#they refuse to listen to their Heart because of his sickness but they bear the same exact sickness inside them. can anyone hear me.

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Don't mind me, just jumping into your asks. 😄

I had an idea/prompt for you! (Obviously you don't have to write it.) OT8 x fem is preferred but please, go nuts!! Thank you!!

*p.s. I am addicted to your writing works. I can't wait to see what you come up with!*

"His/their arms did what her sleeping pills couldn't."

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝

Warning: Angst/comfort/fluff

Summary: Request!

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"Have you been sleeping?" Felix asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the kitchen. They were enjoying an afternoon snack that Leeknow had prepared for them after classes—a simple spread of sandwiches and fruit, but it felt warm and cozy.

Y/N sighed, taking a slow bite of the sandwich she was holding. If it weren’t for Lee Know insisting she eat something, she would probably be passed out from exhaustion by now. The weight of late-night studying and looming deadlines pressed down on her.

"Yes, I have. Just a lot of studying to do," she lied, trying to sound convincing.

"Hm? Are you sure?" Felix pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew her too well to buy into her facade.

"Yes, Felix, now drop it," she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Felix's face fell, and he pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in that adorable way that always made her heart soften.

"I was just asking. I didn’t mean to upset you—"

"Well, you are, so just leave me alone," she retorted, frustration spilling over. She knew she wasn’t angry at him; it was just that the exhaustion and irritability were clouding her thoughts. She hated taking it out on him.

"Fine," he replied, his expression clouding over as he frowned again. He stood up slowly, taking his plate with him, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

As he left, Y/N felt a pang of guilt settle in her stomach. She knew she needed to let him in, but right now, the weight of her fatigue felt like too much to bear.

She let out another frustrated sigh before putting away her empty plate and trudging toward her room, but she was soon interrupted by Seungmin, who playfully pulled her to the couch.

"Can you just listen to this?" he pleaded, handing her an AirPod. She sighed again, knowing she had just snapped at Felix and didn’t want to take her frustration out on anyone else.

"Y/N?" Seungmin called, snapping her out of her thoughts. She realized she had totally zoned out and barely heard the demo of the song he was working on.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

A pang of guilt washed over her, but she decided to lie again. "Yes, I did. It's amazing, Seungmin," she replied with a strained smile, handing him back the AirPod.

"That’s it?" he asked, looking confused. "Usually, you give me more details on where I can improve," he pouted, crossing his arms.

"W-well, maybe it’s just perfect, okay? Can we do this later, Seungmin? I promise I'll give you my full attention," Y/N begged. Her body ached, her head thumped like a bass drum, and her eyes felt like they were on fire. She could hardly keep herself upright.

"Are you sick? You look awful," Seungmin remarked, reaching out to check her forehead.

"Geez! Thanks. Means a lot," she grumbled, snatching her backpack and turning to leave.

"That's not what I meant—Y/N—wait!" But she was already in the hallway, refusing to look back.

It was as if the universe conspired against her because just as she was about to walk into her room, she was unexpectedly pulled into Hyunjin’s room.

"There you are! My favorite girl!" Hyunjin beamed, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "How was school?"

Horrible. Disgusting. Tiring. Frustrating.

"Good," she replied flatly, forcing a smile.

"Great! So can I borrow you for tonight?" he asked, spinning her around and playfully carrying her toward the bed.

"Hyunjin..." she sighed, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I really wish we could go to the gallery, but I'm swamped with studying and—"

"Hey, baby!" Changbin interrupted, bursting into the room. "I was looking for you. Sorry to interrupt, but are we still on for the gym in 30?" His words hit her like a ton of bricks. She had totally forgotten!

Why does everyone want something from me today? she thought, feeling overwhelmed.

"Binnie..." she sighed again, tears welling in her eyes.

"God, I’m the worst girlfriend ever!" she huffed, her emotions boiling over. Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the room and rushed to her own, knowing better than to lock it—Chan’s rules, after all.

She decided to lock her door and take a breather from everything. It wasn’t long before Changbin and Hyunjin knocked, but there was no response.

"Do you know what’s going on?" Changbin whispered to Hyunjin, concern on his face.

"No idea… maybe we should give her some space?" Hyunjin suggested, though neither wanted to leave her alone. They knew how she could shut down during tough times.

"I'll text Leeknow," Changbin decided, and they headed to the living room.

Meanwhile, Y/N felt overwhelmed. The pressure of school and her relationships weighed heavily on her. She tried to take a nap to recharge for the evening with her boyfriends, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind raced with thoughts of assignments, exams, and the expectations she felt from everyone around her.

"Forget this..." she whispered, pushing herself up and deciding to study instead. She shuffled to her desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes. Despite her exhaustion and the tears threatening to spill, she forced herself to focus on the pages in front of her.

Time slipped away, and she lost track of how long she had been studying when a loud knock startled her. "Y/N? You know I don’t like it when people lock doors," Chan called from outside, his voice a mix of concern and gentle authority.

It was 8:57, and she rubbed her eyes before reluctantly unlocking the door.

There stood Chan, looking concerned. Was he going to scold her?

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly, stepping inside.

She managed a small smile as he wrapped her in a warm hug. It felt so comforting that it made her wonder why she had been short with those she cared about. The weight of the world seemed to lift for a moment as she leaned into him.

"Channie... I’m so tired," she whispered into his shoulder.

"I know baby, shhh, it’s okay," he soothed, laying them both on the bed. He glanced around the room, noticing scattered books and an almost empty container of sleeping pills.

"Having trouble sleeping again?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"Mmhm," she sniffled.

"How long?" he continued, rubbing her back gently.

"Eight days..." she admitted, feeling shame wash over her.

"Eight days?!" he exclaimed, shocked that she was even functioning.

"I was going to tell one of you, but we’re all stressed with exams, and you have your comeback soon. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it," she cried, her voice breaking.

Chan let out a frustrated sigh. He cared deeply; that much was clear.

"What did I say about thinking for others?" he gently scolded. "What if I wasn’t busy? You can’t decide for me or the others when we’re available. Eight days isn’t healthy, and if I tell Leeknow, he’ll worry."

She lets out a whimper as the memory of how the last visit went. She had to be hooked up to many machines and monitors each monitoring her sleeping and to see what was wrong. She was exhausted for 12 hours straight in the hospital. "I’m sorry, please don’t tell him."

"Only if you promise to come to me whenever you’re struggling, okay?" he said, kissing her forehead and picking up the nearly empty container of pills. "How many have you taken? Are they not working?"

"It doesn’t work," she admitted, burying her head into his shoulder, feeling ashamed. "I tried taking three each night—"

"Three?! No way, Y/N, that’s not good for you, Please tell me you don’t feel sick."

"I don’t; I just feel cranky."

"Is that why you snapped at Felix?" he asked gently.

"Y-yeah. I should apologize to him," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Hey, look at me," he said softly, kissing her cheek. "I know it gets tiring, but you have to communicate, okay? Wash up, and we can watch a movie downstairs. The boys are worried. Han's about to lose it. He's about to escape the restraints Leeknow put on him."

"Oh no," she giggled for the first time in a while. "Not time out!"

"I missed that smile," he said gripping at her waist.

"I thought I had to wash up?" she teased, feeling a bit lighter.

"Yah! Is it wrong to love my girlfriend? I already have to share you with those 7 idiots, Let me enjoy this," Chan said dramatically, pulling her close. He let her straddle his lap and both their core's lightly touched one another.

Another giggle escaped her lips as she leaned in for a quick kiss, feeling warmth spread through her despite her lingering exhaustion.

It did indeed take her longer to enter the shower, mainly because Chan was so committed to making her feel good. Basically she got the best head of her life. When she finally made her way downstairs to the theater, she was immediately tackled by Han, who showered her with kisses.

"I'm so sorry I didn't notice you felt this way! I should have paid more attention. I love you. Do you love me?" he exclaimed, his voice full of concern and affection.

"I love you, Han, and it isn’t your fault. I promise, bub," she replied, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Changbin, who was nearby, chimed in, "I’m sorry for pushing you earlier, babe," as he handed her a takeout plate, realizing Han wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

"You don’t need to apologize, love. I should be the one apologizing for not communicating and just shutting down. I hope you all can forgive me; I haven’t been the best partner," she confessed, her voice a bit shaky.

"Oh hush!" Hyunjin interjected with a warm smile before giving her a kiss on the forehead and heading to his seat. "No need to apologize; we all have our moments."

"Yeah, he’s right. Totally forgotten," Seungmin added, snuggling into Hyunjin's side, a comfortable warmth radiating between them.

She turned to Felix, her heart racing a bit as she hoped he wasn’t angry. "Lix?"

"I could never be mad at you," he said softly, climbing by her side and planting gentle kisses on her cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, feeling her heart swell with gratitude.

The rest of the night was filled with lighthearted conversations and a movie. Everyone eventually drifted off to sleep, and she felt a profound sense of peace wash over her.

"Come on," Chan whispered, gently pulling her out of I.N and Han's grip. They let out little whines but soon settled back into slumber. She crawled onto Chan's lap, and he whispered soothing words to her while rubbing her back.

"Remember to always find me when your lost."

This was her happy place. As her eyes began to close and her breathing evened out, Chan placed a tender kiss on her forehead and held her close, ready to keep her safe until she woke up.

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YES. YES. YES. YES

LIKE OK BEING SERIOUS EVERYONE DOES MIND APOLOGIA FUCKING ‘he’s the logical side and he’s never wrong’ BULLSHIT WHERE ARE THE JUNO APOLOGISTS. WHERE ARE THEY. FUCK! NO ONE SEES IT THROUGH HIS POINT OF VIEW. IT’S EITHER MIND OR SOUL THAT’S RIGHT. NEVER HIM. FOR HIS ONE MISTAKE HE WAS IMMEDIATELY CAST ASIDE. OPINION STRINGING THROUGH MIND AND SOUL OUT TO THE FANDOM. THE IGNORED DISREGARDED THIRD. FUCK!!!!

NO THIS IS TRUE ACTUALLY. TWIGGY KILL THEM!!!

[sunlitlemonade]

From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows:

the kick drop n. the moment you wake up from an immersive dream and have to abruptly recalibrate to the real world—unquitting your job, falling right back out of love, reburying your lost loved ones. In American football, the drop kick is when a player drops the ball and kicks it as it bounces off the ground, used as a method of restarting play.

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16th August. 8:45 pm. 

“There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Cass stands beside him, silent and patient. 

“Happy birthday, kid,” he says and chokes on it, the unerasable love, the still-festering guilt. He closes his eyes for a second. 

Haltingly, which is uncharacteristic, Cass speaks to fill the heavy air. “No one talks about him. All I know is… he was the second Robin. And that the Joker ki—”

He cuts her off, the words an unnecessary reminder. The wound is ever-present and dear and he pokes at it like he can’t bear for it to heal. On this day though, every year since his passing, he shoves his hand inside and parses his fingers out with blood and the remains of his mangled heart trailing behind. 

“He would have been eighteen today. He loved cars and girls and getting into fights…. Neapolitan ice-cream and the colour green,” he pauses, gathering meagre strength. “And most of all he loved the thrill of being Robin.”

Robin gives me magic! 

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16th August. 9 pm. 

Alfred sets dinner. Cass insists on helping. Alfred refuses. Cass doesn’t listen. 

He sits and watches. 

Finally they settle down and eat. He barely manages to stomach it. 

This is a spiral he knows well, he has memorised every curve. He knows exactly how deep he has managed to reach. 

He knows he can go far lower.

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16th August. 9:25 pm.

The bedroom’s air is stale. He’s hardly spent much time here in the past week. He sees how quickly things grow old, how easily the air shrinks in a space closed-off and forgotten. 

His feet take him to his [dead] son’s room. [Dead. He’s dead. He died three years ago. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s—]

He doesn’t open the door. He goes back to his room, shuts the door behind him. 

—

He wakes up to a pleasantly sunny day. He stretches luxuriously and hears footsteps bound up the stairs. It’s Tim. 

He pounds at the door and tells him to “Rise and shine!”. Before Bruce can answer, the door is thrown wide open and Ace bounds in, jumping on the bed like he owns it. First, he slobbers all over Bruce’s face with his tongue. Then, he sits back and looks at him expectantly. 

Absent-mindedly scratching him behind his ears, he raises a brow at Tim, who’s leaning against the threshold. “Good morning. You’re supposed to be at school.”

“And you were supposed to drop me off before your meeting today.”

…. He did promise that, didn’t he? He sighs and shoots him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry—”

Tim waves it off with a flippant gesture. “Oh, it’s fine. We had a presentation today, I’m glad I could skip. I had nothing ready.”

“Tim.” 

