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brenbofen · 7 months

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GAASPPP OMGGG VINCE I JUST GOT AN IDEA OH GOD

priest+exorcist reader x demon dottore holy FUCK ive always had a thing for sacrilege... religious corruption and shit like that... fallen to worship you instead, to open his eyes to the one true god, one who owns him, one who would give him salvation, one who graces him with blessing though he has ugly horns and tattered, blackened wings, one who will love him as supposed to the father above, one who would send him into eternal bliss

make him bite onto your rosary while you fuck him full, kiss on his horns, his scars and mumble sweet nothings like a prayer,, or call him things that sends shivers down his spine, make him claw at your skin while u punish him for his blasphemy, for his heresy... make a demon like him, violent and mad, into nothing but a slut for ur cock that will bring him into a realm of pleasure, something he deems as heaven...

basically taming this dangerous blood thirsty demon by fucking him to oblivion while being a the kind hearted priest u are 😇

oh god is this good for the monster theme??? I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY MY BAD... anyways take your time and have fun!!!

⤷ Sweet Words ✝︎ AMAB Preist Reader x Demon Dottore > Monster Luvrs Event

Vincent’s ramblings ଳ i couldnt hold myself back and am posting tbis a day early, im sorry guys 😞😞 also got a bit excited while writing this lawll

Featuring; Religious themes, degradation and praise, body worship, reader gets a little mean, spanking mentioned, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, slight p.rn with feelings??, biting and scratching, petnames (love, my love, baby), cumflation, Let me know if I missed anything!!

You always noticed a particular individual in the back of your church. Every sermon he’d watch you, whenever you’d look away you could feel his gaze burning through you. However, he never seemed to care for what you said. When the choir would sing or church goers would gather for a group prayer, he’d stay seated in his little corner, never moving until your sermon was over.

You had also began to receive an influx of reports about demons. More than enough times would you find yourself within the residents of your small village’s homes, searching for a demon that always seemed to evade you. No matter where you went or how early you were informed of the demon it always moved on to another location by the time you arrived. It was frustrating.

Currently you were in your office reading through documents and signing paperwork, tiredness clawing at your mind. You sighed, gently setting down your quill and resting your chin against the palm of your hand. Work was beginning to impede on your sleep. You would spend long nights searching for that demon, then you’d return to your office to count donations and send off documents, tonight you finally got a break, only a small stack of paperwork to go through then you could rest.

You were so out of it you almost missed the knock on your office door. Quickly you stood from your chair, smoothing out any wrinkles on your clothing as you called out for “Just a moment.” Upon opening the door you were stunned, it was the man in the back of the church!

He wore a bird like mask that covered the top half of his face, you noted the only thing not hidden was the bright blue hair framing his face. He gave you a meek smile, bowing his head slightly. “I apologize for disturbing you at this hour.” He spoke softly, barely parting his lips as he did so. You waved him off, telling him it didn’t bother you and stepping aside to let him in.

He nervously walked into your office, looking around before settling on a chair you motioned to. “Please, take a seat.” You sat in the chair across from him, you saw how the man sat awkwardly, almost as if something were preventing him from sitting comfortably. “I can’t thank you enough for letting me in.” He folded his hands neatly in his lap, tugging on the fabric of his gloves. There was this odd giddiness in his voice as he spoke, a sickly sweet smile on his face as if he were trying to contain his excitement.

You nodded, asking him why exactly he came, the hours for confessions and personal prayers were over. He frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side.

“I wished to… see you.”

You laughed nervously, running a hand through your hair as you leaned into your seat. “I’m sorry?” You were confused, why would he not wait for when you weren’t working? The man shifted in his seat, hands gently curling around his hood. You bit your tongue as he pulled the hood down, revealing curving horns that sprouted from his head.

He was a demon. He was the demon you had been searching for.

You immediately shot up from your seat and stumbled over to your desk while keeping your gaze on the demon, your hand slid across your desk as you searched for something, anything, to protect you from the creature before you. He pulled his mask off, bright red eyes almost appearing sad as he moved closer to you. “Please don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm.” You had your back pressed against your desk as the demon’s gloved hand gently, so, so gently, grabbed your wrist. “What do you mean you ‘mean me no harm’? You’ve destroyed homes! You’ve killed people damn it!” The demon sighed, lips parted just enough to show you his sharp teeth.

He was so close to you. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his breath hitting against your neck as he leaned even closer. “I know I’ve done those things… but I only wished to grab your attention.” He brought his other hand to your hip, holding you in place. “I just was too afraid to face you when you’d come looking for me.” The demon pulled back to look you in the eyes, both hands now resting on your hips.

“So what do you want… uh—”

“Dottore.”

“—Dottore?”

The demon— Dottore smiled at you, releasing a soft sigh. “I’ve seen you with the church goers. You’re so kind to them, helping them with mundane things, giving them advice and even resources.” Dottore tilted his head to the side in thought, “So much kinder than any god may be… I know it may be foolish but, I hoped you could share a bit of that kindness with me?” You looked at Dottore like he was mad, a demon asking for kindness from a preist? He really was foolish.

But, you didn’t want to turn him away.

If you did, it might mean he would return to terrorizing your village. You brought your hands to the clasp of his cloak, “Very well. You may stay here while I figure out what to do with you.” You removed Dottore’s cloak, watching as his dark wings fanned out, fluttering slightly from his giddiness. He gave you such a big grin, burying his face into your neck as he spoke soft thank yous like a mantra. Such an odd creature he was.

No one could fault you for wanting to have a bit of fun with him, right?

You now had Dottore nude as he leaned against your desk, your hands trailing up his body, his clothing discarded somewhere in uour office. He had been staying with you for a few weeks now, and you couldn’t help yourself from playing with a pretty thing like him. He would’ve never thought the sweet preist of a church in a small village would have such dirty fantasies. He bit back any teasing remarks as you buried your face into his neck, he wouldn’t want to make you upset. Not now, not while you were being so sweet to him.

You pulled your hands from Dottore and smiled at him, squeezing his sides before taking a step back. “Turn around for me, love.” Dottore did just as you asked, shivering when your chest pressed against his back. You were able to slide your fingers into Dottore easily, chuckling when you heard him bite back a whine. “No one’s here but us, you can be as loud as you want my love~” Dottore nodded, groaning as your fingers slid in and out of his hole. You wondered if he was still stretched out from the previous night or if he had a bit of fun without you.

Dottore’s wings fanned out around you as you dug the pads of your fingers into his sweet spot, a loud moan spilling from his lips. You basically had all of Dottore’s body memorized, able to make him feel pure bliss anytime you were alone with him. He adored how you’d kiss his scars, telling him how he was such a lovely thing as you’d slowly finger him. The way you’d laugh in his ear at his moans and whines, teasing him for how easily he’d melt in your hands. But he loved how easily you’d switch from being sweet to mean.

Anytime you’d harshly slap Dottore’s ass, saying such degrading words to him as you rammed your fat cock into his tight hole, it was heavenly. Dottore would always have his head thrown back, desperately clawing at anything he could get his hands on as you’d pump load after load into his greedy hole. The way you’d laugh in his face when he cried after you pulled out to watch your cum spill out of his puffy hold, clicking your tongue at his pleas for you to keep fucking him and fill him back up. Oh, and how once you finished you’d kiss his marred face gently, praising him for being so good to you before cleaning him up.

He loved you, so, so much. Could you blame him for worshiping you and your body like a god? You surely didn’t mind.

Dottore was ripped from his thoughts by you pressing your fingers basically knuckle deep into him, crying out as you made scissoring motions inside of him. Dottore didn’t even notice the drool beginning to spill from his open mouth, desperately squeezing his eyes shut as you drove him to his first orgasm of the night. He heard you gasp slightly, Dottore whimpering as you pulled your fingers out. “You’re so sensitive today, how cute~” You squeezed Dottore’s ass then took a step back, admiring the demon bent over your desk.

Dottore could hear you unbuckling your belt, wings fluttering as excitement bubbled in his chest. You always thought it was adorable how his wings would flap when he was excited. You stepped forward once you pulled our pants and underwear down, rocking your hips and sliding your dick against Dottore’s ass. He whined at the feeling of your length dragging against his skin, pressing his face against your desk.

Dottore mumbled your name softly, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. “Please turn me around, I-I want to see you.” You laughed at Dottore’s request but did as he asked, turning him around so he was now straddling your hips. You reached up and wiped the drool on his chin, smiling when Dottore leaned into your touch. “You ready?” You repositioned yourself so the tip of your cock was pushing against Dottore’s entrance, chuckling at his flushed face as he nodded, gaze trained on your throbbing dick.

You pushed your hips forward, Dottore biting down on his lip as you shoved your length inside of him. You were so big for a human, your sheer size and how wide you stretched him out making Dottore’s mind feel fuzzy. There was a constant flow of praise from Dottore as you pushed yourself deeper into him, slight tears beading in his eyes from the stretch. No matter how many times he took you he could never get used to your size. He didn’t mind though, a part of him loved the pain.

Once you were fully sheathed inside of Dottore you pressed a hand to his stomach, pressing against the bump in his tummy, laughing at the whine he let out. “It’s me~” You cooed, Dottore rolling his eyes, both of you knew this attitude was just a little ruse he put on at least try and protect his ego before he would go an moan like a bitch in heat on your dick.

Gently, you began to thrust in and out of Dottore, giving him a moment to adjust to your movements. Though, it wasn’t long before Dottore would be begging for you to move faster and you could never hold yourself back for long when you’d see Dottore’s pretty face, expression showing nothing but pure bliss.

You leaned forward and roughly kissed Dottore, something to distract him as you picked up the pace of your thrusts. He groaned against your lips, clawed hands finding home in your hair as you pushed your tongue past his lips. Dottore moaned as you pulled away, feeling you do a particularly hard thrust into him. “You’re clenching so tight around me, mhmm.” You trailed your hands up Dottore’s torso as you spoke. Dottore nodded nodding, only able to focus on the feeling of your cock forcing his body to make room for it.

It was funny, you, the sweet priest having a deadly demon that caused havoc throughout your little village only weeks later becoming your sweet cock-slut.

You pushed Dottore’s hair from his face and kissed the base of his horns, Dottore humming as he leaned against you. He was so clingy, always craving your touch. It would be cute, if not for the snarky remarks he’d say once he was satisfied with your attention. Dottore’s claws raked down your neck and settled onto your back, nails digging into your shirt.

You rested your chin on Dottore’s shoulder, the man shivering when your breath hit his ear. “Careful not to tear my clothes, I have a meeting later.” Dottore nodded, grip loosening just barely. You squeezed Dottore’s hips, grinding against him, pulling little whines from him. You did this for a bit, Dottore about to snap at you, wanting you to move just a bit more, only for you to stop all your movements and make him beg for you to just do something.

You weren’t sure how many times you repeated this routine before you got bored and began pounding into Dottore. He laid back onto your desk, arms covering his face as he leg out the sweetest moans, thighs squeezing and trembling around your hips as you fucked him.

You leaned down and kissed the scars covering Dottore’s body, mumbling praises against his soft skin, relishing in the little protests that escaped him between his moans. No matter how much you told Dottore he was beautiful, how often you gold him you adored every part of him, he would curse and bite back, saying you were insane for loving him so much, but he never made the decision to leave. Never would he reject you when you’d hold him in your lap and shower him with praise and affection.

Dottore gripped your arms tightly, claws digging into the fabric of your shirt and tearing it. What a shame. “You ripped my shirt.” You gazed up at Dottore, seeing the pout that formed on his lips as little tears prickled in his eyes. “Hahh, am I fucking you so good you forgot my directions?” You pulled out fully then snapped your hips against Dottore, the man crying out as his back arched off your desk. “So stupid n’ drunk off my cock you can’t even follow a simple order?” Dottore babbled out apologies, pulling his hands away from your arms as he cried, but you knew he liked it. He adored how quickly you’d go from praising him to degrading him, treating him like he was some cheap whore.

You scoffed at Dottore, squeezing his hips to draw his attention back to you. He looked at you with the prettiest red eyes, seeming as if they sparkles in the dim lighting of your office from his tears. “Clothing can be replaced, ‘m just disappointed you couldn’t hold back for just a little longer.” Dottore frowned, mumbling out a small “sorry.”

You knew he wasn’t sorry.

