#writing this got me weeping alright ;;;;;;

[quietlyblooms]

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

patching up wounds | @solivcgant watches over chiyo!

she can't respond. she doesn't think she can, at least. everything feels heavy, even her mouth; even her eyelids, which droop dangerously for a moment before chiyo forces them open.

keep looking at me. she does. eiji is all she can really register, all she can really focus on. his disheveled hair, his panicked eyes, the way his hand firmly grasps her own. the sounds and sights around her are far, far away, but eiji is front and center. he's here. he's right by her side. he needs her to keep looking at him.

she does until she doesn't, eyes screwing shut as pain explodes along her left side, feeling the ground beneath her shift -- or rather, feeling steady hands hoist her onto something flat, softer than the ground. eiji's hand slips away, and chiyo reaches out, eyes fluttering open again and searching for him. don't leave me. the words can't make it out. her tongue feels even heavier than her lips. quiet tears blur her vision. she can't see eiji anymore.

please. don't leave me. don't. please.

someone gently prods at her wounds, assessing the damage as they speak to her, but chiyo lets her eyes fall shut and the tears fall down bloodied cheeks. she's too tired to listen, and she's too scared to look around and only see foreign faces. she doesn't want to be alone right now. she can't remember what's happened, why she's in so much pain. she doesn't want to be alone.

a warm hand slides over hers and squeezes. chiyo lets out a shuddering breath and opens her eyes. eiji. thank god. please don't do that again. don't leave.

he doesn't, and neither does she.

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

we’ll be alright

“fine line” by harry styles

benny cross x fem!reader / 1.2k words

idea: you get hurt, but benny is an absolute wreck

tw: assault, fighting, gore, angst, crying, happy ending

notes: ya’ll when i tell you my thumbs, hands, and arms are burning cause i’ve been COOKING!! i was craving some angst (i love to suffer) so way not make this beautiful man suffer!! that final seen on the door steps had me weeping so i needed to write something similar to that SO HERE IT IS :))) (p.s i kinda need some kathy ideas)

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the baby blue ice pack created a weird sensation against your left eye and the side of your face. numb was what it was, but you couldn’t really think straight at that point.

sitting on the edge of the bed with kathy beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your back, it almost lulled you to sleep. but the medicine you took and the exhaustion you felt might have also played a part in your sleepiness.

that fight was never meant to happen. those young kids should’ve never been let into the bar. johnny kicked himself for not literally kicking them out the moment they walked in. the kid with the buzzed head should’ve never gotten so close to benny with you behind him, and benny should’ve known you were behind him and not with your girlfriends before he dodged his swing, so you’d never be served that harsh punch to your sweet face.

in the split moment the whole bar went quiet, your faint slow breaths filled the air. you were in shock, touching your face to see blood on your hand. that kid stacked his punching rings on that night. when you looked up from your hands to the kid in front of you, your eyes watered and threatened to spill, that’s when chaos broke loose. but thank god you can’t remember any of that right now. you cried so hard on kathy’s shoulder the entire ride home, thanks to danny for driving you back in his car, that you think you can’t cry anymore.

you jerked awake due to the loud knocking at your apartment door, kathy settling you down first before standing up “i’m gonna go grab that sweetheart and i’ll be right back. stay right here for me babe” she left your bedroom calmly, hearing her boot cladded footsteps taking a left turn and and marching down the hallway

you heard muffled voices through the walls, then moments later you heard a second pair of footsteps stomping down to your door. or was it 3 pairs?

“got some energy left in you babe? you got some company” you looked up at kathy, but you couldn't see the people with her. so you took the ice pack off your face, a vivid mix of purples, red, and blues plastering the left half of your face, and looked up. benny had finally come home and johnny was stopping by!

“who is it kat- oh my gosh! you guys are alive!” it’s like a flip switched in your brain as you got up from the bed and stumbled a bit to get to them. “lord i can’t imagine what it was like in there! are you guys alri-” that’s when benny grabbed onto you and pulled you into his chest. tight. “hi honey! i’m so happy you’re here! did everything clear up? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. you were quite lethargic in your state, so you couldn’t pick up on how thick the air was due to how worried everyone was about you. not until you listened to benny’s breath stutter and tiny whimpers leaving his mouth.

he’s crying.

you tried to pull away from him to look up at him, but he wouldn’t let you go. he wasn’t gonna let you go, not after tonight’s events. you didn’t know what to do, why was he crying? you could only hold him, rubbing your right hand in circles on his back. sooner or later, your left arm extended and reached out abruptly. kathy was confused at first, but was quickly diminished when realizing that this was your way of saying hello to johnny. johnny softly held your hand, afraid that you were aching all over, as he was caressing your hand with his thumb. “hello to you too sweetheart” he said in his deep voice.

you don’t know what was said as you were squashed into benny’s chest, but kathy and johnny left the room quietly, johnny muttering to benny that they were going for a “chat and smoke” and they’d be outside in the living room.

after the door closed, benny pulled back from you. you could finally see his face, but your heart sank down to your stomach so fast. benny’s face was rosy and puffy, while his eyes and cheeks were wet from crying. you brought your hand up to his right cheek, a small cut touching the bottom of your thumb. “..oh honey” you said sadly. you expected him to say that he was okay, or telling you he was going out with johnny, or god forbid say that he was gonna leave. what you didn’t expect was your words to unleash the floodgates of benny’s emotions.

benny started to cry hard, his breaths becoming frantic as tears continued to fall down his face. his hands were shaking, bruises and cuts all over his body, clothes torn, and blood all over. god you hope it wasn’t his own.

benny moved his hands to hold both sides of your neck, worried he would hurt you even more by touching your face. then he started to speak, but his voice watery and shaky, like a little boy “m’so..so s-orry baby, m’so sorry, m.. so sorry,” his stutters and hiccups were hysterical, you’re worried he’ll pass out from not breathing enough. “m’coward. a fucking coward. i should’ve known you were behind m-me… i failed to keep you sa-afe, you got hurt because of me.. and m’so sorry.. pl-ease don’t leave me.. please don’t-” those were the words that woke you up. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. leave him? and you refused to hear more of it.

you walked backwards to sit on the bed, benny hands slid to hold your lower back before sliding even lower to hold the thick of your thighs. to ground himself. you held his face to make him look at you. to see you.

“honey.. none of this was your fault” his sniffles and gasps were making it harder for you to speak. “i don’t blame you or anyone else for what happened, but especially not you. i’m alright” your right hand moved up to his frazzled hair, brushing the strands of hair away from his face. you prayed it would help him calm down. “and m’gonna be alright, look,” you grabbed his tattered hands from your hips and placed one on your heart, and the other on your swollen cheek. you can see his shoulders fall slowly as he focuses on your heartbeat. “my heart is still pulsing, my chest is still rising and falling, and my soul is still beaming” you scooched closer to him, your left leg placed on top of his right.

“look at me honey,” your syrupy voice rang in his ears as he looked into your eyes again. his eyelashes were dewy from how much he cried that you almost lost all the words in your mouth, but you told him one more thing. “i will never leave you. no matter how crazy our lives get, or how crazy things change, i will never run. i will never let you go. this isn’t where we end” benny inhales and exhales deeply before responding to your words of reassurance, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “i’ll never leave you b-aby..i’m never gonna go, never. i promise baby i-i promise” “c’mere” with that you brought your boy over to you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck.

you let him cry, but also let yourself get teary eyed. “you and me sweet boy. s’gonna be okay” you were stroking the hair on the back of his head as his arms held you closer than ever. you in your pink pajamas and him in his colors. that is what’s meant to be. and always will be.

“we’ll be alright”

[mockerycrow]

okay, so something unsettling. with ghost x gn! reader. “don’t worry, it’s not my blood”. maybe you are ghost’s civilian friend in an abusive relationship and one day it reaches a point when you’re so scared you lock yourself in the bathroom while your s/o is raging outside the door, banging on it and threatening you. you manage to call simon and ask him to come get you. the result is, well, blood that is not his. 👁️👁️

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JUSTICE (Ghost x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; HUGE warning for abuse and reactions to abuse (I had to take a break writing a part of this), murder, blood + gore + injury, major hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic.]

BEING ON LEAVE means Simon needs to restock his fridge and cabinets with enough food for a couple of days. Leaning against the bar of the shopping cart as he turns over the box of tea in his hands. He grumbles since he’s having to buy a new brand of his favorite tea, figuring out that his favorite company discontinued that line. Simon lets out a huff of defeat before tossing the box into the cart and he begins to roll his cart to the self check-out. 

Simon bags his items up into his reusable bags and hauls them out to his car, putting a bag down to dig around for his keys. He finds them and unlocks the back, putting his bags in—and then his phone begins to ring. His eyebrows furrow a bit as he takes his cell phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows raising as he shuts the back. Simon swipes at his screen, accepting the call and pressing the phone to his ear as he gets into the driver's seat of his vehicle. “Hello?” Simon asks into the phone, a bit confused on why you’re calling him.

His heart nearly drops to his stomach when he hears you sob into the receiver, a muffled static banging in the background and some unintelligible yelling. “Simon—“ Your tone is laced with intense fear and alertness, and he can immediately tell you’re in a state of a need to survive. He calls your name, not even bothering to buckle up, starting his car.

Simon calls your name more insistently, his tone bordering on panic. “What’s goin’ on, love??” His heart begins to pound as you sob a near incoherent “go away” to whoever is making you act like this. “Hey, hey hey—focus, sweetheart, what’s happening?” Simon insists, pulling out of the parking lot, already decidedly going to your place of residence.

You shudder and sob into the phone and clear your throat. “Please, Simon, pleaseplease hElp me, he’s—“ You let out a heartbreaking sob that makes Simon’s chest ache, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel harder. “Derek, he’s fuckin’—he’s trying to—“ You’re barely able to push the words out, and fuck, Simon is so glad you’re not too far from the store he was just at.

“He’s tryin’ t’hurt you, love?” Simon asks—it’s so obvious your partner is, but he needs to double check; have you confirm it. “Yes—he’s trying to break dOwn the door—leave me alONE—!” You scream, piercing his ear through the phone. Simon lets out a huff, his heart pounding against his rib cage. “I’m on my way, alright? I’m nearly there, I won’t let ‘im hurt ya, love.”