“What? I was busy, alright? Anyways, I’m grievously sick and Mrs. Wilkins feels bad for me so I have an extension.”

“Maybe you should use that time to complete your work instead of terrorising me.”

“I’m holding you accountable. You were the one supposed to be dropping me off!”

“Why didn’t you ask Jason?”

“He said he had to pick up Rena on his way to college and if he took a detour to drop me off he would be late.”

“That’s fair.”

“Want to know why I had to resort to even asking him? Take a wild guess.”

He sighs again. “Because I didn’t drop you off. I’m sorry, it was a really hectic day yesterday. We could get some donuts together later?”

“Hmm. Ace, come on, boy. Come here.”

“Where are you both going?”

“For a morning walk.”

“It’s eleven. It’s sunny.” 

“A midday walk then,” Tim replies, undeterred. “Besides, some sunshine once in a while might do you good.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Tim’s face scrunches up with barely concealed offence. “Hey! We don’t get any sunlight here as it is and I have time to kill today—”

“Untrue. You have pending work—”

His volume picks up to support the thin veil of ignorance and procrastination. “SO! I will be walking Ace today. Right now. Your meeting is in twenty minutes.”

“Fuck.” He could dump it on Lucius. He hears Ace’s excited barks as Tim takes him down the stairs. He has already failed at being an adult today. 

He fumbles into the meeting nearly an hour late and throws an airheaded smile to the room. It’s long, it’s boring, he signed up for it.  

By the time he gets back home it’s late in the evening. Talia is back too after a day of browsing gowns to dazzle every guest at Dick’s upcoming wedding. She presses her smile against the corner of his mouth and Bruce chases after it like he doesn’t get to kiss her everyday. 

“Found a dress?”

“I’m getting it custom-made.”

Of course she was. Thorny as her relationship with Dick was, Talia had taken to the preparations like a particularly invested fairy godmother pulling ideas, locations, caterers and gods knew what else from all around the world. So far, they had settled on New York (because Dick insisted), though they didn’t have the venue decided just yet, and a baker known for crafting beautiful cakes. 

They still had months to go but Talia wasn’t one to budge. She thought Bruce and Tim needed something better to wear for the reception whereas wholeheartedly approved of whatever Jason had decided upon. He had told her it was favouritism. She had only smiled and said Jason had good taste. 

He pulls her into a proper hug, sighing against her neck. Her nails scratch against his scalp slightly when her fingers sift through his hair. He presses her closer wanting to melt into one, they fit so perfectly. The rose brooch pin holding her dress together at her shoulder digs into his chest though and he pulls back. Sometimes being too close hurts. 

She kisses him once more before calling out to Cass, who was walking past making a mock gagging gesture, and steering her towards the staircase. 

Alfred passes by behind him and Bruce turns around to see him opening the doors for Jason. He spots the red convertible that's his son’s favourite parked near the fountain. 

Windswept curls and flushed cheeks, bright eyes and an even brighter smile. Bruce’s heart squeezes with affection so dangerously hard that he risks his ribs folding in on themselves. 

“Hey, old man.”

His smile is too large and loopy, he knows it. He can’t help it. “Jay.”

Hands shoved in his green jacket's pocket, Jason gets closer and his smile blooms into a grin to match Bruce’s own. “What’s got you smiling?”

“Nothing.”

A raised brow. He was so much like Bruce but only the best parts. Bruce couldn’t be more thankful. 

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” Bruce insists to avoid being called a sap. “How was college today?”

He started only a month back and had been loving it so far. Bruce still asked whenever he could because he couldn’t help but fret. 

Jason rolls his eyes but it’s half-hearted. “Good,” he says, then adds, “I went out with Rena after class.”

“Oh? Where?”

“Ah, well, we were only hanging out, got some ice-cream.”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Dad.”

His heart skips a giddy beat. Dad. 

“What? I’m happy for you.” It's a feeble act of innocence and Jason is obviously unimpressed by it. 

“She’s just a friend.”

“Yet you mention her without me having to prompt you.”

And oh, the grumpy pout on his face at that. His spitfire of a son could be the sweetest. 

“I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

A sardonic smile. “Sure. That’s helpful. Thanks.” 

“Listen, I don’t know how I got here either.”

“Talia pitied you.” 

Bruce ruffles his bedhead. “Brat.”

“You know it’s true.”

Bruce sighs. It seems like parents do a lot of sighing. “It is.” 

“Now that this is settled,” Alfred cuts in, “could you both make your way to the living room of the West Wing’s first floor? Master Timothy says it is movie night. Food will be served there.” 

Alfred hated having them eat anywhere that wasn’t the dining table. Tim must have practised puppy dog eyes. 

They reach the room and Jason immediately pushes Tim off the couch. Draping his lanky frame over the cushions, he grins down at his brother. Tim scowls at him. Jason nonchalantly toes his shoes off and lets them drop over the armrest’s side. Tim opens his mouth, undoubtedly about to start a fight when Bruce cuts in. 

“Tim.”

His son whips his face to him, an accusatory finger pointed at his older, unrepentant brother. Bruce smoothly makes his way to the couch, lifts Jason’s legs, plops down to slouch into the soft material and lets his legs fall over his lap. 

Tim’s jaw drops open. “Did you see—”

“Some trusted sources have informed me that you haven’t completed your work yet.”

“I have! Almost. I just need to cite my sources and shit—”

“Language.”

“It’s almost done. Did you not just see what he did?”

“I did and I think you deserve it after last week’s prank.”

“.... In my defence, that was funny. To me,” comes the petulant reply. 

“So was this. To me,” Bruce throws back, just as unapologetic. 

Jason’s shit-eating grin only widens as Tim accepts defeat and curls up at Bruce’s feet, letting his head rest against his thigh distractedly. He immediately recoils and glares at Jason. 

“You have smelly feet.”

Jason’s response is stretching his leg a bit further to bring his toes closer to Tim’s face. The younger boy gets up in annoyance and throws himself on the beanbag near the couch. “Keep…. those things away from me. Ugh.” 

Talia arrives with Cass and Jason instantly retracts his legs from his lap and straightens up to make space for them. Talia sits beside him while Cass occupies the other beanbag. 

This close, Bruce can see the way his eyes almost crinkle shut when he dimples at Talia. They talk in soft tones, discussing the colour of tablecloths and balloons and “oh, there has to be blue”. 

The movie starts and they quieten. Chatter picks up again because “that’s absolute nonsense!” and “shut up, bro, it’s not that deep”. Jason says something crass in return and Talia lets out a startled, full-bellied laugh before she swats his head and tells him to behave. 

He gets to have this. 

Time gets blurry at the edges like a long-forgotten song. At some undetermined time the movie is paused so everyone can carry plates full of food to the room and drag Alfred to watch the movie with them. Some undetermined time later Cass falls asleep and Tim gets up to fetch one of the blankets thrown over a chair pushed into the corner. He doesn’t take his eyes off the movie for a second, it’s a talent. Bruce motions for him to bring another along with him, noticing Jason's half-lidded eyes. 

Sure enough, his blinks get slower and slower. He snuggles into his side and even as he’s a little taller, if thinner, he makes it work somehow. Bruce rests an arm around him and watches his eyes droop shut. Summer has made his freckles reappear.  

Talia smiles when she catches his eyes over their son’s head. She covers him in the blanket Tim had gotten for them and refocuses on the movie. 

Jason’s warm breath ghosts over his clavicle, his curls brushing against his neck. He smells like the citrus shampoo Dick had recommended to them all. Bruce rubs his back soothingly, feeling his lips curve up with something bubbly in his chest.

The movie ends. Everyone on the screen is tearful but happy. 

Tim is sleepy too and Talia gently rouses Cass to take them both to their bedrooms. 

“Hey, Jay,” he whispers against his temple. “Hey, wake up.”

Jason doesn’t move.

“Jay? Wake up, buddy. Movie’s over.”

Jason doesn’t wake up.

There’s blood on his temple. Bruce pulls back. 

He wasn’t mistaken. There is actually blood sliding down to the knob of his jaw. 

He cups his face and shakes him. 

“Jay? Jason! Jason?” another hard shake. “Jason, please.” 

He stretches the soft skin under his eye to check his eyes, not knowing what to do. It’s not the perfect blue of a June sky. It’s glassy. 

He stands up to pick him up and notices, for the first time, that it’s not a blanket. It’s a cape, it’s a shroud. 

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17th August. 4:17 am. 

Bruce palms are clammy. He picks his head up from the messy desk. The computer screen has gone blank. His bed remains undisturbed. 

There’s not even the ticking of a clock to keep him company, just the subtle white noise of the air conditioning unit. Heartbeat in his ears, breathe out of his lungs, he rises shakily. 

In the bathroom, he picks up the citrusy shampoo and puts it in the dustbin. He smashes his fist against the shower’s glass cubicle and kneels down with a bloody hand. 

[the entire thing is inspired by batman #790 (1937) also note that this is bruce's version of a perfect world, not mine. dick has commitment issues in my head & brutalia is best left at something melancholic & haunting. that's about it? happy birthday, jason! wish i had something about you but instead you ended up being a ghost for your dad here.... maybe i'll have something better cooked up next year? <3]

[deepestnightcolor]

If you haven’t gotten sick of writing Sam fics I would love some headcanons with a little plot of him x a kind of stoic/shy reader who’s into music like him ☺️☺️ maybe a platonic to huge crushing on his end?? (Ofc mutual pining though, because who doesn’t love Sam?? 💕💕)

ᴀ/ɴ: HEHEHE, okay, this was also so fun to write. I love oblivious Sam, okay? I hope you can enjoy this one - it turned out much longer than I wanted it to, whoops! Thank you so much for your time and request, love!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1301 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, just fluff.

☾ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ☽

You were stoic – always had been. Not that you weren’t friendly, no, quite the opposite! You were a person with a heart of gold, Granny Evelyn would say. Always listening to people with great interest and concern, taking on every request on the blackboard, never missing a birthday. It was just that nobody had ever heard you speak more than three words in a row and avoided any and all eye contact; no one had ever seen you laugh or…show any emotion, really. However, that didn’t mean that Sam didn’t find you absolutely and wholeheartedly adorable. He had already tried to pick up a conversation with you more than once but had always been left with the realization that you abruptly stopped speaking after forcing out three words, only humming from then on out. Sam had realized that you liked music about two seasons in – by accident, really. He had seen you standing in front of his window as he played his bass, bobbing your head to the gentle music that sneaked out of his room. However, once you had realized that you had been caught, you looked like a deer in headlight, turning on your heel and abandoning whatever it was that you had been doing. Once the blond had been tasked to bring you some of the crispy bass his mother had made and found you sitting on the front porch, playing an ukulele and singing a quiet tune. It had been drenched in melancholy, and if Sam wasn’t entirely incorrect, one of yearning. He had struggled to step into your field of view, something inside of him refusing to force this moment to end. Yet he had sensed it carried some sort of intimacy; one that you weren’t ready to share. But Yoba did his heart pound for you – his blood was rushing so loud in his ears that he was sure it could have created its own orchestra. He had been especially loud as he entered your property, even going through the trouble of pulling his oversized headphones from his head, pretending he hadn’t ever heard a thing. “The ukulele,” he murmured upon seeing your deer-in-headlights look, “I like it. Like a mini-guitar.” You looked at the instrument that was still in your hands, then looked back up at Sam. And for the first time, Sam actually saw you smile and was addicted.

Sam decided that your shared love for music could be a possibility to build a bridge between the two of you. His attempts were simple at first, opening his window whenever he would play the bass. Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of you, smiling to yourself as you listened to the piece he played.

Sam would try to figure out your favourite songs. Watching you in the saloon and how you reacted to the different records that played. It would take him a while to figure out that when you tapped both your foot and nodded your head meant that you liked the song a lot. He would be quick to take a note, which would lead to his friends affectionately teasing him about carrying a notebook around with him.

Whenever Sam knew you would be around to hear, he would play the tunes that seemed to be your favourites. And really, at times, they would bear fruit with you smiling up at him, not clapping lightly instead of running away. He would give you a thumbs up, heart leaping in his throat at the realization that he had made you smile again.

Once, after he had written a song late at night, he took a walk around town. As he passed your farm, he could hear the ukulele again. Almost shyly he would enter your farm, waiting for you to shoo him away. When you would smile at him, he would come closer. “I liked that. What song is it?” He would ask, hands crossed behind his back. “Wrote it myself,” you’d tell him, adding, as if you had always spoken more than three words, “for someone.” Sam’s brows would furrow at that – because it had sounded a little like a love song.

Sam would decide that he would like to hear your opinion on one of his songs, given that you had shared one with him. He would tape the paper to the side of his house just beneath the window and hoped you would see it on your daily stroll through town. His face would flush with redness when he found the note that had been placed next to the paper reading: “Nice. Sing it for me once?”

