#and thought that fire-types were weak against them

[sovasleepy]

hot and cold

[gekko x gn!reader] - you're an agent with such a seemingly cold exterior - both physical and metaphorical - but being gekko’s saving grace might change some minds about you.

warnings: the agents kinda make assumptions about the reader, a little hurt/comfort if you squint real hard. brief mentions of injuries, unconsciousness, very minor swearing

notes: tbh a “reyna being a motherly figure to gekko” vibe popped out a little too hard but i digress. requested by anon, i hope you enjoy!

kingdom's agents were well trained.

from the freezing temperatures of russia, to the most humid days on bermudian islands, the agents were resilient to all types of weather. today wasn't supposed to be particularly challenging in that aspect. a routine mission in some section of los angeles didn't sound particularly hot.

in fact, it had been the least of your worries about two hours ago.

you respected all of the agents on the protocol, especially considering the facts that not only were you newest addition, but some of the agents on this particular trip were among the first.

reyna, omen, cypher, and gekko stood next to you as the jet approached the site you were landing at. it felt almost childish to you that you were more nervous to be around your own coworkers than you were thinking about the fact that you could be lying dead any minute now.

they hadn’t ever directly been mean to you.

omen, bless him, was never any good at showing too much concern so you didn’t mind the cold shoulder you often felt from him.

cypher had his own secretive issues, and so did reyna.

that said, you never quite found your place amongst the agents. granted, you hadn’t been here too long, but the creeping and perpetual sense of being unwanted bothered you. to add to this, your abilities directly harmed the abilities of other agents. thus, your training sessions were always against your coworkers, which didn't always seem to sit well.

speaking technically, your ability did revolve around the manipulation of heat just like phoenix's did... only, you controlled the absence of it. the reaction of his abilities made fire, and yours made ice. this meant that you and phoenix either paired a little too well.

or not at all, depending on how one wants to look at it.

and then there were the other agents. kay/o's body produced a little heat, but ultimately couldn't produce enough to shake the ice. the same for killjoy's bots, cypher's tech, chamber's utility, sova's bow, even harbor's water.

and so you began keeping to yourself.

except for on missions, when communication was key. only your communications were down, and had been for some time.

the only people you could find were dead. slouched, bloodied bodies against buildings or in doorways seemed to mock you. luckily, none of them had been the faces of those on the mission with you.

that was until you heard a weak warbling. you called back to whatever created had made the noise, and was met with another weaker sound. still, you followed the creatures direction. after a few moments of sifting through debris, you were met with the dusty and bloody face of gekko.

dizzy sat curled up in his lap. his arm was limp, but bent as if he had been holding her close. for a brief moment, you thought he was dead. however, his chest rose and fell and slow, scarily shallow breaths. he was alive at least. the next thing on your agenda was to find the source of his unconsciousness, and hopefully stop it.

you knelt down to his level. he was slouched against the wall, head lolled to his left. there were splotches of dried blood on him, just the occasional mark on his clothing or his skin, but it didn't appear to be his.

his outer thigh had a darker patch of blood, thicker and definitely coming from him. however, the wound didn’t seem like it would be severe enough to have led to his current state. something else was wrong.

you continued to inspect him. his skin was pale, but cold and sweaty. this had to be the cause, right? but there was something deeper than that, those were simply more symptoms. you looked around and observed where gekko was. the trail in the dirt around him wasn’t footsteps, but was instead the markings of gekko half-dragging himself to where he was sat.

but yet he wasn’t in any danger at the time. the only pair of footsteps that had been close to him belonged to an already-dead enemy. so he dragged himself there for what? the shade that surrounding buildings and debris provided?

of course.

your alignment with the cold also gave you the benefit of not feeling the heat so harshly. it was the middle of a californian summer afternoon, of course it was hot.

heat exhaustion. that’s what was wrong with him.

you allowed yourself to feel the cool of chilled air surround your arms. you passed a hand over dizzy and wingman, who made weak noises of thanks. as much as you would like to help them, gekko needed you more right now.

you sat down beside him and pulled him onto your lap, his head on your stomach and him situated half on and half between your legs. you didn't want to turn him too cold too quickly, worried that the rapid change might cause him more harm. to the best of your ability, you slowly chilled your own body and the air around you.

one hand was placed on his forehead and the other arm hung over chest in an attempt to disperse the cool. dizzy, apparently feeling better, wormed her way up under his feet. elevating his legs was supposed to help too, right? maybe she knew that.

faintly, you heard a noise come from gekko’s earpiece.

