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weirdsht · 4 months ago

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I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected.

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

#trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf #lcf #cale henituse #lotcf #totcf #tcf x reader #lotcf x reader #le asks #cale x reader #cale henituse x reader #raon miru #tcf raon #lcf raon #x reader #manhwa x reader #x female reader #female reader

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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re2 leon is so cute :((

pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort word count: 746

includes: leon has a nightmare, didn't actually play re2 so maybe the raccoon city parts aren't canon compliant oops, not much dialogue in this, maybe ooc leon ?? hopefully not tho lmao

a/n: i wanna start taking reqs for leon

summary: cuddling with leon after he has a nightmare

requests open !! read my rules first

“leon!” you nearly flinch back when he jolts awake, panting as he moves to sit up. his eyes are wide and frantic as they search through the dark room until you reach out and gently place your hands on his shoulders. “hey, it’s okay, i’m here.”

leon pants, slowly sitting up. your touch is gentle as you hold his face in your hands. his face is flushed and you can hear his heartbeat beating erratically. slowly, he raises a hand to wrap around your wrist. he’s careful - almost as if you’re a fragile piece of glass that will break at any movement too harsh. “you’re here.”

the words are quiet. they feel more like a confirmation to himself than a question for you, but you repeat them all the same. “i’m here.”

you carefully bring your hand up to brush a stray strand of hair out of leon’s eyes. blue irises follow your movements as your hand falls from his cheek down to rest on his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you, tugging your body even closer to his. leon’s body warmth has always been welcome - especially on cold nights during rough missions when your only company is each other and a dirty, concrete floor.

“do you want to talk about it?” you whisper. leon’s answer comes in the form of a warm hand rubbing against your back. he stares up at the ceiling deep in thought as you lean down to lay your head against his shoulder. you bring your hand up to rest on his chest to feel his heartbeat. it’s a habit you’d picked up over the years of your careers. you’d spent hours laying at awkward angles next to tables just watching leon breathe to make sure he was still alive.

the beating has slowed underneath your touch, returning back to a steady rhythm. leon’s hand slips underneath your - his - shirt to rub against your bare skin. it sends shivers up your spine. physical contact has always been leon’s preferred form of intimacy. his brief touches and long, wistful gazes in public turn into loving hugs and eye contact where both of you refuse to be the first to look away in private.

“just a nightmare.” leon finally replies. you can think of a million things that could possibly be haunting him enough to follow him into his dreams. despite his somewhat vague answer, you know better than to push it. instead, you lean up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. it’s the closest place you can reach without moving too much. “i couldn’t save you.” you had grown so accustomed to the silence it nearly startled you when he spoke again. “we were in raccoon city. you were trapped. i was running, and… i couldn’t save you.”

“but you did.” leon shifts to look down at you. “when we first met in raccoon city and i was trapped, and scared, and you found me, you promised you would save me. and you did. and now, we’re here, and we’ve spent the past six years together, and you always save me.”

leon moves to intertwine your fingers together over his chest. he squeezes your hand gently before raising your hands to press a kiss against your knuckles. “you know, you made a promise to me, too.”

“hm?” you lean to look up at him.

“after our first day of training. you held an ice pack against my shoulder for an hour even though the bruise was barely there and you promised to protect me. you’ve never broken your promise either.”

you smile, leaning up to pull leon into a kiss. it’s sweet and short. most of them are. you can feel leon’s lips quirk upwards into a smile of his own until you pull away. “why don’t i make you another promise?” he raises his eyebrows; a silent signal for you to continue. you shift slightly so you’re hovering over him. “i promise to love you. until death do us part.”

you stifle a laugh as leon’s face flushes a light pink. he chuckles, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “then i promise to love you,” he strokes his thumb against your cheek. “until death do us part.” your smile grows as leon leans up, gently pulling you into another kiss. you lay back down against leon’s chest, letting his heartbeat lull the both of you into a now peaceful sleep.

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cobaltcarbonpotassium420 · 2 years ago

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skin to skin - shidou ryusei

tags / warnings: kinda fluffy, shidou is a little confused about his feelings but that's okay, gn! reader, moderately suggestive content but nothing actually happens, not proofread

author's note: first actual fic??? i'm a lil bit bored so why not. i think shidou might be a little ooc in this perhaps but i tried my best! i'm also a little worried that i implied anything too much about the reader's appearance, so i am very very sorry if i did. constructive criticism is appreciated, though i might cry tbh. exams have me fucked up. enjoy!

his hands roam. they don't have any particular goal. he only glides his fingers gently over your skin, exploring the terrain while you sleep. the warm summer air is oppressive, so the duvet has long since been replaced for a much thinner, almost useless blanket. its use is less for warmth than modesty, not that such a thing was really necessary when shidou had already seen everything there was to be seen about you.

his hands traverse over your thighs, still hovering over with a touch so soft he might as well have been dragging a feather along your sleeping form. sure he might have seen everything, but had he ever truly indulged his other senses in you? perhaps he had tasted you, even some hours later you still lingered on his tongue. it's a bitter, salty taste that sent his nerves into overdrive when the first pang hit. he can recreate the moment in his mind, but it never gets him going quite as much as experiencing it does. thoughts are just thoughts, they're never true to the experience.

that's two senses shidou could tick off of his list of ways he knows you, and now he was about to tick off a third. he had felt you before. he held you tight and close, but the sensation was never what he was focused on. he was familiar with how light and malleable you felt in his hands, but truthfully he never indulged in the details of your body. why would he? at the end of the day, your relationship was largely transactional, with very few feelings atttached besides pure, unadulterated lust and passion. he knew your body the way a student might know a book for a class they had to take - they read the summary half an hour before the lesson, and have a vague grasp of the concept, but the details elude them. shidou decided for once to be a good student and learn those details for no reason in particular other than the fact that he was stuck in your apartment with you on account of him having been evicted for threatening other tenants in his old building, and the warm july night kept him awake.

so he goes about slowly studying you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. his hand starts on your thigh, and slowly travels its circumference. you're laying on your side, back facing shidou, hair carefully tucked under your head (shidou had complained about it getting in his face while he slept before, and threatened to cut it off himself if you didn't do something about it), soft breaths escaping past your lips, and completely unaware of shidou's touch on you. he hopes you don't wake up and then misinterpret it for something more romantic and intimate than it is. he's just indulging his curiosity and trying to stave off the boredom from struggling to fall asleep.

he feels how soft you are, a fact he already knew, but never like this. he feels a slight dryness to your skin too, and thinks that perhaps you should invest in a good lotion, not that it mattered much to him. he doesn't care about something as menial as whether you're moisturising properly, but he knows you might. people less confident than him often look for silly insecurities that no one else could give a single shit about. he won't point out your dry skin. he doesn't care enough, he thinks.

his hands travel up further, and on the sides of your legs he can feel the evidence of the tight grip he held you in just hours earlier. he scowls slightly, thinking that something so unsightly and vulgar shouldn't be on you. it grosses him out a little, though he couldn't pin point why. he assumes its because someone like you doesn't deserve to have a reminder of someone like him on their body. shidou isn't completely satisfied with that answer, but he leaves it as it is, he's not a fan of overthinking things.

his hands now reach your hips. as his fingertips skate over the landscape, he feels stretch marks that go down your thighs and around to your back. he could follow these trusty guides to the back but chooses not to, he's too tired for that. instead, he follows them up to your hipbone, and he feels you stir. he retracts his hand, afraid you'll wake up and wonder what he was doing. any misinterpretation of his actions on your part could have devastating repercussions on the relationship between the two of you, and shidou makes an instant decision to lie and say he accidentally grazed his hand over you while turning in his sleep, should you interrogate him about what he was doing.

but you don't. you're still asleep, you just moved your leg a little, perhaps feeling his ticklish touch in your sleep, and assuming it was some annoying mosquito that came to feed from you while you slept. shidou waits a moment before resuming his late-night study session, listening to the occasional car drive by late in the night. light from the streetlamps and moon float into your open window, and the music from the corner shop across the road accompany it. the sound is tinny, and shidou is surprised it can even be heard all the way over in your apartment. the cashier is probably blasting it from the radio to stop the warmth from coaxing them to sleep.

a minute passes, and shidou gingerly places his hand back on your hip. with the way you've moved, he can slightly feel your hip bone poking out, and the change strikes him as a slight surprise. your soft body and his mindless journey have both been interrupted by the feeling of the hard, smooth bone of your hips. it's just a small intrusion though, and he traces it up and down with his ring finger a few times, suddenly conscious of how unpleasant his skin is compared to yours. callouses line his hands from long and difficult workouts; a figure like his came at a price. he's not insecure of them, but sometimes he picks at his callouses when he's bored and needs something to do with his hands, which in turn makes his skin raw, and lifting weights immediately becomes a much more painful activity.

amid his little sidetrack in thoughts, shidou's hand slips off of your hip bone, and ends up on your stomach. he knows for a fact that if you were awake you'd try to slap his hand off, saying that you feel fat when he places his hands on your pillowy tummy. its another insecurity that he doesn't see the value of. another pointless thought wasting space in your mind. he stretches his hand out over your lower belly, and gently tucks his fingers in on the far side, under where gravity has pulled your skin and organs to create a natural pouch. it radiates heat, and ordinarily shidou would retract his hand. he doesn't need something else to make him uncomfortably warm, not when he's already sweating slightly in the middle of the night from the hellish heatwave that feels like its attacking your apartment relentlessly. he decides this spot was made for his hand by the gods though, its the perfect size to provide him with a little grip on you, and the softness just makes it all the more perfect to hold.

the thought crosses his mind that if you were to wake up, you'd definitely misinterpret his actions. your presence is so soft and pleasant though, and your body is so perfectly moulded to fit into his grip that he decides just this one time to enjoy the feeling. he tentatively moves closer to you, yet again trying not to wake you, and decides he'll explain himself in the morning.

