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Congratulations on the followers! Please can I request some angsty fluff with Fox and a female reader with this prompt - 24: “Who hurt you?”
Maybe reader got attacked and he found her and tends to her wounds which leads to some feelings being shared? Thanks if you do 😊 I love your work
Medical Feelings
🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader
word count: 1.8k
prompts:
• “Who hurt you?”
Plot: After a risky mission that left you injured, Commander Fox helps nurse you back to health.
Warnings: Safe for work, hurt whump, idiots in love, Reader scared of droids momentarily, needle mention, slightly injured reader, minor blood mention.
Authors note: Sorry for the wait 🩵
“How are you holding up?”
You blink, trying to focus as the voice cuts through the haze in your head. But your vision blurs and swims, the light above stabbing behind your eyes like a viroblade.
“Like someone who’s been hit in the head,” you groan, wincing as you sit up on the medbay cot. The room tilts for a moment and you feel like you may be sick but luckily it settles, and your eyes finally set on the figure perched nearby. Thire.
The mission hadn’t gone as planned. What should have been a straightforward retrieval of intel left you caught in the crossfire. You weren’t a soldier so when the fighting started, you’d been forced to rely on pure luck and very minimal training. Clearly, neither had been enough.
Your memory of the incident was weak as all you could recall was a sharp pain to your head followed by the sight of clankers looming over you before everything went dark.
“You took quite a hit,” Thire says, his voice lighter than the situation warrants as he pulls up a stool to sit beside you.
“I noticed,” you mutter, rubbing gingerly at your temple that felt sticky and as you pull your hand back, a splodge of blood painted your fingertips. A dull ache radiates from where the blow landed, and your entire body feels stiff and battered.
Recovery is going to take a while.
“You know the Commander’s going to want to see you.”
The comment makes you freeze for a beat before you force a painful shrug, hoping to look unaffected. “He’s busy. I doubt he even noticed.”
Thire snickers. “Not too busy for his favourite girl.”
You roll your eyes, already regretting letting him sit down. “Oh don’t start with all that.”
But Thire doesn’t let up, grinning like a loth-cat who’s cornered its prey. “Come on. You’ve seen the way he looks at you. If Fox stares any harder, his visor’s going to fog up.”
“Shut up, Thire,” you grumble, though a reluctant chuckle escapes before you can stop it. The movement makes your ribs ache, and you hiss softly in pain. “And no, I haven’t seen the way he looks at me. It's you lot putting that notion in my head.”
Instantly, Thire’s grin fades, replaced by concern as he notices your pain. “Should I call a med droid?”
“No!” you blurt, a little too quickly. Thire raises a brow, clearly catching on.
“Not a fan of droids, huh?”
You cross your arms, or at least try to; the motion is stiff and awkward. “I’m fine. Really. I don’t need—”
“Who hurt you?”
The sudden voice freezes you mid-sentence. Both you and Thire turn toward the door at the same time, and your heart stops.
Commander Fox. The visor of his helmet glints under the overhead lights as he strides toward you, exuding that no-nonsense authority he’s known for.
Thire shoots you a smug, told-you-so glance before rising to his feet. “This one took a blow to the head, sir. She has a possible concussion.”
Fox’s attention shifts to the datapad in Thire’s hand. “Why wasn’t this reported to me immediately?”
“I figured you had more pressing matters,” Thire replies smoothly, clearly unfazed by the irritation in Fox’s tone.
Fox huffs, the sound sharp and metallic through his helmet’s vocoder. His gaze snaps back to the datapad, scanning the details. “And why hasn’t a med droid been dispatched?”
You groan, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I’m right here, you know. Maybe someone could ask me what I want instead of talking like I’m invisible.”
Both men turn toward you at the same time. Thire’s expression is sheepish, though it doesn’t quite mask the amusement in his eyes. Fox, however, is unreadable as always, his emotions hidden behind the stoic facade of his helmet.
Thire clears his throat, stepping back. “I’ll, uh, leave you with the Commander.” He’s gone before you can protest, disappearing through the door with a suspiciously quick pace.
The silence that follows is thick enough to cut with a vibroblade. Fox stands rigidly near the cot, his arms folded across his chest. You can hear the faint tap of his boot against the durasteel floor as he shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “How are you feeling?”
You shrug, regretting it immediately when the movement sends another sharp ache down your spine. “I’ve been better.”
His head tilts slightly, a gesture that might be concern. “You should’ve reported your injuries sooner.”
“You think I wanted to end up in here?” you counter, the bite in your voice softened by exhaustion.
Fox doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he steps closer, his broad frame almost casting a shadow over you. For a moment, you think he might argue. But his next words surprise you.
“You’re lucky,” he says almost quietly. “It could’ve been worse.”
There’s something in his tone—a rare softness that catches you off guard, even if it is for a moment. You both seem to snap out of whatever the hold that ensnared you both and you close your eyes, leaning back with a soft agreement of his words.
Fox pauses for a moment, then steps away. You crack one eye open, expecting him to be halfway out the door, but to your surprise, he returns moments later with a medical droid trailing behind.
You suddenly sit up straighter, tension rippling through you as the AZI droid glides closer, a stim injector held in one of its arms.
“I’m fine. I don’t need a droid to see me,” you declare quickly, glancing between the droid and Fox with what you hope is a convincing look of confidence. But Fox is already standing there, arms crossed, and his helmet tilts slightly in a way that screams ‘you’re not fine’.
“The patient requires an injection to reduce inflammation and prevent complications,” the droid announces, already grating on your nerves.
Your heart skips as the droid raises the injector, the gleam of the stim making your stomach twist. You instinctively lean back, trying to put more space between you and the advancing machine.
“No. I don’t want it,” you snap, panic slipping into your voice despite your best efforts.
Fox’s gaze shifts to you, then to the droid. He holds up a hand, “Stop.”
The droid halts mid-motion. “Commander, the patient requires—”
“I’ll handle it,” Fox says firmly.
Before you can process what’s happening, he steps forward and plucks the stim from the droid’s arm.
“What are you doing?” you ask apprehensively.
He doesn’t answer immediately, instead inspecting the stim injector with almost practiced ease. “You need this,” he says finally, his tone calm but resolute under the modulator. “If you don’t want the droid to do it, I will.”
Your mouth opens, then closes, words failing you as he pulls a stool closer and sits beside the cot. He’s quiet, efficient, and unbothered by your flustered state as he rolls up the sleeve of your tunic. His gloved fingers brush against your skin, sending a jolt through you that has nothing to do with the injection.
“This will only take a second,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “Just relax.”
You nod stiffly, your pulse racing as he steadies your arm. The sharp pinch of the needle is over in a heartbeat, but the warmth of his proximity lingers far longer.
“There. All done.”
You exhale, tension slowly bleeding out of your shoulders. “Thanks,” you murmur, your voice quieter than you intended.
But Fox doesn’t get up. Instead, his gaze shifts to your temple, where the bruising from the blow to your head.
“Let me take a look at that,” he says, leaving no room for argument.
You look at him, eyes wide. “It’s fine—”
“Sit up,” he interrupts, standing and motioning for you to move to the edge of the cot.
Reluctantly, you scoot forward, your legs dangling over the side as he steps closer.
Much closer.
He stands between your knees, his hands are surprisingly gentle as they cradle your face, tilting it slightly so he can get a better look at your wound.
The proximity makes your breath hitch, your heart pounding so loudly you’re begging he can’t hear it. His touch is careful, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as he examines the cut near your temple.
“This should’ve been cleaned properly,” he mutters under his breath “You clones are always too stubborn for your own good.”
“But i’m not a clone,” you mumble, your voice embarrassingly shaky even though his comment amused you.
“No,” he replies, glancing down at you for a moment. “But you’re just as stubborn.”
You open your mouth to retort, but the words die in your throat when he dips his head slightly, focusing on your injury with laser precision behind his visor. His presence is overwhelming, the sharp, clean scent of his armour mixing with something distinctly him.
“This might sting,” he warns, holding up a sterilising wipe.
You barely register the faint sting as he cleans the wound, too distracted by the way his hands move so deliberately, so gently. His thumbs brush against your skin again, steadying your head as he works, and you find yourself leaning into his touch without meaning to.
“There,” he says after a moment, stepping back just enough to toss the used wipe onto the nearby tray. His hands linger on your jaw for a second longer before he finally lets go. “That should help.”
You glance up at him, your cheeks warm, and manage a small, “Thanks.”
He straightens, his imposing frame still far too close. “You need rest,” he says firmly, though his voice is softer than before. “No arguments.”
You nod, swallowing hard. “Got it. Rest. Sure.”
For a moment, neither of you move, the charged silence stretching between you.
For a moment, you don’t think about your actions. Perhaps it was the blow to your head that made you act in a certain way. As he was about to turn and leave, you reach out and grasp his wrist.
He looks back, his helmet adorably titling to the side as you gesture him to come back by pulling his arm. And he does.
“Thank you, Commander. You’ve… you have always been kind to me.”
Then, you lean up and rest your forehead to his, eyes closed. His visor made it a little difficult but you heard his shallow gasp pop through his modulator.
But, he doesn’t move back. He lets it happen and only moves when you finally break away, a soft and nervous smile on your lips.
“Thank you.”
“G-Get some rest.” Then, with a curt nod, Fox finally steps back, his presence still lingering long after he’s gone.
And as you lie back on the cot, staring at the ceiling, you can’t decide what’s more distracting: the ache in your head or the memory of his hands on your skin.
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the coot (type of bird) that I rescued on thanksgiving had to be put down :[
They didn’t tell me what happened so idk if it was sickness or injury. The place I took it to only releases animals, they can’t keep them if they’re not able to survive in the wild. Idk if it was due to being not fit to be released or if it just wasn’t going to make it either way.
#context: bird was in the parking lot of my apartment for 2 days without moving#possibly sick or injured I don’t know which#I took it to a wildlife rescue#idk if it was inevitable or if it was cause we took too long to take it. not that it was in my control#someone noticed it in the morning but I was already on the way to work#when I came home the rescues were closed#so I had to wait till the next day (thanksgiving) to drop it off#it wasn’t in my control but I still feel shitty about it#mainly because. I worry that if it was an injury then it was caused by the idiotic people that live here#it’s bad enough that we have 2 Egyptian geese that had their wings broken on purpose so they can’t leave this place#I just hope it wasn’t the same situation#people here are always trying to kill or hurt the animals#all these animals living in a damn parking lot. it’s sad. lots of the cats are abandoned pets.#we have: iguanas. raccoons. Muscovy ducks. cats. egyptian geese. and a wide variety of birds.#everything but native birds are trapped here because the road is too dangerous to cross. also there’s just nowhere better for them to go
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megumi and mahoraga: understanding megumi’s strategy & dismantling the jokes
i think one of the biggest misconceptions about megumi’s character is that he is a trigger happy loose cannon that is willing to throw his life away at any inconvenience. so for this post, i want to help in understanding the strategy in which megumi employs what he thinks for most of the story is his “ace in the hole,” his secret weapon that will ensure his victory, even if it comes with his death.
mostly, i’m just sick of the mahoraga jokes, and megumi being the butt of 85% of the jokes in this fandom in general, as well as the bum allegations, etc. megumi is not as weak or as reckless as a lot of people think, and i will have more to say about this soon🤞
in order to do this, i’ll be unpacking each time he allegedly attempted to summon mahoraga, including some false allegations as well.
against potential sukuna in ch1
at this point, megumi is unsure of a lot of things. he’s unsure of if he’s talking to yuuji or sukuna. he’s unsure of how powerful sukuna, the legendary king of curses, truly is. he’s unsure of how yuuji or sukuna will react to him attempting to kill them. he’s already seen how strong yuuji is without sukuna, so it’s reasonable (and correct) to assume that with sukuna’s power, he could easily take out megumi and all of his shikigami easily.
another thing to consider is that megumi is seriously injured, and likely concussed, which would impact his ability to maintain and control his shikigami. already, he’s been unable to summon nue, and his divine dogs have disappeared.
in a case where he is up against a special grade(+) curse with unknown power just in a single finger, and he is injured and unable to maintain his other shikigami, he pulls out his secret weapon because he doesn’t want to be responsible for sukuna going rampant in sendai, so even if he dies, he’ll have trapped sukuna in this ritual that would likely kill him too.
against sukuna (again) in ch9
sukuna is now 3x as strong as he was the first time megumi encountered him, and megumi has attempted to fight him both with his fists and his shikigami. he knows that his severely overpowered. he was already pushed to his limit by saving kugisaki as well. he’s lost two of his shikigami in one day, and nue is at its limit, he notes.
he knows there’s not much more he can do, but he still needs to stop sukuna because, again, he needs to take responsibility for both itadori eating the finger and saving his life. the only thing he has left is mahoraga. again, it makes perfect sense. he has no remaining options, but he knows what must be done.
the next three are played up in the anime, but in the manga, it’s more vague. i won’t spend much time on them because it’s purely speculative.
(alleged) against todo in ch17
this never happened, and while it was played up like he was going to in the anime, i just don’t get why. he would never have summoned mahoraga against todo. megumi is a cautious fighter and does only what’s necessary, saving and building his energy as necessary (this is a different post). he also is trying to avoid conflict as much as possible in this scene, so there’s no reason why he would summon mahoraga here.