You sighed, leaning forward and kissing Dottore, feeling his hands rest on your shoulders, no longer caring if his claws tore your clothing. You began to bite and mark Dottore’s neck and shoulders, taking in all the little whines he released right by your ear. You groaned when you felt Dottore clench down around you, biting his neck to try and suppress your own sounds.

He felt so good around you, so tight and warm, you could never get enough of Dottore. You hummed, feeling your orgasm drawing closer and closer, mumbling in Dottore’s ear. “I’m gonna cum, you’ll let me, yeah?” You harshly kissed Dottore, teeth mashing against teeth, your tongue feeling along his sharp teeth, “You’ll let me cum in you, baby?” You smiled when Dottore let out a weak “Yeah.” leaning forward and kissing him once again, your thrusts becoming fast and uneven, only thought in your mind being how badly you wanted to fill Dottore up.

You pulled away from Dottore’s lips and pressed your forehead against his, letting out an airy moan as you released inside of him. Dottore came shortly after, rolling his hips against you as he rode out his high, his head thrown back as he gripped your shoulders tightly. It wasn’t long before you were moving again, now harshly thrusting against Dottore, never letting up as you stuffed your cum deeper and deeper into him, filling him up to the brim. You could see his tummy becoming round and almost appearing bloated with how much cum you stuffed into him, some of it spilling out with each of your thrusts.

Dottore couldn’t complain, not when he felt so good and was so fucked out. He might have wanted to make some snarky remark, tease you for always wanting to fill Dottore up so you could watch your cum spill out of his hole, but at this point he couldn’t. The only thought on his mind was how good he felt, how amazing it was to be filled with your warm cum and how he loved your dick inside of him. Dottore honestly wasn’t quite sure how many times he had cum himself, only focused on you filling him.

You sighed after releasing in Dottore, not sure just now many times you had. Stumbling back, you pulled him into your lap as you sat in your chair, running your hands though his hair. Dottore pressed his face into your neck, gently kissing and nipping your skin. “You’re always so clingy when we finish.” Dottore scoffed, pulling away so he could look at you, wings stretching out behind him as his back popped. “Shut up.” His voice was hoarse, tears and drool dried on Dottore’s face, he didn’t seem to care though.

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around Dottore and pulling him into a hug, playing with his hair and occasionally petting his soft wings, Dottore humming against you. “How long until your next meeting?” You glanced at the clock on your wall, humming to yourself as you thought. “Few hours, why?” Dottore smiled, leaning up and biting your jaw. “That’s good, I want you all to myself for a bit.” You chuckled at Dottore’s words, kissing the base of one of his horns. “I told you you were clingy.” Dottore scoffed once again but didn’t speak, simply burying his face into your neck.

#— events: monster luvrs #— vincent’s stories #genshin smut #dottore smut #dottore x reader #sub dottore #dottore x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x reader #sub genshin #genshin impact smut #il dottore smut #sub il dottore

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tinygarbage · 6 months

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Fine Line

pairing: percival de rolo x f!reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, no specific reader description, brief mention of torture, mentions of scars, smut, unprotected PIV (wrap it up yall), creampie 😵‍💫, riding (save a horse), aftercare, praise, (let me know what if anything is missing!)

a/n: dedicated to my sweet @annasinterests because she gave me this new obsession and unavoidable brain rot of this pretty little (very tall) man.

but! this is my first time actually sharing my writing in full and im very nervous 😵‍💫 this has absolutely no purpose and no plot. just something kind of cute that i thought about while lying in bed with my partner :)

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It's been weeks since you and Percy have found yourself completely alone. After an especially stressful and exhausting expedition, you and Percy agreed to stay back while the others drink in celebration. After they leave, it isn't long until Percy's grabbing you and slamming you into the bed. It quickly turns into an all night affair. Not that you're complaining.

Eventually, after round three or four, you end the night on top. You're bouncing and rolling on top of him. He's stretching you open and you're chanting his name like a prayer. His pale fingers dig into your hips, gritting his teeth as you pull the last of his energy from his body. His warm touch travels up your body, grabbing a handful of your breasts with his large hands. A string of strangled moans and whimpers spill from your swollen lips as he holds onto you. You move faster, chasing his release. Your fingers trace at the jagged scar crossing down his chest. He doesn't pay attention to the touch. Instead, he groans as he spills the last of himself into you.

You collapse forward, his arms wrapping around you. He holds you against his broad frame. Your forehead is pressed against the crook of his neck as his fingers play with strands of you hair. You're both a little sweaty and sticky, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. His spend drips slowly down his shaft, making a small mess. Neither of you pay attention to it. "Thank you, my dear." He whispers into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I missed you," you say back, nuzzling into his neck as your arms lay limp at your sides.

He chuckled, his hands move to your shoulders, pushing you up so he can get a better look at your naked form on top of him. His left hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing small circles. His right hand caresses your warm cheek, squeezing slightly as you smile at him lazily. "I missed this time with you, my darling." His voice was deep, filled with adoration.

You smile wider this time, your hands holding onto both of his wrists. Slowly, you drag your fingers down to his shoulders. You squeeze lightly, your thumbs stroke at his collarbones, tracing small scars and a recent scratch from your recent endeavor.

A mischievous smile is stuck on your lips as you lift your hips. His length falls out of you, falling back onto his happy trail. You grin, feeling more of his spend dripping from your cunt as you move yourself down and shift off the bed. He attempts to get up but you push him down.

"I'll clean us up today." You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums in response with a dazed smile.

You clean yourself up, coming back with a wash cloth to clean him up. He lays back flat, still breathing heavily in his postcoital state. A small sigh of pleasure slips from his swollen lips, an arm lazily thrown over his eyes. You smile, cleaning him up before tossing the cloth in the hamper. You pick up his shirt, slipping it over your frame and buttoning the middle two buttons.

Slowly, you slide back into his bed, hands working themselves up and down his torso. Your thumbs massage through the muscles on his stomach, leaving small, loving kisses at his collarbones. The arm draped over his eyes moves to your cheek to caress it softly. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes as his thumb grazes your cheekbone. Adoration and affection fill his gaze as he stares at you, straddling him once again.

He winces slightly as your thumb pushes down into a spot on his shoulder that was giving him trouble. You rub it out slowly, feeling the knot loosen as he grunts. "That feel good?" You ask softly, a small giggle filling the room.

He smiles back, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Yes, much better."

Your eyes flicker back up to him. You cant help but admire him in this state. Completely blissed out and deeply in love. Finally allowing himself to be fragile, to be soft. You've completely cracked his shell, spreading him open into the rawest form of himself. Getting to know every curve and line on his muscular body. It took a long time to get here with him. Spending endless days and countless nights by his side. With each passing hour he becomes more open and vulnerable to you. After Whitestone, he had promised to be more honest. Not just with the group, but with you.

You'd lay together with his head on your chest, your fingers brushing through his soft hair. He'd tell you every little detail. Whether it was about a specific dinner with his family or the torturous actions of Anna Ripley. The woman he had yet to escape from. His nightmares about the torture come and go, but he has you now. To hold him while he breaks, whisper to him that he's safe and that you'd never let anything happen to him. That the group would never let anything to happen to him. That he's loved and cherished, even when he's acting like a pretentious ass.

But now, it was different. He was vulnerable to you in a completely different manner. Not shielding you from the scars and stories that litter his pale skin. The jagged lines and the imperfections that you worship on nights like these. They are all open for you to kiss, to love, to hold. He was open to showing you his love in its rawest form. Open to admiring each other and tracing shapes and confessions onto each others skin.

So you sigh in contentment, moving to lay down next to him. Your head falls to his shoulders, your body pressed against him as he lays on his back. One of your legs lift on top of his hips as you feel him pull you closer. His arm is around you, lazily drawing circles on your side. Your warm hand rests on bare chest as you both lay in silence. Breathing in each others presence in the calming candlelight that illuminates his bedroom.

Your pointer finger lifts, touching the start of the long scar that runs in a diagonal curve across his chest. The soft pad of your fingers presses down as it drags down his pecs and over a protruding rib. A sigh leaves his lips, his free hand moving from his stomach to brush strands of your hair out of your face. "You seem to like that one." He says softly.

You stay silent for a moment, kissing where it starts at his shoulders. His hand falls to your shoulder while his other arm pulls you tighter. "You're so strong." You say lightly.

"Not nearly as strong as you, my love." His voice is light and sweet. Coated with sleep.

You just chuckle, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your free hand holds onto his side while you bend down to press soft, calculating kisses down the deep scar. A deep sigh of pleasure is heard as your kisses get longer and heavier.

“Don’t start again, I have no energy.” He grumbles playfully as you kiss down to the very edge of the scar.

“Sorry,” you says sheepishly, falling back into your spot next to him.

He brushes your hair off your face and gives you a tired smile. “Don’t worry. I like it.” His voice is softer than usual, filled with adoration.

Your head is back on his chest, focusing on the rise and fall with each breath. His heartbeat slows down as each minute passes. “‘M tired,” you say as your cheek is pressed against his chest.

He pulls you closer, brushing your hair back and resting that hand on your shoulder. A small kiss is pressed on the crown of your head. “Go to sleep,” he says. He presses a long kiss in the same spot before whispering your name. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

#percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo #percy brain rot #percival de rolo x reader #vox machina #percival de rolo x f!reader #the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii

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pedgito · 1 year

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hey, im a big fan of your writing. I am also a big fan of Javier Peña, Joel and Din lmao. So can I request a story about either one of those (mostly sfw mainly because im in my feelings) that is more of a hurt/comfort angst? Maybe bottled feelings are freed, a near death experience occurs after a heated confession that didn't go well...? idk I leave it up to you if you want to write it of course. Anyways, again, love love your stories, especially the way your portray Javier. Have a nice week <3

pairing | javier pena x fem!reader

content warning | mostly sfw, arguments over commitment/relationships, mention of violence (bombing), descriptions of minor injuries and emotional distress, just lots and lots of angst [2.6k]

author’s note | this screamed javi so hard so i couldn't pass up the opportunity to write some angst for him

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You’ve been at it for months now, waiting for Javier to finally give in and confess to you what he’s been holding back for so long—he’s so closed off it’s impossible, his back turned to you as he grips the chair shoved into the small dining table tucked in the corner of his apartment.

This was supposed to be a one off job, spend a couple months down in Bogotá with Steve—play alongside him in the hopes of catching Escobar, settling into a mix between the three of you, realizing fairly quickly that Peña wasn’t the type of nice guy you were used to.

He was brazen, straight-forward and a little bit—scratch that, a lot of an asshole, so full of himself that it oozed out. Still, that didn’t stop you from climbing into his bed a week into your stay, breaking the one rule you had.

Never fucking sleep with your co-workers.

Look where it got you; fighting an emotionless wall of stone.

He wants you, but he can’t have you. He doesn’t want to see you with other people, but he can’t stake his claim and call you his—but god forbid you so much as consider eyeing another person, someone interested in showing you the attention you wanted, that you deserved. His jealousy is unmatched, the curl in his lip when he sees you across the room around them, the short and fleeting touches they gave to your arm in passing—from your perspective, a simple gesture between friends, but to Javier, it's a threat.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t try to show you attention—Javier was more than that, all-consuming in a way, passionate to a fault. But, he was not a lover type guy.

Still, you were naive enough to think you could change that.

“I’m not doing this anymore,” You spoke strongly, watching the tilt of his head as looks down, burning a cigarette held between his fingers, “whatever this is—we can forget about it.”

“Yeah—I’m sure the others will have a fuckin’ field day when they catch wind,” Murphy let it slip once and it’s been the constant topic of conversation, playful teasing toward you but torture on Peña who likes to keep things private, always, “always eye fucking you across the room.”

“Who cares, Javi?” You ask, feeling like you were talking to a ghost as he refused to look at you. “You don’t give a shit what’s going on here, why should I?”

And it hurts because you do.

It was innocent at first, one hookup that should’ve ended that night. But, one turned into several and eventually you were spending most night at Javier’s apartment to the extent of grabbing dinner on the way there—or, for fucks sake, cooking for the man. You knew that he loved breakfast in the mornings despite his constant refusal to eat it, how he couldn’t focus without his first cup of coffee and why he kept his gun at his bedside and the spare under the mattress.

He’s got scars, faint but visible when you lay against his chest at night—some from childhood, some not, but you wouldn’t know had you not spent the time with him and watched the vulnerability he showed when it was just you, just him after a long, stressful day trying to catch a terrifying monster and the both of you itching to burn off steam.