Simon is definitely going over the speed limit, weaving through traffic and his tires screeching in protest at his movements. You choke and cough, letting out a terrified weeping noise, barely able to breathe. A painful itch blooms underneath his skin, the sensation burning and bubbling, bursting at the seams. Simon was not allowed anyone’s blood to spill except his. Derek’s. 

“Breathe, alright? I’m on your street—do ya have anythin’ in the restroom to protect yourself with?” Simon asks, hearing you whimper as the muffled sounds of Derek’s maniacal screaming and pounding is apparent. “C’mon, sweetheart.  I know you’re scared, I know, but you’ve got to stay with me.” Simon insists, and you make a timid “mhm” noise. There’s a shuffling sound, and he’s assuming you’re looking through your cabinets. Simon soon rolls up to your home, and he barely puts the car in park, not even bothering to turn the vehicle off.

“I’m here, darlin’. I’m here. Stay as far away from the door as possible.” And with that, he hangs up. You stutter out his name in fear, but you quickly hear your partner—soon to be ex—Derek redirects his anger from you to Simon, who you hear bellow out Derek’s name. Something about Simon’s tone is.. eerie. Something about how Derek begins to yell and gasp and fucking scream is satisfying.

You cover your ears, curled up in the corner of your bathroom, heaving and sobbing as your head is swimming. You’re dizzy from the lack of sufficient air entering your lungs. You aren’t sure how much time passes, but when you hear a gentle, muffled knock, you hold your breath. Simon calls your name from behind the door, causing you to scramble to your feet.

You sob softly and shakily unlock the door and you freeze at the sight of him—there’s blood splattered across his face, dripping down his neck, caking his hair and his clothes. You nearly scream but Simon quickly holds his hands up, his tone gentle. “Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. I’m alright, love.” The relief that floods you is crashing like waves, just like how you collapse into his arms.

Simon cringes just a bit, Derek’s blood smearing against you and staining your clothes, but your desperate sobs and grabby hands make him forget about the mess. Simon quickly wraps his arms around you and leads you deeper into the bathroom, making sure you don’t see the mangled and unrecognizable body of your ex-boyfriend laying in the hallway, in a puddle of his own blood, organs, and excrement.

[thehandsresisthim]

“a test of endurance - part two”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, punishment, bondage (rope), nipple clamps, toys under clothing, semi-public

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october. here’s the first part!!

word count: ~1100

The next time you tease both your boys, it’s induced by Johnny.

On a cold Wednesday morning - Simon and Johnny are still on leave, you’ve got the day off work too - Simon wakes up to a strangled moan, mixed with a weird sensation against his thigh.

It doesn’t take longer than a second for him to recognise what’s happening - Johnny is humping against his thigh, cock catching against Simon’s boxers as it weeps, staining the fabric.

Johnny sighs and whines with every thrust, his body shaking. It’s been three days since you’ve denied them an orgasm, and Johnny, ever the needy brat, refuses to accept that.

So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.

Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?

Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.

Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.

And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.

“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“

And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.

Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.

Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.

Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.

You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.

Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.

You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.

“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”

“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“

Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.

“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“

“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”

You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.

“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”

Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.

“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”

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Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.

The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.

The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.

Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.

Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.

The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.

Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.

His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.

Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.

Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.

Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.

Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.

“Please, please, ahhh- master-“

Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.

“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”

Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.

“Let’s get you two home.”

thank you for reading!! here’s part one ❤️

here’s my masterlist!!

[i23kazu]

THEY WON'T STOP CALLING ME PAPA

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. MORE melusine daddy content. please send help | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

the first time the melusines meet neuvillette, they're all overly formal.

"monsieur neuvillette! monsieur neuvillette!" "how may i assist you?"

over time, as the bond between the sweet melusines and neuvillette became stronger, neuvillette started helping the melusines more! they got more casual and it went from monsieur neuvillette, to neuvillette, to sir, and, well... to papa.

needless to say, neuvillette was taken aback. yes! it was adorably cute! so, so cute – that the innermost part of him wanted to squish the little melusine's cheeks.

it took him a while to get used to the melusine's addressing him with a parental title, though. after all.. they looked nothing like him. like funky little adopted alien children.

when he does get used to it, though – the melusines are so happy, they want to weep and cry of joy!

iara, a younger melusine, had run into trouble with treasure hoarders. the little girl was in tears, holding her bundles of bread – when a big strong man came to save her! blades of water whooshed around her, cocooning her in its arms, and gently setting her back down on the ground.

it was papa! papa was there to fight the bad guys for her, and all she could do was stand and watch in awe as neuvillette swiftly took down the bad guys, sending them scrambling in the direction they came.

"it's alright... papa's here. you're safe now, mon rayon de soleil." neuvillette picks her up, bread and all. iara settles down into papa's arms, her little heart bursting with joy when she hears him address himself with that.

when you first started dating neuvillette, the melusines addressed you by mama / papa / baba ( depending on your preference! )

at first you were confused. they were definitely not your children. you meant, you wouldn't mind, but you had known them for basically less than half a day and they were already forming parental attachments ??

but you didn't mind it after all, and even started rolling with it. guess you're now the parent of 300 melusines. congrats! achievement: first-time parent unlocked.

reblogs w/ tags & comments appreciated !!!

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[0mysticmidnight0]

Do you have any head cannons for Yandere! turtles x Reader with mood swings? Mood swings are abrupt changes in mood/emotional state :D

Note: Amazing request, I am a little rusty for writing the turtles since I have not posted about them for a while.. BUT! I will give my all. I'll be doing them individually!

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LEO

- There's two sides to him in this case..

- What I mean is.. when he's feeling up to it, he'll tease you. If anything he could tease you for hours on end. The whole day if he could. Sometimes it goes too far and he'll have to apologize. It's not always easy for him, but he still does it.

- he can be a bit.. much sometimes but when he sees you getting angry or feeling sort of negative emotion, he'll be quick to turn your frown upside down.

- He also finds it funny whenever you could go from being happy to weeping so quickly..

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You were looking at the bowl you dropped onto the floor. The whole day you were acting like clutz.. tripping three times on your way here.. walking into a glass door.. and slipping on some very questionable goo in the sewers, today was just NOT your day..

Before you could blow a fuse, Leo stepped in and hugged you from behind. "Ayy.. Mi Amor, you've been off your game lately, guess I wouldn't mind going out of my way to take of this mess, being the world's best boyfriend and all.. ", he says while nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Plus, that bowl was old anyway.. It was bound to break at some point. You were doing us a favor. How bout I clean this up and we can watch that show you like?" He shoos you off to the couch while he cleaned up the mess.

While you watched a movie.. You were crying for while because your favorite character died and proceeded to yell at the the projector while Leo held you back. He loves you to bits.

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RAPH

- I feel like he'd always want you to feel a positive emotion, he'll sorta panic when you feel something negative.. probably start gentle parenting you..

-it annoys you a bit but he really doesn't know what to do that he goes to his default settings.

-would probably panic one time and just hug you very tightly. It surprisingly calmed you down.

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So you got upset at a bad test/quiz you failed that you've studied all night for.. Raph didn't know what to do.. so he sorta.."Y/N I understand you're upset.. how about we start counting to 6, okay..?" He says as he shows you his six fingers. "alright, one.. two three.. breathe in.." (someone tell me I'm funny..)

He gives you a smile and then Practically smothers you with kisses and cuddles.. in his fort of teddy bears!! After a while when you've calmed down, he'll ask if he did a good job.. He loves you to bits.

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DONNIE

- he does try to stay on your good side but most of the time, he's just looking for a fight.

-if you're angry, he'll argue with you, it's a good way to challange himself. He will apologize after.. not verbally.<3

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After a while of hanging out, You were bored and well, Donnie suggested a certain game.. "Y/N, that's not how chess works.." he says while pointing out your move. You glare at him. He was constantly correcting you and every moved he'd say things like.. ",Are you sure?" Or "Yikes.."

Proceed to after a long argument.

It's been a few hours of ignoring him.m a day or two actually and in the late of night, you heard something.. when you turned, you saw your window open and then,

You saw a note saying you weren't entirely wrong. And your newly fixed phone you broke a few days ago. He loves you to bits.

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MIKEY

- He's always in a positive mood so he's a bit surprised but also intrigued? He'd check and know which things trigger you and avoid them.

- you didn't realize but you were always in a positive mood when you were with Mikey.

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You were playing in the arcade with Mikey and you kept losing round after round. After around. "Y/N, are you okay? How about we go play again but then again you might lose again- NO! I mean- let me make you something! Sit down and uhh, I'll be quick to make something! Wait you hate waiting.. I'LL BE QUICK!"

You tugged him closer to you and held him. After a small confrontation about what's going on.. he admitted to not wanting to trigger your negative Emotions.. you explained that it was healthy and normal. he loved you to bits.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Yours truly,

MysticMidnight

[grandlinedreams]

hi i literally love all of ur posts u nail all of the characters its crazy.

one of my favorite tropes is hidding an injury and getting the classic “who did this to you.”

if ur still taking requests and are in an angsty mood would u plzzz write this with zoro?

Hhjg I try, thank-you!! But also mood it's just so GOOD and I hope that I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, blood/mention of an infected wound, angst]

Staring down at the gash in your side, you bite back a hiss as you prod at it, the weep of milky fluid from it. The split skin is puffy and an angry red, heat eminating from it ㅡ it doesn't take a genius to know that it doesn't look good.

Normally you'd have the little handful of supplies from Chopper, tucked away in your backpack ㅡ but it's gone, along with everything else beyond your weapon.

At least you're not wandering around by yourself, though. As if on cue, there's the sound of footsteps behind you, and you drop your shirt back over the poorly bandaged wound.

"What are you doing over here?"

"Just fine," you answer as you turn towards Zoro. "I wanted to see if we could reach a clearing and get a good read on where we are."

"Fair enough." Zoro studies you for a minute, and you worry that he's going to know about the wound on your side ㅡ the one you'd casually "forgotten" to mention to him. "So which way should we be heading?"

