#I can travel now and wander but I maybe what hurts most is knowing I can't go home

[whorediaries-09]

I’ve been thinking alotttt about rivals! Remy where him and r have been hooking up but the r starts gaining feelings for rem and distants herself but rem is just like “what the hell?” And then they like admit their feelings when rem corners her one day curious😩

i'm sorry this took so long, but i hope you like this!!

friends;

pairing- remus lupin x reader warning(s)- cigarettes, alludes to sex, hurt/comfort. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- academic rivals to lovers is so precious to me you don't understand.

little train

' girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone i'm not ready, eyes heavy now,'

'i can't believe i've to work with your pathetic ass,' he rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. your eyes wandered over to the burn marks on them, probably from all the joints he smoked. you could hear his friends laughing behind his back. even peter, the quietest and the most tolerable of the lot, was laughing. you scowled, tilting your head to meet his eyes,

'i don't remember you saying that last night. you said i've a perfect ass. maybe you have a problem of short term memory loss?' in an instant, you saw his cheeks reddening and eyes widening comically when he registered your words. his hand slapped upon your mouth, trying to shut you up.

he received a flying paper ball on his head. he turned his head around to find sirius waving his index finger at him

'not in class, moony.' he said, as peter tried not to laugh. he was measuring the ingredients written on the blackboard.

'hello my lovely students!' slughorn's overly cheery voice rang throughout the classroom. the class sang him a dull good morning. it was winter after all, most of the students wanted nothing but to snuggle up in bed within the folds of their cozy blankets drinking hot chocolate. the only energetic person was sirius, and he sang,

'good morning sluggy!' slughorn knitted his eyebrows together at the nickname but didn't say anything.

'good morning, mr. black. i see you've preferred to follow the rules for once and sit on the desk assigned to you.' sirius shrugged his shoulders, batting his eyelashes.

'you and i, we're the best matchmakers, mr. slughorn. we're a team,' what he meant, the saints knew. perhaps that would be taking a step too far, because by the slight smirk on slughorn's face, he knew what sirius meant.

'mr. black, i prefer the student and professor dynamics between us better,' he replied, scratching his eyebrow with his fingernail. sirius groaned mockingly.

'okay class, settle down. we're making amortentia today.' raising your hand, you questioned,

'the love potion?'

'yes, exactly the love potion. of course no magic is as powerful to be able to imitate real love. however, it does create a powerful infatuation, with the person who gave it to the drinker. the scent varies based on what the person likes. it's a very complicated potion to make, but anyone who makes the perf-'

his speech was interrupted by a famished lily evans who was as red as her hair and a grinning james potter. her tie was loose, dangling off her collar and his hair was ruffled. lily's usually nicely ironed uniform was full of wrinkles.

'oh wow! head boy and head girl late to class!' slughorn scowled. by the look on his face, however, he was regretting his choice to let the ever infatuated james potter and the stubborn lily evans sit together.

'just sit down the both of you!' he scolded and they entered the classroom, lily's bag almost spilling parchment and ink bottles. slughorn coughed and continued,

'so as i was saying, who ever makes the perfect love potion gets-' he put his hand into his pocket, pulling out a little bottle full of a clear liquid. '-this. can anyone tell me what this is?'

'felix felicis.' sirius said. further words conversation wasn't recorded by your mind when remus bent down, whispering in your ear,

'do you think they hooked up?' you eyes widened as you looked at him. your eyes unconsciously travelled down to his chapped lips. the taste still remained on your tongue.

'do you like- actually think before speaking? james potter and lily evans hooking up! lily would rather die, he hates the guy.' remus shrugged his shoulder, a small smirk on his lips.

'i mean, look at us, we hate each other but the other day you wouldn't let me stop eating you out-'

'oh please shut up! just get the fucking ingredients!' he smiled, as you try to hide your face with you hair, suddenly very intrigued by your book.

'okay madam,' he said, mock saluting.

*-

after a lot of banter and distractions you ended up with a potion which only looked seconds away from an explosion. there was certainly no 'mother of pearl' sheen or any rising steam in a characteristic spiral. even pearl dust couldn't save the disaster of a potion.

'oh god why did i have to work with you!' you gripped your hair with your fingers, almost pulling them off as you sat down on the chair, chewing on your lip.

'my grades will go down!' you snapped. he turned around, a wince on his face.

'so will mine. this shit is team work and if your grades go down, so will mine.' he stated. you rolled your eyes as he sat down beside you, his palm on your shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

'i shouldn't be comforting my academic rival but guess if you low, i go lower.' your ears perked up at the term. 'academic rival.' he didn't even consider you a friend. that's all you were to him, an academic rival, a benchmark to cross, a quick fuck when he was tired. you gulped slowly. suddenly, your throat felt very dry. you stared into his eyes, trying to decipher something, but trust god to give remus lupin the most dead eyes known to mankind.

'ohhh! we have a winner!' slughorn's voice pulled you from your thoughts. your head snapped to the source of commotion, expecting to find lily to be the winner- but it was sirius.

'mr. black, this felix felicis is yours,' he threw a charming grin to all the flushed young ladies and lads as his fingers wrapped around the little bottle. most of the girls and boys almost swooned at his antics, and some could be found a few seconds from fainting when he winked.

'get it padfoot!' james cheered. lily disapprovingly hit james' head with her book. james scowled.

'i want everybody to come and tell me what they smell in here. let's start with mr. black,' he smiled, staring at the eager faces of the young ladies and lads who surrounded him as if he was a trophy.

'i smell petrol, rain and my favorite tea. i can also smell..uh cherry flavored shampoo, and my cologne.' it was nothing very interesting. neither of them used cherry shampoo. and it wasn't just a flying rumor that sirius black rode a motorcycle.

'ah, good, good.' slughorn praised, patting his back. his eyes wandered about in the room before they stopped at your direction.

'okay yes, now you,' he said, instructing you to smell the potion. internally you called him an old cow. externally you smiled, a little more than actually required, and too fake to be a real smile. no comments were passed when you walked up to the front of the classroom, smelling the potion.

'ah- so i smell parchment, ink, coffee, vanilla....cigarettes and dark chocolate.' you stumbled upon your words when you found remus looking at you intently. you tried to ignore the burning gaze and how the blood rushed into your cheeks. slughorn coughed slightly,

'okay, now next student!' he clapped his hands together, trying to cut through the sudden tension in the room. you moved away from the smoking cauldron, walking towards your chair. sitting down, you pondered.

cigarettes? damn you, you hated cigarettes! you'd been reluctant to try one for the first time, but trust remus to roll you the perfect blunt and manipulate you to try it in the best way possible. you remembered coughing up the smoke onto his face.

dark chocolate? sure you enjoyed it here and there but it wasn't certainly something you loved. you wanted to rip out your hair.

the realization had been lingering upon your head from the last few weeks, but you didn't want to act upon it. a lot of people mistake lust for love. you were a teenager high on hormones, hooking up with remus lupin, your biggest academic rival- of course you were bound to mistake lust for life.

perhaps the heated kisses within the shadows of dark nights, the way his hands lingered upon your body, making you feel alive as he touched you down to your core, the heat crawling under your skin, dizzying your mind, the way he begged to touch you, to feel you meant more than just lust. perhaps it was closeted love. but it didn't mean good news. having a crush was fine, but falling for remus john lupin was bad news. it meant heartbreak, a new rumor for the nosy students of hogwarts.

so you did the best thing that came in your mind to maintain your feelings and keep your heart in control. it wouldn't be very effective, considering remus was your partner in potions for the year, but you'd try your best. no hooking up, just necessary conversations. all you had to do was ignore him. the less you saw him, the better.

*-

remus looked up to your face, his sweaty strands of hair sticking onto his forehead. his calloused hands gripped your waist as he thrust his hips upwards. you bent down, brushing his lips against yours. you held down his hands, pinning them above his head. he tried to crane his neck to kiss your lips, but you didn't allow him holding his hands tighter.

slowly, torturously slow you started rotating your hips. he arched his back, moaning your name, his fingers trying to grasp the fabric of the head board.

'god, you feel so fucking good,' he moaned. you smirked, your tongue swiping over your teeth.

'i know,'

suddenly, his face started to distort, and he started laughing at you. weird, that is not how you remembered that night. he was jerking you, before everything went hazy and your vision started blackening and you saw a tunnel of light. you tried to grasp onto the light, escaping the booming sound of his laughter.

it was a fucking dream. you rubbed your eyes, pushing your face into the pillow, silencing your scream, so as to not wake up the others. you hated how pathetic it made you feel. how did it happen?

within the spills of ink on parchment paper and a constant comparison, how could have your feelings changed like this. perhaps you thought of him too much. you were supposed to ignore him. in the typical sense you were, but your mind or heart wasn't ready to go.

you were standing on the edge of a fucking knife, wondering if remus lupin even considered you to be a friend. you hated yourself for falling for him. it wasn't supposed to be more than sex, a quick relief from the constant shambles of your lives, yet here you were, in the middle of the night thinking of the one you were supposed to hate.

slipping your feet into the cozy bunny slippers, you grabbed your thickest jumper. you couldn't sleep, so you might as well take a walk. james and lily were on duty, but you were sure they weren't being as responsible as they were supposed to be.

*-

it was cold. the snow that settled on the grounds was thick and milky white. the cold wind bit your skin, prickling it with goosebumps. you felt a lump in your throat thicken, and your eyes burn. you felt your heart drop. you blamed yourself for the situation you were in. it was your fault, utterly. you weren't supposed to fall for him.

even the stars couldn't calm you down with their serene rays. you dropped your head into your palms, letting the tears fall down your cheeks, sobbing silently.

'talking a walk alone at night now are we?' a voice quietly creeped up behind your back. you wiped your cheeks quickly, mentally preparing yourself to being caught by a prefect and getting your house points deducted. when you turned around, however, you were met with the amber eyes of the one you'd been thinking about. your tongue was tied in knots as you watched him drop james' invisibility cloak on the floor and walk towards you. you backed away, until your back hit the wall and there was nowhere to go.

'r-remus-' he raised an eyebrow, capturing you against the wall, his hand pressed against the wall. he leaned down, his finger crawling under your jaw and tilting your head to meet his burning amber like gaze.

'have you been crying?' he asked. you stared at him, tongue twisted in knots. but you knew it was no use lying to him. he could read you like a book.

'yes,' you nodded. he tilted an eyebrow.

'why?'

'why does it fucking matter remus? leave me alone- i'm not even your fucking friend.'

'then what are we? you've been ignoring me for the past few days, and now you're running away when i've finally got you alone.'

'nice try, lupin. you don't give a shit, so just let me go.'

'oh so you're going to decide whether i give a shit about you or not? what if i tell you i do?'

'you won't mean it.'

'i will. i've never lied to you,' he said. there was a bitter sadness in his eyes. you could see the darkness in his gaze, and even if he naturally had dead eyes, you could see a tiny ray of warmth in his gaze.

'please.' he said, letting you go. 'just tell me what's wrong. tell me what i've done. tell me how i can fix it. just...please don't ignore me.' he begged. slowly gulping, you pondered whether it was the correct moment to speak out your heart. perhaps it wasn't, but he could right through the lies. and while you had a lot of explanations hidden in your head, you could only whisper one line,

'i'm in love with you, remus,' he stared at you intently, letting your words hang before he could act upon them. you expected screaming, cussing...laughter. you didn't expect a soft gaze as he smiled at you. he slipped his finger under you jaw, tilting your head.

'i don't think you ignore the one's you're in love with,' you screwed your eyes shut, biting your lip. the blood warmly travelled to your cheeks,

'you don't feel the same, i was scared.'

'and how exactly do you know that?' you opened your eyes, to find him staring at you in utter glee.

'i've been yours before you touched me. all it took was spilled ink on my essay, sweetheart.'

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[discordantwritings]

The Sand Dragon and I Pt. 2 (Dragon! Sir Crocodile x Reader)

Part 1 / Part 2

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, dragon shifter! Crocodile, monsterfucking, canon typical violence, power dynamics are once again pretty whack, possessive Crocodile, Crocodile is Mean, oral sex, facefucking, masochism, lil bit of blood, overstimulation, belly bulge, creampie, aftercare is important guys, also vampire! Mihawk is there for a little bit

WC: 6k

Summary: An unwelcome guest, a slightly more welcome guest, and a display of ownership.

Notes: I had way too much fun with this. So I originally intended this to be the end of it buttttt if you guys want more or more fantasy type aus I have many ideas

Tagging: @okanadafreakingfan

While you don’t have to make as many trips all the way up to the entrance cavern anymore for water, there’s still a daily hike you have to make up to the fountain to fill your large metal bucket that you dug up. You consider asking if there’s a closer water source but that thought is quickly dismissed. You only see him once every few weeks by his design. No need to increase the rate at which he could tire of you.

You release the dirty water from yesterday back into the pool of water, watching the dust and dirt slowly sink and travel back to the earth. You’re about to refill the bucket when suddenly you hear a noise from the tunnel to the surface. Gripping the bucket tight you press yourself to the stone wall, waiting to see what comes out of the tunnel.

This isn’t the first time this has happened- wild animals sometimes have the misfortune of wandering down too far to find food and water but most of the time they leave fairly quickly. You assume it’s something to do with Sir Crocodile’s presence no matter how far away he is this was still his lair. So when a man- an actual human man- peers out from the tunnel you nearly drop your bucket in surprise.

It’s not long before he sees you, it’s a painfully wide open cave, and you see his eyes widen in surprise before he runs over to you. As he gets closer you can really see him- disheveled presumably from days of travel, beat up armor, and a short sword gripped in his right hand. Reflexively you back off from his fast approach and as you do he stops, putting his hands up.

“Hey- I’m not going to hurt you.” His words do nothing to calm you. “Actually- I guess I’m here to free you.”

Free? Why would you- oh, yeah. Most humans don’t consensually live in a dragon’s lair. “You- look-“

“No, no don’t worry everything is okay now!” Oh boy he’s really getting into the savior role. “I’m going to kill that foul beast and then you can come home with me!”

Right, like if you had been taken you wouldn’t want to go back to your own home and to your own people. “He’s going to kill you.”

“I’ve been training for this my whole life-“ You estimate he’s in his mid 20s, whole life doesn’t really carry a lot of weight- “And I will be victorious.”

You try to warn him more but he doesn’t hear you, already walking away to go deeper into the tunnels. You’re not sure how regular of an occurrence this is for Sir Crocodile but you know he’d probably just be annoyed to see some random human wandering around.

Maybe you’ve been living in a cave for far too long, away from humanity for too long, but as you reel back with your bucket it really feels like the best solution. He doesn’t even notice you until it’s too late, heavy metal colliding with the side of his head and knocking him out cold. His body slumps to the ground as the metal clang echoes again and again off the tall stone walls.

Well. Sir Crocodile is bound to have heard that. So you fill up your bucket, take a seat, and wait for him to show up.

This time you hear him coming and for the first time since you got here you see him in his full dragon form. You aren’t as scared of him but there’s no stopping your body’s natural reaction to cower in his presence. His large eyes look over the scene- the knocked out wannabe knight and you sitting there waiting for him. You don’t say anything, just patiently wait for his reaction.

“You knocked him out.” It’s not a question.

“Yes sir.” You respond, shifting in your seat.

“Why?”

“I assumed you would be displeased to find some human attempting to kill you wandering around your lair.”

“And?” He could hear you were holding something back.

“And… he annoyed me sir.” You admit.

Impossibly loud laughter fills the space as Sir Crocodile cackles at your response. You have to bite your cheek to not smile, this was probably the best reaction you could get.

“Oh, I didn’t know my pet had such a fire!” He steps closer, snout close to the unconscious man. “Such a pathetic excuse of a human. Some do not know their place.”

His massive jaw opens and you look away just in time so you don’t have to see him devour the man whole. Your eyes glue to the ceiling as you hear the awful crunch of metal and bone under teeth. After a few moments of silence you finally look back down to see those massive eyes staring at you.

“Good work pet.”

Now that you know what these emotions are swirling deep in your stomach, embarrassment mixes in as you try and temper your reaction. You hope maybe he doesn’t care enough to analyze your reaction, to care if you like anything he says. But the way his pupils narrow into slits tells you he knows.

“Keep up the good work.” His large body turns around, knocking over a few chairs and tables as he lumbers out of the space and back down to whatever cave he lurks in. You practically melt into the chair the second you can no longer hear his movement, mortified by your own reactions to this whole situation. As you straighten up the room you ignore the perverse want in the pit of your stomach. You know how he sees humans, how he sees you. Your sick attraction was yours and yours alone. This was just another hold he was forming over you.