(alleged) against hanami in ch46 & ch47
something else that i think was more clear in the anime, but vague in the manga.
in ch46, his hands are near the position, and he is thinking about how much stronger hanami is compared to inumaki, arguably the strongest (or at least rated highest) out of the three sorcerers there (megumi, inumaki, and kamo). it’s possible that he was about to summon mahoraga, but again, he realizes at this point that he’s severely overpowered. kamo has gone down. he thinks that inumaki is finished too. it’s just him and this curse he can’t hold a candle too. he figures if he’s going to die anyway, that he might as well try to take hanami out with him.
this thought process is developed more in ch47. he says he needs to use “everything he’s got” because “it’s inexcusable that he be the first to go down.” he’s concerned about his burden and responsibility, and doesn’t want to be the reason why more people get hurt. so since hanami’s curse will already kill him if he uses more jujutsu, he refuses to be the only one who goes down.
against the finger-bearer in ch58
again, it’s a similar situation to others that he’s been in. he’s cornered, severely injured, overpowered, and his shikigami are not holding up as a match against the finger bearer. he even thinks ahead of summoning mahoraga that he might die.
plus, it’s more serious than “if i’m going to die, i’m taking you with me.” it’s tsumiki who’s at stake, as well as kugisaki and itadori, who are nearby. he needs this curse to be exorcized. ultimately, he chooses to use his domain expansion for the first time instead.
against toji in ch113
he only briefly considers it (or so it seems). but one thing the anime does a horrible job of showing is that megumi is nearly burnt out of cursed energy, mainly from holding his domain in dagon’s domain (understandable, considering that’s such an impressive feat. he held it for a long time too). he’s also injured, so much so that he’s saying he’ll need to go to shoko if he can get away, which brings me into The Mahoraga Summoning.
against haruta in ch117
every time i see people talk about this, it’s always “why did he pull out mahoraga against this nobody?” i mean, it’s exactly the reasons i just mentioned. after fighting toji, he’s nearly completely burnt out of energy, and on top of that, he’s injured. he’s actually on his way to see shoko before he gets stabbed by haruta. he’s barely able to walk.
megumi is out of options. he can hardly stand for the summoning ritual. how is he supposed to fight off anyone, nobody or not? his one weapon he has left is mahoraga. he knows sukuna is out and about. he knows he can’t let haruta walk away from this. it’s the same thought process. “i’m going to die, so i’m going to take you with me.”
against sukuna in ch212
this seems like the most self-explanatory, in my opinion. seriously, what is he supposed to do against 15 fingers worth of sukuna? i love megumi, and i will argue up and down that he’s very strong, and severely underestimated by the fandom, but against 15 fingers of sukuna? maki and yuuji, who are both around the same level as megumi in terms of strength, couldn’t take down 15 finger sukuna TOGETHER. megumi alone doesn’t stand a chance.
again, it comes back to his sense of responsibility. he was the one who saved yuuji, and allowed this to happen. it’s why he says “it’s our fault,” to yuuji. so he takes responsibility for taking sukuna down.
ultimately, megumi’s use of mahoraga is incredibly strategic. he only pulls it out in situations where he absolutely has no other options. it’s also an extension of his sense of responsibility, in many cases, particularly regarding sukuna. he was the one who saved yuuji, so he has to be the one to take down sukuna. finally, he doesn’t want to lose. he says that before the kyoto goodwill event, but i think he meant it as an overall statement. if he dies, he will be taking his opponent with him.
megumi is not trigger happy. he’s not a loose cannon. he’s not reckless with his life. he makes calculated moves that align with his goals and motivations.
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Allergic?
Summary: You're sick and Alexia thinks its an allergic reaction.
Warnings: Vomiting
A/N: Decided to give you this tonight, I will also be releasing a fic tomorrow morning (the requested fic).
You were sitting in your room doing your school work, when you decided to go out to Alexia and ask her for some medicine as you felt kind of sick. You had felt funny for most of the day, however it got worse as time went on.
“Ale, I don’t feel the best,” you said as you walked into the living room, noticing some of your teammates were over.
They all looked over to you, “Do you want some medicine Bebita?” you nodded. “Come on, follow me, does anyone want a drink while I’m there?” Mapi nodded and followed you and Alexia into the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?” “I feel kind of itchy, and my stomach kind of hurts.” you replied to her as you scratched your stomach, Alexia lifted up your shirt which caused her face to drop in sorrow. You looked down to see your stomach was covered in big red splotches, “I think you’re having an allergic reaction, I’ll get you an antihistamine and then you should have a shower and we can put cream on the hives. Mapi can you fill up Y/N/N’s water bottle? It should be in the drying rack.”
“Si,” Mapi replied as she reached for your water bottle.
As Mapi was filling up your water bottle and Alexia was sifting through the medicine drawer, your stomach started upheaving its contents, out of nowhere. Tears started to roll down your face as your stomach continued to violently eject its contents. Mapi had moved by your side and was rubbing your back trying to comfort you.
Alexia wiped your mouth with a cloth before pulling you in for a hug, “Oh Bebita, we aren't in a good way are we.” You shook your head, as a small whimper came out of your mouth, causing Alexia to pull you in closer.
It was something she had realised pretty early on, the fact that you wanted to be with someone as close as humanly possible when you were upset, unwell or injured. When you got your first sickness while living with her, what could barely be considered as a minor cold, you wanted to be with her constantly, she was worried that you were sicker than she thought, so she called Leah. Leah told her it was normal, and to expect it, she had explained to Alexia that you would choose specific people to be with when you were unwell, some much more preferably than others, and that it sounded like Alexia had become your Spanish Leah. It wasn't that you were weak, Alexia literally had to stop you from going to training when you had food poisoning from Ona’s cooking, she had to pull over on the way to training so you could throw up, and then you got mad at her when she turned around to go back home. You just enjoyed comfort, and the sicker you were the worse it got.
You walked into the bathroom with Alexia, who saw the stream of tears on your face increasing, pulling you into a hug before you gagged. “Okay Bebita, it's okay.” she said as she turned you around and shuffled you over slightly, so that you were in front of the toilet. You emptied more of your stomach contents into it, and Alexia constantly rubbed your back as you did, trying to provide you some form of reassurance and comfort.
“Oh Bebita, how about we get you into the shower and then you can lie down and maybe try to sleep, see if that helps.” “Will you stay with me?” you asked softly “Of course Bebita, does that sound good though?” you nodded, “Okay, I’m just going to grab some clothes for you, just stay here.” she rushes out and returns very quickly. She had Leah’s hoodie in hand along with a pair of Peter Alexander PJ shorts, they were the Australian Vegemite ones, a gift from Sam and Steph. She chose the hoodie as you always wore it when you were down, she also thought it would be a good option as it had been worn heaps so it was soft and also hadn’t been washed recently-ish, as she did not know what you had your allergic reaction too yet, so she was being cautious.
You stayed in your crop top and undies whilst you showered, Alexia didn’t want to leave you alone so she got you to keep them on, you were glad she stayed when you started throwing up again. Just after you stepped out of your shower, you collapsed down in front of the toilet, heaving more of your stomach contents into it, Alexia wrapped a towel around your body before rubbing your back. As your stomach continued to violently eject its contents your body began to shake, and hot tears pricked your eyes, she helped you up and changed, before directing you out of the bathroom and into her room, sitting your shaky body down on her bed and crouching down in front of you.
“Bebita, I’ve booked a doctors appointment for you for tomorrow, I’ll come with you and stay with you the whole time,” you nodded slightly, before the tears that had been threatening to fall for so long started to stream out and down your cheeks. You felt really really sick, your body was shaking, your whole torso was itchy and hot, and your stomach was churning, “Let's go out to the living room, you can lie down on the couch, the girls are out there but I can get them to leave if you want,” you just shook your head.
Alexia walked you out to the living room, there was a spot on the couch already set up for you, with your pillows, some blankets, and your water bottle, it looked very inviting, so you laid down, Alexia continuously had a hand on your back as she directed you out to the living room, however you lost contact as you started lie down, seeing her leave. “Stay?” you said weakly, Alexia was going to get you some ice packs for your torso to help but you were clearly very unwell and you needed her.
“Of course Bebita,” she said before sliding in behind you, her legs were stretched out in front of her, so you shuffled back towards her for more comfort, she put a hand on your upper arm and you closed your eyes, to see if you could fall asleep, hoping that you would feel better after you sleep.
Her hand lifted off your upper arm and you let a small whimper at the loss of contact. “It’s okay, I’m just going to put an icepack on your back okay, it’s going to be cold, but hopefully it helps.” She placed the ice pack against your back, it felt cool and stopped the itching a bit, and Alexia saw your body relax slightly. She put her hand back on your upper arm, moving her thumb up and down to help comfort you, before she spoke “There is a bowl on the seat next to you if you need it, and I think you should sleep Bebita, it would help, I’ll stay here with you the whole time,” “Th-thanks” you said before drifting off to sleep.
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You woke up and it must’ve been much later, the girls had all gone, it was dark outside and Olga was sitting on the couch in front of you, you couldn’t feel Alexia behind you anymore and so you were confused.
“Ale,” “She’ll be right back Bebita, she was just going to the bathroom, do you need anything?” Olga responded to you, you didn’t say anything but sat up and shuffled closer to Olga, who realised what you were trying to do and opened her arm out for you. You decided to move and sit in her lap, she always had her legs crossed, so it made things easier. She welcomed this action and helped you into her lap before she wrapped both her arms around you, you leant against her with your head resting on her shoulder.
“Are you feeling any better?” “I guess”
“Olga Babe, I think we should wake the Bebita up and-” Alexia was cut off as she walked into the living room seeing you awake sitting on Olga’s lap.
“Yes?” you ask her.
“Are you feeling better?” “Kind of” “I was thinking maybe we head up to bed, it's getting kind of late, do you want anything to eat Bebita? We didn’t wake you up when we had dinner as we thought you needed the rest." You just shakd your head, feeling nauseous at the thought of food.
You all head up stairs and get ready for the night, Alexia told you to sleep with them tonight so you crawled into the middle of their bed, falling asleep almost immediately, Alexia and Olga weren’t even in their PJs yet, they both sent you a sympathetic look.
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You woke up during the night and suddenly felt the need to be sick, you bolted upright, frantically looking around, with a hand over your mouth, Alexia was a very light sleeper and so she woke up from your movement, she grabbed the bucket and placed it front of you, before you started to gag, your body was shaking and your eyes were watering. You had been gagging for the past 10 minutes but nothing had come up, Alexia had continuously rubbed your back and whispered reassuring words to you. After you had finally stopped gagging, Alexia sighed before she pulled you into her chest, lying back down, you laid into her, you felt so exhausted and so sick. A few minutes later you started to gag again, so you tried to sit back up and grab the bucket but Alexia’s wouldn’t loosen her grip on you. “Bebita, it’s okay, I don't think you can be sick, your stomach is empty. But if you are sick and it does get on me and the bed it’s okay, it’s nothing we can’t wash. Let's just try and get back to sleep.”
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For Better, For Worse
summary: Pablo was having possibly the worst week of his life, first he broke up with his girlfriend to focus on his career and then he got injured during a spain game possibly needing a surgery. What do you do when you find out?
pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N
genre: angst/ fluff
warnings: mentions of injury and surgery
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When your phone started ringing at this late hour, you knew this couldn’t be good. It was 2 a.m. and your heart sunk as you read the name ‘Aurora’ on it.
“Hey.” you said concerned.
“Hi Y/N were you asleep?” she asked and her voice was pretty upset.
“No it’s okay.” you lied. “Is everything okay?”
“I know this is selfish and I’m sorry but-“ she trailed off. “It’s Pablo, he’s injured and not in good shape. I know you guys broke up but I don’t know what I can do to make this better for him he’s been crying for hours now and they say he may need a surgery as soon as possible.” she started crying which would’ve broke your heart but your mind went blank as soon as you heard Pablo’s injury. You knew spain had a game against georgia today but didn’t watch it knowing it would only upset you more.
Pablo broke up with you the week prior to focus on his career and you were in complete shock ever since, your schedules were hard to keep up with but you were willing to work on it, he wasn’t and now learning he was going to need surgery broke your heart so much.
“Are you guys at his place? I’m on my way.” you said and she thanked you over and over again.
Although you were pretty upset with him, there was no way you’d leave him in this state. You knew Pablo wouldn’t probably want to talk to anyone but you needed to be there for him at his worst. You still loved him so much. You didn’t realize you had tears falling from your eyes in the taxi, worried sick. You opened twitter and saw all the videos of him being escorted out of the pitch with pain written all over his face. It was incredibly painful to watch and you couldn’t even imagine what he’s going through.
As soon as you paid the driver you got out and practically ran to the gate of his house, calling Aurora to tell her you’re there. It was pretty late you didn’t want to bother if anyone’s sleeping though it’s highly unlikely.
She came to the door with puffy eyes and hugged you tight.
“Thank you so much for coming.”
“Of course” you said. “Where’s he?”
“He’s in his room but won’t open the door.” she answered and you ran up the stairs not even bothering taking your jacket off.
You knocked a couple of times before he replied.
“Go away I don’t want anyone.”
You knocked again but he didn’t respond this time.
“Pablo, it’s me.” you said slowly hoping this would work.
You heard wheels inside the room and he finally unlocked it allowing you to see him in a wheelchair.
Your eyes immediately watered seeing his state and it’s obvious he was also crying for hours. You kneeled down and looked up at him, he looked like a baby right now with bloodshot eyes and trembling lips. You held his hands and hugged him avoiding his legs and he held you tight, crying into your hair. He didn’t even ask you anything just enjoyed your touch and affection.
He finally wheeled himself into the room and you followed after. Pablo carefully sat on the bed while you sat on the armchair next to it. You asked him what happened and he explained everything down to the possibility of the surgery and not playing for the season. You tried your best to console him and after an hour, his tears dried and he calmed down a little.
“So, did Aurora call you?” he asked
“Yes, I hope that’s okay.” you said
“Okay? That’s the only thing that could calm me tonight. I owe her a thank you.” he chuckled and this was a first for tonight. Your heart fluttered seeing his smile and suddenly realized you were supposed to be broken up even though it doesn’t feel like it.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way” you said “Of course if you’ll let me.”
“I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot to do this to you and here you are.”
“Don’t say that”
“But I am.” he said defeated.
“You kind of are.” you said earning yourself another chuckle.
“I missed your laugh.” he confessed.
“So did I. But you need to rest now.”
“Will you stay with me?” he asked like a child and you knew there isn’t anything in the whole world you wouldn’t do for him.
“If you want me to.” you said “I can sleep on the couch.” you said.
“No.” he pouted “I need to hold you.”
“Pablo there’s no way I’m getting in a bed with you, I could hurt your leg.” you said and he thought for a moment.
“Just till I fall asleep” he bargained and you didn’t protest. You needed him as much as he needed you. You sat against the headboard as his face was on your neck, you held him with your arms, he looked so sleepy.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” he asked groggily.
“I’ll always be here, for better or worse.” you answered as his eyes closed.
Pablo fell asleep like that in your arms as you watched his face. He looked like an angel from this angle. You smiled to yourself, tried to put his head on a pillow and wiggle out of the bed without waking him up making yourself comfortable on the couch. You soon felt sleepy as your eyes closed.
After you fell asleep Aurora wanted to check in on you guys and opened the door slowly finding you both asleep, smiling to herself she left the room.
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For Tomorrow's Sake ⭑˚💫⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑟
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reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn
You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, it’s impossible to deny. Whether it’s a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps that’s why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, you’ll gladly suffer in their place. You’ll do whatever it takes.All for the sake of a better tomorrow.
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Satoru can’t believe what he’s hearing. Out of nowhere, you’ve got a Binding Vow? And not just any kind of vow, but one where your life literally hangs in the balance?
For obvious reasons, he doesn’t take the news well.
“What’s wrong with you?!” he exclaims. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! Why would you ever risk your life like that in exchange for more power? I already promised to protect you! It doesn’t make any sense!”