"West," you answer, glancing up at the sky. The sun has begun its slow arc of descent, and you sigh. "We need to hurry, or we'll end up needing to camp for the night."

"Right." You turn to watch Zoro go, feeling the irritated twitch of a muscle in your jaw.

"Zoro. That's east."

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By the time the sun has set, it's clear that something is wrong.

There's a fine layer of cold sweat on your face that you scrub at, trying to ignore the heaviness of your limbs and throbbing ache of your side. "We should stop for the night," you hear yourself say, "it's useless to try and navigate after dark."

Zoro grunts his agreement and turns to look at you, brow furrowing. "Are you sure you're alright?"

You want to answer him, you really do. But your ears are ringing, mouth full of cotton when you try to answer. Dark spots dance around the edges of your vision, and you're distantly aware of Zoro's noise of alarm when your legs finally give out.

"'m fine," you finally manage before the dark spots expand, sinking you down into the silent black of unconsciousness.

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You wake to the awkward bulk of a backpack under your head and the smell of woodsmoke. Sitting up, you blink when a damp cloth drops from your forehead into your lap.

"Finally awake?" Sitting nearby, Zoro prods at the fire with a long stick before he turns towards you. "You have a fever."

Your hand slides to your side, feeling the stiff press of bandages underneath, the answering throb of the gash beneath.

"Took care of that too." Zoro's gaze is sharp. "I'm not Chopper, but it'll do for now. Mind explaining who did that and why you didn't bother telling me?"

It's clear he's far from amused, and you look away, feeling guilty. "Happened when we all got separated," you say, "and I didn't think it was going to be that much of an issue."

Zoro wants to scold you, but he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he did given the amount of times he's blatantly ignored his injuries. Instead he sighs, watching the logs crackle for a moment. "Hope you killed the guy who did it."

"Of course I did," you answer with a hint of pride, and Zoro smirks.

"Good."

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"I think this is a little excessive, Zoro."

"You still have a fever," Zoro says as he adjusts his grip on your legs, "and we won't get anywhere if you collapse on me again." He feels you tense, and he frowns. "How are you feeling, anyways? And don't lie."

"A little better." You rest your forehead against his shoulder, and though he won't admit it out loud, the fact he can feel warmth radiating from your skin worries him. "I'm sorry about this."

"Still should have told me," he says, though his tone is softer, his grip tightening on your legs. "Idiot. We're crewmates, aren't we? We're supposed to trust each other."

"I do trust you."

"Then act like it." He stares ahead, footsteps steady. "Don't go getting hurt and then hiding anymore, you hear me?"

"I hear you." You pause. "Zoro?" He grunts in answer, and you exhale softly. "Thank-you."

Zoro tells himself that his heart doesn't pick up a little bit at how soft your voice is, the cling of your body against his. And that he definitely isn't blushing, just a little. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you die on me and leave me to deal with that stupid cook all on my own."

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[bonbonbunnyships]

weeping {cw: gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort, reader has prior trauma (forbidden from crying and abandonment), sfw}

More personal than my usual writing, but I thought maybe it could help other people too ;v;

Sunday’s wings twitch slightly as his eyes open slowly. A soft groan forcing its way past his lips as he turns to look towards the red glare of the clock sitting on a nearby nightstand. 2:30. Too early for him to wake up now. He has six system hours until work today, but even that amount of rest feels too little to his exhausted body. His head turns slightly, glancing at you sleeping beside him, your hands clutching the sheets softly. The sight of you makes his wings flutter slightly, the image of you always bringing peace to his mind no matter how mundane of an activity you may be doing. He is about to lay his head back on his pillow before his wings twitch, a soft sound permeating the darkness of your shared bedroom. His hand instinctively moves to the small of your back, feeling it shudder. Leaning closer to you he recognizes the soft sounds you're making as a sniffle. You aren't sleeping.

You're crying. His arms encircle you, pulling your back flush against his chest as his head settles atop yours. Occasionally, you wake up in the middle of the night like this, silently weeping beside him as your fingers curl against the sheets. Yet every time he still feels at a loss of how to comfort you. And he feels so incredibly guilty at being unable to comfort you when you need him most. He wants to coo comfortingly in your ear while he holds you. Assure you that everything is alright and there’s no need for you to cry. But ever since learning that you were forbidden from crying as a child, he can’t bring himself to tell you not to cry. Even if he means well, it’s still the same thing your mother used to tell you. And he cannot bear the thought of being a source of agony for you like yourr own parents already are. He has already seen how being forced to repress her feelings has affected her. She hides her face when she’s upset because she’s afraid of him seeing her vulnerable. He has never heard her sob when she weeps, she only sniffles with the occasional whimper pushing past her lips as her body shakes. The fact she cannot even bring herself to cry openly makes him both sad and angry on her behalf. He wonders for a moment if this was how you felt when you discovered his clipped wing. You had been silent, but the anger brimming beneath your calm mask had been palpable. A fury in your eyes beneath the sorrow and horror that he has yet to ever see in you again.

The sound of a muffled whimper draws him back to the present, his embrace tightening slightly around you. 

“Shh, little dove. It’s alright, I’ve got you. You’re safe here, just... just let it out.” He murmurs softly against your ear, hesitating briefly towards the end. He’s still unsure if it’s the right thing to say to you in the end, but remaining silent while you shake and whimper in his arms only makes the guilt weigh heavier on his heart. And if anything, perhaps the sound of his voice can pull you out of the nightmare that has ensnared you so tightly. You sniffle for a few more minutes afterwards before he slowly feels you turn in his arms. Your eyes fluttering open as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes remain glassy with tears, but he sees a sense of relief in them as you look up at him. Gratitude flickering in your eyes for pulling you from the clutches of your nightmares.

“S-Sunday?” You stammer, your voice coming out meek and laced with uncertainty. Your lower lip quivers slightly, struggling to form the words you need to say out loud. “You... you won’t leave me too, r-right?”

The small wings beside his head droop slightly as you say ‘too’. His heart twists into a knot at the thought of anyone abandoning you. But knowing that it has happened to you before and that it managed to instill such a deep fear in you that you are afraid of being even the slightest burden in fear of being discarded again hurts much worse. Gently, he brings a hand to run through your hair. His expression softening as he looks at you in his arms. Calmer than before despite the occasional sniffle and quiver of your body in his arms. “Of course not, my little dove. Is... is that what you dreamt about?” You remain quiet for a moment, looking down slightly before you nod your head meekly. “S-Something like that.”  A quiet hum escapes him as he pulls you close, gently pushing your head to rest against his chest before settling his chin atop your head. The hand that had been running through your hair moving to rub small circles around the small of your back. You let out a soft hum of your own before nuzzling your head gently against his chest, sniffling against his nightwear. “Thank you,” you murmur softly against his chest after a long silence, lifting your head slightly to look into his eyes. “F-For letting me cry.”

Your words cause his eyes to flicker towards you, a soft but slightly sad smile tugging at his lips. The hand on the small of your back rising to run through your hair. “You don’t need to thank me for that, little dove... You’re allowed to have feelings and express them. If you need to cry, then cry in my arms for as long as you need.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and he sees the flicker of emotion in your eyes as you're moved by his words. Tempted to cry again after being given permission, but you shake your head. Shaking away the urge to cry along with it. You lay your head back on his chest, burying your head against his skin as he continues to caress her hair.

“I love you, Sunday.” You murmur softly, your eyes growing heavy from exhaustion as they slowly close. The movement of his hand on your head mixed with the sound of his heartbeat from below you acting as a lullaby to your tired mind.

Despite his own exhaustion he smiles, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat. He leans down slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you too, my sweet. Go back to sleep now, I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

You nod off soon after, and miraculously, feeling you drift off in his arms peacefully is enough to let him fall back asleep too.

[morehousebites]

Quotes as House MD

Random shit my friends have said as House MD

for contex, I'm in training to get my Medical Assistant certification and most of my friends are also in/going into the medical field

House:

My mysteries are falling out

Can't a mortal want for death?

That's assault. Don't make me elevate it to battery

No no, don't be embarrassed, you all did bad

I'm going to Hell AND I have to pay with quarters? This is the worst day ever!

It's only like the fourth gayest sport. Behind football, chess, and competitive pole dancing

Either kill yourself or get over it

Don't touch these without gloves, they will irritate your tits

Well y'know, some people come out of the closet, [Chase] goes into the closet

I only let my [fellows] teethe on them occasionally. They're mostly slobber-free

Am I not writing right now? With my words? Like a poet?

You're a sick degenerate fuck! I like you

OSHA is for pussies

I can hurt you and then it will have to be my fault

I'm American I'm entitled to piss where I want

Happy erection day. Your penis hard?

I LOVE bullying children

Sorry ladies, this cock is all mine

It's not abuse if they're living. That's why you kill them first

Chase:

Being lesbian is masochist (referring to Thirteen)

As the youth are fond of saying these days: dope, sick nasty.

I'm a cunt not a whore

He's fat, he needs a vasectomy

She's 14, her uterus is gonna wither up

My dad has a PhD in Jesus

I don't even have a thought process

Ow, don't hit me, you're ugly

The part I'm confused on.... Is all of it?

Victim blaming, it's the right thing to do

Ketchup is such a good moisturizer

Aw man that sucked ass, I guess I'll just die hairy

No sin here, move along

Cameron:

I'm not a lesbian, stay away from me

Numbers, organs, same thing. What am I, a doctor? A medical student?

Not gonna lie I kinda like heroin

Them's the house rules, and I'm the coolest bitch

Wow she's pretty! Oh she's dying

Do you not want to smoke weed on the bus to the hospital?

Not even in a sexual way just vulvas are dope

Shawty is a state of mind

Honey no one wants your organs

Alright I'm gonna go finish my work and disappoint [House]

They can't know I'm a freak YET

Supportive parents? In this economy?