But all the logic in the world doesn’t stop how happy you are for the rest of the week. Not to mention a few days later your food is restocked with fresh fruits and vegetables, a gift you know is from Sir Crocodile.

He doesn’t really care.

But maybe he cares just a little.

The next time you see him you’ve made significant progress on his overstock hoard. Books are on shelves, you’ve relocated some rugs to the room, most things are at least in somewhat sensible piles, and you swear you can almost see the back of the cave. You were working on organizing the trinkets when you hear his voice.

“I didn’t think it was possible to get rid of all that dust.” Surprisingly, you don’t jump out of your skin at his presence, somewhat used to him sneaking up on you.

“It wasn’t easy sir.” You stand up straight as he walks around the space that is now open. His claws lightly drag along the bindings of books on the shelves, his reptilian eyes analyzing everything. You hold your breath, hoping that you haven’t done anything wrong in your organization.

“Categorical and alphabetical. Good enough.” He turns to you and sighs. “As much as I’ve tried to push this off, I have a guest visiting in three days. He’s just here for a meeting of sorts but I need the entrance cavern ready to receive. Don’t worry about food either.”

“Oh of course sir, I’ll get to organize that space tomorrow if that’s alright?” You wonder what kind of guest Sir Crocodile could possibly have, probably another dragon?

“And he’s human sized so I will be as well. Arrange appropriately. While I won’t require you to hang around you I would still like you to receive the guest so I’ve gotten you some more appropriate clothing.”

Human sized confirms in your mind that his guest is definitely not human. Curiosity at what clothing he could have possibly gotten you swims in your head but you’ll find that out soon enough. “I can do that sir. What time will the guest be arriving?”

“Around eight in the evening. He’s punctual, you shouldn’t have to wait long.” Crocodile walks over to the pile you were sorting through, gold claws picking up a wooden talisman. “I realize I’m giving you a sore impression of what I collect. One day you will see my real hoard, if you keep being good.”

You flush under his praise despite yourself and force your gaze forward so as to not make eye contact with him. He chuckles and you want to disappear out of embarrassment.

“I’ll see you in three days, pet.” And just like that he’s gone again.

It’s getting harder and harder to deny your reactions to him. It follows you at night to your bedroom as you fight the urge to touch yourself. You know somehow he would hear your moans, the slick noises you would inevitably create if you were to dip your fingers deep into where you need them. Knowing that you deny yourself, compounding your need with every visit he pays you. It’s becoming a problem how fast you grow slick in his presence but you keep pushing it off. Eventually it’ll pass.

Maybe.

When you get back to your room that night you find new clothes neatly folded for you on your bed. They’re the same deep green of his scales and as you touch them you feel impossibly soft silk. Holding it up you see that they should fit you perfectly, and you wonder how he knew your exact measurements. Probably a result of his impressive observation skills. The thought of his eyes raking over your body and analyzing every dip and curve of your body…

You bury your face into the clothing and huff in frustration. You really need to get your head on straight.

Focusing on setting up the entrance for a guest at least fills the time well. You arrange tables and chairs and then spend some time gathering the best looking items from the overstock to decorate the space. It makes it look more lived in, even if you know realistically it’s not going to fool anyone.

Soon enough it’s almost time to greet the guest of honor and you are hesitating by the tunnel up to the surface. Dressed in the somehow perfectly tailored clothes Sir Crocodile got for you the silk did little to soothe your anxiety. You were tasked to receive the guest but you’re not sure if that means right here or up at the surface. It had been a long time since you’ve been outside these caves and while you don’t feel yourself missing the surface… fresh air would be nice.

Sir Crocodile wouldn’t want his guest to have to do the long walk down by himself right? Your own shoddy justification is enough to have you traveling up to the surface. It’s much less foreboding than you remember, but you know that’s just because you’re used to so much worse at this point.

You know you’re almost there because you can feel the cool breeze of the desert night. Pausing, you soak it in, a sharp contrast to the damp, stale air that hangs in the deep caverns. It’s only a few more steps before you’re out, looking at the starry night sky. You forgot how beautiful it was.

Despite all these emotions never once does the thought of running away cross your mind. Not out of fear, but because your new life is actually pretty good.

“You’re not Crocodile.” A dark, smooth voice sounds from a few feet away and you turn to see what looks to be an immaculately dressed human man.

“No I’m his-“ What were you, exactly? Calling yourself his pet to a stranger feels wrong so you just use the next best term. “Servant.”

“Interesting.” He steps closer and you can see his sharp facial hair that accentuates his defined facial features. His long leather coat is lined with a deep blood red fabric that stands out against his pale white skin. You can’t help but think how handsome this man was.

“My name is Dracule Mihawk, I assume you are expecting me.” Bright golden eyes that almost seem to glow in the dim light of the night regard your form.

“Yes, I’m here to receive you, you can follow me down if you are ready?” You do your best to be formal under the scrutiny and that seems to please him.

“Lead the way.” With a nod you start making your way back down, feeling his eyes on your back the whole time.

The walk is eerily silent, so much so that it’s a relief when you finally get back to the entry cave and see Sir Crocodile standing there in his humanoid form. You shuffle slightly to the side to let Mihawk pass by you.

“Mihawk.” Sir Crocodile greets simply, tone unreadable.

“Crocodile.” Mihawk is equally unreadable until he casts a glance your way. “Is it too much to assume this human is a gift for me?”

You blanch at the question, looking worriedly over to Sir Crocodile. His face quickly pulls up into a sneer. “Don’t you dare lay an undead finger on my pet.”

“Come now Crocodile.” Mihawk is smiling now, but it’s unsettling as you see red flash over his gold eyes. “What use do you have for a human? I could use a new blood source…”

The golden hand quickly transforms into a wickedly sharp hook and loops around Mihawk’s neck as he tries to step closer to you. He growls, deep and guttural as he barely holds himself back. “I’ll rip your head clean off.”

Your heart is racing as Mihawk chuckles and throws his hands up. “Alright, alright. Someone’s grown attached to their pet.”

Crocodile lets the hook linger for a few seconds before it reforms back into a clawed hand. “They’ve proven themselves useful and loyal.”

“Oh I’m sure that’s it.” Mihawk turns back and sits in one of the prepared chairs. You’re not sure what Mihawk is implying there so you cast a confused look to Sir Crocodile.

“You can leave now.” He dismisses you and you nod.

“I’ll be reading if you need me sir.” You bow slightly to Mihawk as well before you leave, despite your fear of him.

You couldn’t leave fast enough, not catching any more conversation between the two of them. You find solace in your reading chair, book settled on your lap even though you can’t bring yourself to read just yet. Your thoughts swim as you finally process how close you were to dying and that Crocodile defended you, willing to kill someone he trusted enough to let in his lair for you. And that last comment from Mihawk… he wasn’t implying what you think he was implying right?

Thank the stars above your book is interesting so at least you can think about something else while you wait and make sure you aren’t needed any more tonight. Almost two hours pass before you see Sir Crocodile darken the entryway for the cavern. You quickly stand up, setting your book down on the chair.

“Do you need-“ You’re cut off by a wave of his clawed hand.

“Come with me.” He’s already walking away so you quickly follow.

You’re led down tunnels you haven’t been down before, going even deeper into the earth. You want to know what’s going on but stop yourself from asking questions that probably won’t get answered anyways. It’s nearly 15 minutes of fast paced walking before you stop at a gigantic set of carved stone doors. A scene of the desert has been carefully etched into the stone, somehow soft and delicate despite the hard working surface. Bracing both his hands on the doors he pushes open and with some effort the doors swing in. He walks in first and after a moment of your hesitation he waves you in as well.

So this was a real hoard.

You find yourself standing on a stone walkway above a giant pit filled with more gold and jewels than you thought existed. The walkway circled the expansive cavern- easily five times the size of the entry cave. You were stunned, mesmerized by the glimmering of the treasures by firelight.

“I told you I’d show you a real hoard.” His voice snaps you back to the moment as he continues to walk and you follow, eyes still glued to the center pit.

You follow him all the way around the radius of the pit until you’re across from the doorway. You come up on a large ornate throne and open overflowing treasure chests. He reaches down into one of the chests and plucks out a piece of jewelry. It’s a gold choker inlaid with more emeralds than you can count before he makes a motion with his other hand.

“Turn around.” You obey without hesitation.

“So obedient…” You feel him right behind you and something drapes around your neck- the cold metal presses into your throat and you know it’s that necklace he pulled out. Surprisingly deft claws clasp it into place as it settles surprisingly comfortably on you.

“Let me see.” As you turn you have to crane your neck up to see him since he’s so close to you- closer than he’s ever been.

“I didn’t think anyone would get confused but apparently I have to mark what is mine better.” The golden claws rake over the metal- over your neck- and your breath hitches. “I think it suits you.”

“It’s beautiful sir.” You can’t see it now but even just from the glimpse you got you know it is- perfectly matching with the clothes he got you.

“Quite.” His eyes rake over you and for once his pupils aren’t those narrow, scrutinizing slits. They are nearly full circles, pushing out that white grey of his irises to almost nothing.

“I want you to say it.” Crocodile’s voice is low, almost a whisper. There’s an almost inaudible rumble from his chest that you can hear. You somehow know exactly what he wants.

“I’m yours.” You look him in the eyes as you say that, his claws pressuring your neck just enough so you know they’re there.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” You feel the heat radiating off his body and there’s not a doubt in your mind he can see how affected you are by him.

His claws continue to play at the edge of the choker while you try not to wither under his touch. You’d take whatever kind of touch he would give you but that doesn’t mean you still don’t want more. The desperate thought of him wrapping that large hand around your neck flits through your head and you shudder.

“What was that pet?” Of course it didn’t go unnoticed, nothing does.

“I was- just thinking, sir.” Your words come out fragmented but that doesn’t seem to bother him, in fact a smirk comes over his face.

“Thinking? What about? Tell me.” He leans down, further invading your space as that hand near your throat keeps you from slinking away.

While it’s hard to admit it to him, you don’t think for a second about disobeying him. “Your hand around my neck.”

A low growl leaves him as he gives you what you want, his hand big enough to fully wrap around your throat. You don’t bite back the moan that leaves you as he grips lightly, fully discarding any shame you have.

“You just need to ask and I’ll give you anything you could ever want. All the gold, all the clothing, all the books this world has to offer. Just say the word.” His grip on your throat keeps your eyes locked with his, showing you how truthful he’s being. Sure, he has a physical grip on you right now, but you can see you have just as much hold over him.

“I want you.”

There’s a moment where you’re confident the world stops moving as his grip reflexively tightens around you. You feel his breath, uneven, fan over your face as he stares down at you.

“Say it again.” He demands, voice little more than a growl.

“I want-“ You don’t get to finish your sentence before you’re being pulled up into a bruising kiss.

There’s nothing gentle or even kind about the way he kisses you. He takes- robbing you of your breath and thoughts as his sharp teeth drag over your lips, drawing blood. When he finally lets you pull away you taste the thick iron of your blood as you gasp for whatever air you can get past his grip around your throat.

It was everything you wanted.

He drags you backwards until he’s sitting in that huge throne and you brace your hands on the armrests as you continue to kiss him. You go breathless many times before he releases his grip on you, head pleasantly swimming from lack of oxygen. You press your forehead to his, the cool scales that dot his hairline running a chill through you.

“Too much for my pet?” He teases, claws slipping under your shirt and up your sides.

“No sir.” To prove yourself somehow you slowly sink down to your knees in front of him, hands drifting from the armrests to his knees. He somehow looked even better from this angle, broad shoulders filling up the throne and the sharp angles of his face gazing down at you.

Claws rake through your hair as you undo the fastening on his pants, an impressive bulge already straining at the fabric. Impressive quickly turns to overwhelming as you push away his clothing and get a full view of him. You had thought many, many times about what he would look like but none of your fantasies really prepared you.

He was massive- intimidatingly so. Your hand reaches out and grips his base and your fingers don’t come close to touching. He’s smoother than you would expect, long as he curves up towards his stomach, ending in an almost angular tip. You bring your mouth to his tip, taking him in just a bit. Salt and earth weigh on your tongue, surprisingly not too unpleasant.

Letting saliva pool in your mouth you messily let it drip down his cock. You pull off of him and use both of your hands to slide up and down his length, coating him in your spit. The hand in your hair grips hard and forces you to look up at him.

“I want you to look at me while you pleasure me pet.” The pain of him pulling your hair only turns you on further.

“Yes sir.” You keep eye contact with him as you take him into your mouth once again, tongue flattening as you slowly push him further into your mouth and down your throat. You can’t take all of him but your hands compensate, sliding up and down the remaining length in time with your mouth. Apparently though, it’s not quite enough.

“Oh, pet, let me-“ Claws dig into your scalp as he holds your head in place and thrusts his hips up to shove his cock further down your throat.

You sputter and gag as he forces himself down further than you thought he could go but he doesn’t let up, holding you there while you adjust. Finally you force your breathing through your nose, tears streaming down your face as you calm your throat down to take him.

“That’s it- knew you could take more- don’t think about a thing just let me fuck that tight little throat of yours.” He continues his assault and you let him, not making a single move to escape his grasp.

Your don’t have enough thought in your head to continue moving your hands so you just hold his base as he uses your throat. All that you can do is take what he’s giving you and do your best to maintain eye contact through the tears. You can only imagine what you look like to him- absolutely debauched as your mouth and throat stretch to accommodate him, tears and spit dripping from your face onto the stone below.

You’re not sure how long you’re like this, knees on the cold stone as you let your face get fucked, losing track of time and just about everything else. It’s only when his thrusts loose their steady rhythm and you can feel the throb of his cock that you snap back, suddenly hearing the words pouring out of Crocodile’s mouth.

“I knew you’d be such a good whore for me- you’re going to swallow what I give you aren’t you pet? It’ll be so easy when I pour it right down your throat-“ At least you know it’s coming and you hum in acknowledgment, the only way you can let him know that you want it too.

That noise in your throat seems to be all that’s needed to push him over the edge as he holds your head tight and spills his cum down your throat. You fight against the urge to gag, doing your best to swallow until he finally releases his grip on the back of your head, letting you pull off and gasp for air. You rest your head on his thigh while you catch your breath and you feel his hand gently brush against your cheek, a sharp contrast to how he was only a few moments ago.

“So good for me… does my pet deserve a reward?” You barely have time to process his words before you’re being moved, world flipping around.

Suddenly you’re sitting in the throne and Crocodile is on his knees in front of you, a predatory grin splitting his face. He doesn’t waste any time, sharp claws tearing and ripping your bottoms clean off. You want to protest but the words die in your throat as he holds your thighs open and stares at you.

“I knew you’d be soaked but all this?” You feel the sharp edge of his claws play at your folds. “My poor pet has been so pent up.”

He kisses up your inner thigh and as he gets closer occasionally his sharp teeth sink into your flesh, just breaking the delicate skin there. After every bite he licks over the wounds and you can’t quite see but you can feel that his tongue is longer than you would expect it to be. Your fists ball at your sides, every pinprick of pain sending a new rush of pleasure through you.

“You can grip onto me if you like, you won’t hurt me.” Hesitantly, you move one of your hands to his hair as he hikes your thighs over his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting to taste you since I first saw you, I just know you’ll be divine.”

His claws somehow don’t rip open you skin as he pries your folds open before diving in with that long, thick tongue. You immediately see stars as pushes his tongue into you and it curls inside you. The pad of his thumb presses down on your clit as he relentlessly swipes against your insides. He pulls back for a second, a single strand of hair falling in his face.

“If you’re going to take me I’ll have to get you ready.” You watch as his golden claws loose their edge but get thicker before they disappear between your legs.

Your legs instinctually wrap around his neck as you feel the cool metal press against your entrance. You hear him chuckle before his tongue swirls around your clit and he presses a single large finger inside you. The moan that leaves you would embarrass you if you were capable of that emotion anymore. The gold is thick and cold inside you, a feeling so weirdly foreign yet amazing.

All of the sensations- his finger inside you, his tongue swirling around your clit, his flesh hand holding your hips down- it’s too much. Crying out and griping his hair you cum all over his finger and tongue. Despite your orgasm Crocodile doesn’t let up for a second though, a second finger slipping inside you while your mind and body buzzed off the high.

“You’re going to have to get a lot looser than that pet.” The two fingers make a scissoring motion inside you and he uses the gap he creates to snake his tongue inside you as well.