“But it’s worth it,” you simply reply. “I wasn’t strong to begin with. I probably would only have been able to exorcize weak curses anyway. Most people are strong enough to do that as well. This way, if someone ever happens to get hurt, I can at least do something to help. I won’t be useless anymore. I thought long and hard about this, and I realized it was the best option.”
“The best option…?” Satoru blinks in disbelief. “How could this ever be the best option? You said that if you hurt anyone, you’ll die instantly!”
“Only if I hurt them with my cursed energy.” You square your hands upon your hips and proudly puff out your chest. “Binding Vows have loopholes that you can exploit. You just have to be careful with the phrasing. I’m not allowed to hurt anyone with my own cursed energy, but I never said I couldn’t hurt people with cursed tools, for example. And even talismans. I plan on training so that I can use weapons properly. See? Isn’t it the perfect plan?”
He supposes that’s true. You did specify that you would only die if your own cursed energy happened to harm someone else. Technically speaking, there’s no rule that you can’t fight through other means.
Even so, he’s terrified. Because this could easily go very, very wrong.
“In your Binding Vow, you said that if you were ever to hurt someone else with your cursed energy, you would die, instantly,” Satoru weakly grits out.
“That’s right,” you nod.
“And you say you don’t plan on using your cursed energy at all, but you plan to fight with weapons instead. The only time you’ll use cursed energy is to convert it into positive energy meant for healing. Which obviously doesn’t inflict harm on anyone, so you’re safe.”
“Yep!”
Satoru’s expression darkens.
“So, then… what’s considered harming someone? What kind of injury do you need to inflict on someone in order for you to have broken your vow? Does it have to be intentional? What if you’re just trying to defend against an attack, by strengthening your body with cursed energy, and the moment an enemy makes contact with you, you die? Inflicting ‘harm’ on someone might just be using some kind of cursed technique against an enemy, if you ever develop one of your own. Or even just restricting their movements with cursed energy. Anything can be considered harm. The target doesn’t necessarily need to be bleeding or injured. If your Binding Vow is as serious as I think it is… if you let your guard down for a single moment during a fight, your life could end. In the blink of an eye.”
This vow you made is absolutely insane. He could very well be overthinking things, but regardless of how slim the odds are, if you slip up, even for a fraction of a second, there’s a good chance you’ll die.
The thought of losing you makes him sick to his stomach.
“I get what you’re saying, and I agree,” you nod. “I don’t know what exactly could be considered ‘harm’, according to my vow, which is why I’ve decided I’m better off not using cursed energy at all. Or, the bare minimum, at least. I’ll only use it to defend the most important parts of my body, like my heart or brain. Otherwise, I won’t risk it. I’ll take whatever damage is dealt and just heal myself back to normal afterwards. I’m going to train to suppress my cursed energy as much as possible, and only use it for healing.”
Satoru buries his face in the palms of his hands. “Ugh. I don’t feel so good. Seriously, what’s wrong with you, [Name]? You’re insane. I just… I don’t understand why you would do this. I’m the strongest. I’m always going to be by your side. So, why?”
“Because I want to protect everyone. Including you.”
Satoru flinches a bit, and he slowly pries his hands off his face, freeing up his eyes so that he can look at you again. As always, you’re smiling. Despite the horrifying vow you’ve just made, somehow, you’re smiling brighter than ever.
“I’m the last person that would need to be protected,” Satoru frowns. “You should already know that. I’ll be the one to protect you, not the other way around.”
“I know. It’s incredibly unlikely that you’ll ever need my help. But on the off-chance that it ever happens… at least I’ll be ready.”
It doesn’t make any sense. Satoru adores you, but he’ll never understand what goes on in that head of yours. There’s no reason for you to go to such lengths. There’s no reason for you to risk your wellbeing for anyone else. The knowledge that you’re going to be perpetually in danger from now on fills him with dread, but ultimately, it doesn’t change what he set out to do.
He will protect you, no matter what.
And even though he obviously doesn’t know it yet, you will do the same for him.
“You may be smart when it comes to school, but I guess I was right all along about you being dumb,” Satoru huffs childishly. “Only super dumb dumbos would make a dumb vow like that. [Name], you doofus. Now I’m going to have to clean up your mess.”
“I didn’t make a mess. Oh—unless you’re referring to how I accidentally stained my kimono with blood. Do you think the clan members will get mad at me?”
Satoru lets out a heavy sigh as he shakes his head. Sure enough, you’re dumb. But it’s okay. It doesn’t change how he feels.
He will cherish you for the rest of his life.
“A Binding Vow?”
“Supposedly. It sounds hard to believe, but she’s awakened the ability to convert cursed energy into positive energy.”
“What kind of vow would permit such a thing?”
“Well, if I’m to believe what I’ve heard, she apparently staked her life on it. She will die the moment she uses her cursed energy in order to inflict harm onto someone else. Master Satoru has been in a terrible mood ever since he found out.”
Yet again, you’ve become the talk around town. Or rather, the talk around the estate, you suppose. The details don’t really matter. Point is, you find yourself as the center of attention once more, but it seems as though things are finally changing for the better.
When everyone discovered how smart you are, they started thinking a bit more highly of you. Still, even then, you were still held mostly in contempt, because you’re a weakling. You’re permitted to stay by Satoru’s side, but only because he demands it. If not for his orders, they would have kicked you out ages ago. Actually, they would never have let you come live here in the first place.
However, now, your value has just increased exponentially. Being academically gifted doesn’t mean much for a jujutsu sorcerer. It’s certainly better than being an idiot, but ultimately, it doesn’t make you any less weak.
You may still be weak in a lot of different ways, but for the first time in your life, you have a rare, valuable ability, coveted by all.
Reverse cursed technique.
Not many are capable of such a feat. Even among the current Gojo Clan members, there’s nobody that can heal injuries. Healers aren’t commonplace in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, and their rarity makes them that much more valuable. If everyone had the ability to heal, exorcizing powerful cursed spirits would be significantly easier. It would also increase the survival rate of jujutsu sorcerers as a whole.
Up until now, everyone apart from Satoru has treated you like dirt. Everyone has scorned you, tossed you aside, or ridiculed you for your weakness. But it seems as though finally, the tables are turning.
Finally, you have some actual worth.
People look at you differently now. You’re no longer an afterthought, or a throwaway. Of course, you’ll never be able to compare to Gojo Satoru, but still. You have a purpose now, and everyone is forced to acknowledge it.
“I’m not sure how you came up with such a Binding Vow, or how it even worked, but at least you’ll be able to make yourself useful now,” one of the clan members remarks.
Satoru wraps his arms around you as he glares up at them. “[Name] was just fine before. She didn’t have to do any of this. She doesn’t need to be useful. She’s my friend. That’s already more than enough.”
“Yes, of course,” they reply insincerely. “What I meant is that it’s good for her. She always said she wanted to help people. Using reverse cursed technique is one of the surest ways to do that. She wouldn’t have had much fighting prowess in the first place, so this is a fitting alternative. Isn’t that right, [Name]? You want to prove yourself as a jujutsu sorcerer too, don’t you?”
Their tone is still somewhat condescending, but you don’t really care. It’s a step up, in any case. Besides, you’ll show them. You’ll prove them all wrong.
When all those tragedies are set to occur… you will be the one to change fate.
“I want to get stronger,” you nod. “I’ve already decided what I want to do. I need to train with cursed tools, so that I can at least hold my own against curses. If I’m too weak, I’ll just die instantly—even without the conditions of my Binding Vow. And then I won’t be able to save anyone. So, I need to at least be strong enough to keep myself alive. It’s the bare minimum.”
“We can help train you, but you will be relying exclusively on cursed tools, without the use of your own cursed energy. We are all sorcerers, first and foremost. Nobody here depends wholeheartedly on cursed tools. It’d be an embarrassment.”
They’re basically saying that there’s no one here who would be as strong with weapons as, say, Maki, because she can only use cursed tools. She has no cursed energy of her own to draw from. The Gojo Clan has many elite sorcerers, who’ve mostly devoted themselves to raising and training Satoru, but none of them are weapon specialists. You suppose it’s a pride thing. Relying on cursed tools is mostly for novices who still haven’t learned to control their own cursed energy.
Well, whatever. You’ll just have to make do with what you have.
“I need to get used to cursed tools, and I also need to learn to suppress my cursed energy,” you say.
The clan member arches a brow. “Why? Your cursed energy is scarce enough as it is.”
“Um, so that I don’t die. Just to be extra safe. The conditions of my vow are that I’m not allowed to hurt anyone with my cursed energy, and I’m not sure exactly what falls into that category. I think it’d be better to avoid releasing cursed energy. As much as possible.”
“Hm. Sorcerers don’t leak as much cursed energy as non-sorcerers do. You’re worried that by some chance, you’ll accidentally hurt someone, as weak as you are? I don’t think it’s likely. Not to mention that you seem terrible at controlling your cursed energy in the first place, but… fine. You may as well try. If your goal is simply to suppress your cursed energy, rather than manipulate it and use a technique, it should be feasible. Even for you.”
“Train her properly,” Satoru insists, squeezing you close. “I don’t care how unlikely it is that she’ll hurt someone by mistake. It could even be a 0.0001 percent chance. You have to train her to make sure it doesn’t happen. If you don’t do a good job… I swear you’ll regret it.”
He’s not even seven years old yet, but something about the way his pale blue eyes widen, coupled with the darkness that flickers through them, is enough to make the clan member unintentionally step back.
“O-Of course,” they hastily nod. “I’ll train her thoroughly. Everyone will offer up their help. She can learn from whoever she thinks is best, whenever she wants.”
Satoru smiles, seemingly pleased. You never thought that elite sorcerers would bother investing their time in you, of all people, but life is funny that way.
Your training begins. Not so much with cursed tools, because none of the clan members are especially proficient with them, but every day, you make strides towards learning how to suppress your cursed energy. Suppression is a form of control, and since you have minimal talent, it goes without saying that it isn’t easy for you.
Even so, you make an effort. You decided a long time ago that you will never, ever give up.
All for the sake of a better tomorrow.
“How’s it going?” Satoru asks, plopping down next to you. You’ve just finished your training for the day, and so has he.
“I think… a bit better,” you mumble hesitantly. “I’m not very good at controlling my cursed energy, but suppressing it seems to be working more than when I was trying to use it myself to crush cans and stuff. It’s going to take time, though. Until I actually get the hang of it. But I already knew it would be a long process, so it’s okay.”
“Hm. I see. Well, don’t give up. This is about making sure you stay safe, after all.” Satoru shifts closer, then glances down at the plate beside you. “Oh, you’re eating dango? Awesome. Who’d you get to make this for you?”
He reaches over to pick up one of the dango skewers, and without thinking twice, he happily pops it into his mouth.
Only to spit it out while screaming bloody murder.
“Ew!” Satoru exclaims. He splutters onto the ground, frantically wiping at his tongue. There are small tears forming in his eyes. “This is so… what even… what the hell is this?”
“Dango covered in oyster sauce and tabasco,” you calmly reply, and you even pick up a skewer of your own and munch on it with a bright expression. “Pretty good, right? I made it myself.”
“Something’s seriously wrong with you,” Satoru groans. He clamps a hand over his mouth, face turning green. “Ugh. I’m gonna throw up…”
“Satoru, I’m starting to think that you might be a picky eater.”
“I’m not! You just eat all kinds of disgusting things!”
You shrug, clearly unconvinced. You may very well have some misshapen taste buds or something. Not that you really care.
“...oh. Is that bird okay?”
You set your dango down and point off into the distance. There’s a bird lying on the ground, and you didn’t notice it at first, but it’s not walking around or even moving much. One of its wings occasionally twitches as it lies on its side.
“I think it’s hurt,” Satoru replies. “Maybe it crashed into something while it was flying and fell down.”
That’s all you need to hear. You rush over towards the bird in a hurry, with Satoru following closely behind you. It is hurt, the poor thing. It must be feeling incredibly overwhelmed and afraid.
“It’s going to be alright,” you mumble, gently cradling the bird in your hands. It starts twitching even more, clearly distressed by what it perceives to be a sudden threat, but soon, its discomfort fades away.
You furrow your brows, focusing hard, as you heal the bird’s wing back to normal. The bird doesn’t react at first. It looks surprised, somewhat. Surprised by the fact that the pain disappeared.
It finally realizes that everything’s okay, and without wasting another second, it takes off, flying high into the skies above.
“I did it,” you say, slightly breathless. Not because of exhaustion, but sheer awe. “I… finally helped. I know it's not a person, but it’s still a living being. I can really help people. I can take away their pain.”
“Not even I know how to use reverse cursed technique,” Satoru nods. He leans closer to you and rests his head against your shoulder. “To be honest, I’m still upset about your Binding Vow. It’s risky, and it scares me. I wish you’d never made it in the first place. But… I guess this suits you. Healing others. It’s kind, like you. It just makes sense.”
You’re not quite sure how to respond, so you just lean your head against his own, unable to contain your smile.
“Satoru, look! Watch me catch all these snowflakes in my mouth.”
You tilt your head backwards, up towards the sky, as you proceed to stick out your tongue in a rather unflattering fashion. Even though you can’t see yourself right now, you figure that you probably look pretty ridiculous, but you don’t care. To be honest, it’s nice being a kid again. It’s nice acting all innocent and carefree—for as long as you can.
Satoru frowns. “What’s the point of doing that?”
“I’unno. Ish jus fun.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth hanging open like that. You’re making a really funny face. If anyone else was here, I bet they’d be laughing at you.”
You close your mouth, relishing the feeling of more cold snowflakes melting against your tongue. “If it’s funny, you can laugh. I don’t mind.”
“I’m not going to laugh because I don’t want you to feel embarrassed.”
“Really? But you make fun of me all the time.”
“True. I guess I’m making an effort to hold back right now.” Satoru pauses for a few moments, only for a crooked grin to spread out across his lips. “Anyways, since I didn’t laugh at you, that means you’re not allowed to laugh at me, either.”
Just like you did earlier, he angles his head towards the sky and opens his mouth, allowing countless snowflakes to fall onto his tongue. You watch, with a bright smile, as he bristles at the novel sensation, and within seconds, he’s laughing uncontrollably.
“Whoa! This feels weird,” he laughs, and even though it’s not the first time you’ve heard the sound of his laughter, it makes you happier than you can put into words.
“Satoru, you told me not to laugh, but you’re the one who can’t seem to stop,” you muse.
“I just didn’t know what to expect. Look! I’m watching way more snowflakes than you did. It figures I’d be better, though. I’m always the best.”
