#walking waste of bandages is so real

[uzi-x33]

WHY ARE THEY SUCH GOOFY GOOBERS

[transmunsons]

Eddie teaches Steve how to fight. The Munson name might be good for nothing but they were a scrappy lot. Eddie learned early how to throw a punch. His dad said real boys knew how to fight, so put your whole body into it, twist your hips.

Eddie had heard King Steve got his face beat in by the Byers kid. Also heard he might’ve deserved it. And that Byers got off with hardly a scratch. But none of that was his business. He was just trying to graduate.

The second time Steve showed up to school with a face full of bandages, he took pity on him. This time he’d apparently gotten into a fight with that mouthy new kid, the one who gave Jeff the heebie jeebies. They ended up in detention together and Eddie leaned into his space and asked some questions, like “how come you get beat up more than my ducklings?”

Apparently the pretty rich boy had never learned how to defend himself, never needed to. What a waste of muscles. Which is how Eddie ended up giving Steve a lesson in the middle of Ms. Pratt’s room. Keep your fists up, turn your body so you’re a smaller target, shift your weight to your toes, and if you need to: scream.

“What?” Steve lowered his hands, bewildered.

“Yeah, man, just scream.” Eddie said. “At the worst, it’ll give you a second while they’re confused and at best they’ll think you’re nuts and disengage entirely. It’s a win-win scenario.” He shrugged.

“Is that how you fight?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed my reputation around here, Harrington, but half the school wouldn’t touch me with a rainbow colored pole and the other half thinks I’m straight up insane. No one’s gonna fight a crazy person, ‘cause crazy people might just kill ya.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Steve remarked. He packed up the singular sheet of homework he’d tried to do.

“No problem, that face is too pretty to be marked up all the time.”

But Steve couldn’t stay out of trouble for long.

Eddie was trying to see if the new mall theater was as easy to sneak into as the Hawk when he passed by some teens in sailor costumes slumped by a water fountain. One of them pointed at him as he walked by.

“Munson! It worked!”

[fatkish]

Dabi x Hawk Hybrid Keigo x Falcon Hybrid Reader NSFW

Dabi or Touya, runs the aviary section of Endeavor Farms

Keigo has been particularly restless since he’s gone through several mating seasons without a real partner

It’s been up to Touya to help him through it and act as his mate every spring

That winter, when Touya was informed of another bird of prey hybrid that was recently found and was in need of a home, he jumped at the chance to get you to his farm

When you arrived, Touya saw the bandages on your wing. When he asked, they said you had been used in hybrid falconry competitions and sustained a small fracture in one of the bones in your right wing

Realizing you couldn’t fly, your previous owner simply abandoned you since you couldn’t make him money in falconry

Touya helped you into the aviary and told you about Keigo, he explained that he wants you to try and help Keigo through his mating season every spring

You had told Touya that you had a low fertility and that was the reason why your previous owner abandoned you, since you could barely lay any eggs due to you almost being infertile

Touya told you not to worry about that since Keigo just needs a warm hole to stick it in

When Keigo caught your scent his feathers immediately started bristling and he started trilling and cooing. He immediately began cleaning his room/area and began to construct the most comfortable and secure nest he could build

He couldn’t wait to see his new potential mate. He was so excited he was practically shaking

When Touya opened the door to Keigo’s room, Keigo immediately began flirting with you and trying to get your attention

When Keigo saw the bandages on your wing he immediately paused and growled, as Touya took Keigo aside to explain things to him, you began to look around and eventually settled into the nest and took a nap after having traveled so long to get to the farm

Keigo saw you sleeping in the nest and started purring. He walked over and laid beside you, covering you with his wings

As the weeks passed and you and Keigo got along, the time to remove the bandage from your wing came

As Touya unwrapped your wing, you gave a few experimental flaps before taking flight. Touya watched you as you flew through the sky. Keigo decided to join you and flew right by your side

Soon winter came to an end as Keigo was getting particularly fussy. Constantly preening both yours and his wings. Making sure the nest was perfect and adding blankets and pillows wherever he saw fit

As the snow melted, Keigo finally had what he always wanted. The perfect mate to give him children.

Spurred by his instincts and hormones, one day, after having made sure you had eaten and were cozy, he jumped on top of you and began kissing and making out with you

He grabbed at your chest and pinched at your nipples, biting your neck and growling. His hands slid down to your hips as he grabbed fistfuls of your ass.

Spreading your legs he dove his face between them and began to devour you. Licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh and purring at the taste. He then shoved two fingers into your hole as he scissored them, stretching you

After throughly enjoying you, he flipped you over onto your hand and knees as he prepared to spear you on his dick

As he shoved his cock into your slicked hole, you nearly screamed in pleasure as his thick cock ploughed through your insides. As he began thrusting while holding your hips, the door opened and Touya walked in

You could see the tent in his pants as he walked up to you. He smiled down at you as he began to unzip his jeans and pull himself out

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess. Is Keigo f~~~ing you good? Look at you drooling, I should put that mouth to use, huh?”

He then shoved his cock into your mouth as you chocked slightly, your eyes rolling back some as Touya began to thrust in time with Keigo

“Hey pretty bird, make sure to fill ‘em up nice and full. Don’t waste a single drop, I brought a plug to keep all your precious cum inside them… oh, yeah,… keep sucking, just like that.”

Touya started to groan as Keigo’s thrusts quickened and deepened. Keigo growled as he bit at your neck and stated pounding away as deep as he could

“That’s it Kei, such a good boy, fill ‘em up nicely now and breed ‘em. I want to see some eggs soon, don’t you. You’re gonna be such a good dad, you’re such a loving and caring partner. You want his cum inside you, don’t ‘cha birdie? Go on, tell Keigs how much you want his cum to fill you up”

“I-I I want it, ple-please, please g-give me your cum! I w-want you t-to fill me up, make me y-yours. Please K-Keigo!”

That was all it took before Keigo slammed your head into the nest and began thrusting like his life depended on it. With this new angle, Keigo hit your spot with every slam of his hips. You came so hard as you screamed in ecstasy.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Keigo slammed into you one last time as he leaned over you, cover you with his wings as he filled you with his hot seed.

Panting, as his cock drained his spend into you, he grabbed the plug from Touya before pulling out afterwards, shoving the plug deep inside your sensitive, dripping channel, pulling a final groan from you

Throughly exhausted, you laid down in the nest before falling asleep. Only to wake up 30 minutes later to Keigo already back at it

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - fixing us

Yawning a little, you stretched as you rolled off your couch and picked up your phone.

You had a few missed messages from your friends, a few missed calls from your producer, and an email from UA which caught your attention.

You didn’t have a quirk, and you weren’t a pro hero, so why would the most prestigious hero school in Japan be emailing you?

Giving the email a Quick Look over, you saw it was an invitation to play a few songs during the lunch break at their sports festival, and a call to your producer confirmed this email as real and not some sort of scam.

You didn’t have to take too long to think about it, you had never attended UA as a teen, so you never saw what it was like, and you had always even curious, so you immediately accepted.

That’s how you found yourself standing in the middle of UA a month later, being shown around by the principal as he took you to where you could wait and watch the sports festival.

“Jeez, I never thought I’d see the day I’d be stood inside UA.”

Nezu laughed slightly, clasping his paws together as he looked up at you.

“It’s a spectacular sight is it not? And I know many of our students are excited to see you preform live, along with a few of the staff.”

You grin a little as you carry on following him.

“That’s one tough crowd to impress, gotta say I’m excited to preform for the future heroes, hopefully give them something to relax and ease up too.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it no issue it all!” Nezu beams.

He leads you to the teachers commentators box and gestures to it.

“You should have the best view in here! And you’ll be accompanied by two of our very own commentating on the sports festival! They should arrive soon, and they are aware of your presence. If you need anything at all don’t hesitate to ask!”

“Thank you very much!”

Nezu offers you a bright smile before he leaves.

You smile as you look around, standing in front of the large glass window.

It definitely was a great view of the field, and the screens so any events that weren’t taking place in the stadium you still had a perfect view to watch them.

As you were looking around the door opened again and you turned around, a grin slowly forming on your face when you saw who it was.

“No way! It can’t seriously be you!”

“Hizashi!” You laugh.

The pro hero wasted no time in rushing over to pull you into a bone crushing hug, and he laughed loudly as he spun you around a few times before setting you back down on the ground.

“It’s been years (Y/N)!”

Hizashi punches your shoulder lightly.

“Why didn’t you ever call?!” He pouts.

You laugh softly, shaking your head at him.

“Because somebody changed his number and never gave him his new one, and NEVER replies to messages on social media.”

He grins sheepishly.

“Okay, okay, that’s my fault. Oh Aizawa is here too!”

Your eyes widen slightly at the mention of that name.

It had been years since you saw Hizashi, even longer since you last saw Aizawa, not since you guys had an explosive argument and the worst part was you couldn’t even remember what it was about.

“You’re kidding? Aizawa? A teacher?”

Hizashi grinned and nodded his head.

“Yup! He’ll be here in a minute!”

Your eyes widen a little as he says that, and as if on cue the door is pushed open, and a very heavily bandaged Aizawa walks through.

He grumbles to himself as he walked in and paused the moment he saw you, his eyes widening just slightly.

“Jeez, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”

Aizawa huffed, rolling his eyes at you as he walked over to sit down at his chair.

“Shut up.”

Hizashi laughed, patting your shoulder and he looked at you, taking in your ear piercings, and he stepped back, crossing his arms.

Copying his posture, you raised a brow in question.

“Tattoos? Piercings?” He asked with a slight hint of confusion.

You laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head.

At the mention of tattoos and piercings Aizawa looked over, looking at the coloured ink that covered your arms, the piercings that lined your ears.

“I forget it’s not really normal here, I guess I’ve been living in the states for that long im so used to how they do things there now.”

Hizashi hummed a little in understanding.

“Well it suits you!” He beamed.

He grinned at you, giving you a knowing look as he sat down in his chair to start the commentary.

You stand between him and Aizawa, listening to what they’re saying and explaining.

While you were stood there Aizawa would occasionally look at you, studying the tattoos that he could see on your arm.

A tiger, some flowers trailing down a vine along your arm, some lyrics to a few of your songs.

He still hasn’t said much to you, and you hadn’t really engaged in conversation with him either, but as lunch came around you headed to get ready for your show.

While Hizashi went to get lunch Aizawa got ready to take a nap.

He was already half asleep when your show started, and he found himself lifting his head a little bit looking down at the stage cementoss had created for you.

He had never admitted it to you or anybody but he enjoyed listening to your singing back in middle, and he sometimes found himself listening to your music when he was alone grading his papers.

He could see you having the time of your life, a huge smile on your face as the crowd cheered and whistled.

You only played a few songs before you headed back inside so they could get the stadium ready for the next events, and that’s where you found Aizawa standing in the hallway waiting.

“Aizawa?”

He lifts his head slightly, letting your gaze.

“Can we talk?” He mutters, gesturing to a nearby waiting room.

With a heavy sigh you follow him, and he stands in front of the door once you’re both inside to stop you from leaving, or other people entering.

Aizawa sighs a little, looking at you as you sit down on the table.

“I never thought you’d be the type to get tattoos…” he mumbled.

You raise a brow at him.

“We’ve not spoken in nearly 10 years and you want to talk about my tattoos?”

“No… I just… I don’t know…”

He sighed, leaning against the door and closing his eyes for a moment before he opened them again.

He walked over, sitting next to you on the table with a small huff of pain.

“Look (Y/N) I’m sorry okay…? For everything I said back then, I was stupid, and immature, and I wasn’t thinking.”

With a sigh, you look down at your hands and he looks down at them as well.

“I really do like your music by the way…”

“You, Shouta Aizawa, like my music? You don’t listen to music.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m trying to be nice here and you’re making it impossibly hard.”

You grin a little bit at him.

“Call it payback.”

“Why the hell are you so stubborn?”

You simply offer him a small shrug, and he sighs, shuffling a little before resting his head on your shoulder.

He used to do this a lot, he wasn’t much of a physical contact person, but it was no secret to you and Hizashi that Aizawa found comfort in you, and felt relaxed with you.

Reaching up, you carefully place a hand on his bandaged cheek.

“You know, technically we never broke up.” He mumbled.

“Oh my god…” you laugh.

“It’s true, you never actually said the words ‘we are finished’.”

“Seriously? You’re gonna start that now? That we’ve still somehow been dating this whole time?”

“Well have you been seeing anyone else?”

You stay quiet for a moment.

“Shut up…”

This earns you a small rare chuckle from him.

“So there you have it, still dating.”

“You’re so stubborn…”

He hums in agreement, shuffling a little to get more comfortable resting against you.

“You’re mine forever…” he mumbles.

With a soft sigh, you turn and kiss the top of his head.

“You’re so stubborn Shouta…”

He lifts his head a little.

“Before you fully end things between us just give me one more chance, that’s all I’m asking, one more.”

“One more chance.”

He lets out a content sigh, resting his head back on your shoulder.