“You can’t ask me on a date, can’t—jesus—you can’t even look at me, Javier.” He hears the break in your voice, how hard you’re struggling to keep things together.

And you’re fuming, furious, aiming to hit him where it really hurts. You want him to feel. Feel anything.

“You like to play house and let me cook you meals, act like I’m yours when it’s convenient for you.” He twitches at that, slamming the burnt end of the cigarette into the ashtray. It’s the only real sign of emotion he’s shown all morning. “That’s all you care about. Egoísta.” (Selfish)

He slams the ashtray down roughly, ashes flying over the table. You don’t jump or flinch, not at all fazed by his outburst. You saw it too often during work when things fucked up or didn’t go his way. When he did show emotion it was intense and full body.

“I told you,” He says slowly, turning toward you now, “I don’t do this,” He punctuates slowly, fingering wagging between the both of you, “I can’t do—this.”

Clearly.

“Can’t or won’t?”

The difference is staggering, truly. You wanted an answer.

“You tell me you never want me to leave your bed, your apartment, that you want to keep me here forever because there’s nothing that makes you feel this close to home—and you can’t do this?”

He speaks it against your lips almost every night when he’s pulling you into his chest, pressing those soft lips of his against your forehead and kissing you with a tenderness reserved only for you.

Javier never answers, gaze growing more intense by the second, bound to retreat from the situation before emotions boil over—but you beat him to it, grabbing your bag and storming out without a word.

He’s never had to beg you to stay and he doesn’t realize how desperately he’d wished to ask you until a few hours later, a phone call from Steve that has his heart dropping into his stomach, the equal worry in Murphy’s voice as he relays the information.

Steve mumbles your name—hurt, bomb, Escobar written all over it, dead, so many dead.

You’re lucky to still be standing—or rather alive, forced onto a gurney lined in the aisle of some rundown Bogota hospital where the workers were running rampant, clearly on edge and scrambling to save lives.

It was minor compared to what could have been. A small concussion, some lacerations to your face and a nasty gash on your side that required some stitching. It wasn’t anything some pain medication and bandages couldn’t fix, but in that commotion you had lost all of your belongings, undoubtedly damaged beyond repair. You had been in the shopping center ten minutes prior to the explosion and you were shaken, admittedly, wondering why your life had been spared over so many others.

And you always hear about your life flashing before your eyes during a near death experience, never really believing it until it happens—and selfishly, you couldn’t think about anything but Javi.

He was a nasty parasite, the kind that sucked the life and energy out of you, took everything and gave nothing in return. You knew how he was going into things, knew he wouldn’t budge or change his ways.

But still, there was a hope that maybe he would change.

The first thing you manage to do when you find a phone is call the embassy—anyone who would answer and let them know what happened, but they were miles ahead and already fifty feet deep into investigating.

Carillo is the first to ask if you’re okay, not that it matters—but then Murphy is scrambling for the phone, a soft commotion in the background as he argues with the man until he finally lets up and hands it over.

“God, we thought you were dead. Please tell me you’re alright?” Murphy pleads, sounding just as strained and worried as you’d expect, “All your limbs, nothing missing?”

You laugh softly into the phone, the first breath of life back into after what has been a terrible day. It’s already evening, the day has come and gone and the sun is setting without a trace of anyone coming to help.

Not that you expected it—Javier wasn’t the type to get over things easily.

“Yep. Head’s still attached and everything.” And Steve can appreciate your way of coping, adding a bit of lightheartedness to a dark situation. You release a shaky breath, squeezing the plastic tighter until cracks under your grip, “Is there—I mean, they just discharged me, but I don’t have a ride.”

“Javier didn’t pick you up?” Murphy asks, sounding confused. “I told him—he should’ve…”

He trails off, cursing away from the phone as he speaks to someone distantly, “Which hospital are you at?”

You look around for any indication, reading off an unfamiliar name to Steve as he repeats it, scribbling it down on a piece of paper.

“Shit—Javi’s probably clear on the other side of town from you.” Murphy runs a tired hand through his hair, over his face. “They told us they sent everyone to the one here close by the embassy.”

Everyone.

Families searching for their missing—you couldn’t even imagine it.

“He—does Javi think I’m—“

“Shit, I don’t know. He’s been on edge since he got here this morning, we’ve been trying to figure something out, anything—he left a few hours ago when we weren’t getting answers and I just—did something happen?”

“I think I pushed him too far this morning,” You say softly, huddling closer to the wall as the halls become more crowded, louder and suffocating in a way that has your curling around yourself slightly, mindful of the pain in your side, “fuck, maybe this is karma, Steve.”

“Hey, no—don’t say that shit,” He stops you in your tracks, “Javi is…Javi, you can’t predict anything he’s gonna do. Dude’s a fuckin’ brick wall half the time.”

There’s a long moment of silence.

“Steve, I don’t have my phone.” You tell him, “Can you just—call him? Let him know. I need to find a cab or someone willing to drive me back to Bogota if that’s even fucking possible. I don’t even have my wallet or badge with me.”

It’s almost like a divine intervention that you hear Javier on the other end, cutting through the flurry of other voices and busy telephones ringing. He’s wrenching the phone out of Steve’s hand before he can get a word in.

“Querida,” He says soft, voice quivering slightly, “Querida, is that you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to remember how badly things ended earlier in the day, even if they didn’t feel as important now, they were still important to you.

Emotions were high now, but the fallout could be devastating.

“Yes, I’m—Javi, I’m okay. A little banged up and stuff but I’ll survive,” The silence grows as he absorbs the information, “Look, I need to go. I have to find a ride back to town.”

“Don’t move,” He says briskly, suddenly, “Fuck—I mean stay there, no te vayas. I’m coming for you.” (Do not go)

The line cuts before you have a chance to reply.

You love how well he sticks out in a crowd despite how he likes to blend in and not draw attention to himself, but he’s all tanned skin and shiny with a layer of sweat that tells you he probably ran a few blocks to get here.

You did wait, even if it was closer to a half hour before there was any sign of him, despite how upset you still were, you waited.

Of course you did.

His eyes dart around nervously before they land on you, tucked away in a corner as you cradle your side and he’s barreling toward you, scooping you up before you can protest. The small squeak you release has him pulling back like someone stabbed him with a hot brand, brows furrowed with worry.

“My side,” You mumble, shifting his hand away from the wound, watching as it falls helpless to his side again, his gaze lingering over your body, face, seeing the amount of damage you took, “hey—I’m fine, all things considered.”

Javier blinks slowly, rubbing around the side of your jaw, careful of the small bandage covering a nasty cut, that familiar pout growing on his lips. You saw it earlier, but the implication was different.

This wasn’t anger. It was worry.

“Mi amor,” He murmurs, oblivious to the commotion around you both as he looks at you, almost straight through you, “fuck—I’m so sorry.”

You breathe through your nose deeply, shaking your head as you grip his wrist for leverage, pulling him alongside you until you’re outside, away from the crowd of people and alone.

“No, I’m sorry.”

And for once, Javier is surprised.

He knows you always have a comeback poised on your tongue, the will to fight and work through any argument that surfaces, but this is defeat. It’s clear as day on your face in the way it falls, eyes softened to the point of near tears and your cheek covered in a dark bruise that makes his chest hurt.

“I don’t know why I’m forcing you to answer to something you don’t want,” That something in question was you, but it didn’t matter, “maybe we let things drag on too long. I was just—happy, I liked it. I shouldn’t have expected anything from you since you were clear from the beginning.”

Even with Javier being the first to cross the lines he drew himself, asking you to stay that one night and never going back, making mistake after mistake until it stopped feeling wrong and started to seem, well, normal. But, here you were, taking the blame like he had no wrongdoing in any of this.

“Bebita, no.” His voice is low, thumb rubbing a tender spot in the side of your neck, a soft touch that massages the ache in your muscles, head tilting into the touch as you look at him. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Oh, the irony.

“Now look at you,” He says, scanning over your face briefly, “consumes mi mente, nena.” (You consume my mind, baby)

“I can’t do halfway anymore, Javi.” It’s pure honesty, fingers finding his wrist as they wrap around delicate, using his touch as an anchor. “I need all of you.”

“Then have it,” Javier says mindlessly, without thinking and speaking instinct—it’s real, you can see it in the way his eyes widen and soften in the same instance, that pleasing look that entraps you, “tómalo.” (Take it)

The tears that sting your eyes don’t fall, but they rise, blinking rapidly to will them away and force yourself to keep composed despite hearing those words, knowing how deeply he meant them.

“Fuck, I’ll marry you if that proves anything to you, querida.” He’s being over-dramatic, but it has your insides fluttering like wildfire, “I should’ve never let you leave this morning.”

But, he was scared. Terrified of how deeply he felt for you.

“There’s so much you don’t know,” Javier explains, “so much I need to tell you but I don’t want to scare you away.”

As if he could.

“Javi, I’m with you.” You tell him steadily, “I always have been.”

Javier laughs through a sigh, breathing through his nose as he smiles for the first time that day.

“We can talk. We will.” Javier nods assuredly, “But, I want to get you home first.”

Home. He means his apartment, but it comes out that way without realizing.

He’s tender when he helps you shower, cleans your wounds up with what little first aid he has, but he manages, helping you dress in what has to be the most vulnerable moment you’ve had since meeting him.

Javier holds you for a long while after that, curled up in his lap on the sofa as he smokes away with his head leaned against the back of the cushion, rubbing a hand over your thigh softly.

“Hermosa?”

You’re nearly asleep by then, rousing with a small hum.

“After all of this,” He trails on, “when we put Escobar away and this shit is done,” He pauses, taking a short drag from the cigarette and blowing it out into the air, “I want you to come back with me.”

“To Texas?”

He nods, squeezing your leg for reassurance.

“I'm terrified of losing you here, but home—I would never let you out of my sight, I could keep you close.”

His trepidation will always be his downfall, but he knows he can’t let you go anymore. He needs you here, he’ll need you after.

“Anywhere you want, Javi. I’ll follow.”

He doesn’t have any reason not to believe you.

“Buena.” (Good.)

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ghostie-gengar · 21 days

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three four eight three!!

relationship chart and their swim forms :3

hcs under the cut (ages are as of splat3)

Captain

real name Sango, aka DJ Sango, nicknamed Agent Ick (squid sisters)

she/her, played with he/him during OE

robust clubhook squid

splattershot main but can work with anything

pretty chill and stoic but tells really good stories if she's in the mood

loves her girlfriend agent 8 so much and thinks she's the most amazing girl in the world <3

pretty blunt with the rest of the splatoon but with eight she's so warm it's like she's a totally different person (can you tell im obsessed with agent 24)

she sees a lot of herself in Neo but doesn't really know how to talk to them so she just. stares at them

acts fed up with Neo's antics but secretly finds them endearing. likes to pick them up and throw them

huge scar on her eye from being sanitized (the eye glows tho so thats cool) and has various others all over

Agent 4

real name Shoyu, nicknamed Sho (marie) and Four-Brains (captain)

he/him

firefly squid

dualies main

his freckles and spots glow! his tentacles are sparkly and so is his ink thanks to a condition he has. it's about as common as freckles

super busy college student trying to balance his hobbies with agent duties and schoolwork

hobbies include video games, music, parkour, clam blitz, and hanging out with his friends

knees are usually scraped

wears mismatched socks

he's a super cool guy, but he tries a little too hard sometimes so he can be kinda cringefail but we love him!!

super nosy and pays a lot of attention to details, mild perfectionism

shortest of the agents other than Neo, but give them like a year and they'll be taller than him

Agent 8

real name Umiko, nicknamed Eighty (captain)

she/her

bimac octopus

mains heavy splatling and e-liter

she's shy when you first meet her but she's super sweet and friendly once you get to know her

hides in small spaces when she's scared, easily startled

besties with Four, they play just dance together

she thinks Captain is soooo cool and has a huge crush on her (yes they're dating)

prefers to be called Eight over her real name. only Captain gets to call her Umiko <3

lives with Captain, but stayed at Four's place during splat3

has some burn scars on her back (from failed OE missions) and post side order one of her tentacles is bleached (same side as captain's sanitization scar <3)

Neo Agent 3

real name Trip, aka Inkborn Harbinger Of Destiny, nicknamed Newbie (squid sisters and captain)

they/them

bigfin reef squid

splatana main (they modded their splatana wiper to have the firepower of a stamper)

they lie about their age to play turf wars- this led to them being recruited into the NSS

autism swag

they love love love shiny things and also spiderman

looks up to Captain but is also terrified of her

loves it when Captain picks them up and throws them

when they get scared/overwhelmed during missions they go and sit near Captain. they don't even say anything, it's just comforting to be near someone they know has been through worse

had an enormous crush on Shiver until they met her, when she genuinely tried to kill them

has a strong sense of wonder and is fascinated by all that alterna has to offer

the back of their head is fuzzy, and they have various scratches all over

homeless for most of their life, briefly lived with the Salmonids, then was able to snag an apartment with special arrangements for their rent to be cheaper since they're a kid

they scrape by selling the treasure they find in the desert

they see Miso as their equal and treat him like a younger sibling. they get extremely offended when people assume he's their pet, as does he

hates Mr. Grizz with a passion.