He wipes a hand across his mouth and grins proudly. He sure likes to brag. Well, not that you didn’t already know that, but still.
“You’re not always the best,” you feel compelled to point out. “I’m still smarter than you. Well, when it comes to academic stuff, at least. You still like to call me dumb, for whatever reason.”
“Because you have no common sense.”
“Yes, I do.”
“What kind of person in their right mind dips grilled squid into peanut butter?”
“Someone ahead of their time, obviously. It’s called being avant-garde, Satoru. But I bet you’ve never even heard of that term before. That’s why I’m the smarter one.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”
Satoru laughs again as he pulls you into his arms and hugs you with all the might his little body has to offer. Without the use of cursed energy, of course. Otherwise he would’ve flattened you in no time.
It’s a nice, snowy day. You’ve always liked winter. It can get cold and uncomfortable, to be fair, but you just like the aesthetic of it. It’s so pretty seeing everything covered in snow, a shade of white so pale that it’s practically translucent. You like the way rays of sun dance across its surface, and sometimes, you swear it sparkles.
As far as you’re concerned, today is a normal day. Well, as normal as any day possibly can be, when you’re living with Gojo Satoru. These kinds of silly, mundane moments have become commonplace. You don’t even question any of it anymore. On paper, it sounds absurd that you’re catching snowflakes on your tongue next to the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and yet, this is reality.
“Come on,” Satoru says. He finally breaks away from the hug, but only to offer you his small, seemingly fragile hand.
Naturally, you accept it without a second thought.
You walk with him, hand-in-hand, on the way back to the Gojo estate. However, what you fail to realize is that today isn’t a normal day. Something is set to occur, and with it, your life is about to get even more interesting.
All of a sudden, Satoru is turning his head to look backwards. You don’t realize what caught his attention. Maybe a stray cat, or something? That’d be surprising. It’s pretty cold, so most animals are definitely in hiding right now.
What you find, however, is most certainly not a stray cat.
Fushiguro Toji is standing behind you.
He looks surprised that you and Satoru have even taken note of him. Of course he is. After all, according to him, this was the only instance in his life when someone took note of him, without him purposefully revealing his presence. So, today must be the day he stopped by to get a look at Satoru for himself. And you’re here to witness it in the flesh.
“That guy’s clearly spying on us,” Satoru says, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know who he is, but I hope he’s not stupid enough to try anything.”
You don’t respond. Actually, at this point in time, Toji must still be part of the Zen’in Clan. He hasn’t taken his wife’s last name yet. Not that it really matters. His sudden appearance has sparked something inside of you, and all of a sudden, ideas fill your mind.
Toji. A force to be reckoned with, despite not possessing a single drop of cursed energy. He’s unbelievably powerful. The only reason he died in canon is because he went up against none other than Gojo Satoru, and even then, it was awfully close. If he’d lived, there would be no shortage of powerful foes he could defeat.
Due to his resentment for the world of jujutsu, he will eventually leave the Zen’in Clan and become an assassin. The so-called Sorcerer Killer.
And one day, he will become the reason for two characters’ demise. Amanai Riko and Geto Suguru, respectively.
Toji is Riko’s killer. Not only will he assassinate her, but in doing so, he will set Suguru on a path of resentment. Suguru’s hatred for non-sorcerers was triggered by Riko’s death, and further perpetuated by other tragedies, such as the death of Haibara Yu.
But what if none of that were to happen?
What if… there’s a way to stop Toji from becoming a murderer?
“[Name]?” Satoru blinks, but before he can even process what’s happening, you’ve already let go of his hand and started running towards Toji. “Hey, wait! Stop it! What are you doing?”
It may very well be hopeless. You know that. You intend to save as many people as possible, but you also shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew. Toji isn’t the type of person who would readily change. Not only that, but he’s dangerous. He could probably flick you with his finger and you’d split in half.
Nevertheless, you’re going to give it a shot.
“I said, stop!” Satoru cries out. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back, but you’ve already gotten quite close to Toji, who’s staring down at you with a look of mild bewilderment.
Satoru looks ready to pick a fight, going so far as to bare his teeth as he meets Toji’s dark, piercing gaze. He keeps his arms wrapped around you, protectively, ready to strike at any given moment. It’s a good thing he’s here, because it makes you feel a lot safer. Especially with what you’re about to do.
“Mister,” you begin, peering up at Toji with big, innocent eyes. “You don’t have any cursed energy. Not even a little. But… you seem strong. Really strong.”
Toji blinks. He’s not the kind of person who’s easily caught off guard, and yet, he has to admit that he wasn’t expecting something like this.
It’s faint, but you notice a smile pulling at his lips.
“Really?” he muses. “You’re right. I don’t have any cursed energy. So, why do you think I’m strong? I’ve only ever been told the exact opposite, all my life.”
“Um, I don’t know. I don’t really know how to explain it, to be honest. I just feel like… I can tell. I can tell you’re super-duper strong.”
“[Name], stop it,” Satoru urges. He keeps tugging on you, and he refuses to take his eyes off Toji, even for a moment. “Let’s just go. I don’t know what this old fart’s deal is, but he needs to mind his own business.”
You’re about to make a gamble, and the odds are most certainly not in your favor.
Still, you’ve already decided that no matter the situation, no matter how seemingly insurmountable the obstacles are, you have to at least try.
And so, you shall.
“You look strong,” you repeat, facing Toji with a bright, determined gaze. “I’m not strong. I’ve been weak all my life. So, I want to change that. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
It probably won’t make much of a difference, but even so, you smile.
“...will you help me become strong, like you?”
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Please… I beg for insecure Buggy x insecure reader where they both don’t think the other likes them because of their appearances or what they hate about themselves. Maybe they get some help from the Straw Hat crew, Alvida, or Mihawk and Crocodile. Just make it as fluffy as possible 💕
WE ALL LOVE THE CLOWN MAN! AND WITH THAT LOOK??? HOW COULD WE NOT!
So much fluff. Like so much.
Word Count: 1,245
It was no surprise to anyone on Buggy’s crew that the captain was head over heels for you. Just as it was no surprise you liked him all the same. Funny thing is…neither of you seemed to notice the other’s feelings. No matter how obvious it may be.
So there Buggy sat, “relaxing” at the next island stop on his way further into the grand line. Alvida sat next to him as he banged his forehead against the table. Not his nose though. He would never. He just needed to get his feelings out, accepting you would never be his because of his own insecurities.
Alvida sipped on her mixed drink and groaned. “Buggy. Stop. This is pointless.” If he were a regular person she wouldn’t care, but he was her friend. One of her only friends. Even though she did know he wouldn’t be able to seriously injure himself, meaning she didn’t make any attempt to actually stop him. “Is this about y/n?”
Buggy lifted his eyes and glared at her, and said in a mocking tone, “‘Is this about-OF COURSE IT IS!” He groaned back at her, and looked at her with his chin on the edge of the table. “Sorry…I’m just losing my head.” He then removed it and wiggled his eyebrows at her, hoping she’d laugh at his joke. He would always go for the laugh. Even if he didn’t really feel it.
She didn’t laugh. In response he dropped his silly face and went back to pouting, placing his head back on his body. He crossed his arms and leaned so far back in his chair it tipped over, causing him to fall in a funny way. She still didn’t laugh. Seriously, he made her laugh all the time. Why won’t she laugh now?
“Buggy. Sit back up you damn dork.” She had a smirk, but that was the closest to a laugh he could get from her. At this moment at least. “You’re making even more of a fool of yourself.” She shoved his drink back towards him, which he’d barely touched. “They’re so into you, and you don’t even know it. Like a damn idiot.”
He glared at her, and talked in the very serious voice people didn’t often hear from him, “They don’t like me. They could NEVER love me!” It ended up making him sad all over again, so he downed the drink. It didn’t take long for the drink to be done, and he sighed, putting the empty glass down and flagging the waitress for another one. “I’m a fool, I have a big nose, and they have EVERYTHING going for them!”
Alvida raised an eyebrow and said, “Go on.” Secretly making eye contact with you over Buggy’s shoulder. You had just gotten there, and was about to talk to the two of them, but Alvida subtly shook her head and directed her attention back to Buggy, who was now monologuing.
“They’re so kind, smart, funny. Why would they ever be interested in me? I’m pathetic! I can be mean. Sometimes. Especially to marines or non-pirates. But they’re always there to keep me calm, and not go too far.” He sighed and leaned his head back in his chair with his eyes closed. “Again. They could NEVER love me.” He then opened his eyes to see you standing behind him, with a face redder than his nose.
“Buggy…that’s not true. I love you. So much…” You looked away from him, and heard him scurry to stand in front of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, it’s so embarrassing! It would have been too much if you saw his face, showing it was some kind of sick joke. You covered your face with your hands.
“Hey…hey look at me.” He said in a quiet voice, not even caring about the spectacle he was making. Now that was a first. “Hey…look at me…please?” He sounded pained, but also reassuring. It was enough for you to remove your hands from covering your face. “There you are…do you…do you mean it?”
His face practically blended in with the color of his nose at this point, and had you not been so flustered over the situation it would have made you giggle. You’d never seen him blush this much. It was…endearing. “I…I do. I do mean it. I love you, Buggy.” You tried to smile but it was wavering, hoping he wasn’t going to completely reject you. You didn’t know if that heart of yours could take it.
His grin was wide, and his eyes watering. “REALLY? ME? WHY ME?” he pulled you close and lifted you off the ground momentarily. You squealed, but it turned into giggles when he set you back down and looked at you with what could only be described as “puppy eyes.” How could someone be so cool and so cute at the same time?
“It’s always been you. For all three years of being on your crew.” His eyes widened when you mentioned it had been him you loved this whole time. “I…was convinced you didn’t like me. Because of how I look, or my personality. Anything…and I knew you deserved better so I didn’t say anything…” You looked away from him another time, but returned the gaze when he brought a finger to your chin to make you do so.
His eyes were so…adoring. “Baby…I’ve liked you this whole time too. You look fantastic, and I LOVE your personality. Don’t you ever say anything bad about yourself like that again.” His look turned serious, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face for long.
“B-baby?” It was shocking but not unwelcome. But his expression turned shocked as well, not even realizing he said it out loud. Once again his face was red, and you put your hands on his cheeks as a comforting gesture. He melted into the touch, and closed his eyes.
After a moment, he went through several emotions. Cocky first, with a “Well we’re dating now, afterall.” To flustered when you giggled, “B-Because I say so.” To shy. “I mean…if that was…okay. Like if you wanted to. If you were comfortable and wanted to date me. I mean-”
You stopped him by leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to his nose. “Of course I want to. I’ve wanted to for years. But you’re worth the wait.” And leaned back to see him. He looked at you with a flustered expression, before he spun around to see that Alvida wasn’t there anymore.
He huffed, “Good. It’s a moment between us two anyways.” Though he was just happy it all worked out. Buggy wouldn’t know what to do if Alvida started teasing him at that exact moment. So instead he held your hands, and looked at them. “Can’t believe I can finally hold your hands like this…”
However back on the ship, there was a raging party you’d have to walk into. Every day was really a party on Buggy’s crew, but now? Alvida and her crew were there too. Also not unusual. But Alvida stood at the helm, and screamed “THEY FINALLY DID IT!” And a chorus of cheers boomed through the ships. No one needed any details, they knew exactly what she meant. They’d been expecting this for years, knowing damn well both of you had those strong feelings for each other.
And what a party it was, as you would soon find out.
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Emotional Motion Sickness
Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Ellie Williams x Miller!reader
Summary - Joel relives the worst night of his life when you are critically injured.
Warnings - Violence, blood, injuries, angst, sad Joel
Word Count - 2.5k words
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Hello! I wanted to tell you that I love your writing❣️ and by the way, I wanted to ask you for a petition for Joel miller x daughter! reader. Where his daughter is almost on her deathbed and has Deja vu with what happened with Sarah.
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You'd basically begged your dad to let you come with you, despite being 23 years old, Joel still very much babied you. You sometimes wondered if he still thought of you as the same person that you had been at the start of the apocalypse, an innocent child entirely dependent on her father - He made you think that he couldn't come to terms that you had grown up in this world, having had your entire childhood robbed from you. But if you were being totally honest, you didn't really know anything other than this world, and that's why you thought you bonded with Ellie so well, thinking of her as your younger sister - A bittersweet thought for Joel, since you were a younger sister, even though you had no older sister anymore and were now older than her, it was funny, you were now older than your older sister. He liked to think you and Sarah would share the same bond at that age that you and Ellie do now, even as adults.
You looked over to the bed Ellie lay in as you heard her giggle to herself - That stupid joke book, you thought to yourself, but hey, it was the little things in this world. She looked over at you.
"Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?" She asked you. You turned over on your other side to look at Ellie and nodded, knowing that you didn't really have a choice in the matter. "Okay, Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?" She started.
"I don't know, why did the scarecrow get a promotion?" You amused her. Ellie giggled to herself before continuing on with her joke.
"Because he was outstanding in his field," You shook your head as Ellie continued giggling. There was something oddly comforting in her jokes, they reminded you of the ones your dad used to tell you when you were little when he was trying to get a smile out of you when you were grumpy. "Your dad doesn't find my jokes funny." Ellie whined. You laughed and shook your head, laying on your back.
"To be fair, your jokes are pretty bad," You broke the devastating news to her, hearing Ellie gasp, and you smiled in amusement.
"I, am gonna go to sleep now and pretend that you didn't say that," Ellie told you. "Goodnight, traitor." She said, trying to sound as offended as she possibly could.
"Goodnight, Ellie," You told her. You tried to go to sleep but felt a settling unease in your stomach that you couldn't explain. You knew you could never shake off your gut feeling, which was why you couldn't sleep. You couldn't seem to switch off, your brain running at a mile a minute, unable to shake off the unease settling in your stomach. The day had gone too well, considering your dad's reunion with your uncle Tommy had gone to plan, there hadn't been some catastrophic fuck up at all during the day, somehow unsettling you. Then came a thud from the front door. Quietly, you crept down the hallway towards the door, your body and breath shaking with each step you took. Another thud. This time, you didn't know if it was coming from the door or your heart thumping in your chest.
Thud.
Crash.
Before you had any time to think, a runner came launching through where the door once stood on its hinges, then sprinting towards you. You screamed out for your dad before being body slammed to the ground by the runner, trying your best to fend it off and protect yourself from being bitten.
"Dad!" You screamed out, fear evidently clear in your voice. Joel woke up at your screaming, immediately reaching for his gun as he ran out of bed and to the room that you and Ellie were sharing, where the aforementioned girl lay sound asleep. Running down the stairs, Joel found you fighting for your life. Without hesitation, Joel fired two shots into the back of the runner’s head. You quickly shoved the body off of you and scrambled to your feet, running to your dad and wrapping your arms around him. Joel let out a sigh of relief as he held you.