And he would sing it for you, standing in front of his house. This felt too personal to be separated by a wall, he would find. And really, you would sit down in front of him, and Sam felt like he was playing in front of way too many people in a way too crowded room. But the way your eyes would sparkle at him, the way you would tenderly smile, it would give him the energy to give his best.

The next morning, he would find a paper taped to his window and find a song that had been jotted down in your handwriting. He would read through the lines, brows again furrowing as he realized that it talked about a man and a lyrical self that yearned for his attention, but just couldn’t find the words.

He would take the note back to your farm and would tape it to the wall with the words “Nice. Sing it for me once?” scribbled on a note placed next to it.

He would feel anxious all day, checking beneath his window for a new note what felt like every five minutes. He would be so nervous, speeding up and down in his room, sitting down at his desk to write, just to jump up again.

When you finally would get back to him, he would be in complete awe as you sing, staring at you like an angel in disguise of a farmer. “And?” You would ask. “That was…wow. Thank you.” There wasn’t more to be said; he would be at a loss for words.

Sam would try to get you to sing with him every now and then, but you would just smile at him. “Once you figure out who my songs are about.”

Ever since, Sam would listen even more closely to you. Trying to find clues in everything.

He would try luring you out of your shell even more by writing more heartfelt songs as well, but you would simply smile at him instead of dropping more hints.

At some point, Sam would whine to Sebastian, telling him about some lyrics. The less private ones, of course, and he would make Seb swear on his bike that he wouldn’t tell a soul. “Sounds like you, doesn’t it,” Sebastian would say, without even looking away from the screen of his computer. When he finally did, he would notice that Sam had long vanished from the spot on the couch, already on his way to the farm.

“Are the songs about me?” Sam would yap, all breathless as he would stare at you with doe eyes, and it would be the first time he would hear you laugh. It wouldn’t be loud and all-consuming like he had expected, but gentle and filling. “Fuck, I really thought I would make a lyric like “I really like you, Sam.” I began running out of ideas.”

Sam would stare at you, before hugging you tightly to his chest. It wouldn’t surprise him that you returned the hug, and it wouldn’t put any shame on him that you would be able to hear his thundering heart, playing its very own song for you.

[demiesworld]

Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

[futurecorps3]

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬

Masterlist<3

Summary: YEARNING WITH A READER HES ABLE TO TOUCH. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of Kaz's touch aversion, death, slight OOC Kaz but I think only if you squint like he's a softie with Y/N and Y/N only. Let me know if I missed any!!! Word Count: 2.3K Requested: I guess? @kaldurahms-lover

A/N: The user tagged posted a general request to us Kaz fic writers. The concept follows the line of how our boy would need TOUCH from an s/o who he has known from before JorDIE died. Bestie I hope you like it and you don't mind I used fem!reader (I can change it if it IS an issue). I haven't started and I'm already excited about this piece being posted!!! Mwah hope I did justice to the concept.

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Kaz didn't really know what it was. Maybe it was the weather, too warm for Ketterdam, or the way he was sweating under his gloves. Maybe it was how loud Nina and Jesper were being, too tipsy to care for the volume of their laughs, or how the last job had gone well even when they didn't follow the plan he traced. Maybe he just missed her.

Who was he kidding? Of course he missed her. Y/N had been gone two weeks on a little trip to Novyi Zem to pick up a shipment and get information from financial records kept in one of the properties belonging to their next target. He really tried getting his seller to deliver directly to Ketterdam, but they said it would be too much trouble. Y/N, kind as always, convinced Kaz offered to do both tasks.

And he missed her. The others could tell. The grumpy mood the bastard carried himself with had been even grumpier in the last couple of days and they all knew well what was going on, but decided against prying because he'd never admit it. They couldn't really blame him. After all, his girl was the only one who seemed to melt that inaccessible boy.

They found each other in akin situations; lost kids in a new city, all on their own and with the foolish dream of making a life with nothing but honest intentions and a kind heart. The boy could still remember those pretty watery eyes looking up at his brother with fear, fear of him being another person ready to hurt her. Instead, he made a silent promise to himself to always protect her, to never let anyone hurt her again.

Little did that boy knew he could not keep that promise, not for her, not for himself. He thought fondly at that memory, though. An image close to his heart that made him wonder that maybe he wasn't such a horrible person. Blame it on the innate capacity of kids to feel empathy towards virtually any living thing.

When Jordie died, Kaz was ruined. He felt like he had lost a part of himself, and he didn't know how to go on without his brother. He was consumed by grief and anger, early in age, and pushed Y/N far away from him. But Y/N didn't give up on him.

She knew how much he was hurting, and she refused to let him suffer alone. She was patient with him, giving him the space he needed to grieve, but also letting him know that she was there for him whenever he was ready to talk.

One day, as they were walking through the streets of Ketterdam, Kaz finally opened up to Y/N. He told her everything he had been feeling since Jordie died, the anger, the guilt, and most importantly, the emptiness. And as he spoke, Y/N listened, never judging him, but always offering a kind word or a gentle touch. A touch that did not bother him in the slightest.

Her hands didn't make him feel sick like the ones from officers in the Stadwatch. He realized that he could bear it, and even better, savor it. As they sat in that alley all those years ago, sharing a piece of bread and a dream of a better life, Kaz knew that he had found something special in Y/N. He had found someone who understood him, who accepted him for who he was, and who believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself.

And he knew that he would never let her go. No matter what challenges they faced in the future, no matter how dark the world around them became, Kaz would always have Y/N by his side, just as she had always had his. Together, they would face anything that came their way, because that was what they had always done. They were lost kids in a new city, but they had found each other, and that was all that mattered.

With time, he saw Y/N under a new light. Kaz admired the girl for her capacity to take the best out of situations while remaining conscious of how awful things could get. Her tenderness and bliss seemed to come from a bottomless pit, while his had run dry a long time ago.

It's okay, she had enough to spare for the both of them. Feelings developed, conflict ensued, and after three years of the perilous path of love, they became official. Kaz wouldn't have it any other way and Saint's know Y/N wouldn't either. They loved each other like only two young kids in love could; raw, endlessly.

And that's why Y/N's letter saying she needed more time to collect information had the barrel's bastard all sulky. He needed her embrace, and he needed it now. The more he thought about it, the less probable it seemed for him to be able to hold on a few more days.

"You okay, boss?"

Now, Jesper knew the answer to his question, and he knew why Brekker wasn't doing okay, but he was no expert on how to handle these types of situations, and it seemed like the right thing to ask. As far as Kaz goes, well, he had no idea when the zemeni boy had left his place next to Nina to walk all the way to him. He was too busy thinking about her, as he had been for the past two weeks.

No response came from him. Then a sigh from Jesper. "She'll be back soon, she's okay, Kaz. Turn that terrifying frown into the normal one, you're scaring the piggeons more than we want to". The frustration he felt seemed almost unreasonable; he gave her the job knowing exactly the implications it entailed, so why was he so needy? There was patience in any action of his, but he couldn't control how much he wanted a kiss from his lover at the moment.

To some, it might be cute. To him, it was thoroughly infuriating. "Get a hold of yourself. She'll be back soon, no need to get all mad about something that only time will fix", he thought to himself over and over again in that hot afternoon as he laid on a white blowy blouse in his room trying to go to sleep so time would somehow be faster since burying himself in paperwork and plotting hadn't worked.

With a deep sigh, Kaz closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. He knew that he had to get a grip on himself and not let his emotions get the best of him. Y/N would be back soon enough, and until then, he would have to be patient and wait for her return. And so, he lay there, trying to calm his racing thoughts and steady his beating heart, until finally, he drifted off to sleep.

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First thing he heard was a soft hum. A too familiar song coming from a sweet voice in the bathroom. Was he so out of control he was now dreaming of Y/N returning? What love does to a man... The sun prickling his skin felt too real, the sweat on his bare hands ran freshly, tickling him ever so slightly.

He sat up quickly, his heart pounding with excitement. Had she returned early from her trip? He got out of bed and walked towards the door carefully, his bare footsteps echoing delicately on the wooden floor. As he opened the door a bit wider, he saw her standing in front of the mirror. Y/N's eyes met his, hers sparkling with a well-known happiness.

"Hi" she dared to say. Saints! She had no idea what an agony it had been without her, right? Kaz felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. She looked radiant, with her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed from the heat outside. A long walk from the docks, surely. Had he been awake and aware of her early return, he would've walked her back to the Slat with an umbrella to shield both of them from the suffocating light.

"Hello" he mumbled, still a little dazed from sleep. Y/N smiled and stepped closer to him. "I missed you," she said simply, reaching out to take his hand. Kaz felt a surge of emotion wash over him, and he knew in that moment that she had missed him just as much. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him as he breathed in the scent of her hair. It was the same from before she left, just a little saltier.

For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped up in each other, savoring the feeling of being together once more.

Finally, Y/N pulled back and looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips. "I brought you something," she said, pulling away and shuffling through her bag before humming contently, pulling and holding out a small box.

Kaz took the package and opened it to reveal a delicate silver necklace, with a tiny crow charm dangling from it. He looked up at her, surprised and touched by the gesture. "Y-you don't have to wear it-" "It's beautiful," he said softly, handing it over to her as she carefully placed it around his neck with a content smile.

They both knew it would remain hidden under the various layers of clothing he wore on cooler days (or even the hotter ones such as this), but knowing it was there was enough.

"Looks pretty" Y/N beamed, tracing her fingers down his half-exposed chest and pulling him in for a hug from the waist. "I missed you so much," he confessed, feeling the commotion inside of him finally subside under her touch. "I missed you too much, never let me go away for that long again... no matter how stubborn I get".

Kaz felt his mouth turn up in a grin, almost letting out a giggle. "Never," He looked down at her briefly and found her looking at him already, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "don't think I could bear it".

As the heat of the afternoon persisted, Kaz and Y/N found themselves seeking refuge in the relative coolness of Kaz's bedroom. They lay on the bed together, cuddled up over the white sheets, with Kaz's arm wrapped tightly around Y/N's waist. Despite the warmth of the day, Kaz felt a chill run through him at the touch of Y/N's skin against his.

As they lay there, Kaz felt a sense of peace wash over him. He had spent so much of his life chasing after money and power, but now, in this moment, he realized that his number one priority was something much simpler: the warmth and love of the person he cared about most in the world.

Y/N shifted slightly in his arms, and Kaz tightened his grip on her. He could feel her breathing softly against his chest, and he knew that he would never tire of this feeling.

"I've been more... difficult than usual. Even Matthias got alarmed," he murmured, his voice low and husky laced with amusement. Y/N looked up at him, giggling, her eyes filled with love. "It's okay," she said softly. "I missed you too."

Kaz smiled, feeling a sense of contentment that he had never experienced before. He knew that his life would always be filled with danger and uncertainty, but as long as he had Y/N by his side, he knew that he would be able to face anything. Just like when they were kids.

They lay there for a long time, just holding each other, lost in their own thoughts. And as the afternoon turned to evening, they drifted off to sleep, safe and content in each other's arms.

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☆ Thinking of Gaon as your boyfriend ☆

🧸Fluff head canons🧸

Gaon's love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation. I think he would also do acts of service but that would be more when you're feeling under the weather or sick.

At first he'd be nervous to ask for things even just cuddling but after dating for a while you would get cuddle attacks when he gets home after a long day.

He'd be a great listener, he'd just let you rant to him about anything really and he would either just listen or talk just as much.

As for the types of dates you'd go on he'd so do things like take you to the movies, get ice cream, coffee dates you know all very romantic stuff

Also I feel like he'd be the type of boyfriend to give you a little stuffed bear for your anniversary or Valentines day 🤧

When cuddling in bed Gaon would do things like play with your hair softly or hum until you fall asleep. I think he'd also rub your arm, or back a lot

When on your period he'd be the sweetest thing ever, getting you whatever you want when you want it as fast as possible. No questions asked.

Making breakfast together would be a common thing and usually becomes a kissing/cuddling session which results in burnt breakfast but it's just so worth it.

He loves movie night with the members because he steals a blanket for you and him so he can give you all of his attention instead of the movie.

Jiseok would also love to play songs for you on his guitar and would learn songs you love just to see your smile and get praised for his amazing talent.

As for the names he'd call you he'd come up with a Nickname for you but also use my love, baby, my angel etc

Bro would brag to the members about you all the time, talking about how much you love each other and rant about your dates

But when you're around he doesn't talk about you at all and when the other members bring it up Gaon refuses to admit it's true.

Playing with hair is a big thing in your relationship, he'd make you sit between his legs just to play with your hair and you'd do the same for him, often styling it in pigtails or little braids.

