitches from the steeked edges to make the side bands. Sew the bottom bit of the side bands together.
Pick up stitches to make the hem.
Needles
(all 80cm circulars)
Colourwork: 3.00mm
Yoke: 2.75mm
Neckband: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm
Side bands: 2.5mm, bind off with 2.25mm
Hem: 2.75mm, bind off with 2.5mm
Yarn
Biches & BĂťches Le Petit Lambswool 248m/50g, in white and light pink. This is a 2-ply woolen spun, slightly rustic but soft yarn. It softens even more after washing and blooms too, making an incredibly light but hearty fabric. I always thought it was produced in Europe since this is a French brand, but the Lambswool range is actually spun and dyed in Scotland. Hence it is a little less local than I thought (and their website doesnât say where the wool material comes from), but Iâm also happy to support Scottish mills that produce less chemically treated yarns in small batches.
Another nice thing is that each of my skeins/balls actually weighed 55g, so there was a little surplus than what I paid for.
Yardage
I took detailed measurements just in case you (or future me) are worried about having enough yarn, or thinking about doing differently coloured bands, etc.
As can be seen, the bands and hem take up quite a bit of yardage.
Modifications
Colourwork
I think I followed the instructions entirely for the colourwork.
Yoke
I knitted one more row at the bottom of the front and back yokes respectively, because I somehow started from the wrong side and the pattern started from the right side. The shoulder seams are done with Kitchener stitch instead of a three-needle bind-off. Therefore I think I had about 104 rows in the yoke instead of 100 in the pattern, which means I picked up 84 stitches instead of 80 for the side band at the yoke section.
First block and felting
After I finished the yoke, the colourwork looked rather uneven. Since the yarn I used was thinner than the Shetland yarn in the pattern and I knitted the colourwork loosely to match the instructed gauge, the fabric was also quite loose and not as supple as I wanted. The good thing is that the finished garment (using the required gauge) had quite a lot of positive ease for my body measurements. So I decided to shrink the garment slightly by hand-felting it.
To felt a wool garment, you need one or more of the following: high temperature, moisture, agitation, soap. Hereâs what I did to felt it as gently as possible. The half-finished main body had no live stitches at this point so I just soaked it in icy cold water as how you would normally block a knitted garment, but without soap. Then I just use my hands to agitate the fabric until I felt that it had first evened out and then tightened up. Trust me, without hot water or soap you need quite a lot of agitation to felt a garmentânot just swishing it around.
Iâve also seen people putting their work into a pillow case into the washing machine on a hot drying cycle and stopping every few minutes to check if itâs felted enough. I have no confidence in operating my washing machine but you can try.
The result was satisfactory enough for me to go ahead.
Neckband
Neckband was finished with a tubular bind off with two rows, i.e. one pair, of reinforcement (the âtubularâ bitâ). To do this, you would first use a slightly smaller needle to switch the ribbing from 2*2 to 1*1 as you knit across (see Suzanne Bryantâs video). I used a needle one size smaller but I think I couldâve gone down two sizes, as the finished neckband feels a little too loose.
Side bands
I reinforced the fabric using the crochet method and then steeked it. Some people recommend the hook to be one size smaller than the knitting needles, but I used a 1.5mm and it worked well for me. It;s absolutely possible to steek with an even number of stitches (many tutorials say you can only do an odd number of stitches).
Using a 2.5mm circular I picked up stitch for stitch for the colourwork and 84 for 104 for the yoke. One stitch is added at either ends. There was no stitch decrease after picking up. I finished with Italian bind off which is another kind of invisible bind off like tubular bind off, just without the âtubularâ bit.
To do this: On the 15th row (wrong side), I knitted the first 35 sts (which were not bound off) using the 2.5mm needle in 2*2 ribbing. Then I switched to 2.25mm and switched the ribbing to 1*1 as I knitted across, and finished by knitting the last 35 sts using the 2.5mm needle again in 2*2 ribbing. On the 16th row (right side), I knitted the first 35sts in the 2.5mm needle and 2*2 ribbing as usual. Then I adjusted how I held the project so that I could pull the working yarn to the opposite side (front/back side) of the garment and start the sewn bind off from the wrong side.