“mateo? answer me, mateo. are you okay?”

the voice belonged to reyna. you hadn’t enteracted with her as much as you would’ve liked, but you respected her nonetheless.

you took your hand away from his forehead. after unbinding your own broken earpiece and tossing it, you leaned down to get closer to his. pressing the small button on the side, you spoke into it.

“hello? this is y/n. gekko is with me. i think he’s going to be fine, but he’s unconscious, and i really don’t know what i’m doing.”

“y/n?” the voice belonged to cypher this time. “how about you? are you alright? your communications and vital signs went down. we thought we lost you.”

“i’m… okay, i think? a few bumps and bruises, but nothing too bad apart from the earpiece i’ll be paying for.”

“good.” reyna spoke again. “omen is here, too. we have mateo’s location and we’re on our way. a medic is with us. just keep him alive until then.”

“got it.”

rushed as it may be, the concern they showed you warmed your heart. but everything felt like it was going to be okay. help was on its way, everyone was alive, and the mission was successful.

“just me and you guys,” you spoke, looking down at wingman and dizzy, who looked equally worried.

true to their word, the jet landed close to you roughly three minutes later. reyna was the first one to step foot off the aircraft, and the next thirty minutes went by in a blur. when your brain finally settled from its adrenaline high, you plopped down in a chair next to gekko’s bed in the makeshift-infirmary of the jet. reyna stood at the end of the bed. her arms were crossed and she wore her usual stern and hard-to-read face.

“the doctor said he was be alright, y’know.” she spoke after what felt like twenty minutes of comfortable silence.

you looked up from where you had been spaced out, staring at gekko. wingman was on the floor at your feet and you were absently letting him play with your fingers. however, he stopped to look up at reyna too.

“i hope so. i was… scared. honestly, i was beginning to think you guys would have left me. not that i would blame you. everything was down, you had every right to assume i was dead.”

“never.” she spoke. there was a chilling certainty in her voice. “you are an asset.”

“i suppose.” you paused for a beat, debating whether or not to finish your sentence. “i adore you guys. all of you. i think i just have a hard time finding my value to you all.”

you were met with silence. it festered, feeding the anxiety already unfurling within your chest. finally, reyna spoke again.

“admittedly, it’s hard to join the protocol and feel like you fit in. mateo felt the same way when he first joined, too, but the feeling goes away eventually. he wanted to speak to you, y’know?”

“he did?”

“all the time. he has this… fantastical way about him when he speaks about you. like he has all these… emotions or something built up, and instead of talking to you he’s trying to fit them all into two sentences while i’m still drinking my damn coffee.”

you couldn’t help but smile. you were always so nervous to talk to him, yet you never took the time to consider the fact that maybe he was nervous to talk to you too.

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, angst / word count: 4.1k

content/warnings: i love you i want us both to eat well T_T sigh. oc has abandonment issues pls protect at all costs + oc is worried bc jk is working so hard :( + a worm (???) cameo. ily protective and hopeless romantic iw!jk <3 the ending 🥲💔 this drabble literally goes 📈📉

> in which masterlist!

note: *insert my melody mugshot scene* me if planting puzzle pieces in my drabbles + making oc cry (IM SORRY) were a crime. this was sm fun writing <3 i cried and laughed they’re so precious </3

—

“jungkook, baby?”

your silky voice fills the quiet apartment as you pad across the floor. you’re carrying your heeled mary janes by its straps, leaving you only in your white socks.

“babe?”

you frown as the seconds pass and you receive no response from your lover. there’s no music playing, no rustling somewhere in the kitchen or the living room. the lights are dim like they usually are, but the vivid colors are absent.

him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.

and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.

but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.

you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.

the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.

he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?

agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.

maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.

whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.

in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.

you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.

jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.

clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.

but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.

your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.

not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.

the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.