He’d been trying to figure out how to fix things between you for years but he could never bring himself to reach out to you, now was his chance and he wasn’t about to mess up again

[carooosa]

Enchanting Distractions

Summary: Tav (reader) has ADHD/is bad at setting boundaries when it comes to their party members. Astarion comforts them.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Semi-canon compliant, takes place after the tiefling party and literally right before entering Act 2. I barely proofread it so sorry in advance. I was feeling particularly upset at myself today and so this is what I wrote up.

The days had been starting to blur together as you made your way through the mountain pass. Tomorrow your party would step into the shadow-cursed lands, so it was decided to set up camp early for the night to ensure that everyone was well-rested and prepared. Tension ran through the camp, everyone on edge with the possibility of finding the cause of the tadpoles. Whatever happens tomorrow could very well be the end of your journey.

As everyone set up their tents, you began to look through your supplies, separating potions, arrows, and scrolls into piles to give to your companions. While organizing everything, the sound of Lae’zel and Shadowheart bickering caused you to lift your head. They had never gotten along since the beginning of this tadpole mess but after the Githyanki Creche their hatred for each other seemed to amplify.

“I would say that I’m surprised that machine was unable to get rid of the tadpoles, but then again, I wouldn’t expect gith to know what they were doing,” Shadowheart had taunted Lae’zel.

“The zaith'isk was tampered with! Githyanki technology is far beyond your understanding, and if you had something other than a tadpole in your brain, you would realize the mistake in your words,” Lae’zel shot back. She turned to herself before saying, “Useless istik, mindlessly following a false god”

“What did you just say?” Shadowheart said as she readied herself to attack.

“Your ‘goddess’ ordered you to steal a precious artifact from my people, and yet knowing that does not change your unwavering belief. A goblin has more integrity than you,” Lae’zel said as she continued to walk away.

“Shar is a real goddess, unlike the githyanki’s petty attempt at a goddess, Vlaakith,” Shadowheart yells as she begins to sprint toward Lae’zel. The fighter had already pulled out her sword and the clashing of metal rang through the air. You sighed, standing up from the mess that laid out before you, and ran towards the fight. Before you could intervene, Karlach had taken her great axe and held it out in between the two aggressors before berating them.

“For fuck’s sake guys, the whole point of setting up camp early was to rest for tomorrow, not argue and waste our energy on dumb fights.” As Karlach said this, Shadowheart cast gust of wind to push her opponent back, accidentally hitting Karlach in the crossfire. She had succeeded at causing Lae’zel to lose her grip on her sword but had caused that sword to slash into Karlach’s leg. The tiefling groaned as she kneeled to the ground, clutching her thigh.

You ran back to your bag and turned it upside down, dumping all the contents onto the piles you had started to make earlier, and rummaged through your items until you found a healing potion and some fire-resistant bandages. When you ran over to Karlach to heal her, Wyll was already yelling at the two women who had caused an unnecessary injury.

“Your recklessness has caused this bloodshed!” he sounded exasperated as you handed Karlach the potion, unraveling the bandages and starting to dress her wound, careful to not burn yourself in the process. “You both are distracted by your own prejudices and disdain for each other that the thought you may be hurting others in the process never crossed your minds. So caught up in yourselves, you have yet to see the irony of the words you throw at each other.”

Wyll continued his lecture as you focus on Karlach, watching her toss aside the empty potion bottle. “Thanks, soldier,” she says with a weak smile. She pushes herself off of the ground, causing Wyll to pause his lecture and rush to her side. “I’m fine, just gonna head to bed early,” she says while sidestepping past him.

You take a breath and start to think of how to address the situation that just happened when suddenly, Gale is by your side, anxiously fumbling with his hands. Realization overcame you and you tried to recall the last time you had given the wizard an enchanted item to consume the magic from. 

“I know now might not be the best time,” he starts, “but there really never is a good time nowadays, is there?” he finishes with a chuckle to himself.

“I should have an enchanted ring in my bag—“ you stop when you glance back at your backpack, contents strewn across the ground.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Gale says quickly. “Dinner isn’t going to cook itself!” He makes his way to his tent and you drag your feet back to your backpack, dreading the mess you’ll have to clean up. Sifting through the items, you create another pile of the things you already looked through. Focused on organizing, you don’t hear Astarion sneak up on you.

“My my, these are quite the… piles you have here,” he says while crouching down across from you. “What’s with all these arrows and grenades? Have you decided to try your hand in ranged combat? Because if so,” he pauses, crimson red eyes staring into your soul, “I’d be more than happy to give you some private lessons.” He bares his teeth, his fangs glistening. You’re tempted to take him up on the offer before you remember why you got those items in the first place.

“Oh, those aren’t for me. I’ve been picking up stuff here and there, and I figured before heading out tomorrow I’d give some to everyone. I was actually organizing everything,” you say, completely forgetting that you were looking for a ring, “and I was going to try and figure out what would be best for everyone to have, but since you’re here, you can pick whatever you want.”

“I can choose anything here?” Astarion asks with a smirk. You nod your head and he responds by picking up your hand and giving it a kiss on the palm, “Then I pick you, my dear.”

Your cheeks flush red as you stutter out a response. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Astarion had been teasing you a lot more lately, and while you didn’t mind, it had proven to be an extra distraction. 

He chuckled at your pout, caressing your face with his other hand, his thumb pressing down on your lower lip. You both stare at each other for a moment, before he sighs and brings his hands back to his side. “Well, if I can’t have you I guess I need to figure something else out.” He scans over the pile and picks up a necklace.

“Wait, not that,” you say while snatching the jewelry away from him. “That can restore one of Shadowheart’s spells, I should go give that to her.” You stand up and run off to find the cleric, not noticing the disgruntled look Astarion has on his face. He sighs and looks down at the clutter, beginning to sift through the items.

While making your way to Shadowheart’s tent, you hear Halsin comfort a whining Scratch. “There, there, I’m sure we will retreive it soon enough,” the druid says while gently petting the dog. “Ah, Tav, could I bother you for a moment? Scratch seems to have lost his ball in a burrow and neither of us can reach it. Would mind seeing if you can grab it?”

Scratch runs up to you and paces around you in circles before you lean down to him, “Of course I’ll help you out, buddy.” Without thinking, you set the necklace on a nearby rock, crouching down to the burrow and searching for the ball. In the shadows you spot it, deep inside the tunnel, and you reach your arm in. 

Your fingers are barely able to reach the toy, and you’re about to maneuver the ball out when Gale speaks. “Tav, I’m terribly sorry to ask again, but were you able to find the enchanted ring perchance?” The ball rolls out of your grasp, and you let out a long sigh before retracting your arm.

“Sorry, Gale, I got distracted. As soon as I get this ball out for Scratch I’ll go and get it for you.” Content with that answer he nods and walks off. Reaching your hand back into the hole, you push yourself against the ground, the extra leverage closing the distance between your hand and the toy. You let out a breath before throwing the ball, Scratch bounding after it.

“Thank you, Tav!” Halsin says as he runs after the dog.

Walking back to where Astarion sits rummaging through your things, Wyll interrupts you. “Tav, do you by chance have a fire resistance potion? I was wanting to give Karlach these flowers to cheer her up,” he says, holding the bouquet in front of him sheepishly. Although Wyll and Karlach had been foes in Avernus, they’re relationship was slowly blossoming into a gentle romance.

“That’s very sweet of you, Wyll. I should have one in my stuff.” You both head over to the piles of items that Astarion had started to organize. It would be nice to have someone think about me like Wyll thinks about Karlach, you ponder as you bend down next to Astarion, grabbing the fire resistance potion that sat buried within the clutter. “Here you go,” you hand Wyll the potion, “I think those will make her very happy.”

Wyll says a quick thanks as he opens the potion with his teeth, hastily pouring the contents over the bouquet and heading off to Karlach’s tent. Clearing his throat, Astarion asks “Did Shadowheart enjoy your gift?” he says with a slight frown and a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“My what?”

He stares at you for a second, before elaborating, “The necklace? The one that you oh so rudely snatched from my hands.” He watches as your face scrunches up tightly trying to remember what he’s talking about before you gasp.

“The necklace!”

“Yes, the necklace,” he sighs.

“Where did I put it?” you say as you frantically pat down your pockets.

Astarion starts to tease you again, “Really, darling, how could you misplace something like that? I thought that necklace was important after you had yanked it out of my hand and ran off to Shadowheart.” He’s chuckling to himself when he notices the genuine frustration that is starting to seep off of you.

“I just had it. I was holding it in my hand. Where could I have put it?” you mutter to yourself, your breath starting to quicken. Dread creeps through your chest as you begin to mentally retrace your steps. “Think, dammit, think!” Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, a lump taking place in the back of your throat. Astarion stood up and reached his hand tentatively towards yours, squeezing it gently to try and bring you back to the present.

Gale had made his way back over to you, seeing that you were near your things. “I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but I really do need that ring if you have it,” He says while clutching his chest. Astarion glares daggers at the wizard who is either oblivious or purposely ignoring your stress, but you don’t notice as your mind has drifted off.

Right, you think to yourself, I came over here to look for the ring. Without saying a word, you push away Astarion’s hand and sink to the ground, aimlessly pushing around everything trying to find the ring. Astarion studies you, the way your hands seem to be searching for the relic while your eyes glaze over and stare at nothing, until your hand brushes over the small golden circle and you grasp it firmly. You sigh and recollect yourself before turning around and jumping up to Gale, handing him the ring with a forced smile and laugh. “Sorry for the delay! I’ve been so forgetful lately.”

He takes the ring from your hand, clutching it tightly while absorbing the magic into his chest. When he opens his hand, the ring is broken into two. “Ah, apologies. Dinner should be finished soon. Thanks again,” he says with a bow before leaving.

You sigh before returning to the pile, starting to organize it once again. From the outside, people would assume that you’re just forgetful and easily distracted, most even finding your frantic and hectic demeanor cute. You can’t help but feel like a burden, requiring constant reminders to stay on task, feeling like you need to rely on others instead of yourself. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, either, but no matter how many times you repeated tasks to yourself, how many times you had written down what needs to be done, how many times you had try to will focus into your mind, nothing changed. It's always been like this, and now with the stress of the unknown ahead, you’ve been getting distracted more.

Astarion watches you, determined to organize the mess on the ground. When he first met you, you had brushed off your forgetfulness and laughed along with anyone who had made a joke at your expense. It had annoyed him to no end when you would walk into the same room, multiple times, that you had just looted. This aloofness only seemed to grow after you both had come to an agreement that Astarion could drink your blood in order to satiate his thirst, the only side affect being your increased mind-wandering.

After another 30 minutes of watching you return to the same room over and over to loot, he had decided that you both would search the rooms together, if nothing else to lessen the time it took at each town. He didn’t expect that during the extra, private time you both were now spending together he would begin to grow fond of you. While he would be working on a lock of a chest, you would grab a book and immediately become immersed in it. At first, he would use this time to pocket the most valuable items found in whatever container he had just opened, but as time went on, he had started to ask you questions about what you were reading.

It had caught him off guard when you looked up at him with excitement in your eyes as you explained the gossip in the diary you found, and he couldn’t help but become intrigued himself. Quickly, a new routine had started: while Astarion would loot and lockpick whatever he could get his hands on, you would find diaries, notes, and books to read outloud. He would respond to the especially vulgar and outlandish things you would recite with theatrical gasps and awes. One time, you had stumbled across a particularly sad letter from a person who begged their lover to wait for them, only for their lover to respond that they had never returned. A choked sob had escaped your lips when you finished the letter, and Astarion had quickly called you over to distract you.

“It’s about time that you learn how to use one of these,” he said while he pushed a lockpick into your hands. “If you’re going to stare at me while I do all the work, you may as well get something out of it.” He had been joking, but you hadn’t taken it that way. A wave a guilt and embarrassment had washed over you as you resolved to force yourself to learn what he was teaching you. It was all in vain, however, as every ten minutes when he would ask you to demonstrate, your hands would clam up and your mind would go blank.

“Darling, is it really that hard to focus? Or am I just that distracting, hm?” he had joked.

You wouldn’t look into his eyes, instead you had begun to fumble with the lockpick in your hands. “I’m sorry,” you had whispered, “I’m really trying.”

You had expected him to berate you or to even make a joke about how useless you were, but instead he had sighed and positioned himself behind you, placing his hands over yours as he talked you through the steps, yet again, of lockpicking. When you had heard the final click of the lock, you quickly turned to look at the man who had helped you. Inches away from each other’s faces, he smiled softly and brought one of his hands up to your cheek as he placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

“See? You can focus,” he had said while giving you a tight squeeze.

The sound of your sigh brought him back to the present, and he stared at you for a moment before asking, “Do you want me to go and look for the necklace while you do this?” You stop moving things around and just sit there, defeated. The necklace had completely slipped your mind, just like the ring. Your body begins to shake as tears run down your cheek. Astarion slowly kneels next to you, grabbing the potions and arrows from your hand and setting them off to the side. “Hey, it’s alright. Shh-shh-shh, there’s no need to ruin that beautiful face of yours.”