#shidou ryusei #bllk shidou #shidou x reader #blue lock #blue lock shidou #blue lock x reader

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lvrrocks · 2 years ago

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what the hell . l.o.v

💻 where the lov find you’ve been caught by a hero , and are forced to lead them to the lov’s base

👤 himiko toga , touya todoroki / dabi , tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura , mr. compress / atsuhiro sako , twice / jin bubaigawara x f!reader ( all separate )

📍kinda upset characters :(, the villains are slightly ooc (especially Twice and Shigaraki. I don’t write for/read much about them)

• • • •

himiko toga

Is definitely taken aback. Like how could this happen? How could her love lead her worst enemy here?

Isn’t mad at you, just weirdly confused

“Sweetie, what’s EraserHead doing here?!”

She knows you didn’t mean to, and she can prove it from the guilty and sad look on your face, as well as the strong grip Aizawa has on you

Soon, the fight breaks out, and all you can do is just hide in another room and wait for it all to be over.

About an hour passes and it’s finally ended, but Himiko has to grab you and run with you fast to your guy’s new hideout, away from EraserHead

As soon as you settle, you break down

“Hey, sweetie, it’s okay!” your lover tried calming you, softly squeezing your arms, “I know you didn’t mean to! Meanie EraserHead did this!”

You can’t help but cry harder at her sweetness. You held all the blame on yourself. You’d risked going out, knowing a hero could identify you as part of the LOV. And sure enough, EraserHead was the one who’d nabbed you, and forced you to your hideout. “But..” you’d barely gotten out through broken sobs, “I led him there! He got there because of me! I was so wreckless- and- I-I-“

She then grabbed you, pulling you in for one of her best hugs. Her clothes smelled like blood, but that wasn’t anything new. You’d gotten used to the metallic smell she’d had on her since you first came across her in that abandoned alley. You wrapped your vaguely bruised arms around her, sobbing into her chest as she pet your hair. “Sweetie..” she cooed, kissing your head all over, “it’s ok..! I don’t blame you, and- I’m pretty sure- the rest of the LOV don’t blame you either. So don’t worry you’re pretty little head!”

You looked up at her, seeing her adorable, fang-y smile that led all the way up to her blood red orbs. It made you smile a bit through your tears, which Himiko wiped away with her thumb. “See,” she said, growing happier at your smile, “you’re okay! You’re even smiling! So cute!”

You were content after that, mostly after her constant reassurances, and even some members of the LOV trying to calm you down.

• •

dabi / touya

He wasn’t.. mad. Not mad. Just.

Just- bewildered

He just stared for a second at your shaking figure, and the bunny-eared hero that’s got an arm around your neck

Soon, he was one of the first to yell. Well, not really yell, as he was talking to you, but he spoke like he was definitely irritated.

“Y/n, come here.”

A lil nervous, you wiggled out of Mirko’s grasp, and jogged to your lover. You could see the vague frustration in his scarred face.

Soon enough, the fight broke out, leading to your warehouse-like hideout to be broken down, and while some of the other members of the LOV fought the hero, you, Dabi, and a couple others fled to somewhere new.

You’d be worried about if the other members would find your location, but Dabi simply stated he’d keep in touch with the others.

Dabi sat you down, his blue orbs staring into your own

“So. What happened?” He sat across from you on the grassy floor of the abandoned building.

You started tearing up, but you didn’t want him to think you were weak, so you held the heels of your hands to your eyes. You feel warm, rough hands against your wrists, and he pulls your hands down.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me, mouse.” he demanded softly, still staring into your eyes.

You sighed. You knew it wasn’t really your fault, you didn’t mean to have Mirko follow you to your hideout. You didn’t mean to make everybody move again.

You never mean too. But it happens.

“Well, uh, I was out getting things and Mirko recognized me, and she knew I was with you guys, so she practically death gripped me, and made me tell her where you were and.. I didn’t wanna get my ass kicked by her.”

He let out a deep sigh. A couple moments passed before he moved to sit beside you, grasping your hand. “Mouse,” he squeezed your hand, “I’ll tell you this right now. It wasn’t your fault. But, I’ll give you a better option when you go out. How about I buy you a new hoodie, and you start wearing a mask, hm? Don’t want you unintentionally risking our safety again.”

“Sorry..” you shied away from his stare, but he grabbed you right back, holding your chin.

“Hey. Don’t shy away from me.” he squeezed your chin, “let’s go somewhere else, mouse.”

• •

tomura / tenko

As the leader of the LOV, and pure hater of all heroes, he’s definitely pissed

Not necessarily at you, but at the woody hero who had you wrapped in his branches.

Between the grip Kamui Woods had on you and the severe death glare Tomura shot him, there was enough tension that you could cut it with one of Toga’s blades.

Tomura got up immediately, storming up to the hero, and the battle commenced quickly.

You ended up being wounded during the fight, a bigger cut on your leg.

Later, Tomura had ended up getting away.

And that’s when he noticed your cut.

“Y-.. y/n..?” he spoke quietly at the sight of your bloodied leg. You winced trying to shift to look at him. “Oh.. ohh.. oh my god..”

He rushed towards you, getting on his knees kneeling next to you. “Holy shit.” Was all he spoke before he yelled at some other member to get a med kit.

As soon as they’d arrived, Tomura shuffled to get his protective gloves on, and he made quick work in getting you patched up. “Damnit.” he mumbled.

“Damnit.” He seemed so… upset. And not in a way you were used to.

Sometimes it was little bursts of frustrations (usually caused by hero news or something), or him yelling at the other members because they fucked something up.

This time he sounded so.. hurt. Like, genuinely hurt.

It made you tear up. He took notice quick.

“Babe..? Oh god what now? What did I do?” He seemed so worried.

“It- it’s nothing, just.. my leg hurts.” you were a terrible liar. He saw right through you, placing a gloved hand on your uninjured thigh.

“You’re an awful liar,” he said, “now, I’ll ask nicely since you just love me being so nice to you.”

He sighed, brushing his hair back a bit. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You blushed at the nickname, knowing perfectly well how it affected you. You gave in. You had to. “Well.. seeing you so upset, and not in the way I’m used to, it.. made me sad.”

His face softened ever so slightly. Even under all that scratchy exterior, you could tell when he was showing genuine emotion. “Babe, I’m upset because you got hurt. That stupid hero brought you here against your will, and of course I have to deal with it, but all that caused you to hurt yourself. Stupid fucking heroes. Always thinking they’re doing good when they’ve only brought harm upon some innocent people. You didn’t do anything. And he just snatched you up like some treasure map, leading him to the little x-marks-the-spot.”

You shakily sighed, and threw your arms around him. Which, in hindsight was a bad idea, because you winced at the pain in your thigh. He tried his best you hold you. You sat there for a while, content.

Until, of course your thigh started feeling wet and warm.

• •

mr. compress / atsuhiro

He was startled, but as per usual, he maintained somewhat of a calm composure.

He was still wildly confused, however.

How could his lovely possibly lead a hero to their hideout? It didn’t make sense.

Then it clicked. You were forced to.

So, him and the rest of the league took care of the hero who’d nabbed you. Forcing you to betray some of the only people you had in life.

After the fight had ended, you were crying a bit. Sat in a corner, arms wrapped around your knees, salty tears streaming down your face.

He walked up to you, and got on a knee in front of you.

“Darling? Hey, why are you crying?” he soothed, holding one of your hands.

It only made you cry harder, and you lept onto him, holding him tight. “I brought that stupid hero here! I was weak.. and he.. he forced me to lead him here..!” You looked at his face, which held a look of worry, as well as empathy.

“My love,” he held you close, “it wasn’t your fault. It’s not like you meant to lead them here. Right?”

You nod, and he gives a small smile, his mask discarded on the ground. He’d taken off all his head gear, and you could see the way his hair was messy and disheveled from the fight, and how his eyes held a compassion he reserved solely for you. “Good. I know you would never lead.. heroes here on purpose.”

He landed a soft kiss on your head, and he wiped away your tears with his gloved thumb. “Now, wipe away those tears, sweetheart. They don’t suit you.”

You smile, and wrap your arms around him as he pulls you up.

“Let’s go see how the others are holding up, hm?”

• •

twice / jin

Of course, he was quite.. split about the whole situation. (wow such a comedian omg)

But in all seriousness, he just stared.

“What?! They brought a HERO here?! How could they?! Wait no it wasn’t their fault. But it must’ve been!”

You would just stare at him, as the mountainous lady hero holding you gripped you tight. She’d flung you on the ground. “Ah, so you weren’t lying to me!” she’d say

Of course, Twice and the rest of the villains would put good work in at taking care of Mt. Lady.

Although, to yours and the LOV’s dismay, you had to relocate. You guys weren’t safe anymore.

As soon as you found solice, you broke down.

He didn’t know how to react at first

“Oh, uhm, sweetie, why are you crying??” He’d come close to your shaking frame against the wall. “Don’t cry! I don’t think it was your fault! At least, I’m pretty sure I don’t. Nope, I don’t!”

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. “Jin.. I led her here. Of course it’s my fault!”

“No no no! Didn’t she make you lead her here? If that’s the case, then it’s not your fault! Don’t worry!” He grabbed you, wrapping you in a hug in his big arms. “No crying! Poof poof, no more tears!”