Neo Agent 3 Jr.

real name Miso, aka Miso Soup With Tofu And Green Onions With A Side Of Dumplings And Fried Rice, nicknamed Little Buddy (Neo)

he/him

smallfry salmonid

was rescued by Neo from Grizzco before he hatched, where Mr. Grizz had full intentions to kill him

he hatched from a special golden egg that glowed brighter than all the rest, it was prophesied that he would leave the salmonids and rise up against a great evil

always hungry, will munch on anything (including Captain's shoes)

extremely loyal to Neo and loves them very much. the two of them look out for each other and live together

he and Neo lived with the salmonids when Neo couldn't nail down a permanent place to live, then they had to leave due to an unfortunate incident with Grizzco.

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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Mi Reina (NSFW) - Angel Reyes x Reader

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Your first time in Angel’s bed doesn’t go as he expects. He had the full intention of laying you down, spreading you out and teasing every inch of you. He’s been yearning to get his hands on you since that night in the Buick, he’s eager to learn, to play, to explore.

However, you manage to turn the tables. He finds himself on his back amongst freshly laundered sheets, your thighs straddling his hips, pinning him in place as you take your time with him.

It starts with his mouth, lips brushing over his in slow, heated kisses that leave him craving even more. Your tongue dips into his mouth, sweeping over his as you cup his face between your palms, thumbs smoothing over the curve of his cheekbones. It’s the most sensual experience he’s ever had.

His usual interactions with women are fast paced and rough, nails scratching, teeth biting. The pain, he uses it as a method of chasing away the darkness that resides inside of him. With you, it’s different, you slow it down, draw it out, you savour each of these moments, he feels as if they’re as precious to you as they are to him.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging just lightly and he grunts into your mouth as he bares his throat. Submission doesn’t come naturally to him, but it does with you, there’s vulnerability in the action and he knows he’s safe in your hands.

“My Angel.” You smile against his lips as you look into those gorgeous dark eyes of his.

Yea, he’s yours, he’s been yours since the moment you ruined him in the back of that Buick.

You start as you mean to go on, with warm, delicate fingertips that map over the outline of his tattoos and lips that seek out all of those deviant little areas that make him moan. You discover places even he didn’t realise existed, the inside of his forearm, the hollow of his hip. When you bite down just a little, teeth grazing that sensitive space, he lets out a sound he’s never made before as his hips buck and his dick leaks.

You ignore the main attraction, your breath ghosting over it before you delve lower, peppering his thighs wish a thousand tiny kisses. He finds he likes the firmness of your grasp when you part them just a little, tongue tracing silken circles that make his breathing hitch.

Your thumb traces over the ragged scarring above his right knee, caressing the shape of it with a gentleness that has him stifling a whimper. His previous lovers have always shied away, an ugly blotch on the landscape of his flesh, from where he’d come off his bike a couple of years ago. Your fingertips follow the pattern of the scar tissue as if you’re committing it to memory. He wants to touch you, even if it’s just to anchor himself, because what you’re doing right now it frightens him, he feels exposed and vulnerable. You see the things that he doesn’t show anybody else. His hands trace over your shoulders, fingertips trailing over the ink on your flesh. His palm caresses the nape of your neck as you tilt your head to look at him.

“You’re safe with me.” You whisper against his skin.

And he believes you, you might just be the only person he does believe when they say those words.

He’s relaxed and pliant by the time you return to his mouth. His kisses are greedy and languid, his hands tangling in your hair as he drinks you in. Your skin pressing against his, it’s the sweetest fucking feeling. His cock is rock hard, pre come trailing down the tip.

“How are you feeling?” You check in with him.

You clasp his jaw between your fingers, guiding his face so that you could look into those fathomless dark eyes of his.

“Good.” He mumbles, his head tipping back into the pillow as your thumb chases over the stubble that’s stipples across his cheek. It feels like he’s pussy drunk and you haven’t even gotten there yet. “Wanna taste you.”

Your fingers delve between your legs, coating the tips with your wetness. You smear it across the shape of his lips, his tongue traces over them before he opens his mouth, drawing your fingers inside.

“More.” He pleads when you withdraw them. “Fuck I need to get my mouth all over that sweet pussy of yours.”

He helps guide you into the position he wants you in, thighs either side of his face as his hands grasp you waist and pull you down onto his mouth. The musky scent of your arousal makes his cock fucking ache. He presses his face even deeper into your cunt and it is fucking heaven. You let out a sharp cry as his lips enclose on that ripe little bud, drawing it into his mouth, tongue flicking over it. You’re so fucking sensitive it drives him crazy, the way you tighten, the way your breath comes out in short, punctured gasps as he chases your pleasure, it’s enough to leave him wrecked.

That’s it mi reina, he thinks, ride my fucking tongue.

“Touch yourself,” You request at the height of it all. “Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

He wraps his hand around his cock, thumb smearing precum over the tip and down the head before he thrusts into his palm. It feels good, so fucking good, being surrounded by you, getting off while he chases your pleasure. He moans into your pussy, it’s a hoarse guttural sound, one of complete abandonment.

When you come, you gush, grinding down on his mouth, fingers gripping his hair. The sound that tears from your throat is so fucking loud, he thinks it’s going to wake up the whole neighbourhood. He doesn’t give a shit though because he’s coming harder than he’s ever come in his fucking life. His hips stutter as it spills out of him, his chest heaving because the ecstasy it explodes out of him, tearing through his nerve endings like a God damn IED.

It takes you a minute to catch your breath, you laugh at the exhilaration of it all.

“I’ve never done that before.” You tell him, fingertips stroking through Angel’s hair before you climb off him. You look wrecked, your cheeks flushed apricot pink, your eyes bright and vivid. He’s never seen anything so beautiful.

“Don’t leave alright?” He requests, his hand capturing yours.

You can see how much it means to him, how much it costs him to make that request because vulnerability it doesn’t come easy to Angel. It never has.

“I won’t.” You promise, squeezing his hand. “I’m just going to clean you up a little, take care of you Angel.”

“Nah, you don’t need to do that.” He tells you, propping up himself up on his elbows.

“I know.” You tell him leaning in close, your lips brushing over his. “But I want to.”

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plush-rabbit · 10 months

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Johnathan Ohnn Headcanons

Request: I have a small request myself, no pressure or obligation to complete. But could you do a similar feeling to that of the biting prompt but with someone that has a fixation on touch?

TW: picking at skin, little bit of blood mention A/N: i hope you like it!! i tried to do research on it so im sorry if it feels too like wordy!!

Johnathan will watch as you tease at your clothing or any type of fabric near you- blankets, jeans, the end of your shirts, and jackets. You scratch and pick, pulling at a thread, and twisting it tight around your finger until it snaps. He’ll watch as you scratch, digging your nail into the fabric and finding an imperfection and stretching it until your skin shows underneath. If it isn’t you finding an imperfection, it’s you creating a hole, pulling apart the threads woven together, until it spreads. Nails and hands have found themselves picking at your skin, scratching and twisting until your skin is inflamed while you stare off into space.

If you tend to pick more at objects, he isn’t entirely too worried about your habits. You’ll tear at your clothes, but it’s stuff that can be easily replaced- it’s fine. While he would rather that you don’t ruin any of your items- or his on the occasion- it's not as if you’re doing it on purpose, so he has no real complaints about it. However, then you start to pinch at your skin, and he grows worried at seeing how red and inflamed it becomes. It’s when he notices just how often you pick at your skin does he start to carry bandages with him.

When he starts to see just how often this habit of yours appears, does he actually start to question it. He never did so before in fear that you would get embarrassed by the attention, but if it has gotten to a point where he’s concerned, then he’ll start to ask. For a few days, he’ll watch your headspace, seeing where you go when you start to pick and he’s found that it comes from a lot of different occurrences. When you’re stressed, he’ll see that you’ll pick at objects- scratching and pinching. When he gave you a stress ball, he saw how your fingers pinched over the seam and just began to pull until the paint that covered the foam was torn to shreds. Sometimes, you’ll sit with him on the couch, and he’ll watch as your hands run over the shared blanket until you begin to pull at a certain patch, pulling away at the thread until whatever you found is gone. On the occasion, he’ll see how your nails scratch at a healed scar, or where you cut yourself days ago, or how you’ll teeth at your bottom lip, pulling away at the skin until your lips are raw.

If you are embarrassed about the marks, he wants you to know that it’s fine by him. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, so he understands if you want to cover up when the two of you go out or even in the comfort of your home. If you do go out without a jacket, he tries to keep one on him despite the weather. He’ll hold it or buy something at a store just to shove it in the bag- just in case you need it.

If it happens to be stress related, he’ll grab your hands and massage them, trying to distract you. Or he’ll ask you for help with a puzzle or playing a game- something to keep your mind and hands preoccupied. He never wants you to feel about what it is that you are going through, so if there’s anything that he can do to quell your anxiety, he’ll do his best to do so.

He’s a scientist, of course, he’s done his research about how to help you or what can cause your picking to heighten. With a cart full of items and a week later, he’s gotten you fidget toys that could help with your picking habits. They never last for long. You’ve tried to get into them, but either the toys are discarded after a day of you trying to get into them, or they fall apart with your constant picking. The toys can never hold your attention for very long, and sometimes, he’s witnessed how they can frustrate you which leads you to picking at your skin.

Due to some of your picking habits being due to finding imperfections, he does his best to cover your own wounds with a bandage to avoid having you look or feel them. It doesn’t always get the job done, with you often scratching and pulling at the bandage until you rip it, but he tries. The most important part to him is at least keeping you clean and making sure that you take care of yourself. He’s really hammered in the fear of wounds getting infected into you. You’ll squirm under his touch as he applies antibiotics to you, soothing over your arms or legs when you kick your legs out at the amount of time he takes to make sure things are pressed and applied properly.

A part of him wonders if you only scratch at yourself, until one day when you’re holding his hand, he feels a sharp sting at his knuckles. He looks over, and you’re still staring at the television, your fingers curling over, scratching and picking at his skin. With how much he’s learned of your habits, he’s positive that this is just second nature to you, easy as breathing. Curiosity killed the cat, and made his knuckles bloody with how long he’ll let it go on until he finally pulls away. You’ll apologize, and he feels bad for letting it go on for so long when he sees you start to shake, but he waves off your worries. You do this so often to yourself- and your stuff- that at the very least, he can take a few superficial cuts. He certainly won’t complain when you kiss his hand, and even whines when you stop kissing his wounds. When he goes back into work, he likes to joke to his coworkers that he got into a fight when they ask about his knuckles.

During intimate moments, he can feel your hands run over his body, and he waits with bated breath, head hidden between your neck and shoulder when feels your hands curl and nails pinch at his skin. You pull your hands down, marks left on his skin that you can’t stop touching. Each time that you pinch your fingers over his skin, he presses a kiss against you, growing feverish the more that you touch him, the more that you find yourself wanting to leave yourself scarred into his skin. When he lays on his side, you trace over where you’ve scratched into his skin, where freckles were torn and skin has broken, and when you press your lips against him, he wonders if the blood rushing to his chest will cause him to bleed. And when he holds your hands and kisses at your palms, he kisses at your nails tinged with pink.

When you begin to pick, he watches you, almost as if he’s studying you. You don’t even realize it, and you’ll turn to him just watching you with half-lidded eyes as his gaze is focused on your hands. It’s only then that he’ll take you into his arms and just let you run your hands up and down his arms, searching for something until you get distracted. After the Super-Collider, he thinks it’s the best thing for you. He’s so excited for you to pick at him, to see your fingers pull and stretch over one of his holes. You hum and feel his skin, mumbling under your breath and even going as far as to bite him. Jonathan grows enamored with just watching you pick his skin. A part of him is saddened that any of the marks that you’ve left before have now disappeared. There are times where he still finds himself rubbing over his knuckles or arms, trying to find where you’ve left touched him, where your hands have decorated his skin with ornate and unique prints, but he can only find spots and white.