"It's okay, look at me, Y/N," Joel demanded softly. You met your father’s worried eyes with your tear-clouded ones. "Did it bite you?" He asked you, in a serious, yet comforting tone. You shook your head in response, rubbing your eyes of tears. It went quiet for a minute, only for it to be replaced by that terrifying clicking sound. More gunshots went off. Bang. Bang. It didn't matter how many times you experienced a hoard of infected, the fallout never ceased to terrify you. Joel knew that, feeling that your breathing had become quick and shallow. "Okay, go and get Ellie, we need to get out of here, okay?" Joel had both hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes. This was when he remembered that you deep down, were still a scared little girl.
"Okay," You said quietly, your voice trembling as you looked out of the front door, more gunshots ringing off in the distance. You went back upstairs to wake Ellie up, giving her a gentle shake at first. "Ellie come on, we need to go," You told her. She groaned in response, turning to her other side. "Ellie, I'm being serious. There are runners everywhere." Suddenly, the girl found the energy to get out of bed, quickly jumping into her shoes and slinging her red zipper on. You both ran down the stairs and out of the house, into the open air where herds of the infected runners overtook the commune. You looked around frantically for your dad or uncle Tommy, sighing in defeat when you found neither, deciding to quickly grab Ellie's hand and make a run for one of the trucks you could both take refuge in until it blew over. However, on yours and Ellie's beeline to the row of trucks, you heard one last gunshot ring out.
You stopped dead in your tracks. Everything had gone silent, but then it all came back, the blood rushing to your ears, Ellie yelling out for your dad, your dad calling out your name. You didn't know why, had something happened? Was there something behind you? And then you realized, the blissful unawareness of the gaping hole in your stomach dissipated, and was now replaced with excruciating pain.
"Joel!" Ellie cried out, her eyes filling with tears as she watched you collapse onto your back, hyperventilating as you clutched at your bloodied stomach. "Hurry!" She cried panickily, kneeling beside you. Joel came running over, skidding onto his knees beside you.
No, no, no! Sh-sh-sh-sh, okay, you're okay. Y-You're okay, move your hand, baby. Move your hand.
Memories of your sister’s death came flooding back to him, only it was you in the exact same position, 20 years later.
"Y/N, hey, come on, it's okay, look at me," Joel said loudly over your hyperventilating. "I need to pick you up baby, you're gonna be okay," He promised you, putting his arms under you, wincing as you cried out in pain.
I know, baby, I know, I know, I know, I know! I know it hurts. All right. Don't look down, look up, look up. Come on, baby. You're okay, you're okay…
You continued crying in pain as Joel ran back to the house, carrying you in his now blood-soaked shirt. You'd gone pale, shaking as you grasped at your dad's shirt. Tommy followed in suit as you were taken back to the house that the three of you had been allowed to stay in for the night before continuing your trail to finding the fireflies. Tommy swiped everything off of the table so Joel could lay you down on it. The commune's doctor came in with a first aid kit, rushing over to you.
"I need everyone out," She said, looking at your dad, Tommy, and Ellie. Joel wanted to scream at her. No. He wouldn't leave you alone. "Now, please, or she's going to die." The three had never left a room so quickly, but for Joel, everything was going in slow motion.
"I know, I know, I know, I know, baby. I know, I know! I know this hurts. You're gonna be okay. All right… Baby, baby, baby, listen to me—I gotta get you up, okay? I gotta get you up. All right? You c'mon. You c'mon."
You grabbed his arm the same way that she did - as if it were the only thing keeping you alive at that very moment. Joel sat down on the stairs, dropping his head into his hands, leaving Tommy and Ellie clueless about what to do. Tommy knew what Joel was thinking, he still remembered the night of the outbreak, remembered holding you, only 2 years old at the time - 4 days shy of your 3rd birthday - as your sister slowly died in your father’s arms.
She continually gasped, both for air and in pain as Joel tried to pick her up.
"I know, baby! No, no. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know! Tommy, help me!"
Tommy watched on helplessly, holding an increasingly distressed you. Although you weren't quite old enough to comprehend what was going on, you knew it wasn't good - You could hear your sister crying and gasping, but Tommy held you chest to chest, you didn't need to see what was going on.
"Joel," Tommy said tearfully, looking over at his oldest brother and oldest niece, who now lay limp in her father’s arms. Joel looked back to his oldest daughter.
"C'mon, baby girl. C'mon, baby girl, I gotta get you up. C'mon! C'mon, we'll get up! C'mon, baby girl, wake up! C'mon… come—please," Joel gave up begging, collapsing to his knees in tears. Tommy put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, and it was then that Joel realized how distressed you were. "Give her here," Joel sniffled, rubbing his eyes and nose as he held his arms out for you. He held you close as you continued sobbing.
"Daddy," You cried, clinging to your father as though he was your lifeline. He put his hand on your back, trying not to let the tears in his eyes spill over as he rubbed your back.
"It's okay baby girl, daddy's here, I've got you," He assured you, sensing your fear. "It's all gonna be okay baby girl, I promise." Joel didn't know who he was assuring, him or yourself.
The tension was thick was the commune nurse came out of the dining room, coated in a layer of your blood. She made eye contact with Joel, remorse written on her face.
Oh, no.
You had ended up staying longer in Wyoming than the three of you had hoped for, but there was no way it could have been prevented, given that you had been put on ordered bedrest for at least 3 days, but Joel had made you do 4 - Just in case, he had said. Ellie had been more clingy with you than usual, which had reminded you that despite how hardened she liked to act, that she was still only a child who had been unfortunate enough to be born into this world.
You knew the night had been traumatic for your dad, resurfacing painful memories of Sarah's death, you didn't know if your dad would have recovered if he would have lost you in the same way he had lost her. Joel sighed as he watched you limp into the kitchen, holding your stomach as you did.
"Good morning," You said quietly, hobbling over to the chair so you could sit down. Joel shook his head at you and handed you a glass of water, and your last antibiotic. "Thanks." You popped the pill into your mouth and took a swig of water, then swallowing both.
"You're supposed to be in bed," He gently scolded you. "Another day resting won't kill you." He said. You sighed and shook your head, you knew why he was being like this, he just didn't want to lose you, he had already lost so much to this apocalypse.
"Dad, I'm fine, honestly," You assured him, looking up at him as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Just still a bit sore." You said, rubbing your stomach as you moved. You had to be careful of how you moved, just in case you tore your stitches.
"Please go back to bed, baby," Joel pleaded with you. You knew he wouldn't relent in trying to get you back onto bed rest, you sighed in defeat and nodded. "Thank you, do you need me to carry you up the stairs?" He asked you. You blushed in embarrassment as you nodded - what 23-year-old still needed her dad to carry her to bed? Well, obviously you did since your large intestine had a slight tear in it. You whimpered slightly as he picked you up, and you saw the guilt immediately flood onto your dad’s face.
"'M fine," You mumbled, holding onto him as he carried you up to his bed. You didn't question it, but accepted it for you were in need of some comfort, and if sleeping in your dad’s bed gave you it, then so be it. You saw an amused smile on his face as you looked up at him, quirking a brow in confusion. “What?” "What's' Forrest Gump's password?" He asked you, a small smile on his face.
"Huh?" You asked, confused at who this Forrest Gump character was.
"1Forrest1," He finished. Then you realized - Ellie's jokebook, and how he used to tell you dad jokes when you were sad to try and cheer you up. You giggled at the joke as you looked at your dad. "You have no clue who that is, do you?" Joel asked you, laughing as you did.
"Not one at all, old man."
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Blindspots - Major DAV spoilers.
A03 Link! Female Rook, General (Lucanis/Rook if you really squint.)
AU where every single person in the Veilguard knows that Rook thinks Varric is alive (for some reason), but are unable to change her mind or figure out what's afflicting her.
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Here’s the thing. They all do try to tell Rook that Varric is dead.
Neve’s the first one to bring it up. Of course, the detective of the team realizes something strange is going on almost immediately. Between Rook never mentioning Varric’s death, and the way that she repeatedly returns to the infirmary to talk to herself, it doesn’t take long for Neve to put the pieces together.
“She thinks he’s still alive, Lace,” Neve whispers to Harding, voice insistent. They’re at the centre of the rotunda in the Lighthouse, sitting at the meeting table. While it’s not an official meeting without Rook present to lead it, it feels as good of a debrief spot as any. “She thinks that she’s talking to him. That’s why she keeps going back to the infirmary.”
“No- no way. That’s ridiculous,” Harding frowns, and Neve can tell that even the mention of Varric’s name is still painful for her. It hasn’t been that long since he passed. “She’s talking to him, sure, but she knows that he’s- that’s just how she’s coping with it.”
Neve shakes her head, grimacing. That’s what she’d thought at first too, but it had just kept nagging at her- that something wasn’t right about the whole situation. Now, she’s sure. “She doesn’t know. Remember how Rook spoke about him after? Telling us that he ‘knew the risks’? I think that she thinks he was just injured in the fight, not killed. Think about it. She’s not nearly as angry with Solas as she should be, either.”
Harding gapes at her, completely at a loss for words. Neve can see the wheels turning in her head, see her going back over all of their interactions over the past few days. And at that moment, Rook enters the room.
“Hey guys, what’re we talking about?” She asks, cheery. Neve looks at Harding, and Harding looks at Neve, and Neve clears her throat.
“We’re talking about Kirkwall,” She says, stealing her voice, “Someone will need to act as Viscount now that Varric is dead.”
Rook frowns, her brow pinching as she seems confused by the words. It takes her a long time to respond, and when she does, her eyes don’t seem to focus on either of them.
“He’s- yeah, someone else will need to fill in for a while,” she responds, her voice wavering, and her gaze not meeting either of the women in front of her. Neve shoots an alarmed look at Harding, who’s staring at Rook with an expression of mild horror.
“Forever, Rook. Someone’s going to need to fill in forever, because Solas killed Varric.” Harding looks like she might just be on the verge of tears again, but Neve isn’t letting up. They need to get this cleared up as soon as possible. So far, Rook’s shown herself to be a pragmatic and steadfast leader, but it’s cause for concern if the woman spearheading the attempt to save the world is talking to ghosts.
“He- he-” Rook is struggling, and she leans against the doorframe, appearing wobbly. She presses a hand to her forehead, which is damp with sweat now, “Oh, oh I- what were we talking... sorry, I really don’t feel good, all of a sudden. I think I need to lie down.”
Rook stumbles out back of the room, retreating away from Harding and Neve and cementing now for them both that something is very wrong with their leader.
“Holy shit,” Harding breathes, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Rook seems to have no memory of the conversation the next day. She’s as friendly as ever, with no mention of the strange sudden sickness she’d felt. When Neve asks her, “Feeling better?” Rook looks at her with a confused smile, simply nodding.
Neve’s best educated guess is that this is some kind of weird magical side effect of whatever is going on with the ritual dagger. It killed Varric, it’s made of pure lyrium, and it seemingly had a strange effect on Harding as well. Who knows what the artifact is actually capable of?
Besides this odd memory quirk, Rook seems to be completely fine. She fights fiercely and gives no quarter, she’s quick to lend a hand if someone is in need, and she appears to genuinely enjoy all the weird little magical puzzles they stumble upon. So far, Neve has seen nothing that indicates- apart from this one issue- there’s anything wrong with her mental faculties.
“...So that’s it. We’re working on figuring out what’s going on,” Neve finishes telling Lucanis quietly, a short time after they recruit him. “Bellara’s in contact with a professor from Nevarra who’s an expert on the fade. We’re hoping to have him examine Rook and the dagger, to see if he'll have some answers.”
“Meirda,” Lucanis looks disturbed, leaning against the wall of the pantry, “How many times have you tried to tell her?”
“Four times. Once through a letter, to see if that would work, instead of telling her directly. As far as we can tell, it didn’t have any effect on her whatsoever. It’s like she forgot the contents of the letter completely the second she finished reading it,” Neve sighs, running a hand through her hair. “It’s worrying, but besides being bizarre, it doesn’t seem to be affecting her negatively at all. Rather, she seems to be getting reassurance from it. And I don’t want to keep pushing it, if exposing her to the truth results in her becoming confused and sick.”
“Fair enough. But... could this be some kind of brainwashing from the Dread Wolf?” Lucanis asks, voice low, “He is in her head, isn't he? Or...could a demon of some kind be doing this? Some kind of...spirit of ignorance?”
Neve gives a tired shrug. “No idea. But there’s unfortunately not much we can do about it, except to keep an eye on her.”
Lucanis shifts from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the idea that there’s nothing that they can do to fix this.
But unfortunately, there is nothing they can do. Neve and Bellara spend hours reading about the fade, spirits and demons, to no avail. Spite doesn’t have any helpful suggestions (he wants to try talking to her, but he always wants to talk to her). And when they recruit the fade specialist Emmrich Volkarin, even he is at a loss.
“Complete and continuous memory obfuscation, but only for the specific fact of Varric being killed?” Emmrich asks, sounding perhaps a bit too excited by the concept, “Well, I’ve certainly heard of memory wisps, and of ways that blood magic can interfere with the mind to erase certain memories. But something that affects Rook’s mind in this specific way, not only targeting her past memories but the generation of any new ones, would be an incredibly delicate work of art. And for what purpose? Perhaps it is her own denial behind this, in combination with whatever blood magic connects her to Solas and the dagger.”
“Is it going to hurt her?” Lucanus nearly snaps, arms folded in front of him, “Can someone use it to hurt her?”
“It’s hard to say. There’s been no sign of it beginning to spread to other concepts, from what you've told me. Besides hiding the truth, it doesn’t seem to be harming her directly,” Emmrich replies. The group is quiet, all sitting around the Lighthouse meeting table in pensive thought.
“I don’t like it either, but there’s not much we can really do, it seems, except to keep looking for an answer. Has anyone tested how much her memory of a conversation is impacted if you mention Varric dying in it?” Davrin asks, and Bellara nods.
“Yep. Usually, where possible, her brain sort of... filters out any mention of Varric being dead with him being hurt. I tested it out! We had this long conversation about romance serials, and she mentioned that Varric had written one once. And then she said that she wondered if he’d ever publish another chapter. I tried to break it to her gently at that point, and she got confused and moved on without acknowledging what I said, like she always does. Then the next day, I quizzed her on our conversation. She remembered everything, except she’d thought I said that his injuries might prevent him from writing anymore of the series,” Emmrich looks fascinated, nodding along as Bellara speaks.