You nearly yell in pleasure as his tongue reaches spots you can only dream of finding with your own fingers. Without thinking your hips move up to try and find more friction but his single hand keeps you pressed down to the velvet fabric of the throne. He shoots you a warning glare that only makes you want more. You’re already sensitive from the orgasm you just had so it’s not too long before you’re chanting his title and wrapping your legs ever tighter around the back of his neck. His tongue pulls out and you whine at the loss but it’s short lived as it travels up to your clit, flicking over it before you feel the very edges of his teeth scrape that sensitive bud and you feel like your nerves light on fire.

You’re gushing over his fingers again and he finally stops moving, pressing more kisses and bites into your inner thighs. Once your legs finally relax he slides his fingers out and uses both his hands to grip your waist as he flips your positions once again. This time as he sits on the throne you’re positioned on his lap, his length already sliding against your folds.

“Do you think you’re ready to take me?” His mouth finds your neck, teeth scraping against skin as you grind against his cock. “Or are you going to get off like this?”

“No- please I need you inside me.” You force yourself to stop moving to prove your point.

“Hm… you’re almost ready…” One of his sharp claws rips open your top from the center causing it too fall loose from your shoulders. Now all that’s left on you is that golden choker. “Perfect.”

Just one of his hands is enough to lift you up, the other hand lining up his cock with your entrance. You gasp as his tip presses into you, already stretching you out as much as his fingers. Digging your nails into the fur lining of his coat, somehow still situated on his shoulders, you do your best to stay relaxed as Crocodile pushes inch after inch into you.

“I- fuck- you’re too big-“ You sputter out as you feel him getting deeper, pushing your body to its limits.

“You just- fuck pet- you just need to relax. You can take it. I know you can.” You feel the cold metal of his gold hand rub tight circles around your clit. “You’re gripping me so tight just let me in.”

“I’m-“ You feel like you’re being ripped in half but there’s something about the pain of the stretch that feels so good.

You’re already so overstimulated and the filthy words in your ear and the quick movements of his fingers are too much. You cum with a wordless scream, burying your face into Crocodile’s neck. Taking advantage of how your body contracts and then relaxes during your orgasm he shoves his cock in the rest of the way- tip suddenly shoving against your cervix and sending a wave of pain through your body. You hit his shoulder and he pulls back slightly, soothing kisses pressed against your throat.

“See thats it, you could take me pet, see?” His hand rubs over your abdomen and lightly pushes you back. “Look at that.”

You look down and see your stomach bulging out slightly, showing you how far his cock had gone in you. Crocodile pushes down on the bulge with his hand, fascinated by the way your body takes him. You can only whine, uselessly clawing at his jacket as he sits inside you, unmoving.

“So fucking tight and warm pet. I should have had you like this from the first night you came here. But now that you’re here-“ His hips finally move, each thrust sharp and deep. “You’re never going anywhere else. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours- I’m- Sir please it’s- it’s too much-“ Three orgasms had put all your nerves on edge, each slide of his cock inside you overwhelming.

“Oh you can take it. You’re doing so well pet- just a little more-“ He quickens his pace and you cry out before he captures your lips with his own and swallows all your noises.

Pushed past where you thought you could go everything goes a bit numb, head fuzzy in a pleasant way. You give yourself up to him, let him take whatever he wants from you as you surrender. There’s no more thoughts in your head and you can barely hear the nasty things he’s whispering in between kisses. You’ve never felt like this before and you loved it.

The fog clears slightly when Crocodile nips at your earlobe. “I’m going to fill you up pet- how’s that sound?”

You can only moan in response, you’d be fine with whatever he asked you at this point.

“That’s it- so fucking perfect for me- taking it all for me and letting me fill you up- just like-“ He shifts his hips and thrusts faster, hitting deep inside you. “Need you to cum again, come on pet, grip me tight like that again-“

“I- I don’t know if-“ Your protests are quickly drowned out.

“Yes you can- come on now.” He presses against your abused clit again and your body caves to his demands as your walls convulse around him.

You feel his warm seed pour into you, mixing with your cum and gushing out onto both of your thighs. You’re only somewhat aware of how much cum he spilled into you, still leaking out of him as he slowly pulls out of you. Instinctively you wrap your arms around your neck and pull him close and you feel a warm chuckle in his chest.

“Does my pet need some affection?” Hair is brushed out of your face as one arm holds you close to his chest. “You’ve done such a good job.”

You feel him stand up but you’re secure against his large body as you’re carried off somewhere. Things are still fuzzy and you can’t track the turns down the tunnels but you feel the air grow damper until you hear the sound of running water.

“You’re going to have to let go for a moment.” He tells you gently and you obey, arms sliding off as he sets you down.

It isn’t until your feet hit water that you realize this cave is one giant hot spring. You immediately shuffle forward until you’re mostly covered with the warm water, the heat sinking into your already sore muscles. Crocodile, finally naked, joins you a few moments later, scooping you up from behind. He carries you over to a spot where he can sit and still be mostly covered with water and you stay curled up in his lap.

You’re so tired, mind and body exhausted from the night. It doesn’t even startle you when you feel Crocodile’s tail possessively wrap around your legs while his arms hold you at your waist. Drifting in and out of consciousness you occasionally feel him washing parts of you off, the smell fragrant soaps pushing you even farther to sleep.

You wake up slightly when it’s time to get out of the water, skin pruning from the over exposure. You towel yourself off and Crocodile wraps you in a soft robe before sweeping you off your feet once again.

It’s not long before you’re back in your room, gently laid in bed. You pull the covers over yourself as Crocodile scans over your body.

“Have a good night pet.” He says, rubbing your shoulder before taking a few steps away.

“Wait.” Your words stop his leaving and he casts you a questioning glance. “You said I could have anything I want?”

“Yes, of course.” He walks back over to you.

“Then… could you stay the night with me?”

Sir Crocodile isn’t easily readable, you’ve been fighting to understand his thoughts for months now through glances and sparse words. He was unmovable, strong, fearsome.

But you don’t miss the way his face softens at your request.

“Whatever you ask.” He slides into bed next to you and after some adjusting your back is pressed against his chest. His arms wrap around your middle and that large tail rests over your leg. You feel safe, secure, against his large frame.

“Sleep well my treasure.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #discordantwritings #x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x you #sir crocodile x reader

[astarion-approves]

Drabble Request: Now That You've Done Astarion With A Short Reader, How About You Do Them With A Tall Reader? Like A Goliath Or Firbolg Type Reader?

:)

Astarion x GN! Tall reader

Fluff, silly, slightly OOC, touch of angst, mostly SFW (referenced first time together), no beta, and very lazy proof reading.

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From the beginning, every glance you caught from Astarion was filled with hunger. Something that you would later think was because of his craving for your blood—

But from his comments alone, it was definitely something else.

And it was endearing.

“Oh, my—“ Astarion stepped back, giving himself enough distance to meet your eyes for the very first time. He sounded intrigued, excited, and the way he looked you up and down was enough of a sign that he was interested in you…

Because you’re tall.

Astarion would find any excuse he could to have you flex your height. Grabbing apples he wouldn’t eat from the hardest to reach branches, asking you to throw him things from a far distance, even going so far as to fake a hurt leg and demand you carry him back to the campsite.

And eventually… he became even more forward with you.

“I want to climb you like a tree.”

“Are you looking down my shirt…? No? Why not?”

“You know… we’re all the same height.. lying down.”

The desperateness truly began once you gave him to him, after you spent your first night together, when you bent down to crash your lips against his and he let out the softest content sigh—

Often, during your travels, Astarion would wander ahead of the group in search of something to stand on. It was silly really, watching this strong rogue skip ahead of you any time he saw a rock or a crate that might bring him closer to your height. He would pose atop of it, pretending as though he was trying to see further down the path—

And when you would approach, he would beckon you over for a quick kiss.

“Not a single soul ready for slaughter, I’m afraid,” he would say with a pout. “A kiss would make me feel better. Unless you’ll allow me to stab Gale—“

A kiss it was. Time and time again. This short elf climbing ladders and waiting at the top, walking along the rails of the bridge to ‘fall’ into your arms, asking Gale to make him float through the air and in your direction.

Each time ending with his lips on yours.

“Astarion,” you began while picking yet another basket of apples.

“Yes, love?” He was gazing up at you, offering a soft smile as he held the fruit he would dump into Shadowheart’s arms later.

“If you… if you ever want me to kiss you, you can just ask.”

He scoffed. “And just what the hell are you saying? I’m perfectly capable of kissing you anytime I want. You’re not that tall, fuck you very much. As if I’m that desperate for your lips.”

You shrugged, “I’m just saying.”

“Well next time, don’t.”

You continued picking the apples in silence, Astarion’s snarky remark burning in the back of your mind. Maybe you were wrong and you were the one eager to kiss him… Not that you would deny that! But this was an obvious form of rejection, and one that made you feel small.

“Oh, stop pouting,” Astarion dropped the basket to the ground, ignoring how some of the apples slipped out and rolled away. “Fine! I admit it! Yes, I’m short. Yes, I love you. And, yessss, I can’t get enough of those lips of yours. Kiss me, please.”

You smirked and bent down, closing your eyes and giving him a soft kiss. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes. It was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done……. Kiss me again.”

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[chocolatestrawberrymilk]

could you do anemo boys hcs for your bday?

A/N: since there's five of them, i made each a bit short :( sorry, i hope that's ok! trying out formatting too hehe >:)

Characters: Heizou, Kazuha, Scara, Venti, Xiao

Warnings: None!

Heizou

In his birthday voiceline to the traveler, he mentions wanting to take them to some sort of locked room!

So I think he'd take you two to an escape room (do they have those in teyvat?...)

If you can solve the puzzles, he'd secretly find that really attractive.

Who am I kidding, "secretly"? He'd tell you about how cool you were the entire way home.

If you can't, he tries to drop subtle hints, enough to set you in the right direction but not enough to make you feel like you weren't doing anything.

When you finally got it he would be so proud!!!

He'd probably tease you for taking so long, tho

If you tell him to stop he will, but if you find it funny too, he won't stop with it until... well.... who knows, honestly.

He just wants the two of you to have fun :)))

Kazuha

ugh literally SO SWEET

DIABETES MATERIAL

Probably brings you breakfast, and does whatever tasks you have on the Alcor so you can sleep in longer!

Wakes you with a super sweet poem :)

His gift, honestly, is probably an entire notebook of poems written just for you!

When the Alcor gets docked and you guys get to go on land, he takes you to a bakery - in his voiceline with the traveler, he mentions wanting to get them cake for their birthday.

Makes you his specialty dish at the end of the day and you fall asleep together <3

Scaramouche/Wanderer

I know I keep mentioning their birthday voicelines but Scara's is literally so cute!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6fxFXU7w64&ab_channel=Michi <---This is it

So like in his voiceline he takes you somewhere pretty. Maybe he doesn't exactly know how to act or what to do on your birthday but if 500 years of existence doesn't give a puppet a catalogue of the most beautiful places in Teyvat I don't know what will.

Let's just say he takes you to Mawtimiya Forest!

Since it's in Sumeru he'd try to avoid Nahida, purely because he thought she'd embarrass him in typical older-sister/mother figure fashion.

She'd find you two anyways... she's the Goddess of Wisdom, after all!

Nahida would share some embarrassing stories of his hopeless pining while you three had a picnic on top of one of those weird blue mushroom thingies.

Eventually she'd leave you two to it, and you just decided to camp on said weird blue mushroom thingie and fall asleep under the stars!

Venti

Brings you to the Angel's Share!

Prepare for a nonstop onslaught of embarrassingly sappy ballads, especially when he gets drunk, lmao.

It's cute though, and most people come over at some point to wish you a happy birthday, whether you know them or not :p

If you somehow feed him enough food and water to get him back to a semi-sober state, at night, he'll take you up to the hands of the statue of him in front of the cathedral.

He'd somehow get EVEN SAPPIER, and now that he's regained some of his faculties, he's very poetic.

Idc HOW good you are at keeping your emotions hidden, he WILL make you blush at some point.

You two talk up there until you fall asleep and then he flies you back over to your house, leaving some dandelions in an empty vase in your room.

Xiao

Kind of like Scara, he takes you out to nature, but instead of there being a specific destination, the two of you just kinda go for a walk.

He's freaking out the entire time, because he's worried you're going to get hurt by his karmic debt.

In fact, you probably had to ask him to go on a walk with you, and he agreed only after he had cleared out the entire forest of hilichurls.

Catches some crystalflies for you, makes you some food using fresh ingredients, is overall really sweet (as much as he can be)… but you can tell that he's hiding something.

Eventually (guess what... I'm referencing the birthday lines again...) you ask him what's up and he finally shows you.

He made an adepti amulet to protect you, but was embarrassed to give it to you!

He tries to run away after that, so if you make him stay, you two can go into Liyue Harbor and get some food (something he hardly ever does, so you're special!)

Honestly, you keep him sane, so he's happy that he could give you at least one good day.

And that's it! Tysm for requesting! Future note tho I probably won't be doing requests with more than three or four characters, just so that I can make sure the writing is okay!

#xiao x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin imagines #x reader

[neverchecking]

hello! would it be possible to request yandere sage to a reader who got split from the chain but has a switch with them?

I adore your headcanons for him and I honestly would just love to see some more of him, perhaps he's trying to figure out if they're yiga or not since y'know only they see him as link without zelda and they just show it off reluctantly?

SAGE SAGE SAGE SAGE SAGE SAGE-YOU ABSOLUTELY FUCKING CAN.

Ahem. Yes, you very much can request my precious baby boy.

For those of you who don't know, Sage is the Hero of the Zonai, A.K.A. The Link from Tears of the Kingdom-- if we go down the route that he's a different guy from Wild. So TotK spoilers.

Anyway, look whose got his own banner! SAGE DOES-

CW: Talk of death, but nothing happens (Bc Sage won't let it happen)

He was very...unsure of you, to put it lightly.

Which was rare in and of itself since he knew most things. He knew how the Gloom hands would react should he hit them with a Dazzlefruit. He knew the exact force he would have to throw a splash fruit for it to burst in a splash of water. He knew the exact amount of force required to bend a Yiga's arm before it snaps a lot.

But he didn't know anything about you. Which put him on edge.

You came out of this weird...void thingy that he had never seen before and you dressed weirdly. You had began to call out desperately for names the second you had collected yourself (He had no clue who Wild or Twilight or Wind were, but whoever named those poor fools needed to be fired. Those names were awful.) . He watched you stumble like a newborn fawn, full of naive innocence and blind trust in the world around you.

What a fool you were.

Still, he couldn't look away. He didn't move from his place perched in a particularly tall tree, but he didn't let his attention wander from you. He couldn't. It was like you were...magnetic, drawing him in to your orbit just to keep him there.

Somewhere above him, the light dragon let out a warble. His ears flickered in that general direction, but otherwise he paid it no mind, clicking the claws on Rauru's hand against the bark of the tree.

You seemed so hopelessly lost, wandering about. It certainly didn't seem like you were the traveling type, so why you were out here, he had no idea. You would killed before long. He wondered how you would die. Something fast and quick? An electric arrow from a Lizalfos? (They had been getting unexplainably stronger now that he thought about it.) Maybe one swift hit from a Horriblin? Or maybe it would be something long and drawn out. Maybe a Frost Gleeok would freeze you so badly Hypothermia took over your limbs before freezing your lungs. Or maybe a Fire Gleeok would roast you alive before you even had the chance to register they were there. Perhaps the King himself would do both before shocking your battered form to hell and back. Or maybe the Gloom hands would grab at your flailing arms and legs, holding you still while they drained the life force right out of you.

Something full of anger lit up in his gut at just the thought of you getting hurt. He had no reason to get so livid at even a scratch on your form, but for some reason it had him snarling to himself, as if daring the universe to test him.

He wouldn't put it past Hylia at this point, that vengeful bitch.

It seemed she took his challenge to heart anyway, just as you slipped out some strange device about the same size as his Purah pad. You were so immersed in the damned thing that you didn't even hear one of the trees moving around behind you. Which was beyond him since they weren't quiet.

You didn't even look up until the shadow was looming over you and he was jumping from his tree. Riju's power sparked to life as he pulled out his bow, stunning the tree with enough power it fell with a pull of purple smoke. Something began leaking out of the discarded log, black and viscous, as it always seemed to do these days. It didn't make any difference to him, they all died the same anyway.

You had fallen onto your ass as he approached, watching him like prey would watch the predator. Nothing but wide eyes leaking with fear as he loped upon you. It made his gut swing with something foreign as he eyed you. He wasn't stupid. He knew the Yiga would go to some, frankly, extraordinary lengths to have his head on a stick. Whose to say they wouldn't set up some form of act where they attacked each other just to garner his attention?

He held out his weapon towards you, the Lynel horn glinting in the light as it prodded against your neck. You vulnerable and fragile little neck. You looked like you were about to cry at the action.