You start to sob quietly. Why was this so difficult for you? You were able to talk your way out of situations, fight enemies with ease, and coordinate a fighting strategy that used everyone to the best of their abilities, yet you were unable to do such simple things. You draw your hands to your eyes, pressing harshly into them to try and stop the tears that fall out. Astarion gingerly moves his arms around you in a hug, as gentle as he can muster as to not startle you. He squeezes you tightly and you stay like that for a while, before you’re able to croak out a simple question that leaves a pain in his chest.

“What’s wrong with me?” You move your hands away from your face and turn your head to look at him, expecting to see frustration in his eyes but instead finding something softer. It looks as if he’s genuinely concerned. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Tav,” he says quietly, barely above a whisper.

“Then why,” you say with trembling words, “why can’t I do such simple things? Why is it so difficult for me to remember what I’m doing, to not get distracted?”

Astarion sighs as he looks at you with his big, round eyes. “You are capable of much more than you know, my sweet. You were designated the leader for a reason. You’re brave, witty, and above all else, kind. You are so sickenly kind and patient with everyone, yet you don’t afford yourself the same grace,” he says as he rubs circles into your back. “You’ve been kind to those that don’t deserve it, but you’re never kind to yourself.”

“Thank you,” you reply meekly. You hated crying in front of your companions, but you found that you didn’t mind being comforted by Astarion.

“Besides, darling,” the vampire joked,” It’s hardly your fault that you keep getting distracted when there are six adult children who need constant supervision.”

“Don’t you mean seven?”

He pulled away from you with a gasp. “I think I am more than capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, you don’t need to see me for blood anymore then, right?” you teased.

Astarion squinted at you before his eyes softened and he pulled you into his arms again. You both sat like that for a while before he spoke, barely above a whisper, “I don’t only need you for blood.” Before you can respond, Gale’s call to dinner causes Astarion to push you up. “Go on, enjoy dinner.” You start to protest and gesture to the mess that still needs to be cleaned up before he cuts you off, “I’ll take care of it.” As he begins to sort through the items, he catches your eye before you leave. 

“I hope you know that I’m still expecting to see you tonight,” he says with a sultry voice. If you hadn’t gotten closer recently, you would take what he says at face value, a meaningless flirt to rile you up. But beneath his smirk you can see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

It will need to wait for another time as your stomach grumbles, and you remember that you had forgotten to eat lunch that day. You say a quick thank-you before running off to join the rest of the party, feeling more at ease about the adventure that lay before you.

[bookshelf-dust]

the bad shit

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,192

warnings: swearing, possible allusions to depression, brief mention of death, a tiny finger injury, comfort

a/n: my brain does not seem to be in a writing mood right now, but i did manage to crank this out. i do enjoy making billy cry, so there’s that. i hope it’s alright! please let me know what you think. i’d really appreciate it. <33

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Billy’s been fidgety since he woke. 

You hear the soft thud of his boots, muffled against the carpet of your bedroom floor. He makes his way towards you and kisses your forehead, knowing you’re probably too sleepy for a real kiss this early.

He doesn’t tell you how badly he needs one—that his hands are shaking with it. Though he doesn’t need to tell you. 

You’d heard his alarm clock go off, felt him stay in bed longer than usual, glimpsed him rubbing his face on the way to the bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to get up. Not one bit. 

And even though you can feel sleep calling you, feel the way it presses at your eyes, the way the warmth of the bed pulls you in—you sit up. 

Billy’s closer to the door now, but he hears you shuffle, and he’s quick to move back to you. 

“You need to sleep, baby.”

But your hands are already on his cheeks, and then you’re kissing him, shutting him up and telling him you’re right here. And you’ll be right here when he gets home from work. You’ll be a phone call away if he needs you during his shift. 

“I’ll walk you out,” you say, and your tone informs him that there’s no room for arguments.

You hook your fingers in his belt loops as you push off the bed, hoping that this will keep your half-asleep form from slamming into the wall. 

You kiss Billy again on the stoop, even if he is berating you for being barefoot in the cold. You watch him walk to the car, catch the way his fingers fumble with the keys, the way he doesn’t even have it in him to slam the door shut. 

He waves at you from behind the steering wheel.

“I love you,” you mouth, blowing a kiss. He’s quick to catch it in his hand, gesturing so that he’s tucking it away in his pocket for later. He responds just as he always does, but you can tell he’s still sleepy. 

That he’s tired. 

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You aren’t home when Billy gets back to the house. There’s a note on the counter in your sweet scrawl, telling him that you ran out to pick up dinner. Eating at all had completely slipped his mind. 

Billy’s just having a day. He’d wanted to stay home but couldn’t, and not only has he been fidgety, unable to focus for want of home, of you, but his thoughts are getting the better of him. They’re suffocating. Telling him he’s not good enough for you, that he’s a waste of time—of your time. That he should’ve died like he was supposed to in that fucking mall. 

And he knows it isn’t true. He knows that you loved him before any of that, when he was just being an asshole, when he was just pissed that he’d had to move. And you love him now, even when he has bad days like this. 

But his head. His mind. It tells him otherwise. It fights and it claws and it screams at him. And today he is losing that fight, letting his mind yell and tear at him. 

Billy tries to distract himself and wash the dishes, but he only gets so far before he drops something and almost breaks it, before he cuts his finger on a knife he put in the damn sink. After that he tries to find a band-aid but spills all of them on the floor, and the first one he opens gets stuck on the wrapper and he can’t use it. 

Once he does secure the pink bandage around his pinky, he goes to clean up his mess and hits his head on the counter. He tries to change clothes and trips, gets his belt loop stuck on a drawer handle. 

“God fucking dammit.”

After that one he gives up and throws himself on the kitchen floor, choosing a beer with a pull tab rather than a cap for fear he might actually hurt himself and bleed out.

He hears the sound of you locking your car, the door squeaking when you open it, and he knows he should’ve gotten up to help you, but he just couldn’t. He starts to cry. 

“Billy? Where’s my baby?” 

The sound of your voice causes him to hiccup, and you’re on the floor in front of him in a matter of seconds. 

He’s covering his face with his hands, and you know then that the day must’ve gotten the better of him. 

“Hey, let me see you. It’s okay, honey, I’m right here.”

Billy looks up at you, lashes clumped together with tears, nose red and lips all swollen. He looks so frustrated with himself, so beat, that you ache for him. 

He wishes he was stronger. That he wasn’t breaking down in the middle of the kitchen, but you told him once that it’s okay to have bad days. That you're always going to be there on the worst ones. 

He puts the beer down the moment you hold your arms out, crawling into your lap and burying his face in your chest. You don’t care that he’s heavy or that you’re not entirely sure you’re getting any air in your lungs. You care that he’s letting go and that he’s showing you this vulnerable part of himself. 

Billy cries, he weeps, against you for what seems like forever. But you don’t mind. You only want him to feel better. You rub his back, play with his hair, anything to soothe him just that little bit. 

When he’s finished, when he’s caught his breath, he pulls away. His cheeks are pink and you’re sure he’s berating himself for having just sobbed like that. He’s sitting on his knees, fingers scratching at the freckled skin of his arms. He looks young like this. Lost.

“Was it just a bad day? Or is it the bad shit?” 

That is Billy code for I’m spiraling and I need help. For I’m having a hard time and I can’t do it alone. I don’t know how to say it. 

You established that little code pretty early on in your relationship, knowing it would be helpful in getting Billy to talk about his feelings with you. 

“The bad shit,” he tells you. 

“It’s not true,” you say. “Whatever your head is telling you today, it’s not true. Not today, not ever. You gotta say it for me, okay?”

He gives you the barest shake of his head before he pauses and tries to steel himself so that he can do it. He doesn’t want to let you down. 

“It’s not true.”

You grin at him. “Right. And you’re a badass. And we’re gonna eat dinner, and then we’re gonna talk it out, and then we will lay down. And maybe I’ll scratch your back for you.”

Billy nods. He hates that his breath catches at that, that the offer brings him pure, unadulterated joy. 

“Okay.”

He can do that. He knows he can offer that much. 

Because he is a badass. And he can try for you. For himself. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

tagging: @clovermunson

[thatsoundslikeadate]

what about mummy Venture who wants to seal you in their temple with them 🤭 w like very possessive/needy smut

THAT IS SICH A GOOD IDEA

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You speaking, venture speaking, others speaking.

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Warnings : NSFW, breeding kink, mentions of rotting body parts, praising, venture has a dad build, AMAB!Venture, p in v, rutting, biting, FEMALE READER!!!,cumming, multiple rounds mentioned

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Also another warning, I am NOT a history person, so stuff maybe wrong but it's whatever ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😝😝🙏🙏

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Ahh, who would've thought the roles would switch?

Instead of venture finding you and your artifacts.. your finding THEIRS.

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You walk towards the camp with great pride, you're team behind you. It's made up of strong men AND women!! You guys put everything in your back packs, your friend Aria walks up to you and hands you a map. "These show the inside of the temple and what remains to be found, isn't that so cool!" Your friend asks, the map appears to be old, crisp and sand fall from it each time you fix your hands to look closer at the artifact. "Very much, go get Tyler and tell him we're going to the temple in about... 13 minutes. And to get out of the shower! He's wasting warm water.." you complain, stretching and watching aria run towards the bathroom. You clean up the remaining sand off of you're desk and look at the map once more, looking at the tomb of Sloan Cameron, 2000 years old. No one's come out. But you were about to change that! You walk towards the golf like car that you and your team will take to this massive underground temple and start your way, the dessert sand blowing out of your hair and onto the ground, your team listening to the radio broadcast, you start putting on sunscreen, since you don't want to get burnt.. again. As you reach the temple the humidity drops, it's dryer and more crisp.. more than normal. you shiver from that. But let it go. You reach the temple doors and step out, your previous set still there. You get you and you're team ready and walk in, you take out of the map and tell you team to split up, they do and your stuck with... No one. You walk to and from the sides of the temple, grazing your hand over the artwork that covered the wall. You walk into a dark but lit room, covered in gold and jewels, you shiver as the once hot air turn very cold. Your body shuffling you back.

You hit the back of something, the sound of sanding falling and hands wrap around you makes you jump. "Dammit Tyler! Let go! I told you I won't date you!" No answer. You hit the sides of the stranger to find... Bandages.. no. Not bandages. Their crisp and.. sandy. "Y/N! Where are you!" You hear Tyler scream from outside.. so if he's outside... Who are you backed up against?...

You slowly look up, the air leaving you as you see Sloan. Sloan Cameron. No.. this can't be real.. their dead! They died 2000 years ago! You back up from the figure as they step into the light, scars across their rotting skin, the crisp bandages moving with each step, Sloan put their hand up to take off the bandage over their head, taking it off, their hair still well.. "hello human." Sloan starts making a obvious sign that they are friendly by staying back and not moving, until you move forward. "Y-you've been dead for.. 2000 years!.." you graze over their skin, crust and dust moving from them again, they shake and sand goes everywhere... Onto you too..

"Yes but.. I was always alive.. it was a curse.. from a witch when I switched on her.. she turned me into a immortal monster!..look at me! She made me watch everyone I love rot away.." they point to the obvious meat on their bones, they aren't a skeleton.. just rotting and greenish... Human?.. they move a lot more into the light and you can clearly see they aren't dead, not at all, it's just the lack of sunlight, the gold is the only light here, other than the torches that adorned the walls. Venture walks towards you, yet you hear the doors behind you close and you run over to them, banging on the door. A few seconds go by and no one comes. You slide onto the floor. Sad and upset. Your team just left you here, with a mummy. Who was probably gonna kill you like those horror movies. But Sloan didn't make another step. Not until you got up. "Yet I have a question.." "WHAT!" They flinch, a rare movement from them considering their a king.

"if you want to.. instead of dying in here.. I could seal you in with me and you wouldn't die? Since those doors don't open until the next 100 years.. also what's your name? I uh-" you look behind you and a shock expression takes over your face. You consider it, if you try to escape, which you probably can't, you wouldn't be alive to see the temple again and Sloan. You consider it again. "My names (Name..).. okay.. so how do we seal?.." you ask them, they look nervous, putting their hands together and looking down at the floor, you get the idea like a lightbulb over your head. You look at them shocked. "Really?.." they shake their head yes and shuffle around, trying to find a spot to make in comfy so you guys can seal, venture goes to find some ancient clothes that aren't fucked up by the ages, once they do, they ask you to change, you do and the gold shines off of you it's a silk fabric, with gold lines on it, Sloan has you put rings and bracelets on, and finally a necklace, they clip it to their hand and draw out blood, than do your finger too, putting it on your neck to symbolize that you are apart of them now. They allow you to get comfy before looking down at their body, wondering if it still works.. they undo the bandages that cover their waist, the fabric falling, you stare in shock and blush, looking away, venture pushes your knees to the side sliding the silk fabric up your body, tracing your body with their rough hands, your soft skin different than their rotting dry skin. They allow you to get enough courage to wrap your arms around them. Your shiver as they push into you, your wetness a lube for the mummy, they push in even more, filling you up, allowing you to against will rutting their hips, whimpering at every little movement, Sloan bites your shoulder, than traces to you're neck, biting and marking you with hickeys, like a choker.

