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eternalwyrm · 1 year
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if team sweet doesn’t win i’m dumping glowflies all over the city and also running over my switch
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queermyth · 2 years
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I actually drew more than silco and jinx !! I had a rendered Viktor too but it did not turn out great so you get a skeleton sketch of him🧍it’s the best I can offer in these trying times
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betterfettered · 8 months
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Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.
Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.
•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).
•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.
•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.
•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.
(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)
Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!
Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙
I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~
It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha
I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.
(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]
Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.
I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.
Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).
I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.
Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.
Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.
Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.
That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.
Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.
But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.
He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.
Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.
Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.
Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.
What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.
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lanaslovelyletters · 26 days
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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ³
𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬...
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Anakin x Princess!Reader
Part 3
Previous chapter: Part 2
Overall series warning: 18+ content (smut), mature themes, swearing
Warnings: Light swearing (but who cares about this)
Last chapter recap: “The dark lord completely ignored your question, letting himself calm down before backing off and walking towards the door. Before he left, he got a final word in, “We’re to wed in a week. You’ll stay here until then.” What..?”
Summary: He continues to fend off your questions until you decide to be bold, to which he retaliates…
Word Count: 1.5K+
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“You’re not being serious.” You scoffed, almost grinning, but when you saw the look on his face— everything melted into dread and disappointment. He stared at you with stern-looking eyes before shutting the door behind him. You heard sharp noises emerge from the door, meaning he locked it.
“You’ve got to be joking.” You laughed dryly before your body hit the bed. It was fluffy and felt like a warm hug. A stark contrast to the situation you found yourself stuck in. It was unbelievable, really. You were seriously to marry a Sith Lord. A slave to the dark side. Sure, he was handsome, but only as handsome as an apple could be.
Alas, you were far too tired to think about the whole ordeal. Your eyes grew heavy and it was becoming increasingly harder not to nod off… and finally, it grew all black.
(Break)
You woke up to the darkness of space creeping in through the single window you had in the room. It was impossible to tell how long you’d slept and how long you’d be staying there. Nobody would tell you a thing, and the Dark Lord would certainly never give you any answers.
A sudden knock pulled you out of your little trance, and the door burst open. In walked two troopers. They marched in, picking you up from the bed with a strong force. Didn’t Vader mention I’d stay here for a week? What’s going on? Ironically enough, you decided not to struggle or fight back. It’s not as if going back home was a choice anymore. You knew the dark side wasn’t forgiving anyway. 
“I’m not a rag doll. I know how to walk,” you complained, as you felt your body sliding across the cold, polished floor. When there was no response, you scoffed. It was loud enough for them to hear, but it wasn’t like they cared. They were simply following orders like mindless robots. It was as if it was their input.
After passing through several corridors and riding multiple elevators, you finally found yourself being dragged along to a dimly lit dining room. The layout was nothing fancy. A large table and chairs to go along with it. On one end sat Vader. He still donned his pitch-black suit, with his eyes trained on you. The way his hair fell around his face and the way his Adam’s Apple bopped as he gazed at you— it was to swoon over. You were made to sit opposite him. You didn’t dare move. You knew he could end me with the flick of his fingers.
“I hope you have an appetite.” Maker, his voice. It was rough yet smooth, velvety yet rigid… you were drowning in the octaves.
“Not much of an appetite when I’ve just been taken hostage.” No, you couldn’t give in. He was handsome to be sure, but he was still a ruthless sith.
“Hostage? You’re not a hostage, love.” Love. What was he playing at?
“I’m… not?” Your eyebrows were furrowed along with a scrunch of your nose.
“Hostage implies you’re here against your will and that I await someone to negotiate for you… I plan to keep you.” Though his words seemed daring and almost devious, his facial expression and tone told you a different story. He was a wall. Cold and without feeling. He seemed serious and determined.
“Why me? How did you know my father? Why did you want my family killed?” You furrowed your eyebrows. His gaze remained fixed on you, as he breathed heavily and got up from his seat. His boots hit the floor in a threatening manner. When he stopped in front of you, his gloved hand held your chin softly. So soft that you almost felt comfortable in his presence.
“Curiosity killed the cat, princess.” As you let your head be lifted ever so gently, you saw the stark contrast between his touch and his demeanour. His stare was blank and icy. It was as if no life existed behind his eyes. Eyes that were otherwise so… never mind. 
“Luckily, I’m not a cat,” Bold. Quite bold. Did you care? No. You had about as much control over him as he did you. He wasn’t going to kill you. No, if he wanted to, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. He wanted to wed you. To have you as his bride. As sickening as the idea of that was, at least you wouldn’t die anytime soon. 
“You’re quite carefree for someone who’s lost her entire family and been taken against her will.” You could’ve sworn you saw a faint smirk swiftly make an appearance before being washed out by his brooding expression.
Oh, but there was something about his face. It did seem familiar. You couldn’t place your finger on it. There wasn’t anything that stood out in particular, but oh there was something about his face.
“I’m talking to you,” he spoke in a rough voice, before tightening his grip on your face, burying his fingers into your cheeks
“I’m not scared of you, Sith.” A grin. His lips contorted into a wide smile as he let out a scoff,
“You’ve got moxie. I’ll give you that.” Your eyes met his. Force, if I had ever seen a man—
“Moxie? I beg to differ. Why would I be scared of a lowly Sith Lord like you? You’re not even the emperor. Are you even strong enough to—”
“Princess,” he breathed as he snaked his hand tightly around your neck, the pads of his fingers snuggled themselves into your soft skin. The tension was palpable. It could be cut with a knife. The way you continued to defy him and resist him…he hated it. You were such a pretty little thing, but so stubborn too. Too set in your ways.
“We all have our… limits. You’re starting to test mine, your highness.” Something about him addressing you as ‘highness’ clashed so hard with the circumstances you found yourself in; it gave you whiplash.
“I want answers…” your whisper came out shaky. Not because you were starting to lose your footing. No, it was his grip on your throat. If anything, you almost found him humorous. He was creating a paradox and running around in circles; essentially embarrassing himself.
“I don’t want to give you any.” You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. His logic was deeply flawed and there was no wrapping your head around where it started or ended. It was a mess. A tangled mystery for you to sit and braid together to form a clear path.
“I don’t want to marry you, but here we are.”
“Let me rephrase. I can’t.” His gaze diverted to the floor. He was clearly struggling. Either to recall or decide whether or not to do so.
“I don’t understand.” Your throat was slowly released, as he walked towards the door to the room.
“Can you at least tell me why you chose me? Out of all the women in this galaxy… Why me?” Your feet had somehow carried you off to go after him. He walked with purpose through several corridors, taking swings and turns to try and throw you and the question off.
“Please?” Admittedly, you were getting impatient. Desperate. 
“Say, would you like to know how I went about ending your father’s life?” He suddenly turned around with a menacing look on his face. It wasn’t maniacal. It was as if you were staring into a blank wall.
“Excuse me?” What the hell is wrong with him? Your eyes darted to the floor before you lifted your head back up to meet his.
“I asked you if you wanted to know how I killed your father. How I—“
“No, I heard you the first time. How does that have anything to do with my question?” He smirked for a moment before his smile faltered,
“You’re completely unphased. Didn’t think the king was that much of a horrible father.” How could he address your father like that? With that knowledge? How did he know your father like that?
“Yeah, well… he was. So give me an answer to my question. Why me?” The two of you stopped in front of a large white door. It had a face recognition lock on it.
“Because… I know you.” His voice dropped an octave as he stared at your reaction. You weren’t shocked, just confused.
He scanned his face and the entrance to a dark room was revealed. You were just about to follow him before he turned around,
“Do you wish to retire with me for the night?” What? Your brow bunched up together and you lightly shook your head,
“No… of course not.”
“Then I suggest you stop following me.” A grin was apparent on his lips.
“Evening, princess.” The door closed behind him and you were left standing there; completely dumbfounded. However, this unlocked a window for you to walk around freely, trying to find a way to escape. There didn’t seem to be any stormtroopers around. Marrying a Sith was that of nightmare fuel. It didn’t matter how gorgeously his hair fell around his face and how his scar elevated his overall appearance. He was a Sith Lord.
You needed to find a way out. By all means necessary.
To be continued…
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littledollll · 8 months
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hey sweetheart :'3 I was wondering if you were taking request. If you are would you be open to do a Lucifer x little angel reader. I just love your little fic if these and I'm always looking for more if them. I think I've read them all tho. So my idea was that maybe Lucifer and reader could have a fight I'll let you decide why. Then reader decide to go hide from Lucy and our favorite god starts panicking and all. Over all just really cute stuff 😊😊💖 Thank you for reading and have a nice day bby💕
The Gardens
Lucifer Morningstars x Little!angel!reader
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A/n: man i just hope this is half decent. Got a little motivated to write about this idea when I got the request which made me very excited! I rarely let us see when R isn’t regressed which is kinda the point? But I think insights like this are really fun to write! (May 6)
A/n pt 2.: finishing this July 21 at 3am, where did I go wrong? I’m so sorry I took so damn long it’s insane bc i don’t even notice time passing. I was looking back at my old fics and noticed I’m always writing R going to sleep? I love that cuz some of my friends actually call me “sleepy” because apparently I’m always tired. (I am)
Warnings: a little arguing, Lucifer says some hurtful things, not much else. Just some sweet fluff after the hurt.
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“Im the judge here. I alone decide the punishments and how souls will be handled. You might be my partner but you hold no power over me or hell. These are not your decisions to make or have a say on.” It was an angry spew of words. Lucifer doesn’t like having their authority challenged and you were the one person who could do that. For the first time, your own opinions were voiced in their work, and Lucifer didn’t seem willing to listen or like it at all.
Never in your time living in hell had you and Lucifer clashed about something so much.. it hurt, not to be ironic but it hurt like hell. Lucifer had never spoken to you in such a way. Never before had they used their intimidation tactics on you.
Lucifer being unnecessarily stubborn didn’t help at all, as they refused to actually listen to your opinion or swallow their pride and compromise. Or simply speak to you like an equal. Their words almost stung. “You have no power here.” That’s what they meant. And you couldn’t bear to listen anymore or even respond after that.
After a certain point you just gave up and walked away, leaving whatever they were about to spit back, in the dust, mid-sentence, and then ending up with a confused shocked expression. No one gets to just walk away from The Devil.
The worst part was that you wanted to run to them. As if words and a voice laced with venom hadn’t just been thrown in your face. As if they’d protect you even from their own self. They’ve always been your safe space, your comfort.. but you couldn’t, not today, not after your argument.
At first they were fine with you just walking away. They admit to being stubborn and hard to talk to.. everyone needs a little space to think sometimes, right? But then hours and more hours passed and you still refused to show.. it’s like you were hiding from them. There’s nothing Lucifer hated more than the thought of that. Did they really mess up that badly? That you, the most forgiving and lovely being they’ve ever met, simply refused them?
They couldn’t possibly leave it like that. Let you believe they think regularly of you, like you aren’t the most important being in their life, like you aren’t their special angel. So settling their pride aside accompanied with a bit of anxiety, they set out to find you.
You had gone to your safe space.. hiding away physically and mentally, letting your much calmer but also a lot sadder, little self take control.