Unrelated, he pulled back just a bit. His snarl remained just the same. "Who are you?" He barked, daring you to avoid his question. Your...device was discarded at your side, which you quickly grappled onto as some form of protection. He'd have to remain weary of that. If it was anything like his Purah pad, it would be of an annoyance. Especially if you were a Yiga. They were able to replicate the Thunder Helm for Din's sake. (That was a mess and a half to retrieve.)

You swallowed hard, wincing away from him before fighting the urge to look up at him. His heart stuttered at the positively broken look you showed. You were so scared and so frightened.

He was supposed to be a hero.

(A part of him argued that he was the hero. Had been the hero. And look where it got him? Right back at the start. Fighting for his life once more. Fighting for someone who wouldn't do the same for him. Fighting for a Goddess who only used him as a pawn only to discard him when he was done.)

There was no way you were Yiga. You couldn't have been. None of them would've ever looked up at him like that. Nor could you have been a puppet of Ganon. Puppets and Yiga would burst out into an offensive attack the second they caught sight of him.

You didn't pose a threat.

But that didn't clear your name. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer." He allowed ultrahand to light up Rauru's arm in a warning red.

You blinked before shakily swallowing, holding your device to your chest. "...Y/N."

So that was your name. It was a nice name. Suited your features well and rolled off the tongue. Each syllable seemed built for your very being. He repeated it, using the tip of his weapon to tilt your chin up to face him again. That same, Goddess damned, look was sprawled on your features as he looked over you. You didn't seem injured outside of a bandaged wrap around your lower neck and left shoulder.

You had been hurt. Perhaps it was under that Wild's watch, whoever they were. They were unfit to care for you it seemed. He would happily take over if it meant you didn't get hurt any longer.

"You're...Link, right?"

He blinked, weapon staggering for a second. How did you know who he was? No one knew who he was anymore. Not without that wretched Zelda beside him, giving him a title he felt disgraced his very being. The swordsman. it was all Mineru called him and it burned something bitter in him.

He pushed the weapon further against your skin, watching it turn a harsh red before flashing to white. "What's it to you?" His teeth were bared as you tried to pull away, if only to breath just a little. He didn't let you. While it made his gut rot and knot at the thought of hurting you, he couldn't risk his own life. Not when he had a duty, Not when he had a vengeance. A vendetta.

"I can explain!" You hurriedly called, making him pull back once again.

"I would do so quickly."

You shook in your spot as your showed him the device. It seemed to have a selection of boxes, each holding a different picture. The one you hovered over read something in a language he couldn't read, but there was a picture of him. Right there. This was your explanation? It was pitiful. He almost did away with you, if only to move on, but you spoke before he could.

"You're Link. The wielder of the Master Sword. I- I'm from some other world. I, along with a group of others, are travelling to fight a dark magic that has been effecting many Hyrules across time. It's evidently effected yours." You gestured to the log, which now had an inky puddle beneath it. "We're here to help."

He pulled the weapon away, but didn't raise his glare from your form. "I don't need help."

"I never said you did." You let out a sigh full of relief. "But sometimes having someone watch your back is nice. I know you haven't had that person for you, which breaks my heart. This adventure is your second, third if we count...Ya'know..." You trailed off as his eyes narrowed. Were you talking about the Calamity? The Calamity he fell to? "You haven't had help, which I can only imagine as exhausting."

You were speaking nonsense. Nonsense that made him bubble with understanding of a sort. It was a clumsy attempt, but you were trying to offer support to him. Support he had never had previously.

He could kick his past (Three minutes ago) self for ever dreaming of hurting you, even if it was for his own personal safety. The thought of having someone offer just a tad bit of help to his battered and broken from, riddled with gloom, had him feeling a bit lighter.

He wouldn't trust you right away, he had gotten burned one too many times from doing that, but he would get you to a stable. Ensure you were safe from infection and whatever else before he made a decision regarding you and him in any sort of capacity.

Maybe take you to your group if only to see if those filth were worthy of your presence.

He would ensure you were safe in his, nevertheless. If he had to do away with the others, then so be it.

If he wanted to keep something, he would need to cling to it.

And this was just the start of his grip on you. Whether you knew it yet, or not.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #Does this count as wild? #No? bc it's sage? #I'll put wild to spread the word of sage #Yandere wild #Yandere Wild x reader #wild x reader #lu wild #lu wild x reader #Yandere sage #Yandere sage x reader #lu sage #Sage is TotK link #and we LOVE him

[tinandabin]

Traveller meets the creator

hi guys this doesn't occur in the main story just so u know

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It was a quiet afternoon in Liyue Harbor, after defeating Osial things were going back to normal and everything was calm. Of course, the creator had heard of the sudden calamity upon Liyue, but they had no intention to interfere with the matters of the mortal realm. The Archons are there to take care of their respective nations. So, you left it to them to deal with.

You'd heard a few tales from wandering rumours, of the 'Mighty Traveller' the one who not only defeated your dear Dvalin but one of the Fatui Harbingers and then Osial. That was truly impressive. However, you had no intention of meeting the Traveller.

So, meeting the Traveller right now was a pure coincidence. But the thing is, the traveller doesn't know you are The Creator. I mean, who would know when you are disguised to the brim? No one could know except your dear acolytes.

They had a flying companion named 'Paimon' who was busy gobbling down all the food at the moment.

"So dear Traveller, what are you looking for?" You asked, looking at the female who was obviously an outlander considering the clothing she wore.

"...I'm looking for my brother," She answered, becoming suspicious of you. Why are you asking her this? More importantly, why would you care for a traveller? Everyone always just asked her for help; no one asked her if she needed help.

"Oh, did he perhaps get lost?" You asked yet another question. It was obvious you were just toying with her for your own amusement. I mean, she did just say she was looking for her brother.

"Not particularly, me and my brother got separated by some unknown God.." She doesn't know why, but she just knows she can trust you. It doesn't hurt to tell another stranger of her sad tale, does it now? Who knows, you might even have seen her brother somewhere.

"Oh my, is that why you have been saving nations?" You were a bit shocked, who could've thought that one of your own children would have been the culprits, huh. She was most likely looking for the Archons to find some answers.

Before Lumine could reply, a black cat approached you. "Will you look at that? I have to take my leave now; thank you dear Lumine for sparing your time. We shall meet again." And with that, you went away with the cat dutifully following you.

Lumine's mind was in a daze, why couldn't she stop you? It felt as if what had just happened was a dream. "----ELLER!!" Paimon's voice brought Lumine back from her mind.

You were gone and that was when she noticed, you knew her name. Her real name.

"Paimon, who was that lady?"

"What lady, Traveller? Are you okay..?"

That was her first encounter with you.

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A few weeks passed and Lumine stepped afoot into Liyue again, after doing her daily commissions. She headed to the Adventure's Guild and heard a few passersby talk of The Creator. She had heard of her and hoped to have an audience with her, if even she didn't know of her brother's whereabouts, Lumine didn't know what to do then.

Obviously, getting an audience with the Creator isn't an easy task; it isn't like they are even in the 'Mortal Realm'. People say that the creator lives far away from the grounds of Teyvat.

"Katheryne! We are here," Spoke Paimon, waving at the female.

"Ad Astra Abyssosque! Hello Traveller and Paimon!" She greeted back with enthusiasm, already handing off their rewards for doing the commissions.

"Katheryne, do you know what the hustle and bustle is about in Liyue?" Lumine questioned, everyone looked very happy, nothing bad of course, but it wasn't everyday you saw Liyue like this. It was almost as if they were celebrating some festival.

"Ah yes! The Holy Creator has decided to head into Liyue regarding the passing of Rex Lapis and some trivial matters." She informed the pair Lumine was a bit stunned for a second, it almost felt surreal to her. Maybe luck was with her, considering she is able to get an audience with the Creator so soon. Of course; there was a chance for the Creator to not help her.. But she will try to keep a positive attitude, at the very least, she will be able to see this 'Holy Creator'. She only heard of the Creator through the tales of Teyvat. Everyone praised this Creator, and even the Archons looked love-struck whenever they spoke of the Creator. Even Paimon— 'Teyvat's Best Guide' didn't know much of the creator. 

Paimon gasped loudly and hurriedly asked about the exact timing of the Creator's arrival. "Oh, Traveller! We have to prepare an offering right NOW!! The Creator is gonna be here in a few hours!! Oh, Archons, what will we do??" She started to relentlessly kick her legs and went to different stalls for some inspiration for the offering. 

"Calm down, Paimon. I'm sure we will arrange an offering." Lumine calmly followed Paimon and so the small hunt for the 'Best Offering Of Teyvat' as Paimon phrased it, began. 

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"Alright! Our basket of offerings is ready!" Paimon stuck her nose up in the air proudly. The basket of different items the pair arranged was remarkable; considering the small amount of time they were given. Of course, it wouldn't be possible without Zhongli's help. Sure he may not have Mora, but he did certainly have good tastes and keenly knew of the dislikes and likes of the Creator; he wasn't the Geo Archon for naught now, was he? 

The basket consisted of a few carefully plucked fresh Glaze Lillies. Some Sunettias were placed, all of them looking very sweet. A few more different & exotic fruits were placed. Zhongli insisted for the Traveller to teleport to Mondstadt and get a bottle of Dandelion Wine. Lumine didn't really have a choice in the matter, so she did. The basket itself wasn't anything extraordinary; nor were the items in it much special. However, Lumine did trust Zhongli's judgement, considering he was the Geo Archon. 

"Alright! Thanks for your help, Zhongli!" Paimon waved the man goodbye as Lumine carried the basket. She was starting to have doubts of the creator like this offering. No use in overthinking now, best to head towards Liyue Harbor. 

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In some time, The Creator was to step into Liyue Harbor. Everyone was waiting patiently, all eager to show-off their offerings. 

Meanwhile, the said Creator was busy feeding her koi fish. It was comical, because she was barely even dressed up for the event. Well, it wasn't really an event for you. It's normal for you to drop by in different regions; sometimes as the Creator, sometimes as a mortal. The humans were the ones to exaggerate whenever you dropped by. Really, all you wanted to do in Liyue Harbor was eat grilled tiger fish and go back to your home. 

But of course, you wouldn't dare disappoint your devotees. If they wish for you to play along with their shenanigans, you would gladly do so. So long as no one was harmed. 

"Oh Holiest Of All Creator! When the fuck will you get ready?" The cat, Seraphina, now morphed into a human male, not-so-graciously asked you. "Now, now, there is no need to rush. We still have like 1 hour."

"Oh, are you sure? Because the last time I checked you have exactly 5 minutes 52 seconds," He said, glaring at you while closing his pocket watch. 

"Ah, how will I, the Creator, care for measly affairs like time." You replied, dramatically placing a hand on your forehead for added effects. In your next life, you are gonna be a fucking actor. 

Seraphina sighed and told you to get ready. What does he even mean by that? You are ready. Who cares about clothes and all. Definitely not you. Nope. 

Anyways, by the next second, you were seen frantically rushing back and forth through your wardrobe and getting ready. Typical Creator behaviour, am I right? 

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"The Creator is here! Everybody, kindly step aside!"  

As everyone parted away, you could see a stunning throne situated between an open garden. It was made of gold and had beautiful designs carved into it. Whoever did the work on this throne definitely deserved a raise. You settled onto the throne with Seraphina standing beside you. Everyone looked at you, hoping for you to say something. You looked at the crowd— it was awkward. Yeah, even the Creator feels awkward. Big surprise huh? "Alright, this is awkward. Why is this part of the ceremony always awkward?" You whispered. Maybe you should ask Seraphina to prepare a speech for you beforehand from now on. That would be nice. 

Deep breaths now, and you gotta speak. Why is everyone looking at you? Like, yes, you are the Creator but chill out. It looks like everyone wants to eat you. "Greetings, subjects of Liyue." You started. But what to say now..? You don't know!! You aren't built for situations like these. Someone help. 

Seraphina sweatdropped, sighing at your awkward state. Are you even the Creator? "Apologies, the Creator is feeling awkward.. I shall take it upon myself to do all the talking part then." He spoke up in an authoritative tone and started with all the pleasantries which the Author can't be bothered to write about. The crowd couldn't help but swoon over their Creator, could you be any more adorable? 

As Seraphina did all the talking, you looked through the crowd hoping to spot a familiar face; of Morax, to be specific. Obviously, you knew he wasn't dead. It was all just a play to step down from the role of Archon. Not that you blamed him though, if given the chance, you would most likely fake your death and leave the role of creator. Not now, though. Maybe when Teyvat could live without you. 

Whilst looking through the crowd, you spotted the Traveller. You were surprised at seeing her, and it looked like she even had an offering. And will you look at that? Even Morax— or Zhongli, was beside her. He was looking at you since the start, and when you finally noticed him he couldn't help but feel a bit giddy on the inside. 

Smiling, you waved at Zhongli and The Traveller. The movement didn't go unnoticed by the crowd, but they thought you were simply waving to the Traveller. Why would you even wave at the assistant of a funeral parlour? That would be laughable. 

Within some time, all of the talking part was over and people began to come up one by one to offer something. Most of it was jewellery, clothes, gold and everything not eatable. You wouldn't complain about it though, it would be rude to do so. But personally, you really had no use of most of these mortal things. Well, whatever you suppose. 

Everyone would simply leave the offerings near your feet, none really had the courage to actually speak with you. You were getting sleepy, it was probably time for you to take a nap. 

But all the sleep vanished when Zhongli came up to place his offering— a silk flower. You'd always loved flowers, especially silk flowers and glaze lilies. They were just so pretty, how could you not? The crowd gaped at the audacity of this assistant to just offer a mere flower, but luckily so, their Creator was kind and accepted the offering with a smile on their face. "Why, thank you. I've always loved silk flowers." You twirled the flower in your hand, deliberating whether to eat it or not. 

After Zhongli came the Traveller, who placed her offering beside the others. She wouldn't so blatantly speak to you— in front of such a crowd at that. 

Soon enough all the offerings were placed and the Creator got up, intending to leave because it has been 5 minutes since your nap time started. Cannot miss it!! 

You started walking away, with Seraphina who has already teleported all the offerings to your palace. "Wait, I would like to speak with the Creator." Lumine stepped out from the crowd as Seraphina glanced at her, annoyed. "Right now?" He asked, irritated. But Lumine was persistent and said, "Right now." 

 "How about we arrange an appointment? Come tomorrow at like..4PM. Starsnatch cliff." And with that Seraphina and the Creator vanished. Thank Seraphina because bro, your social battery for today is in the negatives. You wouldn't be able to handle another interaction now... 

Even if Zhongli had been the one to stop you, you would've still vanished because sleeping is your top priority, sorry not sorry.

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TIME: 3:47PM 

LOCATION: STARSNATCH CLIFF

"Wew, we made it! And we still have time to spare." Paimon spoke up, huffing a bit. Hey, floating also takes energy, okay? 

"And the Creator is nowhere..." Lumine muttered, looking around her surroundings. For some reason, the other people yesterday didn't heard what that man— most likely your assistant said, it was perhaps only meant for her to hear. And Paimon. 

Maybe it was to prevent any other people from coming? If news spreads that the Creator is somewhere, prying eyes are always sure to follow. Come now, it isn't everyday you see the Creator. They barely make a presence nowadays, it is only natural to levitate towards your creator, right? 

A plop was heard and the sound of another body falling. "Motherfucker.." The voice groaned. Lumine took out her dull blade, getting into a fighting stance as Paimon looked over Lumine's shoulder to see the person. 

"See? I told you to be careful. But who even listens to me nowadays, huh? I am now just an old lady..none cares for me." You landed gracefully, much to Seraphina's displeasure.

"Well, hello Traveller! Do you remember me?" You waved at her, helping Seraphina up. At first, Lumine didn't recognise you. But the longer she looked at your face and imagined a hood covering it, she knew you were definitely that lady at Liyue Harbor. 

Her eyes widened a bit, wondering if she should be on guard or not. Her dull sword didn't disappear to her inventory, that you noticed. You had no qualms with her having a weapon with her. You weren't cocky or anything being the Creator, but you also didn't doubt your strength when it came to protecting Teyvat. Sure, you may be nearing your retirement age but who cares! 

"I suppose you want answers?" You laughed nervously, awkwardly clapping your hands. Lumine wasn't much of a talker, nor were you. So Paimon has to take the job upon herself!

"Eek!! I mean, yes! We umumum, need answers. Traveller's brother, what do you know about him, errr creator?" It was funny seeing Paimon stumble over her words, haha. She seems so nervous, you could just eat her. Literally. 

"Yes..What do you know of my brother?" Lumine finally spoke up, looking at you. Your eyes were filled with a bitter emotion. 