It is absolutely not necessary to do all this. Some people make a very simple knitted bind off. This is purely because I want an invisible bid off and the ribbing pattern made it easier to do it this way. Also see illustration.
Then I Kitchener-stitched the 2*2 ribbing to make the side seam.
Hem
I took out the provisional cast on and transfer sts to a 2.75mm needle. My side bands were slightly wider than instructed so I picked up more side stitches for the hem too. 336 sts I think. I did 2*2 ribbing and finished with a tubular bind-off with four rows, i.e. two pairs, of reinforcement.
And that's it! I'm really pleased about this little vest and might make more in different colour schemes in future.
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Heeeey I'm back again with another tidbit of the Slay the Knight AU (AKA: the Re:Zero and Slay the Princess crossover au)
Anyways due to some of y'all's amazing suggestion, I think I have a lot more ideas to rave about rn, mostly about the voices, but also some about the different Barus that this au would have!
Ok so, first the voices:
Voice of the Hero - Voice of the Noble: Julius.
Voice of the Contrarian - Voice of the Opposed: Ram
Voice of the Opportunist- Voice of the Cunning: Anastasia
Voice of the Cold - Voice of the Shut-in: Beatrice
Voice of the Paranoid - Voice of the Troubled: Otto
Voice of the Stubborn - Voice of the Proud: Priscilla
Voice of the Hunted - Voice of the Protector (shield, get it?): Garfield
Voice of the Cheated - Voice of the Wronged: Felt
Voice of the Skeptic - Voice of the Cynic: Pick
Voice of the Smitten - Voice of the Devoted: Rem
Voice of the Broken - Voice of the Selfless: Reinhard
I think that's all the voices but I might be wrong. . Uhhh anyways here they all are! Again a lot of these are from suggestions, but I really liked them! Some names are still iffy (Felt and Garfiel could definitely be improved upon I think) but I do like the character placements!
My favorite thing to think about is which route these voices will interact with, since all the Barus will be very. . . Interesting.
Speaking of the Barus, here's some ideas I had for their princess equivalents, with pictures!
So, first, to get it out of the way: The Witch
100% Wrathbaru, there's not a single bone in my body that says otherwise. The Witch route is all about distrust, it's all about how you betrayed the Princess and so she betrayed and beat up you, there's even a reference to the Frog and the Scorpion fable in her route, a fable all about trusting someone only to get hurt in doing so. Hell, the characteristic voice for her route is Voice of the Opportunist, who's singlehandedly the voice that should be trusted the least
Meanwhile in the Wrath IF route, Wrathbaru was specifically incredibly paranoid and distrustful to the point where he stopped seeing color, only ever seeing color in people who he fully trusted, mainly because he knew for certain where they stood emotionally when it came to him either through consistency across loops (Beatrice and Emilia) or because he knows that they just hate him (Ram and also kinda Emilia)
The point is, Wrathbaru absolutely would be the Witch equivalent, if only for the themes alone, though he's a lot somber than the very playful Witch.
Also, catboy Wrathbaru, enough said.
Though if Wrathbaru is The Witch then The Thorn will definitely be really interesting
I like to think that Wrathbaru in the Thorn would still be very jumpy and paranoid, instead of the gentle show of trust in the og game, Emilia (The Long Quiet) would have to drag Wrathbaru out of those vines kicking and screaming
Having Rem, Julius and Anastasia harassing Echidna (The Narrator) about describing a kiss with Wrathbaru would be absolutely hilarious though, absolutely peak fiction
Now, let's please talk about The Damsel
So, we can like, all agree that this is arc 1-2 Baru, right? Just straight up that Subaru, but with more bimbo energy
Rem here would be fun, though she probably wouldn't say things in the exact same manner the Smitten does, she can still be really funny with her Subaru crush, as seen in the snow special
Ok, so like, we got the Damsel figured out, cool.
Now, Happily Ever After, on the other hand
Ok so this is pristine cut content, so definitely some big spoilers, but:
Greebaru. Just, 100%, 1000% Greedbaru coded. There's not a single princess that could ever rival the Greedbaru-ness of this princess in the entire game
Just, him and Emilia being literally controlled the entire time, the idea of Echidna slowly growing disillusioned as the route goes on as she sees where her meddling will take her, the constant repetition and Subaru's desperation that doing things again and again will fix it, the fact that REM I would be the one orchestrating all of this???