Lucifer searched high and low for you, all around the palace, going as far as to actually ask for help looking. And thankfully it occurred in their mind that there was always one place you went when you seek comfort, and that was the little hidden gardens of the palace.
And there you were. Quietly sitting by their most recently planted flowers, daisies in fact. They always claimed those flowers suited you perfectly, not just the look, but the meaning. Which included purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy and cheerfulness. All things they saw in you. All things they loved about you. But of course there’s more, so much more that they love.
“My angel..” their voice was a complete contrast to their earlier attitude. Cautious as they approached you but still with a rush to have you close. Lucifer was unsure you’d ever forgive them, but there was no way you could possibly resent them, maybe you should have, but it wasn’t in your heart to reject them, so you let them approach without scurrying away.
Lucifer got down to your level, kneeling down on the floor and holding their hands out for you, which you immediately took, being pulled into a tight hug, their wings wrapping around you, effectively hiding you from the world just because they knew you loved it so much. They pressed a kiss to your forehead before hugging you close again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my sweet angel…”
Not knowing how to respond, you nodded just a little as you nuzzled close to their shoulder, basking in the warmth and comfort of their hug. “I should’ve never said that.. never. And I promise you I didn’t mean a single word of it. I’m.. I’m in no way excusing myself, and my awfully hurtful words- but I’m just not used to this, angel..”
You could understand that.. there’s no being of higher power here in hell, even in the universe actually, no one but them and the very God that created and banished them. They’re not used to being challenged or disagreed with, and ever the sinner they are also quite prideful, even as an angel. “I’ve done this alone for so long.. of course there’s other lords.. and Mazikeen. But not even they step in when it comes to my decisions, and when you did- I felt questioned. Which I recognize should be much more frequent than it is, but it’s a new thing, and I responded very wrongly to it.”
Not for a moment did the soft tone leave their voice, a mere whisper as they hugged you and refused to let go. They’d apologize for eternity if you so requested it. But even in your headspace you could appreciate them taking accountability, and recognizing that it was wrong. Not just that it caused a bad reaction from you. “I’m working on it, I promise. Your opinion does matter to me, In whatever situation, your voice matters to me.”
It hurt, of course it hurt. But Lucifer is always sincere in their word, and they were willing to work together, that’s all that mattered to you. So you quite adorably mumbled out a little, ‘I forgive’, as you rest your chin on their shoulder. And Lucifer couldn’t be happier. “Thank you, my sweet angel.. but also, you can’t hide away from me like that, tiny. You had me running all over the palace looking for you like a maniac!” They said in a more playfully, less serious tone as they chuckled.
“Let’s make a deal, yeah?.. if anything of the sort ever happens again, can I trust that you’ll be in your little room? Even if we’re a little upset at each other I always want to know that you’re safe. I understand needing a moment to decompress and think, that certainly helped me a lot today. But I’d just like to know you’re safe and that we can talk when we’re ready to, how does that sound?” You giggled as their voice took a more playful tone and you nodded, moving away a little to look at them, an adorable little smile painted on your face. “Deals!!” You said, rather excited despite the topic.
Of course you were aware that it was indeed quite possible to run into more arguments and disagreements like this, and even more that you’d slip. But knowing how much they care for you and love you, how much they worry and want you to be safe was quite reassuring that no matter what problems you ran into there wasn’t a thing you couldn’t surpass with just a little talking and cuddles.
They nodded, placing a soft kiss on your temple and deciding just then to take a moment and sit outside with you, which was rare, for reasons neither you or they could quite place. “It’s a deal then..” they replied with a soft tone, and you could hear their smile as they spoke. It was surprisingly quiet, oddly peaceful being out here with you. They scolded themselves for not doing this sooner and made a mental note for next times.
Of course your regression was still a secret and hell can be a dangerous place but the gardens are safe enough, specially with Lucifer and your hound friend who always stayed near. After a few moments, your voice interrupted their train of thought. “luci likes birdies?” The question seemingly came out of nowhere which made them chuckle a bit. “I do. What’s going on in that cute little mind of yours to ask me that, sweet one?” Their tone was obviously amused.
“No birdies in hell! Want one.. like morphi!” It seems your mind was running elsewhere, curiosity of things you always wanted to question but didn’t. “You could have one.. how about a dove? Just like you are my little dove.” Lucifer smiled and placed a little kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle and shy away. You were quick to nod and respond with a slight tone of awe. “Dovs pretty!”
“As are you!” Lucifer was never one to make spur of the moment decisions.. well- not at least until you came along. But how could they ever say no to you? The little angel wants a hound and a dove, so let’s get them a hound and a dove. Lucifer sighed, not in an upset manner nor exhaustion. More so in content, amused with themselves for being so susceptible to you. “Well then. Looks like my little dove is getting their own..”
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zorosprincess · 10 months
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Not Forgiveness
Pairing: Okkotsu Yuuta x Reader
25 Days of Christmas Day 15
Request: Second Chance #13 “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.” Prompts: 6 “I like how obsessed with me you are.” “Makes me feel like the most important person in the whole world.” 17 “And I love, I love, I love you.” 89 “It won't happen again.” 128 “Oh yeah? Bite me, bitch.” Wild Card: bumping into each other // “I came to say goodbye.”
Word Count: ~1.3k Genre: Angst, Fluff
A/N: For @abyssosmage (but an account or two back <3) sorry it took me forever... i couldn’t figure out how to write it properly and then got so overwhelmed with life but i hope you enjoy it bby, ily <3
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You had been mindlessly shopping around in the market when it happened. Honestly, you didn’t think you’d been zoning out as much as you were until you felt the hard back that you walked into. You had already opened your mouth to reply, not even fully looking up yet when you heard it.
“Y/n?” It felt like all the blood in your veins suddenly turned to ice. Freezing you in place, threatening to break if you moved even an inch. You dared yourself to anyways, dragging your eyes up to see who it was. Though you already knew.
“Yuuta.” His name felt foreign on your tongue. A word you’d forbidden yourself from speaking in the months it had been since you’d last seen him.
“Its uh, its nice to see you.” The ice in your blood finally reached your heart and you rolled your eyes.
“Wish I could say the same.” You turned on your heel quickly and took off in the other direction, abandoning all your original plans in exchange for an escape from this situation. “Bye.”
Yuuta was quick to jump in front of you, long limbs carrying him easily. “Y/n, please. I need to talk to you.” He blocked your path and you ground your teeth, letting the ice in your heart sharpen your tongue as you glared at him.
"Oh yeah? Bite me, bitch" You snarled out at him, dipping around him to continue your planned escape only to be stopped by his hand on your arm. You glared at the assaulting grip as he kept you from leaving.
“I’m sorry. Y/n, I’m sorry.” His voice was pleading and it almost melted the ice in your heart. Almost.
You scoffed and shook your head, turning your head to keep him out of your line of sight. “Yeah? Well you left without saying anything. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t quite cut it.”
There was a beat of silence before Yuuta cleared his throat awkwardly. “I tried.” Your eyes snapped over to him, his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, fingers itching at the back of his neck softly. “I came to say goodbye.” He sighed, then, looking up to make eye contact. “But you looked so happy I couldn’t bring myself to.”
“You came?” You huffed, annoyed. “And you thought I was happy?” The sarcasm seeped through your words as you avoided his eyes once again.
He sighed and it sounded shaky, a semblance of the shy boy you’d fallen in love with. The boy who had left you, alone, without a word. “You were smiling and happy and laughing with everyone.” The solid ice moved a little, cracking, feeling more akin to slush moving through your veins as your anger and stubbornness gave way to the resurfacing hurt you felt that night. “I didn’t want to ruin your evening.”
You gave a dry laugh, turning to face him properly. “I was happy because you were supposed to be coming!” You had been having a good night that night. You’d been dressed up in a pretty dress, you’d brought dessert to the gathering. You’d been chit chatting with your mutual friends as the time crept closer to when Yuuta had meant to arrive. “I spent all night waiting!” You heard your own voice shake as you remembered what that was like. The way you’d tried to convince yourself and others that he was simply running late. How your heart fell when you’d noticed people starting to leave and Yuuta still not being there. How it felt when your calls went to voicemail. “And then I spent days waiting for a call!” You’d left voicemails until his box was full. Locked yourself away staring at your phone, just in case it might ring when you were away. It didn’t. Your hurt simmered, condensing into tears along your waterline. “You couldn’t even call me.” You sighed, turning your head away from him again. If you were going to cry then you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
“I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to.” The slush thawed a little more and you could physically feel your muscles stretch to life.
“You wanted to but didn’t.” You whispered, all the upset pouring out and turning into sadness, remembering the way you wallowed, the way you tried to bargain with yourself about why he wasn’t calling. An answer that you’d never gotten. “Why didn’t you call?” You immediately regretted asking the question, fearing the answer, but before you could recant, he answered.
“I couldn’t believe what I’d done.” He confessed, you watched as his throat bobbed, shame covering all of his features. "Darling,” he muttered, a name you’d not heard in months, one that melted you and the ice in your body as his hands came to cup your face, drawing your eyes back to his, “your heart is too pure for me." He let out a shaky sigh and shook his head softly. “I don’t deserve it for a second. I never deserved you and I knew that.”
You scoffed lightly, hands gripping his wrists to keep them in place, to keep him touching you. “Don’t I get to decide that Yuuta?” His downcast eyes snapped back up in shock. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “I love you.” You watched him flounder for a response, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to figure out why you would. “That’s what I was going to tell you that night.” He was the one frozen then, tears gathering in his eyes now as he processed what you had said. “I was going to finally say it.”
“You love me?” He whispered the question, disbelief lacing his words. “You love me.”
You rolled your eyes and took your hands off his. “Say it again, why don’t you?” You tried to turn your head away, fighting with the disappointment of not hearing it back, ashamed you’d said it.
“You love me.” He laughed then, a smile breaking across his lips as he looked at you. "And I love,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, your eyes widened at the feeling, heat spreading out from the spot, “I love,” you gasped as he kissed your other cheek, your heart melting more, “I love you." It was a whisper as his forehead fell against yours.
Your eyes fell closed, a confusing rush of hurt and love swirling through you. “This isn’t forgiveness for leaving, Yuuta.”
“I know.” He responded and you could feel him tense under your touch.
You brushed your hands along his arms, trying to soothe the tension out. “It is a second chance though.”
"It won't happen again." He promised, and you could hear the sincerity bleeding into his voice. “You’re my world,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose, “my angel.” He pulled back to look into your eyes again. “You’re my everything.”
You laughed a little bit, shaking your head at how he paid attention to you. "I like how obsessed with me you are." You teased, pressing a kiss to one of his wrists.
“Yeah?” He chuckled a little bit before his tone softened, eyes scanning over your face like he was still trying to convince himself you were there. “Good, cause I am very obsessed.”
"Makes me feel like the most important person in the whole world." You muttered, blinking up at him and wondering, yourself, if this was all real. If he really was there in your arms again, confessing that he’d messed up in leaving without a word.
“That’s because you are.”
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a/n i have never written jjk before so i am hiding away now
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vamossainz55 · 1 year
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"do you think.. we can go back to what we were?" + charles
a/n: hope you enjoy bby! vv short but angsty (sorry for doing charles that way)
tw: mentions of cheating
part of my drabble party <3
back to the start -- (cl16)
The air is thick around you both, so heavy that you can barely breathe. You realize that this time, you really are done, because for the first time ever, you feel like you don’t recognise the person right in front of you.