And so the tale of Khaenri'ah began, being spoken of for the very first time. 

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A knock resounded on your door. "Come in."  A muffled voice replied. 

The 3 Gods, which made up the Heavenly principles were crowded around your bed in which you slept peacefully. It has been decades.. Or even more since you last awoke. The first was a woman, Asmoday, with beautiful long white hair. She had golden— or amber eyes. The 'Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.' 

The second was a man with short black hair, possibly the most closest with the Creator. He never really engaged with the Heavenly Principles, finding them to be simply absurd. He had emerald eyes, and he was also your familiar. He went by the name 'Seraphina' meaning "Purifying Angel". The seraphim are the highest-ranking angels of God and are known for their intense passion and zealous love. The name was given to him by the Creator himself, and he wore it with pride.

The last one was an outlander, the weakest among all. She had a kind heart and would happily give herself up for you. She had short [H/C] and delicate [E/C]. One would say she was a ditto copy of yours. Many had even mistaken her as the creator. She called herself Revelyn.

The informant cowered in these Gods presence. The Creator always radiated a warm, kind and gentle aura. He never felt fear with the Creator. "There is something strange occurring in Teyavt.. A nation without a God ruling it has recently come into existence.." The voice informed, clutching a few papers. 

"Oh? Is that so. Humans and them thinking they can foolishly rule without a God." Asmoday scoffed, glaring at nothing. 

"Well, what does it even have to do with us?" Seraphina said, raising an eyebrow. "The Creator would have let them be; it isn't our place to interfere." 

"Sir.. The nation has been building monstrous machines.. Our team fears they may be a threat to the future of Teyavt." The informant spoke out, his voice wavering a bit. Seriously, why do they have to be so intimidating? Can't they like, take a chill pill for a second?

"A threat to the future of Teyvat... The Creator wouldn't want that, now would she, S-e-r-a-p-h-i-n-a?" Asmoday smirked a bit at him, he was just always full of himself. 

"You shut your mouth. We will not take any action until the Creator is awake." Seraphina declared and left the room, leaving the rest alone.

"I agree with Seraphina.. We shouldn't take any action.. But if it harms Teyvat.. Then I fear I wouldn't be so compliant."  Revelyn spoke in a soft tone. Her hand held yours. 

And so the Archon war started.

Messages were passed onto the Archons, to make sure this new nation will not survive. Do whatever it takes, it doesn't matter if you all die in the war. The Heavenly Principles said. That was when Seraphina officially left the Heavenly Principles and Revelyn went back to her world with a silent promise to see you again in her heart.

"And now..The nation is but a lost tale to time." You finished with a whisper, your eyes recalling the bitter memory. It always soured your mood, to think Asmoday and Revelyn would do this.. Seraphina played no part in it, considering he never agreed to what they said and left when they officially declared war on the nation. 

"Oh, also, your brother is the Prince Of Abyys." 

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Anyways have some incorrect quotes cuz why not?

[Name]: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Revelyn: What?

Seraphina: That you're a child.

Asmoday: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

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[Name]: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Revelyn: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Seraphina: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Asmoday: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

[Name]: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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[Name]: Dammit, Revelyn!

Revelyn: What?! It wasn’t me!

[Name]: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Seraphina!

Seraphina: Not me either.

[Name]: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Asmoday: *whistles*

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[Name]: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Revelyn: You were flirting with Seraphina.

[Name]: So what? They're my partner.

Revelyn: You asked them if they were single.

[Name]:

Revelyn: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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[Name]: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Revelyn: The car takes a screenshot.

Seraphina: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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[Name]: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Revelyn: Just rip the bandage off.

[Name]: It’s Seraphina.

Revelyn: Put the bandage back on.

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Seraphina, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

[Name]: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Seraphina: Do you take constructive criticism?

[Name]: I only take cash or credit.

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Seraphina: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

[Name]: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Seraphina: No! Four to five seconds!

[Name]: Too late!!!

Masterlist

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[kseung]

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Better Timing

Pt. 2 of Bad timing

Requested

Warnings: Wednesday being Wednesday.

Words: 815~

Now, before you read. I apologize for making this drabble too short.

After some good sleep, now that you and Wednesday were doing okay, you decided it was time to talk to her. You were doing much better. That day you had spent your classes with her, as per usual. She seemed to like having her schedule back to normal.

Your friends were all glad stuff was better. They were happy you weren't gloomy anymore. At least not gloomy alone. Enid was particularly thrilled. But can you blame her? Her favorite ship was sailing again.

You knocked three times in a waltz pattern, letting Wednesday know it was you who knocked. You then opened the door, finding her sitting in front of her typewriter. You smiled, settling for her bed. You took off your shoes, and sat cross-legged. Maybe now you'd get to think about what to say.

—I was talking to you.

Wednesday's voice is usually stoic, but with enough potential for deadpan jokes. Even if she doesn't admit it, she's quite the funny gal. You then realized she had stopped writing, as you heard nothing but silence. You looked at her, nodding.

—Sorry. I was thinking. What did you tell me?

—I can't concentrate with you here. It'd be better if we could talk now.

Oh, yeah. That. It made sense, really. Wednesday was, most probably, thinking about what you'd say. Then she wouldn't be able to concentrate, of course.

—Sure, Wens.

She couldn't help but tug upwards the corners of her mouth. The nickname you had for her always made her feel. That in itself was a great accomplishment. One you were happy to achieve.

You started. —First of all, I want to apologize for being mean to you. I needed space, but I went the wrong way when trying to get it. It's completely okay for you not to accept it—. You sighed. Things were sprawled all over the table, with no sign of order whatsoever.

You guessed it was time to kick the elefant out of the room. —I really like you, Wednesday. I really, really do. Seeing you with Tyler crushed me. I was actually planning on confessing that day—, you said after laughing nervously. —I know you aren't exactly keen on showing feelings, so seeing you kiss him was shocking.

She was thingking about your words. By the way her face looked, you could see that she thought it was logical, in a way, that you felt what you felt. She nodded.

—I was not trying to make you feel bad. I apologize for that—. You smiled at what Wednesday said. You knew. She wasn't quite as keen on hurting you as she was with others, much less in non-physical ways. She was silent then for some moments. Expressing herself out loud was always uncomfortable for her, so you patiently waited. —Tyler tried to kiss me before, so I thought that maybe it was what I had to do. The ambience did not help either—. You nodded, almost imperceptibly. She saw it and took it as a sign to continue. —I don't know what I feel. But I knew that kissing him felt wrong. Maybe later I could feel how it is when I kiss you?

She and her way with words. Speaking was not her forte, but you still smiled. You moved until you were sitting closer to her, at least at arm's reach. Emotions suit her well, she just doesn't want to acknowledge that fact.

—So... you're saying you want to kiss me?

—Quite obviously.

—Take your chance—, you shrugged.

You smiled when Wednesday pulled you towards her, gripping onto your necktie. She may be small, but she's also quite strong. It made you feel things akin to her very own sentiments.

At first you were just face to face, keeping up the most intense yet meaningful stares. Until her eyes wandered off, downwards to your lips. Your hand traveled to her waist, as she gripped the fabric tighter.

—I'll be taking it gladly.

She moved forward, finally kissing you like you so desperately wanted. You pulled her towards you, getting her out of that uncomfortable chair. She settled better on your lap, finally circling your neck with one of her arms.

—Why did we take so long to do that?

—Such a regret...—, she trailed off. She stilled, looking at you. —No words about this to anyone or I'll break your neck.

—Hmm. No thanks. Seems like you like my neck too much to allow it to break.

She pulled on your tie.

—Shut it.

You were more than happy to shut up if it meant kissing for a little while more.

••••

—Enid screamed. My ears are hurting now. Lovely.

You looked at Wednesday as she sat across from you at the table. Her eyes looked particularly alive that day, beaming but still Wednesday. You swallowed your piece of bread.

—And hugged you too. You seem extra stiff—, you said. She nodded. —You're such an adorable creature. My creature, hmm?

Oh, that she was.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagines #wednesday imagine #jenna ortega x reader #fanfic #x reader

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Bully

Bully!Soap x gn!reader (college/highsool whatever au)

It's the last evening you're all together and you can't wait to leave it all behind. Your bully finds you one last time and his intentions are not what you expected

Hurt no comfort, reader getting closure (kinda?)

Warning: Soap is an asshole in this,I'm sorry y'all

Finally it’s over. You’ll be free come morning. Free of classes and professors and classmates and most of all free of bullies. You can do what you want and wherever you’ll end up, it will be a completely new chapter in your life.

You just have to get through this one evening. Honestly you considered not coming to the graduation party, you didn’t really have a connection to anyone anyway. But you came to the conclusion that it would be a nice way to say goodbye to these four years of hell.

You pushed through, you did it and after this evening you won’t have to see any of these spawns of hell ever again. You haven’t had this much peace of mind in a long time. The certainty of things finally being done makes you feel more confident so you don’t really glance up when John fucking MacTavish decides to join you.

What he could want now, on the last evening of all of you seeing each other, eludes you. Maybe he wants to get on your nerves one last time. Bully you one last time but suddenly you don’t even care. Let him be an ass, you won’t have to see his irritating face ever again come morning.

“Hey, ugly. Surprised you decided to show your face here. Can’t be that anyone invited you.”

He’s smirking down at you with that annoying, cocky smirk that makes so many girls swoon. You don’t even look up at him, leaning back on the steps leading down to the backyard of whoever’s house this is. You take another sip of your drink.

“Still haven’t found your voice after all these years, huh, mutt.”, he continues to goad you and finally you look up at him, meeting his eyes.

It’s really sad, that he’s so pretty, such a pretty shell for so much ugly personality. “What do you want MacTavish.”, you ask, almost bored.

He seems taken aback by your lack of reaction to him. But he finds his grin immediately again. “Ohhh look at the little mutt being all grown up and not being scared of me, anymore.”

He sits down next to you, leaning into your space and you lean away from him, the railing behind you keeping you from falling back. “Don’t forget what I can do to you.”, he whispers almost threateningly and suddenly you laugh. He flinches back from the unexpected sound.

Your laugh is easy and carefree, your eyes sparkling with honest mirth as you look into his eyes. Your laugh steals his breath. He’s never seen you laugh like this and it throws him off. God he didn’t know you’d sound so pretty, even though he imagined making you laugh like this more times than he can count.

“Yeah?”, you ask still giggling. “What are you gonna do? There’s no lockers here for you to lock me into. What are you gonna do? Trip me? Pull my hair? Rip my clothes? Drag me to the bathroom and lock me in there? Tell everyone here that “little ugly” came to the party to ruin everyone’s view?”

You relax against the banister behind you gaze still locked on him and he opens and closes his mouth once before leaning in again: “No, I’ll give you what you’ve wanted from me all these years.”

Suddenly your mouth is dry as he puts his broad warm hand on your thigh. Your eyes meet his, big, like a deer caught in the headlight and suddenly everything makes sense. The way he’d pick on you, his flushed face when he spilled water over you and your shirt got see-through. The way he’d call you ugly because you can see it in his eyes, he thinks you’re anything but ugly.

He gently starts letting his hand wander to your inner thigh where it begins to drag upwards and you reflexively close your thighs, trapping his hand, preventing him from travelling higher. You leave his hand there and lean in too so your lips are next to his ear.

“And what do I want from you, MacTavish?”, you don’t miss the way he shudders when he feels your breath on his skin. His hand grips your thigh tighter.

“You want me to touch you, have since the first day, where I bumped into you on accident and made you drop your books. Ever since then I couldn’t get you out of my head, the way you’d looked up at me from where you gathered your stuff. Wanted to see that face over and over again. That’s why you never rand from me, mutt, you wanted me to bully you, to make you feel all helpless and small. And now I’ll finally give you the bullying you wanted from me.”, he murmurs to you and maybe if it were still that first interaction he just recounted you’d react with goosebumps.

Instead you grab his wrist when he tries to move his hand again and rip it off of you. You laugh again and he leans back looking at you, shocked at the surprisingly cold sound.

You shove his hand against his chest and pat his cheek condescendingly and harder than he should allow. “No, Johnny. I didn’t run because there was no where you didn’t find me. You’re an asshole to think I’d want you after everything.”

His eyes are wide and you see cracks in his façade for the first time. “But you’re obviously attracted to me.”, he almost splutters and you grin and stand up.

“Sorry MacTavish, no body and face could ever be attractive enough to cover the stench of your rotten personality.”, you say pleasantly, brushing off invisible dust from your thighs. Or maybe you’re brushing away the reminder of his touch.

Johnny can’t believe what’s happening. He was so sure of it. He’d get to have you today, after three years of making you look at him with those adorable tearful eyes, you’d allow him to make you all glassy eyed for a different reason. And he’d be so good, so much better than you’d expect, that you’d ask for his number and he’d get to keep you as his nice little pet dog. He’d get to bully you like he’s always done just with an added layer of pleasure.

“Darling, please. Let me explain.” He hates how whiny his voice suddenly sounds, the petname slipping out subconsciously.

“I hope you have a nice rest of your life, MacTavish. I’m outta here. Nothing here for me to miss. I hope I never see you again.”, you say, then turn and wave over your shoulder.

“Please. Stay.”, his voice is thin and why the hell is he the one that sounds like a pathetic dog now?

You don’t spare him another glance as you leave, missing the way he’s the one with glossy eyes for once.

#the sewer writes #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #bully!soap x gn!reader #gn!reader #I did my boy so dirty in this I almost feel bad #this came to me and I had to #tosses this into the void kinda hoping no one will see it #don't be mean please #cod x reader

[caspercryptid]

Fellow disabled here.

What are your thoughts on Wylls horns or other parts of the transformation being painful, either acute from being new, or chronic as the days go on? Perhaps Gale or Karlach have some words of wisdom? Gale with the chronic pain of the orb, Karlach with a broken horn (is that painful too?) and an engine burning her up from the inside. Love to hear some fluff of folks quietly showing up for Wyll. ❤️

Hey sorry this took me a minute! I'm going to hit this one for Day 1 of @thekindredcollective's Wyll month, {Perception}

Sorry no karlach i don't know her too well yet, I'll have to write her another time.

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Wyll’s neck hurts.

It shouldn’t be the most important thing about all of this. It shouldn’t matter at all. There are so many more serious concerns with the way he looks, the way he feels, what’s been done to him. But they’re easy to rationalize and accept. The way he’s seen is, after all, out of his hands. There’s so little he can do about any of this. He’s yielding. He’s always, his entire life, done as he felt he had to. There was little choice in the matter. Offered the chance to do it all over, he wouldn’t do a single thing differently. There is no choice. He’s surrendered to the tide, knelt to it, sworn his fealty to his own soul and his own moral code.

But still. His neck hurts. 

He can’t sleep.

That’s the worst of it, he thinks, laying back on his pillow and looking up at the sky above them. During the day the ache is easy. He has others, and more immediate problems, and when he’s run through and Shadowheart heals him all the pain fades and he almost forgets that the way that ache collects at the top of his spine is the weight of his own head and not another injury from a lifetime of collecting them. 

He has other aches and pains. He’s young, he knows, objectively. The others are older than he is. When he was really young and reckless he used to jump off the banister of the stairs, impatient to get to the ground, never able to wait to get...wherever it was he was going. Always somewhere, in those days. Maybe now, too, always rushing to some new adventure. But sometimes when he was young he would be caught by the waist- his father, or a nanny, always someone bright-eyed and laughing and warning him one day his knees and ankles wouldn’t bear his weight the same way. I wish I was young like you. 

He understands now. Still young, but his body bears the weight of the distance he’s traveled. Aching knees, sore shoulders, tendons stretched and stretched and not feeling quite as flexible as they’d been when he was younger and vaulting over tables. But those aches wandered and stayed dull, were easy enough to ease with rest or getting off his feet, not kneeling quite so much. This ache sat. Squatted on his shoulders like he was carrying the physical stone weight of the devil on his shoulder. Which, well. He supposed he was. 

It was hard not to think about it when he had nothing else to think about. The night was almost totally silent, only him and his pain and the faint hooting of an owl and— footsteps.

He tries to twist his head, bumps a horn into the ground and winces as pain flares through his neck again, bright and hot enough that he has to close his eyes against it. He holds still, just trying to breathe and will it away, when there’s a hand against the bare skin of his neck, cool with something spread over the fingers, a little slick and a little resistant, spreading on his neck with the calm precision of jam under a knife. He opens his eyes again, holding still, confused, only to see....Gale.

He hadn’t expected Gale. The way the pain starts to ebb under a faint warming sensation, shadowheart seemed a more likely guess. But It’s gale, in his camp clothes and holding a jar, calm and rubbing a salve into his neck. Wyll tries to voice a question, but Gale looks embarrassed and answers before he can ask it.