Stealing his hoodies/shirts would be such a blessing to him.

Seeing you wearing his shirt all baggy and nearly to your knees and covering your shorts just melts his heart.

Also giving you compliments when you might be feeling insecure is his number one goal as your Boyfriend

When wearing a bathing suit around him he'd notice your insecurity and would shower you in compliments.

♡Scenario ♡

"Want to go to the movies this weekend? I heard the new Mario movie is really good," Gaon said as he wrapped his arms around you and a cozy blanket. His hand then moved up to your head to pet your head and play with your hair.

"That sounds nice," you said half asleep with your eyes closed. Jiseok chuckled and just let you snuggle up in his arms as the campfire sounds played in the background from the TV. When Gaon realizes your asleep he'll take a picture of you, then take a selfie of the two of you and add it to his folder of photos of you <3

💫Spice head canons💫

Gaon is 100% a switch and no one can change my mind

He'd probably be extremely vocal as a bottom and probably as top honestly. Moans, grunts, whines, whimpers, begging everything Jiseok's got it.

He'd be pretty comfortable being sexual anywhere but he'd prefer to be at home.

He would definitely be the type of boyfriend that just wants to completely pleasure you. He'd get pleasure from pleasuring you.

I think Gaon would be a big fan of fingering honestly and he would KEEP HIS RINGS ON! Which is just 🤌 to me

If you were ever trying to muffle your moans or try to be quieter he would immediately tell you not to or else he would just stop what he's doing completely to punish you.

I don't think he'd be an aggressive dom. He'd be soft for the most part but if he happened to be more of a hard dom if you told him to stop he would INSTANTLY no questions asked.

I feel like giving oral would also be a skill of his and he'd love to tease you with it.

He'd also do little seductive things around the other members to see how'd you and them would react.

As a bottom he'd be a little brat, constantly whining and begging for what he wants but once you give it to him your ears would be blessed.

I think he'd also be into grabbing your hair, not to pull on it per se but just to grab it.

Praising you would be consistent too saying things like "You're so good to me,"

I don't think he'd be too interested in using names like "mommy" or "daddy" but if it made you happy he would happily call you mommy

As a top he'd just love to hear you say his name over and over and pull his hair.

As I mentioned earlier he gets pleasure from pleasuring you so if you don't cum well enough or moan loud enough you better be prepared for a round two.

And after you do cum well enough or moan enough he would praise the shit out of you.

I don't think he'd be into using toys, he would rather just use himself to satisfy you but if you wanted him to use something he would.

He would also leave marks everywhere on you, thighs, neck, arms, hips, waist, chest, shoulders like there is no way in hell your going to be able to cover every mark

Sending rather risky texts is also a habit of his when he's working but that was just his way of teasing the crap out of you to get you more riled up

You riding his thigh just makes him so hard. Like even just you asking to get off on his thigh would turn him on and when he sees a dark patch on his thigh he would just melt in satisfaction.

Lingerie would turn him on so much but after that it'd be discarded on the floor so there's not much sense in buying Lingerie just to turn him on.

~Scenario~

"Louder," Gaon demanded as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside you with his nimble fingers. You basically yelled his name and he smirked in satisfaction. He started to pick up the pace as his fingers went deeper inside you than you could ever imagine making you see stars. "There, there!" You begged him to keep going and he did as you asked. Your whole body tensed up and jerked at his every touch. You pulled his hair hard making him groan lowly.

"Jiseok, I think I'm gonna," you couldn't even get in a whole sentence without moaning or whimpering.

"It's okay, just cum on my hands," and just as he finished saying that you did just that. That would've been your third orgasmn on just his fingers. He slowly continued pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling them out. He observed the liquid that coated 4 of his fingers. He put his fingers together before pulling them apart again watching your arousal string his fingers together. He then put his fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them, moaning. After he had licked his fingers clean which turned you on for the 100th time tonight he said "so good"

•°○ after care○°•

Gaon would turn into such a sweetheart after sex

Tending to any areas that might have been hurt and making sure he didn't bite too hard/much

He would say over and over again "you did so good," or "your amazing baby"

He would ask if you wanted a bath and if you said yes he would prepare it immediately and get you new pajamas for the night, slippers, nice warm towel, a book anything you needed.

If you said no to the bath he'd ask to cuddle you and you'd fall asleep in his arms

The next day your hips were sure to be bruised and he'd sincerely apologize and you'd have to keep saying "it's okay" or "it's fine it was amazing last night"

He'd also casually cover up all of his millions of markings he left on you.

♤Scenario♤

"I love you so much," Gaon said softly as you snuggled into his arms. His fingers played with your hair and he kissed your forehead. "Would you like a bath my love?" He said looking down at you with sweet doe eyes.

"Yes please," you smiled at him. He got up and gave you his shirt to wear until he finished getting your bath ready. You sat there just remembering what had just happened. That was until Gaon came into the room.

"Your baths ready," he grinned widely. You went into the bathroom and found your phone, and a book on the side of the tub. Your house coat and fresh pajamas were hung up and the water had some bubble bath soap in it. You hugged Gaon and thanked him.

A/N: I will be doing this for every member! It will be posted in order of like my biases so Gaon is first obviously and then it'll be Junhan and Gunil etc

Thank you for reading!!!♡♡♡

[box4brains]

I’m sick af so what better time than to discuss headcanons about Trafalgar Law and his crew?!?

Warning ⚠️ will contain gruesome and disturbing things. Law canonically has a bit of a disturbing reputation an I like to keep it in mind for my HC… the OP world is an dystopian nightmare and it will be much more prominent because I will tone down the Saturday morning cartoons vibe that the story usually is told in.

Law has a very give-and-take stance on things in life. To him, for him to owe someone else something (like a favor or a debt of gratitude) is for him to owe them subservitude. And he will not stand for it. On the flip side, if someone owes him a debt or favor, he expects them to either pay it back in kind, or owe him servitude until such a time he feels like it’s been repaid.

Law has a extremely bland reaction to if people are dying, especially for a doctor. He generally doesn’t care if people around him dies or not (except if he cares about them) as he figures people will die, and if they don’t want to compensate him properly then who gives a shit. Despite this, if he was to stumble across someone or something terribly wounded, his first instinct is to save their life. In fact that’s how he ended up with the wast majority of his crew.

Law and the Heart pirates are one of very few pirate crews known for not making money through piracy, instead they make money by utilizing the black market to sell abortion-medicine and human organs and blood and other things. As Law has a policy to not use his medical services for money, most of the human stuff comes from payment from patients he’s helped. Most people don’t mind paying for their life (or the life of a loved one) with a kidney or a lung and Law’s all too happy to use a person’s desperation for his own gain.

Law cares little for his bounty, he does care extremely about his reputation though and will usually lean into his more terrifying rumors when dealing with people to intimidate them into submission.

In every port that the Heart pirates port in, Law will treat all the prostitutes free of charge. Not from the goodness of his heart, but because he knows his crew will likely visit them and rather than having to cure his crew repeatedly from sexual diseases, it’s easier for him to just go to the source. It also makes them like him and Law has gotten lots of useful information this way over the years. His crew also loves this because they usually get discounts and don’t have to worry about getting something nasty.

Law totally has a “safe sex” talk with his crew every time they get a new member. M/m, w/w, m/w, masturbation, you name it, he’s covered it (from a medical/safety pov). And yes, he had an entire section about “Why We Don’t Fuck Corpses”. It’s every bit as mortifying as it sounds and Law makes everyone listen to it, every time, not just the newest member/-s.

In fact, Law’s so rigorous in his monitoring of his crews health nobody has ever been sick. It’s a source of pride for Law, though he’d rather die than let anyone know that.

Law doesn’t hunt for food. He’ll fish and will kill animals if they stumble across him, but the act of hunting down something fleeing for its life turns his stomach and he refuses to do it.

Though never really said outright, Law loves clothes. He especially loves buying clothes and then using his powers to modify them to look exactly as he wants. After all, clothes bearing his jolly roger doesn’t exactly exist in stores.

Law got his first bounty because a world noble tracked him down and told Law he’d pay whatever he wanted as long as he cured him. Law - predictably- hates nobles and goes “sure, I can save you, but the price is your dick and balls” the nobleman obviously took great offense to that until Law reminds him he’s dealing with pirates and “should be down on all four licking his shoes in gratitude that’s all he’s asking for”. The nobleman died a couple of months later and Law’s first bounty was released shortly after.

Hakugan wears a mask at all times because his previous leader found him after he’d joined the Hearts and showed his face into a fire place and more or less burned his face off. Law gave him new eyes, lips and everything after he dealt with the minor crime lord. (Incidentally he told the man he was going to rip his spine out and beat him to death with it, which he did, though it was more like the blood loss actually killed him)

Law has a sadistic side, though it generally doesn’t rear its ugly head often. As Law generally doesn’t have a appetite for seeing suffering. He does like making people sweat and squirm though.

The darkest things Laws done to other people consists of;

killing Hakugans previous boss as mentioned above.

Killing the head of a criminal gang who specialized in organ harvesting because they killed a young teenage girl who reminded Law of Lamy, in retaliation Law strapped him to his own table and cut him open and started taking out organs and removing ribs and telling him different things about the human body as the bound and gagged man writhed in agony.

After learning that a man who he was working with planned to double-cross him, kidnapped the man and put one of the man’s own bombs in his stomach to make him do his bidding.

To get information about Punk Hazard Law cut up some of Doflamingos men, buried their bodies alive and came back the following day to see if they were willing to give him the information he wanted.

The above mentioned thing is why the Hearts are terrified of their captain. Don’t get me wrong, they absolutely love and adore him, but to the crew he’s kinda like the ultimate scary dog privilege.

Law has a love for all things cute and fluffy, but his sense of humor is more on the morbid side.

Law has reading glasses, he generally only wears them when studying thick medical journals, so only 5 people knows and has seen him wear them.

Law has an amazing memory, extremely high IQ, but has a really low “social IQ”, which makes him great at being cold and calculating but is incredibly socially awkward if he doesn’t have a plan to follow.

Law was never really into the whole “human contact” thing as a child, something his family respected, but it reached new highs after the destruction of White Town and Law escaping by hiding under a pile of bodies. Law feeling other bodies pressed against him will never not make his skin crawl, the only exception to this is Bepo.

There! I think that’s enough brain vomit lol

I think the fever has gone down a bit, but I apologize if… actually, I’ll just apologize, full stop. 😅

[kiankiwi]

A Stomach Bug for the History Books (A bit gross):

Summary: You have a really bad stomach bug while Elvis has to play a show. You end up getting worse halfway through so Elvis storms off, fights with the Colonel to take care of you because that's what he does.

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"Daddy.... don't go." You're currently laying on a uncomfortable couch in the green room of the International hotel, grasping Elvis's hand for dear life as you try to fight off the nausea rolling around in your gut. Elvis had tried to call and cancel, he really did saying that you didn't feel well. That was an understatement; you were miserable. And Elvis hoped that the Colonel could see the pain all over your face. Elvis crouched down by your face and cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing how hot you were getting. "I'm sorry baby, I know you don't feel good. But daddy has to, my love. You got Jerry here to watch over ya though. You tell him anything you need and he'll get it for ya."

You sit up then and Elvis internally jumps, thinking you're just about to projectile vomit all over him but instead you snivel and open your arms for one of Elvis's signature bear hugs that you love so much. "Alright baby girl, try to sleep, daddy loves you so-oo-oo-oo much." He drags out the so as long as he can, procrastinating going on stage as much as possible. Elvis lingers at the door and he watches as you snuggle down into your blankets and dutifully close your eyes, trying so hard not to feel how yucky you're feeling.

You made it almost halfway through the show before you got even worse, your low fever had spiked so you were sweating feeling like a fireball was traveling all over your little body and you were hovering over the trashcan, adjusting uncomfortably every few minutes, waiting for the inevitable as Jerry rubbed your back telling you daddy would be there soon but that just made you cry even more.

"I want daddy!" You scream right before you finally gag enough to start vomiting. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy's coming I promise." Jerry eyes Lamar, silently asking if Elvis has been notified because they can't hold off not telling him for much longer. Even if the Colonel says so, if Elvis finds out it'll be hell to pay. Lamar just silently nods, yes the boss knows. Thank god.

Back at the curtain to the side stage, Charlie waves his arms frantically trying to get the King's attention. Elvis, already having a hint of an idea what this is about quickly walks over still singing all the while till the backtrack kicks in and the band makes up some riffs to satisfy the audience while he's needed.