—

jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.

when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.

night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.

“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.

the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.

“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.

his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.

“are you crying?!”

your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.

“baby!”

he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”

“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”

this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles’ heel.

“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”

his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.

you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.

“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”

from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.

“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”

now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.

but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.

“shit, you’re scaring me.” he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.

he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.

“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?”

“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.

he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”

fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.

“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.

“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”

“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”

you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.

“____!”

and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

“are you sure?”

he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.

“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.

“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.

“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”

“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”

“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”

he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.

“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.

he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.

and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”

if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.

however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.

“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”

jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.

may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.

“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”

he winces guiltily.

“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”

“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.

he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.

“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.

—

“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.

“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.

you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.

of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.

“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.

“rice,” he demands as he chews.

you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.

“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.

witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.

“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.

“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.

“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”

but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.

“i just told you to eat first!”

you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”

he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.

“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”

he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.

—

you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.

with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.

and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.

and it was cold. it was always cold.

“what do you mean ‘it exploded’?”

“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”

“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”

“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”

“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”

your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.

a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.

your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.

oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.

“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.

the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.

“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.

the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.

he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.

“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”

you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.

you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.

“are you spiderman?”

he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”

you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”

he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”

“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“

“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”

your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.

“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”

you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.

“uh?! i’m serious over here!”

this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.

“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”

he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.

“i’ll go with you,”

“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”

“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.

“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”

“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”

that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.

“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”

“this is very normal,” he argues.

the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.

“some would even say romantic.”

a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.

you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.

you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.

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[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: Dexter Soy

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. You have been asked by Bruce if you are working with the very people he fights against.

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, mentions injuries, sexual language

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 11: Honesty

“How many villains have you helped in the past? And are you helping them now?”

Everything for me stopped at that moment. Having Bruce’s eyes on me, a certain type of panic filled my chest. I had to mentally remind myself that he was not my father and he was not going to hurt me. That didn’t stop my pulse from racing. It didn’t stop my mouth becoming dry. It didn’t stop the fear that ripped into me so brutally that my hands shook. I picked at the skin around my nails, the stinging pain made me focus. 

I could play dumb, but there was no way Bruce fucking Wayne wouldn’t see right through that. I could deny the accusations and demand to know why he would think that. I could quit and save myself the trouble. 

Or I could do the scariest thing of all… tell the truth. 

Gotham City: 14 Years Ago

I looked across the table at a man who didn’t feel human. He felt closer to a demon, a devil, a monster. He felt truly vile. His eyes were dark, empty, and joyless. He had a smile carved into his face, but I knew it would never meet his eyes. It took everything in me to remain neutral and heal him. 

He had several cuts along his arms, but they were in various positions, various angles, and various lengths. They were random. 

The creature must have noticed me staring, “Little girl, ask me how I got these cuts!” His voice was shrill, and he cackled when he noticed I flinched. When I didn’t say anything he laughed harder. His hand snaked out faster than I could pull away. He gripped the nape of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. His skin felt loose and cold. It felt undeniably wrong. His dead eyes stared into mine. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, or blink, or move, or scream. I couldn’t do anything. I was at his mercy, and I knew he had so little of it. 

“I said ask me!” He screamed at me and pressed his forehead harder into mine. 

“H-How d-did you g-get those c-cuts, sir?” I asked, unable to keep my voice from trembling. 

The creature released me. I had to fight the urge to turn around and run away. How could my father leave me alone with this man? He had to know I wasn’t safe. I knew he didn’t care about me, but I thought he would want to at least keep his golden goose alive. 

“The Bat gave me these cuts! He and I, we have a repertoire you see. We enjoy playing cat and mouse. And you see little girl, we like to play rough. It was my turn to be a mouse! Gotta keep the relationship fresh! Would you like to be the mouse or the cat?” 

The question felt like a trap. If I answered mouse he would treat me like prey. If I answered cat he would demand I perform violence to prove myself as a predator. The longer I took thinking about it, the more impatient and angry he got. 