Sloan starts moving in and out, slowly letting you adjust to the feeling of them against you, you whimper as they hit your cervix, they pound into your body faster as you moan and whimper, you wrap your arms around their body as they slam into you, whimpering and wet sounds coming from the room in the temple, Tyler and aria are confused and worried, but also sketchy, because all of the team except you is here, who could you be with?

Sloan pushes against you again, this was their 4th orgasm and your 2nd, the cum seeping out of the hole they been using for 4 hours. Groaning your name, and praising you. "Nghm-.. [name].. your gonna look so beautiful with my children stuffed into you.." your speech into bubbles and babbles as they rut against you even more, signaling their orgasm. They came for a 5th time before calapsing on top of you, regaining their strength, they pull out and cum leaks out of you, venture jumps back in surprise and scratches their neck. "Heh- sorry-!" You try to say something but your mind is mush, they cuddle against you. You both sealed together.

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100 years later

<3

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You wake up as venture rummages through the gold, moving around quickly as the door to the room opens, a adult who looks just like Tyler walks in, you guys stare at him.

"yes?.." you ask the human. The adult runs out screaming and you both laugh before the door closes, another 100 years in the temple is fine with you two <3

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ITS FONE!!!

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hey! I really enjoy your headcanons for LOTR and will always bring a smile to my face when a new one is written. I know you probably have quite a lot of requests, but I was wondering if the fellowship could react to their crush having an injury? It could be any injury, from getting a scrap from falling off a tree to a dangerous gash on their side. I don’t know how comfortable you are with blood, or gore?, so no worries if this is not your cup of tea! Just wanted to put my idea out there and say thanks for writing these lovely headcanons from my favorite books and movies! ☺️

Awe thank you! You are too sweet. I’m a huge sucker for hurt/comfort so I enjoyed writing these :)

I kinda strayed from strictly a “crush” and this can be interpreted as crush/friend/partner, however you wish

How the Fellowship reacts to you getting hurt

Aragorn:

-He received notice and he’s on the job

-Weewoo here he comes with his chewed up herbs!

-Ok that’s an exaggeration but he is quick to help

-However he doesn’t go overboard

-If you trip and scrape a knee he will help you up and check that you’re ok

-He knows you are fine, and makes sure you know that too

-I just imagine him having the mindset of how you deal with a little kid scraping a knee where as long as they can’t see the blood they are fine

-Deal with it quickly and they will forget it even happened

-If you are genuinely in pain he is super reassuring and constantly apologizing for the sting of cleaning the wound

-Very strict with recovery rules; won’t yell at you or anything but his look of disapproval is enough to keep you in bed

Legolas:

-He is no healer, but he knows how to take basic care of an injury

-He will tease you if the injury is from something silly or simple

-But he doesn’t mean anything by it

-However if it is a bad injury; let’s say for sake of setting a scene you are shot with an arrow

-He knows how to deal with this; he’s thousands of years old so this isn’t the first time seeing this

-However for you I think he panics and will call for help

-He knows there are more capable hands for healing and he couldn’t bear doing something wrong or making it worse

-He will take the arrow out if no one else is there but he would rather be comforting and distracting you; he doesn’t want to cause you anymore pain

-It’s kinda like how surgeons generally don’t operate on their own family; it’s just too emotional and stressful

Gimli:

-He talks so incessantly when he’s nervous

-Mostly mumbling to himself as he checks you over

-Might accidentally say to himself “this is bad” before correcting himself to talk to you directly

-“No not bad, you will be fine, you are in very capable hands”

-It’s just a little knife cut, doesn’t even need stitches

-But he bandages it like your arm was nearly taken off

-He will also tell you stories of injuries he’s gotten or has seen; real nasty stuff

-It’s not helpful or calming but he’s trying

Boromir:

-He wastes no time ripping his own clothes to make a bandage

-“Boromir we have bandages” “No time!”

-That is once again an exaggeration but seriously no one knows how he still has anything to wear with how much he rips them

-He is a captain of his guard so he has seen basically every injury there is

-So he actually is quite level headed

-Unlike Aragorn who will talk to you as he patches you up, Boromir is focused and has someone else talk to you if possible; he doesn’t really multitask well

-Will kiss it better (he still does this to Faramir too much to his embarrassment)

-He is kinda relaxed about recovery rules; like he will let you walk around a bit or whatever as long as you aren’t doing further damage

Frodo:

-For a little scrape he will calmly have you sit up on the counter by the sink and he will gently clean the abrasion

-Talks you through it and apologizes that it might sting

-He’s quite calm in general, and even if he wasn’t he wouldn’t show it because he wouldn’t want to stress you out

-A more serious injury, maybe a broken bone he is super pragmatic

-He is the person you want with you because he really does stay calm to help you through it

-Asks someone to go get help while he waits with you so you aren’t alone

-This isn’t necessarily on topic but he would accompany you to any doctors appointments if you ask

-I am a big pussy when it comes to shots, and I am known to faint from blood draws; I really don’t do needles

-He would never judge for something like that though and would happily hold your hand and let you hide your face in his shoulder

Sam:

-He goes a little overboard

-Even if you just tripped and didn’t even get hurt he is fussing

-He can’t help being attentive

-No one he loves will come to harm

-The most doting if you are put on bed rest, or simply have a hard time getting around at the moment

-Seriously, he will escort you everywhere; that is if you don’t let him just do it for you

-I love how he talks to Frodo about the trolls even though he knows his friend is more focused on not dying

-Like Gimli, he will also tell you stories, but his are less gory

Merry:

-“do you want me to hit you to distract from the pain?”

-He’s a little silly about it if it’s a little scrape; and this stems from using humor to distract Pippin when he was younger and would fall

-He is a gentle and thoughtful hobbit; something that you really get to see in the books

-He is super gentle when cleaning any cut; and he gets you to talk to him as a distraction

-If it is something major you know he will get you the best care possible

-He is rich; let’s not forget that

-Like Frodo he will accompany you to appointments; they all probably would, but these two will offer before you can even ask

-Actually, he probably makes your appointments too

Pippin:

-I’m sorry but no matter your relationship to him he will laugh at first (if it’s not obviously bad)

-People falling is funny and he can’t help it

-But he will help you brush off and if you are actually hurt he immediately goes to help

-Will do the half carry where he is supporting your weight as you walk

-Even if you are significantly taller and it would be faster if you walked normally

-He is kinda at a loss for what to do so he gets someone who knows more about healing to help

-While he kinda stands with you with thumbs up “you’re gonna be fine” while sweating profusely

Gandalf:

-To be completely honest, if it’s something small he doesn’t really do anything for it

-If you are upset he will comfort you, but he wants you to be able to handle yourself if need be

-He also has things to do ya know; he’s an important man

-This is not meant to make him sound mean or dismissive; he just won’t make a fuss if you aren’t and it’s nothing to fuss over anyway

-Unless it is serious; then he is using any healing knowledge he has to help you

-My dad always says jokingly “welp, unfortunately we will have to amputate” over paper cuts and such and Gandalf would absolutely do this too

[gor3-hound]

meant to be yours

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, unwilling cannibalism - reciever doesn't know! self-mutilation. obsessive, creepy, delusional reader. no real sex but masturbation n fantasies. very little smut and also a lil vomit.

a/n: idk why, but i... could not get this out of my head. been writing this the past few hours n it's now 1am... all i'm gonna say is read at your own discretion

word count: 1.9k words

There wasn't much good in your life. Not really. You'd never been one to talk much. No family, no friends. You spent most of your life working, dropping out of school, and saving money from a young age in order to pursue your one true passion - baking.

Opening up your own shop was hard. You went hungry most nights in order to skim a little cash from your dead-end job to be able to afford the down payment. But it worked. You had your own bakery, and business was booming.

For once in your life, you felt happy.

The day Leon came into the bakery for the first time changed everything. A festering desire found its way into your mind, an itch that wouldn't leave. He was your soul mate, you knew it. He was the sweetest thing you'd ever seen. So pure and untouched.

He made your skin crawl. You needed to be closer to him, to corrupt him in a way that no one would ever come close to you. You needed to be his, mind, body and soul. His smile made you nauseous. How many others had received that same smile?

No. You had to have him in a way no one else could.

You started experimenting. Simple things, really. Your love for him was all consuming, and you're sure in time he'd come to understand how much you worshipped him. He'd be appreciative of all you'd done for him once he found out.

It made it all worth it as you carved into your flesh for the first time. Your teeth clamped down on an old leather belt of yours to stiffle your screams, a piece of fabric tied tight around your thigh to slow the bleeding as you cut chunks of your flesh out.

The pain almost made you pass out, but you wouldn't let your weakness get in the way of showing devotion to Leon. You swallowed your bile as it rose up your throat, blinked past the blurriness of your tears.

You did your best to treat the wounds efficiently after. YouTube can only teach you so much, and your hands wouldn't stop shaking, so you couldn't wrap the bandage as tight as you should have. But that was okay. You couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk someone stopping your plan.

You swallowed some painkillers and went to bed, content with the knowledge that tomorrow was Saturday. That meant Leon would be coming. You had something really special for him.

You wake up with a hop in your step the next morning despite the excruciating pain you were in. You down more painkillers and pop the pack in your pocket, although it does little to dull your pain.

You grind the carefully harvested flesh down. You had already made the dough which had expanded nicely. This would have to be your best work, after all. You carefully lay out the necessary ingredients, combining them before placing the filling neatly into the dough.

You gather up the edges of the disc you'd made, folding them over the seasoned flesh and tucking them in to form a nice ball. You smile at yourself, feeling like you deserved a pat on the back. Once the egg wash is on, you place them into the oven and glance at the clock.

Perfect timing.

You smile and set up the rest of the bakery for opening. Once the buns are cooked, you take them out and place them in the back. You greet all the customers as friendly as always despite the burning in your thigh and the obsession making itself known in the forefront of your brain.

The closer it gets to Leon's usual entrance time, the more antsy you get. You can't keep still, shifting your weight between your feet as it becomes increasingly more difficult not to snap at every customer that walks in. They were all wasting your time.

Your eyes flick over to the clock on your wall constantly. The quiet ticking makes your eyes twitch and keeps your nerves on edge. You want to rip the clock from the wall and-

“Hey.” Your head snaps to the door. A smile makes its way to your face as you relax. Finally. You lean on the counter, your gaze trailing Leon's face appreciatively.

“Leon. Hi.” You breathe out, all the tension seeping out of your muscles. He makes all the pain you endured worth it, just to see his smile. “The usual?”

He nods softly, and you get to work packing his order. He likes to treat himself to a slice of cake and a pastry at the end of the week. It's the cutest thing ever to you, and you always like to throw in an extra little snack. On the house, of course.

“Hey, I tried something new today. Saved some for my favourite customer. Want to try it?” The festering in your mind returns tenfold. You didn't know what you'd do if he didn't accept. Your mind was screaming at you, wanting nothing more than to see him eat your flesh. To become one with you.

Please. Your mind supplies, your breathing growing shallow as you wait for his reply. The seconds feel like they stretch into hours, your nails digging into your palms and leaving little crescent shaped marks in the flesh.

“Sure! What did you make?” He asks, sweet as ever. The air you suck in after that satisfies your whole body, like the first breath of air after you'd been drowning. Your lungs stop burning, your mind stops screaming.

“I'm trying out some more savoury stuff. Trying to broaden my horizons, you know?” You say with a chuckle, stepping back to retrieve the tray. “I made some pork buns. Saved them just for you. They're all yours, if you like them.”

He lets out a laugh himself, eyes examining the food in front of him. “You're too good to me. These look amazing.”

Take one. Please. Just one.

“Ah, it's nothing.” You say causally, your eyes locked on his hands as they reach out for one of the buns. Your heart beats faster, feeling like it's about to break free past the cage of your ribs. “You're an officer. Just giving back.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” He says with an amused smile, finally picking up one of them.

Yesyesyesyes. Just a little longer.

It takes every ounce of willpower in you not to make a noise as he takes a bite. It's even harder to keep a neutral expression as he chews it, his eyes widening slightly. He swallows the bite, looks at you and grins. You lean forward, watching with morbid curiosity as his Adam's apple bobs, picturing the chunks of your flesh sliding down his throat.

“Wow! These are, like… really good. You should definitely start selling them.” He compliments, taking another bite. You watch him finish up the bun with increasing interest, your eyes practically sparkling with joy and your pussy throbbing with need.

“That's, um…” Your words come out shaky, so you clear your throat and try again. “Thank you. That means a lot. I'm really glad you liked it.”

“Did you need anything else today? Or is that all?” You ask politely, your hands idly brushing the edge of the counter - desperate for something, anything to ground you as you wait for his response. The anticipation was enough to drive you mad with desire, but you had to stay composed.

If only Leon could understand how much you truly wanted him. How much you needed him to see you, to really see you, not just look at you. What you'd do for him to touch you. Consume you. Become one with you.

“No, no. I think that's it.” He says with a head tilt, not looking unlike a puppy in that moment. You want to keep him in a little room, safe from the cruelty in the world. Maybe a cute little display case you dust off every day.