You giggle through tears at his goofiness. You poke his chest. “Jin-Jin, I think you’re squeezing me to death.”

His eyes widen. “NO NO I’M SORRY-“ he let go, then held you again. “Well, I’m just hugging you. Just being a bit tight?”

You roll your eyes playfully, and nod. “Yep. Just squeezing me a bit. No worries though Jin-Jin.” You kiss his cheek, his stubble grazing you a bit. “Sorry for being so emotional.. I thought I’d really screwed up.”

He frowns a bit, and pets your hair back. “No, no you didn’t! Don’t worry sweetie, you’re okay! I know you.. you didn’t mean to. We never mean to, but stuff happens! And we got it alllll taken care of, so don’t worry your pretty little head.” He gives you a smile. Then he stares off into space for a second. Then looks back at you. “Sweetie, can I put my mask on?”

You nod, knowing how he gets when he has his mask off for too long. “Yes, oh my god I forgot.” You help tug his mask back on, and you can see his smile through the mask.

“I love you, sweetie.” He wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter.

“I love you too, Jin-Jin.”

You stayed like that for a while, until of course you were interrupted by one of the members.

• • • •

Hope you liked it! I know the characters probably seemed a little ooc, but I did my best.

Be safe, love y’all <3

#mha x reader #twice x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #jin bubaigawara #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #himiko toga #himiko toga x reader #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #mr compress #mr compress x reader #atsuhiro sako #mha villains x reader

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danger-xylophones · 2 years ago

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Hi hi hi! Just found your account and saw your requests were open, I was hoping to request some lotr/the hobbit headcanons? Preferably about a reader who's struggling with depression while on the quest and the others notice their behaviour & give them some comfort/hope. You can do whichever characters you see fit, but if it's okay with you I'd particularly like to see Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Thorin, Fili, Kili and Elrond :) thanks a bunch, I hope you have a great day! <3

Howdy, welcome to the shitshow!

Thank you so much for this request! It was really therapeutic to write. Also I apologize if any of these seem ooc.

A lot of the described symptoms are things I've experienced in working through my own depression.

Warnings: depression symptoms, hopelessness, really vague reference to ideation (only in Elrond's)

Can be read as romantic or platonic, gender neutral

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Boromir

This man can be either the least or most comforting

And it all depends on how close you are when the symptoms rear their collective head

Early on, he’ll offer his ear and listen to your troubles but he can’t do much more besides helplessly shrug and say something akin to ‘we must press on’

He doesn’t outright say ‘suck it up’ but it does feel like that's what he means

BUT once you two become close (either as lovers or friends) he will try everything in his power to help

He’s not super knowledgeable on ailments of the mind, his brother was always a little more aware of the fragility of one’s psyche, but he does know the things that help him feel centered in reality

So, with your permission, he’ll take your hands in his

And squeeze them as hard as he can so your mind is forced to react to your body again

He makes sure he doesn’t hurt you but it is an uncomfortable sensation

“I will not lie to you, I understand very little the extent of your mind’s despair. I know I am afraid and I fear for the future and I know it is different than your fear.”

“Because your fear lies within absence - that there is no point in pushing forward because you cannot see a future not filled with suffering.”

And he’d rest his forehead against yours so you can feel another living being.

“But please, if you cannot see that there is a future where the light shines through unimpeded by darkness, trust that I can.”

“Trust that I see a world where there is peace. Trust that I see you there.”

.........

Aragorn

Listen, this he has his own struggles with depression

He understands the best

Why do you think he lived as a ranger for as long as he did?

Because it satisfied the urge to just vanish and have it be like he’d never existed

But he was fortunate enough to have a support system in Elrond and the lord’s children

They helped him learn that yes, there is great suffering and yes, it is pointless

But life isn’t

And since they’re immortal beings who have seen ages come and go and watched the cycles play out before them - they would know best of all

And it is this exact wisdom he passes on to you one night by the campfire after everyone else has gone to sleep

He hadn’t been able to sleep so he’d gotten up to keep you company during your watch

Only to find you lost in the void of your mind, eyes vacant and staring with a question on your lips

“There is no point.” he’d say as he came to stand beside you. “Suffering simply is.”

“Then why even try?” You hissed in distress

“Because life has a voice of its own that is being drowned out by the suffering. We are trying to raise life’s voice once more.”

“And the darkness of this world doesn’t want us to be quieted. So, it makes us hurt. And grieve. And give up.”

“But if you give up, if you surrender yourself, you do not escape it. You become it. Unfeeling and uncaring.”

“I am already unfeeling-“ you’d scoff

“But would you wish your fate - this emptiness you feel, on another? Would you wish it on Frodo?”

And his words would spark to life the little voice in the back of your mind that so rarely got to speak. And it would cry out ‘no’

“This shroud is no easy thing to be rid of.” He’d take your hands in his. “But you do not have to face it alone.”

Legolas

Legolas is another one who does not entirely understand what you're going through

But that does not stop him

He's a very perceptive elf so the second your demeanor shifts he knows somethings wrong

The moment you show the first sign of a depressive episode, whether that be a sudden loss of appetite, a spike in irritability, or a sudden despondency, he starts asking questions

And through your evasive answers, he keeps pressing the issue because he's a very emotional elf and he wants to make sure you're alright

And one night after making camp he's up in a panic because he can't find you.

Gimli mentions seeing you heading towards the bank of the nearby river and he immediately sets out, thoroughly prepared to scold you for wandering off.

But his admonishment dies on his tongue when he hears you crying

Instant panic - are you hurt? are you upset? overwhelmed? scared?

He races right over to you and grabs you by the shoulders

And since he's quiet enough to sneak up on an owl, he scares the shit out of you

And you nearly deck him on instinct

Except, Legolas is quick to catch your hand in one and cup your face in the other

"Tell me what troubles you, please, for it breaks my heart to see you so distraught."

There's a beat

And you finally break and tell him everything - your fears for the journey, your fears that this will all be for nothing, your fears that once Sauron is gone another great evil will take his place.

Every symptom and every stray dark thought

And he listens intently, cradling your face between his hands as if you will break if puts a modicum of force in his hold.

To his credit, you just might.

"I know that there are not enough words to silence the fear that torments you and robs you of your light. But please, if it would help you, allow me to hold you."

After a consenting nod, he pulls you into an incredibly tight hug and angles your ear over his heart so you can hear its steady beat.

And he just holds you until you're ready to face the others again

Going forward he pays closer attention to you and he makes sure you eat and drink water regularly among other things

He keeps you grounded

.........

Elrond

Elrond is the one who knows what to do to help you

Herald or lord, his approach is largely the same

He pulls you aside one day and takes your hands in his, tethering you to him while he speaks

"Your mind has been troubled. Please, tell me what ails you."

You can try and brush him off - the key word being 'try' of course

He is as persistent as Legolas but more capable than anyone else on this list

But he is subtler than the other elf

If you don't answer him, he starts to just take care of you

If you miss a meal, Elrond brings it to you

And he brings his own little snack so you don't feel weird being the only one eating

If he notices you haven't bathed, he will create the most relaxing bath you've ever had and offer gentle reminders to take care of yourself

Insomnia? He has literally every remedy in the world

And when your mind is a tyrant, he fends it off with reminders that not all hope is lost

And an acknowledgment that while the pain you're in is real, it does not have to be permanent and he will help you move past it

Because he cares about you and he values your life

Even when you don't

He's a healer, after all, let him heal you

He also makes sure to redirect your focus to the little things in life, the fragile things that you can protect

Elrond will make you a depression garden and he will help you maintain it for as long as you need him to

And even after that to always remind you that he loves you and that there are others who love you just as much

Thorin

oh boy

I'm sorry, he has no clue what to do

Very similar to Boromir, actually

At first, he's inclined to tell you to suck it up - or even do the shitty thing of trying to one up you with his problems

But, that will pass, eventually

The shift will coincide with his change in attitude towards you as a part of the company

If you're a dwarf, it won't take as long for him to be willing to hear you out

Hobbit, is a close second, then human, and lastly - elf

Regardless, eventually he will come around and realize that he's being an ass

He's still clueless but now he's at least making an effort to help you

Since he doesn't quite know what to do, he starts by just offering his ear

He tries to be very reassuring about the quest for the arkenstone

It'll get to the point where he opts for physical comfort

A hand to the knee, your back, your arm

When you're closer, he'll press his head against yours to ground you in moments of high stress

Unfortunately he never gets better with his words, everything he says always comes across as gruff and dismissive (despite not actually intending to sound like that)

But he has a comforting presence that he offers freely to you

And he will happily stand up to anyone in the company giving you shit for your symptoms

He has plans to encourage the greatest dwarven healers to start looking into mental health once he reclaims Erebor

.........

Fili

Unlike his uncle, Fili does have a surface level understanding of what you're going through

Honestly, because I headcanon Dis has some form of depression (genetics)

So, he's more aware of what that entails and understands that it's not a moral failing or a personality defect

He treats it like a curable disease - literally like it's a fever that will eventually break

When he notices you're acting off compared to what he'd expect, he'll pull you aside and out of ear shot of the others

"I noticed you've been a little down, lately - need an ear?"

Similar to some others, if you brush him off, he won't let it go - but he's a bit more subtle about it.

"Well, alright then, just know I'm keeping an eye out for you. It's always good to have somebody who's got your back, after all. Oh, like this one time Kili and I-"

He's almost casual about everything??? Like, he doesn't just ignore the fact you're suffering but he's very careful with showing his concern

Because he knows from personal experience that having people all up in your business (even when they mean well) is not fun

He also does a damn good job of keeping the others from overwhelming you

"What's wrong with them?" Dwalin huffs one night.