He looks sorry, regret supposedly written all over his face as he comes to grab your hand but you can’t let him do that, you can’t let him rope you in again. 
“Don’t.” You say, voice cold and distant as you take a heavy step back. 
“Please, I’m sorry.” He says, practically pleads, and it hurts. It hurts like hell, because despite all of your efforts to forgive him, to understand him, to rebuild the relationship from the pieces he had already destroyed, it only took him one night out to burn it all down again. 
“You fucked up Charles, again, and again, and again.” You accepted every single apology before, lies masked with soft kisses, gifts, crocodile tears. 
“I love you,” but he doesn’t, and a part of you wonders if he ever really did. You wipe your own cheeks, shaking your head as Charles continues to beg. 
“Don’t lie to me, don’t look at me right in the eyes and tell me you love me. How dare you?” Your voice cracks for the first time that night and you have to tear your eyes away from him. You’re not sure if you feel more betrayed or embarassed at this point, the argument becoming all too familiar by now. 
“You’re not sorry you did it, you’re sorry you got caught.” You have to take a deep breath, feeling lightheaded already. Charles continues apologizing, explaining that he had one too many drinks, and that she approached him first.
You almost laugh at his words, every single explanation being reused.
You wish you had known better, you knew how Charles was when it came to relationships. He’d do anything for the one he loved, anything apart from being faithful. 
Maybe if you had stayed on the sidelines this wouldn’t have happened, you wouldn’t have to say goodbye but a part of you thinks though, believes, that for a fact, it was inevitable. Because at the end of the day Charles can’t let anything come too close without breaking it. 
“I need to go Charles,” You murmur, defeated as you step towards the door. “Please don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t reach out to me.” 
“But, I need you.” Charles says, “You’re my best friend.” The words linger in the air and you force yourself to not turn back, to not look at him. 
“I can’t anymore, I can’t let you do this to me.” You murmur, shaking your head. 
"Wait, please just wait. Do you think.. we can go back to what we were?” 
You turn a bit this time to look at him, and for the first time ever, instead of regret you see remorse in his eyes and despite the ache in your chest you don’t step any closer. 
You shake your head. “There’s nothing to go back to anymore.” 
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manjiroscum · 2 years
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pregnancy diaries: teddy bear
summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.
character/s: bonten!sanzu haruchiyo
warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnant sex, attempts of sexual assault (not by sanzu), light angst, reader gets anxious a lot, pregnancy, mentions of murder, blood, canon typical violence, mentions of past drug use, sanzu keeps weapons in his house, sanzu tries to be a good husband and father, ooc sanzu (?), lots of fluff, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
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wc: 4.9k
note: this entry is dedicated to bby cat @sanzucide 😚💖
MONTH 0: WEEK 2
My dear baby peanut,
A kind old lady I met at a bakery told me to write down my thoughts about you as you grow in my tummy. She said that you might like to read my journey with you one day and I couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of it. No words can describe how excited your father and I are to see you. I was quite surprised when I found out that you’re here—our precious miracle. I swear by the stars that shine that I’ll protect you as fiercely as I can, even if it is against those who I love for you deserve everything good life has to offer. Please, please stay healthy and well inside there. I’ll do anything for it to stay that way.
I love you, my precious starlight.
Strong arms were wrapped around your trembling body. The same arms that you missed sleeping in last night for your husband went missing once you broke the news to him about your pregnancy. Sanzu Haruchiyo was—still is—a very closed-off individual since you met him. Rarely does he indulge you with his troubled thoughts or those scenarios that bother him enough to stay awake during the late hours. You figured, as his wife, he wouldn’t be so shy about sharing his fears with you.
But when it came to special and sensitive matters, like how you wanted a baby and failed multiple times, your beloved husband was sometimes a lost cause. You couldn’t really blame him for it either, having isolated himself from his own family due to his own personal reasons he dare not say aloud. Still, you couldn’t bare the responsibility alone, scared to death that he might leave you with the baby and decide not to be a part of raising it.
Yet, Haruchiyo wasn’t that cruel to do that to you—his love and the only piece of heaven in a land that reeks of death and betrayal. To do so would be akin to dying.
“Please… Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry,” Sanzu sighed into your hair, eyes closed in exhaustion and sorrow for the stress he has caused you in the last few hours. He knows he should do more than console you through words. Beg or kneel for your forgiveness. “I’m sorry. Sorry I did that… I’m sorry I made you worry, baby. It won’t happen again. I, uh… I got so overwhelmed at the thought of becoming a father and needed fresh air—”
An angel you were. No one else could compare to your bountiful mercy and love. Normally, anyone in your situation would ask him to go. You were content to cry, two of your clenched fists banged against his chest. It never dealt much damage, unlike the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed. Haruchiyo really messed up this time. “I-Idiot! Idiot Haru! All you had to do was tell me that! Not disappear on me like that… I was so worried sick—”
“I know, baby. I know.” His arms pulled you close once again, embracing your trembling form as try and steady yourself. Your husband couldn’t help but feel anger towards his actions. He should do better—never make you cry like this again. “I’m sorry… I love you, yeah? Do you know that I love you, mhm? Baby stop crying, what will peanut think if he hears you?” At the cute nickname he gave the baby, you blinked back the tears and glanced up at him in surprise.
“Peanut?”
MONTH 1: WEEK 5
Hello, baby peanut,
Your papa is such a sweet man. You might say it is impossible to see or disagree once you’re older, but he truly is. Today, we went to check how you are and we’re so happy you’re making yourself comfortable inside. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll make sure you can taste it, yeah? Even if it is weird. Plus, your uncle Takeomi asked about you when I visited your papa at work. He might seem like an aloof man but he is good. Your papa says he is better than your uncle at everything but I can’t testify to that. What I do know is that your papa is a hard-working man. He tried to assemble your crib today and it was a funny sight. Don’t tell him that though, okay?
I love you, peanut. Keep growing!
“Are you even sure it’s gonna be a boy?”
Rindou’s question stayed hanging in the air due to Haruchiyo not listening to his colleague. The walls were recently painted in the hue of baby blue by your husband, leading the visitor to question why. Tongue stuck in between his lips, your husband was too caught up in reading the steps written on the flimsy paper about assembling the crib you two bought the other day to pay the younger Haitani any attention. Rindou must’ve realized this and sighed, shaking his head before diverting his gaze at you. You merely laughed at his curious stare.
“It might be. Haruchiyo is quite sure, though. Says he can ‘sense’ it.”
The younger Haitani couldn’t stop the strange expression twisting his handsome face at what that implied. “He… can ‘sense’ it? What the fuck does that even mean? And why name your baby after a nut?” Those purple irises threw your husband a suspicious look, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Are you… on drugs again?”
Concentration snapped into two, Haruchiyo glared at Rindou at the accusing tone. “Hey, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? I’ve been clean for two years. My mind is perfectly working.” His finger reached up to pull down his eyelid and stuck out his tongue. “You’re just jealous I can sense that my baby is gonna be a boy. What’s the matter, Rinny? Having a hard time conceiving boys like Ran? Perhaps you should fuckin’ check if your balls are broken or if it runs in the family.”
You ignored the banter occurring in front of you, content at sitting by the side. Whatever his reasons were for being able to tell his child would be a boy, it is still endearing to hear. And somewhere, deep in your heart, you wished Haruchiyo’s intuition would come true. Your hand reached down to caress your belly, mouth parting as you lightly scold Haruchiyo not to antagonize Ran’s brother any further.
MONTH 2: WEEK 7
My lil’ peanut,
I tried to convince your papa the other day to write an entry in this journal for you. He refused because he was afraid he’d mess it up which I don't think will happen. Your papa has been extra careful lately that sometimes I wonder if he is the one carrying you or me. I can’t blame him, though. You are our miracle baby.
Can you hear him humming at night? I don’t know if listening to Mozart will make you smarter and where your papa heard that tidbit from, but I just hope you like the music if you do hear it. It calms my nerves and fears of what has yet to come.
I can’t wait to have you in my arms, darling.
Tonight's dinner was flushed down the drain while you brushed your teeth. Whether it was because of what you ate or how you have been going around the house nonstop to clean the apartment that made you dizzy, your nausea got too much. Haruchiyo’s tall frame was leaning against the bathroom door’s frame, worry etched on his equally tired features after a whole day of running to and fro for another grand scheme of Bonten. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows slightly. As much as you wanted him to stay and be here with you all the time, it would be quite selfish. And yet, the thought of going into labor without him by your side would be an absolute nightmare. The crime organization didn't really have some sort of paternity leave and you were sure your husband would rather shoot himself than ask Mikey for it.
“You okay?”
Nodding at Haruchiyo’s reflection in the mirror, you then shot him a weak smile. “I’m alright. Just… tired of puking.” In hopes of lifting the solemn mood, you poked your tongue out. “I guess little peanut didn’t like the pasta.” You took an empty cup and filled it with water, about to gargle the last bit of your vomit’s aftertaste until you felt arms wrapping around your torso and a warm chest pressed against your back. Your eyes glanced up to meet Haruchiyo’s gaze through the mirror.
“Peanut should learn not to be picky about his food.”
“I was only kidding, Haru,” you whispered, leaning back on him. “The pregnancy is making me nauseous.”
Nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, your husband laughed softly, the puff of air released was ticklish on your neck. “I know, baby. I know. I just don’t like seeing you vomit since you just ate. I’m worried that you’re gonna get sick or something. Do you wanna order something? That favorite cafe of yours is still open at this hour. How about some cupcakes, mhm? Or maybe you wanna get cheesecake?”
At the mention of sweet desserts, your eyes perked up and a smile spread across your lips. “Sure, not gonna say no to cupcakes. Let me finish gargling then we can order, okay?”
MONTH 3: WEEK 9
My dear peanut,
I have to be honest… I’ve been afraid of what kind of world you’ll be growing up in. It is no secret what your papa does and I am fully aware of the possibilities that may happen in the near future. Your papa has been nothing but kind to me. He may have his ups and downs, yet that is part of being human. The people he has to deal with, on the other hand, are not so good…
Still, I swear that I’ll keep you safe. Your papa and I will keep you away from harm's way as best as we could. It may sound pointless, but as long as I live and you cannot defend yourself, I will always protect you.
I love you so much, my sweet peanut.
Iron. The smell of blood wasn’t overpowering yet it somehow invaded and assaulted your nostrils. But the scent akin to rust was not the most overwhelming thing to experience at this very moment. Fists meeting the pervert’s face with a sickening crack and the crimson liquid dripping from the man’s lips were nothing compared to the murderous look painted across your husband’s face. His heart that was hammering earlier out of worry and fear was not beating to the thunderous tune of rage and vengeance. He can’t believe someone really tried to touch his pregnant wife on his own turf, much less a nobody who was only thinking with his dick. All you could do was heave a heavy sigh and continue to look away as the man’s limp body was dragged out of the room.
The new recruit, whatever possessed him to try and touch a Bonten member’s wife, was surely regretting it now—wherever his pathetic soul is. Frankly, neither you nor Sanzu cared.