“Incredible,” Emmrich murmurs, “I will continue trying to find an answer, but once we figure this out, this will be an enthralling topic for a research paper.”
“I don’t like this,” Lucanis murmurs, his hands balled into fists at his side, “Leaving her under this influence.”
“Neither do I,” Bites back Davrin, voice firm, “But unless you have a solution, we’ve got no choice. Even our magical experts here don’t know how to fix it.”
“I will ask her for permission to examine her, to make sure that the dagger use is having no ill magical effects on her,” Emmrich concludes, “That may yield some further information which can help us understand why this is happening.”
True to his word, Emmrich looks into the matter further, and does a magical medical on Rook. It yields nothing, beyond confirmation that she doesn’t appear to be under the influence of any kind of demon or spirit. They seem to be back at square one, when it comes to understanding why and how this is happening.
Taash is the most unsettled of the team when they learn about Rook’s issue.
“What? What do you mean, she’s under some... magical spell? And no one can break her out of it? That’s crazy,” Taash looks stunned by the news, like they almost can’t comprehend it.
The next time Taash sees Rook, talking to Neve in the dining hall, they stride over to her, putting their hands on Rook’s shoulders and shaking her.
“Taash? Everything alright?” Rook asks, tentative.
“Varric is dead. Solas killed him. Hey, you get that right?” Neve takes a step back and watches with interest as Taash shakes her again, curious to see how this will play out.
“Yes, I know that Solas injured him. I’m not trusting him, Taash,” Even with her legendary patience, a thin reed of annoyance underlines Rook’s tone.
“He’s dead. Varric is dead. He is not coming back, he’s not coming to dinner, he’s currently not in the infirmary. You need to accept it,” Taash continues. Rook pales, her eyes unfocusing, looking at a spot in the distance somewhere around Taash’s shoulder.
“He’s... not... Varric is-” Rook places a hand on Taash’s arm, wavering and attempting to push them away from her. Taash doesn’t let go and squeezes her shoulders, like they’re trying to wake her out of sleepwalking. Like they can force Rook through whatever haze is affecting her mind.
Taash repeats it again. “No, you’re not walking away until you hear this and don’t block it out. Solas killed Varric-”
Rook’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she crumples to the ground. Taash yells, stepping back with their hands up like the touch of Rook’s skin had burned them. Neve’s detached interest turns to sharp distress as she quickly kneels down beside Rook’s body, checking her vitals.
“She’s fine. She’s fine. Just... unconscious,” Neve breathes a sigh of relief, and shoots a severe look at Taash, who’s staring down at her in open guilt, “I know why you wanted to try, but... I should have stopped you.”
“It’s not your fault,” Taash mumbles, grabbing Rook under her arms and dragging her unconscious body to a nearby chair.
“...Now we know what happens if we press the issue,” Neve supplies, trying to be positive even though her heart is hammering, “Not a bad thing to know, Taash.”
They share the news with the rest of the team at the next What’s Wrong With Rook meeting, to mixed reactions. Bellara and Emmrich feel that the extra information on what happens if they press her too far is good to have, while Lucanis is upset with them both that they tried to push Rook to the point that she passed out.
“We don’t know what is happening in her mind. What if she had some kind of a seizure...? For all we know, if we continue to mess with this, it could kill her,” He says to the group, voice low with worry.
An unhappy silence falls over them. They agree that they won’t try something like this again, and then turn to arguing about whether they should tell the Inquisitor and Morrigan something is going on with Rook’s mind. While Morrigan could be a boon when it comes to learning about weird spirit stuff, they all conclude that none of them really trust her. And the last thing they want is the Southern resistance to question whether Rook is fit to lead. Harding is the most resistant, but they all agree to keep this quiet from the Inquisitor, as well.
Eventually, they all talk about it less and less. It becomes something they all know about and live with. The Lighthouse is in the fade. The ground floats. The strange spirit caretaker ferries them all around the crossroads. And Rook can’t grasp that Varric’s been killed.
All they need to do, as a team, is watch her blindspot. Everyone has them, even force-of-nature team leaders who can solve every other problem thrown their way. They accept it, they adapt, and they move forward. If someone outside the group mentions Varric has been killed, someone else quickly and deftly steers the conversation away from the topic, so that her affliction doesn’t show. They cover for her, and hope that she'll figure it out on her own, somehow.
Besides, they have plenty of other worries and revelations to think about. By the time Rook gets trapped in the fade, they haven’t had a meeting about Rook’s affliction in weeks.
And when the remaining Veilguard members pull her out of the fade prison, it's a mix of relief and exasperation that they feel when they hear her first words:
"Why didn't anyone tell me Varric's dead?"
#dav spoilers#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#veilguard spoilers#varric tethras#rook veilguard#lucanis dellamorte#neve gallus#varric dragon age#dragon age 4#my writing
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How the Heartsteel members would take care of a sick/injured S/O.
Inspiration: Extremely self-serving, but I don’t care. I’m currently in the midst of a chronic illness episode. For me that involves an ungodly headache that can last for straight days, if not weeks, and other bs. All because my body can’t handle sodium 😭. If I don’t do something to distract myself, I’m going to cry, and I’d rather not do that, so here we gooooo.
Genre: Headcanon
Type: Fluff (very very slight angst in the concept [if you squint] just because you don’t feel good).
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader
Tw: None! This is pure fluff. 🥰
Aphelios
Aphelios would actually be a great caretaker.
I think a lot of this comes from an excellent example. We know Alune took care of Aphelios when he was injured/after his surgeries. Since he was the recipient of her wonderful care, he knows what to do.
Extremely prepared. He’ll work from your place as much as possible so he can be close by (he has that little mobile keyboard set up shown in his “what’s in my bag” pic). Excellent at running out to grab supplies/medication (I feel like he has an excellent memory so you just need to tell/show him something once). Also phenomenal at making sure you take your meds on schedule and changing any dressings/wraps.
If for some reason an extra set of hands is needed or Phel needs further advice on how to best care for you, you know who he’s texting? Alune! She is happy to help however she can because you’re her friend too and she hates knowing you’re sick/in pain.
I feel like Phel’s immune system is pretty strong so even if you were contagious, he’d cuddle you. If he was really worried, there’s always his mask. (Makes my public health heart sing.) He has many extras so you can snag one too in order to be doubly safe. You get those healing cuddles!
Ezreal
This is where Ezreal’s typical golden retriever energy is extra useful!!
Like genuinely I think Ez is a really really sweet “nurse” and will do an excellent job of taking care of you. Or at the very least, he’s great at distracting you and making you smile so you don’t feel as shitty/in pain.
I can’t see Ez cooking tbh (mood), but he is more than happy to order delivery/run to grab whatever carry out whenever you want it. If he can’t do it because he needs to stay with you for some reason, he’s texting Alune and the boys and practically begging them to help him out. (One of them always does. They love you and want you to heal.)
Also happy to run out to grab whatever supplies you need. This sweet green bean is so eager to help you heal that not only will he grab what you ask for, he’ll also grab other things that you might not need. He’s of the mindset it’s better to be overprepared rather than underprepared.
I can’t see Ezreal wanting to cuddle if you’re contagious, tbh, which is fair, but he’ll definitely make sure you have all the blankets and pillows you need. He will sit near-ish to you though and hold your hand. And if you’re not contagious? Oh he’s clinging to you as much as you want him to.
Kayn
Ok…so…this isn’t Kayn’s specialty as a partner, let’s be honest here.
Kayn is an amazing partner in so many other ways, but he’s not exactly...naturally nurturing? BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try. He knows you need him, so he’s really going to put in a lot of effort to try and take care of you as best he can. (This secretly sweet rockstar!)
Kayn might fake grumble about it, but he will definitely go out and get whatever supplies you need. You may need to take a picture of a label/find one on the internet but he’s got you! (“Baby, there are so many CHOICES. How do I know which is the right one? I don’t want to get something you don’t need!”)
The first time you were sick/injured and he was with you, he texted the HS group chat for advice on how to take care of you and shocked everyone. (That was the moment the rest of HS knew Kayn was really head over heels for you. 🥹 <- Their faces as they read the texts.)
One thing I cannot see him doing is cuddling you when you’re sick (unless you’re not contagious). He doesn’t want to get sick himself. He will tuck you in and give you surprisingly soft forehead kisses though. He says they’re to check your temp but you know they’re to show he cares.
K’Sante
K’Sante is another member who just gives off such excellent and caring vibes. He has to come from a big, close-knit family, because he gives eldest brother vibes through and through.
Because of this, he’s perfect at taking care of you when you’re sick or injured. He’s done the same thing for his siblings/cousins many times.
Even though Sett is officially the best cook, I still fully believe K’Sante can throw down in the kitchen. Whenever possible, he’s making everything from scratch for you. You deserve it, after all. His meals alone will have you starting to feel way better.
He is fully stocked on OTC meds, ice packs, bandages, whatever you need. As a gym bro, K’Sante can get pretty sore, so he’s already got that stuff around for himself. Also, anything you need picked up, he’s got that taken care of.
As the eldest who took care of his younger family members, K’Sante’s immune system is PREPARED. Unless it is before a really big event, he would be fine cuddling you, even if you’re contagious. If it is close to a big event then he’s understandably a little more hesitant (he does have obligations to HS) but he’ll still be nearish to you and hold your hand so you know he’s there.
Sett
Ooooooh baby this is Sett’s time to fucking SHINE.
He was raised by his incredible Ma! Like of course Sett’s going to be really fucking good at taking care of you. (He already does an excellent job of doing that when you’re not sick/injured.)
We know he’s the best cook in the group so homemade soup/whatever comfort food you want/need you will have and it will be delicious. Really good about reminding you to take any meds you need to (he sets a reminder in his phone). Also fully stocked on OTC meds, medical wraps, ice packs, etc. Like he is PREPARED. (Perks of loving a gym bro.)
Happy to give you cuddles if that will help. I feel like Sett is another member that has an immune system of steel, so even if you’re sick, he’s still cuddling you if you want him to. (You definitely do like 95% of the time because how could you not?? Sett cuddles sound fucking elite!)
Worst-case scenario and you get sick while he’s traveling? He makes sure you are in the very best hands possible and sends in the big guns. That’s right, he has Ma come over to check on you/stay with you if need be (which she is happy to do because she adores you and loves how happy you make her son).
Yone
I think Yone would be a phenomenal “nurse!”
He might come across as cold/intimidating to those who don’t know him, but you always bring the soft side of him out. That’s totally applicable when you’re sick. Sweet Yone incoming!!
He cared for his younger brother Yasuo when he was sick or injured, so he is well versed in what supplies are useful for a multitude of ailments. Is well stocked on all of it too. If for some reason you need something and he doesn’t have it, he’s remedying that ASAP.
I’ve been thinking about whether or not Yone cooks. My gut says not really besides breakfast food. While he’s not going to make you homemade soup/your comfort food, you bet he’s asking Sett or K’Sante to make some for you. (They’re happy to do so. You keep your their producer sane. Helping you is self-preservation 😂.)
While he’s likely been injured many times, I feel like this beautiful motherfucker (affectionate!!) has never been ill a day in his life. His immune system is just that strong. Whatever the issue, he is down to give you whatever cuddles you desire. (I’m bringing back my headcanon of cuddly Yone and NO ONE CAN STOP ME 😋.) Enjoy the forehead kisses and sweet little verbal check-ins.
#heartsteel#heartsteel headcanons#heartsteel x reader#reader insert#headcanon#heartsteel aphelios#heartsteel ezreal#heartsteel kayn#heartsteel k'sante#heartsteel sett#heartsteel yone#heartsteel fluff
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We 'Don't Do Sick'... If You Can't Hide Your Disability We Don't Want to See You - Published April 27, 2024
I’ve got a family member who hasn’t seen me in five years because they “don’t do sick”. Suddenly they wanted to visit. I’m housebound - which limits my options. When the topic of masking came up - I was rudely shut down. They demanded a “normal” visit that would be ‘fun.’ The risk to my health did not appear to concern them in the slightest.
I became disabled before the Covid pandemic. I’ve got multiple severe health conditions that leave me stuck in bed (and/or horizontal) the vast majority of the time. As a result I can’t “hide” the fact that I’m sick.
This particular person has been rather rude on a number of occasions about how they don’t want to have to see how sick I am. They’ve told me not to talk to them unless it’s ‘happy thoughts’. I was even excluded from a zoom Christmas because I couldn’t fake well & my sickness would spoil the holiday. After that exclusion I pulled away from them and made my reasons known. I explained how much their behaviour hurt me and that if they couldn’t accept me the way I am I wouldn’t remain in contact. So I was surprised when they reached out and wanted to visit. My initial gut instinct was to say no.
Unfortunately - being disabled is lonely. The pandemic has only made that worse. The isolation wears on you and it’s easy to accidentally get your hopes up when you really should know better. When this person offered to visit … I thought maybe things had changed. I thought about how nice it would be to have some genuine human connection. I let my guard down.
I got my hopes up - only to have them crushed. I mentioned that the visit would have to be relatively short (I have bad crashes if I over exert or talk/socialize too long) and that I would need them to mask.
I’m immune compromised and am barely holding onto my baseline as it is. I recently had a minor skin infection that made me so sick I was fainting and injured my wrist. My body would NOT do well with Covid. And I’m unwilling to risk my baseline. This person takes absolutely zero precautions and regularly engages in high risk activities. I knew they wouldn’t be willing to take a test so masking seemed like a reasonable request.
I said I would happily provide the masks … but it didn’t matter. I was told that my “stringent requirements” were ridiculous and that THEY deserved to have a “normal & happy visit”. That if I wouldn’t accommodate their idea of normal - they wouldn’t come.
First off - I reject the idea that one person can determine another person’s idea of normal. Second - if you can’t be happy just because you have to wear a mask for an hour… you may need to re-examine some things about yourself. Perhaps you have unresolved trauma related to the pandemic. Perhaps deep down you know it’s not over and don’t appreciate the mask reminding you of that fact. Perhaps it makes you examine your own frailty and consider that all health is temporary. I can’t possibly know another person's reasons…. but I do know a mask is a small sacrifice to protect a loved one.
The idea that I should risk what’s left of my health just so someone else can feel like things are “normal” is patently absurd to me. So I held my ground and the visit was cancelled. This person is now angry that I’m unwilling to see them.
This is where boundaries come in. I was completely willing (and actually excited) to see this person after so long. I simply set boundaries to protect myself. They didn’t agree & cancelled the visit… as is their right. They do not have the right to shame me for my boundaries.
This is when I mourn the loss of empathy & compassion that’s been escalating since Covid. I don’t think someone else has the right to decide my “normal”. I find it incredibly insulting that they insinuated they were “deserving” of a happy visit (as though I somehow wasn’t).