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megalony · 8 months

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Painless- Part 3

Here is the newest part of my Henry Cavill series, any feedback would be lovely I hope you all like it. There is a lot of fluff ahead.

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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.

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(Y/n) pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she slowly walked through the reception doors and approached the desk on her left. She couldn't count the times she had walked through these doors over the years, sometimes because Toby had a fever, other times because they suspected he had broken something. A lot of the time it was when he had a fall and the school just weren't sure what to do with him when he could have no physical symptoms so there was a fifty fifty chance he was either fine or injured.

All of those times (Y/n) had walked in here for Toby specifically, this time she was here for Levi. That was something that didn't happen very often.

"Hi, I'm here for Levi Cavill." (Y/n) could feel something swirling in her stomach when she realised it was Rachel behind the desk today. From her many visits, (Y/n) had gotten to know the staff and the teachers very well, and Rachel wasn't the nicest receptionist here.

She was snotty and crude unless it was Henry who came in to collect the boys, then she was all sugar and roses and no attitude.

"Yes, he's just waiting through here."

Hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder, (Y/n) managed a tight-lipped smile and followed the older woman down the corridor on the right and over to a small office. The smile on her face morphed into a look of surprise when (Y/n)'s sight set on both the twins, not just one. Toby was waiting for her too.

"Hey boys, how we doing?" (Y/n) let her bag slide down to the floor before she knelt down in front of the pair of them.

The room they had been placed in was relatively small, much like a cleaning cupboard with a tiny desk squashed up beneath the window at the far end and two chairs against the wall on the left. Levi was sat with his head on his knees, groaning quietly while Toby was perched next to him with an arm around his shoulders.

For all their differences, the twins were close. They were identical in their features, their lean figures and tall height they inherited from Henry and his brothers. But Levi had his brown curls trimmed short whereas Toby liked to grow them longer, like Henry. And Toby had a lot of little white scars around his lips, in the corners of his eyes and littering his arms and hands from unintentionally biting and scratching himself as a toddler.

"Levi, baby, you okay?" (Y/n) smoothed her hands up and down his sides, trying to coax him to sit up and look at her and when he did, she took a sharp breath.

His nose was turning a dark shade of rouge and purple and there was dried blood smeared down his lips and chin and a wad of tissues crumpled up on his lap that looked more like a red hankie than white tissue paper.

Nobody said he'd had a nose bleed, if they did (Y/n) would have told them to sit with him and get him a cold compress because when Levi had a nosebleed, it could last for a while. All she got told was he'd had a fall and banged his head and they thought it was best if he went home early.

"You didn't mention the nosebleed," Her hands stayed on his sides but she didn't like the look she received when she turned her head to see Rachel.

"Does it matter?"

(Y/n) shook her head and took a deep breath before she looked back at her boys to see Toby smiling gently at her and Levi jotting his eyes from side to side like he was seeing spots.

"Do you feel alright, baby?"

"Yeah, I can see now and my head isn't splitting anymore."

"What did you do?"

"He tripped on someone's bag and smacked his head into the table, he blacked out for a few seconds then had the nosebleed." Toby started to swing his legs back and forth on the chair but he felt like shrinking when he watched his mum's eyes widen and her expression turned to stone. He could see her shaking with anger and her lips curl up with venom before she got up and when she stood in front of them, it made Toby feel like she was a warrior protecting them from a threat.

"I wasn't told he'd blacked out as well. The next time you call me regarding my kids, I expect the full story and to be fully informed or me and my husband will be down here having a meeting with your principal. I'm taking my boys home now."

She knew it had to be a bad fall for the school to suggest Levi go home early, they only did that regarding Toby because they didn't want to be liable for him becoming ill after a fall. But (Y/n) needed to know the full story, what if she couldn't come down soon enough and Levi passed out while he was waiting for her and Henry? What if the school hadn't decided to call her and he got worse? (Y/n) had a right to know what happened to her children.

She hooked her bag onto her shoulder before she wrapped her arms around Levi and helped him up, relieved when he seemed steady on his feet and he had a bit more colour to his cheeks now.

"Come on."

Both her hands rested on either twin's back and with a stern look, (Y/n) guided them out of the room and past reception. There was no way (Y/n) was letting Toby go back to class for another hour. She wasn't going back home to come back and pick him up in less than an hour, it wasn't worth it and it wouldn't be fair to make him stay when Levi was going home early.

Levi grinned and leaned his head on his mum's shoulder when he heard her mumble 'stupid woman' under her breath.

"Go mum, that was great."

"Are you sure you feel alright? I have a surprise for both of you, but only if you feel up to it." (Y/n) looped her arms around their shoulders and reeled them both into her sides.

"I'm okay, nosebleed stopped, just got a headache. What's the surprise?" Levi sniffed and swiped the back of his hand beneath his nose, but his eyes were full of intrigue as he stared up at (Y/n). Neither twin could imagine what kind of surprise she had in mind. It wasn't a special day, it was Friday, sure, but it wasn't anyone's birthday or a family holiday or a trip.

Usually a surprise was going out to see their grandparents or aunts and uncles or going out for a family meal. Sometimes they had the big surprises, but (Y/n) always kept those a tight-lipped secret. Like when their dad was filming away and they got a surprise trip to go visit him, none of them knew until (Y/n) packed their bags and said they were leaving right then and there. That had been a great surprise.

"It's dad! He's in the car!" Toby clapped his hands when he saw (Y/n)'s car up ahead and immediately noticed the unmistakeable figure sitting in the passenger seat. Henry was home, he had been gone for the past three days doing a mixture of training and small shoots, they weren't expecting him home until Sunday night.

"Well, your dad's just a bonus, you'll find out the real surprise soon."

Both twins ran ahead of (Y/n) to reach the car and they wasted no time in ripping open the front door to see Henry. It was a small struggle for both of them to squeeze through and clamber part-way inside so they could launch themselves onto Henry and hug him.

"Hey! Did you miss me?" Henry coiled an arm around each of them, trying not to wheeze when Levi laid half over his lap to hug him and Toby leaned on his chest with his arms around his neck. He kissed the top of their heads when a round of 'yes!' and 'of course' got muttered into his skin like prayers.

"I had a nosebleed," Levi tilted his head up enough for Henry to move his hand and cup his chin, narrowing his eyes with a frown when he saw the streaked blood on his face and his battered nose that was certainly going to swell up soon.

"Jesus, Levi, what did you do? You're gonna have a black eye you know." Henry busied himself finding the pack of wipes in the glove box and cleaned the blood away. They couldn't go out with him looking like someone had boxed him in the face.

"Fell into the table, Mr James made everyone wait outside when he thought I passed out." As horrid as he felt at the time and how awful it had been when his vision went black and his head started to spin, it had been a whirlwind. He heard everyone get evacuated out into the hallway- everyone except Toby, and Mr James had tried to sit him up and nearly choked when Levi started to speak and his vision came back to him. He almost thought an ambulance might be coming to assess him.

"The receptionist didn't tell me that," (Y/n) muttered quietly when she climbed into the driver's seat and leaned across to kiss Henry's cheek.

"Mum was great, she told her off."

"I'll bet she did," Henry quipped a smirk and glanced across at his wife before he looked back at the boys. "Right, come on get in so we can go." He patted them on the back and nudged them carefully so they could climb out and he could shut the door.

They had already picked Birdie up from nursery on the way down so they could go straight to the surprise. Levi climbed into the middle and wedged himself next to Birdie's car seat before Toby climbed in next to him and they buckled in.

"Where are we going?"

"I told you, it's a surprise, you'll have to wait and see."

"Where are we?" Both boys spoke in union as they climbed out the car and waited patiently for Henry to unbuckle Birdie and hold her in his arms. He knew she was tired and it didn't seem worth it to try and put the strap backpack on her just to walk across the car park and head inside when he could just carry her.

"You'll see when we get inside, come on." Henry kissed Birdie's head and sat her on his hip, smiling when she curled up into his chest and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She didn't care where they were, she was tired and about ready for a nap but he knew when they got inside, she would soon wake up. He held Toby's hand with his free one and they followed after (Y/n) and Levi who lead the way inside.

"Are we at a pub?" Levi leaned his head on (Y/n)'s arm when they walked through the doors. It looked like they were going out for dinner, maybe they were meeting up with family and that was the big reveal. Whatever it was, he could feel himself bubbling up with excitement at all the prospects of what they were doing and if they were meeting anyone.

Staying quiet, (Y/n) ruffled his short hair and pointed towards some doors at the back of the pub past the bar and the tables. They were coming out for dinner, but there was another reason why she had Henry had chosen to bring the kids here.

"Yes! A play area!"

Henry was quite relieved when they walked through and saw that no one else apart from the staff behind the bar were in the play area. It made things a lot easier when no one would be stood around gawking at them and no one could listen in on their conversations, especially around Toby.

The play area was a large indoor dome that had seating on the left and a large climbing area on the right. There was a ball pit, a lot of levels to climb up, some slides dotted around and foam wheels to climb through and robes to swing from and jump about in. And in the far corner, there was a softer play for toddlers like Birdie. It had a lot of foam shapes to climb on, a very small slide and ball pit and mats to crawl around on.

(Y/n) found a table near to the entrance of the play pen and sat down with all her boys following suit and Henry perched Birdie on his lap. She was tired but she was already starting to perk up when she looked around and realised what she could do here.

"You're in luck boys, no one else is here yet. Me and your dad will grab some drinks, so shoes off and go have fun."

"Wh- I can go in too?"

(Y/n) could have cried at the look of pure confusion on Toby's face but when he reached out to grab Henry's hand, she felt her chest tightening. He had been in soft play areas like this before. He had played on climbing frames in other pubs as long as someone in the family was watching over him.

But recently he hadn't been to anywhere like this. At school he couldn't do athletics or go on the climbing frame and he couldn't play football or rounders for obvious reasons. He sat and watched Levi play and it made him jealous as well as bored and restless and argumentative and both parents understood completely. They knew he deserved some fun and to be able to let off some steam and feel like a kid instead of someone who needed extra care and attention.

"It's padded foam, bud, if you fall you aren't gonna break anything." Henry pointed over to make Toby look around.

Each surface was padded with foam and colourful plastic and there were rope walkways he could climb on if he was careful. He wouldn't break something unless he had a very bad harsh fall which was unlikely. As long as he was careful not to get friction burns on the slides and didn't go too fast and bang his head on any of the plastic around the tunnels, he would be fine to let loose here.

"I can go on everything?"

"Yep. The only catch is you just have to come back out every so often for a break. If Levi starts to get hot and sweaty, you both have a drink and a sit down so you don't overheat. Other than that, get going."

Toby couldn't sweat or flush therefore he couldn't regulate his temperature and if he exercised too much without a break he could overheat his system and get a fever. As long as he took a lot of rest every ten or twenty minutes, he would be fine because otherwise he would just keep playing and playing until he was so tired that he dropped.

They used Levi as a mirror, when he started to go red and sweat or get run down then Toby knew it was time for him to have a break as well.

No more needed to be said for the twins to kick off their shoes and scramble to get into the play area and run rampid.

"Do you wanna go play, Birdie?"

"You come with me daddy?" She was already fumbling to throw her red and blue shoes on the floor before she looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Course I will,"

"Um, will you fit in there?" (Y/n) twisted around to look behind her at the toddler section. If he was going in there he would have to crouch down to get through the small gate and then he wouldn't be able to stand up in there. He might have to crawl on his knees and there was no way Henry would fit on the small platform that led over to the slide.

"Don't I always?" He was up and following Birdie with his tongue between his teeth and a catfish grin on his face that caused (Y/n) to flush. He knew that wasn't what she meant.

(Y/n) got up and got a tray of drinks from the bar, she knew the boys would want coke, Birdie would have a fruit shoot and Henry would have a beer since (Y/n) was driving today. When the drinks were all out on the table, (Y/n) kicked off her shoes and wandered over to the toddler section with a grin on her face.