"Nothing, Master Dwalin," Fili is swift to reply as he ladles a portion of soup into a bowl for you, "they said they've just been feeling the weight of the journey a bit more these past few days. Rest assured, they're fine." The blond dwarf trounces away before any of the others can comment.

That's another thing he does - he brings you food during every meal and he eats with you

He noticed that you wouldn't eat if no one was paying attention to you and you wouldn't if people talked to you during your meal. So, he convinced Thorin to put you and him on watch during meals so you two had a built in excuse to eat in silence together without the rest of the company questioning you.

With time, he helps rebuild your hope through simple companionship and the normalization of your illness.

He knows you've got fragile pieces but you're not made of glass and he's not your savior.

He's your support

Kili

Clueless but somehow still helpful

He like...doesn't notice something's wrong???

Like genuinely, he thinks you're just like that and his whole thought process is 'yeah, they're a bit different, but I think they're cool'

I mean, how long did he call Bilbo 'Mr. Boggins' without realizing he was saying it differently?

Fili's probably the one that tells him that your odd habits are symptoms of depression

And he's just like 'oh' and then proceeds to ask what the hell that means

He hunts you down and is like 'why didn't you tell me you were sick????'

And then comes the not so fun part of explaining to him what you're actually going through

He does accidentally do the thing where he treats you like you can't take care of yourself but that doesn't last long

But he does ping pong back and forth between being genuinely helpful and being so clueless

It takes you sitting him down again and explaining to him that while you recognize that he wants to be helpful, he's stressing you the hell out

He will finally settle into his role as this supportive, comforting distraction

He's the type to crack jokes with you when you're feeling particularly down

The first time it happened, you'd gotten a little angry at him but he persisted and startled you which inadvertently helped shake you out of your slump long enough to realize you were in one and that there were steps you could take to make you feel better

And now, whenever you feel particularly hopeless - you go to Kili so he can distract you from the torment of your own mind

#lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #hobbit x reader #lotr #the hobbit trilogy #rop #boromir #kili #fili #legolas #elrond #thorin #x reader #aragorn

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ember1205 · 2 years ago

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Donnie x Reader Oneshot

Warnings: vague mental health issues if you squint hard enough, I've kept reader gender neutral, fluff, ooc Donnie ig.

Summary: You can't seem to shake the bad feelings that have been going through your head one night and just need to be with someone.

A/N: This isn't proofread and probably never will be. I mostly wrote this for myself because I've been going through some bad feels. I still wanted to make something for other people to read and maybe feel better as well.

To the story!

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It was one of those nights. The feeling of dread and fear crawling through your chest like some slimey snake. It brought a chill to your bones.

Maybe forgoing your pants when you got into bed earlier wasn't the best decision. You clutch your pillow even closer to your front.

No matter what you did or whichever way you turned, you couldn't get comfortable enough. Couldn't shake the feelings from your brain. Couldn't sleep.

You reach for your phone for what feels like the hundreth time only to be disappointed with the screen shining 1:14am into your eyes.

The feelings in your chest only seem to be getting worse as the seconds go by. Memories you'd rather forget seem to all want to resurface to make the worse.

You could handle it anymore. You just needed someone, as much as you hated to admit it, even to yourself.

Gravity was fighting against you as you went to push yourself up from the too stiff mattress. Swinging your bare legs over the side of the bed, you sit there willing yourself to stand, the pillow still tight in your hold.

After a few minutes, you're able to slip off your bed, putting your weight on your feet to stand. Bare feet on the cold floor made a shiver go through you. That wasn't the last, though, as the shivers continued to shake your shoulders.

Finding your way through the lair was like second nature to you at this point, even if it is the dead of night. So you took to time at all to make it to Donnie's room.

You lightly knock out of habit before almost silently opening the door when you heard the stirring of a softshell on the other side.

A light glow of neon purple helping you to see your surroundings, you close the door shutting out the outside light.

Bringing your gaze up from the floor, you meet tired turtles sleepy gaze. Donnie had himself propped up with his hands behind him. The blanket seemed to have slipped down him when he sat up as some of it pooled around his waist and only covered one of his legs that were sprawled out in front of him. The other was hanging off the edge of the bed completely bare since he chose to only sleep in his usual black shorts.

"You need something?"

Donnie asked in a soft voice to coax you to speak.

You didn't realize how long you were standing there thinking of what to say until Donnie broke the silence.

"Need you." You spoke quietly. So quietly that he might not have heard you if it wasn't dead silent.

You realized how you might have looked. Like a child going to their parents' room saying they had a nightmare. The pillow clutched in your arms seemed to push that thought even more.

The sound of your voice must have told Donnie something because he was now fully awake and alert to whatever was happening.

"Okay, do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head.

"Wanna lay with me?"

A pause before you give a short nod.

No more words were exchanged as Donnie scooted over to give you room to climb in which you gladly did.

Your pillow was still to your chest as you layed pressed to his. He didn't seem to mind as he laced the blanket over you both and wrapped his arms around you, one arm behind your shoulders and the other draped over your side. He placed his chin on your head and released a sigh that moved your hair slightly.

You're not sure what it was, whether it be the warmth of the blanket, the tightness of Donnie's hold on you, or just being with him, but everything seemed to spill out.

Your body tensed more, if that were even possible, and you pushed your face deeper into Donnie's colarbone. Your teeth clenched, and lips pulled together tight. Tears quickly started to gather in your eyes before falling down your face onto Donnie's skin.

You pressed into him more and he began rubbing his hand up and down your back and nuzzled into the top of your head. Your breathing became uneven and your shoulders continued to shake, bit it wasn't from the cold anymore.

No words were exchanged and you went on like this for some time before everything that you held in your chest was let out. You followed Donnie's breathing to help calm yourself down (something Mikey had taught you) and soon all your anxieties and cold feelings melted away leaving your body limp against Donnie's hold.

Feeling you had calmed down, Donnie places a soft kiss on your head. After a second, he pulls away just enough to free your face from his neck. This gave him enough space to continue his kisses on your face.

One to your forehead.

Then to the corners of your eyes. Ridding them of any stray tears.

One to the bridge of your nose.

One to your cheek.

And lastly, he ghosts one onto your lips before pulling away and placing his forehead against yours.

"I'm here with you."

It's whispered, and your nearly numb mind doesn't catch it, but it registers after another minute of silence.

Slowly, you move your hand from its spot on your pillow to lightly touch whatever part of Donnie you could reach first. To let him know that you're also there. No longer lost inside yourself, but laying with him in the moment.

He gently moves his head away to place it back atop yours and moves the hand around your shoulders to the base of your head to pull you closer to him.

He gives you one last squeeze, and let's out another sigh. You both relax into one another, sinking into the mattress.

With your mind and heart cleared and the comfort of the softshell around you, sleep begins to take hold, and your consciousness begins to fade, and eventually, you fall into a peaceful sleep.

#rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donatello #donatello hamato #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donnie tmnt #donnie x you #donnie x reader #donnie x y/n #tmnt 2018 #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #comfort #light angst #fiction #cute and cuddly #cuddles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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stellamancer · 1 year ago

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kitchen improv (katsuki bakugou x reader)

notes: just like everything else in this series based on real life experiences! LMAO. i should be working on shine on the sea but this happened lmao. i promise i am really not this prolific!!!

contains: possible ooc. i have very little confidence when it comes to writing bakugou’s voice. also not proofread/beta read, i apologize for an errors.

wc: 1.1k

Bakugou is going to kill you.

You fret wildly over your stovetop, over the pot of soup gently boiling there. It smells heavenly and why wouldn’t it? It was a recipe you’d received from Bakugou a while back, after he’d shown up on your doorstep one evening, touting a container housing a bright lemon yellow soup. He’d said something about making too much and not wanting it to go to waste, and you, ever the glutton, were not one to refuse a free meal, especially one that was home cooked.

You also suspected he’d known you’d planned to eat, as he liked to call it, more of that ‘convenience store shit’ but that’s neither here nor there.

Rather than just leave the soup with you, he’d come in and the both of you chatted while you graciously ate the warm velvety soup he’d offered you. To be honest, it was probably supposed to be two meals worth, but Bakugou’s cooking was so damn good you’d consumed it all in one sitting. Once you were done, Bakugou, after what looked like some thinking, handed you a little recipe card, written in a neat and careful hand, for the soup and off-handedly remarked that even someone like you could probably make it.

He is going to kill you when he finds out he was wrong.

You can already hear him now, annoyance and disappointment saturating his voice as he tells you exactly what you did wrong: you didn’t follow the instructions. It’s not that they were hard to follow or even vague, because Katsuki Bakugou is nothing if not meticulous. You just happened to be… a little loose with them. It should have been fine, you’ve heard that cooking is not an exact science, that it’s okay to improvise a little and that things would still turn out fine.

But maybe you improvised just a little too much.

Panicked, you pace back and forth down the length of your kitchen. Is there something you can do to salvage this? You glance at the pot, the soup looking more and more ominous by the second. Surely, there’s something you can add to make it better… but what? More eggs? More broth?

While you’re contemplating your options the doorbell echoes throughout your apartment and you curse. More than following the goddamn instructions, what you really should have done was not mention to Bakugou that you were making his stupid soup recipe. He’s been teaching you how to cook for how long now? Of course he was going to come and try the fruit of his student’s labor.