“Alright, no problem, then.” You say as you start to ring up his order, telling him the price and taking the money. “Let me just wrap these up, and you can be on your way.”

With practised ease, you quickly wrapped the ordered items in paper, making sure the wrapping is secure. Once done, you carefully place them into a brown paper bag, double checking everything was intact. Reaching out, you held it out towards Leon, a kind smile on your face as you tried to ignore the aggressive beating of your heart. Your hand shook slightly, yearning for contact. For just a tiny moment of skin on skin. "Here you go.”

“Thank you so much! I'll see you next week.” He tells you as he reaches for the bag, his fingers brushing yours lightly as he takes it, getting ready to leave the bakery.

"Have a wonderful day." You reply, your voice breaking slightly as you watch him walk away. Your eyes follow his form disappearing down the street until he was out of sight before you let out a ragged breath, collapsing against the counter. Today had been... too close. Too much contact. You needed to calm down.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Your mind wanders for the rest of the day, thinking about how satisfying it would be when you were finally his. You'd get him to accept your gifts with open arms. How could he not love you when he'd realised how much you'd sacrificed for him?

You wanted him to dip his tongue in your wounds, to thank you properly for the pain you'd sustained for him. You'd worship every inch of his body, give everything you'd had to him.

Oh, how good it would feel when he sunk his cock into you for the first time. You'd be perfect for him, open up so easily for him. You'd take every inch without complaint, let him fuck you as often as he wanted.

Maybe he'd sink his teeth directly into your neck when he realised how much he craved your flesh. You'd make him crave another taste. The thought made you shiver, arousal pooling into the gusset of your panties, making the fabric stick to you.

You closed up early to return to your apartment. You find your bed instantly, flopping down and stripping within seconds. You shove two fingers deep into your cunt as you pictured Leon fucking you. The sloppy wet noises fill your room as your moans echo off the empty walls.

Your free hand shifts to the wound on your thigh, and you press down harshly. You scream in pain, nausea hitting you instantly at the agonising pain. It's enough to make you cum, your pussy gushing around your fingers. You lean over the edge of the bed, throwing up onto the hardwood floor. You'd deal with it later.

You curl up into a ball, breathing heavily through tears and mucus as the burning sensation worsens. You can barely breathe through the acrid scent assaulting your senses. It was all worth it. You'd tear every muscle fibre of your body apart to show your reverence to Leon. No one can love him like you can.

You wouldn't be content until he devoured you whole. Not until your souls became intertwined and you were sure you'd plague his thoughts like he had plagued yours. His teeth would sink deep into the flesh of your still beating heart, and only then would he understand the extent to which you adored him.

His innocent appearance meant nothing when he could ruin you so completely with one simple look. One touch. One smile.

He already had.

[baohanhanesel]

Mom of the TF141

Mentioned: Simon Ghost Riley, John Soap Mactavish, Kyle Gaz Garrick, Captain John Price.

It was the fact you knew how to comfort each one of them. They loved some homemade goods after a bad mission. The freshly bandages wounds, aching pain and the headaches were best cured with homemade lentil soup and homemade meatballs with potatoes. You knew they didn't remember the last time they had a homemade meal. So you took the opportunity and comforted them with it.

Ghost liked to be silent while he ate the goods and after that he'd disappear to his room to rest for the day. You'd make sure to send him a bowl of the biscuits you baked so he has snacks to munch at night if he can't sleep.

Soap was the type of guy to talk everything out and you'd listen. You'd listen to him tell you about everything in his mind mission related or not. Most of the time it wouldn't be mission related, he would just want to move on quite fast. You'd sit across from him, see him down the second plate while he talked. He'd occasionally get tired of stuffing his mouth and talking so you had to do a bit of talking as well. "You say so?" "That sounds interesting." "Oh wow. I haven't seen you talk about that before!" "Johnny..." "What? For real? What happened after that?"

Gaz sometimes had tears in the corner of his eyes while he stuffed his mouth shut with a spoonful of lentil soup. He'd never let them fall, not before you gave him the flag to do so. "Kyle, it is fine. You are fine." You wouldn't mention his tears while he ate, or when he decided to talk to you about the mission and how it could have been successful. You could see he valued your words a lot. And that made you feel special, as special as you were for him.

Price was the grumpy type. He had the furrowed eyebrows until he started to eat. After he got that done, he'd soften a bit but you'd still notice the subtle anger in him. You knew at those times joking wasn't a way out, so you just gave his shoulders a pat. "You did everything you could have, John. You know you did." If he denied so, you'd hush him. "No talking back. Why don't you go lay down?" He wouldn't be against the idea if it came from you. He trusted you and the comfortable warmth your words made him feel was indescribable. He could never put a word on it.

It was the fact they all respected you a shit ton. A recruit badmouthing you or even talking to you as an equal? They were very quick to jump at them.

Ghost would glare at first, cursing them in his head for thinking they are your equal. They were not. They didn't have the right to think you were like the others in the base. You were much more important. You were a warmth he never thought that was left in this hellhole of a world. If they went as far as to insult you, he would threaten the recruit behind your back. Grabbing the back of their throat and whispering in a deadly tone. That they were nothing other than a piece of shit on the sidewalk and they would better remember their place before Ghost would teach them where it was. Every time without an exception you'd never see that recruit look into your eyes ever again.

Soap threw a dirty look, asking the recruit overwhelming tons of questions and humiliating them. If they thought they were your equal that was embarrassing. Soap would make them realize how embarrassing they were by asking questions. "Ohh name three times you calmed down an angry Captain after a 48 hour mission." "Name me one time you walked up to Ghost and got him to talk." If they insulted you, it was nothing but a fist straight into their face. No warnings. Nothing. Just a good punch. After that? That recruit wouldn't be seen anywhere within your eye range.

Gaz would openly say they were stupid for thinking of themselves as your equal. He would give them many reasons why they are not. When he witnessed someone insulting you? He rolled his sleeves and prepared his fists but never got to attack the recruit before they ran away. Gaz didn't waste his time tracking the fucker down. He would have. If you hadn't stopped him and told him the recruit was just a rookie.

Price would lecture the recruits. "This woman right here saw more blood than any of you did. She saw more dead bodies than more people you got to know in your pathetic lives." There was no stopping him if he started his lecture already. He wouldn't stop without seeing the shame on the soldier's faces. You would try stopping him though, even if you knew he wouldn't. When would you not try? When he heard you get insulted by someone. That was off limits for you because you knew he saw red when it happened. He'd get very scary with the strict voice and if necessary a collar grab. He'd only calm down after seeing tears in the recruit's eyes or hear their babbles of apologies. If he could fire soldiers for disrespecting you, he would. But he was a smart man and instead of giving up on a lost cause he'd just bend them into manners with more force.

It was the time you called them your boys. It was a calm evening and they had made you so happy, talking and joking peacefully with each other. Seeing them so good and well mannered with one another had made you so happy back then you called them your boys. "I am so happy my boys are so good with one another. Wouldn't change anything for your team bond."

Ghost paused, looking at you in disbelief. He felt a huge crash in his heart and a huge smile on his face matching it. He didn't remember the last time he got this emotional over being mentioned before. He was a grown man, for fuck's sake. He didn't say anything and only kept joking around with the way you said it. Your phrase made him realize that he was one of your boys indeed and that he has been seeing you as his mother figure.

Soap laughed so damn loudly. "Yeah? Seeing our lady happy makes me damn happy." He would get next to you and hug you. As much as he tried to seem he was cool and he totally wasn't affected with the way you called them your boys he was affected horribly. He was so damn happy that you saw him as your boy. He had made peace with the idea in his head before, the idea that you were a mother figure for him. So hearing you say that so casually made him feel like a little child.

Gaz felt his cheeks flush. He was embarrassed. He didn't think hearing that from you could get him this embarrassed, but it had. He wanted to hear you say it again but he would rather dig himself a hole than to ask that of you. He already had a hard time not calling you mom, you were making it very hard for him to not make that mistake. Granted if he accidentally called you mom, he'd disappear for a few days to process what he just did.

Price smiled lovingly. Looking you in the eyes with admiration in them. He admired you so much. You were a brave motherly woman and for him you meant a lot. Hearing you say "My boys" got him so happy you had no idea. He had always seen this team as a family, and you not speaking otherwise gave him the flag to freely call you "mom" even as a joke. You'd take the joke well, that much he knew it. He thought of you as a comforting mother since the day you got close with him. Your smile, your words and your pats on the shoulder. You made him want to cry because of how comfortable you made him feel.

[damagedintellect]

Skk Brainrot for Dazai’s BDay

💌 A Walk in Each Other’s Shoes: Chapter 2  💌  

Summary:  “They’ve been like this since returning from their mission following up with the defection of several gifted members. From what Chuuya or rather “Dazai” said a new organization was behind said defections, Sonrisa, created a machine to essentially “steal” abilities-” Chuuya dropped from the ceiling in front of Hirotsu finishing the report “But it didn’t work how they originally designed it and now me and Chuuya switched bodies!” his smile was wide, almost creepily so. Chuuya doesn’t smile often and especially not like that. Without a doubt, it was Dazai in Chuuya’s body.

Notes:  The bodyswap AU no one asked for, Happy Birthday to our boi Dazai I gift you with emotions, I wanted to play with the hc that “No Longer Human” nullifies more than abilities

💌 Word count: 2,038 💌  <= Previous Chapter | Chapter 3 =>

Dazai didn't plan on doing anything weird initially, but that was before Chuuya instructed him not to. He broke out in a grin as he entered the washroom. Now what to do, was the question on his mind. If he takes too long Chuuya would get suspicious and he didn’t want that. As Dazai shuffled through the cabinets to see what he was working with, his reflection caught him off guard. His pulse spiked as he looked at his partner in the mirror. He thought he was about to be reprimanded before he managed to do anything fun.

It finally dawned on him that this was the first time he's seen Chuuya’s face since the swap, despite being with the redhead all day. It should have been jarring speaking with his own body to some degree but that wasn't the case. If Dazai had to guess it was because his focus was elsewhere but now staring at his short counterpart in the mirror it put things into a perspective he didn't account for. First of all Chuuya would be taking off his bandages. 

Outside of insulting his "wasteful usage" he's never once asked about them in a prying manner. What would his reactions be? He felt something stir in the pit of his stomach at the thought. Would Chuuya take the time to rewrap the bandages afterwards? Would it be weird if Dazai personally requested to do it himself? They are not the most comfortable things in the world but it's bearable because of what they mean to him but they don't hold any significance to Chuuya. The real question he should be asking is if he can tolerate looking at himself without them present. Dazai was making himself dizzy. It was getting harder to think with his new brain jumping around. Should he say something about it? He's never had to in the past but they've never been under such extreme circumstances that called for this kind of emotional vulnerability on his part.

Chuuya was always the one with his heart on his sleeve, not Dazai. Chuuya was the one who opened up and laid himself bare, not Dazai. Although their trust undeniably went both ways it was always about Chuuya’s emotional wellbeing, Dazai made sure of that. He could feel the room shift. He didn't realize he wasn't touching the floor until he tried focusing on the image of Chuuya staring back at him.

Floating was strange. He gripped the edge of the sink as he grounded himself figuratively and literally. He needed to calm down. He stared back at Chuuya’s piercing blue eyes. He'll never get the chance to stare at them from this distance again. They were captivating. He's always thought so which was annoying. Dazai drew out a shaky breath as he shrugged off the other's jacket and started pulling off his gloves. Another realization hit him like a train as he peered at his hands feeling every muscle in his throat move as he swallowed poignantly. Like his bandages Chuuya never takes off his gloves, only when it's absolutely necessary, meaning Dazai has never gotten to observe his hands up close like this either. This feels weird. His head was spinning through several thoughts that made him want to gag. It felt like he was overstepping in unmarked territory and while he shouldn't care in the slightest his new vessel had a mind of its own. Not to mention that technically he was undressing his dog and that made him sick. 

He's seen the other without a shirt before but somehow this felt different, more intimate. Dazai would be personally discarding the articles of clothing himself. He coughed, staring back at Chuuya in the mirror. His face was flush, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. The unsettled feeling in his stomach came back for entirely different reasons. Chuuya really did make him sick by all accounts of the word. He would die before ever admitting that he found the other attractive but he could not refute the fact that the redhead was conventionally attractive by modern beauty standards. Dazai also refused to believe that he could be this easily flustered, it had to be Chuuya’s stupid brain not being able to handle his own subconscious mind because this was getting ridiculous. 

He was mortified that things were getting harder to compartmentalize the longer he stayed in Chuuya’s body.

Without warning the door opened causing him to panic despite not doing anything wrong. Chuuya raised an eyebrow at him. He had already discarded the bandages on his head but the others remained intact. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Dazai’s familiar flat monotone echoed through the room breaking through the swell of emotions he was experiencing. Chuuya handed him a towel and a change of clothes as Dazai plastered on a fake smile to hide behind. In truth he felt humiliated being found in such a state. "No ghost, just an ugly mutt!" He waved his hand dismissively. 