Birdie was crawling along the small platform towards the slide and Henry had somehow managed to squeeze himself through into the ball pit at the bottom of the slide, waiting patiently to catch her. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, (Y/n) pressed record and watched Birdie squeal and go down the slide on her stomach. She was relieved she put a vest on the little girl this morning or she would have friction burn on her tummy.

"There's my babygirl!"

"Again, again!"

(Y/n) crawled over to the edge to be out the way when Birdie scrambled from the ballpit to go round and do it again.

"Mum, can you come in here?"

She tilted her head back to look up and saw Levi pressed up against the mesh wire edging, his purple nose poking through the square gap and a wide grin on his face. He was near the foam beams that rolled over so kids could climb under and over them like a car wash.

"Alright," She wasn't so sure it was a good idea but she found herself crawling out and trying to find the nearest entrance to the bigger play area. The last time she had gone into a big play centre with the boys she had been pregnant with Birdie and got braxton hicks in the ball pit. It wasn't fun to have to get Henry and his brother to squeeze in and hoist her up to help her out when she was stuck on her knees like she was praying.

She weaved around a pole and found a set of stairs to climb up but when she got close to Levi, he grinned cheekily before he bolted, expecting and hoping her to chase him.

He led her around a corner, through a deep red tunnel that (Y/n) had to scuffle through, thankful that it was wide enough for her but it certainly wouldn't hold Henry with his new workout regime. Then Levi grabbed a rope and swung across a small drop that had a safety net a few feet down in case any kids couldn't swing over.

"Oh, this isn't fair." (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath but just as she was about to go for it, something caught her eye.

Henry.

He was stood at the bottom with Birdie on his shoulders, his hands on her sides and a wicked grin on his face waiting for her to jump across.

"Go on babe!"

"Go mummy." Birdie clapped her hands and the pair of them watched (Y/n) grab the middle rope, take a step back and then leap forward. It had been years since she had done anything like this but (Y/n) couldn't deny how good it felt to be playing with the kids instead of worrying about them all the time. Or fearing that she was being too strict on Toby and therefore limiting Levi as well to try and even things out or get them to play fair with each other.

She reached the other side without falling on her arse or landing on her knees but she did wobble into the side and push back off the net to regain momentum and balance.

When she got to Levi, she reached out and hit his bum, shouting 'you're it' before bypassing him and trying to make a break for it.

"Mum," Toby jumped down from the climbing levels he was on when he saw her skid round the corner next to him. He didn't realise she had decided to come in and play with them but it made him smile brightly all the same.

"Levi's it, start running baby." (Y/n) let him take her hand and guide her down a different direction and they hurried over a little rope bridge that wobbled left and right as they walked. "Can I get down that?" (Y/n) eyed the blue slide warily when Toby pointed at it with a smile.

It was a curved slide and then a straight drop down into the large ballpit at the bottom, it didn't bend too much so (Y/n) wouldn't get stuck around each corner, but the slide itself looked small.

"Yeah you will, dad wouldn't though, he's massive." He buffed out his shoulders and took a deep breath to try and imitate Henry but he was too skinny to pretend he had much muscle.

"It's called muscle, baby. Alright quick before I change my mind."

Toby sat down first and (Y/n) sat behind him, coiling her legs around him and giving them a push to get them down.

Levi wasn't far behind them, by the time they landed in the ball pit and tried to scramble out the way, he was shooting down like a bullet and wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, binding himself to her back with a laugh almost identical to Henry's.

"Boys, time to take a break, come grab a drink." Henry waited near the exit to the ball pit, drifting his eyes from the boys over to Birdie to check she was actually still sat down at the table where he left her five feet away. He knew what she was like, she would run off to try and find him in a blind panic if she couldn't see him. He reached his arm out when the boys clambered out and he patted their backs, holding onto Toby's shoulder when he stuck to his side like glue.

"Henry grab her!" (Y/n) tripped trying to reach the small oval gap in the mesh to get out but she frantically pointed over to the table at Birdie.

The four year old had both hands clasped around Henry's beer bottle that was dangerously close to her lips. If she tried to drink that she would make herself sick, the one time Levi had done that as a child he threw up at least three times from the taste and bubbles.

"Birdie no, no put it down!"

Henry let go of Toby and bolted back over to the table just as Birdie took a small gulp and his raised voice sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she coughed, spilling a bit of beer down her top as a lot of it dribbled past her lips. He never used his authorative voice with her, she wasn't used to hearing him be so loud and stern.

When he reached her he snatched the bottle back and held it high up so she couldn't try and prize it away from him and with his other arm he hooked it around her waist and picked her up, sitting her back on his hip.

"You can't drink that babygirl, you'll be sick, that's daddy's drink."

He swirled the glass a little to check how much she had but she barely had a full mouthful and some of it was dribbled down onto her top so he knew she would be fine.

His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line when she started to whimper and reach her tiny hands out, whining to try and get it back even though he could tell by her expression that she hadn't liked the taste. She wanted it simply because Henry had it.

"Daddy…"

When he could see tears in her eyes, Henry tipped his head back and started to drink the beer, not stopping until he drained the full bottle in one go. He could feel the boys staring at him and Birdie reached her hands out and pawed at his neck and chest like a cat.

"Nope, all gone now babygirl, it's empty." He set the bottle back down on the table before he sat down with her on his lap and handed her the fruit shoot instead. Rolling his eyes when she huffed in disappointment. "Fine, I'll drink this too,"

"No daddy!" She almost screamed when Henry raised the small purple bottle to his lips and this time he let her snatch it back from him and start to guzzle the juice.

He leaned back in his chair, raising a brow at his little girl when she snuggled down into his chest and torso, drinking her juice like she was still a baby nursing a bottle. And when he cast his eyes over at the boys, they were looking around the play area with smiles, clearly plotting what they were going to do next.

It always set something off in Henry's chest when he looked at the differences between his boys. Levi was flushed red which mingled with his slowly bruising nose, but his cheeks were a good shade of pink, sweat was glistening on his forehead and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Toby was just panting lightly, he wasn't sweating, he wasn't flushed and the hairs on his arms weren't moving to release heat. He could spike a fever at any moment and they wouldn't know at all.

He gave no outward signs that he might be ill and that upset Henry, it was why he and (Y/n) were so careful with him, they had to be. Toby's condition was rare, there were less than a thousand recorded cases of CIPA and half of those were adults who developed it, not people who were born with it. Some kids died from this condition with undiagnosed illnesses or burns gone bad or infections.

And it always occurred to Henry as strange that Levi didn't get the same condition. They were identical twins, they shared the same DNA yet there was just one little thing different in Toby's DNA that set him apart and gave him this condition. It was like a fatal flaw he couldn't help nor get rid of.

Henry remembered when they were expecting the twins and (Y/n) was worried about telling them apart. She thought if they were identical they would get them mixed up, she fretted about finding ways to know which infant was which until they got older. It didn't take long for Toby's condition to be discovered and from that moment onwards, there was no way of getting them mixed up.

"Mum, will you go on that slide with us?" Toby pointed up to the black slide looming high at the back of the play area. It was the tallest one with a long slope and a quick curve just before the bottom.

"Uh, I don't think so baby. But your dad might fit on that one," (Y/n) glanced across at Henry and watched him furrow his brow and look between the kids and the slide they were pointing at.

"I think I'd have to lie down to fit in that slide, boys." The slides were supposed to be big enough for adults to go down them with their kids, but Henry was over six foot tall and he was broad, it might be a bit of a squeeze. But when he looked at the boys, he didn't know how to say no. "I suppose I can give it a try, let's pray I don't get stuck."

"Yes!"

"Me and Birdie will get a video for you." (Y/n) got to her feet and held her hand out for her little girl who clung to her with a broad smile.

The boys went one way with Henry stooped over behind them and (Y/n) guided Birdie round the side and towards the back where the crash mat was stuck down at the bottom of the slide. She stood far enough back so the boys wouldn't knock her over and Birdie stood at the side, holding onto the large rim of the slide and peered over, waiting impatiently for the boys to come down so she could surprise them.

It took a few minutes before the girls finally heard the excited screeches and yells from the boys thundering down the slide and (Y/n) crouched down with her phone out in front of her.

But she rolled her lips together tightly to stop herself from laughing when they all came down.

Toby was first, bumping onto the crash mat like a stone skipping on water before he rolled onto his side in fits of laughter. Half a second behind him with his legs still around Toby's hips, Levi came shooting out holding his head and cradling his nose to stop the dizziness and in case he spurted another nosebleed out of nowhere.

And a few seconds behind them, Henry's legs came into view.

"Oh fuck,"

(Y/n) cut the video before she laughed or got scolded and knelt down along with the boys as all three of them peered up into the slide. Henry almost made it out, they could see his feet and his trousers before his hands banged down on the plastic slide causing a thunderous noise to vibrate through. He wasn't exactly stuck, but he didn't quite get to the end of the slide either. He was left shuffling out of the tube with a flushed face and raised brows, just daring any of them to laugh.

"Are you stuck daddy?" Birdie chirped happily as she leaned around the slide and slowly crawled into the end.

"No I am not stuck," He gruffed but his face softened when his girl crawled across and took his hand before she started toddling back out the slide, pulling him with her as if she had the strength and momentum to actually drag him out all by herself. "Thank you princess," His voice mellowed and he rolled onto his knees so he could stand up and he smiled when Birdie took his hand again and stood by his side.

"Sweetheart, I did-"

"Don't you dare," Henry pointed his finger at (Y/n) and she held her hands up, swallowing her laugh as she nodded. Telling him I told you so was only going to make him feel embarrassed.

"Too much muscle, dad." Toby whispered quietly with a nod of his head before he turned to face his mum, unable to contain his laughter any longer.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #imagine #henry x reader #dad! henry #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff #painless

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lemony-and-zesty · 3 months

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Can we see more of hitman John Dory’s scars?

Also where did he get them?

Like are a majority of them from him being a hitman? Did he get some out in the NeverGlades? Are some from him being in a very bad part of a city?

Also how does everyone react to the scars?

Alrighty!! I was so excited about this question I had to draw it out :D!!!Here’s a full body of him w/o his puffy clothes :] (also i think im funny givin him heart undies 😭😭)

Most of his big scars are from the Neverglades. The one on his face in particular is the reason he ended up in that city. It ended up getting infected and he had to get it treated, lest he lose an eye (or both 😬)

That and the two big ones on his shoulder and stomach are from two different beast attacks while he was out there.

Now his ear.

A troll bit a decent chunk off :(,, he doesn’t blame them - it was self defense after all - but it hurt like a bitch

Now the last scars of note are the various scratches on his arms and legs,, those are from,,, trying to clean blood off himself which I mentioned can go very poorly if he’s havin a rough day :(

Any not mentioned are just from being around not so safe people.

As for how the others react? I might put that in a different post :)! Partly cause this is getting long and partly cause I wanna nail it down cause it’s very important to me actually

#zesty posts #hitman!john dory #john dory #trolls band together

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its-tea-time-darling · 2 months

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things i did NOT like about shadow and bone (netflix):

the darkling looks Old. he's supposed to look the same age as all the other main protagonists. this highlights alina's future of staying the same & young where everyone around her dies. it also blurs the line between good and evil more bc 'oh he's the older bad guy' is just such an easy solve. also while ben barnes is a snack imo the darkling was supposed to have a more alluring, youthful magnetism.

making genya's scars barely a few scratches. she's supposed to objectively have lost her former self perfected beauty!!! this is a thing!!! she doesn't just have some deep scars, she's supposed to look hideous at first sight, where is show adaptation teams' courage to show characters that are supposed to be mutilated as just that???? i promise audiences can survive on literally everyone else on the cast being very stereotypically pretty/handsome 🙄🙄🙄🙄

changing wesper's storyline so that they had a one night stand before canon sets in??? what kind of bullshit is that??? fucking robbing me of the "just girls?" -"not just girls" gay ANgST will they won't they, does jesper like him too, will they ever - BAM. KISS. !!!!!!! succession??? making wylan cute and awkward does NOT compensate their book storyline At All what were those show writers thinking??? 😭😭

this one i will forgive but i still rly liked it in the books so im a tad sad they didn't manage to include it: that alina has a time where she thinks she is morozova's second daughter's descendant. in many respects she has learned she is Special, and the shame she feels when she realizes this isn't another one of these cases, this isn't a way to finally show her A Path, that in this respect she is ordinary and mal is tied to fate that way, that's just such a good touch.

malina going seperate ways. what happened to "they had an ordinary life full of ordinary things--if love can ever be called that."????? "choice is true north" my ASS 😤😤😤😤 malina have always been in love and will always be in love idc abt the firebird amplifier thing that was just sth they had to do they've always been people and they've always loved each other there is no way around it

things i DID like about shadow and bone (netflix)

david and genya. specifically the delivery of the lines "I … I don’t understand half of what goes on around me. I don’t get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal. Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing. You don't need fixing."

genya telling the queen how she poisoned the king, and genya spitting at nikolai how his apologies are of no use and that he needs to prove a better king. generally just genya. 💞

nikolai sending his mother away + what he says to her.

all the malina flashbacks to the meadow <33

malina last night together 😳😳 they love each other sm!!!!!

the scene at morozova's home. baghra sharing her past, all the reveals happening there, and of course the darkling weeping over his mother's body. "know that i loved you. know that it wasn't enough." like OkAY.

sankta neyar's speech. so deeply touching, and doesn't just apply to immortals but to all of us who have been hurt and suffered loss before.

the darkling begging alina to let him be her monster. A+ delivery.