You take a deep breath and march over to the door. There’s no use in pretending you’re not home; he already knows you’re here. Besides, if you ignore the doorbell long enough he may very well just bust his way in on his own, thinking you’ve passed out in the kitchen or something.

The front door swings open revealing Bakugou, dressed casually in one of his black t-shirts. You do your best to not get distracted by his sculpted arms, peeking at you from beneath his sleeves; you’ve got a crisis to divert.

“Hey,” you say, leaning against the doorway, with what you hope doesn’t look like a strained smile.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow immediately. Wrong move. He glances past you toward what you think is the kitchen, then looks back at you. “Fess up. What went wrong?”

You gulp. Of course he can tell.

He snorts, and before you can even try to explain yourself, he’s pushing past you. Desperate, you latch onto one of his arms, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Bakugou, wait, I can explain—” you whine as he stomps into the kitchen.

“Doesn’t smell like ya messed up, so—” He stops short as he peers down into the pot. Your breath stops in your chest. Your heart too. Bakugou is completely silent as he stares down into the abyss known as your stock pot. He doesn’t look at you when he finally speaks, his voice completely flat. “You didn’t use chicken stock.”

You squeak. He’s correct. “I… I thought vegetable stock would be okay because that’s what I had on hand!”

How were you supposed to know that vegetable stock would affect the color of the soup that badly? Instead of the pretty lemony yellow the soup is supposed to be, it is a strange cross between orange and brown. If you had to be honest, the color is absolutely off putting— no food meant for consumption should be this color.

Terrified of Bakugou’s response, you shut your eyes, preparing yourself for the scolding. But… it doesn’t come. When you open your eyes he’s still staring at the soup, frowning slightly, like he’s actually unsure what to do. You wonder if he’s also thinking if there’s something that could be done to fix the color.

“...d’ya taste it?”

You definitely seasoned it, but you were far too worried about the soup’s unpalatable color to think about tasting it. Bakugou can tell what your answer is and reaches up to flick your forehead.

“Idiot. Y’should always be tasting yer damn cooking!”

You wince. “But the color!”

He lets out a frustrated sigh and grabs the little tasting dish he convinced you to buy and ladles a little bit of the soup into it, sipping at it. Bakugou’s expression doesn’t change as he tastes the soup, so you can’t tell if it tastes as bad as it looks or worse. Then, he ladles a little more to the dish and offers it to you.

Scared, you stare at the pale brown liquid. It can’t be poisonous. If it was then Bakugou would have said something. For sure. But still, you’re worried. What if it’s gross?

“Hurry up. We don’t got all night,” Bakugou grumbles.

You take a deep breath, and lean forward to try the soup. As you do, you realize that this would count as Bakugou hand feeding you. The thought makes you almost spit out the soup, but you manage to keep cool so you can taste it and…

It actually tastes good. Not the same as when Bakugou made it, but good. Most definitely edible.

You stand up straight and Bakugou is regarding you with a small smile. He knows it’s good too. “Food ain’t all about looks, ya know. “S more important that it tastes good.”

You nod in agreement. He has a point. You’ve eaten a lot of ‘ugly food’ that tasted amazing and a lot of ‘pretty food’ that tasted like garbage. “Right.”

He nods, then flicks your forehead again. Kinder this time. Gentler. “Just make sure ya follow the instructions next time, dork.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bnha x reader #nikuniku fics #in regards to me #i had the stuff to make a homemade vegetable stock so i did that #i should come up with an actual name for this damn series #kitchen adventures with bkg?#lets go with that

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blackcatruse · 4 months ago

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𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: "it's not like i like him! seriously." it's not like i'm cut out for this world anyway. word count: 4.4k chapter cw(s): swearing, possible ooc, mentioned death, implied torture, reader cannot catch a break a/n: every time i make an ashes chapter post i have to edit like four times because the formatting gets all weird. like stay small when i need you too!!!!! if anyone knows a fix i would be eternally grateful. it's very annoying to keep fixing :c

“You have SO much explaining to do!” Shika exclaimed, punctuating her words with jabs of her chopsticks.

You watched the noodles dangling precariously from the ends. In an attempt to delay the inevitable, you shoveled noodles into your face so you didn’t have to talk.

After you’d lied to Shika about Rindou, she spluttered like a dying engine and poked your chest with enough force to hurt. “You look exhausted, so I’ll let you sleep. But when I come back later today, you’re spilling everything!”

You mumbled a promise as Shika snuck out the window you’d entered from. Your body went into autopilot and you vaguely remembered showering, throwing on comfy clothes, and collapsing face down on your bed. You were awoken some time in the evening to a loud knocking on your door. Shika had returned and brought food for the interrogation. You had no idea what story you were going to concoct, but it’s not like Shika personally knew Rindou, so you could possibly bullshit your way through it.

You groaned and stared at the ceiling. “Where do I even begin?” you muttered under your breath. Your knack for digging yourself into a hole knew no bounds. It stepped up and liked to be the star of the show. Oh well, you supposed it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for you.

“Okay, let me ask. When did you meet? How did you get him? How long has this been going on and why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Shika demanded, still pointing her chopsticks accusingly at you.

“We met when I was discussing the job for Kichiro. I don’t know how I got him. I tried really hard to be obnoxious but he just keeps coming back. It’s been going on for,”—you paused to think—“a few months now, if I had to wager a guess. And I didn’t tell you sooner because we weren’t friends.”

“And he doesn’t care that you’re associated with Brahman?”

“Saying I’m part of Brahman is a stretch. You and I both know Wuxing operates without Senju’s knowledge, so long as Takeomi gets his hush money. They might as well be separate entities,” you pointed out. “I don’t think he cares, honestly. Neither of them seem super invested in Rokuhara Tandai either, probably related to how they’ve been on their own for so long.”

“And probably why they insist on having different colored uniforms,” Shika commented. “Okay, so what were you doing that led to that?” She pointed at the bandage on your cheek. You’d changed it for a fresh one after inspecting the angry red mark.

“Got shot at.”

The silence between you and Shika was oppressive. Maybe you should have lied, but you were a little too tired to focus on maintaining a ruse.

“Who was trying to shoot you?” Shika’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear her.

“Some bastards hired by the people who want to get their hands on me,” you sighed. “I just want all this shit to be over already.”

Shika nodded in understanding. You were going stir crazy with only a few people to talk to. Definitely-Hato never answered your texts, and Nezumi was busy covering his own territories and yours. Shika responded instantly, but she mentioned that Suzaku told her to answer any message or call from you immediately.

“You really don’t know, do you?” Shika asked gently.

“Nope, and that answer isn’t going to change. The only information I know is that Rokuhara got set up with some phony deals the same way we were set up. Whoever the Haitanis interrogated ended up dead some time later. The organization threatening to overthrow the Three Deities wants to cover their tracks for now,” you said. “They’ll likely reveal themselves when the time is right, or something dramatic like that.”

“And somehow you’re important to them?”

“And somehow I’m important to them,” you confirmed. “Really don’t know why. I don’t come from a family of any importance. Mom killed herself. I hate my dead brother. Don’t know anything about my dad. For all I know he went to get cigarettes and never came back. Mom never liked when I asked about him, so I learned to shut up about it from a young age.”

“The more I learn about you, Lotus, the more concerned I am for you.”

“Don’t be,” you grunted. “I know my reality is bleak, so I’m just trying to get out and get away from this life.”

“I guess it’s admirable that you’ve been fighting this long,” Shika hummed. “I don’t know if I’d be able to survive what you’ve been through.”

“Trust me,” you snorted. “Some days I wonder how I’m surviving too.” You stuffed more noodles into your face and slurped loudly.

Shika sighed with disappointment. “You never answered me,” she chided. “Why were you shot at?”

You swallowed your current mouthful before saying, “I’m working some jobs with Rokuhara and they’re going to bargain with Wuxing about my debt.”

“Wow, he must really love you then.”

Inelegantly, you choked on your next bite. You coughed and slapped around your coffee table to find your glass. You took a sip of water with your shaking hands and coughed a little more. Love? Even if your whole relationship with Rindou was fabricated, love was such a foreign concept to you. You couldn’t outright deny Shika’s comment because it might blow your cover wide open.

“I, uh, I think it’s too early to call it love,” you said, voice hoarse.

“But he’s helping you get out.”

“Well, the deal was arranged before, uhm, before feelings were, uh, involved?” The pitch of your voice was higher at the end, like you weren’t confident in your faux lover.

Shika raised a perfectly shaped brow and crossed her arms. You knew she was suspicious. She wasn’t going to rat you out, but you knew she knew something wasn’t adding up. “Okay Lotus, spill everything or I’m withholding dessert.”

“You’re a monster,” you gasped.

Shika just grinned smugly and you sighed, accepting defeat. You told the story from the beginning—how the Haitani brothers owned the club you met Kichiro at and how they found you and beat the shit out of you before Kakucho came to make a deal. You mentioned the few times you ran into the Haitanis inadvertently and how the conversation was generally cordial. You sprinkled in a few lies about your impressions of Rindou. But when you brought up the incident in the alley, you found that you didn’t have to make anything up.

Even if Rindou was a pain in your ass, he was acutely attuned to what you needed in that moment. No coddling. No reassurance. Not acting like you were shattered beyond repair. Just treated you like everything was normal. As much as you loathe to admit it, you did appreciate it.

You talked a little bit about Ran, and how easy it was to banter with him and that he bought you crepes one time. You weren’t sure how he felt about you anymore since the first job went sideways real fast. Even if the banter was friendly, you knew better than to think Ran cared about you or that there was any sort of understanding between you two. You’d let your guard down, you realized. Did you actually trust the Haitani brothers now? God, maybe your brain had been knocked around too much.