Should he say something now or should he wait. Which would be the better option? His heart started pounding against his chest. For the first time he couldn’t discern the better outcome. His mind was simply running through too many emotions for him to focus. His thoughts were jumping around vague word association to distract from conversations he would rather not be having. How does Chuuya make snap judgments like this, or was this because of the other thing he was thinking about? For once he doesn't know.

If he's being completely honest Dazai has no idea how much of his thoughts subconsciously belong to him. Realistically it's probably a mixture of both. Since his memories are solely his, it might be his body trying to compensate for the new information? He's spitballing the idea to make himself feel better and he knows it. If only he paid more attention when the lab coat underling was talking but his attention was divided.

Dazai’s smile was off and Chuuya could tell something was up. It didn't take a genius to figure that Dazai was eyeing the remaining bandages. Chuuya shrugged, he's always wondered what purpose they served but if Dazai is tense about the prospect of him taking them off he'll just rewrap them. Simple as that. There's no sense causing his partner to have a meltdown over it.

"Yeah, yeah I get it the others stay on. You look like you're about to blow a gasket-" He cut himself off leaning into his face. “Wait, is that really what I look like when I'm lost in thought?" Chuuya reached out to pinch his own cheeks. The gesture was mostly to piss off Dazai but part of him was always curious about what he looked like in the candid. The sheep, the flags and even Dazai himself would often tell him he made the most entertaining expressions; this was a rare opportunity to finally see it first hand.

Dazai growled, swatting the hand away. "I hate how your brain functions! Everything is so loud and the constant shifting of thoughts is giving me whiplash." Dazai put the bundle of clothes on the counter as he practically ripped his shirt off. The faster he took a shower the sooner he could be done. Chuuya rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm thrilled about this either." He dug around the cabinet and pulled out a stash of bandages setting them aside to finally take his leave.

It didn’t actually take Chuuya that long to find clothes that fit Dazai’s build. He completely forgot that during Christmas Albatross thought it would be funny to give him a snail themed pajama set that he could "grow" into. He rolled his eyes as he easily found it in the back of his closet untouched. He swore he was never going to wear it and when the flags died he couldn't bring himself to throw it out but now he doesn't feel that overwhelming sorrow looking at it. He shrugged, it was strange feeling indifferent about it now. On his way out of his room he grabbed Dazai something to wear, what he would have worn tonight if he was still in his own body. Elegant but not too fancy in his opinion, a simple red pajama set that was slightly loose and comfortable.

As he approached the bathroom he noticed the water wasn't running, which could only mean Dazai was up to no good so he didn't bother knocking and just walked in. He didn't expect to see him gripping the sink like he's about to pass out. Once more it felt bizarre to feel indifferent about it. As much as he grumbles about the other, he does care about Dazai. If he didn’t he really would have killed him by now with all the shit the brunette's gotten him tangled in but then he would have killed the only one who understood. If he believed in soul mates he would be more disgusted but fundamentally he has already processed the idea that they both make the other more human than either cares to acknowledge. Their inseparable bond aside, it felt uncomfortable knowing he would probably have reached out had the void not been so deafening. How does Dazai do anything with this empty feeling?

Chuuya shrugged, they didn’t need the verbal reassurance anyhow and Chuuya does have extra bandages knowing Dazai breaks into his apartment on occasion. The other will probably come to the same conclusion. Albeit their circumstances are still bizarre he doesn't blame the other having scattered thoughts on the matter. Dazai is exceedingly competent but even this was an oversight neither thought possible. Chuuya does feel responsible to some degree but he doesn't feel a sense of guilt, at least not yet. He can't tell if his emotions are nonexistent or just delayed or what. It could be all of the above for all he cared. He wasn't paying attention to the pompous asshat and his self centered monologue he figured if it was important Dazai would clock it and fill him in later like usual.

By the time Dazai gets out of the shower his skin is flush. Probably due to how hot the water had been which means the bastard probably used all of it. Chuuya rolled his eyes, great. He had been looking forward to a hot shower since Dazai’s body runs colder than he’s used to. Maybe that’s what the bandages are really for. He stifled his laugh as he passed the other.

The steam felt warm and welcoming on his face but uncomfortable literally everywhere else. It's only now that Chuuya realizes just how much Dazai bandages himself up. He makes fast work of stripping his clothes off to reveal the white fabric is basically a second skin. The only area not covered is his pelvis and his upper thighs. What the fuck is wrong with the bastard this is an ungodly amount of bandages. Chuuya painstaking removes them all revealing scars and bruises that he didn’t know existed. It's actually pretty impressive he didn't feel some of the bruises earlier. He wonders how the hell the mackerel managed to get half of these. He couldn't help but trace a few of the scars, namely the big one that spread across his chest.

He remembers that day in extreme vivid detail; it was the first time that they had worked together. It was a rush like no other but even that feeling was lost to the void. Chuuya frowns staring back at Dazai’s slender frame. He's surprised that he's not repulsed by the fact that he's staring at his partner naked and almost intrigued by the indifference. He's aware that he made it abundantly clear for Dazai to refrain from any funny business in his body, but Chuuya is curious just how much pain or pleasure the other can feel since everything else seems dampened by his ability. Chuuya has half a mind to find out but the moment his hand moves his face twists in disgust. Was he really going to jerk Dazai off to satisfy his morbid curiosity? Maybe a cold shower is what he needs.

[fluffabutt]

Rewrote this fic so many times:

Yandere!Laventon x Reader

Warnings: Reader is isekai-ed and unhappy about it, feelings of betrayal, injury, drugging

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You’ve been through this before: being introduced to the Pokémon world.

Laventon is your Professor, which makes sense since he’s the first one you meet and wearing a labcoat. He says that you fell from the sky, and you’re content to believe you’re in a very realistic dream.

The air is clear, the sky is blue, and it’s absolutely fucking freezing in your shorts.

You go through the motions, meeting your rival character Akari, the tough boss Cyllene, and establishing your ‘home town.’

It isn’t until you manage to scrape your hands while catching Pokémon that you realize you’re not in a dream.

The blood running down your fingers makes you ‘wake up’ in a sense. Laventon rushes over to bandage your hands as you walk towards him and Akari in a daze. You look at them both with new understanding.

You’re in the Pokémon world.

These are real breathing people, not 3D models on a screen.

And you come to a new understanding of how you need to do everything you can to go home.

You open the mission on your new Arcphone.

There are people relying on you back home, they must be worried.

You can’t make them wait.

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You keep it very professional all things considered.

The Survey Corps members are all reasonably kind people, but you don’t have any intention of getting close.

You just keep your head down and finish as many Pokédex entries as you can without working yourself to the bone, occasionally joining Laventon and the other Survey Corps members for Potato Mochi to celebrate. Otherwise you keep to yourself.

Many people try to ask about yourself but you keep them at arms length. You can’t lose focus on your mission, and any time spent trying to connect with others is better off going into survey work.

You sometimes talk to Laventon or Cyllene, mostly on business but with your attempts to keep yourself from getting sick and keeling over you spend time with them.

Paperwork mostly, but Laventon goes out of his way to include you in the small gatherings that happen within the corps.

You appreciate it, really, but you don’t see much point in team-building when you intend to leave. Laventon often walks away with a strained smile when you refuse the invitation.

Besides, what could you even talk about? That in your world none of this is real? It’s a wonder the presence of your new phone isn’t a paradox in and of itself.

So no, you tell them about the most basic parts of yourself, leaving anything else in vague statements.

And cry into the pillow that came with your futon when you feel especially homesick.

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The frenzied nobles add a new quirk to the mix. The Alpha Pokémon were already terrifying in their ferocity, but the frenzied Noble Pokémon?

You think whatever put you here just is interested in killing you in more extreme scenarios by the day.

Running for your life desperately pelting Pokémon potpourri, so panicked you don’t even have the breath to scream when you get hit by the damned thing.

But you work through it.

Laventon bandages your scrapes with gentle scolding about your wellbeing, but you simply just sigh and crunch numbers in your head to catch up on how much time you wasted fixing the clan problems.

Laventon offers quiet nights so you can recover and get back into shape enough to go back. You say your thanks when he offers to brew a tea that helps you sleep.

He thankfully doesn’t bring up the nightmares you wake up from with a gasp during survey expeditions. You keep the fact that your nightmares persist into your house in Jubilife to yourself.

Laventon is kind enough to keep you distracted with research talk until you excuse yourself when your eyelids flutter and he walks you back to your house.

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Though you do find somebody to cling to in the whirlwind of activity. One Warden Ingo who mirrors the lost look in your eyes.

Though yours don’t glow in near darkness like his.

Ingo is the first shuddering breath you allow yourself to take, where he opens up about the memories that linger outside of his reach and you feel compelled to talk about the people you miss everyday.

You tell Ingo almost everything though you have to leave out the entirety of Pokémon being fictional, out of fear his straining psyche would deteriorate.

Of course, the Pokédex comes first, but you make an effort to keep up correspondence with Ingo. Letters fly back and forth between you two, information on the native Pokémon and their habitats is precious to you and you offer a sound board for some memories he has of his time.

You wave off the weekly invitations to spend training with Ingo. Pokémon battling is a necessary skill for the wilderness of Hisui and genuinely you have a good time. Even taking offers from Ingo for help with the Pokédex in the Coronet Highlands.

The Pearl Wardens hear about your bonding with Ingo and offer their assistance as well, and you’re extremely thankful. You even take up offers to go by yourself with the Pearl Clan without the help of the Survey Corps, Ingo helping to escort you to a settlement and take you back to Jubilife after a week of work.

Laventon approaches you in a panic when you both come back to Jubilife terrified that you went and got hurt. But you wave him off explaining where you were, and happily hand him a few journals worth of notes and show off your haul of newly captured Pokémon.

It’s the first time you see Laventon so off balance. You feel terribly guilty as Laventon just quietly collects your research and turns away to walk back to Headquarters.

Ingo escorts you the short walk to your house before you separate, to which he asks if he can join you for dinner. You feel slightly deflated with what happened but invite him over anyway, happy for the distraction of what happened.

You go to Headquarters to give your progress to Cyllene, who looks impressed at your wide berth of work. It’s only when you turn to leave that Cyllene stops you.

“We were worried for you.” She says, her hands steepled as she levels her piercing gaze at you.

“Ah, my apologies. I will alert you in the future if I intend to go out on my own-“

“You are appreciated here. People like you.” She says, the weight of that statement makes your stomach churn

“Thank you.” You say, because you don’t have any idea of what else to say.

There’s a very telling pause that only makes you fidget with your hands.

“That’s all, dismissed,” she says with a sigh, something you’ve never heard from Cyllene, and goes back to the large stacks of paperwork on her desk.

You’re happy to be able to get away from the Survey Corps.

Though you swallow the hard lump in your throat and blink back tears as you trudge back to the house.

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Ingo is mercifully quiet as you help each other with a dinner, you peeling potatoes while he chops vegetables. They’re combined into the hot pot as you carefully lay pieces of meat into the hot oil.

“You’ve made great progress on the Pokédex,” Ingo finally says.

“Yes, there’s about 30 entries left. Mostly just raising Pokémon.” You say back. You push the idea of the box Legendaries into the back of your mind before your migraine gets worse.

“You’ve been here for a month yes?” He asks.

“Yes, just about.”

“Have you told anyone else?” He asks.

“Told anyone else what?”

“That the Pokédex is your only way home.” He says.

You just stare at him, he uses his chopsticks to stir the veggies and flip the meat so it cooks evenly.

“Ah, so that’s a firm no then.” He says with a sigh, running his hand over his goatee.

You just turn to grab two clay bowls and the soju you keep in your small little cellar in the floor.

You hand Ingo his bowl and once everything is finished cooking, you both set down to eat. Ingo is mercifully silent, though accepts a few swigs of your soju as you pass it back and forth.

You place your bowl on the tatami mat, laying your chopsticks across the rim, and sit back on your hands as you try to gather the words you want to say. You look at Ingo.

“If…” You start, and Ingo meets your eyes, patiently waiting. “If you could go home, would you?”

Ingo blinks, fiddles with his goatee as he looks down. You watch his eyes focus on the floor, the quirk of his eyebrows, and the subtle tap of his fingers against the tatami floor in a rhythm you don’t recognize.

“I would,” he says, after he meets your gaze again.

“So would I. So to follow that, if you knew you were going to leave, would it be fair to get close to someone knowing you’re not going to stay?”

Ingo answers you with a deep sigh, his free hand moves to the brim of his hat.

“That’s why. I want to go home Ingo. I want to see my friends, my family… it doesn’t feel fair to get close knowing that the first opportunity I have… I’d leave this world in a heartbeat.” You say.

You get up to take your dishes and place them aside, you hand Ingo a little clay bowl with a lid for him to grab the leftovers.

“I see…” he says.

“So I’ve been told to finish the Pokédex, and I’m going to,” you say, turning to face him. “And as soon as I do, we’re going to go home.”

You offer your hand out to Ingo, and his eyes flicker back and forth, searching you for something. You know there’s nothing there but your honest feelings.