"Is she okay? What's up?" Elvis asks, his heart picking up speed just thinking about how sick you already were. "She's gotten worse. She has a high fever and she's puking her guts up. Jerry's with her but she needs you. Needs her daddy." Elvis nods. "Talk to the Colonel." Charlie goes to talk to the colonel to try and cancel the rest of the show and figure out what to tell the audience while Elvis sprints toward the greenroom that you had laid down in but the Colonel beats him to it, blocking the door.

"No, no, no, you boy are getting back on that stage tonight! You need to finish this show, these nice people paid so much money, you owe them a good time, you hear me?!" Elvis bumped the old man with his chest, sending him against the door, gripping the collar of his shirt in his fist as he got right in his face. "You listen to me. Tonight I'm not money bags. Tonight I am a caregiver and my baby is sick." Just as Elvis said that, him and the Colonel could hear you getting violently sick on the other side of the door.

"You hear that? She's sick and she needs me so I don't care what you gotta do. I don't care how much money we're out, but I refuse to go out on that stage anymore tonight you son of a bitch now I suggest you get the fuck out of my way." The colonel eyed his client icily. "You're making a mistake talking to me like that, boy." Elvis stared at the ceiling, trying to reign in his anger because the last thing you need is to hear him yelling so close yet so far from you. "You son of a bitch, you know I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't need you. She needs me so unless you want me to throw you on your ass, I suggest you Get. Out. Of. My. Way." The Colonel smirked like the bastard he is and slowly stepped aside.

Elvis barged into the room to see Jerry barely holding things together. You had ceased vomiting for a minute and you were curled up in Jerry's lap sobbing and screaming for your daddy. "I want my daddy! Where's daddy!" Elvis slowly walked up to you so as not to startle you even more. "Daddy's right here baby, I'm right here. Let's go home huh? Let's get your icky butt home? You nodded, basically collapsing into his arms as soon as you see him.

"Please don't puke on me," You hear Elvis whisper as he looks around the room, trying not to move too fast, so as not to jostle you and cause you to get too dizzy. "Hey, Jer, can you grab her bag please?" He nods. "Let's go home, bug." Jerry murmurs to you as the three of you run to the the car that'll bring you home.

"Alright sweet girl. Just tap me if you feel icky again okay?" Elvis says as he holds you tighter against his chest as you clenched your eyes shut against his shoulder as he took you upstairs to your en-suite bathroom, stripping your sweat soaked clothes off and setting your tiny aching body on the closed toilet seat as he started the water for a bath. After a particularly bad cramp, you nearly doubled over in your spot, whimpering, "Daddy." Panicking, Elvis nearly launched himself at you, cupping his hand under your chin thinking you were going to vomit. You just groaned shaking your head no, you just wanted your daddy's comfort. And you wanted to regulate your damn temperature again.

"Oh sweets I'm so sorry. We'll get you some medicine for your tummy soon okay? But first we need to cool your fever down." Elvis turned off the faucet and gently put you in the tub, where you screeched at the coolness of the water. "I know, I know. Just a few minutes until you can get out though okay."

The intense stomach cramp returned and this time you lost control of it, causing you to scream and starting to sob again. "What? What baby? What is it?" Elvis asked, concern written all of his face because there was no reason you should be screaming. He didn't put two and two together until he noticed the water gets murky beneath you. "Oh sweetie," He cooed, lifting you up and draining the tub with his other hand. "It's okay, it can be fixed. Your tummy really doesn't feel good does it?" You pressed your face into Elvis shoulder, seeking comfort for your embarrassment. "It's okay baby, I promise, see all better." Elvis cleaned out the bottom of the tub and quickly finished washing you off, figuring you'd feel better once you were in bed with E.

He quickly chooses a loose set of pajamas, easy to take off in case you get sick again or too hot during the night and dresses you in it before returning to the bathroom to get you some medicine to help your very upset stomach. You start fussing at it even though you don't want to puke anymore.

"Please baby? If you take this, it'll help you feel so much better, hm? It'll only taste icky for a second. C'mon baby please." You shook your head and sealed your lips shut. "Mm-mm." Elvis sighed. "Okay, how about this, you take the medicine and I'll take you to get a new stuffy and a new movie once you're all better, huh?" You smiled and opened your mouth as wide as you could, liking the compromise. Elvis smiled. "Good girl!" After he gave you a glass of water to wash the taste out of your mouth, he gave you a big high five. "Proud of you little." You just tiredly placed your head on his shoulder. "Oh baby... let's go get you to bed, hmm?" You couldn't object to that.

You sat in Elvis's big bed as you watched him prepare for a night full of tears and puke. He lined the floor of your side of the bed with old towels, put a pasta pot on the nightstand table for you to grab and had an extra pile of bedding on two of the chairs in the massive master bedroom. Elvis sat next to you and took an extra bowl in his lap to teach you how to aim your puke into the bowl. "Okay ready, if you feel like you're gonna puke you lean over and you go blugh, nope don't tilt, keep it steady go bluehg," You giggled, copying the funny noise he made. "I go bleugh! " "Don't move it baby, keep it right in your lap, go bleugh," He smiled once you finally copied him but didn't tilt the bowl so it would spill all over you.

"Good job sweet girl. Good girl." Elvis laid down, curled around you. "How does your tummy feel now, sweet girl?" You took a minute feeling it out. "Icky but not bluegh icky." Elvis and you chuckled at the puke noise and he blew a raspberry into your nap, happy that he could hear your giggle again.

"Okay sickie, promise to wake me if you need me?" You nod. "I love you daddy." You said as you drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted from fighting off this sickness.

"I love you too sweets."

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Wooooooo!! I think this one was super good! I hope you enjoyed! <3 see you soon @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver @ellie-24

[pinketine]

@bastardgoblinwolf This is it's own separate post and also under a cut because I have so many thoughts

1. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (Favourite song: Devil in a New Dress)

My favourite of all time. It has my favourite Kanye song of all time, every feature hits, and it has some of Kanye's highest points (Power, Runaway and All of the Lights). The production is gorgeous (no pun intended) and the rock influence goes so hard. Rap songs with guitar are so good.

2. Yeezus (Favourite song: New Slaves)

I really can't believe people didn't like this when it released. Maybe it's just because I like loud disruptive music, but I love Yeezus' industrial sound. Also really good are On Sight and New Slaves' break from the more chaotic/heavy sound to clear vocals. The outro of New Slaves is one of the best moments in a Kanye song for me, and Frank Ocean helps with it a lot. Bound 2 is also an incredible closer, so nostalgic.

3. Ye (Favourite song: Violent Crimes)

I'm actually listening to this one right now as I type this. It's short, and sweet in how personal it is. The raw honesty in some songs like I Thought About Killing You is fairly relatable to me, and Violent Crimes makes me cry a fair bit. Also such a good finisher, so contemplative and honest and full of love.

4. Graduation (Favourite song: Flashing Lights)

Obligatory "But he made Graduation!!!" joke. This one makes me feel like I'm walking on clouds, and also makes me want to buy the Japanese cd so I can listen to Bittersweet Poetry. So incredibly magical and if the "Old Kanye" had to go, I'm so glad he went with this album.

5. The Life of Pablo (Favourite song: Ultralight Beam)

My first Kanye album I listened to in full! I have good memories of it just for that. Father Stretch My Hands pt 1's beat drop solidified my love for producer tags (thank you Metro), and Sampha's feature on Saint Pablo is an absolute highlight. Also Frank Ocean gets an entire mini song to himself. Peak.

6. Donda + Deluxe (Favourite song: Hurricane, if deluxe, Life of the Party)

I didn't think much of it at first, but after several relistens, I truly believe this should've been his final album(s). While a bit bloated at times (was so many part 2s necessary..?), it was still a fitting tribute to Donda West and his songs more focused on her tug on my heart really bad.

7. The College Dropout (Favourite song: Slow Jamz)

It feels blasmephous to put something so good so low but I like the others so much! This is literally just a classic album, what can I say about TCD that hasn't already been said? Also I love the Kanye bear (more so in his later forms but he was introduced here!)

8. Late Registration (Favourite song: Diamonds from Sierra Leone)

Another one I feel bad for ranking so low! I just don't have a lot to say about it... Late Orchestration is banger tho

9. 808s & Heartbreak (Favourite song: Love Lockdown)

I just don't have much to say about this one? Between the 3 albums that marked a jarring shift in Kanye's sound, this one sticks out the least to me ;_; I do still like it a lot tho!

10. Jesus is King (Favourite song: Use this Gospel)

Ahhh, I'm bitter over this one. Yandhi is my favourite unreleased album, so this just feels like a pale imitation of what could've probably been top 3 Kanye for me. Hell, I prefer Use this Gospel's original form, Law of Attraction, more than its JIK form.

That's his solo albums, regarding collab albums, it goes

1. Watch the Throne (Favourite song: Why I Love You)

Obligatory "Who was in Paris?" joke. Frank Ocean features are what bumps this up to me. Also Funk Flex's radio release of Otis also warmed me up to this album.

2. Kids see Ghosts (Favourite song: 4th dimension)

Kid Cudi good. Lol.

3. Vultures 1 (Favourite song: Carnival)

Mmm. First Kanye album I just didn't like. Carnival is catchy and had my glorious king Carti and sampled my beautiful Hell of a Life. Also one song sampled Brasilian phonk which was sick.

I refused to listen to Vultures 2. I heard the shitty mixing and AI on Sky City (a Yandhi favourite) and couldn't bear it.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

When Snow White met Sleeping Beauty

(Set in @idiotwithanipad 's Gore AU, tried to keep it ambiguous so as when it's placed but some time before my fic The Wolf and the Witchling)

Despite being a five star hotel with an overflowing stream of guests, there were several rooms in Button House that were largely out of use. They had either been sealed off, such as the one in the East Wing where a young woman had unfortunately died recently, or fate just rarely seemed to have anyone placed there. Higham Suite was one such room. People were rarely checked into there overnight, except for the woman who had inherited the house from her ancestor briefly before selling it on to the golf resort.

Mrs. Cooper had claimed to have always felt something special in that room in particular, a connection to her distant family who she'd never known until after the death of Lady Heather Button. In her words, it felt like the "beating heart" of Button House.

Unbeknownst to any of the staff, or even Alison Cooper herself, the room was always occupied.

On the bed, forever dressed in a heavily layered Georgian party frock, lay a woman of twenty-two years. Rarely was she aware of the few people who would come in and out of the room, even the beautiful woman with brown hair who reminded her so much of her sister. Most of the time, she slept.

Kitty's eyes flickered open, her hand itching terribly once again. Ellie would no doubt visit her bedside soon and mayhaps she could ask her sister if she wouldn't mind creating one of her herbal remedies into an oil for her hand.

She felt ever so poorly. All the time. Her skin was moist with sweat, every inch of her feeling terribly hot. Her governess refuses to open the window for her, claiming the 'bad air' from outside will only make her sickness worse.

Oh, how she misses her family. The last thing she recalls hearing Papa say after he pressed his hand to her forehead was his promise to return with a doctor. The messenger must be delayed or the doctor very busy because they're taking an awfully long time to arrive.

Sometimes she'll have a small burst of energy and find the strength to climb out of bed. Her room is one of the largest so there's plenty of space to play, and yet all her teddy bears and dolls and dresses and books seem to be missing. Every time she wakes, there seems to be new decorations or paintwork or strange objects she doesn't recognise.

And, even more strangely, sometimes she'll awake to a person in her bed. That person, a pretty woman, looks so much like Eleanor. Kitty doesn't like it when she brings her husband with her as it means Kitty needs to rest upon the floor. Sometimes there will be a child with them, who is cute but Kitty would much prefer the woman to come alone. She could sit and watch her read or brush her hair or listen to her sing in the bathroom all day. The woman is her best friend, even though she has never once seen or spoken to Kitty. That's okay.

The woman, the Not Eleanor, is all she has, at least until her father and sister return. Oh, how overjoyed they shall be when they see she's still healthy, just a little tired and fighting off a cold. She wants to return to the party, hoping there will be some more pineapple left to consume.

Until then, she is alone.

Well, that's not actually fair. She has Carruthers, her governess, though she claims her name to be something different now. Lady Button, yes, that's it. How similar to her governess she is, as much as Eleanor and Not Eleanor.

Lady Button may dress differently but she's very much the same. Strict, cold, harsh, but carried with a subtle care for her charge. Kitty trusts that the Lady, who says that she is her ward for the time being, knows what it best for her while she recovers.

Having only said a curt goodnight to her an hour ago, Kitty struggles to sleep. Probably because she's been asleep for most of the day and feels one of her bursts of energies.

She sits up and makes her way to the dresser, sitting herself down and practicing her smile in the mirror. Just as she's adjusting her feather, a figure stumbles through the wall beside her.

"Okay, this has to be the one! Hello? Fizzy Girl, you here?"