I can't cry cause the makeup's too slay

Whoever said laughter is the best medicine was a man

Gravity is a bitch sometimes

Pleasure myself, weep, and repeat

If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me that, I could actually afford therapy

This is pirated, by the way

I've got my own knives: they're called fingers and I swear to god if he talks to me again they are going in his eyes

Foreman:

I'm no one's babygirl, I'm someone's baby MAN

I can ethically own him in the free market space of debate

You think you have rights here? This is [the hospital]

You're taking a speed bump at 5 miles an hour, I'm gonna actually enjoy my life

There is no opinions on the gays

You spilled spaghetti on the church?! (directed at Chase)

That's not a hehe moment

Do any of you... Hear in the ears?

Infidelity ain't lookin so good right now

I'd be full of shit if I told you I knew the answer all the time

I sympathize with you but you're making funny noises

THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED THE WHOLE TIME AND I SLITHERED THROUGH THE WINDOW?!

Don't antagonize drunk old men who hate you

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 33

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: Cursed

Notes: I'm so relieved people liked the previous chapter 😅

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter:  33/47

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In the morning, Lancelot was still asleep when you carefully crawled out of the bed and went to the washbasin. That attempt to not wake him failed when you stumbled over his boots and knocked your knee against the side of the bed. He was awake and trying to figure out what on earth had woke him.

“Sorry. I bumped into the bed.” you winced, rubbing your knee to silence the dull pain.

He got up out of the bed to see if you were alright, you assured him that you were. Slowly the sleep disappeared from his eyes and made room for a soft gaze aimed at you.

“Slept well?” his voice was like silk.

“I have. You?”

“Very.”

“Do you think there is still enough time to freshen up before Gawain arrives at the door?” you asked.

“Let us hope.” He smiled, caressing your jaw once. “Will you write of last night in your journal?”

You playfully smacked his chest. “How are you feeling?”

“Strange.” he admitted.

Your heart sank. “Because of last night?”

He answered quite fast again, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” It was like a pit had formed in your stomach. “Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

" ‘Uncomfortable’ is not how I would describe it.” He had that boyish smile on his face suddenly. “You made me so ‘comfortable’ that I find it hard to keep track of my thoughts.”

Then he looked at you, seeing those worried eyes. You saw his gaze drop and met him half-way as he leaned in to kiss you. Softly his mouth moved with yours, a sweet kiss to seal the night that had felt like a dream. His arms wrapped around you to bring you closer against him. Never had your morning been so lovely, you never thought it even possible until that moment.

He stepped back to clear his thoughts before they were beyond saving. “I will give you your discretion. Call out when you are done?”

You nodded and watched him head to the other side of the room, he took seat on the bed facing away from you. He grabbed your satchel, took your journal out, and started reading. “I did not hear myself give you permission to read my journal.”

He did not look back at you, too engrossed by the writing on the pages. “I do believe you would not share the sort of intimacy with your journal that we have shared last night.”

You tossed one of the clean rags and it hit his back, he didn’t even bother to look or respond. “Nosy…”

You focused on washing up quickly so he could have the same chance. The sun was falling through the windows of the room by the time you were both dressed. You gave one last look at the bed while putting your satchel on and decided to quickly make the sheets look less tangled than they were, Lancelot suppressed a smirk when he saw it. He gave your hand a squeeze when he heard the approaching footsteps and caught the nearing Sky Folk scent. That sound was what finally brought your thoughts back to reality, it was so simple to forget that this room had been your prison for a night and that the people outside that door would still need convincing that you and him could be trusted.

“Gawain is here.” Lancelot whispered to you seconds before the knock on the door came.

“Lancelot? It’s time. Are you decent?” Gawain called out through the door.

He looked back at you, just to be very certain of it, “We are decent.”

The door was unlocked and opened right away by the knight, he had come alone to collect you. “We have another visitor here who has asked to be present when you speak to the council.”

“Council?” Lancelot questioned.

The knight looked nervous. “Arthur, Gareth and I, Kaze and the Red Spear. And Merlin will be present.”

Lancelot could not hide his shock, “Merlin?”

Gawain gave a nod. “He arrived here just before dawn. In search for you. He is very persistent to see you.”

“Why?” he asked.

“You will see.” Gawain beckoned for you to follow him.

“What about Percival?” You worried.

“Do you think that boy needs an invitation to be present?” Gawain deadpanned.

Good point. Percival would always find a way to stick his nose into matters that interested him. Together with the knight you walked to the great hall of the castle, feeling the anxiousness radiate from the Ash Man. There were many stares from the shadows of the hallways, looks of recognition, confusion and sadly hatred. Discreetly Lancelot moved you by the arm to walk closer to him, aware of the risk. One day, you hoped the Fey would see what you saw and know what you knew about the man behind the Weeping Monk, or that they would at least find it in their hearts to not harm him. Only time would tell, and you prayed that the Green Knight could help prove to the Fey that Lancelot deserved a chance to prove he belonged with his people.

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  The moment you stepped into the room with Lancelot and Gawain, you took note of all who were presented. Pym, and the woman you assumed had to be Red Spear as she had the weapon with her. Gareth, Kaze and Percival. And Arthur was talking to a man you had not seen before, was that Merlin? They were speaking of someone, ‘Morgana’ and Arthur seemed quite upset by the topic. When Percival ran towards you to ask if you and Lancelot were alright, the eyes of the room turned your direction.

“I’m alright, my sweet boy.” you brushed a hand over that wild hair of his.

Percival went over to Lancelot’s side, almost standing against him, and Lancelot placed a hand on Percival’s shoulder.

Gareth wasted no time on greeting Lancelot and went right to getting under his skin. “How was it to be locked in a room yourself for once?”

“Leave it, Gareth.” Gawain sighed, annoyed by his brother’s eagerness to get himself into trouble.

But Lancelot gave the vague answer, “Enlightening.”

In more ways than he would ever share with this knight who was hellbent on ruining his sanity.

Arthur spoke to Lancelot before Gareth could do so again. “You recall what you agreed to last night? I promised you a chance if you prove yourself worthy of it.” Arthur looked at you. “Y/n, is it?” He saw you nod. “I hope you were honest about being here to help.”

Lancelot pulled the attention back. “She is. I made a vow to Percival that I would offer my aid to the Fey, and I will. I do not ask for forgiveness, I only hope for a chance to make amends if you will allow it.”

Arthur had not expected the former Weeping Monk to be so calm outside of battle and so open about the remorse he felt. “This chance is given to you by the generosity of the Green Knight. And Percival has voiced his opinion on your wish to join our side, for hours. I do not know what Nimue would have done if she had been in my stead, but I know that she trusted the Green Knight and Percival. There are not many Fey left in Gramaire after the battle on the coast, but I assume more than half of them would be glad to see you dead. I’d suggest you do not leave these walls without the company of one of us, it might become safer for you once the Fey know you’ve come to help. Put that sword to use against the Church and they will start to see your bettered intentions.”

Lancelot looked at Gawain, clearly grateful, then gave Percival’s shoulder a small squeeze. “I am grateful for your mercy, you have my word I will proof that I am worthy of it.”

Arthur gave a nod and took a step back, gesturing to the man who had watched the conversation with strong interest. “This is Merlin, Nimue’s father.”

Merlin placed a large looking object, that was wrapped in what looked like a ruined cloak, against one of the benches in the grand hall. You heard the Hidden’s whispers, at first you thought it was a fly close to your ears, and you shook your head a little. Lancelot had a similar reaction, he was hearing them too.

“You wanted to see me.” Lancelot stated impatiently.

Merlin set his eyes on him, watching him with great curiosity. “I heard rumors of a marriage between the Weeping Monk and a woman. Carden would not have arranged such a matter if it was not to his own benefit. Then I heard more rumors, the girl, Fey?” Merlin looked at you in expectation.

You nodded. “Half-blooded.”

“Ash Folk, I presume.” The magician smiled, his eyes spoke of a wisdom within them.

It shocked you. “How do you know that?”

“I have lived long enough to recognize those markings.” Merlin made a faint gesture in Lancelot’s direction. “But it is the Hidden’s response to your presence that tells me what you are, young lady.”

“‘Young lady?’” you frowned, “You don’t look that old to me either.”

Merlin smiled in response to that. “Flattering to hear after the centuries I have bore witness to as they passed” He returned to the subject, “The Hidden cannot contain their enthusiasm at two of the Ash Folk together in the same room. Their powers spill through the veil into our world, especially at such a rare event. They have waited decades for this. As I have. This changes the fate of all Fey.”

“What do you mean?” Red Spear sounded impatient and curious. Pym send her a look.

Merlin smiled, he did enjoy to see others entertained and interested by his knowledge. “Sparing his life is what will grant the Fey a chance to fight back against the Church. A strong chance. I have witnessed before my very eyes what those of the Ash Folk are capable of.”

Merlin began to walk slowly in your direction, taking a jar from the satchel that he carried at his hip. Lancelot turned to stand a little differently, just enough to form a barrier should Merlin pose a threat to you or Percival. The magician smiled at him knowingly. Merlin opened the jar and awe filled the eyes of all those present. Those beautiful bright green flames burning in the jar captivated all. Lancelot’s markings responded to it beyond his control, as did yours, both taking a step back when the fiery red glow in them was on display for so many curious eyes.

“There they are.” Merlin pointed at your face a little.

It felt oddly personal to have them be seen by everyone there, even Lancelot tilted his head down and hoped his hood would offer some barrier against the stares.

“Whoa…“ Percival was staring, looking back and forth between you and Lancelot until his neck began to hurt.

Lancelot’s markings were the first to calm down, for you it took a bit longer from the lack of experience with them showing their existence.

“This fire is centuries old. Born from the power of your ancestors.” Merlin told Lancelot. “The Ash Folk may have disappeared from these lands, but their legacy cannot be erased. Your existence, Lancelot, carries that legacy.”

Lancelot was trying to make sense of what was being told to him, “What do you mean?”

Merlin tried to read his expression. “Do you not remember who your parents were?”

His jaw tensed. “I was too young.”

“A young mind holds knowledge far longer than often believed.” Merlin said after seeing the harsher look in his eyes. “I’ll freshen your memory.”

The answer was a firm, “No.”

You could tell right away that Lancelot was trying to be calm, but his past before the paladins was always a sensitive subject. You still remembered how he had reacted when you had read that passage from your mother’s journal out loud to him and how bad his response had been to it.