“I apologize,” he says, quietly, “You’ve been rubbing at your neck and I could tell you weren’t asleep. That must hurt.”

“...It did,” Wyll admits, only a bit reluctant. As much as he hates to be a bother, embarrassing Gale wouldn’t be polite. And it’s helping- it’s not so much immediately soothing the pain as spreading an odd hot-and-cold sensation across his skin that seems to loosen up the muscles. 

“I... think you may need to change your posture,” Gale says, recovering a bit. “In the long term, perhaps. Karlach holds herself differently than you do, and I think on the whole tieflings balance...differently. To accommodate the weight. I believe it would be easier for you to adjust if you hadn’t been trained with a blade, a bit ironically, because you’re so careful about your posture that I rather suspect that you’ve overwritten your natural inclination to stand in a way that makes up for any weight. Of course there’s probably very few cases where this has happened to draw from, it would be an interesting area of research, there have to be other people who’ve perhaps sprouted wings. Perhaps Halsin holds himself differently when he transforms. Not that you’re an animal, of course, that may be an unflattering comparison—”

Wyll can’t help but laugh a little. “I’m not offended,” he assures him. “It’s alright. You’ve probably got the right idea about Karlach. And Halsin is trained as well, he might be conscious about adjusting his posture. Perhaps he’d know a thing or two.” He pauses, weighing the question for a second, and then says— “Am I that obvious?”

“Oh, no,” Gale says, “I only noticed because I—” His hand settles over his chest, and as he does it Wyll realizes that it’s not the first time he’s seen Gale make that gesture. He’d thought it a kind of quirk of self-aggrandizing: pressing your hand to your chest does add the sort of dramatic flair that Gale tended to favor in his speech. 

“—it hurts, doesn’t it?” Wyll asks. “The— thing. In your chest.”

“—terribly,” Gale admits, tone a little flat. He doesn’t quite ever sound properly downcast, always animated in some way or other. It’s odd to hear him drop some of the...gusto. From his speech. He clears his throat, as though catching himself, even without Wyll pointing it out, forcing himself to speak with a little more pep again.

“It’s not so bad. Everyone has been very kind about sharing their magic items with me.”

“Does it...stop hurting?” Wyll asks, “When you’re fed.”

“Well, no,” Gale admits, “but it’s not quite so.... Pressing. Easier to ignore.”

Wyll realizes, a little distantly, that it’s quite late. And Gale is awake too.

“—Hey,” he says. “I think I had a spare—” “No,” Gale says, waving him off, “I appreciate the thought, but it’s not... ah, the last time I went too long before feeding it. It’s sated now, but the feeling sort of...climbed up my throat. And now if I lie down my throat aches. It’ll pass, I expect, but I’m just...taking watch.”

“I see,” Wyll says, slowly. “I wonder if Shadowheart has any herbs that—” “It’s really no trouble—” “You helped me,” Wyll counters, pressing himself up, slow and careful, minding the weight. “It’s not too bad.”

“Neither was my neck.”

Gale sighs, sensing his defeat.

“—Alright. But I don’t want to wake her—” “We don’t have to,” Wyll says, “She’s one of Shar’s, she’ll probably be awake. Come on. Help me up?”

As Gale offers a hand, Wyll reflects. It was nice, not being alone. Perhaps he could remind Gale of that too. 

#wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #wyllstravaganza2024 #wyll month #bladeweave #(if you squint) #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #casper's haunted fic tag #wyllstravaganza

[jazeswhbhaven]

Let's have some angst

MC suddenly doesn't remember who everyone is and they're confused about where they are

You can tell they have dementia (?)

How do you think the kings react to this shock (maybe with Sitri too)?

Oh snap, we've got angst in the house! (thank you for your patience on this)

So because dementia is more than just memory loss, and involves eventually being able to do basic functions and other everyday things it would affect MC's mood/etc. I will just base this off of general memory loss if that's okay, mostly because dementia is something I only know a basis of, and I could very much get something wrong in my response and I wouldn't want to upset anyone who has a loved one dealing with this illness. Sitri: He realizes right off the bat something isn't right from the first day MC started showing symptoms of memory loss. He gets a second opinion from Morax, who confirms that MC is suffering from this symptom due to being in Hell. It's not reversible once it's started, and Sitri prepares by writing little notes for MC and sticking them in various places. He will also text them updates or things to remember to do once they wake up. Sitri does get upset sometimes when they don't remember him, but he has gotten used to it by now. At least the silver lining is that when he calls them Solomon they respond to it as normal instead of correcting him often. Satan: He at first thinks MC is just airheaded, and doesn't take it seriously until one day they have a major freak out and truly don't remember him at all. They were in bed sleeping with him and woke up screaming and kicking and crying and then when Satan realized it was serious. He knows what to do without consulting anyone and he keeps MC around him 24/7 at this point to make sure they don't get lost or hurt. He tells them various stories each day to jog their memory and it seems to work on most days, there are also days when he has to restrain them because they'll go ballistic on him and ask where Minhyeok is (they seem to only remember his name and not Satan). Mammon: Truly a devil of denial when he starts seeing MC forgetting small things, as he doesn't pay attention until one day Bimet complains that MC struck him because they thought he was a stranger. Mammon jumps into action having a specific room set with Ai bots to help MC's memory by providing puzzles, mental exercises, and whatever they need to help stave off the symptoms. He gets upset often when MC doesn't remember him and he does sit alone in his room and wonders if it's better to just let MC return home so their life can be easier. He feels if MC went home then maybe their memory would return. But he belongs to MC, he can't bear to do it...so he tries his best to hide the hurt, and tend to their needs in any way he can. Beelzebub: He doesn't remember things often as well so he can tell immediately what's wrong with MC when it starts happening. He instructs Bael to keep an eye on them from time to time and just let things go with the flow. At the same time, he begins to worry when MC starts wandering off on their own thinking that they ended up in the palace by accident, searching for their "home". Beel decides to take MC with him on his travels instead of keeping them in Avisos, where he knows the devils there would take advantage of the situation when he's not around. Though sometimes he does forget that MC is having memory laps, he is very protective and attentive to them. Though, he doesn't necessarily like it that MC doesn't remember him some days at all no matter how many times he tries to make it stick. Maybe...someday...

Leviathan: This is something he ignores at first because he thinks it's just MC playing around with him and causing trouble. It isn't until MC truly doesn't acknowledge him and ignores him and his nobles because they think they've wandered around somewhere and got lost is when Levi makes it a point to jump in. He finds it bittersweet that MC doesn't remember him, that every morning it seems that MC forgets everything from the day before. It exhausts Levi to go through the same routine, knowing he's done this for days now with them and nothing seems to stick or fix it. He's close to giving up, perhaps sending MC off to stay at the local hospital or having a healer/doctor come to Hades to provide all-around care for MC. He just can't do it...know that those eyes that used to look at him so fondly now only stare at him in confusion and fear. Lucifer: When he notices right away, he immediately gets Morax, Marbas, and Buer to tend to MC while he handles his duties as normal. He doesn't seem to mind that MC doesn't remember him but he is concerned about them not knowing their own name and forgetting things that they've done even minutes ago. He doesn't find it safe for them to be outside the palace so he has each of his nobles rotate shifts watching over MC. When he has the time he spends it with them, telling stories of what he did that day, and giving MC small context words to see if they stick for the next day. He does this from now on, accepting that this is life with MC now. He spends most of his time with them, hiding his true feelings of impending loneliness, knowing that eventually, he will have to let MC go back home so that their memory may return normally.

#whb #what in hell is bad #jwhbasks❓ #whb kings👑 #whb requests and headcanons #memory loss tw #memory loss au

[voxofthevoid]

This should have been another Dickfest Wednesday, but well, Chapter 236 derailed my plans...considerably. I got bitten by a plot bunny (by three actually, including the curse!Gojou one), and since it doesn't seem like I can get back to my usual JJK madness until I get this out of my system (unfondly remembering the time I had to do the same after Marvel's Endgame fucked up Steve's character arc), Dickfest Wednesdays are now suspended in favor of Time Travel Fuck-It Wednesdays.

Bit of a mouthful, but ah well.

The premise is that post-236 Gojou time-travels to the past, around two years pre-canon, and sets about trying to avoid the doomed future he came from in the most unhinged way possible—including raising Yuuji like a lamb to the slaughter the way he refused to commit to in canon. Whether it works out like he plans is another matter.

He stares for a beat longer at the groaning body at his feet before surveying the others scattered around the alley. Everyone’s alive and breathing. No one’s conscious. Yuuji doesn’t do this usually, doesn’t let it get this far. But he’s never had to, the delinquents and wannabe-gangsters running away after they take a few of his punches.

___

A low, long whistle makes Yuuji freeze from head to toe.

But this was a bigger group, and one of them had a knife. They were confident, and Yuuji was angry, and now he knows what sharp metal feels like bending in his fist while cutting through flesh.

They’re all still breathing, all still unconscious; the whistle came from none of them.

Yuuji whips around, fists up in a fighting stance. The left one hurts, the long cut dug into the meat of his palm a wet pulse. It’s sticky and hot too, blood seeping out from between his fingers and trickling down his wrist, but Yuuji knows he can fight with it. He already has.

It’s dark already, a flickering streetlight barely lighting up the mouth of the alley.

The man who melts out of the shadows seems to glow with his own unholy light.

Maybe it’s the hair—the purest white Yuuji’s ever seen on a person. It’s nothing like the grey that’s taken over what’s left of his grandpa’s hair, but the man is clearly not old enough to have started greying anyway. He’s young. He’s older than Yuuji though, clearly an adult.

Shit, it’s an adult.

“They’re alive!” Yuuji blurts out. “I didn’t—”

—kill them, he doesn’t finish. Even thinking the words feels surreal. Of course he didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.

The man smiles like he heard them anyway, his strangely glossy lips curling up into a broad grin. It’s friendly enough. Yuuji can’t quite bring himself to relax, though he brings his arms down, letting them hang loose and ready at his sides.

“I know,” says the stranger. “You don’t seem the killing kind.”

Yuuji swallows thickly. He opens his mouth and closes it, not sure what to say. There’s the urge to defend himself—to explain and excuse. But none of it feels really honest, even when they’re true.

They tried to stab him, but he snapped the knife in half and drove his fist into the would-be stabber’s gut hard enough to send him flying into the alley wall.

They cornered him, but he saw it coming and let it happen.

They started it, but Yuuji’s been wandering around after school for hours, winding around the shadiest parts of town with the full knowledge of what would come calling if he just lingered long enough.

There’s no one waiting for him at home, again. His grandpa’s been spending longer and longer at the hospital, and Yuuji knows that, one day soon, he won’t come home at all. His grandpa won’t admit it. The doctors and nurses all talk around it. But he knows.

“It’s late, you know,” the man says, like he’s read Yuuji’s mind. “A kid like you shouldn’t be out at this hour. Who knows what kind of trouble will come calling.”

A throaty groan sounds from behind Yuuji, and he can’t help glancing over his shoulder. The guy who made the noise is still on the ground, curling into an even tighter fetal position.

He looks back at the stranger and finds his grin has widened into an unsettling slash. He raises a hand, the pad of his index finger settling on the bridge of his glasses. It’s lowered, exposing eyes that seem light and bright even at this distance.

Yuuji stands very still as he and the bodies behind him are surveyed.

“But trouble’s already found you,” the man says. “Did you fight them alone?”

“…Yes.”

“Impressive.” He sounds sincere, which really isn’t what Yuuji’s expecting. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Yuuji says on reflex; his throbbing hand calls him out on the lie, but Yuuji bites his tongue.

The man doesn’t seem fooled, his grin turning crooked. “Don’t lie now. There’s no shame in getting a little beat up fighting…hm, six on one, is it? They look older too. You’re, what, a middle-schooler?”

Yuuji’s tempted to lie. He can pass as a high-schooler if he has to. But he’s also wearing his school uniform.

He nods.

The man takes a step forward.

Yuuji steps back, freezing when the heel of his shoe brushes something that flinches away with a groan.

A blink, and the man is there, kneeling in front of Yuuji.

He’s freakishly tall. It was clear when he was standing, but it’s somehow more obvious now when he’s on his knees in front of Yuuji and only barely looking up at him. This close, even in the shadows cloaking the alley, Yuuji can tell that his eyes are blue—the kind of blue he’s only seen on a screen, gleaming with the colors of the sea.

It knocks the breath right out of his lungs.

And he doesn’t react in time to stop the man from grabbing his injured hand and raising it to eye level.

There’s another low whistle. Yuuji flinches, pulling his hand back. It doesn’t budge. The stranger’s grip is deceptively light, long fingers curled delicately around Yuuji’s wrist, but there’s absolutely no give to it.

“Hey,” Yuuji croaks. “Let go.”

“That’s a nasty cut,” comes the reply, like the guy didn’t even hear Yuuji. “You should get that looked at.”

“Let go.”

A stronger pull, Yuuji letting up on some of his typical restraint.

His hand still doesn’t budge.

And that—that’s never happened before.

The man looks like he barely noticed the protest or the resistance, examining Yuuji’s hand with those weirdly bright eyes of his. They flicker up, meeting Yuuji’s stare and crinkling at the corners.

Yuuji’s throat clicks dry when he swallows.

The man’s free hand dips into his pocket, and Yuuji tenses on instinct, keenly aware of what happened just minutes earlier when a stranger’s hand did the same, but the man just pulls out a handkerchief, its white nearly as bright as the hair on his head.

Yuuji clues in a second before the fabric touches his skin.

“Wait!”

The man freezes, blinking quizzically up at Yuuji. “I’m just going to clean it. It’ll only hurt a bit.”

“That’s not…” Yuuji shakes his head, tugging at his hand again and somehow surprised when it still doesn’t move. “It’ll get dirty.”

The man laughs, a sharp bark of a sound. The grin his mouth settles into is discomfitingly sharp. “You really do have the strangest priorities.”

The fabric is pressed to the cut, the blood sopped up with light, gentle pats. It stings, but that’s barely noticeable. Yuuji’s more concerned about the dark stain spreading across the white cloth. His blood looks more black than red.

It’s a sweet but useless gesture. The more blood the man wipes away, the more spurts from the cut. Yuuji’s whole hand is sticky and hot.

Then the man sighs and presses the handkerchief to the wound, hard enough to make Yuuji hiss through clenched teeth. That earns him the full focus of those bright blue eyes, and maybe blood loss is getting to Yuuji, but he could swear those eyes are actually, literally glowing.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Gojou Satoru, at your service,” he answers, both hands now wrapped tightly around Yuuji’s wounded one. “Do you know who I am?”

“No?”

“You don’t sound very sure.”

“No,” Yuuji says firmly. “Why would I?”

“Why indeed,” Gojou echoes softly. “Can I ask you a question?”

“That’s all you’ve been doing this whole time!”

Gojou chuckles. His hands are warm around Yuuji’s, burning as hot as the cut.

“That’s fair,” Gojou says. “This isn’t like those questions though. It’s very important.”

Yuuji swallows again. His heart is beating faster than it did during the fight, and there’s something in the air that lines the insides of his throat with serrated ice each time he drags in a breath.

He doesn’t like this.

Whatever Gojou’s about to ask, the question blazing in those eyes and tucked behind his smile—it’s nothing Yuuji wants to hear. He’s not sure where that certainty comes from, but he knows it’s only matched by the certainty that he needs to hear it all the same.

“What is it?” he whispers.

Gojou’s eyes bore into him, their blue living and lashing.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he asks, “do you want to save the world?”

#goyuu #jjk #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #my fic #fic: everything burned

[palioom]

anything you want

summary: needy and desperate for you all day, you promise maxwell to help him with his frustrations. but it's a little different from what he had in mind.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, handcuffs, sub!maxwell; teasing, some edging, oral (m & f receiving); deepthroating; face sitting; cowgirl; implied cockwarming a/n: this is my first time writing a subby male character, enjoy!

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“My love, please.” He moaned, arms flexing as he pulled against the restraints on his handcuffs. “Don’t you think I have- ah, suffered enough?”

She shook her head slowly, wide grin on her face as she attached her lips to his neck, teasing her teeth along his skin.

“I’m far from done with you, Max.” She purred, feeling him shiver and his hips jerk up. “You’ve been so desperate for me all day, you can wait just a little longer.”

Maxwell swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

Why had he said yes to this?

To have her handcuff him to the headboard, naked and hard as a rock while she teased and teased and teased him endlessly.

He was insane, but God, it felt good.