Kitty blinked at the strange urchin who had just entered her room. A giggle escaped her and she covered her mouth with her hands.

By God, the child was practically naked!

"Is that...me? Is that how I sound to others?" The girl with black and pink hair frowned.

When she turned in Kitty's direction, she stopped her laughter immediately when she noticed the girl's pale eyes. Oh, dear.

"...Is someone there? Amy, is that you?" The blind girl reached her hand out, fingers fluttering close to Kitty's forehead.

"Who is Amy? And who are you?" Kitty asked, her voice a little weaker than usual. She rarely had a chance to speak with others and Lady Button wasn't one for conversation.

The girl's eyes widened and now it was her turn to giggle. Her smile stretched unnaturally wide, even for Kitty's opinion, and she always tried to smile.

"New person?! Oh my gods! I'm guessing I got turned around in the corridors. Sorry, my first time sneaking in here, it's all new and my ecolation doesn't seem to work as well here as in my forest." She seemed to realise she was babbling and cleared her throat; "Hehehe, sorry! Just wasn't expecting this, I was searching for my other friend - or potential friend, hopefully - and she doesn't talk, bless her! Anyway, let's start over. I'm Silver! Are you from the living world or beyond?"

"I..." had no idea how to answer that, or make sense of the strange girl's ramblings.

Silver, as she called herself, reached forward and gently patted Kitty's shoulder before pulling her hand back.

"One of us! Awesome! Sometimes the livings can see and hear me, briefly. Not sure how it works, most of the time when I try they ignore me but when I really, really need them to - when the moon and the stars are just right- I can chat with them! Crazy, right? I must get it from my mummy. Her and our friend can even touch livings when they wish...but that usually doesn't work out well for them. Hehehe!"

Kitty was dumbfounded. The girl reminded her of Peter Pan, a character which she and Eleanor had never heard but Lady Button sometimes told her to help send her to sleep. A mischievous imp from a fantasy land intruding into a young lady's room.

"What are you?" The question sounded so rude once it left her lips; "Gosh, my apologies!"

"Hehehehe, honestly I get a lot of that. I think if I was ever a normal girl, I'm anything but now. That's what happens when your mother is a great enchantress." She grins; "Like I said, my name's Silver Ravenstar Guppy. I live in the forest outside the house with my mum and our furry guardian. What's your name?"

"Katherine Higham. Though my friends and family call me Kitty."

"Ooh, like a kitty-cat?!"

"Yes! I loved cats so much, Mama told me the first house I lived in had a a couple when I was in Jamaica. But sadly we couldn't have one when we came here as my father is allergic."

"Aww that sucks. We had a couple of cats when I was growing up. And a dog, who I loved as well. I never got it when people say you're either a dog or cat person, because-"

"Why not both?!"

Both women said the words in perfect unison. Silver gasped, those grey eyes suddenly sparkling with life.

"Did we just become best friends?!" She asked.

"I think so! Quick, come over to the bed!" Kitty jumped up and took Silver by the hand, leading her to sit with her on the duvet.

"Wow, your hands are wet. Sorry, I didn't disturb you when you just got out the bath, did I?"

Kitty shook her head; "Oh no, sorry about that. I'm a little under the weather so am sadly sweating constantly, it's quite unseemly."

"Damn, what is with this house? My other friend is sick as well! Her daddy doesn't even want her leaving the room." Silver tutted, looking in Kitty's direction though not quite meeting her eyes.

Her words were fuelled by concern even though her face still held that immovable smile.

"It is the same with my governess. I'm not to leave my room until my father returns with the doctor."

"Oh..." Silver reached for Kitty's wrist and squeezed it; "Can I tell you a secret? Seeing as we're now friends?"

"Of course!"

The girl seemed to look around despite it being pointless before leaning in to confess; "I'm not supposed to leave my home either. Well, I can wander outside the forest, so long as Mummy or my guardian is with me. But I'm forbidden to enter this house. But I really wanted to find my friend's room. So I just decided to come anyway!"

"You broke your mother's rule?! That's so naughty!"

"Hell yeah it is!"

Blaspheming, too! Kitty was mortified, and yet all she could do was giggle with the other girl. It reminded her of when her and Eleanor would sometimes sneak down to the kitchen to look for leftover cakes after bedtime. Her heart would pound with fear of being caught, but it was so exhilarating, especially with Ellie there at her side promising all would be well.

And it was, until Carruthers would find crumbs sprinkled all over Kitty's bed and knew what she had been up to. Never Eleanor's bed however, but there was no way Kitty would snitch on her sister.

"Won't your mother punish you if she finds out you disobeyed her?" Kitty asked.

"Oh, she'll be furious. At worse she'll give me one of her doom and gloom speeches about how witches were tortured and how that will happen to me if I'm not careful, maybe send some scary visions into my head. But she's a soft touch, really. I'll just turn on the waterworks, say 'sorry Mummy' a few times and she'll melt like butter. She'd never actually hurt me, y'know, hehehe."

"Neither would Carruthers. Mama and Papa were always against corporal punishment. At worse, Ellie and I would get a light slap to our wrists but nothing more. Her scalding tone and shouting is bad enough!"

It felt like a weight off her chest to have someone to vent about the older woman to.

Silver tilted her head; "So weird. I didn't think people had governesses anymore?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well...what year is it for you?"

What an odd question!

Kitty sniggered; "Why it's seventeen eighty, silly!"

A grim realisation seemed to dawn on the younger girl's face. She blinked, her brow crinkling, her smile seeming to twitch.

"Right...."

"Did I say something wrong?"

Silver shook her head; "No, no of course not, babes. Uhm. My head gets a bit dizzy and confused sometimes, is all. Do you really just stay in this room all the time? Don't you get bored?"

"Sometimes. But I have my own little games I make up and when Car...Sorry, when Lady Button visits me she'll check on my health, then sometimes she'll tell me stories or try to teach me things about how to be a proper lady, all that. But most of the time, I'm asleep. And when I'm dreaming I'm never bored."

Silver gasped; "....You too, huh? How often do you sleep for?"

"Well, I can't be certain, and as you say it all gets a bit confusing. I struggle to stay awake for more than an hour each day, around lunchtime. Funny...that's the time on the day of the party when I first began to feel ill...."

"Oh. Wow." The other girl squeezed her hand; "You sleep as much as me. I didn't think that was possible."

The girl proceeded to tell Kitty about the curse of her existence. How she only awoke for the three nights a month around the full moon and the rest of the time slept in the forest amongst the blue cornflowers.

"Proper pair of Disney princesses, aren't we." Silver chuckled as she finished.

"What is Disney?"

"Never mind. Just....something I think you'd really have enjoyed." The girl's eyes crinkled with sadness; "I wish I could bring you to meet Mummy. You'd love all the magical worlds and palaces and balls and dresses she could make us!"

"That sounds wonderful! You're so lucky that your mother is an enchantress! I had no idea there even was one. Lady Buttton has warned me of an evil witch but-."

"That's a lie. Trust me." The girl suddenly turned defensive; "My mummy only seems scary sometimes to protect me but she's the most beautiful and kindest woman ever. Or at least..." She looked down at her dirtied skirt; "I thought she was perfect until..."

Kitty felt a touch of sympathy for the girl. It was hard to reconcile her story about her mother giving her such wonderful gifts when she appeared so filthy and barely clothed to her eyes.

But she knew how it felt to want to only see the best in your family even when they do things that seem hurtful.

"I do think I've seen you before..." Kitty frowned.

"Really?"

"Yes. Often times I hear singing on the field when I peek out I've seen a girl spinning on the lawn near the trees. I thought I was delirious!"

Silver giggled; "No, no, that was me. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"Oh, don't be daft. I quite enjoyed watching you and wishing I could come join you."

"Maybe next time you can."

"Maybe...I especially enjoyed that song you sang last month. How did it go, uhm?" Kitty's face creased as she concentrated, before mimicking in tune; "Hasaa...Man-yana....Always be miiiine!"

"Viva forever! I'll be waiting! Ever lasting, like the sun!" Silver continued, "Spice Girls! I used to love them when I was a kid. Not quite my genre anymore but, you know, nostalgia and all that."

"They sound amazing! Can you teach me more of their songs?"

"Sure. Those I can remember." Silver giggled with excitement before wincing; "Shit...Aww, man I feel awful."

"What's wrong? Are you sick too?"

"Yes. No. Hahaha. Bit of both. I meant I feel awful because I'm supposed to be looking for my other friend. Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad we found each other too!"

"Me as well!" Kitty gushed, feeling a twinge of jealousy at the thought of the strange girl leaving her to play with someone else.

Couldn't she keep her for herself? Just have a long sleepover until Papa returns and then Silver can return to her mama?

"But...I did meet Amy first. And I think she's still struggling with being here and her daddy being overprotective and other things..." the pink haired girl sighed; "Maybe when I find her, I can bring her here and we can all play together?"

"I...Yes. Yes, of course." Kitty let go of the jealousy. She'd been alone for far too long, better two new friends than none at all.

At least these two could see and talk to her, unlike Not Eleanor.

"Thanks for understanding. I promise that when I'm back, if you're awake, I'll sing you every song Spice Girls song I know-."

Silver's head turned at the sound of two heeled shoes against the floorboards.

"S-someone just came in?"

Kitty looked to see Lady Button walking through the door, her neck bent, glaring furiously at Silver on the bed.

"HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY WARD'S ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION?!" The grey lady shrieked; "ARE YOU TRYING TO WORSEN THE CHILD'S SICKNESS WITH YOUR HEATHENRY?!"

"Woah, woah!" Silver got off the bed and raised her hands up; "I'm sorry, okay! I stumbled in by accident, I meant no harm!"

"It's true, Lady Button! We met by happenstance! We were only talking!" Kitty tried to defend.

"Katherine, do be silent and don't exhurt yourself. Let me handle this young harlot."

Silver scoffed; "Uhh, excuse me, who are you? The posh mum from Titanic? Who are you to call me a harlot?! My mother is the witch of the woods and she's not gonna be happy about you slagging me off!"

Kitty shrank back against the pillows of her bed as she watched the grey lady square up against the blind witchling.

"I know perfectly well who your mother is, child. But she has no power here. I am the last true Lady of this house - it belongs to me!"

The half-naked girl crossed her arms and looked incredulous.

"Well, my friend's daddy is also the Lord of the manor-."

"Yes, when it was Bone Hall. Now it is Button House and as Lady Button, it is under my rule. Now return to your forest, you scandalous little imp. My ward needs to rest." The grey lady demanded.

Silver shook her head.

"It's not fair. You keep her trapped in here. You're as bad as the headless one, and my mummy. You should let her make friends, let her be free-."

"I am doing what is best and keeping her safe! All my children and grandchildren have left, she is the closest to kin that I have and I won't let her be corrupted by the likes of you. Now leave."

Silver glanced in Kitty's direction. The young Georgian just looked tired and defeated, her eyes telling her new friend that it would just be best to do as her surrogate mother said so.

The witchling took a step towards her bed and reached out her hand. Kitty raised hers too.

"I said LEAVE!"

The booming sound of Fanny Button's voice hit Silver like a cannonball, hurling her into the air and towards the window.

She landed on the driveway in a heap, the sting of her palms and knees colliding with the gravel stones only temporary, but enough to make her wince.

The tiniest cry of pain. It was all that was needed.

"Darling girl!"

The tornado of black smoke and embers appeared in an instant. Strong but bony arms lifted her up off the ground like a small child and, before she could blink, she was whisked away from the house and back to her forest.

The arms set her down on her feet as the tornado dispersed. Mummy hugged her tight.

"I was worried sick! You weren't in your bed and I thought you'd gone for a walk with dear ally, but then I heard you-."

"Why did you lie?" Silver asked.

Mummy stilled. Then she pulled back from the hug, hands on Silver's shoulders as she gazed down at her daughter. In Silver's warped vision, two faces flickered before her, one a chilling skull with flecks of charred skin clinging to the bone, the other the soft and round face of her loving and beautiful mother.

"Little'en, what lie d'you speak of?"

"Is there more than one?"

Her mother was silenced at that. Silver sighed, she wasn't looking for a fight, not tonight.

"The girl, Mummy. The other sleeping girl in the big house. Kitty."

"You went inside the house?! Without my permission?!"

The smoke was rising again, Silver could smell it. This time she didn't buckle.

"Amy's daddy said I could visit her, remember!"

"Yes, when she's well and when I agreed-"

"So I decided to go a little early and on my own. Big deal. You gonna punish me or you gonna be honest with me, Mother?!"

It was the first time she'd ever called her something other than Mummy. It seemed to pierce the witch's invisible armour.

She sighed; "What does thou wish to know the truth about?"

"Kitty. Kitty Higham."