Haruchiyo never noticed your form shivering until he embraced you, his lips in a grim line while he inhaled your familiar scent he got so used to waking up that it would be torture to never be able to smell it again. Any bastard who tries to harm you and his son should be prepared to receive his undiluted wrath. That man was just an example of what he can do and a glimpse of what he can do more if anyone would be stupid enough to mess with him.
“You’re okay, baby. I’m here. No one will try to fuckin’ touch you again.”
“T-that fucker…”
You supposed you were as insane as him at this point—any mother would probably result to the same way of thinking after going through this. Images of the man burning and wailing in agony filled your mind while you clung to Haruchiyo. The unwanted touching and disgusting words that were thrown at you weren’t the horrifying part of this whole ordeal. Compared to that, the insults he hurled at you the second he saw you were pregnant made you sick. The ride to your husband’s office for a simple desire to eat lunch with Haruchiyo with that creep was a long one that was filled with suffering until those metal doors opened. The heavens definitely answered your prayers when Haruchiyo was waiting for you by the elevator, hoping to welcome you with arms open only to see you trying to push away the sicko. The rest was history.
“H-Haru, it happened so fast and I was so scared—”
“Shh, I got you. He won’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered into your hair. “Remember? I’ll always keep you and peanut safe. Nothing will harm you or the baby, okay? I’m sorry you had to experience that, baby… I’ll cut off those filthy hands and burn them. Would you like to see that, babe?”
MONTH 4: WEEK 15
My darlin’ peanut,
Your papa is ecstatic. I supposed anyone will be once the baby’s gender is revealed but your papa is beyond that. He has been busy buzzing around buying you baby clothes and toys. And yet, when I asked him if he wanted to reveal the gender to his friends… I guess I can’t go into detail about what he actually said to me. However, it goes along the lines of wanting to keep it to himself for now.
The doctor was smiling weakly the entire time we listened to your heartbeat because your papa was glaring at him until the sound of your beating heart echoed around the room. I admit I shed a few tears. Some mothers had the idea of keeping the sonogram pictures of their babies in their wallets for good luck. I’ve asked yours to be printed a lot because I know I’ll be placing them all over the house. You’ve grown quite big, peanut.
I can’t wait to see you soon, love.
Haruchiyo couldn’t stop grinning. Even when he was in the same room as Mikey and the other members of Bonten, he had to hide the curl of his lips with his hand so Ran or Rindou wouldn’t tease him. However, he can’t help it. Soon, his good mood was news to the entire staff in the building. Those who knew him well were aware of your pregnancy and weren’t all that surprised. The people who didn’t, on the other hand, were living in total fear that Bonten’s number two may have lost his mind and could go on a killing spree when provoked.
“Are you gonna tell them tomorrow?” you questioned softly. Upon hearing no reply from your husband, you glanced in the direction of pink and stifled a giggle at the sight. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the fierce second in command of Bonten who has slitted far more throats and is known for being the most ruthless one, was giggling softly at the photo of his baby’s sonogram. To say Haruchiyo was ecstatic over the confirmation that his baby was a boy isn’t enough to be a description.
He’s fucking over the moon.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?” Haruchiyo still couldn’t put down the photo, his eyes clear as day while staring at the black and white photo. He can’t take his eyes off of it. Did he and you really make such a cute baby? Haruchiyo couldn’t believe he was going to be a dad in a few more months. Will the baby look like you? Or him? Your husband’s lips stretched even more at the thought. “What is it?”
Adoring the scene, you turned back to the sizzling meal you were making for two. It will be for three in a couple of months. You couldn’t wait for that day, smiling at what that meant.
“Nothing, babe.”
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MONTH 5: WEEK 18
My baby peanut,
Your room is ready and filled to the brim with things you might need. It’s almost as if you’re already here. Your papa said that if you’re not a good boy, he’ll take away all your toys and exchange them for boring posters compelling nutrition posters to encourage you to eat vegetables. He’s very funny.
The other day, we were looking to buy strollers and your very own car seat. I’m too embarrassed to go back to the store after weeping at the sight of those cute items. Your papa merely laughed so I hit him on the back for doing so. Peanut, whenever a lady cries or feels sad, comfort her. Okay?
Love you!
“Are you still mad?” Haruchiyo slightly winced at the cold expression you shot at him, instantly regretting his actions earlier. Silly as it may be, he knew your irritation was amplified due to the hormones and shouldn’t be messed with. You normally would have laughed when he teased you, but today wasn’t like those days. His hand reaching out to you was ignored when you brushed past him in the direction of the bathroom. Scratching his chin, your husband tailed behind you akin to a lost puppy while a stream of apologies ran out of his mouth. To shut the door on his face would be too harsh so you spun to face him before entering, surprising him a bit. To tease your husband, however, was another story.
“Haru, I have to be frank,” you muttered, putting on the best face you can that could be the epitome of disappointment. “I may take this as good fun, but for you to merely laugh at me earlier… it hurt my feelings.” Hands reaching up to cover your eyes that were void of tears, you could tell Haruchiyo was starting to panic. He did vow he will never make you cry again or be the reason for the waterworks. Especially now that you were experiencing mood swings due to the pregnancy. For him to see you start showing signs of weeping had your husband at the tip of his toes, hoping for you to forgive him. The last thing he wanted was to sleep on the cold couch tonight.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make you feel sad—look, if it makes you feel better, I can buy you anything. Or maybe a massage? Do you want a massage? I’ll massage your feet and back, plus do all the dishes this month. Please—” he paused in his ramble the second the first laugh slipped past your lips. It wasn’t soon before Haruchiyo figured out you were messing with him, crossing his arms across his chest while observing you laugh with your arms around your tummy. He couldn’t believe he fell for your tricks. You didn’t even notice him leaving until you heard the door to your bedroom closed shut.
“Haru? Come on, I was just kiddin’! You were laughing at me earlier and I couldn’t help but tease you. I love you, okay?”
MONTH 6: WEEK 23
Darling peanut,
You are growing bigger and stronger inside that I can’t help but cry. The doctor said I might feel you kicking soon and your papa is looking forward to it. It still amazes me that you’ll be coming out soon and I’ll be meeting you.
I saw a shooting star the other day. Your papa was already snoring on the couch to see it while we were in the middle of watching an old film and I was slightly bored. I wished for you to come out healthy. That is all I want.
Haruchiyo took a clean towel from the nightstand to wipe off the sweat dripping down your forehead, unable to take his eyes off of your belly and the undeniable glow your face had. His free hand even refused to move from its spot on the obvious bump, rubbing on it softly. His cock twitched at the idea of getting you pregnant again, which did not go unnoticed by you since he was still inside your creamed pussy after sex. Gentle and slightly afraid he’ll hurt the baby, your husband has been nothing but the sweetest. Even after marriage, Haruchiyo was still doting. Fears of him leaving you for another woman and giving up on the relationship did haunt you all those years where nothing significant happened. Perhaps it’s human to think that way.
Your husband did not understand why you had such thoughts, kissing every worry away from your face so soothingly as if he didn’t just paint your gummy walls white that it oozed out the moment his flaccid cock slipped out of your pussy with a small pop. He was mesmerized at the lewd sight that his cock was twitching, growing hard once again. You felt it too, groaning at how eager he is. Haruchiyo was sheepish.
“Sorry, I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
“Haru, I’m tired…”
“You sure you’re not up for another round?” he mumbled into your ear, slowly grinding his cock now half-mast against your thigh. “You tend to get needy whenever I’m just about to fall asleep.” When you shook your head, he pouted. “I’m not gonna offer the same thing once we’re finished bathing even if you ask me nicely, pretty.”
Playfully glaring at him, you lightly scoffed. “Really? How sure are you?” Not waiting for a response, you got up and sauntered over to the bathroom while making sure not to hide the way his semen ran down your legs. You gave your entranced husband a glance and cheekily gestured for him to follow you. Damn your depleted energy, teasing him is always a fun challenge. “You’re not opposed to washing my back without touching me down there, right?”
MONTH 7: WEEK 26
My adorable peanut,
I hope you are well. Sometimes I get surprised whenever I feel you kick, especially when I eat. Your papa said it is silly to worry that you might be kicking a lot during meals because you didn’t like the taste of them. I can’t help but wonder about it.
Whenever you kick, your adorable papa comes running to check. He’s like a puppy, but don’t tell him that. He might worry his colleagues will think the same way. I’m just confident in writing it down here ‘cause I know he doesn’t read what I write here. Something about privacy and that this journal should be read by you. He really cares about you, peanut.
We both love you so much, baby.
“Do you think we should babyproof that room?”
Haruchiyo glanced up from polishing his katana, his eyes following your line of gaze to the one room where he kept all his guns and other dangerous things. At your suggestion, your husband couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Come on, babe. There’s no way an infant could even enter there. I keep it locked at all times, ‘ya know? Besides, once he does grow older, we’ll move to a bigger place. I’d want one with three bathrooms.”
The talks of moving once you had a kid were not strange to this household. Even back then when you were still struggling with conceiving, Haruchiyo was already open to moving out of the apartment once the kid was big enough. There wasn’t anything wrong with the current apartment, but you do wish to have more space for the child and that it was nearby a school. However, there was his job at Bonten to consider. Moving out meant he would be further away from headquarters and that might not suit well with him.
“You sure? I mean, about moving.”
Haruchiyo was back to polishing the blade, nodding at your words. “Yeah, it’s totally fine, babe. We can’t stay in this apartment forever, plus there are better apartments or penthouses out there where peanut can run around freely. If you don’t wanna live in a building, we can always get a house. It’s no big deal.” Hearing no response from you, his attention shifted to your form, and raised a brow. “What? Did… I say something wrong?”
“No, nothing wrong. Do you think peanut is gonna be such an active kid?” The grin on your face never faltered as you listened to Haruchiyo ramble away on how his son would probably be a menace if he had too much sugar.
MONTH 8: WEEK 30
Hi sweet peanut,
You’re definitely not as small as a peanut now, that’s for sure. You’ve grown so much that it is making me a bit emotional. I often hear mothers saying that children grow so fast that if you don’t look hard enough, you’ll never notice it. I’m a bit terrified that I might do something wrong, specifically in raising you. Reading books and watching videos on motherhood sometimes call me down, but experience always varies.
I don’t know about your papa and his fears. All I do know is that he might be sharing the same thoughts as I am. We both have never tried raising a kid before and taking care of someone else’s is a different thing. I just hope the two of us manage to pull it off and be the best parents we can be for you.
I love you so, so much.
Haruchiyo sighed. This was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t stop fussing around. He knew it was because the due date is dawning nearer and nearer as the weeks go by, but he was worried you might burn a hole on the carpet with your pacing. Ever since you started experiencing Braxton Hicks, you couldn’t help but grow anxious. No matter how many times he had consoled you, that these were normal as the doctor said, you can’t help but feel scared. Scared that something will go wrong.
“Baby, please sit down. It’ll be much better for you to just relax, yeah?” he said, reaching up to stop you in your tracks before pulling you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, you complied but the concern for your son was still swirling in your mind. “Hey, look at me, babe. Babe.”