Just, how utterly miserable everyone is inside of this route, it's simply Greed IF core. Everyone knows that Greed IF is the IF where no one gets to be happy despite everything technically being "alright", which is exactly the vibes that this route has!
Also, going from Arc 1-2 Subaru to Greed IF Subaru would be such a drastic jump, I love it
Greebaru would be a lot calmer than the og princess in this route, think lots of fake smiles and call insistance that slowly becomes hysterical desperation
Also, dancing with Greebaru under the stars, enough said
For other standouts:
The Den
We get to have a full monster Baru!
He'll probably be a chimera type beast that's a ground dragon (Petrasche reference ayy) mixed with a rabbit (hah) with a big horn on his forehead and Cappella-esque wings
There's no way to really stick his iconic slicked back hair on a rabbit head without it looking a bit goofy, so I propose we let Subaru grow his hair out and have it down for this one
The Razor:
For some reason I cannot possibly describe to you, I keep thinking of her equivalent being Pridebaru. No seriously do not ask me why, I don't know either
Maybe it's because she's the most affably murder happy one? Then again there's the Adversary. . . Anyways if she were to be Pridebaru then I suggest an added fire motif, along with the blades
The blades can mainly stay due to the association with Elsa, in fact, maybe this Baru can specifically only ever target Emilia's guts when he goes to skewer her
Also Mutually Assured Destruction
That entire interaction will be hilarious now. Rem finding this beautiful, Priscilla saying it's the perfect man, Ram wondering if he can be thrown out of a window??? Mwah, perfection
I also would like if there was a fire motif there, maybe he can also he on fire
The Nightmare
My beloved, because he would mean we get to hear Otto do the "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves" chant, but also I have no clue what Baru he would even be
Maybe Gluttony??? A Moment of Clarity would make Gluttony an interesting pick here, but I don't know for sure
Other than that I'm still brainstorming ideas, and ofc taking suggestions, so feel free to tell me what y'all think!
Edit: It is done! I've written the first Chapter of this au, go see it here
#natsuki subaru#re:zero#subaru natsuki#slay the princess princess#slay the princess#slay the princess au#rezero au#slay the knight au
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Brain rot, Brain rot.
18+ Minors DNI
(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)
A little piece Iâve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones Iâve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.
( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).
Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader
Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (Itâs Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if Iâve missed any warnings please let me know.
Whew Lordy.
Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! Itâs a wonder the townsfolk donât have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.
He loves a lady he can manipulateâ bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage sheâs there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.
If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, heâll die a happy man.
Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. Itâs like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep heâll be hitting you when he fucks you.
Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your âmystery manâ. When you brought up the fact that heâs constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most âmanly menâ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a manâs son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasnât your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.
Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.
Nick Fowler, I donât really know much about himâ I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.
Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You donât know but you feel fucked outâ you donât think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.
âCome on baby another for meâ he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.
When heâs had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you donât have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.
Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to himâ you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, heâs down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. Heâll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body
Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal heâd be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.
Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesnât clash with the dark marks heâs given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while youâre practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when youâve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.
Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasyâs I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, heâs played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tonyâs house during a partyâ Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than heâd ever done before.
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I have no idea where all these come from but Iâm loving it.
#bucky barnes#bucky x female reader#bucky x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky fanfic#bucky smut#mcu bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#beefy bucky smut#beefy bucky#bucky barnes imagine#lee bodecker x reader#lee bodecker#lee bodecker x female reader#lee bodecker x you#sheriff lee bodecker#lee bodecker x y/n#nick fowler#nick fowler x reader#nick fowler x you#nick fowler x y/n#steve kemp#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x you#I need help
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Mistakes (Joel Miller x Reader)
Part 1 of the Mistakes Series
Part 2: Reconnection. Part 3: Healing
Summary: Joel makes some mistakes. It takes him a bit too long to realize them.
Warnings: angst!!!!! mostly self loathing and jealousy. Joel is extremely bad at emotions and communication, reader isnât the best at communication either
wc: 1431
Notes: this is 1431 words of pure angst...please donât kill me! not 100% sure if I am going to do a part 2, so let me know if you think I should! PS: anything in italics is a flashback!