“Hold on, hold on,” Shika interrupted you. “You were at gunpoint, about to be kidnapped, and Rindou came back for you? And you want to look me in the eyes and say that he feels nothing for you?”

“Well, when you put it like that,” you trailed off. “But it’s really not what it sounds like. I mean, I am a key player in the jobs, and I haven’t done the second one yet. So it makes sense that they wouldn’t want to lose an asset.”

Shika scrunched up her nose. “But you went to sacrifice yourself so he could get out?”

“So the job would be done,” you responded, attempting to emphasize that you really only played a transactional role.

Shika thumped you between the brows. You frowned and rubbed the spot as she glared at you. “It sounds to me like he cares about you. So accept that.”

“You know that’s impossible for me!” you whined. “I’m not good with people liking me. It was easier when everyone hated me.”

Shika was a blur as she tackled you from her spot on the floor. You yelped and shoved your food haphazardly on the table. Shika stared down at you with an intensity that made you want to disappear. “Stop that,” she scolded you.

You looked away from her and said nothing. You mumbled an apology and Shika sat back on her heels. The mood soured slightly, but Shika immediately defused it by asking, “Think you can hook me up with Ran?”

“I don’t know if you’d want that,” you said. “Besides, no one’s supposed to know I’m ‘affiliated’ with them. I can’t put in a good word without explaining how you know my connection to them.”

Shika pouted. “You’re so cruel! Help a sister out!”

“Trust me, I think I’m doing you a favor by not introducing you to Ran. You can do way better.”

You watched the conflict in Shika’s eyes, but before Shika could say anything, your Wuxing burner phone went off. Both of you stared at each other. Who was calling you? Why directly? Did they find something out about you or whatever? The caller ID just read “Unknown”, which meant it could be Suzaku or any of the higher ups in Wuxing.

You flipped the phone open and answered, “Hello?”

“Lotus, are you busy right now?”

The tension left your body as you recognized the tired voice on the other end. “Miko, I’m on house arrest and I can't do anything.”

There was no dry chuckle or even an exasperated sigh. Miko’s long pause of silence had your heart pounding in your chest. “Uh, why?” You decided to follow up.

“I need you to come to the hospital.” Miko’s curt response and cold tone genuinely unnerved you.

The hospital? There were many throughout Tokyo, which one would she—oh, right. Miko liked to moonlight at a hospital near Roppongi as a part time forensic pathologist. But why would she need you?

“I mean, I can,” you started hesitantly. “I kind of don’t want Suzaku to yell at me and I don’t want to get kidnapped.”

“It’s fine,” Miko answered, shutting down your excuses. “I cleared it with Suzaku. He knows it’s important. You can have someone escort you.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

There was a click as Miko hung up. You clapped your own phone shut and looked at Shika. “How do you feel about a field trip?”

You were going to be sick. You crouched on the tile floor of the morgue with your lunch threatening to make a reappearance. Miko stood above you, her face unreadable as she nudged a metal trash can towards you with her foot. She fiddled with an unlit cigarette, her eyes straight ahead.

“Do you recognize them?” Miko’s voice had no warmth in it.

Without a doubt you knew them. You recognized the tattoos and piercings and the dark circles under the eyes of the two bodies laying on exam tables. The bruises and swelling would have obscured the identity if you didn’t see Kichiro’s tattoo. You didn’t want to think about it. These teenagers were dead because of you. This was your fault.

Your stomach churned and you clapped your hands over your mouth. Tears threatened to spill over. What the hell? You knew that they weren’t entirely safe, but you designed a plot in mind to minimize their involvement. But they knew. Whoever the fuck was after you knew and they did this as some sort of fucked up warning. That’s all you could come up with. That’s the only thing you could imagine. Did that mean anyone involved with you would die? Or was it just because Kichiro and Hifumi were tangled up in the scheme and there was no saving them regardless? Still, they weren’t that much younger than you. The rest of their lives were stripped away and laid here on the cold metal.

Flashes of their tortured bodies were seared into your mind. You didn’t miss that their hands didn’t have fingernails, and you were willing to bet they didn’t have some of their teeth based on how swollen their cheeks were. Who could do this? What the fuck were you getting dragged into?

The dam burst and you jerked forward, barely making it over the trash can before you were retching. It was a disgusting sound that echoed in the sterile room around you. You coughed violently and tried to draw in breath, but it was only shallow gasps. You finally let yourself cry. Everything happening now was because of you.

With a sigh, Miko kneeled next to you and patted your back reassuringly, rubbing comfortable circles in your shoulder. “I know,” she said quietly.

“What happened?” you choked out.

“I’m not sure,” Miko answered honestly. “Their bodies were found on Genbu’s territory, near the station where we had the captives. They’ve been dead for at least a few days.”

“It has to be a message,” you insisted, your voice rasping. “There’s no other way about it. My involvement with them and the fake deals—that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Possibly.” Miko didn’t say anything more. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It rustled as she unfolded it. “This was left on their bodies.”

You stared at the paper, struggling to make sense of the bold letters and strokes in front of you. It looked like English. Miko read it to you, voice barely audible, “Seek Nirvana.”

You violently lurched again and spilled nothing but bile. That’s what they told you at the station before they went quiet. Something about your family ties. You didn’t want to know. You were unwillingly being dragged closer to the truth. People were dying because of a secret you didn’t know and didn’t have any desire to learn.

“You know what it means?”

“Not at all,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. “But before my lockdown the Four Symbols met at Genbu’s headquarters and they made me part of the interrogation. You know, the guys that tried to kidnap me but ended up getting captured? They told me to ‘seek Nirvana’ if I desired any truth about my family.”

Miko pursed her lips. “I see.”

“We can ask them again, can’t we?” you asked, trembling.

“No, they killed themselves shortly after you went on lockdown.”

You whipped your head around fast enough to pop your neck. “What? How was that even possible in Genbu’s custody?”

“We don’t know,” Miko said. She stood up and you heard the cracking of her knees. She offered you a hand. “Come walk with me. Fresh air will be good for you,” she said, making it an order rather than a suggestion.

You took her hand with your clean one and stood on wobbly legs that nearly buckled when you saw the sheet covered bodies again. Miko caught you with a surprisingly strong grip and walked you out of the morgue.

Upon seeing you being escorted and partially dragged out, Shika pushed away from the wall she was leaning on. Questions burned in her eyes, but you shook your head. Miko looked at Shika with a polite smile. “Shika, dear, you should head home. I’ll make sure Lotus gets back in one piece. Suzaku would be upset otherwise. And if anyone gives you shit, direct them to me.”

Shika nodded tersely. “Of course, Doc. Take care of her okay? She’s kind of a mess.”

Miko snorted with a mirthless laugh. “I am well aware of this one’s penchant for danger.”

You frowned. “C’mon guys,” you whined. “Can’t you wait to talk about me behind my back?”

Shika clapped you on the shoulder. “Please, you know that anything we’d say behind your back, we’d say to your face.” She grinned at your frown before going on, “Let me know when you’re home okay? I’ll swing by.”

“You got it,” you said with a brief nod. “Drive back safe.”

Shika’s grin widened as she walked backwards, “I make no promises!” she called out to you, making you roll your eyes.

You and Miko exited the hospital to see that it was raining. Miko had grabbed an umbrella from a stand near the doors and gave it to you. “Hold this,” she instructed.

You held the umbrella in your hands while Miko pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. You always thought it was odd that a doctor was smoking, but you supposed that a doctor associated with Wuxing probably needed the nicotine. You heard the clicks of the lighter and watched Miko light the cigarette with practiced ease. She brought it to her lips and inhaled deeply. Smoke escaped her mouth as she let out a slightly shaky breath.

She looked at you and then motioned her head to the rain. You opened the umbrella and you both stepped out from underneath the awning at the front of the hospital. The rain pattered lightly against the waterproof fabric and a few stray drops splashed against you, but you and Miko remained mostly dry. Her cigarette burned red at the end and with each drag she took you tried not to cough.

Neither of you said anything, just walked aimlessly in the rain. The sidewalks and streets were fairly empty, but it was later in the evening and it was raining. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. Hopefully you’d be on your way home before it started storming something fierce.

You tried to clear your head, but all you could see was how lifeless Kichiro and Hifumi were. You weren’t their friend. You hadn’t talked to them since you completed the job. You figured they were safe, but clearly the mastermind didn’t like anyone with connections to their schemes to be alive. How many more would be killed or hurt before you decide to give yourself up? Why wouldn’t Wuxing give you up? They didn’t care about you, just your debt. Maybe your hunters would be able to pay off that debt and then you’d just be in their hands for a little bit. Or they’d kill you. That’d be a waste, buying you from Wuxing just to kill you when they could just as easily shoot you on the street or kidnap you. Wouldn’t be the first time anything like that had happened to you.

Miko drew you out of your thoughts with a basic question. “What do you know about Wuxing?”

“Uh,” you started off intelligently. “Had I known there was going to be a quiz, I’d have studied.” The joke didn’t land with Miko. Sighing you answered honestly, “Not much. Just that they came from China after Kirin’s gambling dens were busted and they tried to make their way here and get footing, but another gang was in power at the time. Can’t remember which one, but I know it wasn’t Toman. Anyway, they managed to affiliate themselves with Brahman and that’s how they’ve been operating ever since.”

Miko took another drag of her cigarette and spoke, “Them getting busted wasn’t the only thing that caused them to flee.”