“Y-yeah?” you mumbled, meeting his eyes immediately. The television playing in the background white noise in your march of apprehension that lasted much longer than the previous ones. Your gaze was then blocked by a shock of pink, your husband hugging you. “Haru, what—”
“I hate seeing you like this. Makes me feel fucking weak, to be honest.” Haruchiyo whispered, his hand running soothing circles on your back while the other was on your huge belly. Just as you were about to ask him why when he beat you to it. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. I’m not the pregnant one here, yet I understand why you’re so worried. Still, we should have fate on little peanut, yeah? And you should listen to your doctor. You should be relaxing—no, you should be resting a lot. I’ll do everything now, okay? I’m sure Mikey won’t mind me being absent. Let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you and tell me about your problems. I won’t laugh at you.”
“Haru…” As if his words were some spell, you relaxed into his chest. Eyes shut, you took in deep breaths before nodding. “Alright, yeah… I’m sorry for worrying you. Didn’t mean to make you feel this way…”
“Don’t apologize, baby. We did promise to do this together.”
MONTH 9: WEEK 39
My peanut,
This is your papa. You will probably notice due to the change of font. Your mama wanted me to write something here. I don’t know why but writing something in this journal seems… weird. Don’t get your papa wrong, but I’m used to reading the entries than writing on them. My curiosity gets the better of me so don’t tell your mama I’ve read most of what she wrote her. Ugh, it’s probably pointless ‘cause I’m sure she’ll see this. Anyway, it has been a long journey of keeping you and your mama safe. I won’t trade those days, good or bad, for anything. Your uncle and cousins are looking forward to seeing you, too. Don’t let them intimidate you.
Very excited to see you, little man. Come out soon, but not too soon, okay? Be kind to your mama.
Takeomi left the room, giving you and Haruchiyo privacy after saying hello to your bouncing baby boy now sleeping soundly in his father’s arms. The solemnity of the space lifted the moment Haruchiyo entered the room, sweat evident in his temples at the long hours he waited outside during your delivery. Hearing your muffled screams brought him on edge, wondering what was happening behind closed doors and whether peanut was alright. When the wait was over, he immediately rushed to where you and his son were. Takeomi followed behind with a small smile. It was a miracle his younger brother agreed to see the new addition to the family, although he was suspecting it was because of you.
“He’s so tiny,” your husband whispered, gently rocking the baby. “Look at his cute fucking nose and those cheeks—we should make more babies. I wanna give peanut a sister.” Ignoring the way you let out a sigh and mutter that giving birth wasn’t easy, Haruchiyo continued to coo at the baby. The smile on his face matched yours, happier than the first day you discovered you were having his baby. The teddy bear Takeomi bought as a gift sat on top of the hospital’s bedside cabinet, mirroring the unexplainable joy on both of your faces.
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xiaosenthusiast · 2 years
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OKAY SO THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST BC I LOVE YOUR WRITING HEHE <33
Imagine if Scaramouche and reader have an argument and like it escalates really quick and they start yelling at each other and reader starts crying bc I love angst <3 how does Scaramouchie react to this 😁😁😁😁
Fem!reader please 😼🙌
big arguments !
SUMMARY how do they react if you start crying in the middle of arguing?
characters⌇scaramouche, xiao, heizou, albedo
fem!reader :,)
def ooc heizou i’m sorry😭 xiao’s is the longest bc i’m biased HSJSJ
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OKAY SO i take scaramouche as the very petty type?
he’s most likely the one that started the argument, has that “i’m always right” typa vibe
i do NOT think he would apologize first, even if you started crying.
he would scoff and throw more insults at you…he’s not a soft boy he’s really mean😭
“now you’re crying? god, you’re so pathetic. are you trying to gain my sympathy?”
now..if you try and ignore him then that’s a WHOLE different story
he’ll let you ignore him for about a day or two AT MOST
he’ll call you over, and if you try to resist? oh boy..
he’s still not apologizing first, sorry.
he’ll talk it out with you and once you both realize you were BOTH in the wrong then you two have silent apologies.
he’ll never mention it again, and although that might be toxic…why would having a relationship with scara be anything other than toxic?
he’s possessive and definitely persistent, if he wants something he’ll have it.
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this is taking place during the ‘talking’ stage !
OKAY OKAY MY BBY MY LOVE MY PRETTY BOY<33333(i’m biased LMAO)
as much as i want to say that he would comfort you right away, he’s still against making relationships.
he won’t mind being aggressive to get you to stay away, but you’re just so soft hearted and kind and caring and UGHHHH
you’re too kind and he’s disappointed in himself since he’s made you cry.
he feels as though you’ll abandon him now that he’s hurt your feelings and will avoid seeing you for a couple of days.
and you don’t even go to see him, not once, which confirms his suspicions :((
when in reality your just so busy with all the adventurers guild commissions you’ve gotten, you haven’t had time to go see him. you haven’t even had time to rest!
when you’re finally done with all of your commissions you go see him, no matter how large your eye bags had gotten. no matter how sweaty you looked, you just wanted to see him.
so when he felt your presence approaching he hid himself
“xiao? are you here?”
you checked the whole inn and even asked verr and she told you she last saw him on the balcony
it continued like this for a whole nother 2 weeks and eventually he questioned himself about hiding from you
if you were so persistent to see him, did that mean you forgave him? but he made you cry..why did you forgive him?
it had been about 3 weeks since you last saw him and you sighed to yourself thinking he was probably not gonna show again
when you were about to leave he finally appeared in front of you, he wanted to know if you forgave him. and if you did, why?
but when you laid eyes on him you ran over to him while crying
“why would you disappear on me for 3 weeks?!”
he just lets you hug him until you calm down and when you do you weakly punch him on his arm.
when he asks you about the argument, you started laughing and he’s so confused about it
in the end you tell him you had forgotten about that incident and all you wanted to do was see him. you also explained how you were busy with the adventurers guild
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he is most definitely comforting you
at least that’s what i think. i mean, either he comforts you or he starts being a bully about it, your pick
well either way i don’t think he’d want his girlfriend to start crying during an argument
“shhh it’s okay i’m wrong you’re right it’s okay.”
he also probably said something he didn’t mean while arguing so he apologizes for that too
cuddles you for sure, and he’s the big spoon👀
he kisses all of your face and it helps you stop crying, he knows exactly how to cheer you up.
after you’re done crying you both talk it out and apologize to each other. and then you both go eat together<3
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OKAY so i’m gonna be honest, he is very confused when you started crying. he doesn’t realize that what he said was hurtful.
“why are you crying? i’m only telling the truth..”
he’s still not 100% sure on how relationships should be but he does care for you.
he knows he should never lie to you which leads him to be brutally honest with you. it’s one or the other..
he still tries to comfort you(keyword:tries)
he’s seen couples in mondstadt hug each other when they’re sad so he awkwardly hugs you and pats your head.
after a couple of seconds you started laughing because he was so stiff, he was moving like a robot!
you hugged him back and the argument was solved when you both talked about it<3
safe to say you taught him how to properly comfort someone(and how to sugarcoat things)
taglist ! @layla240 @meisuuu
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tojikai · 6 months
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Hi!! I’ve been meaning to ask u since forever cus I’m kinda confused (dumb).Did gojo cheat on y/n wth naomi?or were they already broken up at that time or were they on a break from each other ?
And OMG💀💀 i have a feeling that toji’s gon break up with y/n
But idc and not cuz i want gojo to be endgame.Nope I don’t think i can ever forgive dat bish. I know he regrets everything he did to yn and that he’s hurting, so what 🤷🏻‍♀️he hurt yn too
While his ass got to work in a nice company,own a nice car and live in a nice apartment?(mansion?idgaf) while providing for naomi and at the same time treating yn like an extra and trynna make her feel like trash!!!!
Yn had to drop out of uni and work at a bakery?cafe? And struggling but trynna be a good mom for her bby😢that makes me so sad
And yn still forgives his ass just cuz she loves him
And him on the other hand couldn’t even control his hormones for f sake💀✋like i get it!! His mom manipulated him so he get on wth naomi.And that should be it!!! Don’t trynna shove it in yn’s face how ur so happy wth a fake ass bish and… nvm💀💀✋✋
Sorry for bothering u with my bad english 🙇🏻‍♀️im a south east asian🤣
they've been separated for like a month, but satoru told yn that he still wants to try w her. yn was hopeful, tho she never showed or said it. then naomi happened. and yeah, yn's life was really hard. and she also had to deal w how she feels for him and his new rs :((
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superbattrash · 1 year
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Superbat: The Boy With The Pearl Earring
Alternative title: nemestie gives me too many ideas
So. @annoyingartblizzardskeleton did some DM magic and I wrote a few notes. Then @superbatlvr1 shared one of his piercing hcs (THANK YOU BBY) and here we are. Enjoy! 
Clark pierces Bruce’s ear on an undercover mission :) 
“Are you sure?” Clark asks nervously.
Bruce sighs and his entire back aches from the movement. He’s been sighing a lot these past few hours. “Yes, Clark, for the last time, I am absolutely sure,” he says.
“It’s gonna hurt.” Clark is biting at his lip and Bruce is not distracted by it at all. He’s got things to do, people – well, aliens – to spy on. He can’t be distracted by Clark’s teeth biting into the soft flesh of his lower lip, denting it, making it flush red when he releases it.
“It’s a piercing, it’s supposed to hurt,” Bruce says when he finally finds a way to shake himself out of his thoughts. He just needs this over with; he’s not exactly a fan of the situation either.
“I don’t like this,” Clark says and drops his hands by his sides. He’s been doing this a lot; moving his hands around as he speaks and removing them from Bruce’s proximity whenever they talk about what he’s actually supposed to do.
“I get that,” Bruce says and even though he’s trying to sound patient, he can hear the edge in his own voice.
Clark flinches at his tone (it’s not the first time today, and any other day Bruce might have taken a tiny bit of pleasure knowing he has such a strong effect on what is essentially the strongest being in the universe, but this isn’t the time or place for that kind of thinking), and Bruce breathes through his nose to calm himself down. He continues in a slightly softer voice: “But I can’t place the needle at the right angle myself without damaging the device.”
“And you really want to do this?” Clark asks. Again.
Bruce finally turns his entire body towards Clark. He clasps his hands in his lap to keep from just grabbing Clark’s hands and bringing them up to his ear.
“You’re not even really piercing it, okay?” he says. “You’re re-piercing it. You’re just opening up an old piercing, alright? That’s not nearly as bad.”
“It’s still pretty bad.”
“I know and I’m sorry but-” Another sigh. “This is the best we can do, okay? And I need your help here, Kal. I can’t do this by myself.”
Bruce wishes he could, he really does, but it’s an event for bonded pairs. Not single men looking for a good time. If it was, he would’ve been chosen for the mission in the first place and not desperately trying to fill in after realizing that bonding pairs were the same damn gender. He should’ve been aware of this, but his background information was lacking; he’ll obviously fix this mistake for future references but that’s not going to save them now.
“Okay,” Clark agrees quietly, and he looks like Bruce just told him he has to give up the puppy he found on the street.
Bruce is going to strangle Hal for this.
It’s the Lantern’s fault they’re even in this mess. If he hadn’t gone and gotten himself captured, they wouldn’t have to attend a fancy alien party to try and save his ass. Although Bruce supposes it’s mostly the other Lanterns’ fault for dragging the League into this, but it’s easier to be angry at the Lantern he knows and loathes. Alright, so maybe he’s a little overdramatic but he’s not exactly in a forgiving mood right now.