“Your father.” Merlin saw the Ash Man’s eyes briefly widen. “Ban. Impatient, reckless, but wise. Your Mother Elaine, beautiful, clever, soft of heart. You have her eyes.”

Lancelot’s demeanor changed instantly, he reacted cold. A warning, “Enough.”

Merlin sounded like he spoke from experience, “Carden expected you to forget their faces, did he not? And for a while you must have, so young of age, until their faces began to haunt your dreams.”

“Enough!” Lancelot snapped loud.

Merlin did not let it frighten him. “The stolen child. I was wondering if I’d ever see you again. You were just a babe when we first met.”

The Ash Man refused to continue taking part of this conversation, he turned and headed towards the door.

Kaze drew her sword. “Halt! You do not walk these grounds freely!”

He had halted. But the tension in the room was rising now that a sword had been drawn and the Ash Man was losing his composure.

You pleaded for him to calm down, having seen such a reaction from him before when it came to his past. “Lancelot, please-”

Merlin put his attention on you. “The Hidden are pleading for him to hear, but no matter how hard they try one as strong of spirit as him can refuse to listen.”

You sensed that the magician was holding back information on purpose. “What is it that the Hidden wishes to share?”

He told you the truth, “Festa and Moreii are pleading with their kin to claim what is rightfully his.”

“Kin?” Gawain put a hand on his hip, demanding an explanation.

Merlin closed the jar again and took a few steps into Lancelot’s direction, who was still at the door, “The Fey Fire? Born of the love between two of the Ash Folk who once came from enemy clans, their divided kingdoms were united by their union. The Hidden, Festa and Moreii, you share their blood. It is undeniable. Ban came from their lineage, as do you.”

Lancelot shook his head, denying it as if it had been an accusation. You saw how lost his eyes had gotten. He came from the Hidden, the gods he had spend most of his life fighting against… you understood why it was a shock to him.

Merlin continued, sensing the instability in him, “It all began with the Ash Folk. Festa and Moreii were royalty among the Fey, their lineage wore the crown for centuries. By the power of your bloodline, by birthright, you are the heir to King Ban’s crown. The last of your line, the Asher Prince. The Hidden wants you to claim your birthright, they want you to accept them, to hear them. To them you are their last hope of restoring what has been lost to time.”

All his life he was taught the Hidden were evil spirits that plagued the land. And now he learned he was their descendant and the heir to their legacy and crown? All the times they had haunted his dreams deep into the night, all the times he was taught that he was damned, and now he understood how deep his connection to these gods truly was. All his prayers were futile, he shared direct blood with what he was taught to eradicate. He felt sick to his stomach… all this time… everything he knew and did…

“Stop…” Lancelot shook his head, wanted to step towards the door before remembering Kaze was there to stop him, instead he created quite a distance by walking away in the great hall from everyone. “All these years… it was all for nothing…”

No one in that hall was left unaffected by what he had said, there were so many emotions laced through his words. Despair, anger, disappointment, sorrow… he had sounded so very lost. Percival looked so very worried, his eyes filled with an amount of empathy that you had never seen before.

You walked over to Lancelot and gently took hold of his arm. “Lancelot-”

His voice thundered into the room. “Don’t!”

You let go of him right away, hating how you had flinched by reflex even though you knew he’d never lay a hand on you. Unfortunately the others had seen it happen too.

Regret filled his being upon seeing you flinch. Why did he resort to the tone of voice he had always used to command the paladins? He tried to calm down. Took your arm in his hold to draw you in closer, he was not given the chance to apologize before he heard steel being drawn.

Gareth had drawn his sword, watching the situation like a hawk.

Gawain warned Gareth, “Stand down, brother. He will not hurt his wife.”

“‘Wife’?” Gareth scoffed. “That whole arrangement was only to keep her father away. It was just for pretense. None of it is real. They were forced to wed.”

Lancelot turned to him, gravely insulted by that claim. “Our marriage was forced upon us, but my love for her is true!” It flew out in the heat of the moment. His eyes fell away from their shocked faces, realizing what he had just said out loud… for all to hear.

You were breathing faster, you had hoped to hear him tell you, but you’d never thought he would shout it. Always surprising you with that braveness that resided in his heart.

Slowly he looked at you and stole a glance, he had stunned even himself by doing this. That look, an unspoken question you could read right from the heavens in his eyes. A plea to forgive him for doing this with so many present, a plea to forgive him for loving you should you not feel the same. So many emotions echoed in his eyes before they focused on the floor. You got closer and put a hand on his chest, allowing him to calm down under the touch. A silence passed around the room, as if they could all sense the distress in him.

It was Merlin who spoke again, “The Court of the Ash Folk has been abandoned many years ago. If we could access it again, it would be an excellent sanctuary for the Fey. The area has a long history and the Church fears it, they refuse to enter the area because of whispers that it is haunted.” He took a step in Lancelot’s direction. “Your parents were on their way traveling there, unfortunately they never reached the home of their ancestors. Father Carden had begun his mission and he had heard rumors of the Ash Folk and their gifts, but only after his paladins had already killed almost all who were still in these lands. You were the youngest, the easiest to be influenced, the perfect example of how their scriptures brought darkness upon the land. A child stolen, a heritage erased, a weapon.”

You could feel Lancelot tense up again and decided to speak. “This ‘court’, what is it exactly?”

The magician sensed the turmoil in the Ash Man, but he did not take a single step away. “A castle so large, ingrained in the rocks, high enough that the little ones believed they could touch the moon atop the highest tower.”

Lancelot grew interested in the topic. “How can you know if it would provide safe sanctuary for the Fey? Have you been there?”

“I have.” Merlin smiled, reminiscing on the memory of it. “It was once home to the Fey, long ago in the beginning. Each of your ancestors…” He turned to the other Fey, looking them all in the eyes, “-came from this place. The roots of all Fey clans grew from the Ash Folk, their magic was what allowed the other clans to come into existence.”

“What?” Percival blurted out.

Merlin looked at the child. “It is true, young lad.” He asked Lancelot, “Do you never wonder why it is that the Ash Folk can sense the Fey? The truth is that the Ash Folk are the closest to the Hidden of all the Fey, they are the connection between the Old Gods and life on this earth. There was a reason your father was once king. The blood of all Fey clans runs through your veins. The Ash Folk were the first Fey to exist, it all began with them and magic did the rest.”

“Ugh…” Gareth blurted out, then saw your glare.

Merlin ignored him. “If my guess is correct, the Ash Man can undo the curse that has the castle in it’s hold.”

“What curse?” Arthur asked.

Merlin locked eyes on Lancelot. “Vines have overgrown it and no sword has been able to cut through them. Because the blade was never important, it’s wielder is.”

Lancelot did not sound like he fully believed it, “You believe I am the key to end this ‘curse’?”

Merlin noticed that doubtful tone. “Young man, you have the blood of Festa and Moreii in your veins. They will be inclined to aid their kin. Go to the court of the Ash Folk. Perhaps not all is lost if the place accepts you as it’s own.”

“What other benefits are there to reclaim it, other than sanctuary?” Lancelot asked, believing the magician had other reasons.

Merlin went back to where he had placed the large cloak wrapped object, he proceeded to show what was hidden into it. A sword. The sword so many had whispered about. “It was born from the forge of the castle. The unnatural heat of the Fey Fire can make weapons of unmatched strength even without the use of magic. Let the fire take away the power of the sword before it can fall into the wrong hands again, and make other weapons that the Fey can wield against their oppressors.”

Merlin had taken a few steps in Lancelot’s direction again, the sword’s response surprised all. It glowed at the crossguard and pommel as if it was searing hot, Merlin let go of it, waving his hand like it had indeed been far too hot to hold. The steel sounded loud as it hit the tile flooring and slid all the way across it on it’s own until it hit Lancelot’s boot, he put his boot down on it instantly to stop it.

In his ears he could hear the screams long past that haunted the sword, the Hidden once again called him a ‘Dark Angel. This was the Devil’s Tooth, the sword Father had wanted for so long, and it was right under his boot. If the stories of this sword were true, if the faint screams he heard were all caused by this blade…

Lancelot moved his boot off of it and took a few steps back when he saw that the sword remained still, he gestured to Merlin to pick it up. But Merlin must have already expected what would happen, as he did not look surprised when he tried to pick it up and the sword glided over the floor back to Lancelot, again it hit the tips of his boots.

Red Spear was frowning hard. “What’s happening?”

Arthur had a similar reaction. “That’s what I’d like to know too.”

Percival wanted to go and try to pick the sword up, but you caught him by the shoulder of his jacket before he could.

“Take it.” Lancelot told Merlin, hoping that the magician would try again.

“It won’t let me. They won’t let me.” Merlin said, making no more attempts to try and take the sword back. “The sword returns to the power of the Fey Fire it senses in you.”

Gawain tried, carefully reaching down for it, but the sword was hot to the touch the second the knight touched it. He looked at Lancelot. “Try to pick it up?”

“No.” Lancelot was quick to answer. “I can hear the harm it has already caused. I can hear their screams…”

A lot of frowns were aimed at him, it showed that no one else heard them.

“Nimue heard it too. She told me once.” Arthur admitted.

“Many years ago, I wielded this sword.” Merlin tilted his head down in shame. “I was corrupted to do harm by a power I thought I could control. But I could not.” He gestured to the sword beneath Lancelot’s feet. “You were corrupted by the promise of a father’s love. In a way, my reasons were selfish, egotistical. Yours were the actions of a man who had lost his way. We share a similarity you and I. We both seek a way to absolve ourselves from the wrong we have done. This could be your way.”

Arthur was appalled. “You would trust him to wield that sword?”

“Who better to wield it, than the clan who created it?” Merlin said. “Festa and Moreii chose to let them be heard by Lancelot for a reason.”

Lancelot knelt down, contemplating his choice above the blade. “It is said to be cursed. It’s presence here is a threat to all of Gramaire, Uther and the Church are chasing this blade.”

Merlin saw how the sword remained calm in the presence of the Ash Man. “It is cursed to protect it against the ones who seek the Fey’s extinction. For now it is safest in your hands. Your power can destroy it, the sword knows.”