"Oh. Hers." For once, her mother really did sound rather sheepish for a great and powerful witch.

"You told me there was no one in that house for me. At first I thought she must be new like Amy but no. She's been there hundreds of years!"

Mummy sighed.

Waving her hands, she cast a glamour over Silver's gaze, transforming the mundane woods around them into a fairytale grove, complete with an ivory bench beneath a willow tree.

Mummy beckoned Silver to sit with her. She complied.

"T'is complicated, my love. Sweet Kitty...her affliction be worse than your own." She explained, gently; "She is much weaker and the Mistress of the house keepeth her under close supervision. When Annie be here, she used to frequent the child and tend to her, long before 'er Ladyship did die."

"And you never....?"

Mummy looked down at her lap.

"Annie oft' encouraged me so but I be afraid of scaring the poor child when she already suffers from fevers."

"Why would she be scared of you, Mummy?"

The witch gave her a sad smile, touching her cheek; "My magic don't work in that house, someone did set wards to protect it from me many years past. And not all see with as innocent eyes as your own, daughter. I not be as pleasant to look upon without my mask...."

Her daughter didn't reply to that. She was too angry. Betrayed.

"You should have told me the truth, Mummy. I could have snuck in there many times without the Lady knowing." She tutted; "I could have had a friend...and so could she. Poor thing."

"I know. I'm sorry, my lovely." Mummy went to stroke her hair but Silver ducked.

"....I just don't get it. You said that if you thought Amy was being mistreated, you'd rescue her. Why can't we take Kitty away so she can be with us?"

"Because she cannots leave her room, darling girl."

"What, because some jumped up fancypants bitch says so?!"

"No. Listen to me, daughter." Her mother squeezed her hand; "Kitty cannot leave her room."

Silver blinked as the words sunk in.

"Oh..."

"Yes. You understand now?" She asked and Silver sadly nodded; "You has your curse and she hath hers. Believe me, Annie tried all manner of ways but whenever she venture too far from her bed, she be pulled back onto it."

"That's awful..." Silver wished her fucking mouth could display how unhappy it made her feel for Kitty; "....I guess I am a bit lucky. I have you, and our friend, and our enchanted kingdom."

Even if it were only for three nights and two days a month.

Mummy's fingers stroked her hair and this time she didn't move away.

"I am sorry, darling girl. I thought I was sparing you more harm from getting close to her only to be made to leave. Trust me, were I free to enter that abode, I'd have more thans a few words to say to Missus Fanny Buttons!"

Silver grinned and shuffled closer to her mother, leaning against her side and resting on her shoulder.

Perhaps it was twenty years of induced hallucinations and warped memories, or maybe not, but she never liked to stay mad at Mummy.

"I will sneak in to visit her again. Don't care how many times she pushes me out." Silver muttered.

Mummy scoffed and kissed her brow; "Yous sound just like Annie."

Despite never having met the woman, it made Silver proud to hear that.

"And I don't care what anyone says, Mummy. You are the most beautiful woman there is. Even without the mask."

"...But when do you see-?"

"Enough." Was all Silver said, wrapping her arms around the witch.

Were her tear ducts not burned shut, Mary would be shedding tears as she held her darling girl close, once again ignoring the discomfort against her crisp skin. Just when she thought it wasn't possible to love her little'en more.

[recoveringdreamer]

TIMING: some time ago LOCATION: the grit pit SUMMARY: early in their career at the grit pit, felix comes to terms with their new normal. CONTENT: emotional abuse, mentions of parental death

When they were a kid, Felix’s mother sat them down and told them about fight and flight. He remembered sitting cross-legged on the floor, bad at sitting still but so badly wanting to because she looked at him with such adoration and all he’d ever wanted to do was earn that. He remembered her smile; that was what he always tried hardest to remember. They’d listened so closely when she spoke, hanging off every word with everything they had in them. Everyone has it, she’d said, everyone. But it’s different for balam. There is no wrong choice between the two, mijo, none. But when you choose flight, you have to make sure to come back in the end. And when you choose fight, you have to be careful not to hurt anyone. 

Sometimes, in their worst moments, Felix thought it might be a good thing that their mother died so long ago. She’d be so disappointed to see what had become of them now.

He’d done everything she’d said not to, hadn’t he? He’d chosen flight, and he’d run so hard for so long that there was nothing to return to but an empty cabin. He’d chosen fight, and there was blood on his knuckles and bruises on his chest. 

They wrapped those knuckles now, taping them up and pretending that their hands weren’t trembling. They’d lost control in the ring before, but tonight had been different. Tonight had been wrong. It was a wolf on the other side of them, eyes bright and excited. The bets had been in the other’s favor — the wolf had size on his side and Felix, while a known contender, didn’t always do their best work against larger opponents. But tonight, something had shifted.

They’d been losing at first. Everyone had known it. The wolf had them on the ropes, bearing down on them. And he’d gotten this… gleam in his eye. This look. Felix couldn’t quite describe it. All they knew was that it set off the very thing their mother had spoken of all those years ago, ignited some kind of fight or flight reflex. And there was nowhere to fly to, so they’d chosen the only other option available to them.

Felix had fought for their life before, but never like this. There’d been moments living out in the woods where some beast or another had come along, days where they’d had no choice but to act like more of a beast than a person in order to come out the other side still breathing. They always felt bad after. They’d take the corpse of whatever they’d defeated home for their father to identify, they’d accept their siblings’ words of comfort. And it would feel better, after a while, because killing an animal could be honorable if you made good use of it after. The meat, the fur, the blood. Their father knew what to do with all of it, no matter what kind of beast it was. Felix never had the stomach to help, but he’d appreciated the efforts all the same. 

But when they turned that same desperate fury on the wolf in the ring, there was no one to make use of it after. 

They didn’t even know what happened to the wolf, how bad his injuries had been. Leo found them after, sitting in the Pit’s ‘locker room’ and staring at their hands. He looked pleased, because he always did. Felix thought they might be sick. 

Leo didn’t say anything at first, and it was almost a kindness. The way he let them sit in silence, the way he didn’t fill the room with his presence even if he refused to remove it. After a moment, it was Felix who broke the quiet down.

“What happened to him?” Their voice was hoarse, uneven. They weren’t sure they recognized it. There was a lot about them that they weren’t sure they recognized anymore.

“What’s it matter?” Leo responded with a snort. “He lost. What use do we have for losers? He won’t be back.” Felix glanced up without meaning to, heart in his throat. He hated that Leo still knew him well enough to know what he was thinking, hated that he could shoot it down so easily. “Don’t go getting any ideas. We know you can fight. You proved as much tonight. And losing on purpose would go against your contract. You don’t want to break your contract, do you, Fe? You know what happens.”

Nausea tugged at their gut. They’d only ever bent the rules of their contract before, and that had been bad enough. They didn’t want to find out exactly what would happen if they broke it. And it was terrible of them, they knew. They’d hurt someone tonight. They might have done worse than that. They should be willing to do anything — anything — if it meant not doing that again. 

But Felix was selfish, and Felix was sorry, and Felix didn’t want to die. So they swallowed that burning feeling of guilt in their throat, and they shook their head. “No,” they replied, barely a whisper. “I don’t want to break my contract.”

There was a pause. A shuffle. Leo was on them now, hand resting on their shoulder in some echo of comfort. There were moments like this, sometimes. Moments where he was almost kind, where Felix remembered that boy in the woods who’d brought him a picnic basket and asked him about his life. There were moments like these, and Felix hated them. He knew what Leo was now, what he’d done. But in moments like these? Part of him loved the man anyway.

Ducking their head, Felix yanked their shoulder from the fae’s grip and got to their feet. They tossed the unused tape into their gym back, knelt down to pick it up and slung it over their shoulder. “That was my last fight of the night,” they said flatly. “I’m going home.” To their empty apartment, to their empty life. 

Leo raised a brow, looking more amused than offended at the slight. That was probably an accurate enough description of how he was feeling, Felix knew; Leo had never been the type to find offense at something as futile as an animal kicking against the locked door of its cage. 

As Felix headed towards the door, Leo’s voice followed behind him: “You’ve got a match at six tomorrow. Try to get here a bit early to warm up, would you? You looked pathetic in the first round.”

Felix froze in the doorway, throat burning. They wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to collapse into a puddle in the floor and never rise again. Instead, they only nodded. “Sure,” they agreed. “I’ll come in early.”

It wasn’t like they’d ever had anything resembling a choice.

[senatushq]

NAME. Nettelia AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Aspect OCCUPATION. Archdruid FACE CLAIM. Anya Chalotra

biography

Dark tresses tied loosely behind her, an eternal sun muddled with the Two Trees where no shadows could hold domain. In the gardens of Eden, roots wove between Nettelia’s fingers,  dirt was pressed under her nails, there was a magic beneath her feet that could be drawn from to those, like she, who knew how to listen. Trees had a language of their own, bushes and flowers too, it was the fey who had taught her this. On the bank of one of the rivers of paradise Nettelia dug up one of these such herbs, pruned away the thorns with little mind to how their sharp points occasionally drove into Nettelia’s fingers. In the years to come they’d say that in Eden there was no such thing as pain or sickness, but even immortality came with a cost, and pain was among the Gods most prolific forms of entertainment. They did not get sick, but not every form was made equal, they could fade and they could wane, and they could be overcome with such grief that they’d petrify once more. 

It was there that she found him, her artisan and the craftsman. Nettelia blamed him at first, if they were his burden to hobble together then there could only be some defect in his design. One of the avariel, her Prometheus, there were things that sat beyond his control. Beyond anything that the two could choose or manipulate, love was among them. Balms to ease passing, to soothe a broken heart, a splint to support a broken limb, this herb worked best on scrapes, while another could be worked into a salve to stave off the rot. Medicine came with a reverence that Nettelia had never expected so when the light of the golden seal descended over her garden - who was she to refuse a God?

Her Promethean husband could not agree. She did not understand the price that she would pay, that power did not come without strings where the Gods were concerned. Through the dim light of their home they fought in their back and forth, but what was done was done and Nettelia would be an archdruid forever more. Guardian and protector, over divine light and the people that were bathed in it she was a safeguard. One who stood alongside her chosen siblings, the family that had been conjured to her side, while a husband, stalwart but resigned, remained. 

Whispers came. Dreams and nightmares that polluted the minds of the people of Eden, they spoke of voices who begged for entrance. They refused, and that was when they came for him. So many years they’d shared together in twin immortality but nothing could have prepared her for what was to follow. The wrath of the Erinyes, the cruel sister, and the banishment that followed. Eden, the doomed garden inevitably fell and Nettelia watched on as she came to understand the truth of their paradise and the fruit that it was to bear. She was as a vessel, waiting to be filled, her siblings no different. Oztalun’s chosen few. 

In the wake of devastation there was nothing to do but to wander and to grieve. So far as Nettelia knew, there was no power that existed that would bring Promethean back to her, that would restore the family that had been so cruelly taken from her. In the garden Nettelia had been a healer and that carried on through her life as an archdruid with magic over the soul and the power to transfer energy from one place to another. At night images of the burning Trees broke in, of her husband dragged away by the seraphim that had been dispatched to take him away. Broken wings of angels, avariels and eladrins in their most profound grief. Nettelia had pleaded with Epimetheus, with Oztalun, with Eve, and with Adam because surely there had to have been something that could be done. 

Some mercy. Gods did not know the word, they knew of slights though, and they knew of retribution. 

This was the shape that had carved her, protector of humanity they came to call her and her siblings. Watchers of mortality that they themselves were doomed to never truly be a part of. In Assyria she found a king, the first that Nettelia deemed worthy. A friend that was a balm, a small measure that soothed some of the ache that had built a home inside of her. Had Nettelia known that there was something rooted inside that would ultimately corrupt her, perhaps she would have tried to stop it. As it happened, the archdruid could never bring herself to believe that to be true because for all that she had come to forsake and destroy, for all the darkness she unleashed on this world, that treachery would see her Promethean freed. 

Transference with its dark secrets allowed her to bring it all into focus. Souls too numerous to count, magic and vitality that stitched its way into dark pages - power lended to her from across the ether that wove its way with her druidic magic. The necronomicon. Book of the infernal, ancient and unyielding, she was its dark author and in it she poured magic of the divine so thoroughly corrupted that it rivalled the Gods themselves. Nettelia called to him now, her architect, her maker, her lover, her husband, and the only one who’d ever tried to warn her of the nature of the Gods. Across the Otherworld she reached for him, and through it she devastated everything that fell within her path. 

They came for her then, Dionaea and Octavian. Sibling archdruids that felt the truth of her dark magic and the breadth of the power that Nettelia had invoked. Driven into madness, her form bent and twisted, reared its heinous jaws and snapped towards them: the first of the chimeras, Nettelia might have destroyed them both but they managed to subdue her. They cut down the form and bound it from returning, but buried within the pages of the necronomicon rest Nettelia’s undying soul. 