“I want you to beg for me, baby.” She said, her fingers running down his soft stomach, feeling the hair that started just below his navel. His muscles jumped at her touch, making her smirk against his skin, kissing up to his ear.

The little sounds he made, switching between grunting and whimpering when her hand came too close to his cock, they were intoxicating to her.

“Tell me what you need, Maxwell, and you’ll get it.”

Biting into his earlobe, she felt how he shivered, heard the groan hitching on his breath. Her hand wandered lower, fingertips just inches away from where he needed her most right now.

“My darling-” His words died in his throat when she kissed the underside of his jaw, the rattling of the handcuffs sounding from above her.

“You’re so sensitive.” She giggled, kissing her way up until she found his mouth, her hands cradling his face as she straddled him, careful not to touch his dick just yet.

No, he had to earn that.

And even if he struggled to right now, she knew that he would be very happy about it again later.

“Would you be so kind as to touch me?” He asked between her kisses, shifting underneath her, trying to get something, anything. “Please, my dear.”

She placed a kiss on his beautiful, big nose before kissing down his cheek to his jaw again, her hands on his chest as she inched further down.

“A start.” She said, biting the skin at the crook of his neck, grinning at the choked sound that left him. “But you can do better, baby.”

Again, the sound of metal against metal, the handcuffs above him as he breathed in deeply.

“My dear, please.” He said, voice strained as she travelled down, her hands running over his sides. It was adorable how he tried. “Please, touch me.”

“I am, baby.” She laughed, kissing his stomach, looking up at him. His eyes followed her intently, as she scooted back, careful not to touch his dick. “Or ain’t I?”

“You know what I mean.” He breathed, hips shifting when she kissed his happy trail, staying there as she peppered his abdomen with bites and kisses. “Please.”

“But I don’t.” She replied. 

Smiling up at him still, all innocent.

God, she was beautiful, even when she teased.

Maybe even more beautiful because she teased.

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty boy.”

She resumed kissing him, below his navel, over to his hip bones, but never further down.

He squirmed at the name, craning his head.

Maxwell could try and sit this out, but he had wanted her all day already. At this point, it was starting to hurt, his leaking cock so close to her mouth as it throbbed, aching for her attention.

“I want your mouth on me, darling.” He spoke, watching as she kissed lower with a grin, his muscles flexing. “I want your tongue around my- around my dick, please, my dear. Please.”

She hummed, placing a kiss against the base of it, the neatly trimmed hair tickling her as it rested lightly against her cheek.

Just looking up at him for a moment, watching his reaction.

“What else do you need?” She asked, flattening her tongue against the underside of his cock, listening to his whimpers, how they became louder when the tip of her tongue ran over the slit, tasting the precum. 

He looked hot, struggling against the restraints like this, muscles in his arms flexing, the vein on his neck popping out as he set his jaw.

The need and desperation in his eyes as he knew she could stop just as quickly as she had started if he made one wrong move.

“I want to be inside of you.” He breathed, voice thin. This really took all of his strength, his dick twitching as she wrapped a hand around the base, just lightly squeezing.

The thought of her mouth around him was almost enough to make him cum, so worked up and sensitive.

She let the nails of her free hand roam over his hip, seeing the goosebumps appear on his skin, kissing the tip of his dick.

“Where?” She teased, pressing kisses along his cock, all the way down until she licked a stripe up again, repeating her earlier motion. “Say it, I wanna hear you.”

“In- Inside your pussy- Fuck.” His voice broke when she took him in her mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hips jerking up.

Still struggling against the restraints, his fingers flexing open and closed. The desperation on his face now clear as daylight.

Brows furrowed together, lips slightly parted. His hair a mess.

She hummed around him, the vibration only making him whimper more. Taking him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her hand worked on what she couldn’t fit.

“Good job, Max.” She giggled when she let go of him for a moment, her hand splaying over his abdomen to keep his hips from moving. “Now beg me a little more while I suck your cock and I’ll give you all you asked for. Be nice and vocal for me, yeah?”

He cursed under his breath, head thrown back for a moment before he looked at her, saw how she took him into his mouth, how her lips stretched around his dick. 

How she took him deeper, all the way until her nose pressed against his abdomen and her throat tightened around him for a moment.

All before she came up again for air, a small string of spit connecting her lips and his cock.

The moan that left him was music to her ears, as was his begging.

“Baby, please. Do that again, please.” He whimpered, seeing her smirk as she closed her mouth around him again, the hand not on his stomach now moving to his balls. “You’re so gorgeous- Fuck, I need you, dear.”

His balls twitched in her hand as she took him as deep as she could again, staying there as she felt the vein at the underside of his cock throb against her tongue.

Damn, he was close.

It burned in her throat, but seeing him lose composure, his hips bucking up into her mouth, his arms fighting against the handcuffs, all that was enough to make up for it.

“You’re so pretty when you’re struggling, Maxwell.” She said with a wide grin when she came up again, chuckling when his hips jerked up into nothing. 

“Dear, please let me-” He was too close to the edge, looking at her lips, seeing his cock twitch right below them.

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Let you what?” She asked, drawing her hand away from his balls, crawling over his body. 

When she was level with his head, she caressed his cheek, a little pout of mock concern on her face.

“Talk to me, baby, what do you need?” She asked before kissing him deeply, using his moan to slip her tongue into his mouth.

It took a couple of seconds before he caved. “Let me cum in your mouth, please.”

God, he sounded desperate. How adorable.

“You’d love that, hm?” She whispered, moving back again, wrapping her hand around his cock, giving him a few gentle pumps but stopping right before he got too close.

“Yes, please, darling.” He hissed, brows furrowed and his eyes pleading. The way she built him up just to let him fall again was driving him insane.

“You plead so nicely.” 

With that, she was on him again, bobbing her head as she swirled her tongue around him. And it didn’t take long before his orgasm hit him, coming with a strangled moan as she took him deeper, humming when she felt the salty taste fill her mouth.

The sound of the handcuffs was a constant background noise, and she watched his muscles flex against them, how he ground his teeth together, the way his hips squirmed and pushed up into her mouth as he continued pulsing.

Sweat had built up on his forehead and as he calmed down slowly, small pants left him, looking at her as she lifted her mouth off his softening dick, crawling over him again.

Smiling, she pressed a lazy kiss to his lips, his whole being now less tense that he had been able to let go of some of the frustration. Though, she could still feel some leftover tension.

“Feeling better?” She cooed, brushing back some of his blonde hair, cupping his cheek. “You did so well, baby.”

He groaned, knowing just by her voice that this hadn’t been all.

“Better, but-”

She shook her head. “You’re not done, I know you’re still all tense and worked up and as a good girlfriend I have to help you, right?”

Grinning, she sat up, just looking at him for a moment, seeing how the wheels in his head turned.

She wasn’t quite sure if he was excited or scared.

“You said you wanted my pussy, didn’t you, Maxwell?” She purred, hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

He nodded, swallowing hard, gaze jumping down to where she was already dripping wet, hovering over his stomach.

“What if you eat me out until you’re ready again, baby?” The answer was clear to her already, knowing he would never say no. He loved eating her out, and not being able to be in control might just excite him a little more. “You’d love that, right?”

Maxwell nodded again, this time licking his lips, once again forgetting his wrists were cuffed to the bed, just wanting to touch her.

“Scoot down a little more, let me ride your face.”

His eyes widened but he didn’t have to be told twice, moving down as well as the cuffs allowed, then watching her as she positioned herself over his face.

Sinking down, she moaned when she felt his eager tongue against her, his nose bumping against her clit as he lapped at her. 

One hand gripped his hair, holding him in place as her hips rocked back and forth, the other on the headboard to give her something to hold on to.

“Yes, like that, Max.” She breathed, head thrown back, biting her lip.

God, was he fucking talented at this, sucking on her clit when she gave him the chance before using his tongue to fuck into her again. 

Building her up quickly, making her legs shake as she finally looked down at him, tightening the grip on his hair as the rhythm of her hips became more erratic.

“You’re so good, fuck.” She moaned, taking a glance behind her and seeing his dick already hardening again. “And you’re getting so excited from this, aren’t you?”

He hummed into her and the vibrations let her topple over, whimpering but bracing herself on the headboard.

Almost there, just a little more.

“Max- Please.”

Again he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, looking up at her as her breath hitched when her orgasm hit her. Moaning loudly, her hips bucked against his face, and he was quick to lap up everything she gave him, groaning against her.

She truly was beautiful like this, biting her lip and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she rode out the waves on him.

Gathering her breath, she moved off of him, seeing his chin glistening and giggling at the sight, Maxwell breathing hard as well as he licked his lips.

“You’re always so good to me.” She breathed, smoothing back his hair again, then letting the knuckle of one finger run down his cheek. “And looks like you’re ready for your reward, hm?”

Even he had to chuckle at that.

Reward.

“Yes, please, darling.” He said, showing he had learned. His dark eyes following her hips as she moved. “Please, I need you.”

She shifted back, wrapping one hand around his hard cock and guiding it against her pussy, flinching a little as the head rubbed against her clit, still overly sensitive.

“You sound so sweet when you beg me.”

She sank down on him with a groan, bracing herself on his chest as she felt him stretch her open, hearing how he moaned at her squeezing him.

“But you sound better when I’m fucking you.”

Slowly she began to roll her hips, moaning when he brushed up against that sensitive spot inside her.

His eyes went back and forth between her breasts as they bounced, just wanting to reach out and touch them, and his dick sliding in and out of her. A strangled moan left him at the sight, his hips pushing up against her.

“Ah-ah, stop squirming, Max.” She said, stopping her hips for a moment even if she deprived herself. “I’m fucking you, baby, not you me.”

An annoyed and frustrated sigh left Maxwell, trying to keep still as she resumed her pace, going a little faster.

“Let me touch you, dear, please give me that.” He begged, his arms beginning to hurt from the strain as he kept moving them. “Dear, please.”

She smiled, breathless laughter leaving her as she sat up more straight, her fingertips barely touching his chest now. Head thrown back.

How sweet he could beg.

“What do you wanna touch, Max?” She asked, squeezing him particularly hard to torture him, relishing in his whimper and moan. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Fuck- I want to touch your breasts, darling.” He rushed his words, feeling so sensitive as she gripped him tight. “They’re so perfect, please.”

She bit her lip, thinking about it for a moment as she sped up her movements on top of him.

“No.” 

The whine that came from him was more than delicious, and she watched as he squirmed in frustration below her, trying to keep his hips still.

A quiet laugh slipped past her lips.

He looked so good, all flushed and desperate below her. This was something to do more often, for sure.

“Darling, please-”

Yes, he was close, just as she was.

Bending down, she captured his lips with hers, her hand wandering down between them, finding her clit.

“Bet you’d love to do that, huh?” She whispered against his lips with a smile. “Rub my clit? Oh, darling.”

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his soft noises.

She kept rubbing tight circles into her clit, when she suddenly clamped around him, moaning loudly and breaking the kiss as she shook on top of him. There was the vague feeling of his cock twitching inside her, filling her up as he moaned and whimpered.

Trying to break free from the handcuffs.

She helped him ride out his orgasm, then slowly stopped, staying where she was on top of him, just lazily kissing him.

“You’ve done so well for me, Max.” Her voice was a whisper as she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the small key before unlocking the handcuffs around his wrists, letting them dangle from the headboard.

Immediately his arms were around her middle, roaming over her back and just feeling her as they kissed.

“How do you feel?” She asked, wanting to make sure this hadn’t been too much for him. “Everything okay?”

She brushed his hair back, expression soft now as she looked at him.

“Everything’s perfect.” He sighed, cradling her cheeks now. “Thank you, love.”

While it had been frustrating, he enjoyed giving control over to her, not even being able to touch her. It was exciting and different.

“Good.” She smiled, kissing his nose softly. “You were really needy, baby.”

He only chuckled, pulling her closer.

“You think you can stay like this a little longer?” He asked quietly, enjoying how she felt around him, her warmth. 

It was different, but comforting.

“Sure, baby.”

She kissed him again before resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh, hearing him groan as she shifted a little to get comfortable.

“Anything you want, Maxwell.”

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❤️ This Time Around by KouriArashi

❤️ This Time Around

by KouriArashi

T, 83k, JGY & NHS & WWX

Summary: Years after Nie Mingjue’s death, Nie Huaisang goes back in time to prevent it from happening by killing Meng Yao before he can become a monster. Nothing goes as planned. Nie Huaisang gave a heavy sigh. None of it excused the things Jin Guangyao had done. None of it would make him forgive his brother’s death. But did it have to be that way? This was a child. A child who was crying in the night, on the cold stone he had as a bed, because someone he looked up to had hurt him. How could he blame him for what he had become? How could he say that this boy deserved death? Who was he to make that judgment? Could he save both his brothers? Or: Nie Huaisang accidentally adopts a bunch of chaos gremlins.

Mojo's comments: I am such a sucker for a pied piper of hard-luck orphans. In this case, it's Nie Huaisang, who is such a funny caretaker, he kind of reminds me of the Dread Pirate Roberts, ya know -- 'Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' -- except in a less explicit and more paternal way. Heh. So, his moral compass is very gray, but his actions show a heart of gold, and the kids are very clear on which one speaks the loudest. The first one he picks up is Meng Yao, around the age of 7, then Wei Ying, then Xue Yang (who is a bitey, hilarious, feral cat) and lastly, Mo Yue (not yet, and never Xuanyu, since nhs stole his name back in the beginning of this adventure). So in one way, this story is the Chinese xianxia's answer to Louisa May Alcott's Little Men, except with a time travelling single dad. So nhs wanders around the edges of the cultivators' world, claiming to be a disciple of Baoshan Sanren, hanging out with different sects to get his boys some training (and maybe learn some secrets) and periodically, maybe, slaying a sect leader on the down low. It's magnificent.

Excerpt: Nie Huaisang took a deep breath and thought about screaming, or crying, or throwing both of these brats in a river. “My brother was a good man. He was just and righteous. And he was murdered by someone he thought was a friend because he stood in the way of that person gaining power. My friend who made the talismans lost everyone he loved and threw himself off a cliff because he tried to stand up to the people in power and they destroyed him. I will not - I will not - watch that happen to anyone else I care about. Do you understand?” “I understand,” Meng Yao said, and leaned against him. Ridiculous, Nie Huaisang thought, and wanted to scream even louder. His brother’s murderer trying to comfort him. Jin Guangyao hadn’t killed Wei Wuxian, and hadn’t even been wholly responsible for his death, but he had certainly played a key part in it. Now this child had the audacity to try to console him, as if he was an entirely different person. Because he was.

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[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Hurting Is Changing

Little headcanon beforehand that doesn’t have much to do with the fic, but I love it anyway: that Wanderer can wake up with different programming sometimes

Like, maybe he will glitch or experience a nightmare and wake up feeling different.

I think the different versions of him would be the different stages in his life; Proper Puppet (Ei’s Prototype Puppet), Clueless Puppet (Friends with Niwa/Tatarasuna), On The Brink (Friends with Sick Child), Murderer Complex (During Fatui) and Healing (Post-Story Quest)

Now onto the actual fic!

It was a fine morning in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. The birds were singing, the sun was bright, the air flowed softly… Yet something wasn't right.

Nahida found it odd that Wanderer had not yet gotten up from his ‘sleep’. He couldn't really sleep, but she said that to help him feel more human. It was more so… recharging.

He usually woke up before she went for her morning walk, something she did to talk to her people and just feel free. She loved the feeling of the ground under her feet, and the wind on her face. She loved seeing her people, and most of them felt the same. Wanderer never joined her on these walks. He didn’t like the mortal world much, even after his ‘reform’. He hated being reminded of everything in his past. Being amongst the mortals did just that.

“Wanderer?” Nahida knocked on his door.

She had refurnished the Sanctuary so that they could both have places to sleep, and even got a kitchen added for eating. Otherwise, she got her entertainment from going outside and Wanderer… well, she didn't really know what he did when she wasn't there.

She heard no response from him, but didn’t want to just barge it. Wouldn’t that be rude? But what if he was in trouble or hurt?

I could peer into his head… see if he's dreaming… She thought.

She didn’t even have a moment to think before she heard a yell from his room.

“Wanderer!” She exclaimed, barging into the room, where she saw him… crying?

He was sitting up in his bed. He looked scared- no, terrified. His eyes were wide, and his body was still. He was filled with fear.

“Wanderer? Are you okay?” She asked, stepping closer with caution.

His eyes didn’t move, but his mouth did.

She hadn’t noticed it, but he seemed to be speaking. It was just murmurs at first, but as she got closer, she could hear it more clearly, along with the fear that shook his words.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t- I'm not like that anymore- I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore-” He muttered with fear, his words coming a mile a minute.