You turned your head to look at her, but she was staring straight forward. Miko didn’t spare you a glance as she kept walking. “There was another gang that Wuxing had business with. They were upset about a deal that they made with Kirin, because they wagered something precious to the gang.”

“And they want it back? They’d seriously dishonor a deal?” You weren’t surprised, since rival gangs screwed each other over regularly. However, when it came to business, most of these people were true to their word. It just struck you as odd.

“I don’t know what was stolen,” Miko confessed, “but it must have been significant to the leader of that gang if they followed Wuxing here.”

“Do you know their name?”

“No,” Miko replied. “I overheard the Four Symbols talking about it, but I didn’t get to hear anything important.”

“So what does that have to do with me?” you wondered aloud. “I don’t know anything about another gang coming over here, but they know something about me.”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, too. The Four Symbols and Kirin are quiet about it, and nothing makes sense. As far as I know, you have no relationship to this gang at all. However, I’m assuming that they’re the ones after you. It’s the only logical explanation I can think of, but there’s still so much missing.”

“One of the members I ran into did say something about toppling the Three Deities. Maybe they just want to get their hands on me because I’m good at what I do. They take me out and profits drop significantly,” you mused. “At least that’s what everyone’s been telling me. I’ve been on lockdown for a while now, and we aren’t suffering from losses, from what I’ve gathered.”

“It’s weird,” Miko confirmed with a small dip of her head. “There’s too much up in the air, and Kirin wouldn’t take kindly to me poking around. I’m already on thin ice because I couldn’t save his wife. Or was it his lover? Not sure. She was too far gone by the time they brought her to me. He resents me for it, but he keeps me on board.”

Hearing that Kirin had a wife was a first for you. You couldn’t imagine a man as secretive as him being in a relationship with anyone. Maybe it was a marriage of convenience? Wuxing was pretty powerful in China, from what you gathered. Making that type of deal with Wuxing’s leader would probably escalate the other group’s power significantly. It could be possible that the marriage happened in Japan though, to create a union that would put Wuxing’s name on the street. You didn’t know for sure and gang politics made your head spin. You were probably better off not knowing.

“They knew who I was before I was Lotus, though,” you murmured. That caught Miko’s attention and she stared down at you with wide eyes. “Something isn’t right about this. How would they know that about me?”

“They could have followed the news,” Miko hummed. “You were a missing person case for a few months. The members appear to be shrewd and calculating, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they caught wind of you as Lotus and connected the dots.”

“Maybe.” You weren’t sold on the idea, but it was the only thing that made sense at the moment. “I’m sick of this. Just tell whoever’s after me to pay my debt and I’ll go see what they want.”

“Kirin won’t let go of his main money maker that easily.”

“He earns enough from the other divisions and his gambling dens that he doesn’t really need me,” you pointed out.

“Possibly, but you tipped his profits into six figures with the deals you made and nurtured. There’s a chance that if you’re out of the picture, those deals will go up in smoke.”

You grunted, not having thought of that point. You were persistent enough that you wore people down into making deals with you, and when you gave them what you promised and more, they started to do business with you and only you. Nezumi had told you that the jobs of yours he had taken over had the clients asking about your wellbeing. He just told them you were sick, but you could only be sick for so long before they started getting suspicious.

“Suzaku’s going to have to let me roam again if he wants to keep those deals going,” you said. “They’re already suspicious that I haven’t been running. Finding a balance between maintaining your funds and keeping a key member from getting kidnapped or killed seems difficult. I’m glad I’m not the leader of a gang or anything. Sounds too messy.”

Miko stopped walking, so you paused too. You had somehow made a full circle while conversing and were back at the hospital. In the cover of the building, you were able to fold up the umbrella and Miko snubbed her cigarette. “You never did answer my question,” she said. “Did you know those two?”

“Y-yeah, I did,” you choked out. “They were blackmailed into assisting the plot to kidnap me. I tried to help them. I wanted them to get out because I know things are taking a dangerous turn right now and they didn’t need to be a part of it.” You swallowed back the lump in your throat. Their deaths were going to rest heavily on your shoulders for a long, long time. “Kichiro Yamazaki and Hifumi Kato,” you said flatly. “Those are their names.”

Miko simply nodded at you. “Thank you,” she said. She put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You did what you could, Lotus. It was admirable, but we all know that this was a possible outcome.”

You shook off Miko’s hand and wiped at your teary eyes. “I know.” You hated the way your voice cracked. “I knew there was a chance, but I didn’t think that it would actually happen. I didn’t talk to them after the job in hopes that would be enough, but maybe I should’ve kept in touch with them. Then I’d know.”

“You couldn’t have saved them,” Miko whispered. “The course of action you took was the best to try and preserve their lives, but you can’t control what this other gang is doing.”

Miko was right, but that didn’t mean it made you feel better about it. These deaths weren’t something you could shake off. You’d seen people die and felt nothing, but somehow, this was different. Maybe it was because you tried your hardest to keep them safe and they still got caught in the crossfire, and in that situation, you saw yourself. You could do everything to keep yourself safe, but the end result would likely be you dying no matter what you do. It felt like something had broken inside of you and you weren’t sure what to do to fix it.

Please do not reupload, translate, or steal my work! If it isn't here or on my ao3, it's not me! Likes & reblogs appreciated! <3 Dividers courtesy of @/cafekitsune & @/firefly-graphics

#ruse’s ashes #x reader fanfic #rindou haitani x reader #reader insert #tokyo revengers reader insert #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers ocs #rindou x reader

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variant-akito-official · 9 months ago

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// first rp account in a while hi guys

anyway. based on the tv show loki bc i’m Normal

doing lore on a very “make it up as i go” basis bc it’s easier

#akito talks - in character posts

#ooc - out of character posts

#asks - asks

lore summary under the cut. minor spoilers for the tv show loki. i tried to keep it vague enough to not spoil everything while also actually making it make sense.

okay this is a basic summary hopefully it makes sense. if not send me asks i would love to talk about this show more.

this clip from the show explains the time variance authority (TVA)’s whole deal way better than i ever could: https://youtu.be/IWfEly_Jr0g?si=LlVo_LNlirsb_-Zp

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the yt video is a way better summary than what i’m about to write but if you still want my explanation, here we go:

in the show there’s an organisation called the time variance authority (TVA) who monitor the timeline, and whenever someone does something they’re not supposed to they get taken out of their timeline. the timeline gets reset and the person who did the “wrong” thing (referred to as a “variant” hence the blog name) gets “pruned” which let’s just say is like being killed bc it’s easier than explaining properly.

in loki (the tv show) loki (the guy) gets taken out of his timeline by the tva bc he does something wrong. instead of pruning him, however, one of the people working there decides “hey maybe he can help us track down this other variant who we can’t catch who’s been killing a bunch of the people who work here”. they think loki can help because the variant they can’t catch is another loki from a different timeline so. yk.

in this au, akito takes on the role of the loki working with the tva to find the variant of himself who they can’t catch. hopefully this makes sense if it doesn’t drop me an ask. thanks for reading all this.

#ooc #Youtube

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archaictunic · 1 year ago

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"i don't wanna post ooc" yeah okay but. (totk spoilers)

i literally can't stop thinking about in the final cutscene before the credits when zelda is SHAKING and you can see her eyes moving a ton and she brings up her hand to her chin and she's visibly shaking like girl......... GIRL........

i've seen so many people talking about how zelda doesn't have a personality in this game or something but i just genuinely don't see it. i just do not see that. she is shaking and she's crying and she is able to stand there and look at her castle in shambles once again stuck in the sky and she turns to link and tells him that she has such a story to tell. because she's still herself and she's so different but she hasn't changed her core self. she's still someone who loves to talk, especially about the things she loves / is interested in.

i know the dragon thing is seen as too much to some as well but i think the game does a good enough job explaining that it is her only option now. like. there's no way she can restore the sword and live long enough normally. she can't just zip back to her actual time by honing her powers because that wouldn't. empower Fi enough. she has to pick the most drastic option, because its what's going to save her kingdom. its whats going to save the whole world, at this point. there wasn't another option by then.

i just. i think she shows so much in this game and i think its so nice to see her have gained new confidence since botw. because girl!!! you held evil at bay for 100 years!! i'm so proud of you!!!! you did SO good for SO LONG and you came into your powers and you're excellent and wonderful and i just. i love her. i love her so much your honor.

i know that she canonly lost herself while a dragon, but i hope that with time, she remembers little things, or has vague feelings, or something. she'd be so upset MONTHS MONTHS MONTHS later when she realizes she lived through the actual great calamity but she was a freaking DRAGON and didn't get to sEE IT

#╰ △ ╮❝ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ⋰ 「 ooc . 」 ⋆#del.

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alycosworld · 3 years ago

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Tainted

Scaramouche X Reader

WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault

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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).

I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.

Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.

That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.

You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.

Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.

You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.

Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.

"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.

"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"

"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.

"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.

He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.

The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.

But he didn't.

You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

"Scar, I--"

"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.

"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"

"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?

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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.

"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."

You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.

Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.

"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.

"Let me talk to them."

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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.

"What?" Scaramouche asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.

"But we have to--"

"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.

As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.

"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.

"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"

"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.

"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.

"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.

"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.

"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.

"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.

"You sure? Because I still--"

"I'm sure." He said simply.

"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.

"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.

"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.

"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.

"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.

"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.

He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.

Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.

And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.

Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.

"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.

"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.

You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.

"Thank you, Scar."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #fatui #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #angst #angst with a happy ending #comfort #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche oneshots #gender neutral reader #x reader

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awoogayanderes · 3 years ago

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YOU TRUST ME, DON’T YOU?