"How will you have me? Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch? I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all." generally the entirety of kanej in this show. inej's hallucination. the mirroring to the last scene. breathtaking showstopping flawless.

little rabbit.

#shadow and bone #that's all for now #who is late to the party by several months? it's TEA 😃🎉🎉🎉🎉#txt #shadow and bone netflix #sab #six of crows #soc #wesper #malina #kanej #long post

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kyojurosprettygirl · 8 months

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Hi hi hello! May I request a fluffy Genya x fem!reader?

Something like he got injured during a mission and she gos to visit him at the butterfly estate to surprise with slices of watermelon to cheer him up! ((Cuz you know that’s his favorite!)) maybe even gentle kisses on his fresh new scars? Idk just anything sweet and fluffy! I’ll be happy either way!^^✨

a/n: HOW CUUUUTEEEE!!! im such a sucker for Genya content (>_<) i love ur idea and i hope you enjoy reading this. this is inspired by summertime sadness since, watermelons r a summer fruit, no? (UvU) Also, tumblr deleted the post so i had to copy and paste, but i don't know if it chipped some things off. LET ME KNOW!

late is better than never .

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

as the sun slowly crept its way into view, Genya had realized then he had once again missed one of my your dates. he holds as many wounds as he can with his one useful arm tighter and winces, cursing himself for doing this to you. he stands for a moment, thinking how he could make it up to you.

you gasp as you gently wrapped your arms around genya's and pulled him toward you, leaning your head onto his shoulder. "Genya look!" you point ahead. "huh?" he looks curiously to where your pointing and immediately sees what your seeing, you both look at each other and smile big, running towards the watermelon stand. the old couple running the stand knowingly look at each other and laugh, standing up and readying themselves to greet you and genya. they quickly thought of how they were once young and in love, you and genya easily making them reminisce their teenage love. once you were standing infront of the couple, you excitedly spoke to them, any anxiety leaving your body. "I hadn't realized they were in season!" you smiled wide, the old lady nodded at you, her smile never leaving her face. "well they are, my dear! would you and your boyfriend like a slice? on the house!" you gasped and held your cheeks, disregarding the boyfriend comment. "your serious?" she nods and pushes the tray toward you. you gently grab the prettiest slice and push it towards genyas face. "say ah" genyas ears turn red and he opens his mouth, allowing you to feed him. he also disregards the boyfriend comment. his eyes widen and any nervousness he had before had completely left him, the slice tasted amazing. he gently grabs the slice from your hands and feeds it to you, and your eyes widen back at him. he laughs at yours and his expression, "it's the best isn't it?" he says, and you nod. "the best i've ever had!"'you eat more of the slice, "we should get an entire melon! no, let's get three! two for you and i to share and one to share with the others!" as you and genya speak of the melon, the old couple look fondly at the scene. "she reminds me of you my dear," the old man says, she snickers and looks at her husband, "and he reminds me of you, always behind me waiting for me to speak for you." they share a laugh, and as you reach into your pocket, genya steps infront of you and looks at the old couple, "how much for the entire stand" you gasp and grab his arm, "genya!" the old lady laughs and the old man widens his eyes, "are you serious?" the man says, genya scratches his neck. "well, not really." he looks to the side, and takes out as many coins as he has, "but i'll take as much as i can get." before the couple says something you take some of your coins out as well, placing them down with genyas, before he can say something you move your hands to form a 'shut your mouth' motion and look at the couple, "this will get us more right?" you and genya left with two woven baskets full of melons, each one holding 7, leaving the old couple with two melons left to sell. he wouldn't let you carry even one melon to make the load easier. "let's do this again" genya says, smiling at you, you nod and smile big, "we should! i had a lot of fun today" he shyly looks away and grabs your hand, "how about next week?"

it's the third week he's said that.

"-r arm." genya snaps out of his thoughts and looks next to him, it's Tanjiro. "huh?" genya says, looking at Tanjiro will his full attention. tanjiro smiles, a warm aura oozing out of him, trying to calm down after the hard fight. "i was saying if i could bandage your arm" genya looks over at his arm as tanjiro points, his blood is practically decorating the floor. but before he could answer a sharp pain hits his rib. his vision gets blurry as his breathing becomes labored and he begins to pass out, your shadowy figure filtering his vision just before he closes his eyes.

he wakes up in one of the rooms in the butterfly estate, it's about noon and the comfort he feels pisses him off. he shouldn't be there, he should be apologizing to you, again. he looks to his side, the action hurting, and he sees Tanjiro speaking to some of the girls in the butterfly estate. "is y/n going to be here?" Tanjiro said, already aware of genyas affections towards you. one of the butterfly girls nod, "y/n should be coming soon, she mentioned she had slept late when she came by in the morning so we sent her back home to rest a little longer. Aoi sent someone to get her." guilt begins to eat at his heart, you had waited for him the entire night, regardless of the fact that you had promised to help the girls clean in the morning, "i see," tanjiro says, looking at genya. he jumps at seeing his eyes open, "your awake!" he smiles, "what a relief," tanjiro says. genya nods and closes his eyes, sighing, "what a relief," he says back. he opens his eyes and sits up, one of the girls quickly rushing to his side, "slowly genya! your ribs are still broken, you have to take it easy." he grumbles, rolling his eyes. he sits up fully and looks around the room, "can i be alone for a moment." he pauses, "please." and they all nod, leaving him be. "Aoi is almost done with the food, so you should be getting your lunch soon." one of the girls says, smiling before he closes the door. he looks over himself and noticed many fresh scares adorning his flesh, and he can't decide wether to love or hate them. they look and feel ugly, but he feels a little stronger than before, a familiar feeling of weakness creeping up his chest. he won't amount to sanemi, ever, and these scars make him feel ugly, not strong like they usually do.

Aoi hands you the plate of food, warning you that it's hot and to be careful. you quickly brush her off and thank her as you barge into genyas room. as he prepares to cuss out the person who came in against his wishes, he calms down as he sees you and looks away. he can feel his throat get tight and his eyes gloss over. you exhale in relief but your movement remain frantic, excitedly running to him. you close the door and rush to put his food on the table next to him, placing the box you held behind you and straddling his legs carefully. you grab his face and make him look at you, and since he can't bring himself to push you away, he just holds onto your wrists tightly for support. your hair is messy and not done in its usual style as your eye bags remain prominent and your face is puffy, a telltale sign that you had just woken up. he looks at your lips and sees they're still a tad bit glossy, not allowing himself to continue to look at them. it feels like a punishment, but the feeling dies out as he looks at your cheeks and nose. your cheeks a tinged with pink, and your nose is still sun burnt from the time you'd gone to the markets together. your hands are warm against his cold skin, and he leans into your touch. you smile wide in disbelief and a few tears roll down your face. he moves his hands to wipe them as they come down , his brows furrowing. "no no no, don't cry, please.." his throat is tighter than ever and he swallows every word he was thinking of saying, he wants to cry with you. you close your eyes and hug him softly, a great contrast to your usual bone crushing one's, and feel all around him. his hand gently makes its way up to your head, and he cradled it, digging his fingers into your hair. "just-" you choke out, "you're alive. your physically here, oh my god." you pull away, although hesitantly, and take him in. he was wearing a loose patient shirt, and it gave a full view of his arms and neck. you rested your fingers on the buttons of it, and looked at him. your eyes met his, 'can i?' he nods, his eyes speak for him, 'you can do whatever you desire.'

you unbutton it he lets you see his upper body freely. you can see many fresh wounds, some bandaged and some are already scarred, his demon powers you think. he shrinks into himself as you gaze and you nod no, "you're beautiful, genya." you exhale, and push him down slowly in a means to not irritate his wounds. "i was worried sick," you cry, he continues to wipe every tear that makes its way to your chin, "when Aoi woke me up, and told me what happened, i wanted to scream," you hold his hand and lean in, "i was so pissed-" you choke, "why didn't she tell me right away? why did she wait until you were stable to tell me, i mean-" you breathe in, "what if something had happened during your treatment, and i had spent my time sleeping through it," you shake your head. "i would never forgive myself, im supposed to be with you through it all, through every second ." he nods at you, "but i'm okay." he says, and you laugh. "you're okay, yes." you sniffle as you smile but frown soon after, "they were surprised you survived. a lot of blood loss, i saw all the bloody rags outside.. i felt my heart drop to my stomach genya." he can only imagine how he'd feel if he was in your place. "im just glad the news i got of you was that you were expected wake up, and not your time of death." he takes a hand off your face and holds your hand. he hasn't smiled at all, and his gaze is distant. you move your head, and kiss his palm gently. he blushes and as his lips part in shock he shuts it when you lean into his chest. you take a second to hear his heartbeat and when you feel it's enough you kiss the spot. he debates on holding his breath or not. you slowly get up and trace the new scars, kissing them when your finger meets the end. and you do this all over his chest, stomach and arms. "i don't know how you do it," you softly say. "all these," you kiss the biggest scar, "and you still remain standing. Tanjiro told me how long you held out, i really don't think i'd ever be able to do it." you grab his arm with the most wounds and sob, "they make you look so tough," you giggle as you squeeze his bicep after noticing the muscle flex when you grabbed it, "gyomei fed you well, didn't he" he blushes and exhales a small laugh. mainly out of disbelief. you kiss all over his arm gently, and begin to give him butterfly kisses up to his neck. you begin to position yourself comfortably and rest your head in the crook of his neck to continue to give him butterfly kisses. you place your hand on his heart and he places his hand over it, not wanting you to take it off. he wraps his arm over your shoulder and pushes you closer into him as he kisses your head, letting it linger for a second more.

you both lay there for a moment before you suddenly gasp. "Genya your food!" you push yourself up too fast for his liking. you grab his food

and set everything up as you help him sit up. before you can feed anything to him he grabs your hand. "i need to apologize." he whispers, and you lean your head in confusion. "what do you mean?" you say,

"last night," he pauses, " i left you waiting." your mouth forms an 'o. "you're here now, aren't you? you were only a few hours away from me, if i had waited just a li-" he clamps his hand over your mouth, shaking his head no "you shouldn't have needed to wait, y/n" he is serious, and you know he feels guilty, he isn't being playful with you like he usually is. he takes his hand off your face "i would wait forever for you." you whisper. he silently winces and his chest tightens. "you're only a day late genya.. your here with me. better than never right?" he nods. "i forgive you, genya, but i promsie you i do not mind." you begin to grab the utensils to feed him, "were slayers, and you're a higher rank, i knew what i signed up for. it's okay." you feed him a piece of his food, and he realizes that it's true. he had nothing to worry about, your understanding nature quickly eased his worries, why was he so worried. "i forgive you, because i know you'd never do it intentionally." he nods again. "you're my happiness genya." you smile at him. "oh! one more thing." you reach behind you and the box you had, watermelon slices overtaking his vision. you smiled wide, " cut some melon up for you!" he hugs you tight, albeit suddenly, and when he pulls away he kisses you. it was a lingering kiss when he pulled away, and he takes you in, the sun rays peeking in from the blinds making you look even more beautiful than before. "i love you, and i've been wanting to tell you for a while now." he blushes and you follow in suit, " love you too.." and you hug him again, knocking the wind out of him, "oh sorry sorry! i forgot.." you say. he waves his hand 'it's okay' and you both share a laugh.

that night, you and him had danced under the moonlight right outside of the estate. not that he knew how, but he wanted to spend the night with you in any way possible, eager to be close to you. it was a sight that had made shinobu smile fondly at you both, thinking of how he could bring it up to gyomei when he sees him again. you had worn the clothing he bought you, and he spend the entire night telling you what you missed, ready to listen to what he had missed from you. it was late, but neither of you needed to wake up early the day after.

funfact! every time watermelons are in season, the old couple awaits yours and genyas return. when the summer you and genya hadn't shown up came, they had a hard time closing for the night, telling themselves you and genya had simply moved.

right before closing, Sanemi came over and bought their entire stand, cutting and giving the watermelon out with Giyuu to the village kids.

they had intially mistakened him for Genya, asking where you were, and Sanemi had to sadly explain that you and genya were no longer alive.