This person hasn’t seen me once in five years. Which means they’ve not helped me with my severe illnesses. Multiple hospital trips, serious setbacks, infections, injuries…. They’ve been looking the other way and living their “don’t do sick” normal life.
They’ve shown me that they aren’t capable of accepting my illnesses and they aren’t willing to offer help when needed. So who are they to demand I risk my health for their comfort or joy? If I get sick and end up even worse off than I am now…are they going to help?
Of course not. Yet despite this glaringly obvious fact they still felt entitled to ask me to put my health on the line for them. And they feel comfortable shaming me for not backing down and acquiescing to a visit that aligned to their version of normal.
I’m hurt and disappointed - but I tell this story to encourage everyone to set and stick to boundaries that protect their health. We can’t control what others do but we can refuse to compromise our own safety.
There are many people who refuse to acknowledge the realities of chronic illness and who won’t accept that we are still in a global pandemic. It’s a dangerous combination of denial and willful ignorance - one that results in people like me being pressured into taking risks.
If you’re struggling with people like this in your life - please know you’re allowed to set and stick to personal boundaries. You’re not abnormal, you’re not robbing people of joy and you’re no less deserving of happiness than anyone else. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
It’s getting harder and harder to find people who genuinely support disabled individuals - ableism is rampant and eugenicist attitudes are growing at an alarming pace. But there ARE good people out there. We need to find & cherish them.
Lastly please keep sharing your stories… even the hard ones. It helps people feel they’re less alone and it’s important to bear witness to the suffering and abandonment many are dealing with. Plus you never know when you might change a heart and mind and possibly save a life.
#covid#mask up#pandemic#covid 19#wear a mask#coronavirus#sars cov 2#still coviding#public health#wear a respirator
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spence-tober: day 12 - nurse
pairing: nurse!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which your nurse husband panics when you're admitted to the emergency department
word count: 1457
warnings: lead up to pregnancy announcement, talk of hospitals and doctors and nurses, not a very accurate hospital environment
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This was just an entirely embarrassing situation for you, you thought as you laid your head back on the gurney pillow. Not only did you manage to faint in front of your coworkers and boss, now you were being seen by your husband’s coworkers and bosses.
Now, you don’t blame your coworkers for calling 911 for an ambulance for you. After all, you did faint and were unresponsive until the parademics arrived.
And you don’t exactly blame your husband’s coworkers either. They were just following hospital protocol, doing everything in their power to make sure you’re okay.
You just wish that things hadn’t escalated so much because you know its only some time until your worrywart husband finds out you’ve been admitted into the ED, his place of work.
He must be at lunch, you think. His coworkers, the doctors in the ED and his fellow nurses, would have already tattled on you and told him that you’ve been admitted in any other situation, so he must be busy.
Being in the medical profession, Spencer was a worrywart. What with his big brain and his capacity to store knowledge easily, it was hard for him not to jump to every possible other conclusion for a fever and cough other than a simple cold.
Luckily, you didn’t have the propension of getting sick or injured, so it Spencer didn’t have much to worry about to worry about in that department.
But that’s what’s going to make this situation a whole lot worse, you think to yourself, sitting up on the edge of the gurney now, legs hanging off the side. After a few assurances to the nurses, most of whom you’ve met before, you were allowed to remain in your own clothes and could forgo the gown.
Your boss, once you called and explained the situation to him, had allowed you the rest of the day off so all you were waiting for is for your husband to barge in and to be discharged.
“Where is she?!”
You heard the panicked voice of your husband from across the Emergency Department of the hospital. In the room you’ve been assigned, there are glass doors with some curtains as an option, an option you’ve decided to pass on as you thought it would add not needed worry for your husband.
In three large pounding steps against the linoleum floor, Spencer appeared from the hallway and rounded the corner, barging into the room.
“Oh my god,” Spencer says, finally being able to look at you. You see tears, welling in the corner of his eyes.
You reach out to him, comfortingly, “I’m okay, Spence,” Spencer dashes into your arms, carefully, “This was just all one big misunderstanding.” You try to explain.
Spencer then holds you at arm’s length, doing a once over and searching for any signs of injury on you.
“You fainted?” He asks, his tone frantic and worried.
You nod, running your fingers through his hair. It’s comforting to him and something that Diana used to do when he was a child. “Yes, but I am okay.”
In the doorway of your room, you see Emily, one of the emergency department doctors, standing there with a small tablet used for records and patient information.
“How could you know that? Have they run tests yet? What did they say? Did you hit your head? Do you remember when you fainted? Did you blackout? Were you drinking enough water? Was it something at work?” Spencer rambles off, asking you everything his mind could be thinking of, to answer for why his wife was in the hospital.
“Reid,” Dr. Prentiss calls out from behind him, getting his attention, “Why don’t you sit down?” She offers, kindly.
She sends a smile to both you and your husband.
Even though you’ve never been admitted to the emergency department or the hospital in general, you have met all of your husband’s colleagues. Some of them became closer to you than others. It started as simple as bringing Spencer his forgotten lunch or perhaps take out to share in the hospital cafeteria. Then, once you got to know them, they would invite you along for girl’s night, baby showers, weddings, and birthday parties.
There was the Chief of Patient Services, David Rossi. Chief of the Emergency Department, Aaron Hotchner. Emergency Department doctors, Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. Spencer’s fellow nurse, Jennifer Jareau, and the darling ED receptionist, Penelope Garcia.
These people had seen you and Spencer get engaged and then married. Jennifer even helped Spencer pick out your ring!
And now, they were also here to see your first admittance into the hospital and how much of a worrier, Spencer can be.
Your husband listens to Emily, but also his eyes zone in on the tablet in her hand, “Are those lab results?” He asks.
With the look in his eye and if you didn’t know any better, you would think Spencer was about to snatch that tablet out of her hand. Not willing to leave anything to chance, you take his hand in yours and squeeze it tightly, giving him a smile.
You laugh at your husband’s expression, “If you had just let me explain, I would’ve told you that they took blood tests to make sure everything was fine. And it is.”
His head whips back towards you, “How would you know that? The blood tests just came back.” Spencer asks, confused.
Dr. Prentiss looks at you with a knowing smile, you two exchange grins. You know it’s driving Spencer insane that he’s the one on the outs.
“Would you like to tell him?” She asks, a sly grin on her face.
You shake your head and look at Spencer, who’s looking at the pair of you like you’re insane, “Go ahead and show him.”
Emily walks closer to the two of you and offers the tablet to Spencer who greedily takes it. His eyes scan all the data and information, his fingers scrolling quickly as he speed reads the results.
After a few moments, Spencer looks back at you confused. “I don’t understand.” He says.
His tone is getting a little more frustrated and you pity him a little bit. You weren’t planning on telling him like this and now that you were, you didn’t want him to worry himself to death before understanding what is going on.
“Check the hCG levels,” You inform him. Emily stands off to the side, giving you two a more private moment. Out in the lobby of the ED, you can see Jennifer and Penelope peeking in to see what’s happening. Even Derek has passed your room several times more than needed in the past few minutes.
“The hCG?” Spencer questions for a moment before you can see the wheels and cogs in his brain finally land on the right solution.
His eyes widen and he looks at your face and then glances down at your stomach, hidden by your blouse.
“Really?” He whispers softly. You nod and laugh at his shocked expression, laughing even more when he turns his attention back to the tablet and frantically tries to find where your hCG levels would be recorded.
His finger stops scrolling when he finally finds it. Spencer looks at the level indicator and then back at you which is when you finally see the tears in his eyes. The biggest smile on his face breaks out and he looks at you with adoring eyes.
“Oh my god, you’re pregnant?” Spencer finally says, confirming the diagnosis.
You can’t help when tears of happiness start falling down your face as well, “I took two tests yesterday,” You tell him.
His hands come up to hold your face as you continue, “I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for later today, but I got pretty dizzy at work and fainted and that’s how I ended up here. I had a sneaking suspicion why I fainted though.”
You both share a laugh. “I swear, I was gonna tell you as soon as the doctor confirmed it.”
“Guilty.” Emily pipes in, her own eyes have some tears hidden in the corners.
Spencer laughs and kisses your temple, then again at your cheek, nose, and then finally a sweet kiss full of joy and happiness and excitement.
“You’re pregnant.” Spencer repeats softly as he pulls back from the kiss, still his attention is fully on you.
“We’re pregnant.” You correct, soft eyes looking at the love of your life. Spencer nods in agreement and kisses you again.
“Congratulations, you two.” Emily comments before leaving the room.
Little did you know, she would be one of the first people to tell you that in another hospital room as Spencer held your daughter, nine months later.
a/n: this might not be for people who don't like pregnancy or mention of children. that's why i put in the warnings that it does talk and lead up to the grand announcement of a pregnancy, for anyone who that might be a sensitive subject for.
#criminal minds#criminalminds#spencer reid#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds fic#dr. spencer reid x reader#spencer reid au#spencer reid fanfic#dr. spencer reid#dr. spencer reid x fem!reader#dr. spencer reid x you#dr. spencer reid
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may i request for sweet fluff hcs with the shimada brothers? preferably a reader who is slightly younger than them
𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
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Might've gone a little overboard for them. :)
No matter how long you two date or remain friends with him there will always be an air of mentor and student. It will never leave, whether it's easily observable or underlying. (In his words, ‘You never stop learning.’)
He tries to stay around you 24/7, making sure you’re safe by watching over you. If it’s not possible he’ll have someone who is trusted to take his place until he returns.
Isn’t the biggest fan of pda due to the fact he’s never dealt with it and he gets embarrassed. But he tries to make up for it later in private, which is repaid in cuddles and kisses.
His main love language is acts of service, if giving gifts were on it would be up there. But this allows him to feel useful and needed, even if he knows he doesn’t need to he’ll do it anyways.
Speaking off giving if you look at something for even a few seconds in person or mention something online next thing you know it’s sitting on your bed later. (Unless it wont fit then it’s waiting outside your door.)
He sews. Learned it when he was young and only improved on the skill, which he is happy to use now. By making you custom clothing and garments, making sure it’s your favourite colour, material and clothing type.
His dragons will start gravitating towards you, while it starts simple soon enough all their time outside of battle is spent hanging around you. In their small forms.
But once they become bigger it only makes their cuddle piles harder to leave, not that you would want to. At this point Hanzo has learned to join instead of leaving.
Everyday he’ll dote on you about your health. If you’re eating and drinking enough, injured? Searching and retrieving a medkit or medicine for you.
If you get sick he’s one of the best people to help you. He’ll stay around as much as possible, staying just far enough away and knows what not to do. (No kisses :()
He will train you, there will be no exceptions. While it’s mainly hand to hand combat, sparring and so on, if you turn out decent at bows he might let you try his out. (Unlike someone who shot him, Genji.)
Back in his younger years he would’ve had no shame when it came to pda, sorry but he wouldn't give up being a playboy. But you will always be his one and only.
In the current days he’s become a bit more reserved although he does enjoy and allow you to hold hands and some quick kisses. (His mask nudges your face.)
If you allow him he will carry you around, whether you’re injured or not. The usual is the bridal carry but for laughs he will do the fireman carry.
If you ever get seriously injured he’ll have no clue what to do, so he has to find the nearest support. Small ones are fine, luckily he knows the basics.
When he starts training you, he will go soft on you. Even if he tries not to, it's difficult, he tries not to hurt you. Panic will ensue if he lays the smallest injury on you.
Soon enough he’ll bring you along to the shambali monastery to meet Zenyatta. And if you two get along and meditate together he will fall harder.
He’ll try to convince you to meditate with him, even if you don’t and just hang around he’ll be happy.
His love language is quality time. Just spending time around you, whether you speak or not.
Will let you apply the balm to this scar as it helps keep them painless. Plus he gets even more time with you.
Please play with his hair. He will melt into your arms the moment you do, his scalp has become a lot more sensitive.
#overwatch x reader#overwatch x male reader#overwatch hanzo#overwatch hanzo x reader#hanzo x reader#overwatch genji#overwatch genji x reader#genji x reader#wisteria♥
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Joel getting hurt or even sick and ellie having to step up and take care of him like she did when he was impaled in the game :) ??
AN | In which we turn the tables and have Joel be the injured one for a change 😔
Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language; Injury (non-descriptive)
Word Count | 2.4k
Masterlist | Joel, Main
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“Joel?” you turned around, fully expecting to find him behind you. But when you turned around there was nothing but empty darkness. You whipped around and shined your light to see if he was among the shadows, “shit.”
You ran back down the dark alley, trying to keep as quiet as possible while you looked around for him. Fuck, you should have been paying more attention to him…you weren’t sure when he’d dropped off. You made your way back to the tunnels that you’d climbed through, heart beating wildly as ran through all the horrible things that could have been.
“Joel!” you didn’t even care if anyone heard, you’d deal with any negative consequences as soon as you found him. He was all that mattered right now, “Joel!”
There was a muddy ditch next to the old sewer exit you’d climbed through to access the tunnels. It was from there that you heard a loud groan when you’d called out his name.
A gasp escaped your lips as you ran over, sliding down in the mud yourself when your fast feet weren’t able to get purchase on anything solid. You tumbled down and landed on your butt with a small oof.
Your own discomfort, including now sullied clothing, didn’t matter as soon as you stopped Joel. He was clutching at his arm and side and you could see a gash on his forehead. He caught your eye and gave you a grimace as you almost ran over to him.
“Joel,” you crouched down so you could help sit up, “what happened? I…fuck, I didn’t hear you fall or anything.”
“‘m fine,” he tried to argue but it wasn’t fooling either of you, “bad footing.”
“You stubborn fool,” you wrapped an arm around his waist as best as you could to help him up, “I’m not even going to bother arguing with you right now because I know it’s pointless.”
He grumbled but accepted your help as you hoisted him to his feet. Instinctively he wrapped his good arm around your shoulders, “you really think we’re goin’ to make back, kid?”
“Hush,” you tutted as you did your best to climb out of the ditch and help your arms out to him. He was bigger, but right now you were stronger. The grumpy old man would do anything for you, and now it was your turn to give it all back; you would also do anything for him, without hesitation or question, “let me help and we’ll be back home before you know.”
“You could just leave me,” you looked at him in surprise, but you could tell that he wasn’t joking. He was giving you an out, “I could make it back.”
“If you think I would ever do that you don’t know me at all,” you rolled your eyes at the man. You looked away for a moment and missed the flicker of affection that crossed his features, “I am not leaving you behind. If you stay out here, I’m staying.”