The three of you were on route to Bill and Frankâs. Joel and Tess were walking side by side with you trailing behind. Thatâs how it always was. Joel and Tess, and then you.
The three of you were work partners, and finding people you could trust these days was rare. And at first, you and Joel were really close. You had lost your little sister, who was about the same age as Joelâs daughter. You bonded over your memories with your loved ones. You grew to fall head over heels for him. And it seemed like he felt the same way. He held your hand sometimes, let you hug him, and even kissed your brow whenever you were feeling really down.
But as of late, he barely spoke to you. It was after an incident last month. The three of you went to meet someone for a deal, and it went south. Way south. As in you had gotten shot and the three of you barely made it out alive.
âSweetheart, stay with me. Please, I need you.â
You could barely hear his words over your own heartbeat, blood pouring out from the wound.
âI love you, sweetheart! Donât leave me!â
There was a tremble in his voice as you felt his lips brush across your brow. All you could think about was his confession as darkness took over your vision.
Joel had absolutely fawned over you, taking care of your wound while Tess went out and got supplies. But as soon as you had healed, he pretty much completely stopped talking to you. He only did when it was absolutely necessary, which pissed you off. He probably saw you as a flight risk since the injury. Thought you were useless. And even though he told you he loved you, you were pretty damned sure that was a lie. It gnawed at you more than youâd like to admit.
Jealousy burned in the pit of your stomach as she laughed at something he said as they were walking side by side. Once again, it was him and Tess, and then you. Tess was a great woman. Badass, resourceful, caring when it was needed, pretty, and closer to his age. Of course heâd choose to be around her, especially if you were useless to him.
Neither of them noticed the frown on your face as the three of you entered the gates of Bill and Frankâs home. But Frank did, giving you a concerned look.
When he embraced you, he whispered, âEverything okay?â
âIâll tell you later,â you whispered back, hoping that later wouldnât come.
And for a while, it didnât. When you had dinner, of course Tess sat in the middle of you two around the circular table, cutting you off from him. Not like Joel would look at you anyway. The four of them were talking; Frank and Tess were laughing, Joel was smiling, and even Bill seemed like he was hiding a grin. But not you. Despite how incredible Bill and Frankâs food always was, you found yourself barely able to eat, slowly picking at the delicacies sat in front of you with your head in the clouds as you ignored the conversation around you.
Frank, of course, noticed and looked your way, âAre you alright? Feeling sick or anything? Youâve barely eaten.â
And now all eyes were on you. Great.
You quickly shook your head, refusing to make eye contact with Tess or Joel when you answered, âNo, Iâm fine, Frank. Just have my mind on other things right now.â
Frank gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
âIf you need to talk about itâŚâ
You cut him off, âIâm fine, Frank. Really. I think I just need to take a little walk. If youâll excuse me.â
The scrape of your chair was far too loud against the silence that had fallen over the table. You walked away hurriedly, further into the small town until the table was out of view. Only then did you allow the tears that were pricking your eyes begin to fall.
You found the boutique and dipped inside, allowing you a private place to dry your tears. You couldnât cry at home, knowing that Joel and Tess could hear you. They already thought you were weak enough after that incident, you didnât need them thinking you were even weaker. But you found solace in a place that allowed you that privacy, crying softly until the jealousy and anger that had burned your stomach gave way to a profound sadness. You couldnât stay with them if you were feeling this way. Even thought you didnât think they were doing it on purpose. Clearly, you didnât have a place among them anymore.
Only then did you vaguely hear a voice calling your name.
Joelâs voice.
You looked up and saw that it was sundown. The two of them were probably getting ready to head back. You supposed youâd go back with them, gather your things, and slip out in the night. Maybe leave them a note. You got lost in your thoughts again and didnât realize how close Joel was until he stepped into the threshold of the boutique. He glanced down and saw you sitting against the wall, knees pulled to your chest.
âDidnât you hear me?â he huffed, âbeen callin for you. Itâs about time for us to head home.â
You stared blankly at the wall, not making eye contact, âSorry, Joel, got lost in thought. Iâll be along.â
His eyes grew concerned, his permanently furrowed brow temporarily settling as he took you in. You were a mess. Tear stains marked your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. Your eyes held a deep sadness, but also a resolve. He was nervous to find out what that resolve was for.