They need to figure out where the Kroloteans have taken Hal and without an easy way onto their ship, they’ll need to do all the recon they can beforehand. Which is why Bruce is trying to convince Clark to pierce – sorry, re-pierce – his ear.
The listening device is in an earring, because bonded pairs wear matching jewelry. The device transmits back to the ship where Diana, J’onn and Shayera are waiting. The plan was for Diana to be here with Clark, because they’re both human looking enough to go as Earthlings but with just enough of them being different that they won’t be considered too weak to attend the ritual. They’re also strong enough to defend themselves, should it come to that. Bruce made sure to design the earring elegantly but effectively. It wouldn’t get in the way of a fight or interfere with Diana’s usual uniform. Which is also why Clark’s piece of jewelry is a large bracelet, covering most of his wrist. Bruce would simply switch the pieces, if he could, but he has no equipment capable of piercing Clark’s ears – obviously – and so they have to improvise.
Bruce, however, does have his ears pierced. Or rather he did have one ear pierced. It’s been several years, if not over a decade since he’s last worn any type of jewelry it in though. Hence, once again, why he needs assistance. The device is rather fragile and he’s not sure he could press it through his ear without ruining the circuits inside it. Clark can – and not just because he can see through the material. He’s always extremely careful when handling people, whether it be physically or mentally. Bruce trusts him to do this.
“How come you only have one ear pierced?” Clark asks and it’s clearly his attempt at distraction. Bruce isn’t sure if he’s trying to distract himself or Bruce but either way, Bruce is more than willing to make this as comfortable for Clark as he can.
“I only needed one,” he says.
“Because?” Clark prompts as he cleans the needle. His hands are steady the way Superman’s hands always are, but he’s still hesitant. It’s clear in his voice.
“I had an earring made when I was younger,” Bruce explains quietly. “From one of my mother’s necklaces.” There’s really no reason to tell Clark which necklace he’s referring to but of course the story doesn’t make much sense without that piece of information. Either way the look on Clark’s face lets Bruce know that he doesn’t have to explain that part.
“Oh,” he says quietly, and he’s got that sad look on his face again.
“I can’t quite remember much of how the night went by after-” Bruce soldiers on.
“Bruce, you don’t have to-”
“-but when I got home, I had a single pearl in my hand. Alfred obviously wouldn’t let me keep it; it was covered in blood.” That last bit comes out rougher than he means it to and Bruce swallows with difficulty. His throat feels tight, and he blinks a few times to make sure no tears can betray him. There’s really nothing Clark can say, and Bruce realizes he’s not making him feel any better about this, so he pushes on, ignoring the catch in his throat: “Anyway, when I turned fifteen, I found it stashed away and I had it made into an earring.”
He skips past the part where he sobbed for days after finding it, the part about Alfred scolding him for roaming through his things, the part where Bruce ran away with nothing but that silly pearl in his hand. Alfred found him, he always does, still to this day, but it took hours and hours. The atmosphere in the manor was tense and awkward for weeks and it didn’t help that Bruce went out and got his ear pierced only to switch to the pearl earring mere hours later. It was a miracle that it didn’t get more infected than it did. It warranted another scolding but as soon as Alfred saw the earring, he stopped yelling.
“There was only one pearl, so I never saw a reason to get both ears pierced,” Bruce ends, a little awkwardly. He’s not quite sure why he shared that story. It’s not a particular happy one, nor is it relevant to their mission.
“Do you still have it?” Clark asks gently.
“Somewhere, yes. I stopped wearing it when I turned eighteen. Cool boys don’t wear their mother’s jewelry, you know?” It’s a sad attempt at humor but the story is much less sweet than Bruce aimed for.
“I think it’s a nice sentiment,” Clark says. He swipes Bruce’s earlobe with the antibacterial pad and then presses his finger against Bruce’s skin until he feels the old hole. It’s clear that he’s doing this for Bruce’s benefit. He could’ve easily just looked through Bruce’s ear and pushed the needle through without the show of preparation. “I’m sure your mother would have been happy.”
“Probably not about the piercing,” Bruce says and then sucks in a quick breath as Clark pushes the needle through his ear. Could’ve done with a warning there but Clark’s hands are gentle on his skin and soothe the slight ache as best they can. “The sentiment, maybe.”
“Either way I think it’s a sweet thought,” Clark says and fastens the earring.
It’s not at all like his mother’s pearl; it’s a simple golden stud with a small diamond in the middle. Enough light reflection to hide the microchip should someone get close enough to want to search for it. It’s pretty, Bruce designed it with Diana in mind after all, and the Amazonian deserves jewelry beautiful enough to suit her. She also wouldn’t leave the cave until he’d made it just the way she wanted it. Joke’s on Diana; there’s no reason for her to keep the earring after this.
“All done,” Clark says with a smile. He doesn’t remove his hands from Bruce’s face though.
There’s something oddly intimate about having Clark’s hands on him like this, on his skin, so close. He’s cradling Bruce’s jaw gently in his strong hand, turning his head slightly to see how the earring looks. The piercing didn’t hurt, not really, Bruce meant it when he said Clark was merely re-piercing his ear, but it is still an odd sensation, having Clark’s hands cause him even the slightest bit of pain. Clark is always so careful, so afraid to hurt anyone he doesn’t mean to. Even those he should want to hurt, he hesitates to lay his hands on. It’s an admirable moral he keeps to, albeit not always one that Bruce agrees with.
Today though… today he’s grateful that Clark is a gentle soul with a good heart. To be fair there aren’t many days where he isn’t, but he doesn’t like admitting to that; there’s no reason to make Clark do that I-knew-you’d-come-around smile of his. He does that plenty as it is. In Clark’s defense, Bruce has absolutely come around already. He’s willing to admit it to himself (unspoken, obviously) while Clark is caressing his skin to make sure he’s alright.
“Is it bad?” Clark asks and finally takes a step back.
Bruce instantly misses the warmth of his hands while simultaneously feeling like he can breathe properly for the first time in an eternity. He really has to get his feelings under better control, but he’s stressed out right now and going undercover on a mission he hasn’t personally prepared for. Thank God he insisted on planning everything with Diana and Clark from the moment they came up with this plan.
Not that they’d ever been allowed to leave the Watchtower without him knowing every single detail anyway. Bruce might have a small issue with control. He’s working on it. Sort of.
“Not at all,” Bruce says, because he doesn’t want Clark to keep looking at him like he’s going to fall to his knees crying. “Are you ready to do this?”
“Of course,” is Clark’s instant reply, and Bruce expected no less.
The ceremonial gown is a bit much – and absolutely impractical to wear in a fight – but at least Clark is allowed to keep his suit on. Bruce is sending a silent thank you to the Kryptonian designer who made sure the thing can be manipulated by Clark’s touch alone. While he’s only ever seen Kryptonian ceremonial clothes on a screen, Clark’s uniform is a pretty good dupe all things considered. He might be supposedly human but there’s no harm in dressing in a powerful species’ designs. The high neck is a nice touch and makes him look almost royal.
The downside to Clark’s uniform being so easy to fix is that Bruce has to match. Diana could get away with her Amazonian uniform – nobody would look twice at her and deny her access anywhere – Bruce cannot. Mostly because Diana refused to let him wear it even if it would fit but also because he has to match Clark properly now that they have more details for the ritual. Bruce would have liked more than an hour’s warning, but he’ll take what he can get. Which is also why he doesn’t comment on the gown that’s presented to him; apparently, he looks human enough (and isn’t that an insult in and of itself? He’s wearing the batsuit!) that he’s assumed to be Clark’s… pet? Companion? Slave? Bruce isn’t entirely sure.
Either way their hosts have graciously prepared a dress – a gown – for Bruce to wear. Once again Bruce wants to strangle a Lantern, although this time it’ll be Kyle. Why he felt the need to reach out to the Kroloteans for proper etiquette (and share color schemes) instead of actually joining the League in their mission, Bruce will never know. There’s nothing he can do about it now and he tries not to frown too much as he sheds his own uniform.
Clark has graciously turned his back so Bruce can pretend he’s got any privacy. They’re in a small room; there is no privacy for either of them. If Bruce breathes in hard enough, he can smell Clark’s cologne from here. Or maybe it’s just how he smells. It’s warm and earthy and makes Bruce think of broad fields and sunny afternoons.
He pulls the gown up over his hips and closes the odd broch-like clasps at his shoulders. The red isn’t that bad but combined with the blue sash he feels like he just got branded on his ass: Superman’s property. He can’t dwell on that, they’re already late to their plans but he still pulls at the skirt awkwardly. Is he supposed to pick it up, so he doesn’t step on it? It’s not like it’s the first time he’s been in a dress (Brucie Wayne should be a full-time job), but this is a little different. He’s thankful for the slit running all the way up his thigh if nothing else, because it makes it easier to move around, even though he is showing a lot of leg, even by Brucie standards.
The gown, the silly colors, the possession-stamp basically written on his ass Bruce can live with; he doesn’t care that a bunch of aliens think Clark owns him or is bonded to him, it’s a mission like any other. But. His cowl.
Kyle was very specific. Any sort of alteration in the ceremonial uniform will be taken as an insult. So, the cowl is a no go.
“Wishing you had one of Robin’s domino masks right now?” Clark asks with a soft smile on his face.
He’s nervous, Bruce can tell. He’s trying not to show it and Bruce gets that. It’s not like they do this every day. Punching bad guys and saving Earth? That they know how to do. Pretend to be a bonded pair long enough to figure out where their teammate is being held hostage? Not so much. If only this was a punch first, ask questions later kind of mission they could’ve sent Shayera in here instead.
“I do, actually,” Bruce says because he does. He always carries an extra mask in his utility belt for emergencies. While it doesn’t happen often, breaking a mask isn’t unheard of, especially with his boys. They’re self-sacrificing idiots, which Bruce only knows because – as Alfred puts it – they haven’t learned that from strangers. “But I’m not sure it would go with the outfit.”
“Which looks amazing on you, by the way.” It’s Clark’s attempt at making Bruce smile. It absolutely works.
“I couldn’t let you grab all the attention now, could I?” Bruce fires back and he is suddenly eternally grateful that their communicators are off for the moment. There’s no way he’d survive the rest of the League hearing him flirt with Superman like this. He’s not in Brucie-mode, this is just Bruce flirting with Clark. Which he shouldn’t do. For… some reason or another he can’t really remember when he looks into Clark’s bright eyes.
“There’s no way anyone will look at me with you looking like that,” Clark says with a cheeky grin. “You ready to go dazzle some aliens?”
“Obviously,” Bruce says and shoves his worries to the back of his mind. There’s no one here who can recognize him and Clark – the League – already know who he is. It’s an undercover mission, he’ll be fine. He fells oddly naked though.
Clark holds his arm out and Bruce accepts it. He does end up grabbing a fistful of the gown to make sure it doesn’t get wrapped in his boots. Those, thank God, are his own, but he doesn’t think anyone will notice the black soles as long as he doesn’t do any high kicks.
“When we’re done with this, you should wear your earring again,” Clark says quietly as they walk down the hallway. They’ve already planned their escape and know every way out of the ship in case something goes wrong.