He clasps his callused and scared hand against yours and gives you the soft smile he reserves for when he loses.

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You walk Ingo to the door and say goodbye after he puts on his shoes. Though he walks back in after immediately stepping outside holding a bamboo box.

“This was left on your stoop,” he says, shock overriding his typical neutral frown.

You take it from him and open it.

Fresh Dango on skewers, two in particular.

You gasp with pleasant surprise and offer one to Ingo. He tries to refuse but with mild goading he accepts the present.

“I wonder who could have left it…” he says, trailing off before enjoying a mouthful of the sweet dango.

“No clue.” You say, smiling as the man manages to stuff his face full of the sweet treat like a chipmunk before heading off into the night.

You enjoy your snack, though the sweetness makes your heart hurt, knowing even if you had a secret admirer you wouldn’t be able to return their feelings.

You wouldn’t be sticking around to find out.

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From there everything swivels sideways, from Palkia and Dialga, to Volo and Giratina, you barely managed to regain your focus.

The way you were ousted from Jubilife struck you particularly hard, no matter how kind Cogita and the other clans were. You didn’t try to make friends, but when no one was able to stop your expulsion your resolve was cemented.

You were an outsider, clear and simple.

So with three legendary beasts on your team you ran yourself hard and fast to the finish line. During your exile you had the opportunity to get close with Diamond Clan members and their wardens so you had a vast network of people to rely on.

A vast enough network that you left Jubilife for the final time.

You send your data to Laventon with a Staraptor you trained for correspondence. The sweet darling had been a Starly for your letters back and forth to Ingo but the poor bird wanted to evolve once your correspondence evolved to Pearl Clan, Diamond Clan, and Jubilife.

You keep all your letters brief, though Laventon often made the effort to tell you about the goings on in Jubilife: how Akari was progressing, Cyllene getting startled by the guy with the Weedle out front, etc.

Laventon often sent you treats as well, which you thanked him for, but no matter how subtly he tried to reel you back in to Jubilife you stayed in the wilderness. You didn’t want to offer anything to Laventon you knew you couldn’t give.

You couldn’t offer a friendship you knew wouldn’t last.

—————————————————————————

You finish the last of the data Laventon requested, leaning back with a heaving sigh.

You set up camp in a former Garchomp den, long since abandoned, and if you were worried about the Pokémon coming back your Godlike attack dogs would’ve made quick work of the poor thing.

You set up a fire, and quickly manufacture dinner, small tears of relief being grossly licked off by your starter Pokémon. You shove the dumb baby’s face away with a laugh, and get back to your set up.

It’s when you lean back against your curled up little menagerie of a team you realize you’ll miss them. The god Pokémon in your team were friendly, but you knew they were there because of your purpose set by the god of Pokémon itself.

Though you would happily take the image of Giratina rewarding your well placed pets with the most haunting purr noise to your grave.

So you gathered up the fancy parchment you saved for the moment when you knew you’d leave. You started your farewell letters to Jubilife first: thanking Cyllene for her kindness in offering you meals and a home to stay in, and asking her to release your Pokémon in the stables. Telling Akari she was bright and would excel in Team Galaxy and wherever she set her sights on in the future, how she should have an open heart and an open mind.

Laventon… you wrote a sincere appreciation. Without his word, without his effort, you more than likely would have died out in the wilderness. You told him you were thankful for his kindness, that you wished you could’ve taken the time to grow closer. You give him your best wishes, and make sure to bundle the finished pieces of your research with his letter.

You send your Staraptor to send the letters off, giving the sweet ‘mon a Sitrus Berry for her troubles. You give her orders to drop the letters off and then come back immediately.

You wake up when your Arcphone buzzes and tells you that God saw and recognized your mission was completed and told you to head to Spear Pillar. So you pack up your stuff and your team, and head off towards your final destination.

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You try to take in the journey as you make your way towards Spear Pillar, you write to Iridia and Adaman, extending your gratitude from their kindness and willingness to support you at your lowest.

You write to Cogita as well, the beautiful older woman was given some golden nuggets to make up for her generosity in feeding you and letting you stay in her home.

You write to Ingo telling him to hurry to Spear Pillar, you promise to wait for him to summon Arceus as your way of going home, and you thank him for being patient.

After that it’s slowly releasing your Pokémon as you go, your Staraptor, your starter, and the legendary trio being the only ones left in your team. You feed the Noble Pokémon treats in thanks for them helping you one last time.

You get to Spear Pillar and set up camp, with the Azur Flute.

And wait.

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You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

It’s the start of the second day when you start to get restless.

You go to search for food with the help of the Noble Braviary bringing you to the base. Hoping to find Ingo in the wilderness… but you only find local Pokémon.

You pace at camp from then, focusing on feeding yourself and your Pokémon while you wait.

On the evening of the fourth day you see a shape in the dark as someone approaches you from the summit and you eagerly jump to your feet.

“Ingo?” You yell, waving to them.

“Ah, no! It’s me,” the ever enigmatic Professor calls back.

Your heart drops.

“Oh, Professor, what are you doing here?” You say, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice.

“I received your letter,” he says. He gently lets a leather bag down onto the dirt near the fire. “I didn’t want that to be the last conversation we had.”

He sits across from you, rummaging through his bag until he pulls out a familiar looking tin can, holding it with a triumphant smile.

“Care for a spot of tea?” He says, giving you a wistful look. “One last time?”

You can’t find it in your heart to deny him this. Considering the care he always showed you, you figure it’s only fair to take up his offer.

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You sit in the silence as Laventon sets up the kettle and the tea above the fire pit. Any time you hear a noise you quickly turn to see if it’s Ingo only to be disappointed every time.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Laventon asks.

“Yes, I asked Ingo to meet me here.” You say.

“Ah you two were quite close after the Lord Electrode incident.”

“Yup.” You feel bad, but the anxiety that Ingo stood you up overrides your need to be polite. You call your Staraptor, asking her to search for Ingo, and send the fierce bird off into the night.

Laventon pulls out a set of tea cups, pouring one for you and one for himself. You accept the outstretched cup with a sigh and hold it in your hands while you give it a moment to cool. He gives your starter a Jubilife Muffin, to which the darling happily eats up.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through your warm Survey Uniform, the night air is cold to begin with much less at the peak of a mountain.

Laventon clears his throat, and your eyes snap to him.

“Would you, mind terribly, if you could recall the Gods of Sinnoh?”

Oh. Right.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you say, quickly ushering them into their respective Pokéballs. “I’ve gotten used to them with time, I can imagine how intimidating they are.”

“Indeed,” he says with a good natured chuckle. “It’s not every day you meet a god much less three.”

You nod and slowly sip your tea. It’s bitter, but considering how tough luxuries like sugar are difficult to come by, you manage to push through it. You wish you had some honeycomb though.

“Then again, you’re not an ordinary, every day person.”

You just keep your eye on Laventon, goosebumps run up your arms but you chock that up to the chill.

“Please, answer me honestly,” he asks, and you feel all your nerves stand on edge.

“Did you ever… did you ever consider a future in Hisui?”

You wanted to avoid this.

“I told you in my letter I wish we could’ve had the ability to get closer to you-“

“So why didn’t you?” He asks, his mouth strains a neutral grimace, sounding clearly hurt.

“I couldn’t-,” you start to say, swallowing a lump of tea to ease the tightness in your throat from your nerves. “I couldn’t in good conscience be your friend knowing that I’d leave.”

The Professor sighs, crossing his arms.

“That’s what you told Ingo did you not-“

How did he know that?

“-You still wanted to be friends though, you wouldn’t have come to the Survey Corps parties if you didn’t…”

Your mouth feels dry as you just stare in confusion as the Professor continues to ramble.

“If you had just been honest from the beginning I doubt we would have gotten to where we are now,” he says with a sigh. “I’m afraid it’s too late to go back to how things were. Your resolve was too steady.”

“Professor,” you manage to say past a heavy tongue. “Were you listening to me and Ingo’s conversations?”

“Only because you refused to say anything to anyone else.” He says.

What?

“What?” You ask, feeling a heaviness settle on your body.

“I had thought… I had hoped with our relationship that you would have been able to talk to me about your plans. I admired your drive to finish the Pokédex, I had even hoped…” he trails off, and then looks at you with eyes gleaming.

You meet his gaze, feeling nigh paralyzed.

“I had hoped that you could possibly come to… reciprocate my feelings for you.” He says, with a woosh of breath like he’s just lifted a heavy rock.

“You’d hoped that my desperate attempts to go home was actually a sign that I liked you? What the actual fuck Lav?” You ask incredulously, your body starting to involuntarily shake with the stress. You stand with some difficulty, trying to keep your body calm, and stand away from the fire next your starter Pokémon.

You know your buddy would have been up on their feet by now, but one look over at your companion shows they’re completely unconscious.

He seems clearly shocked, his eyes follow down to where your legs shudder.

“You found me on the beach in my pajamas! You found me lost and alone in a world I didn’t know and!-“ You shout, throwing your hands up in frustration. “-and assumed that because I eagerly helped you with your career because I had a crush?!”

Laventon stands as well raising his hands in an attempt to calm you down.

“What of all the nights we spent putting the Pokédex together?” He asks, he takes a step around the fire towards you with a hand outstretched.

You stumble away from him trying to keep the fire between you.

“I spent time with you because I thought you were nice!” You say, throwing your hands up in frustration though it makes you dizzy.

You trip over your feet and fall, Laventon rushing over to help you. You just scream and call out to your starter Pokémon, trying to get to your feet.

The beast doesn’t even flick their ears at the stimulus and your heart drops down like an elevator from the top floor of the Hancock Building.

“Hey! You’re alright!” Laventon says, his hands land on your hips and you throw your weight as hard as you can away from him.

You feel heavy, like you’ve had weights tied to your limbs as you try to dig into the ground below you for leverage. You manage to pull yourself forward, but quickly lose steam, flopping to the earth.

You make a strangled yelp as Laventon slips his arms under yours and drags you back to the fire. You struggle as best as you can while you fight your eyelids closing shut.

He pulls your limp body onto your sleeping palette, and walks over to your starter. Poor thing completely unknowing to the world.

“Wait!” You yell. “Don’t!”

Laventon simply returns your Pokémon to their ball and turns around with an offended look.

“Did you genuinely think I would hurt them?” His eyes look misty as he turns towards you. “I’m a professor that studies Pokémon… I would never cause them harm!”

You can barely even keep your head up your body is so heavy.

“So you think drugging an unsuspecting person and their Pokémon isn’t harming them?” You manage somewhat coherently, the last of your words starting to slur.

“There won’t be any negative side effects, I’m a researcher first and foremost, I made sure.”

Laventon sighs, brushing the skin of your cheek as he sits by you on your sleeping palette.

“I wish it hadn’t been this way, I didn’t…” he sighs, you close your eyes unable to face his lies anymore. “I didn’t want this. But we’ll have a fresh start you and I, there’s a ship at Prelude Beach that will take us to Galar, my home region.”

You feel tears slide down your cheeks, even if you can’t budge your eyes open. Laventon just wipes them away with a handkerchief and soft coos of reassurances that make you want to puke.

“Ingo?” you warble, begging to God and Arceus that he’ll show up to stop this madness.

“Ah,” he says bitterly, a tone you’ve never heard from him before. “Don’t worry, Warden Ingo won’t be joining us.”

Oh god please.

Not Ingo.

He didn’t deserve that.

“You’re thinking the worst of me again, love.” He says, smoothing a finger over the quirk in your brow as you fight to remain conscious. “He simply never got your letter, I convinced your Staraptor to give me it instead.”

You let out a small gasp for air as your heart thuds harshly in your chest.

“So now it’ll be just the two of us. Making a future together… you will have to leave behind your flute, the Legendary Trio of course.

“Ah well we have an appointment with the ship captain at dawn so we must make our way down the mountain quickly,” he says as he gathers you up and onto his back, your arms dangling limply as he holds up your thighs.

“If you behave, you’ll get to wave goodbye when the sun rises.”

You slip away then.

Into the void.

Knowing you’ll never see Ingo…

or your friends…

or your family….

Ever again.

[legorumii]

" I don't wanna tell you

But if I did that would be useful. "

╰╮Fixing It , Lord Garmadon x GN Reader.

disclaimer(s) ; Sh mention, comfort, garmadon comforts the reader after finding out they self-harmed.

You don't know how you got into this situation. One minute you have a knife In your hand, ready to cut again and the next thing you know you're sitting on the floor with Garmadon by your side. Staring at your arm. He continued to stare at it, you shifted uncomfortably in the awkward silence until he spoke, voice low and quiet, "What happened? Who did this?" You glanced at him from under your hair. His face was expressionless, like always, his eyes locked on your arm. You didn't answer for several moments, trying to find the words, and then you broke down.

You started to cry. His eyes left your arm to look at your face. You kept crying as you talked, words spilling out of you as if they had a life of their own and not some kind of filter. "I decided to cut…I couldn't-" You choked out another sob. Garmadon's eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"I couldn't stop myself." That was all you could get out before you dissolved back into tears again. You were so tired, you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life anymore. You wanted this to end. You heard the male huff besides you, "Stay here." He muttered. And with that he stood up, leaving you alone. Alone in a dark room with no one but yourself for company. It felt like ages until he came back with a med kit in hand. He sat back down besides you and placed the kit beside him. You watched silently as he opened the kit.