“Oh no-” Nahida gasped, rushing over to him.

She reach for his arm but he pulled away, pressed his back against the wall and pulled his arm up to brace himself.

“D-don't-! Don't come any closer-” He shouted, “I'm a monster! I- I am a- mistake- a defect- that's all I am-”

His voice trembled.

This truly worried the Archon as she stepped back to allow him room. He had been doing so well- the traveler was helping him recover and stay on the path of good, and even brought him joy. So what happened? What had caused this?

He must’ve had a nightmare… She thought.

“-thats all I will ever be!” He said it as if he was trying to convince himself rather than tell someone else.

“Wanderer, its okay! You're okay! You're with me, Nahida, remember?” She tried to soothe him.

He seemed to calm down with the mention of her name.

“N-nahida?” He asked, his arm lowering slightly.

“Nahida…” He said again, his eyes taking in every detail of her face.

“I… I killed you too…” He whispered.

It took the Archon a moment to register what he had said.

“You… what?” She asked, taking the moment to step a bit closer.

“You- You were dead- E-everyone was dead- Traveler- all of them-” He started spiraling once more.

“I didn’t want to- I didn’t- I didn’t want to hurt anyone-” He grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his head.

“Hey! Its okay, its okay… Look at me.” Nahida said, climbing onto the bed and taking his hands to hold them.

“I am alive, Wanderer, and nothing bad has happened. I'm okay, and you’re okay…” She told him, looking into his eyes.

His breathing steadied slowly, but soon enough he was able to think clearly.

Nahida helped him out of his room, and into the kitchen area. It wasn’t used much but was good for a snack every once and a while. Like sleep, Wanderer didn’t really need to eat either, but he could anyway. This usually led him to eating whatever-whenever, since it didn’t matter to him.

As he sat at their small but comfortable table, he didn’t really do much. His breathing was shallow, but he wasn't shaking much anymore. Nahida wished that she could read his mind, but knew he would know if she tried.

“How… how did I even dream?” He asked Nahida, who was now preparing some coffee for him.

“I think… maybe it is representative of your growth from a puppet to a human!” Nahida smiled.

“You never told me that the transition would be so… painful… Then again, I suppose I deserve this…”

Nahida looked softly to the boy, who seemed to just be staring off into nothingness. His eyes looked… dead.

“You’re on a long path, Wanderer. But you’re doing wonderfully in your rehabilitation.” She said, giving him the cup of coffee.

“I'm very proud of you.” She smiled, his eyes meeting hers.

“Uh… thanks…” He said, taking the cup and looking away.

She saw his lips curl into a slight smile as he took a sip of the warm liquid.

“You’re quite welcome.”

They sat in silence for a bit till Wanderer put his cup down.

“I know its time for your morning walk. You can go, I’ll be fine.” He muttered.

“Actually, I think I wanna stay in today…” Nahida said, to which Wanderer gave her a suspicious look.

“Okay… Well I don’t really do much when you’re gone…” Wanderer said, taking another sip of his drink.

“Then we can do something together! How do you feel about puzzles?” She smiled excitedly.

Wanderer looked down at the Archon, but not in disgust or hatred… but with wonder.

“I… suppose that would be alright…” He said, standing to wash his now empty coffee cup.

“Great!” Nahida giggled, getting up to go find a puzzle.

Wanderer sighed as she did, standing over the sink. He felt… weird. Warm. But not like fire-warmth. It was different. He fixed himself, standing up straight.

As he heard her leave, his brain started to focus on… other things. Visions from his nightmare. Blood was… everywhere. The more he focused on it, the more the visions seemed to seep into reality.

“Stop it- stop thinking-” He told himself, “It's nothing… It doesn’t matter…” He muttered, running one hand through his hair.

Nahida’s smile disappeared as she turned the corner. She noticed the boys’ stance, his hands over his face… she knew that he likely wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. She hadn’t yet been seen by him, so she wanted to try her luck on reading his mind. She was curious and just wanted to help! So it was fine… right?

She decided to try her luck, reading his mind while he was distracted.

Just as she did, she heard him scoff.

“You aren’t gonna like what you hear.” He mutters, turning around.

“Ah- sorry…” She said, looking down at the puzzle box.

“Its fine… its just… for your own good.” he said, taking a seat back at the table.

“Right. Well then, lets do this puzzle! I got one of the Palace of Alcazarzaray! Built by Kaveh, an amazing architect here in Sumeru!!” She gushed, putting the puzzle on the table and sitting in her chair.

Wanderer watched as she got all of the pieces out and they started to put it all together. He actually found it… a bit calming… The images in his head started to dissipate. He felt better…

Nahida took in his non-brooding expression. She loved that she could help him, and was sure that in no time at all, they would get past the obstacles and he would be healthy and happy.

It’d be a long time till then, she was sure, but she was happy to be able to help. Maybe she could even introduce him to other people at some point, not just the Traveler…

“You’re staring…” Wanderer said, not looking up.

His voice wasn’t mean or annoyed. He was just… fine.

“Right-” She giggled, looking back down.

Wanderer didn’t know what she found funny, but just hearing her laugh… once more, his chest felt warm.

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Febuwhump 23 - “Let Me Be Nice to You Just Because”

Day Six: “Kind Words” with Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

You try to comfort your traveling companion after a severe injury, but he doesn’t exactly make it easy for you.

{WC: ~1,600} {Wanderer x reader, but could be read as platonic or romantic, traveler!reader, injury, body horror}

@febuwhump

  “Let me see that arm,” you tried, starting off in a soothing and warm tone. You’ll try honey before you try vinegar.

  Wanderer gripped his sleeve, covering the arm in question as he turned away from you. “It’s fine- nothing worth stopping over. We need to get out of here.”

  Bullshit. Both of you knew the risk of going this deep in the abyss- how even a minor injury could snowball into near death. Even for someone as resilient as the Wanderer, it wasn’t worth risking his life to save face.

  Especially considering what had happened.

  Your heart still feels like it’s been struck by lightening. You felt a new kind of powerlessness when the lawchurl suddenly grabbed him out of the air by the arm, sending torrents of electricity through your companion. He threw him across the chamber like a rag doll- and he struck the wall, sinking to the floor like a discarded toy. He didn’t move- you had thought for a moment you lost him- but now the lawchurl’s attention was on you and you had to fight for both of your lives.

  By the time you staggered- exhausted but with only superficial wounds and covered in the beast’s blood- over to your traveling companion, he had returned to consciousness. You know for a fact the impact knocked him unconscious because he was wiping his eyes. You know he still cries in his sleep. He recovered inhumanly quickly, coming to his feet and rushing over to you. You watches his eyes flicker over your body- not doing a good job at all of hiding his concern. That’s when you noticed the way his left arm was hanging limply.

  Back in the present, you tried some not so subtle tactics.

  “Wanderer I swear to the Gods that if you don’t show me your arm…”

  “We’re in the Abyss- the Gods aren’t listening.”

  “Wanderer!”

  “It’s not Important.”

  “That’s your arm! ‘Oooh it’s not important’ you cast spells with that arm!”

  He looks at you with a surprised, detached expression. His lips contort into an awful scowl. “I assure you, this isn’t going to interfere with our expedition.” His words are cold, robotic, rehearsed. “I can keep fighting- there’s no need to reprimand me.”

  “No- no that’s not what I meant. That’s not what this is about- I don’t care if you can fight or not!”

  He won’t make eye contact with you. You try again.

  “I’m worried that my closest friend is hurt.”

  That surprises him- he looks up at you with poorly disguised shock. He laughs.

  “You know, it’s just the two of us down here. I wasn’t kidding about the Gods not hearing you- and I’m certainly not going to judge you for making the most optimal decisions. You don’t have to put on a morality play… I ruined your whole treasure hunt. It’s only expected that you’d be angry with me for my failure.”

  “There’s always going to be more treasure- but there’s not going to be another you.”

  “Wow, that’s.. actually disgustingly sappy. Please- I’d rather you be blunt with me if the alternative is so saccharine. What’s are you, a bard?”

  “Then how’s this- Nahida and I practically had to dig you out of Irmunsul and I’m not letting you throw it away over a fucking lawchurl.”

  He laughs- still forced, but more real than the one before (he rarely really laughs). “See? Doesn’t that feel a lot better?” He finally turns so you can see his arm. “It’s not like your words are gonna hurt me, anyways.”

  Something is wrong.

  Whatever has happened is covered by his sleeve- but already your stomach is sick. His arm is… hanging lower than it should be- and at an odd angle. At first, you think he’s pulled his elbow out of socket or something. Maybe his shoulder. He lets you pull up his sleeve- and flinches as you jump in shock.

  His arm is shattered above the elbow. Shattered. The space between the curve of his arm and his shoulder is just splintered- it looks like teeth or a cracked geode. If you peer into the wound (is that even the right word) you can see some sort of cable or rope. You suppose that’s what moves his body in place of muscles, and perhaps the only thing keeping his forearm somewhat attached. You don’t know- you don’t want to keep staring because he’s noticing your staring.

  “Don’t touch that,” he warns. “You’ll get cut- the edges are like glass.”

  “You say that like this has happened before?”

  “Plenty of times. Especially back when I joined the harbingers. That’s when I first broke my arm- it’s been weak ever since.”

  “Then it can be fixed?”

  “Not really. Not back to how it’s supposed to be.”

  “…tell me,” you ask. Wanderer doesn’t usually open up about his past, but lately you’ve realized he rarely turns down whatever you ask him to do.

  He sits on the polished blue floor by your side. “…you know, up until I received divine knowledge, I wasn’t even sure what I was made of. I still remember the first time I broke my arm- It was actually in the abyss, too. I had never even had a scratch before- and suddenly my body was coming apart. I actually thought I was ruined.”

  He picks up the remains of his arm, and starts to fiddle with the strings. You aren’t sure if he’d feel more comfortable if you look away, or more normal if you watch.

  “…my body is supposed to be a divine vessel. It isn’t meant to break or crack- but it did. Typical, isn’t it? And the cherry on top- mortals don’t have any way of recreating this… “shell.” The doctor managed to come up with something kind of close- enough to seal the cracks and put my body back together plenty of times.”

  “And… what do you do without him?”

  He looks away in shame. He utters it like a dirty word.

  “Plaster.”

  He pulls aside his robe- this time showing off a spiderweb above his collar bone. You can see where his original body stops and is replaced by the plaster- it’s a bit more rugged, and less convincing in it’s imitation of human flesh. When you touch Wanderer’s skin, it’s colder and less elastic than your own, but still stretchy. You can’t imagine how imbedding plaster into the cracks would feel.

  “It’s cheap, I can find it anywhere, and I’ve gotten pretty decent at applying it. It holds me together ok… but it’s imperfect. And once I’ve broken something, it’s never going to be as good as it was. In that way… it kind of fits me perfectly.”

  He forcibly laughs again, but frowns when you make the most horrified face ever. Fuck- he thought laughing would put you more at ease, it usually does… Why can’t humans just be straightforward?

  …you pull up your own shirt, revealing a deep puncture wound

  “An arrow hit me really bad here. Paimon freaked out about it, so I just pretended it didn’t hurt. I don’t like showing anyone the scar because it’s weird.”

  “…I don’t think that’s on the same level as my arm. It doesn’t look bad at all-“

  “And this,” you interrupt, pointing to one over your forearm, “I actually got this one in the abyss, too. Pyro abyss mage. Set my arm hairs on fire. Looks kind of like raw chicken, right?”

  “Only if you say it does, now I can’t help but see it… but you-“

  “This is from a hilichurl ambush, this one’s from a fatui debt collector, don’t ask me how but I got it from a slime, this one is from breaking my ankle trying to glide from Dragonpine to Mondstat Cathedral…”

  You carried on, revealing every scar you’d earned on the road.

 “You know, most adventurers would retire after just one near death experience. I can’t say if that makes you brave or especially foolish.”

  “I’m just trying to say, everyone has scars. Doesn’t mean they’re broken.”

  “…do your scars maker your body weaker?”

  “Yes,” you answer without hesitation. “..some of them affect my abilities. Some of them… still hurt. But it doesn’t make anyone broken- that’s just what scars do. And hey- anyone who tells you otherwise probably has slime for brains.”

  He contemplates it for a minute, then he moves closer to you. He looks from the spiderweb pattern on his chest… to the arrow puncture in your stomach. Both look painful, both are painful, and both carry a story with them.

  “And here I thought this was just another thing that made me less divine, and less human… at least its only one of the two. Only a hopeless optimist like you could ever make me feel better about cracking my arm off.”

  “That’s the Wanderer I like to hear. No more saying awful things about yourself- lets go find someone else to bitch about.”

  “You don’t want to finish this floor?”

  “Pfft- the floor can wait. Hey, I know this alchemist in Mondstat- maybe he can cook up something for your arm. I’m sure he can at least make decent quality plaster!”

  “Fine. But you need to eat before we head back to Mondstat. I’m not carrying you there with one arm- but don’t worry. I can still cook just fine.”

  “Wait a minute… I thought it was my turn to cook?” You tease.

  “So much for trying to be subtle… I want to cook for you…”

  You help him to his feet.

  “I need to repay you for… all of this.”

  “No, you don’t. I can be nice to you just because, remember? You don’t owe me anything for it.”

  “…then let me be nice to you just because.”

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[merakiui]

Ohhhh i just thought of something! From your pregnant runaway darling with dottore, imagine darling ends up falling for wanderer and maybe he develops feelings too and they become a thing and maybe he's some sort of surrogate daddy to babytorre 😭 all of course while being on the run from dottore

I love to imagine that Wanderer slowly falls for all of the little things about you. Like the way you, even so many months into your pregnancy, will scold him when he cooks something that isn’t compatible or safe with pregnant people. In his defense, he doesn’t know anything about pregnancy! The two of you will bicker like an old married couple. When he accompanies you to the market and you’re trying to haggle prices, he’ll crack his knuckles and threaten the vendor with the sweetest smile. How could you sell these fruits at such high prices when his dearest (Name) is eating for two? You’ll never go hungry when Wanderer is with you.

Or how you like to talk to the baby growing within you every night before bed. Wanderer used to complain about how that makes no sense because the baby won’t be able to hear you. But when you take his hands and place them on your stomach and he feels a restless kick… Now he understands. Or how you always fret over him when he flies ahead to clear out enemy camps so that you can have safe passage. He wouldn’t ever let anything hurt him, but it’s nice to know that you care. Or not! He doesn’t care what you think of him, so stop reaching to pat him on the head when he’s done good work. He doesn’t need or want your praise (yes, he does)! The feelings you give him… They’re so troublesome sometimes.

Wanderer realizes one starry night that this feeling is love. When he watches you snuggle into the tent and he spies your round belly, he realizes you and the child you’ve been protecting all this time are so precious to him. So when he makes it to your stop, he insists on following you to the next one. And the next one. And the one after that until it becomes clear he doesn’t want to leave you. Wanderer will claim he’s prepared when the nine months reach their end, but truthfully he has no idea how to deliver a baby. So when it comes time for you to do so, he’s actually quite worried. Even though he’s taken you to someone who excels in this profession, he still frets over their work. He stands there at your bedside, refusing to let you out of his sight, and he offers his hand for support. And wow do you squeeze so tightly. Are you trying to tear his hand from the wrist?!

The baby has inherited more of your features, so it’s easy to forget that Dottore is the father. Wanderer almost doesn’t want to hold them when you make the offer. He’s too scared that he might hurt such a fragile, precious ray of sunshine. But you trust him. You, the person he’s traveled with for so long now, trust him. He’s so overwhelmed with many emotions that he turns away with a huff, pulling his hat down to obscure his expression.

And when the baby grows and soon learns a few words, most incoherent mashups, and they look at him and call him Daddy… He feels so fulfilled. You apologize in a hasty fluster, insisting that babies will latch onto those they see most often as their parents, and since he’s always around… Wanderer smiles at you; it’s a soft, loving smile devoid of his usual mischief, and he tells you that he wouldn’t mind trying this father role. And since he’s formed such a strong bond with you, he’ll do everything to protect you and this family he’s become part of. He vows to keep you away from the monster that is Dottore.

So when he returns from morning foraging and finds you in the clutches of the Fatui and they disappear just before he can get to you, he’s absolutely crushed. Luckily, the child is unharmed and had simply hid during the commotion. But now that you’re gone and most likely in the clutches of Dottore… He’s crushed under the weight of so many emotions, but nothing is more crushing than the hatred he feels for himself. He hates himself for not being quick enough, for not getting to you in time, for breaking his promise of always protecting you. And he’ll do anything to rescue you.

#genshin chit chat #tw: pregnancy