“Why?”
“I think it’d suit you,” he says and he’s staring at Bruce’s ear now.
“I can’t wear it as Batman,” is all Bruce says because… he’s not sure what else to say. Clark’s comment doesn’t feel like their earlier back-and-forth so Bruce can’t exactly say something sleezy back. He also doesn’t feel like ruining Clark’s sweet compliment, so he focuses on what’s safe: Batman. He can’t wear the pearl earring underneath the cowl, and he doesn’t know if it’ll bring up too many bad memories. The way Clark is looking at him makes him think it might be worth a try though.
“You’re not always Batman, B,” Clark says gently.
“No,” Bruce says. “I suppose I’m not.”
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Bruce has no idea how they pulled it off. Of course, something went wrong, it always does on these types of missions. While Bruce was perfectly fine playing the pet (okay, so mostly fine; fine enough that he wasn’t causing a scene), Clark didn’t have the same mindset and kept interrupting when someone spoke over Bruce or asked him insensitive questions. Not part of the plan but they could’ve downplayed it, saved it, if it wasn’t for the fact that they immediately found out where Hal was kept prisoner.
At the damn ceremony. Apparently, it’s Krolotean custom to bring a sacrifice (best kept alive for later slaughter) that their guests can then consume together. While Bruce is indeed angry at Hal, he’s not angry enough to kill him. Okay, so not angry enough to eat him, at least.
He obviously tells Hal this as he’s dragging his semi-conscious body through the halls while Clark blasts his heat vision at the group of angry aliens running after them. Why not take the opportunity when Hal is quiet for once?
They make it back to their own ship with minimal injuries. Luckily Krolotean weapons aren’t made of Kryptonite and Bruce didn’t like the gown’s long skirt anyway. It’s much better suited for someone not running for their life. Fighting might have been an option if they had been able to call for backup, but Krolotean technology has advanced enough to be able to block outside signals (Bruce is once again tempted to strangle Kyle. Or Hal. Or both of them).
As soon as they’re on board the ship takes off and not even Kroloteans are dumb enough to follow the League when they’ve escaped. They may be stupid enough to kidnap a Green Lantern, but even they know what the Justice League can do when all their members are ready. Good thing they don’t know there’s only five of them there.
The flight back to Earth goes by without incidents. Mostly without incidents. Kyle shows up to thank them for their help and of course he chooses to do this before Bruce has had a chance to change out of the ruined gown. There is no shame in a nice dress, but Bruce is not in the mood to be on the end of Kyle’s – and Hal’s, because of course he chooses this exact moment to wake up – comments. It doesn’t help that most of the dress is still on the alien ship because of their escape and Bruce is left in red and blue tatters.
There is no murder though and no strangling.
Clark is a traitor who got in the way, but Bruce can see why he did it. It wouldn’t do to murder the guy they just saved. He’ll have to wait a few months before accidentally pushing Hal off a cliff without his ring on.
It’s a healthy (or unhealthy, depending on who you ask) mix of too little sleep, too much adrenaline and more annoyance than being locked in a room with four children asking endless questions that has Bruce falls asleep on the flight home. Not before he’s changed back into his suit though. He feels instantly better when he feels the tightness of the cowl around his face.
He does keep the blue sash though. It’s soft and pretty and carries no trace of tracking devices. It’s not like he’s going to wear it. He’ll keep it in the cave, nobody has to know. He does this with a lot of seemingly silly things. It’s his way of keeping memories, of keeping track of missions.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the way Clark’s eyes lit up seeing Bruce in his colors, wearing them like a brand. And just because his heart beats a little faster at the thought of maybe wearing it as a scarf in the winter to see Clark’s reaction, it doesn’t mean that he’s obsessed, thank you very much.
Bruce somehow manages to pick the seat next to Clark and if his head lulls to the side Clark is sitting at when he falls asleep, who is he to blame? It’s not his fault he’s only comfortable enough with Clark to relax enough to sleep.
Neither of them comments on it when they’re back at the Watchtower.
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It's a few days later when Clark arrives at the cave. It’s not like he needs an invitation and he’s finally started actually showing up without dragging seven emergencies with him, which Bruce appreciates. He likes calm Sundays. Or at least as calm as they can be when he’s got patrol in less than six hours.
He’s been thinking a lot about Clark the past few days – more than usual anyhow. Bruce even went so far that he started searching through his old things for his mother’s pearl. Of course, it’s in the last place he looks, and he should’ve remembered how 18-year-old Bruce liked to keep his things close. Good thing Bruce hasn’t cleared out his nightstand in years.
It’s taken him a few days to bring the small box to the cave. Even after finding it he found is difficult to move it. There are a lot of memories connected to that one, small piece of jewelry and Bruce isn’t certain he’s ready to face it.
And then Clark stops by.
Clark’s always been better at the emotional stuff; not just with his own but with Bruce’s too. It’s why it’s so easy to open up to him. Okay, easy might be a little too simplified, but now that they’re friends it’s easy. It’s natural and feels good to share things with Clark.
It doesn’t mean Bruce isn’t hesitant to show Clark to the box. It’s his mother’s pearl, after all. Clark reacts better than Bruce could have imagined. Then again, he isn’t really sure what he should imagine.
Clark just smiles at him and holds the box very carefully in his large hands. He turns it over as if he doesn’t have perfect vision and instead needs to examine it like any other human. Bruce assumes he’s just putting on a show to make Bruce comfortable. He’s slightly annoyed that it’s working.
“It’s gorgeous, Bruce,” Clark says and he’s so genuine that Bruce feels a knot in his throat. “I’m glad you got to keep this with you.” He doesn’t comment on how sad it is that it’s all Bruce has left, the last little piece of his mother, because they both know that already. Instead, Clark tries to see the beauty in the pearl, the sentiment and love Bruce carries for his mom in keeping that silly little earring with him all these years.
“May I?” Clark asks as he gestures at the box.
It takes Bruce a second longer than he’d like to figure out what Clark wants to do, but as soon as he does, he feels peace settle in his stomach.
“Sure,” he says.
Because this isn’t only for Bruce’s benefit. This is for Clark as well. Bruce sees the way Clark eyes the small device in his ear, the way he frowned at how red Bruce’s skin was when he’d pierced it. This is something Clark can do to make it better, even though Bruce doesn’t need him to fix anything. Clark always does what Bruce needs – even when he doesn’t know he needs it – and that’s why he agrees instantly.
Clark’s hands are gentle, just as gentle as they were on the spaceship. He carefully takes out the listening device, laying it on the desk and picking up the pearl. Bruce hasn’t let anyone else touch it – not even Alfred – since he took it out all those years ago, but it feels natural to let Clark handle it.
He pushes the earring through Bruce’s earlobe and because he is who he is, Clark also makes the extra effort and breathes cold air on it afterwards. It is way too soon to change such a new piercing, but Bruce has never been known for his patience. And it’s not like he’s going to wear the spyware until it’s appropriate to change it. The cool air feels heavenly on his skin.
“There,” Clark says with the enthusiasm of a guy who just finished three weeks’ worth of work in a single day. That’s probably what it feels like to work successfully with Bruce most days.
Bruce reaches up to touch the pearl gently. It feels warm underneath his fingertips despite Clark’s efforts. He doesn’t mind; he can pretend the heat on his face is from the throbbing in his ear and not the thundering of his heart. Clark is standing very close.
“Beautiful,” Clark says softly, but when Bruce looks at his face, he’s not looking at the earring. He’s staring into Bruce’s eyes.
When he leans forward Bruce’s body is faster than his brain; he leans in to meet Clark in the middle. There’s no way he’s standing passively by while Clark kisses him. He’s been waiting years for this. It’s a lot easier to admit to himself now that Clark is pulling him closer.
His hands are still strong, still the hands of Superman, a being strong enough to crush Bruce in a single breath, but they’re also gentle, oh so gentle, like Clark always is when he handles Bruce. The same way he cradles Bruce’s jaw, he’s now pulling Bruce’s waist towards him. The hand on his back flattens and smooths down to his lower back, resting perfectly there, like Clark’s been waiting for this moment too.
When their lips meet there aren’t any fireworks going off, but it does feel like Bruce’s blood sings. It feels so right and warm and perfect that he can’t help but wrap his arms around Clark’s body to pull him even tighter.
Clark’s strong back flexes as he slides his hand down Bruce’s back to join the other at the small of his back. Bruce feels him intertwine his fingers and then he’s pulling upwards until Bruce has no choice but to lift his legs off the ground.
Their mouths never separate, even as Clark turns and pushes everything off the desk to be able to put Bruce down on it. Bruce might complain about that later but for now he’s busy trying to see if he can suck Clark’s soul out through his tongue.
Needless to say, the pearl earring is staying in.
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kingkonoha · 10 days
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TAY THAT CHAPTER HAD ME CLUTCHING MY PEARLS I WAS CRYING THIS ISNT OKAY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
istg I always knew Armin would be the one true love and i will never forgive you for killing him off. HE AND Y/N COULD’VE BEEN HAPPY. THEY WERE GOING TO GO AND MAKE A NEW LIFE AND RAISE THE BABY TOGETHER AND HAVE THEIR OWN LITTLE FAMILY AND BE HAPPY TAY WHY
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LISTEN . I’M SORRY OKAY 😔 IF IT HELPS, I MISS WRITING FOR HIM 😀? HE WAS BBY HE DESERVED BETTER
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF
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multifanderwrites · 2 months
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| Previous Scene- Informing Yoda and Windu |
{Naboo, Lake House}
(Anakin- wearing no shirt- mumbles in his sleep. It’s very obvious what he’s dreaming about…) *sleepily* “Mom… no!” (He opens his eyes after a few seconds, feeling terrified of what he saw. For only a second, it’s quiet. And then, the sound of Katniss screaming in her room jolts Anakin to his feet. Instinctively, he grabs his lightsaber and runs to her room. When he sees her in her bed sitting upright, the fear only grows within him) “Are you alright?”
(Katniss gasps, sees Anakin. She relaxes, sighs) “Yeah, it was just a bad dream. I’m sorry.” (She sees that Anakin is shirtless. While she has to admit it’s attractive, she’s still pretty uncomfortable) “Um-“
(He looks down at his chest, realizing that he’s making this awkward for her) “Sorry.” (He quickly pulls on a tunic) *🥺* “Is that better?”
(She nods) *trembling* “Yeah.”
(Anakin can sense that there’s a risk of leaving her in the dark alone, feels that she’s safer with him) *ultra soft* “Meditate with me… outside?”
(The request is like an honor to her) “I’m not a Jedi. I-“
“You don’t have to be a Jedi to meditate, Katniss. It usually calms me down.” (Soft, gentle beat) “Please?” (The look on his face is so desperate that Katniss feels like she has no choice. When Anakin sees her pulling her leather jacket on, he feels extremely relieved) “Thank you.”
(She nods)
{Outside}
(Katniss stands next to Anakin. They both have their eyes closed. Anakin has had a lot of practice with meditation, so he’s able to let his mind drift easily. Katniss, of course, has no experience in meditation. The only things that are in her mind right now are the thoughts of Peeta suffering, of Johanna trying desperately to avoid large bodies of water at all costs… of Primrose. She tries not to let them go into Anakin’s mind, trying to spare him from the pain she’s feeling. Then, she hears him speak) “Don’t go.”