Arthur came forward and tried to pick up the sword with caution, but it once again glowed in a mystical way to warn him not to touch. He shared a look with Lancelot, a small nod. With the same caution, Lancelot reached down to pick up the sword. His hand wrapped around the hilt without lifting it, and for a few seconds he waited to see how the sword responded. All were waiting to see it burn his hand, or worse. But nothing happened, the sword’s temperament was calm and still. Lancelot looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with you.

“Can it hurt him?” you asked Merlin.

Merlin was honest about it, “If it wanted to, yes.”

Preferably, you wanted to get him away from the risk of getting his hands burned or worse. “Lancelot. Be careful.”

He gave a nod, rose to his feet, sword in hand. “How old is it?” he asked Merlin.

Merlin smiled. “Older than me.”

Lancelot took a moment to study the sword. Symbols were engraved along the length of the blade, he was quiet for a moment whilst his eyes trailed over them.

“You can read it.” Merlin said, sounding a little surprised.

Lancelot looked at him curiously. “Can you not?”

Merlin seemed disappointed. “Not all of it. The symbols and their order make no sense to me. Perhaps it was never meant for me to read.”

You watched Lancelot step towards you, he showed you the blade’s inscription.

“Do you know what it says?” he asked, a curiosity in his tone that told you this had to be something the Ash Folk were able to read.

To you it were just symbols, disappointed you shook your head. “No.”

Lancelot picked up on the pinch of sadness in you. “Can you read other Fey symbols?”

You shook your head again, by hiding your Feyblood from the world for so long you had also missed out on learning the language.

“I will tutor you.” he whispered the reassurance, then turned towards the others. “If this cursed castle is able to provide sanctuary for the Fey, then I will do my best to acquire access to it.”

“And what of the sword?” Gawain asked him. “Do you believe you can carry that responsibility?”

Lancelot looked down at the sword in his hand. “It appointed me to do so. We will see what plan it has.”

“You still owe us information on the Red Paladins. Everything you know, every plan they had made.” Arthur reminded him. “Keep your promise.”

“Do you have maps?” Lancelot saw Arthur give a nod. “The paladins use some villages for supplies, others for resting when traveling between one city and the next. There are certain roads where they were told to ambush any Feys they would encounter.”

Pym went away and returned not much later with arms full of maps. Thankfully, there were descriptions of which map was what written on the scrolls. Lancelot sought out the ones that he knew were important, put them down and open on one of the tables by using candelabras. They were all busy for a while, paying attention to the information Lancelot was able to provide them with.

When they were finished with the last map, Merlin prevented them from taking it off of the table. “The court of the Ash Folk is here.” he pointed to a spot on the map.

“Travel time?” Lancelot looked to Gawain.

Gawain crossed his arms, looking down at the map. “A few days. If the weather is kind.”

Arthur spoke up. “We should not delay traveling there. Gramaire is not safe for the Fey, we need a solution and we need it quick.”

Gareth looked at Gawain. “If you travel there, I will remain here in Gramaire to watch over the safety of the Fey here and lead them away if danger comes.”

“A good idea.” Gawain approved. “What do you say, Lancelot?”

“We could start the journey today.” Lancelot looked at the others in the room. No one voiced any objections to that plan.

“Any one else here who chooses to come along?” Gawain asked everyone.

“Aye.” Red Spear raised her hand, Arthur did the same.

Pym hesitantly raised her hand too, and when Red Spear looked at her she said, “I’m a healer.”

You and Percival raised your hand as well.

Kaze spoke up. “I will stay here, with Gareth. We’ll keep the Fey safe until we hear word from you.”

Gawain gave a sharp nod. “Then we prepare for the journey and head to the stables, we might be able to reach an inn by nightfall. If not, we sleep in the forest.”

Arthur collected the map from the table. “Good plan.”

Lancelot was looking at the sword in his hands again, burdened by the responsibility it gave. You just hoped it would not do him harm and corrupt him like it once did Merlin.

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  Arthur, Red Spear and Pym, were already outside the stables with their horses and ready for the journey. Percival was still in the stables helping Gawain ready his horse, whilst Gareth watched them interact. Lancelot had put the Sword of Power on Goliath’s saddle, the saddle was altered by him in such a way that it was simple to store weapons even in hidden places. It seemed that he was not planning on using the sword unless it was truly necessary. He was talking to Merlin in the stables, and you heard the magician mention that Lancelot appeared ‘not tempted’ by the power the sword was so freely offering him.

You were readying the saddle of your horse, still missing Bear and wondering if he was even still alive, when the stirrup got detached somehow. Maybe the stirrup had not even been attached properly at all.

Gareth had noticed and came to help attach the stirrup again. “I’ll help.” He had already taken over the task from your hands. “You look better than when I found you in that dusty room.”

“I took off the layers of dust.” you jested.

It was that jest that seemed to make him bolder. “Anything else you wish for me to help you with?”

That suggestive tone he had… “I am a married woman.”

He grinned wickedly. “And I am open to share you.”

Your eyes widened. “Either I have hit you so hard that you have lost your mind, or I didn’t slap you hard enough.”

He turned, standing nonchalantly with a hand on the pommel of the saddle. “Or I was merely joking and hoping we could bury the hatchet.”

It was hard not to be wary of him. “I am supposed to forget how you abducted me and killed the person who lived in that house you took me to?”

“I never killed anyone for that house, I said that just to scare you a little and make you listen.” he admitted.

“You’re a terrible knight.” you said.

He gave a timid smile. “I’m working on it.”

When Gareth saw Lancelot approach, he took a step away and answered the unspoken question that hanged in the air between them. “Just admiring her from a distance.”

The corner of Lancelot’s mouth curved, the blatant audacity of the knight was clear to him. “Make it as far as possible.”

Gareth held up his hands in defeat, but he never wiped that grin off his face. He went to talk to Gawain.

“You alright?” you asked Lancelot.

He grimaced. “I have a cursed sword on my horse’s saddle and I am expected to break a curse on a castle. I would say that I am burdened with a responsibility beyond my abilities.”

You gave his arm a squeeze meant to silence that doubt in him. “That sword picked you for a reason, I have faith that your abilities are much stronger than you believe them to be.”

There was a hint of a smile. “You have too much faith in me.”

Your fingers tugged at his sleeve in a playful manner. “Nonsense. I’ve seen what you can do.”

Another matter still haunted him. “Earlier, when we were speaking to Merlin… I saw you recoil from me. You were trying to calm me and I was a fool to let myself respond the way I did.”

The remorse in those eyes were a sight that scraped a nail over your heart. “It wasn’t your fault that I reacted that way, I just spend too much time around Cassian and Aldith.”

“You must know that I would never harm you?” he quickly asked.

You cupped his cheek. “I know.”

He plucked your hand from his face and held it in his own. “There is another matter.”

You saw him look down at your encapsuled hand. “Yes?”

He struggled to say a word, suddenly anxious. He spoke so quiet you could barely hear, “Do you love me?”

What if your feelings towards him were not the same? That perhaps it was just lust. And he couldn’t believe that he would accept that as long as he could have you with him. Because he could not fathom no longer sharing such affection together.

You faltered, not prepared for such forwardness. “What-”

“I need to know.” He lowered his voice. “I will still want for us to be as we were last night. But I need to know the truth.”

This was not the time or place when you thought you’d have to do this, but with him there was never such a thing as the right time and place.

“I was waiting for you to say it. I knew you would one day.” you said, then jested, “Just didn’t think you’d shout it at others.”

Hope filled his eyes. “You were waiting…”

You fed his hope with what he longed to hear. “I love you. I love you so much that I would have done just as you just said. I’d have spend my nights with you because nothing compares to how you make me feel when we’re together. Even just your voice, your scent… I can’t miss it anymore.”

He moved closer, much closer, cradled your head in his hand. He brushed his lips to your forehead, a peck just above your brow.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Percival’s voice rang from a couple of steps away, he had asked it as if it was repulsing to witness.

Lancelot squinted his eyes at the child, ignoring the question for he doubted an answer was needed. “Where is the horse Gawain was going to appoint to you?”

Percival shrugged his shoulders. You saw Gawain approaching with said horse, a smaller white mare.

Gawain walked right up to Percival with the mare. “This one’s yours. A knight should have a good horse.”

Percival looked at him and the horse with big eyes. “It’s mine?”

He handed him the reins of the horse. “Let’s see you ride it. Go on, try.”

After a failed attempt, Percival did manage to scramble himself into the saddle.

“Good lad.” Lancelot praised the boy for his fortitude.

“Ready to go?” Arthur called out to all.

Gawain looked at Lancelot, seeing how the Ash Man was delaying going to Goliath. “Are you?”

“Just a moment…” Lancelot excused himself. Then he put a finger under your chin to get your attention, leaned in and pecked your lips.

You couldn’t believe he would be brave enough to do so in front of all to see. Even Percival. It felt like all eyes were in your direction now.

“Yuck.” The boy scrunched his nose.

Gawain tried to sound stern. “If you are done. We are waiting on you to head on out.” He took it upon himself to walk alongside Percival on the horse and see how well the boy’s horseback riding skill was, giving you and Lancelot a moment.

Your cheeks burned under the stares aimed at you from those who had seen. It was in times like these that you were reminded how bold he truly was, a shell of manners that hid how truly unashamedly forward and impulsive he could be.

“You really aren’t afraid to show yourself like this, huh?” you chuckled, envious of how he did not let the stares bother him.

He found it rather amusing to see how timid it had gotten you. “I do not care what others think about this.” Then the cheeky bastard leaned in to whisper close to your ear. “You were not this shy last night.”

One swat to his chest, another to his arm, you scolded him for trying to shake your composure. “Shut up.”

He grinned, you swatted playful against his chest again. Gawain had returned, took Lancelot by the sleeve and with one sharp pull he nearly dragged him in Goliath’s direction.

“If we do not leave now we will have to set up camp by the time we are out of the city at this pace.” The knight grumbled at him.

You mounted the grey mare and called out to Percival to ride beside you, the boy would surely offer entertainment during the ride. Merlin led the way once the group was past Gramaire’s walls, and you hoped the weather would remain as calm as it was or sleeping in the forest would be a dreadful task at night.