He grabbed some gauze and disinfectant, and without further discussion, he began cleaning the blood off your arm. His hands were warm and gentle but still managed to work efficiently without hesitation.

He cleaned your cuts carefully and meticulously, and after he finished he gently pressed bandages over them. He gave you an odd glance when you looked down. You hadn't realized you had been clutching onto your arm. He seemed to think nothing of it and instead took the chance to ask a question. "Why would you do something like that?" Your eyes widened and you looked away, not meeting his piercing gaze. "Because I just think I deserved it-" Your words were interrupted by him grabbing your shoulder firmly and turning you so you were facing him again. He looked at you like you were crazy. "How can you be so sure you deserve that, (Y/N)? Tell me."

His tone was demanding, yet gentle at the same time. You flinched under the intensity of his gaze.

He seemed to sense that because he softened his grip slightly, leaning more into his commanding manner, and let go of your shoulder. "You don't deserve that, so don't ever tell yourself that." He said seriously. His tone was firm but there was a hint of concern underlying it. You felt like your heart skipped a beat. Was it real concern? You weren’t really good at reading people. "That was selfish and stupid." The man scolded you softly. His voice was soft, caring even, and you relaxed almost imperceptibly. You knew he wasn't going to tell anyone about this. Garmadon was loyal to a fault. He'd probably take this secret to the grave.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, his red eyes studying your face intently. You nodded hesitantly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, but you supposed that he wasn’t going to press. “Good.” You blinked and he turned back to packing the kit up. “Now, let's get some dinner. Shall we?" Garmadon stood up and offered his hand to you. You accepted it gingerly and he pulled you up as well. You both stared at each other for a moment, then you spoke. "Thank you, Garmadon." You whispered, looking at him with sincere gratitude shining in your eyes. He smiled and held you tighter for a moment. When he let go of you, he walked forward briskly towards the exit.

“Come, we’ve wasted enough time here. Let’s eat."

" While you're crying in your bedroom.

I would do the same too. And I have. "

all content belongs to @legorumii do not repost or translate on any writing website!

[evita-shelby]

Only joys will come

Part iii to nights on the January and Through the Window.

For @runnning-outof-time for her Tales from the Flower Garden(3k follower celebration).

Gif by @chimestims

(Also Grace is a total bitch in this one, i love writing her as a total bitch btw)

Tommy had refused her that night at the church, she had poured all her charm into him, and he spurned her.

‘Might not mean anything to the likes of you, but I don’t throw away something good for a cheap fuck.’

A cheap fuck.

He had compared her to Lizzie Stark and all those working girls who hang around the Garrison.

She, the only real lady in this pigsty!

So, she called the station and told them about the kidnapping.

The Shelbys were all in on it, as were the women ---to call them ladies would be an insult to those deserving of the word--- and their usual colorful cohorts.

And just like that, police set upon the groom like vultures on the dead.

Leaving her window too.

But it had come to naught, everything cleared up when it was explained.

And because they can’t arrest him for anything until they have proof, they let him go.

A simple misunderstanding, one that has the police laughing and joining the festivities when Thomas and his family explain the situation.

“They don’t have fun at weddings in your neck of the woods?” Polly Gray sees through her in a way she hates.

Grates her when her dark eyes focus on her as she picks her apart in seconds.

The all-knowing gaze of a witch, Ada had said with pride.

“We’re civilized people.” Grace said with a shrug.

“So are we.” Ada comes, not as the groom’s sister, but as the bride’s friend.

“How did you enjoy your kidnapping, love?” he asks as they reunited after her fake kidnapping.

Tommy wasted no time in letting you walk from the chair the womenfolk of his family had set you on for the game and instead grabbed you by the waist and kissed you as sweetly as he had done the night before.

He had paid Ada with a pair of gold earrings that were their mum’s, danced with his two nieces at Esme’s request and glared at Polly who made him sing some song beginning with the letter of your name.

If someone had told you that he and his family had nearly been arrested for supposedly wanting to abduct you last night, you wouldn’t have believed it.

You had been terrified for him, the last thing you had imagined happening at your doorstep, if truth be told.

“I can’t imagine going another day without you.” You had said as he had made his way down your window.

“Get your sleep, you aren’t getting any tomorrow, Mrs. Shelby.” He gave you a wink and you giggled like a teenage girl before seeing two coppers try to arrest him before he had even finished climbing down.

Grace had been overheard by Harry that night, reporting the Shelbys for ‘planning an abduction’ to the coppers on the telephone in the snug.

‘Who knows what else she’s told them.’ Polly had said as she looked at the mousey looking broad with suspicion and disgust.

You had assumed she was just ignorant of the traditions the Shelbys still held dear even after they stopped traveling like the other Romani Traveller families did.

Rich girls like her tend to be on the stupid side, you had said in Grace’s defense.

Tommy had disabused you of that notion when he told you about her throwing herself at him the night after Freddie’s arrest.

Always the one to see a person’s true nature, always coming to your defense when girls used you to get your brothers’ attentions.

“But we aren’t going to let her ruin our day, your big day, love. I’m going to marry you come hell or high water,” he had promised you, kissing your hands as they shook from fright even after the problem had been settled.

And he had, the two of you not giving a shit that your makeup couldn’t quite cover the circles under your eyes or that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage because he punched the coppers who tried to take him in.

No more sneaking around, no more being quiet because your mum will hear, no, all that ended when you became Mrs. Thomas Shelby in a seemingly bleak November morning.

“Only joys will come to us, love.” he says as carries you into the January where he vowed he’d be loving, kind and true the night you decided to give him a second chance.

[luis-block]

In a format of your choice, may I please request Heket, Kall, and Leshy (Shamura'd be too observant for this) confessing to their crush? Except the response is not what they wanna hear, because it informs them that they've got the wrong twin.

I LOVE this, it was amusing to write lmfao

Warnings: None

Kallamar, Heket and Leshy accidently confessing their feelings for you to your twin.

"My Dear, I have been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now…  will you become my betrothed?"

Kallamar

The words left his mouth as he anxiously waited for your response. Only to hear laughter, as he looks down at you with offence. “You are too funny, Squidy! I’m (T/N), not (Y/N)!” As they start laughing all over again. He cringes, now noting the different colored eyes your twin has. He is never going to live this down.

Heket

She watches as you seem very uncomfortable with her when she asks the question. Which makes her confused, and a bit upset. You had both talked about it just two nights ago, and now you are uncomfortable with the idea with no explanation? “Ah, my lord, please don’t be angry! It seems you mush have mistaken me for my twin (Y/N), y-yes? I won’t say anything to them about your confession so you can tell them, in fact I can go tell them your looking for them!” Your twin ran faster than Heket had ever seem the nervous creature run. She is no longer angry, but cripplingly embarrassed. She gains he composer by the time you arrive though.

Leshy

You looked up with him with the most confused look he had ever seen. Did he have something on his bandages? Maybe a leaf was browning? “Eww, do you think I am (Y/N)? Well, I guess that’s what I get for stealing a robe in their color for the day. Do you want to be to go and get them for you, big man. Or do you want to find them yourself?” Your twin says with a deadpan stare, as Leshy looks blankly back at them. “I can find them on my own, but please NEVER wear their robes again.” He said sternly as he walks away to find the real you, more annoyed that your twin wasted his time more than anything.

[thefranticshipper77]

what if they didn’t lose their memories (chishiya centered)

a short fic of an alternate ending to alice in borderland s2 in which none of them lose their memories. it’s pretty short and chishiya-focused bcs i like chishiya and wanted him to meet kuina again

also i don’t write very much so hehe it might not be that good but whatever it was a self indulgent fun thing to make

word count: 1148 words

based on the live action version of alice in borderland

posted on ao3 too by tano_sparks

Chishiya lies in his hospital bed and stares at the ceiling. After all he went through in the borderland it’s such a weird feeling to be back in the real world lying in a hospital bed. A few hours of listening to passing nurses’ conversations had passed and he had been able to piece together a few things. He hears someone coughing and groaning beside him and can't tell if he’s annoyed or okay with that person being Niragi. Chishiya turns over to Niragi who's covered in bandages from head to toe. It's a stark contrast to Chishiya who's bandaged injuries aren't visible under his garments. It was Niragi who shot him.

“What do you want?” Niragi says in an annoyed tone, as if he was telling Chishiya to fuck off for judging his bandaged state. Though both of them know they're too tired for this and Chishiya isn't in the mindset to be judging.

“Apparently, your heart stopped as well.” Chishiya replies.

Niragi lets out a soft laugh. “That's funny. I don't remember dying, though maybe I should have.”

Chishiya feels similarly. “It happened to me too. Apparently only 1 minute passed in the real world during our entire time in that place.”

“That sounds like a cruel joke.” Niragi replies. To think all of the pain and suffering for weeks had been nothing but a minute.

Chishiya understands what had happened- all the people who would have died in the meteorite strike got sent to that mysterious world to fight for their lives. Getting out means they had successfully fought the battle for their lives. It is to symbolize perseverance to live, a second chance as they stood in between the border of life and death from the real word meteorite strike. He doesn't have the energy to tell any of that to Niragi. Even though Chishiya doesn't hold any hatred towards him for shooting and almost killing him, he’s far from wanting much to do with that man. Even though he’s accepted that they're similar, they can have this conversation another day.

“Since all the games have been cleared and we made it back to the real world, did anything change with you?” Chishiya asks him.

“I'm not so sure. Well I guess I look flashier than before. What about you?” Niragi hasn't changed much. Chishiya thinks for a moment of what to say.

“Since I’ve wasted my life until now, I think I'll be able to live a more useful life from now on. That’s about it.”

“So you were a good for nothing jerk too huh?”

He’s not wrong. In the end, the two have their similarities.

“Yeah.” Chishiya says.

-----

In a few days Chishiya is able to walk again in a limp. He gets out as soon as he is permitted to walk out the room and around the hospital by himself because he’s sick of staying in his room. He wonders where his friends are, if he can call them that. At least he knows he has one friend, Kuina.

He was about to ask the hospital staff if Kuina had by any chance been admitted to the same hospital as him, but he didn't need to. There standing in front of him in the hallway was his friend. The one he could trust and fought along his side during their time in the borderland. They had been separated for a while, but he knew Kuina was strong and would make it out alive. If he was completely honest with himself, he was worried about the chance that she did not make it, but of course she did. It made him so happy to see her alive.

“Kuina.” he says calmly with a small smile. The way he always did.

“Chishiya…” Kuina is almost in tears. She walks up to her friend quickly and stops in front of him a bit awkwardly as they are in the midst of the busy hallway filled with people from children running around to both the elderly and the young in wheelchairs. 

“You know, I was looking for you. And Ann. I was worried I’d never see you again.” Kuina can't seem to hold back her tears no matter how hard she tries. Chishiya smiles as a warm feeling takes over his heart. He feels sorry for making his friend worry so much, but at the same time it feels heartwarming for someone to cry over him. He thinks he doesn’t deserve any of this, but it’s better to just let it be.

“Did you seriously think I could have died? I’m a bit disappointed.”

“If you died I would kill you myself.” Kuina snaps through her tears. It doesn’t make any sense, but Chishiya gets it. He laughs at the illogical response as Kuina wipes away her tears.

“I probably deserve that, so it's okay.” Chishiya replies, “I’ll let you do whatever you want once we’re out of this place.”

Chishiya stretches his arms out, “I got shot twice already, but I guess a punch or two from you would be-” Chishiya doesn’t even get to finish talking before Kuina’s fist arrives right in front of his face. It stops, but it’s enough to startle him. Chishiya was joking. He doesn’t actually want something like that since Kuina’s punches would knock him out cold, but he can’t take back his words.

Kuina freezes for a moment. There’s tears in her eyes again while Chishiya’s are wide open, still in a small state of shock. It brings her such a warm feeling in her heart to know that her friend is in front of her. So warm that she wanted to punch the usual laid-back look off his face, but instead, Kuina’s strong arms give in to her caring heart and she hugs him. Chishiya is still startled, this time in a different way. Despite being the master of diamond games, he couldn’t predict something like this since they're not really the type to hug. He's happy. He hugs Kuina back slowly and jokes that this is very different from a punch. It earns him a “be quiet” in response. Chishiya can't remember the last time he received a hug, perhaps it happened in a distant childhood memory, so he quietly cherishes this moment. 

Finally, it truly feels like they've made it. Like they've really made it out of the borderland alive and nothing else matters other than the fact that they're both with each other. When Kuina stops, Chishiya wishes it was a bit longer and that makes him realize he's changed a lot. He’s a lot mellower now, and looking at Kuina, he doesn't hate the feeling.

“So,” Chishiya says, “We have a bit of catching up to do, don't we?”

Kuina smiles and nods in return. She sniffs and wipes her tears away again as they make their way down the hallway.

thanks for reading!