➪ request: “Could you write Yandere Dazai x reader where he tries to gaslight her into trusting him but due to old trauma she begins to have a panic attack? How would he react? Sorry if this is a bit dark 😅” - anonymous

➪ warnings: yandere behavior, manipulation, past trauma (vague mentioning), hyperventilating.

➪ other notes : first request in a long time and i feel like dazai is ooc, so i apologize for that.

dazai has always been known to be charming. women fall into the palm of his hand quickly. for the first time, he had grown fond of someone, you. you were different, you were special. he courted you as soon as he had a chance and you accepted him. he was kind to you, he was funny and brilliant. he was a perfect guy, or at least that's what you thought.

he looked at your back as you stirred some tea for him. both of you were in your apartment, planning to have a relaxing day. though he planned to use his tactics and try to convince you to move in with him. he wanted all of you, you were his. “i was thinking, what if you move in with me,” dazai says and you stop stirring. “i don’t know if it’s time yet osamu,” you say tuning around and bringing him a cup of tea, sitting in front of him.

your response almost made him twitch but he kept his calm. “why not?” he asks, slowly taking a sip of his tea while remaining eye contact with you. “well we haven’t been together for enough time for us to consider living together,” you say smiling softly. “time does not determine how much you love me,” dazai says wanting to mess with you. “i never said it did,” you responded confused.

“you basically did,” dazai says with a simple yet serious tone. “if you loved me as much as you claim you do everyday, then there wouldn’t be a problem,” he kept looking at you in your eyes trying to find any guilt in them. “you’re assuming wrong. i do love you, i’m just not sure if i’m ready,” you say, stumbling a bit on your words, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

of course he noticed, he notices every single action of yours. he also sees the anxiety building up in you. he decides to push further thinking you’ll accept. this time, he puts his hand on top of yours, “you trust me, don’t you?” he asks. that was your breaking point. you removed your hand from under his, remembering what happened the last time someone asked that.

you feel yourself start to panic, and you stand up and back up. dazai immediately stands up, his face with great concern. “hey hey hey, it's okay,” he didn’t think you would react this badly. you had never shown signs of previous trauma. “i’m just not ready,” you say loudly, frantically crying and breathing harshly. dazai holds your shoulders and calms you down. “i’m sorry i pressured you, i just want to keep you close,” dazai says, slowly pulling you into a hug.

you start to calm down, breathing more regularly but still sniffing. he sits you down on your couch, hugging you and rubbing your back. “you’re okay my darling,” he says pressing himself closer to you. he would get you to trust him completely but he couldn’t just yet. you need time for conditioning, he can’t just rush in completely, you really are special.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #yandere #engraved with obsession #dazai x y/n #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #i need to write more omg #writing this was fun tbh #i also think this is such an interesting concept

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 3 years ago

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Hello I saw that you are doing requests, would you be willing to write a Star Wars The Bad Batch Crosshair x A reader who is going blind?

I know absolutely nothing about blindness but I tried. That's why I kept is a vague as possible. Sorry, that Cross is so ooc. I have a hard time writing him but I really tried. I had a blast writing this. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: one!fuck and one!shit, soft!crosshair

When you woke up that morning you had to take a second for yourself. You sight had gotten worse again and you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. It's okay. It's okay. You would manage. Please don't cry.

A muffled hiccup escaped you and you could hear a rustling from Hunters bunk. He had noticed. Of course he had. But he choose to let you be, knowing you would come to them if you wanted to talk.

Angrily you pressed your palms into yur eyes. Enjoying the pressure and light pain but especially the stars that started dancing before them.

Fuck. You would soon be useless to the bad batch. What would you do then? They wouldn't drag dead weight with them.

As quietly as possible you sat up and got dressed, careful not to wake the boys. Today was one of the rare free days and you wanted them to sleep as long as possible.

You were pretty sure, that today was the first free day they had had in years. And they only agreed because you practically begged Hunter to rest a day.

You whispered nearly inaudible: "Going for a walk."

You knew hunter would hear you and if the boys didn't know where you were all hell would break loose. Not because you weren't allowed to leave, but their worry would get the best of them.

You let your gaze linger on the long, scrawky figure of Crosshair for a few seconds, then the door closed behind you.

The boys knew of your condition and hadn't yet indicated that they would get rid of you once you were completely blind but you refused to hold them back. Once your sight was bad enough you would leave them.

Your exhale left frosty clouds in the crisp morning air and you shivered. The planet, whatever it was called, was warm during the day but at night the temperatures would always drop below the freezing point.

Determined you turned towards the mountain behind the ship and decided you would climb it. To hell with your eyes, you would manage.

Carefully feeling for edges you could use to pull yourself up you started your ascent painfully slow. You bit your lip and choose not to get frustrated. Please, just manage to do this little thing. Hunter had mentioned a little ledge they could use to look for unwelcome visitors. You would reach it. You had to.

With your limited sight it was a very slow process and soon you felt tears of frustration gather in your eyes. You didn't know why but you were sure that you would loose it if you failed to reach the ledge. You needed to get something done. Something you had managed with ease in the past.

You didn't want to think about how high above the ground you were when you finally felt your tears spill. A sob escaped you and aggressively you pulled yourself up another few centimeters.

When you finally reached the ledge after what felt like hours you cried again but out of relief. You curled into a ball and let the sobs shake you. You had done it. You were still helpful.

You strained your eyes to see where the edge was. Concentrating to the point of a headache, you carefully reached with your hands and sat down at the edge, letting your legs hang over it.

Your eyes hurt trying to take in the view and you soon decided to just enjoy what you could still see instead of concentrating so hard you couldn't relax at all.

It was still breathtaking even tho decidedly less so than before. Shit, you needed to stop to think about before.

You could hear the wheezing breath of someone else climbing up the rock and hastily wiped your cheeks to rid yourself of any residing tears.

It was Crosshair. Why did he decide.. Oh right. The lookout. He was the one with the sharpest eyes, he was the one to check your surroundings. He pulled himself up with ease, you noted bitterly, sitting beside you without hesitation.

You kept staring forward unwilling to look at him and only see a shadow of what was your favourite sight.

You noticed him scanning the surroundings and expected him to start climbing down soon after.

To your surprise he stayed. Maybe something unusual had caught his eye.

At least that's what you thought until you heard his silent sharp voice.

"Are you okay?"

Immediately you nodded. "Yeah, of course. I mean why wouldn't I be?"

You heard him snort and finally chose to look at him.

"You don't need to talk, sweetheart, but don't lie to me."

His hard voice betraying the softness of his intentions.

You smiled. "Sorry Cross. Just frustrated."

He hummed and stayed silent. A quiet invitation for you to talk to him. You were proud of being able to finally read him after all the time you had spent with the batch.

"It's gotten worse again."

You missed his sharp inhale. You couldn't see the furrowed brows or his incredibly soft expression. He only dared to be this open because he knew you couldn't see it.

"I'm just wondering, when will it be bad enough for you… you all to leave me behind."

His silence stung. But then again he never spoke much.

He chewed on his toothpick, carefully, thoughtfully.

"Sweetheart, we won't leave you behind."

His words were soothing but a bitter laugh escaped you.

"Yeah? And what will you do? Take a useless, disabled girl with you?! Soon I won't be of any use!"

You voice had risen in volume and you flinched back at your own shout. "Sorry Cross, didn't mean to let this out like this."

He took a measured breath. "You won't be useless."

"Hm? I won't be able to do my job anymore."

He flicked his toothpick over the edge and watched its fall to the ground.

"You aren't only useful because of your work. You are precious to us, because you take care of us."

You held your breath, in awe that the silent man was talking this much to you, because of you.

"You help Echo sleep, when nightmares plague him. You listen to Tech talk and talk and talk when no one of us can be bothered anymore. You soothe Hunter when everything is too much. You share Wreckers enthusiasm, make him feel normal and not too big, too loud. You mean the world to us. You mean the world to me."

Gathering all your courage you asked: "What am I doing for you"

He chuckled. You had never heard his chuckle sound so warm. "You keep me in check. You ground me when I feel like chewing everyone out. You help me deal with my anger. You warm my heart sweetheart."

A bright genuine smile lit up your face and Cross couldn't help but smile too.

Very, very slowly he reached for your hand and laid it against his cheek.

"You won't ever be useless."

His face turned towards your palm and he pressed the smallest of kisses there. Stunned you pulled him towards you and leant your forehead against his. His breath fanned your lips and you felt yourself shiver.

"Careful Cross. I might just think you have feelings for me."

Against everything you expected you heard a silent laugh. "Shut up."

And then his lips were against yours. Your breath caught in your throat and when his teeth caught your bottom lip you were just about ready to faint.

He pulled back, sofly brushing his thumb against your cheek and finally let go.

"Do you get it? We… I won't ever leave you behind.

You carefully reached for him, hesitating.

"Can I?"

He hummed in approval and slowly your hands found their place on his cheeks. You couldn't see the fluttering of his eyes but you felt his lashes against your thumbs that rested on his cheekbones.

"Cross?"

"Hm?"

"I think you have to carry me down if you don't want me to fall to my death."

A quirk of his lips.

"If you tell anyone how sappy I am, I will push you down myself."

Your laugh felt good, free, the heavy weight lifting off your chest.

#the sewer answers #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #crosshair x reader #blind!reader #reader going blind #soft!crosshair x reader #reader x crosshair #fluff #and angsty feels #just softness #and crosshair being open #ahhhhh

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