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[oddballwriter]

The Moon Boys reacting to Reader crying at the end of a Movie

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Warnings: Reader is crying, there’s some mentions of reader being embarrassed about crying. Jake laughs at reader for crying but not in a mean way.

Author’s Snip: I often cry at the ends of some movies and decided it would be interesting to think about how the boys would react. 

Notes: I thought about the Barbie movie while writing this because it was the last movie I cried at the end of, but just ended up thinking about it and started quietly weeping in my room before I actually wrote something. So you have my tears to garnish this with.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Poor, sweet, Steven looks at you and says “Well that was quite a movie, huh, love?” after the movie ends and the credits start rolling 

And then he sees you with tears in your eyes and his heart just drops

He’s of course worried because no one wants to see their lover crying 

You explain that you’re fine, the movie just got you in a really soft spot 

If you try and apologize for being “a baby” he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s alright and there’s nothing to apologize for

Marc Spector

He understands that sometimes people cry at the end of movies

He’s not exactly one of those people to do so but he’s not going to judge you

So he just leaves you be and maybe leaves you some tissues and water in case you’re really crying

“You go ahead and let that all out. I’ll be over here if you need me.”

Jake Lockley

Jake never cries (That’s a lie, he tears up at the end of Selena)

When he sees you crying after watching a movie he lets out a small laugh

But he immediately regrets it as soon as you notice and look away from him

“No. No. Beba. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I’m sorry.” 

It’s now less about the movie and now about how embarrassed you are

He redirects it back to why you were originally crying and he tells you that it’s fine that you’re crying over the ending of the movie

[cherry-romper]

Loving You Sounds Like A Song

Playlist

+ Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima, Tendo

Open to writing more characters!

Daichi; Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

I'm born again every time you spend the night

'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven

You can make a sinner change his ways

Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?

Sugawara; Telepatia - Kali Uchis

Who would have thought, That it was possible, To make love by telepathy

You know I'm just a flight away, If you wanted you can take a private plane

We're connected although we're miles apart

I can hear your thoughts like a melody, Listen while you talk when you're fast asleep

Asahi; Would That I - Hozier

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree

True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me

Oh, but you're good to me, baby

with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet

Nishinoya; She Looks So Perfect - 5SOS

We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now

You look so perfect standing there, In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now that I'm so down

I got you name tattooed in an arrowed heart

Tanaka; Steal My Girl - One Direction

She's been my queen since we were 16

Her mum calls me love, her dad calls me son

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Couple billion in the whole wide worlds, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Kageyama; King of my Heart - Taylor Swift

Salute to me, I'm your American queen

We rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys in their expensive cars, With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars, Never too me quite where you do

King of my heart, body and soul

Hinata; Golden - Harry Styles

I know you were way to bright for me

You're so golden

I don't wanna be alone when it ends

Lovin' is the antidote

I know that you're scared because I'm so open

Tsukishima; R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

She's a silver linin' lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me, I go crazy 'cause here's not where I wanna be

And I cant help myself, All I wanna hear you say is, "Are you mine?"

She's a silver linin', climblin' on my desire

Yamaguchi; Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore

I hear you making all that noise, About the world you want to see

But hearts are breaking, and the wars are raging on

You got me nervous, I'm right at the end of my rope

Just let me cry a little bit longer, I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to

My rose-colored boy

Kuroo; Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna

If you think you're the one, step into my ride

So if you feel me, let me know

My engine's ready to explode

Get me where you wanna go, If you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother than a limousine

Kenma; Ivy - Frank Ocean

I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me

It's quite alright to hate me now

When we both know that deep down, The feeling still deep down is good

We didn't give a fuck back then

Oikawa; Say It Right - Nelly Futado

You either got it or you don't, you either stand or you fall

You don't mean nothing at all to me

But you got what it takes to set me free

I could show you tonight

Iwaizumi; Die For You - The Weekend

I'm findin' ways to articulate, The feeling I'm goin' through

See it in your eyes, You hate that you want me

It ain't working 'cause you're perfect, And I know that you're worth it

Just know that I would die for you

Bokuto; Stargazing - The Neghbourhood

If I start, I just cant stop

Keep runnin' 'til we're lost

I can feel your heart beatin' with mine

Started with a spark, now we're on fire

Akaashi; Sofia - Clairo

I think we could do it if we tried, only to say, "You're mine"

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But, oh my god, I think I'm in love with you

Baby you don't gotta fight ill be here 'til the end of time

Ushijima; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji

I don't want a friend, I want my life in two

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, You'll end up in my arms

Give me reasons we should be complete

Cant you see me?

Tendo; G.U.Y - Lady Gaga

I wanna be your G.U.Y

I'm aiming for full control of this love

love me, love me, please retweet

Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite scully moments from s4

in episode 1, she cracks encrypted messages, commenting that “you say ‘a twenty letter code’ to any scientist and they immediately think ‘protein amino acid sequence code’, which is what this turned out to be” <- and that is genius at work right there!!

skinner pulling her aside to ask “do you realize what you are promoting?” when she puts together there's a whole international smallpox conspiracy, and she cuts him off with a clear “i am a SCIENTIST, sir” <- that is right!! you tell him!!!

trying and failing to come up with a theory for how the photos in episode 4 became terrifying: “plus, the film is two years out of date” “oh” “the-the photographic chemistry could have changed” “uh-huh” “the-the dyes fade… they… alright, that’s your theory?” (had me absolutely giggling)

we also learn in episode 4 that she took german in college <3

in episode 6, she spends a great deal of time explaining the science behind sleeping pills and their controversial effects

(and i also loved her fury that such an advanced facility was being used for plastic surgery rather than life-saving care)

tearing into the culture of lawlessness while testifying in episode 9; talking about how she left the medical field to protect the innocent and punish the guilty- such an excellent moment, more of that good old fashioned scully righteous rage combined with inherent optimism- and her continuing to read her statement despite the council repeatedly cutting her off (as she should!)

choosing to be jailed rather than reveal where mulder was located, because she will do the right thing no matter the consequences (and is also just a really great friend)

((and bonus points for skinner checking up on her: “you holding up alright?” “i’ve got plenty to read”, she says, as she flips through medical texts))

“it is my natural inclination to believe they are acting in the best interest of the truth… but i am not inclined to follow my own judgment in this case” (casting aside her own optimism in the face of such corruption, understanding her personal bias and objectively putting it to the side… i admire her ability to do so)

((but still. after all she has been through, it is natural for her to believe that the government means well. it's incredible))

this exchange from episode 12: “where could he hide an adult body where it wouldn’t be found?” “i’ll show you” (cut to them sorting through the medical waste, mulder looking horrified as she casually says she needs his longer arms to sift through the body parts)

((but isn't it just great that she knew the answer to that question instantly?))

in episode 12, when she realizes that leonard betts trying to kill her means she has cancer, she responds to mulder saying she should be proud of stopping him with a quiet “i just want to go home”

(we get another "i'm going home" moment in episode 22, after their confrontation in the hallway about her fears, and the exhaustion contained in those few words could make me weep)

in episode 14, she writes letters saying goodbye to mulder, trying to convince him her inevitable death was not his fault: “and if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this, you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done”, she wrote, knowing how he would blame himself, trying to spare his feelings of guilt even as she knew she had so little time left

later on, her nose starts bleeding while they're making an arrest; “quit staring at me, i’m fine!”, she says in the voice of someone who is deeply not fine, her helplessness inspiring a fury that thrashes about and digs its claws into everything inch of her

how she told mulder she was going to die, but insisted to her mother that she was fine- her mother is furious she didn’t tell her she was sick, shaking in fear, giving her a kiss and a hug, and saying that she is her only daughter now as they hold each other. while she can tell mulder the truth, she can't find the words to tell her mom how bad things really are

writing in her journal that she needs to draw strength from mulder, needs someone to lean on, even though she works so hard to be entirely self-sufficient; “i need to know you’re out there if i’m ever to see through this”

(contrast this with her earlier attempts to do absolutely every single thing by herself and bask in the character growth)

((but then she REJECTS what she wrote in the journal, saying that she isn’t giving up, and she has so much to prove to herself and her family- they have the conversation in the hallway that made me cry and cheer and yell and experience every emotion in between as she realizes that she is something worth fighting for))

in episode 18, she tries her best to save pendrell, telling him that “we still haven’t celebrated my birthday, pendrell; i’m not gonna let you off the hook like this” - it's the way she spent his last moments on earth trying to make him smile that gets me so emotional

later, she's having this very tense face off with skinner until he notices she was trying to hide her nosebleed; he grabs her hand and says “i have a responsibility for the safety of the agents under my supervision, agent scully. i’m not going to put another agent’s life in jeopardy just to keep her out in the field”, and she assures him she’s okay with tears in her eyes (the way he pierced through her best attempts at a stony exterior… i'm emotional)

they visit max fenig’s trailer again and she still HATED it lmao, she says “i remember being amazed at what some people will call a home”

(and then she disses the very bare hotel room they visit in the next episode, saying “i’m not sure if ‘living’ is the word i would use to describe this space” - give her all of the blankets and throw pillows, she wants a cozy house)

((this, combined with her saying "i want to go home" when she is experiencing moments of earth-shattering grief, made me realize how important to her it is that she have a nice, comfortable, safe space for herself))

smirking at her own stupid joke in episode 19; “what was he wearing, a long black robe and carrying a scythe?”

she knows the lowest temperature a human body has ever reached and survived (70 degrees) and also uses the phrase “nuclear magnetic resident spectra”, both of which made my heart skip a few beats

“okay, so this photo that was never taken, when was it never taken?” <- SEVERELY underappreciated line!!!!

in the opening of episode 20, she starts reciting facts about babies born with extra appendages in incredible detail, and i want to know so badly why she is educated on the subject. scully, please give us the story time video

she also mentions her plans to write an article on “diminished acetylcholine production in recidivist offenders” when she goes home from work. because that is how she spends her evenings, very casual. no big deal (said with great sarcasm)

her realization in episode 22 that the killer had been switching around the rings on each victim’s fingers, based on some blurry photos (it was a very good catch!)

talking to her therapist, admitting she struggles to talk about her fears, and that mulder’s passion has been a source of strength during her sickness

(we then, very briefly, see her praying in her nightgown in her apartment, before mulder knocks on the door to ask for her medical opinion. i find that shot so compelling, especially when you contrast it with her saying in the finale that she is not ready to return to the church- it must be too personal to talk about, god must be something she wants to experience on her own at this point in her life)

((and she grapples with the revelation that everyone else who had seen the spirits had been dying, knowing what it means for herself))

the way she shoots the evil nurse in the shoulder not to kill her, but to incapacitate her… scully, your aim is legendary

fun facts with scully, episode 23 edition: dostoyevsky had waxman-geschwind syndrome!