Joel crouched next to you, âYou okay?â
âDonât know why youâd care.â
He stiffened, âThe hell are you talking about? Of course I care.â
âThen why the fuck havenât you talked to me in almost a month?â
Your voice carried an emotion Joel had never heard from you before. Bitterness. It seemed wrong flowing off of your tongue, especially pointed at him.
âSweetheart, I-â
âYou donât get to fucking call me sweetheart.â
Oh.
âYou havenât talked to me in nearly a month, Joel. You barely even look at me anymore. You only talk to Tess. Itâs like Iâm invisible. Like I donât matter.â
âYou do matter-â
âThen why donât you treat me like I do?â
Joel was shocked. He tried to speak, but no words came out.
âThatâs what I thought. Clearly Iâve been useless to you both since Iâve gotten injured. Iâm sure then that youâll be happy to hear that Iâve decided to leave. Iâm going to take my stuff from the apartment and youâll never have to drag me around again.â
You pushed yourself off of the ground, willing yourself not to cry as you spit out your statement, venom flowing through your veins.
âAnd clearly I donât matter enough to you for a response.â
Joel stood up and shot his arm out, stopping you from leaving.
âLet go, Joel,â you said harshly, attempting to push his hand away.
âIâm sorry.â
He blurted it out, desperately needing you to know.
You raised a brow, but said nothing. He took it as an invitation to continue.
âIâm really sorry, sweet-â he cut himself off, remembering what you had said before,â Y/n. I promise I didnât mean to make you feel that way.â
âThen what the fuck were you trying to do?â
âI donât fucking know! I was afraid! Afraid that I was going to lose you like I did Sarah! So I pushed you away so that if you got hurt again, maybe it would hurt less.â
And there it was. Fear. The one thing that was holding Joel back. Loving you meant he had so much to lose.
You shook your head, âThatâs fucked up, Joel. I didnât need to get shot to be hurt again.â
Your words hung in the air, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
âFuck, Y/n, Iâm so sorry. I know I messed this up big time. But please donât go. Come back to Boston and let me try to make things right. Please.â
âI donât know if you can, Joel.â
He watched you walk out of the boutique, shoulders slumped, wiping at your face. But this time, he couldnât bring himself to move to stop you. He didnât deserve you. And quite frankly, he didnât think there was anything he could do to change that.
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HIIIII!!!! saw ur post ab the bash, wanted to rq remus lupin using the prompt âevery time i try to make something right, i always hurt someoneâ CONGRATS ON 100!!!!
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remus + âevery time i try to make something right, i always hurt someoneâ
remus was the most loyal person anyone could meet. he would die before betraying the ones he trusted. he would kill to protect them. he was also a big fat liar, and you were still trying to understand how to trust him when those two truths lived in him so easily. he was so fearful of losing people lying became second nature, afraid the truth would be worse.
maybe if he was a good liar it wouldn't be much a problem, but he wasn't. his voice would crack, his eyes would avoid you, his face would be immediately sweaty. then you would not only be mad at him for the original reason (almost leaving you, telling people he would leave you, hiding the extent of his hurt, being secretive about his orders from dumbledore) but mostly because he was lying.
at least those seemed somewhat reasonable to lie about, but the argument you two were having now had not an ounce of reason. "someone flirts with you constantly. you don't tell her off, fine. she tries to kiss you and then you just avoid her. fine." you're walking around, listing what you had heard from sirius earlier, your hands gripping on the waist line of your shirt, controlling yourself, your anger. it definitely wasn't fine. "then i meet her and you tell me she's just someone from work?"
"i'm aware it doesn't look gooâ" you cut him right away, not even giving him space to try and save his werewolf ass from the mess he had got himself him.
"oh no, it does not. it looks terrible, lupin, what're you doing? keeping safe spaces you can run to when you do decide to actually leave me?" you weren't the type to bring back old wounds to fresh fights, but that was one that would never completely heal. you would always remember lily's worried voice telling you about how remus asked james for help getting away. or when you woke up on a random morning monday, his baggage still done, his face pleading for forgiveness for having almost left.