(Her eyes open, and she looks over her shoulder to see Padmè. The senator is immediately apologetic) “I don’t wanna disturb either of you.”
*soft bby* “Your presence is soothing.”
(Katniss wraps her arms around herself, tries to imagine the warmth of Peeta’s chest. Padmè honors Katniss’s wishes to keep his suffering a secret from Anakin even though he’s eventually going to find out) “Ani, you had another nightmare last night.”
(His jaw clenches as he says…) “Jedi don’t have nightmares. If anyone had a nightmare last night, I’d say it was Katniss.”
*bruh* “Maybe. But I heard you first.”
(Anakin’s eyes open. He looks at Katniss, puts his hand on her shoulder. He looks into her eyes, begging her for forgiveness for trying to blame her for waking Padmè in the middle of the night. Katniss says nothing, but offers a nod. Anakin sighs shakily) “I saw my mother.” (He turns around, looks at the senator) “She’s suffering, Padmè. I saw her as clearly as I see you now.” (He walks away, feeling awful for the decision he’s making. He sighs shakily again) “She’s in pain.” (He turns again) “I know I’m disobeying my mandate to protect you, Senator. But I have to go.” (He walks back over, trying his hardest to not cry) “I have to help her.”
“I’ll go with you.”
(The expression on his face… I’ll let the gif- the one that’s not mine- do all the work)
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“I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice.”
(Padmè nods) “That’s why I’m going with you.” (Gentle beat) “I’ll go get my things.”
(She goes inside. Anakin turns to Katniss) “You had another flashback in your sleep, didn’t you?” (She nods. Anakin’s face instantly softens) “Katniss, what can I do? How can I help you?” (She says nothing, buries her face in his chest. This shocks him, but he finds himself putting his arms around her and holding her close. It’s purely out of the need to comfort this woman, who clearly misses home… much like him. When he feels her body racking, he pulls back) “I know how much you miss Peeta.” (As he wipes her tears) “I’m sure he misses you too, Katniss. But I’m glad he’s safe… unlike my mother.”
(Katniss considers telling him the truth… but she decides against it) “Yeah.”
(Out of brotherly love, Anakin kisses her forehead) “You’ll help me, won’t you?”
“Get her back? Yes, of course.”
| Next Scene- The Fight On Kamino |
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bowandcurtsey · 2 years
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Hey I have request if you don’t mind lol it’s from the black clover universe and I was wondering if you can do a Nozel X Little sister y/n (No incest just like fluff bc that sounds so wrong😭) but Noelle and y/n is twins and ofc the 3 big Silva siblings treated them wrong because of their mother‘s stuff etc but They apologize to them and they said I respect in them and treated them like real siblings but y/n couldn’t forgive them Noelle already forgave them. Anytime that they will come around y/n she would give them the cold shoulder and Basically started treating them how she was treated all her life but one day there was a massive fight in the clover kingdom and Nozel was too busy protecting others that the opponent set a powerful attack towards him until YN stepped in and shield him from the attack with her body and in the process got badly injured and Nozel froze for a minute and saw her bleeding out and just went off on the opponent after the battle was over and they won Nozel quickly took her to the hospital and where she was treated but she fell into a coma right after she got out of surgery and the doctors don’t know when she’s gonna wake up. How would they react/feel and do they regret anything
Angst to whatever you feel like going with at the end
Btw i’m a really big fan I’ve been reading your hc/fanfics for a hot minute now not to sound like a creep or anything but you’re writing gives me comfort and peace and mind love you and you’re work and sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the request
Hello lovely bby, was wondering how do I pronounce your name? Oznh? Or is it an abbreviation to something? Lemme know!
Also I'm sorry that this request took so long, I'm finally here now (o・ω・o) Also, so long requests like this, I'll start from somewhere that you left off, because what you've written is pretty good enough for readers to understand, I think. :3
Thank you for loving my work (*/ω\) you did just fine bby, you don't sound like a creep and it didn't make me uncomfortable at all!
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Nozel Silva x F! reader Synopsis: reader is Noelle's twin TW: angst, maybe? Unchecked works
It was a split second decision, you didn't have much time to think it through; you brother was going to die from that oncoming lazer beam.
Maybe it was your heart getting soft from the apologies that he said, or the things he did to show you that he wanted to start things afresh, or because Dorothy nee-san showed you and Noelle the truth, or maybe because your twin had forgiven your siblings so it was like a twin thing to somehow feel the same.
Or maybe, just maybe, you never really hated your brother from the start. Somewhere deep down that cold heart of yours, behind those walls that you've built so high up, you actually longed to have a happy family with your siblings after Mama Acier passed on.
But you didn't want your brother to die. Not when you haven't had the time to spend with him yet. That was the only thought you had when you threw yourself right in front of the lazer beam and flew a few miles away.
You body was in pain but your heart felt like it was set free. It was lighter and happier like all the burdens were lifted. The last image you had was of your brother holding you in his arms, calling for your name, begging for you to stay with him.
You never felt that close to brother Nozel in your life, and it felt heartwarming and comforting to be in his arms. You slowly closed your eyes, knowing that you'll be safe and sound.
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The scene of you throwing yourself in front of the lazer beam repeated like a broken record in Nozel's mind. Why did you do that? The image of you, lying lifeless in a pool of blood flashed constantly in front of his eyes.
Nozel could barely stand. His legs felt like they would buckle at any moment, the fear in him eating him from inside, slowly and steadily as his worst nightmare was just about to happen; he was going to lose someone he love again. Mama Acier told him to protect all of them and yet, he didn't keep his promise.
He looked at his shaking hands with a crestfallen face. He prayed for everything to stop, willed for himself to be strong for the rest of the siblings, and yet when Noelle came to him quietly asking, "Nozel oni-sama, is y/n okay?" He retreated a few steps back to steady himself on the wall behind him.
He didn't know. He had no answer to that simple question. He wished he could say that you'll be alright.. He hoped that you'll be.
The doctors came out with somber expression, saying that you'll be in a coma until god knows when. The 4 Silva siblings were in silence. It was as though their voices were lost together when the doctors' left. Nozel went into your room first, unable to believe what the doctors said until he saw with his own eyes.
A gasp left Nebra's mouth when they came in after their brother. You were wrapped in bandages, tubes attached to you from multiple places, some of your skin were covered in purple bruises. Noelle started to cry seeing her twin in this state.
Nozel's eyes locked onto you for a long time, his eyes narrowed and his pupils shook. His fist clenched into a tight ball as he tried his best to suppress the welling pain in his chest. The broken bones in his body right now could not compare to the ache in his heart.
Memories of you when you were younger raced in his mind, how he held you gently in his arms when you were just a baby, how he swore to always protect you. He swore again right then and there, to be there for you from now onwards, to pamper you like you and Noelle deserved. If only....
Sorry. The words couldn't come out from his throat, but it repeated again and again as he reached out to your hand and held it, the pitter patter of tears falling on your delicate skin.
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tiredmamaissy · 11 months
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Issy bby. So remember that whole rant about my boyfriend and “bsf.” OK SO basically yesterday I came back to the window/glass on my door fixed. Mind u I live in an apartment complex and I thought they just fixed it without charging me. So I was lowkey skeptical about going in thinking someone was gonna kidnap me or something. So the door was unlocked and I see FLOWERS AND M&MS and basically all my favorite foods. And it was a note saying go to the room andddd(I think u can imagine what happened from there) I’m talkin’ toys splayed out on the bed, candles on, and clothes are off😂 and dw he knows where the key is outside my door.
ANYWAYS- I was thinking about maybe something like this happening with Neteyam or Lo’ak? Maybe things were said, stuff was broken, so he gets you your favorite fruit a necklace and maybe some other things to make up for it. Then you forgive him and he goes FARTHER to show you how much he’s sorry😫maybe even some sub Neteyam/Lo’ak 👀
And before anyone says, my boyfriend is VERY AWARE of my ever so changing hyperfixation
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Oh my god?? 😭😭😭😭😭 he fully went all out 👁👁 that would be a good fic idea no lie ✍️ ✍️✍️✍️
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abucketofweird · 8 months
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Heartstopper Live Reaction: Ep. 6 Truth/Dare
- When do u graduate??? Damn that must hurt
- Oh shit the girls comments
- Not where’s Waldo as a little activity (isn’t it something else in different places?)
- Ohhhh I love the friendship talks
- ISSACS ARO COLORS SHIRTTTT
- THEY DEF MEANT THAT
- again the couples together then Issac is hard
- I’ve felt that before and it SUCKSSS
- AHHH THE CONFESSION
- I’m glad they had someone who didn’t know until adulthood
- It’s realistic for so many people
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA
- I’m so glad Imogen is integrated into their group
- Issac just coming in and out of frame with more books is an amazing joke my god
- All the montages are adorable
- REPRESENTATION MAKING NICK COMFORTABLE WITH PDA
- Also all the rainbows lol
- ISSAC BOUGHT LOVELESSS OMFG I CANT
- Also the amount of books is adorable
- That’s like $800 or more in books practically
- Wow that’s a massive party
- Now they are kissing all over lol
- Oh Issac I’m so sorry I feel left out
- It sucks to feel like u don’t have anyone
- Especially since everyone is just kissing all over
- WAS BEN INVITED TF?!??!
- Oh Issac bby
- James saying the crush thing reminds me of the scene where Nick and Charlie first kissed
- Ohhhhh Issac
- I don’t want a romance for him but at least he seems ace
- THE TEAR
- NO HOMOPHOBIA HERE HARRY
- I’m glad Harry is growing
- It’s important for people to be able to grow
- BUT YESS HE HURT U YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY ALLOWED TO NOT FORGIVE HIM
- Tao that crawl was terrifying
- WTF WHO US THAT PERSON
- damn I knew this would be an issue
- His friends sticking up for him is so great
- AWWWWWWWWWWWW
- Not the “I called it”
- NICK IS SO GREAT HES DOING SO GOOD GLAD EVERYONE REACTED WELL
- Interesting that they ran her down the hall when a bathroom was right there
- They must know that alch makes u sick why did they grab the teachers
- OH SHIT I CANT WATCH THIS
- everyone in school will def know sorry Nick
- OMG HE JUST WANTS TO SHARE IT
- Oh the boys def planned to let Nick and Charlie be alone
- YESSSS CONSENT
- I’m so glad they are showing the sex discussions on screen
- CONSENT IS KEY AND THEY ARE SO GREAT FOR SHOWING THISSS
- God Issac is my baby and I love him and want him to be happy
- AHHHH ILY DARCY IS SO GOOD
- oooooohh teachers getting wild
- AGHHHHHHHHH
- everything is so freaking cute
- Charlie is the big spoon confirmed
- THE HEART ON INSTA HOLY SHITTTTT
- I don’t want them to leave their Paris bubble the angst is coming
This episode could also be considered my favorite!!! The Issac content really grew and the little nods towards his aroace identity are ramped up!! The idea that someone can grow up and change but you can still not forgive them for their actions is so important!!! There was so much adorableness in this ep for Charlie and Nick, Tara and Darcy (at the end anyways), and Elle and Tao!!!
100/10
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