Years stretched before her, one into the next as age upon age passed. The necronomicon bled, and from its ichor Nettelia was reborn once more. The chimera had been slain, cleansed, but the archdruid remained. 

personality

+ willful, loyal, pragmatic – stubborn, spiteful, merciless

played by shane. est. she/her.

[ellocat-poemyourpainaway]

To preface-my ex husband was a drug addict who went to Rehab repeated times and died of a drug overdose.

Still, people Deny that reality, they act like i was a bitch and he was a hero:

Something I’ve struggled with for a long time, That I feel like-I’m not allowed to talk about-is the affects addiction has on a) distorting and eroding a person b) the ripple effect of abuse/manipulation/gaslighting/and assault on boundaries and self esteem that addicts have on their loved ones/children/family. I know it’s not socially warm and fuzzy, that you all just want to hear the big hearted mature accolades of acceptance and compassion, bhuddist namaste energy for the actual addicts, with zero willingness to see or hear the other side of it. It’s a complete erasure and refutation of our lived experiences. No one wants to acknowledge or hear how so and so may have been a wonderful great guy to you, but that drugs have a well documented dr Jekkyl and Mr Hyde effect on addicts, that there is an entire list of personality disorders affiliated with addiction, the dual diagnosis/comorbidity. Most drug addicts have a co-diagnosis of some kind involving their emotional makeup and Psychological condition. No one Wants to Acknowledge that drug addicts not only can, but most likely, come across as warm genuine charismatic likable people, that it’s their cope. How do you think they navigate, rebound and keep pushing through without the ability to seem “other” than they are, to Manipulate the people that enable and protect them, to mask, even (and especially) to Themselves (via cognitive dissonance)? It is their specific skill set. Distortion is how they reconcile the repeated and grievous ways they injure their loved ones, it allows them to marry their, otherwise probably decent, moral Compasseswith the terrible Things they do. All Monsters aren’t ugly. In fact, I’d posit that most monsters are actually quite beautiful, that it’s The prettiest people that do the ugliest things. Personally it is triggering, over and over, to have my trauma not Only discredited, but refuted and treated like something i should be ashamed of, or hide better. You have no Idea the walk I’ve walked. Listen to my children talk and you’d realize your hero didn’t wear a cape. He brutalized his family. We loved him, that made it worse. He was a complex man, no one loved him more-and no one was more damaged by him than those of us he considered family, those of us closest to him. I’m tired of pretending that isn’t the truth. Have more empathy. Your ignorance is triggering. What you Don’t know can hurt others. I say this on behalf of the silent victims swallowing their rage as their Abusers are glamorized and Romanticized. Addicts are sick, and I have compassion For that, but There are other victims in their Story too. Trust me. Their sickness makes anyone who loves them sick too. If you have compassion for the addict you should have compassion for their family, because they typically devote whole lifetimes to being Stockholm/gaslit/lied to and abused. But don’t believe me, ask anyone who’s been the parent,child or spouse of an addict, ask them their untold story. You won’t like it, It will make you so uncomfortable, and if you’re honest, you’ll prob be ashamed of yourself for adding to their pain. I’m proud of myself that 99.9% of the time I put my past behind me like a ponytail, and I am a joyful well-balanced human who steps out of the victim role and refuses to ever wear that mantle. But sometimes, some of you bring it back to me like a boomerang. I need a little more tact and awareness. Honestly, I’ve cried oceans of tears for ernie, and I’m sure most people wouldn’t want to make a human care bear sob In her car. Do better please. Try to understand it’s a complex disease with ripple effects that damage many more people than just the addict and that you can’t know unless you’ve been there.

[atopearth]

White Album 2 Part 2 - Closing Chapter

Now we're in the part the anime didn't adapt so everything will be completely new to me! Apparently there's a few new girls with endings of their own so that seems interesting. Chiaki isn't too appealing to me right now but we'll see. On the other hand, I wonder how it feels for Haruki to listen to the song Todokanai Koi play every winter at his university because the school radio station likes it, and everyone requests it around that time. It must be nice to know that the song he, Kazusa and Setsuna worked so hard on back then is still so loved to this day, but it must feel bittersweet. I wonder how Setsuna and Kazusa are doing now considering it's been 3 years since Kazusa left. Wow, the way Haruki rejected Yada...that was cruel. Super cruel. I can understand his feelings but wow, he crushed her heart, that was so mean, I feel so sorry for the poor girl. I commend Koharu for telling Haruki off for being an ass in the way he rejected Yada but I honestly don't blame him for lashing out at Koharu. Why does he have to be responsible for making Yada accept that he doesn't want to go out with her? Why does he have to tell her his reasons for rejecting her? That's something personal. If he doesn't like her and doesn't want to go out with her, then he just needs to say that, why does he have to bear his heart out to a stranger? That's ridiculous.

I have to agree with Setsuna. Obviously, I haven't been as hurt as Setsuna with promises, but I've been hurt enough from promises that weren't kept that I don't believe in promises anymore. There's no such thing as 'definitely' and 'never'. No matter how sure they are at that moment in time, people will leave you regardless of what they've said before in their lives. I can understand why Haruki can't help but avoid Setsuna though. How can you face someone you totally betrayed, cheated on and act like nothing happened. She can forgive him, but he can't forgive himself, and he feels like he doesn't deserve that forgiveness either, so how could he accept all her kindness and generosity when he hurt her so much? But at the same time, avoiding her hurts her too. I don't know what is the best choice but it's definitely heartwrenching to see Setsuna be so happy to just talk to Haruki on the phone again, which makes me think, Haruki is right for wanting her to hate him, Setsuna's happiness is too dependent on his existence, and I think she needs to get over him so she can 'fly' freely again. Anyway, Koharu is pretty cute. She's like a mini Haruki as they say lol. I have to admit though, whether it be Chiaki or Koharu, they're very annoying to me personally loll, am I getting old?😢 The good thing about Chiaki though is that she's good at reading the mood and people. Wow..like, I know Haruki wants to be hated blah blah, but does he really need to make Setsuna feel so betrayed yet again by letting her misunderstand that Chiaki was 'with him' the whole night at his place? I'll admit that Koharu is getting better for me haha. But really, Haruki should really let Setsuna go. If he's willing to be hated, then he should just let Setsuna thoroughly hate him by cutting her off, but I guess it might not be possible considering how all their friends are interconnected, sigh. On the other hand, Mari is best girl. Considerate, thoughtful and understanding.

Koharu's friends were kinda mean, but honestly they're right. Mihoko is so focused on the fact that Haruki said he doesn't have a girlfriend which translates to her as she can still go after him when he clearly rejected her already, and the fact that she refuses to accept it annoys me as well. People can reject you for any reason they want, they don't owe you their love just because you love them. It seems that when it comes to Izumi and Haruki's family situations, they're very similar in how they both became estranged from their family and haven't been able to face them properly or just live with them in general. Even though I'm also sick of Haruki dragging everything along and not doing anything, Koharu is so meddlesome, she's legit so annoying and I would hate her if she stuck her head into my business too. 

Wow, I know Haruki gets tempted all the time but he's really a jerk, he held Izumi's hand and even nearly kissed her yet he refuses to let Setsuna go when he's doing crap like this. He's not "about" to betray Setsuna again, he's betraying her all the time, constantly and thinking he's only "about to", betrayal isn't only when you physically do something! Honestly, seeing Setsuna and Haruki's estranged relationship, watching how much they force themselves to try and make things "right" is just so painful and frustrating to watch. Mainly because if they both stopped running away, maybe they really could have forgiven themselves by now and actually been able to go back to "normal", but because they both kept dancing around each other, there's honestly no way for them to stay together at this current stage. Their existence itself basically hurts the other. They're such distant strangers they might as well not even know each other. Time stopped for them 3 years ago and they're refusing to move on. Any person who reads Haruki's article would understand that he remembers everything about Kazusa and would never forget about her no matter what he says. What they need to do isn't to forget but to accept that these things are all in the past. Easier said than done of course, but all the more reason for them to give up on each other, because they both can't forget it nor accept it. What I hate the most is that even though Setsuna is finally confronting Haruki and trying her best to be honest with him, he is still lying to her about his own thoughts and feelings and that pisses me off so much. Maybe that's his "kindness" but in reality, that's just his cruelty and his selfishness for forcing Setsuna to be the "bad guy" and have to lay everything out when he should have done this ages ago. He's always lying and that makes me so angry.

I guess we're on to routes now so maybe I'll separate it haha. Overall for now, the Closing Chapter is definitely less interesting than the Introductory Chapter for obvious reasons. In terms of heroines, Kazusa and Setsuna are much more compelling, fun, interesting and understandable, whereas aside from Mari, I can't say I really like Izumi or Koharu. Yeah, they have their good points and everything, but I'll have to see their endings to know whether I like them or not. As for Haruki, like yeah, Setsuna is at "fault" too but at least she tried her best to do what she could to mend her relationship with Haruki, but he was always the one running away and dragging her along without ever properly facing her and in that respect, I don't think Haruki "deserves" her. He's inconsiderate, never properly tells people his feelings, always lies because he thinks he's protecting others that way but he's only really protecting himself from having to face the reality of his feelings and he just all around makes me so angry lol. Like at least in the first White Album, the guy was trash and we knew that, but for Haruki, I expected much more from him, so every action he's made so far has really disappointed me. I understand that it must be difficult to face it all but seeing how crushed Setsuna has been, I really can't brush it off as just "understandable" because at least for him he could drown himself in work and studies, but for Setsuna, she basically lived her life revolved around Haruki, always thinking about what she can and cannot do, her feelings were directly affected by Haruki's whims and his cruelty, kind to her at times, mean to her at times, it was just so frustrating to see Setsuna waste away her life and precious university life that she'll never get back on a guy that tried his best to keep her away without being clear about anything. Sigh. Anyway, on to Koharu.

[shrutikaushal]

Dear Li,

There have been moments in my life when I was forced to believe that kindness no longer existed. The world is full of betrayals and selfishness. Despite those experiences, I treated all my patients with the same amount of love and care. But you were different—you were special to me.

I lost my grandfather at an early age, and your uncanny resemblance to him created a soft spot in my heart. I’ll admit, I was a little biased toward you compared to my other patients. At 99, you taught me what it truly means to care for others.

I still remember our first meeting—it wasn’t the most pleasant one. You had been admitted to the orthopedic ward and made your presence known by shouting in Mandarin, a language no one around could understand. You were so loud and disruptive that it frustrated the entire floor, including me. I thought you lacked empathy for the other sick people around you and felt irritated by how you interrupted the staff as they cared for others.

But everything changed the next time I met you. I discovered that you spoke Hindi, a language I know well. I couldn’t have been happier—because I love talking to elderly patients! Slowly, in bits and pieces, we began to communicate, and I started seeing a different side of you.

Your love for food was remarkable—and your insistence on eating everything warm always made me smile. I’ll never forget how you used to call me over with gestures to check on the woman lying in the next bed. Even though you had no connection to her, you couldn’t bear to see her in pain. You showed such genuine concern for her well-being, always asking me to make sure she was okay, even when you were struggling with your own pain.

You reminded me of a true gentleman, someone who probably spent his youth taking care of others. I still think about the stories I shared with you—like how clumsy I was as a child, constantly injuring myself. You listened so intently and always asked if those old injuries still bothered me.

How can someone who is suffering so much, with no family or friends by their side, and nobody to talk to, still have such a kind and pure heart? If I were in your place, I might have given up on humanity. But because of you, I won’t.

You taught me to remain kind, even in the face of betrayal or disappointment. The hardest part of this journey was watching you weaken toward the end. It broke my heart to see you left alone, refusing food and water as life slipped away. I still remember how much you looked forward to your meals. I cherished those moments when I could take time to feed you, ensuring your food was warm, chatting with you to make you smile.

No one else seemed to notice those little things that mattered to you—but I did. And when you aspirated three times, I was told I could no longer feed you. It was devastating for me—the one task I always looked forward to was gone.

In such a short time, you made me feel the presence of my grandfather again. Thank you for playing games with me, for laughing at my silly stories, and for wiping away my tears when I couldn’t hold back my emotions. I’m trying my best not to cry as I write this.

You’ve given me a reason to be a better human. You showed me that kindness doesn’t need a language. I promise to care for every soul around me with my whole heart, just as you would.

In a world that normalizes selfishness and prioritizing oneself, you reminded me that living for others is what truly makes a life worth living.

Until we meet again, Li, it was an honor knowing a soul as pure as yours.

Your Student Nurse