"iâwill not explain myself again." he kept thinking the more he talked, the more the argument would escalate and somewhere you would notice for yourself he wasn't good. he couldn't deal with that right now. he actually felt loved with you, a type of love he didn't have to exhaust himself trying to earn it. you always just gave him, he was terrified you'd take it back if you two kept fighting.
"yeah don't, you might actually tell me the truth for once, wouldn't want that." your tongue drips of venom, even if barely loud enough for him to hear, the loud sigh you let out after almost hiding away your anger. before he could even reply, your tired steps headed to the room you both shared. the tears you've been swallowing trying hard to come forward, the air on your lungs becoming thinner and thinner. you drop to the floor as soon as you get to it, laying down as flat and quiet as you could.
you needed to calm down.
breath in. breath out.
you spend good time like that, your eyes closed, your mind focused on not freaking out. you weren't jealous, that wasn't the issue, being kept in the dark was the issue. if he just told you from the beginning you two could've joked about it, it would't be a big deal. the lying was a big deal. especially when he tried so hard to keep those details away from you, he was actually capable of being a good liar. that was worrisome.
you don't hear his steps, or the way he leans on the door frame watching you. you only feel his presence when he notices your breathing is calmer, and he lays on the floor by your side, looking up the ceiling, his fingers intertwined on the back of his head.
"every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone." his voice is quiet, sincere, it doesn't ask for your pity, it doesn't make him the victim. it just is. he's just telling you. "sincerely, my love, i just didn't want to upset you... i wasâi was scared you would think it was me giving her signs. i was terrified of it, honestly, merlin iâi'm always afraid. there's your truth." you don't reply for an instant, he doesn't move either.
you roll your body closer to him, his arm finds home underneath your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. you feel his heartbeat. his cologne. "such an idiot." he chuckles into your hair, even though he knows you're not joking, you're not trying to lighten the mood. "stop trying to make things right, you don't know what that is." you say finally, your final opinion on the matter. it was true, he had been running away from every conflict, trying to lie his ass out of problems for so long that for him, those were the right choices. the obvious choices.
it stings, the firmness on your voice, but not only he deserves it, he's glad you're still lying on him, your fingers rubbing his chest lightly. you were never afraid to tell him the truth, didn't matter how harsh. and it never hurt him more than he had hurt you by lying. it actually made him love you even more.
he vows silently then, to make things right by you, and with you, to protect you in the same ways you would him. if re-learning what right and wrong would be the thing to avoid hurting you, then he would do that. if learning to be confrontational, to speak his mind... if those were necessary, then he would. he promises to himself only. he keeps that promise.
"stay with me and i swear i won't be afraid anymore."
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Cobra Kai S6 - Unbalanced
Okay, I have a little more to say about the season I guess.
This is just about how the team isn't on the same page during the Part 2 episodes, why the writers went for it, and why it's fine.
Spoiler cut you know the drill.
Underdog Story
So a tension is kind of needed for narratives to... narrative. And when you do an athletic story like a tournament or sports series you need to have the protagonists in a losing position. So the Iron Dragons have to win everything, the Cobra Kais have to win most things.
And the Miyagi Dos have to barely stay in. Miyagi Do has to be in the lowest place to stay in the tournament. They couldn't be dead last in the first elimination because that'd put them against the Iron Dragons, they were ranked twelfth to face 'not Iron Dragons' and 'not Cobra Kai.'
However they need a reason to suck this bad, one that can be overcome within the structure of the episode run. So it can't actually be a skill issue. There isn't room for a training arc to get stronger, or learn a new attack, or a new style of combat. So they just have to be off their A game.
Which is why Hawk and Demetri can't stand each other. Devon doubts her place on the team. Sam doubts Johnny's training methods. And Robby is so busy staring longingly at Tory he gets punched in the face.
And while Miguel isn't fucking up, he is still bitter that Robby is squandering his opportunity (more on that later).
Demetri and Hawk
So their big conflict is about going to MIT. It'd probably work better if Demetri's actual reasons for staying in the tournament were better. Or if Demetri felt like he'd changed at all from his S2 characterization, but here we are.
It does allow for the good tag team moment, showing how good they are as a duo. But a lot of the conflict in this felt manufactured specifically by Demetri being a brat, and didn't... resolve this by him not being a brat. They just stopped arguing.