“Listen-”
“No one gets left behind,” you told him firmly, leaving no room for discussion. His mouth pulled into a thin line but he gave you a nod, “now let’s go. And - and - when we get back I’m taking a look at that arm…and your head.”
“There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?” you didn’t bother to look back at him, a victorious little smile on your face.
Maybe you were stubborn and dramatic, but so was he. That was just what you did when you loved someone.
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“Hey,” Joel heard the sound of your soft voice but couldn’t quite bring himself to fully open his eyes. Then came your soft giggle and damn, if he hadn’t been in love before, he was now. He felt the tender brush of your knuckles against his cheek, “I know you’re awake, sleepyhead.”
“‘m not,” he insisted, his plush lips pulling into a pout that you were tempted to kiss away. But that could be saved for later when he was, you know, fully conscious, “still sleepin’.”
“Didn’t know you were able to respond so knowingly while you were sleeping,” you teased and that earned you a quick peek, “well, my love, I’m going to make some dinner, okay? Just rest here and I’ll check in on you when it’s all ready.”
You felt his fingers wrap around your wrist before you could leave the room, gently tugging you back. You grinned and obliged as he pulled you back towards the bed, “don’t go.”
“I have to,” you really did, although you wanted nothing more than to get into bed and wrap your arms around him and take a nap, “someone’s gotta keep you fed and watered.”
“Hurry back?” this time you were met with a full glance of his big, brown eyes. You took his hand and brought it to your lips as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
“Always,” you promised softly, “the sooner you let me go, the sooner I’ll be back.”
“Fine,” you could see the pretty flush of pink that colored his cheeks as you let go of his hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He could practically feel the tender warmth and love radiating off you as you padded back to the kitchen, a little spring in your step, and a soft hum falling from your lips.
Joel wasn’t a man that was often open in his affections, didn’t like to wear his heart on his sleeve if he could avoid it, but then there was you. You were his weakness, one of the brightest spots in his life and he would have sacrificed anything for you - you and Ellie. You were his family, and while he’d been reluctant to verbalize that at first, everyone knew it was true.
He knew that if you knew the reason for his little accident was because he was keeping you safe from some unseen lurker, you probably wouldn’t have let him out of your sight again. Frankly, if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t have let you get more than a few feet away from him.
Gone were the days when he believed it was best to remain stoic and quiet, and in were the days when he let himself be more gentle and human.
If you would have heard him admit as much, you would have teased him. And yet, being teased by you didn’t sound like such a bad thing at all.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
“Hey my love,” the bed dipped under your weight as you sat down at the edge next to him. You gently stroked your hand along his back, trying to ease him awake rather than just startle him, “time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
“I feel like death,” he groaned, voice thick with sleep and dryness as he rolled onto his back to look at you. You huffed in amusement before brushing a few rogue looks of hair out of his face, “I’m sure I look it too.”
“You look handsome as ever,” you ghosted your fingertips along his features, admiring him before he took your hand and brought it to his lips, “Joel.”
“Baby.”
“Let me take a look at you,” you took his chin in your hand as you turned his face towards yours, studying the gash on the side of his head. It wasn’t too deep luckily, didn’t appear to show signs of infection. You’d cleaned it and initially bandaged when you’d first gotten back, despite Joel’s protests that it would be fine regardless. You weren’t willing to take the chance - not when it came to him. He watched you intensely, memorizing the way your lips parted and brow furrowed in concentration, “it’s healing nicely. You’ll just have to leave it alone.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” he teased gently and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, “what would I ever do without you?”
“Suffer probably,” you touched his cheek before motioning for him to sit up. If anything, you’d probably be suffering without him, “now c’mon, let me take a look at your arm.”
“It’s fine,” he insisted, his little bit of drawl coloring his voice as he sat up and leaned against the headboard. You raised an unconvinced eyebrow as you gently reached for his arm. You worked to push up the sleeve of his button, trying your best not to touch him. You had to fight back the sigh of exasperation and worry as you noticed all the bruising on his upperman and elbow, radiating onto his forearm. That had to hurt. He sensed your worry with how quiet you’d gotten, “baby, it’s nothing.”
“Joel, this isn’t nothing,” you frowned deeply, “this looks extremely painful.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“It looks terrible.”
“You should see the other guy,” he joked and you inhaled sharply. Joel quickly realized his gaff, “it’s a joke. You know the…old..saying.”
“You’re lying to me,” you sighed as you tenderly felt his arm, watching the pain contort his features. You were almost positive that nothing was broken - your medical knowledge from having been a nurse before the Outbreak often came in handy, “aren’t you?”
“I am," despite what people thought, he wasn't a good liar. And he most definitely would never lie to you, "how it happened doesn't matter, what matters is that it'll be okay."
"Joel," you sighed quietly, eye wide with worry as you tried to hold back your tears. The idea that something worse could have happened to him maybe you want to cry and hug him and never let him go. This time it was his turn to reach over and touch your face, brushing away the few tears that had pearled up and rolled down your cheeks, "I love you."
"I know," you laughed, throat thick with tears at the fact that he'd just made a horrible joke. He really was a big old nerd underneath it all, "I love you too, baby. That's not going to stop you from working, is it?"
"Never," you insisted, "are you going to let me take care of you?"
"Yes," his answer came without hesitation or underlying conditions as he settled against the pillows and relaxed.
You shifted so you could move further onto the bed. With a huff you realized that it wasn't going to work so you delicately maneuvered yourself so you were straddling his lap. For a moment you were worried you might have hurt but he remained silent, watching you in reverence.
Your deft fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and you undid them one by one until you reached the top. You pushed the fabric out of his shoulders and he leaned in so you could pull it off of him, taking care to be gentle on his arm.
Your fingers instinctively trailed over some freckles, connecting them in affection, along with the scars etched into his golden skin, healed but a forever reminder. He didn't say anything but you could feel his heart beat under your touch.
You leaned in and pressed your lips along his collarbone before taking the hand of his injured arm in yours and lifting it gently. The small hiss of pain that passed his lips wasn’t lost on you, causing your eyes to shift to his until he motioned for you to continue.
Feeling along the bones, you tried not to push down too much and cause more unnecessary pain. Luckily, it only appeared to be a deep sprain, and a lot of unfortunate bruising. He’d been fine, but he’d be sore for a while. You felt a pang of fear run through you as you noticed the fingerprints within the lavender haze on his skin.
“It’s okay,” he offered, smart enough to know that you were putting two and two together. You blinked back a fresh wave of tears and shook your head; it wasn’t okay at all. But there wasn’t anything that you could do now except to take care of him.
“I think you should ice it,” you sniffled, unflinching when he laced your fingers through his. You trailed your eyes down his body and saw the beginnings of bruising along his back and ribs as well. You inhaled sharply but decided not to push him right now. It would be okay, okay, okay.
“Later,” his voice was gruff but help a tenderness reserved solely for you, “lie down with me.”
“You have to eat-”
“Later.”
“What about a shower-”
“Later,” he used his good hand and gently took your jaw and turned your face towards, “I know you mean well. You always do. But right now, all I want to do is lie down and sleep…with you. Everything else can wait until later.”
“Okay,” you agreed, however reluctant, “turn over then. If you’re going to be so stubborn, the least you can do is be the small spoon.”
He chuckled, that familiar warm sound going straight to start and helping ever so slightly to ease your worry. With a bit of reluctance he turned over and buried his face in the pillows that always seemed to hold onto your scent; it provided more comfort than he would ever admit to.
You laid down behind him and wrapped your arm gingerly around his waist, making sure not to squeeze too gently. You settled in and pressed kisses to his bare shoulder before closing your eyes and yawning, despite your efforts to hold it in.
You were more tired than you had imagined and quickly felt your eyes growing heavy and you let yourself become engulfed in his warmth. Eventually his breathing evened out and you relaxed knowing he was finally getting some much needed rest. Maybe a few hours would do both of you some good.
“I love you, you stubborn fool,” you whispered into the quiet solace of your bedroom.
“I love you too.”
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I'm new to the community, it's nice to meet you :) Can I ask, very politely, for Wump prompts based around a brother and sister in a post apocalyptic labor camp (based of of my ocs. I'm sorry if this is rude, I'm bad at social skills)
not rude at all, love. nice to meet you too! apologize for the wait. I hope you’ll find some of these prompts useful.
the siblings struggle to find food and water as their situation forces them to keep moving from place to place, for safety reasons.
the older sibling gives their own food to the younger one and insists the younger one has it by saying that they’re not hungry anyway, which is a lie, but the older one wants to make sure their younger sibling isn’t starving.
maybe one of them suffers from PTSD and often has nightmares, thus the other has to be strong for them, even though they’re traumatized too.
could diseases be at play also? some outbreaks maybe. another challenge for them to survive.
how hostile are the people around them? are they friendly or are they a threat?
if one of the siblings fell sick, or is injured, and is unable to work for their master, the other has to work twice as much to make up for their sibling, so that they can keep staying in the camp, otherwise they’ll get kicked out and it’s nothing but danger lurking in every corner outside of the camp.
but no matter what, they’ll never leave the other behind. if one of them is being exiled from the camp, the other will go with them.
or maybe they realize the camp is just as dangerous as the Outside is, if not more, and they should escape together.
throw in some angst where the siblings are somehow separated, and they don’t know where the other is or if they’re still alive at all.
how emotional will their reunion be? will they reunite unharmed?
them staying as quiet as possible at their hiding spot, with their hands over their mouths, in order to hide from the predator that’s been hunting them down.
or some fluff? them cuddling together at night and sharing a thin blanket to keep the cold away.
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ old friends, lloyd garmadon.┊ ˚➶ 。˚ ☁️
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ act two ;; scene three┊ ˚➶ 。˚ ☁️
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୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; one (1) suicide joke ;; mentions of ill treatment // discrimination ;; unspoken trauma ;; ninjago lore but it’s vague asf ;; some pining
୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; so, this is more on the filler chapter side of this but this breakdowns down the lore of this au too! (that an i need a filler before i drop some twists <33) +skylor's verified for the hell of it (because she runs the noddle empire–)
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finally, you flop down onto your bed with a relieved sigh, burying your face into the sheets of the slightly cold blankets and humming happily. finally, that sad week in the hospital passed –though it only passed so quickly was because of lloyd bugging you for most of it (with the occasional appearance of another one of your new friends, and several video calls from your parents and friends back at home). maybe it wasn’t so sad when that ball of sunshine– lloyd was around.
so far you’ve learnt many things about this city (and surprisingly you were somehow ignorant to all of some of it’s sometimes worldwide news).
there were literally ninja superheroes, one of which –the green one– saved your ass from being robbed and injured, worst case killed. they had been around for several years at this point and did multiple patrol runs daily. not only did they stop major threats, they helped out in the community.
the secret ninja force; named by the public such because the ninja are incredibly secretive about their personal lives and identities (which was called for because they are superheroes), consists of six people.
the green ninja is the leader with some weird green power. the water ninja is one of the two tech heavy heroes in the city, having a close resemblance to a samurai while having that ninja aesthetic. the blue (or lightning) ninja earned his title as the human –are they even human?– plasma ball; while the earth ninja could probably throw a whole building at someone. they earned the title of the strongest. the white ninja (a nindroid?) is the master of ice, and probably the most deceiving of them as one of the sweetest people; albeit a little morally grey, you’ll ever meet despite the cold presence he has. then the red ninja is the most open one of the lot, the master of fire and swords –hey, there's a lot of skill before his wielding.
the ninja also had a goddamn flying ship named the destiny’s bounty.
there’s also samurai x, having the largest panel of debate on whether they’re a guy or lady. they’re the other tech heavy hero in ninjago, following in the footsteps of the previous samurai x who later became the water ninja. you have your suspicion that it might be cyrus borg’s daughter and assistant, pixal. (it was one of hell of a ride when you found out that pixal was actually a robot– nindroid despite her human-like appearance. well, the more you know.)
and well, elemental masters aren’t much of a surprise to you –not when your aunt was one. master of something, you don’t remember too well what it was; just that either skylor might inherit it or it would skip her and possibly manifest in her kids. or you might get it, and frankly that would be sick. but it looks like neither of you did, atleast you choose to believe that instead.
you turn, laying on your side and staring out the window, watching the quiet streets and city through the clear glass with an unfocused attention on it. lloyd’s words on his father stuck in your head, you were curious about him.
you heard of all sorts of things about ninjago before moving here, things you chalked up as elaborate stories before he confirmed it all to you.
stories of overthrowing and controlling the realm, bloodlust and a power hungry fight many villains fought to win but inevitably lost in the end. golden weapons and a boy, a devouring evil that could only ever consume; an evil that never rested, a dark lord. and as of more recently, a princess that tried to rise all hell.
when the ninja defeated the overlord –the never resting evil– lloyd’s father, garmadon was freed from the poison and evil he was under because of the dark lord’s influence. once the man was a tyrant and now you hear he is a sensei of a small, tranquil monastery in a small village somewhere near the city. garmadon sought out lloyd and koko, and became the father and husband the evil forced him not to be.
he was a tyrant and then became a father.
you turn again, laying on your back and stare up at the ceiling with zoned out eyes. the whole situation was peculiar, especially if now since garmadon is good; why was lloyd still so mistreated?
no one necessarily needed to say anything about it; you’ve noticed the looks sour faces the nurses, doctors and patients gave him when he was escorting you out of the hospital. you noticed the vaguely visible tension on his face while he kept his guard up when you two were walking to his busted car and the way he looked as though he was expecting the worst.
a defense mechanism, you could tell from the way his eyes were scanning his surroundings; expect the worst so it doesn’t surprise you.
he softened up only when you two got home, back to your place. but despite the lighter atmosphere in the comfort of the car; you didn’t quite feel he was ready enough to answer your question about the ill treatment he was being faced with subtly. maybe that would also explain why he was so scared that something worse could’ve happened to you.
why’d everything need to be so difficult...?
you frowned, looking out the window with now more focused eyes. it’s been a hell of a week– or several if you count the ones you've been in ninjago; and there’s something nagging you to go home where you’d be safe. but, that would throw everything you’ve worked for, the seat at the best university in all the realm– a ticket out of that house. you’d have to stick it out for a while; at the least for your course to finish before you do anything else.
well, even if you leave, you’ll have lloyd’s number this time; a way to contact that greenie (the one thing you wanted so badly since eleven.)
you close your eyes, trying to get some rest again despite half that week you spent in the hospital consisted of you sleeping when lloyd wasn’t (excusing himself to do something work related–not that you’d known him to be employed at the moment). the soft blankets, now warmed by the gentle sun seeping into your room, call you to fall asleep. and you comply wordlessly, willingly.
until there was a knock on your door and a call of your name.
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