VERY FIRMLY telling mulder that he NEEDS to get to the hospital, and when he continually refuses, instead asking to go on a road trip, she agrees... ONLY on the condition that she drives!!!!

and when his terrible trauma ketamine trip culminates in him almost shooting her and himself, she manages to talk sense into him, before she rests her entire body on him, shielding him, not letting him move, weighing him down like an anchor back to reality

(her being the one taking charge in this episode even while she feels she is losing so much of her agency in her life makes me so emotional)

when mulder interrupts her family dinner in episode 24 to go on a quest for alien answers, she reminds him that this is his goal, and not hers. when he tries to convince her, she refuses to budge- it was frustrating to watch him put her in that situation, but amazing to watch her stand her ground

(and the fact that she wasn’t able to tell him her cancer was getting much worse is also so fascinating to me- why couldn't she bear to break it to him? would saying it aloud make it real?)

and of course, her tracking down the dude that shoved her down the stairs and nearly hitting him with her car (it was deeply satisfying)

[sato-sato-satoru]

What you reap is what you sow.

__________________

It's been months since anyone has seen you since the engagement of niran and satya during the party. You've isolated yourself in your room, only going out once in a while to go back to what used to be you and niran's special oak tree, only for you to continue weeping once more. Everything hurt. Every single thing you did reminded you of him. Flowers, nature, books, writing, watching a movie, no matter what you did to keep your mind off of him, it would always wander back to the times you used to do those very things but with him. Niran pruksamanee. The man who swore to you that you were his light, his diamond, the girl he wants to marry. The man who has completely abandoned you to run away with his true love, his best friend, Satya Vaswani. Oh how bitter you felt at the two of them. But who could blame you?

It was just a regular weekend, although, for you..regular meant crying your eyes out and screaming into your pillow. You wanted to go out, and so you did. You got up and dressed yourself nicely, hoping that maybe Niran would come to his senses and realize he loved you. Hoping that maybe Niran would be under your guys' special oak tree, waiting for you.

.

.

.

.

“of course not.” You laughed to yourself, feeling humiliated for even thinking of such. Sinking down on the grass, allowing yourself to weep once more, you hear a voice above you.

“I haven't seen you in a while..Y/N.”

You look up to see a familiar cyborg, a small smile appearing on your face..it felt a little odd. You haven't smiled in a long time after all.

“Genji!” you exclaimed happily, you hadn't realized how much you needed another human being's interaction right now. You felt so happy to finally see and talk to someone for once instead of just being lonely.

The ninja jumps down, offering you a flower he plucked off of the ground just now.

“As beautiful as ever, even when you're crying.”

You hesitate to take the flower, it's not that you didn't want it. It just..reminded you of him. It seems as this doesn't go unnoticed to the ninja, putting the flower away as he sank to the grass sitting next to you.

“I'm..sorry for what happened during the party.”

“It's alright, Genji. You shouldn't even be apologizing, it's not your fault!”

“I know but..he hurt you. Someone has to apologize for making one of gods' angels cry.”

“Haha! Genji, still a flirt i see.”

The ninja looks at you, although you couldn't see his face, you swore there was a sad look in his eyes when you saw a glimpse through his visor.

“o-oh..did i..say something wrong?”

“.....”

“Genji..? I'm sorry if i said so-”

“He didn't deserve you.”

“Huh?”

“He doesn't. Deserve you.”

“What are you talking about, genji?”

“You-..” He looks at you before sighing, “You're beautiful.”

You felt warmth spread across your cheeks before brushing it off to let him talk.

“You were kind. You helped everyone around you, putting your own self last even though you didn't need to. You did your best to make your relationship work, and HE-.....”

The cyborg clutches his first, anger dripping in his tone before taking a deep breath, calming himself down before taking off his visor to look at you in the eyes.

“He...hurt you.”

Tears well up in your eyes, feeling emotional not only at the mention of Niran, but also because someone cared.

“If you don't mind me asking, Why do you care so much, Genji?”

Genji looks at you with such loving eyes, the same look you once saw Niran give you before he left with Satya. But strangely, instead of feeling hurt, it felt..nice. You gave him an understanding smile before leaning your head on his shoulder.

It's gonna take a long while to move on from Niran. He was your first love after all, but maybe..just maybe, theres still a chance for a happy ending afterall.

________💚________

It's been a few weeks since you and genji met at the oak tree, He's been visiting you alot more often. Although you find yourself often crying over Niran most of the time, Genji doesn't mind comforting you every single time. You were glad for his help, for his comfort. You don't think you would've been able to do it alone.

“Genji..you don't have to do this, you know?” You wipe your tears before accepting the tub of your favorite flavor ice cream that he was offering you.

“I know, but i want to.”

You smile, theres a real connection between the two of you. You felt yourself ease up alot more when he was around, he acted as if he was your emotional support system. You were thankful for it.

The night went on as normal, with the two of you watching a movie, all cuddled up together as you ate some snacks. The movie ends and you guys are barely able to stay awake, the coolness of his metallic body touching your warmer one was the perfect temperature while wrapped up in a cozy blanket. Before dozing off to sleep, you mumble a small but audible “I love you” to the ninja.

It's safe to say the ninja barely slept that night, your soft and sleepy look in his arms, all comfortable and content as you whispered you loved him repeating on his head like a record being played without a stop button.

______________....❔

“She's..what?”

Niran's eyes widened, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the new couple walk into the room.

“She's dating Genji now, isn't that lovely, Bua?” His fiancé Satya replied.

“...no..”

He felt his head spin, feeling a sharp pang pierce his chest, almost like he was shot. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of His y/n being with someone else. Let alone a co-worker.

Wait...

His?

His Y/N?

..

“YOUR Y/N?... Pruksamanee, Are you TRYING to be funny or are you truly THAT idiotic?“

..

Ah

Of course.

How idiotic he was.

You were no longer his.

And he no longer loved you.

He has a fiancé.

So why..

Why did he find himself begging at your feet like you did to him all those months ago, repeating the same words you once said to him. Why?

“Please..y/n..You still love me..don't you?”

“I'm sorry, Niran.” You said quietly before turning your back on him, the same action he once did that shattered your heart for ages. Now you were doing it to him. A hint of guilt hitting your chest as you heard him cry out and beg for you before another voice speaks out.

You smile, looking at your new partner with love and adoration as he stood up for you. You were with the right person now, you were sure of it.

“You reap what you sow, pruksamanee. You lost her. Now deal with it, like she's had to deal with the heartbreak over YOUR betrayal all those months ago.”

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A/N : aaaAAA I'M SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE MY ENGLISH SUCKS ASSS IN THIS FIC I COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WORDS FOR ANYTHINGGG

This is my first time writing a genji x writer fic!! Its so lovely writing for him but also so difficult given that hes not yk..fully human.. i still hope you enjoyed it tho! And yes reader and genji have a happy ending and they love each other very much

POOR NIRAN THO IM SO SORRY MY BBY!! 🥹

[okay-babe]

Dottie!! I just saw your post about preview requests and I'm frothing at the mouth excited rn :))))

Is there any chance you've got a preview to share of that southern gothic inspired fic you've talked a little bit about? I've been excited about it since you ran the poll for it weeks ago!

Ahh! Tysm, I am in love with ur writing!!!

The Hard Part - An Alastor x Reader Series Preview

synopsis: Sometimes, the decisions we make in life come back to haunt us even in death, and in this series, our reader learns the hard way that deals made with a beating heart must be tended to, even when the flesh has long since grown cold... tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, angst, childhood friends to lovers to wannabe strangers to ?, mentions of illness, mentions of discomfort note: Oh my gosh, Anon 😭 catch me openly weeping over how sweet this ask is, you're too cute! I have so much in store for this southern gothic series I'm doing (though we won't be able to get into that vibe too much until around part 2, unfortunately) and am so so excited to share it with everyone soon! Here's a little taste of what we've got going on so far :) For anyone who has an interest in learning more about this fic, feel free to check out some of the info about it here.

With a start, you shot up in your bed, hand clutched tightly to your chest.

From the depths of your stomach, you felt bile rise, nails digging into your flesh to help fight off the sensation of stifling nausea and chills.

This was hell. Literally and figuratively.

All around you, the air felt stifling and almost impossible to breathe, your lungs wheezing with effort at each futile attempt at an inhale.

"Everythin' alright in there, sweetheart?" A familiar voice called out to you from behind your bedroom door, the cheery tone unsuccessfully hiding the edge of concern that could be heard there.

You gasped around the growing lump in your throat, the strangled sound that followed just loud enough to be heard beyond your walls in spite of how hard you tried to keep yourself quiet.

You hated this part, the helplessness and anguish of it all always made worse by the fact that you were almost never allowed to just go it alone.

There was always a witness to your suffering, someone to see you crumble to pieces before their very eyes.

Your heart lurched uncomfortably within your chest as the door flew open just as you knew it would, the small woman standing on the other side standing there with shadowed and fearful eyes.

She hated this part just as much as you did, but you supposed in a few ways she might have even had it worse.

What in hell would she do if you died under her less than watchful eye?

How could she move on?

What would she ever tell your husband?

"Aw shit, doll..."

She muttered under her breath, the panic in her expression enough to make you wish it were possible to console her around the choking mass in your lungs.

She hadn't signed up for all of this, at least not entirely willingly.

It broke your heart to see her so very afraid for you, your life half clasped within her own typically careless hands.

"It's gonna be alright, I'm here."