The tag team fights were a really good concept for building tension and keeping everyone feeling equal footed, with the actual tension being teamwork. Love that setpiece.
Sam and Devon
So Sam's big conflict point was to stand in for her dad while he was kidnapped. Given my big (only) Cobra Kai fic is basically Sam being Johnny's adopted daughter, not a fan. It works because the whole point is balance between the two styles, but it doesn't work because this conflict point felt a little forced.
And since Sam is standing up for her dad, Devon rises to the challenge for hers. Sensei Johnny did nothing wrong (if you're Devon). It's a less focused argument point because it's just for one episode, so overall it works. They argue, Johnny gets his shit together (temporarily), the girls go back to being on the same page.
Devon's real conflict point is that she has serious imposter syndrome over dosing Kenny. Which she resolves in two parts. She sacrifice plays in the Dublin elim fight, then apologizes to Kenny and gives him her slot. Her conflict is also mostly in the background, which helps.
She's trying her best and isn't as obviously distracted as someone else.
Kenny Payne vs. the World
So on the one hand, Kenny coming in as the ace is great and I love that for him. On the other hand Kenny being accused of being the mole fucking sucks and they really didn't need that point.
Seriously Demetri and Hawk can't agree what color the sky is but they can agree Kenny is working for Silver??? What. The. Fuck.
It sets up for Robby's 'become the leader' moment but Robby already had enough shit on his plate to resolve and this wasn't needed.
Miguel
So Miguel is only in conflict with Robby in the sense that Miguel is the only person 100% on his game during everything. He's honing his 'how dare Robby squander my chance' into focus to be a badass is the most Johnny Lawrence coded thing he could do. And once he understands what Robby is dealing with he simmers the fuck down.
Miguel's mini arc here, overall, is fine. Was he right to call out Robby? Yes. Was he right to do it the way he did? No. Is he a moody teenager made they are losing a tournament? Sure is.
Of everyone here, he (and Robby) are fine.
Robby
So, on the one hand, Robby has every reason to be off his game (if you're deeply invested in him and Tory which I am not, but I'm writing this like I buy into it). On the other hand he's still sucking at his job.
So if you look at things from his perspective, nobody has the right to be this mean to him he's going through it.
But if you look at it from any other perspective, he's why they aren't going to win. So them being whiny brats over it still makes sense.
The show gave the moment to solidify him to Miguel (which is fine). The only better options are Johnny or Kenny. Johnny because he's his dad, and that Robby needs to focus and he and Tory have all the time in the world to figure shit out.
Kenny because Kenny is the only one in the group who has zero reservations believing in Robby Keene as a fighter. Kenny pointing out he's better than this, he's good. He can win. Would have hit so different.
Overall
The best fix would have been to stagger the resolutions rather than backload them onto the final two episodes. Robby needed to be resolved last, because his has the most actual weight to it.
Miguel's had to be tied to his trip home to his mom, so that's fine. Devon and Kenny are similarly fine.
They could have cut out so much of the Demetri/Hawk bullshit and made it better. It got tied to the tag team fight but they could have done the fights in a different order and let them resolve their shit early. Especially if we skipped the 'we both have girlfriends psych! gonna dance with a girl who I'm not dating' bullshit. Which is more 'Demetri is a bad person who learns nothing.'
Sam's conflict being more with Johnny would have made her and Devon's little ministrife work better, I'd probably resolve that one first. Johnny giving her orders on how to fight and disregarding it (and losing for it) to hit the 'Daniel never listens but Johnny can be right sometimes' note with Daniel MIA.
But the end of it all, the team did need to be at each other's throats for some duration for the block of eps to work.
Endnote: They should have just- not had Zara SA Robby. It's one of those plot things that require more nuance and thought than Cobra Kai can spare on this sorta thing. So either Robby did it sober, or don't do it at all.
Endnote 2: I didn't talk about Tory because Tory is, remarkably, doing it all correctly. Minus joining Cobra Kai. She's having no part in Kwon and Kreese's bullshit mindgames. She puts everything on pause with Robby to focus on the tournament. A surprisingly mature call. And the only time she's getting into drama is when Zara drags her into it.
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