Since then, the couple gave flowers to Sanemi for him to place on yours and his graves, until one summer their stand was never put up.

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sambvcks · 2 years

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wanting was enough (for me it was enough), e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie munson is not used to being someone’s first choice

warnings: some cursing, self-isolation/hatred (by eddie), some talks of what transpired in s4, nightmares, talk of having children (not detailed)

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: sabs be inspired by something other than taylor swift challenge failed once again. this is for @elegantpaperoperatormaker ’s eyes only. yall can read it but it was written for them. also sorry if this doesn’t make any sense/has no plot, i have covid and im delusional :(

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You could not think of a better way to spend a summer than with Eddie Munson. The bonfire talks, the late-night listening sessions and movie marathons. He showed you every scar he had accumulated, pale skin even paler where monsters had sunk into flesh. You grew tanner under the Indiana sun, war torn freckles dotting faces and wrinkles settling into the corners of your eyes as you squinted during lakeside rendezvous.

Eddie would whip his wet hair at you, like an excitable dog, as you cut sandwiches on the diagonal and plated lukewarm slices of seedless watermelon.

It was easy, spending every waking moment with him. At one time, you’d thought you’d never get another one with him. So, you savor every second he has now. Scars and all. And it had started out friendly enough.

Simple acquaintances turned soldiers turned something else. It was hard to remember when sleepovers turned into stolen glances, when glances turned into actions. Somewhere between burnt marshmallow smiles and silent comforts after nightmares he had made a move. Really, you both did. Desperate for something more than friendly touches you kissed beneath thin bedsheets, legs tangled and teeth knocking as you fought smiles and demons together.

Then, another shift.

As June turned to July, which then turned to August, Eddie grew cold with the weather. As you layered on heavy cardigans, he shrugged you away.

The once inviting smiles were reserved, there was a distance even as you huddled so close together. He did his best to hide it, still scratching nails against your scalp and pressing kisses wherever he could. But the nightmares were becoming more frequent, and he hid them – something he’d never done before. He found excuses, reasons to keep you at arm’s length. It was a challenge, with your lives so closely intertwined now, but he still managed to go days now without you.

All at once, you’d had enough.

“C’mon, Eds. The cold shoulder, it’s a dirty trick.”

He shrugs, occupying himself with scrubbing the last bit of food from the sink full of dishes.

“Is it-is it me? Did I do or say something? Are you, like, tired of me?”

“No! God, never. I could never be tired of you. Don’t even begin to think like that.”

“Then what’s going on? And none of that ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ shit.”

He heaved a heavy sigh, hand working at the flesh of his face. He looked exhausted, something he had attributed to the shift to autumn when you asked if he was getting enough sleep – not really an answer kind of answer.

“I just-” He hesitated, watching you fiddle with the frayed edge of his bedsheet. He thought of the countless nights you had tangled your legs in them, limbs thrashing as you recoiled from wiggling fingers digging at your sides. He thought of your neck, arched for his viewing pleasure as he pressed sloppy, open mouth kisses and blew cold air over wet skin, cackling at your echoing shrieks. “I know this won’t last.”

Your brow furrowed further, mouth falling into a deeper frown, and Eddie scrambled to piece together every waking nightmare he had hid from you.

“I made peace with the fact that you aren’t mine past August. That one day you’ll meet a guy worthy of everything you are, and I’ll just be some fun summer fling you had that led to that moment. I’ll only ever be a prefix to something better. And I’m okay with that as long as you end up happy.” He said, easy. Like he was reciting every word from practiced memory.

There wasn’t a sadness, either. There was a finality. Eddie Munson would never be someone’s first or final choice. To everyone in his life, he’s the kid that got dumped on their doorstep. Or who fell into an interdimensional hole with them. Or was forever stuck in their remedial math class.

Destined to live and die in Hawkins, Indiana.

“I mean, shit. I go back to high school this month. Dustin will probably graduate before I do. How pathetic can you get?”

But that’s not the Eddie you had met this summer.

Eddie is torn jeans and the same beat-up pair of trainers, He is cigarette smoke on a cold lakeside evening and the store brand coffee his uncle brews extra strong, always sipped from a different mug. He is every comfort you have ever felt, wrapped up in a single entity of warmth and flushed skin. His freckles are your faraway stars, and you are so grateful that you do not need a telescope to admire each one.

He is here. Right here. And sometimes you have to grab a fistful of his shirt or hook a finger into the chain of his jeans just to be sure. You weren’t used to beautiful things turning into constants. And Eddie Munson was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

He’d been the one to offer to hot wire your car in the rain, when you had no one to call. He’d used a portion of his earnings buying the name brand cat food for the strays that liked your trailer the best, hating that you looked so sad when you couldn’t shell together the money on your own.

“Eds, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Okay, harsh-”

“You think I’m not in this for the long run? Like I don’t fall asleep thinking about what our life is going to be like, what our kids will look like? This isn’t some summer fling. This is it, babe. There’s nothing better out there.”

Now, it was Eddie’s turn to look completely baffled. He falls into the bed next to you, mattress bouncing and sheets crinkling further. He eyes his room, the mess he lives in filled with smoke faded posters and wallpaper and wonders: someone’s choosing this?

Then, you. He’d been to hell and back with you and you’d still found some way to throw in a cringey one liner between swinging bats and reloading pistols. You’d laid shoulder to shoulder with him in that rickety boat and made him not forget what was happening but find some peace in it if it led you your hair falling beside his, fingers entangled. He’d be hunted ten times over if this was his ending, he decided.

“Kids, huh?”

“Oh, shut up. I change my mind.”

“No! No take backs, babe. I want little Eddie Jr. by next fall!” And he’s pushing you into the mattress, feeling dumb not for failing history again but for ever thinking of you as just another person that would leave him. Sure, he didn’t have the best track record in that category, but as he felt you completely give yourself up to his ministrations, he thought that maybe his luck was finally taking a turn.

And, if you really pressed him on the matter, he thought August was a lovely name for a little girl.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader

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fallenclan · 5 months

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random cat-specific headcanons

or i guess. canons. since im the guy who made the clan.

-silverbelly is extremely soft on any cat/kit that joined the clan young. especially if they're around the same age she joined the clan, 3 moons. she always takes extra care to show them around camp and assure them if they ever need medical attention she wants them to come and tell her, and she promises she'll help. because of this, a lot of cats who joined the clan young are also very soft on her in return, and will sometimes just come to the medicine den to hang out.

-Wormshade has TERRIBLE allergies. the worst. in newleaf his nose gets extremely itchy and he keeps scratching it even when Flyspots keeps telling him not to. sometimes it makes the scar on his nose hurt from all the itching, poor fella. his kids (Beefreckle & Mothspots) make fun of him endlessly for this.

-on the topic of FlyWorm. flyspots absolutely BEGGED wormshade to name their kits after bugs when they came along. wormshade wanted to name one of them after Nick, but agreed that Nickkit was a weird name and they went with bugs instead.

-Maplestar & Applebranch both forget that Honeygleam is dead sometimes. every so often they'll be hanging out and instinctively go to say something to him and find he isn't there.

-Silverbelly still has some of the dried herbs that were always stuck in Stormsight's pelt. she found them on her fur after the vigil and tucked them away in a little crevice. sometimes when she's really missing him she'll lie down and rest her face on them.

-about 80% of the clan is under the impression that Juniperfoot, Myrtleclaw, and Sandsnap are dating. this includes Ospreyswipe (Juniper's brother).

-when Hawkwish lost her leg, Applebranch helped her with her physical therapy, giving her tips on how to improve her balance after losing a limb. this brought them really close, and now sometimes Hawkwish will go to the elder's den after a long day and hang out with her grandma, who is happy to listen to her vent, chatter on about nothing, or just sit in silence and wash her granddaughter's ears.

-Eaglestripe & Hawkwish were never very close to Rabbitpounce. he didn't mean to have kits with Molesong, and (with Molesong's permission) wasn't really interested in raising them. he was more like the socially awkward uncle to them than a dad. despite this, Rabbitpounce was the one who gave Eaglestripe her full name when she went to receive it at the glow-cave.

-Willowsplash and Bub are the WORST EVER cats to get in an argument with (closely followed by Bluefern, Evie, & Newtscar). they will not only verbally tear you to shreds (backing each other up the entire time) but they find any and all attempts at retaliation funny. absolutely infuriating couple that loves to get silly with it.

-Bluefern and Newtscar were best friends since they were kits. they grew up in the nursery together, and then they were apprentices together. when Evie joined the clan, they would sometimes laugh about how they both had a crush on him, and along the way, they realized they both had a crush on each other, too. they became mates with the hope that Evie would soon join them.

-Waspflight often feels overshadowed by her siblings, but covers up this insecurity with an energetic personality, and lots and lots of jokes. she had a little crush on Salmonskip when they were apprentices, but grew to see her more as a sister when Salmon and Moosefall started to date.

-Mossfrog isn't sure how she feels about possibly being deputy one day. she knows that a lot of the clan expects her to, since she was always a prodigy and graduated so early, but she's terrified of the idea of being in charge of an entire clan, even if she does like the idea of being able to look after them. sometimes she wishes she could be deputy without the expectation of being leader.

-most of the cats around his age have a crush on Myrtleclaw. hes charming like that.

-out of all of her siblings, Hailcrash was always the least close with Moonstep. they got along, sure, but they weren't best friends--despite this, she still relies on him a lot, even if she's a little older than him (Moonstep is the youngest of all Toro's kits).

-Maplestar was always the leader of the bunch (the bunch being him, Honeygleam, Applebranch, Silverbelly, & Dawnshine) when they were young. he was the most mature, and a good decision maker, so he often found himself reining in Honey, Dawn, and Apple's chaos, and stepping up when Silver was too shy to. because of this, they would sometimes jokingly call him Maplestar. Applebranch always secretly thought he'd make a great leader; turns out she was right.

-Boulderstep still sometimes worries that clanborn Fallenclan cats don't trust him, since he came from a clan that was, at the time, at war with them. Fallenclan is on better terms with Shallowclan now, but he still makes a point to avoid their borders, and not mingle with any Shallowclan cats at gatherings.

-on the topic of gatherings. the first gathering that Maplestar attended as leader, he almost called it quits and went home. he still thinks that he's never felt as awful as he did in that moment, as all the clans watched him step out of the crowd and jump to the top of the gathering rock, where his father had stood for as long as most cats could remember. the only thing that kept him there was Applebranch grinning at him from the crowd, even as she cried.

-though Sorrelstem still misses Otterslip, the memory of him has become less soft over time. she never went out looking for him (though she often wanted to), but she always told her kits that he was on the right side of history. sometimes, as time went on, she wondered if that was true.

-Teddyfluff was glad that Otterslip got exiled. he gave him the creeps. he would rather die than admit this to his beloved wife.

-Crowflame tries not to show it, but sometimes he's insecure about his scars. he's easily the most scarred cat in the clan, and some cats (especially kits and apprentices) will stare at him, or make a remark. Blizzardfang (his mate) has become excellent at figuring out when he's feeling especially awful. if complimenting how handsome he looks that day doesn't work, she'll simply stand on his scarred side and press up against him until her fur covers the injury. he pretends to be mad, but secretly loves being close to her.

-Yewberry has a very short temper. Brambletuft has helped him soften it a little, but he still finds himself set off by some things--particularly if any cat brings up Otterslip. he'll snap at them to shut up and forget about the past, and usually stalk off. more lighthearted things that make him mad are when Ivybounce calls him "little brother" (he's only a few minutes younger, thank you very much) or when people laugh about how much bigger Brambletuft is than him (he is NOT that small. fuck you).

i will be doing more of these. peace & love forever

#fallenlore #i need a better word than canons though. just lore?

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