“Neither,” I answered honestly. I willed my tired body to heal him faster. 

“Ah ah,” he tsked, reprimanding me, “that is not part of the game. Pick one.”

I have played mouse my whole life. I was sick of being weak. I was sick of being used. 

“I’d want to be a fucking dragon. Not a cat. Not a mouse. I want to breathe fire so I can tell men like you to fuck off and leave me alone. I want men like you to be scared of me,” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. 

The Joker tilted his head like he was seeing me for the first time. He smiled at me and began laughing so hard he wheezed. 

“You have a lot of work to do then, little mouse.”

With that, the clown got up and left. The second he was out of the room it felt like I could breathe again. I swallowed hard. 

Tonight was the night. I couldn’t do it anymore. Despite everything the Joker was the one to finally spur me into action.

I ran to my room and lifted up my loose floorboard. I grabbed the cash I had stolen from the safe. I grabbed my go bag. And I ran. 

Gotham City: Present Day

I told Bruce everything. I told him every minute detail. I told him about my mom, my dad, and everything that happened in my life. 

“So, to answer your questions: I don’t know how many there have been, but it has been a lot. And no, I vowed the day that I ran away that I wouldn’t heal another villain again. And that I would never be– I will never be a pawn for someone else.” I would never be a mouse again.

Bruce stood quickly and moved around his desk. He stood before me large and brooding, and then he knelt. 

“I am so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve what has happened to you,” his dark voice became surprisingly soft. “And I am sorry for doubting you.”

I felt my eyes start to burn, and I roughly blinked to rid myself of the potential tears. 

“Does this mean I still have a job here?” I laughed weakly. 

“Yes. I value honesty and loyalty above all else.”

I nodded and rose on shaky legs. I left the room without another word. 

I took the elevator down to the Batcave. My nerves felt frayed and split open after reliving my past with Bruce. I needed a distraction. I needed to hit something. 

The elevator doors split open and revealed that I was not the only one who wanted to get a workout in. Dick and Jason stood in the middle of the training mat. Both were shirtless and sweating as they swung fists at each other. For a moment, all I could do was watch like a wide-eyed pervert. 

Jason’s body was riddled with a myriad of scars. I saw evidence of burns, lacerations, gunshots, and of course… the autopsy scar. Dick also had his fair share of scars but it was about ¼ the amount that Jason had. 

Dick had the body of a gymnast. His muscles were lean and lithe. He was built for fluidity and speed just as much as strength. 

Jason was built like a fucking brick house. His shoulders were impossibly broad, and every inch he was covered in thick roped muscle. His physique looked like he had been carved from marble. He was unforgivingly hard and defined. I couldn’t help myself as I stared longer. Despite his size, he kept up with Grayson. For every punch or kick Dick threw at him Jason ducked or blocked accordingly. When he moved to hit back he put his whole body behind the punch. I could see it in the way his thick thighs and hips rotated.  

Jason landed a particularly hard hit on Dick’s shoulder. Dick winced and held up a hand. 

“First: owe that hurt, jackass. Second: I want a break,” Dick said in a sassy tone that made me snort. 

Instantly, both of the men swiveled their heads toward me. I tried pretending like I wasn’t watching them, but something in the gleam of their eyes told me they knew it… and maybe liked it.

Jason smiled at me so brightly that it made my heart clench. 

“Hey, you. Where did you go?” He asked. 

I approached both the boys, “I had to have a meeting with my boss.”

Dick winced, Jason straightened up. “What did the old bastard want?” Jason asked. 

“Information, as per usual,” I replied. It was hard to focus. Jason was dripping in sweat. A bead had run from his forehead, down his face, and ran over his Adam’s apple. I had to force my eyes back up, so I wouldn’t watch it trail lower. 

Jason smirked at me and took a step forward, “Are you ogling me, Y/L/N?”

I could feel my cheeks heat, “Not at all, Todd. I’m just taking in the physical condition of one of my clients.”

Jason laughed, and leaned forward, “Such a good little nurse, aren’t we?”

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t worry I assessed Grayson just as thoroughly.”

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly, “Oh, I doubt that–”

“Okay well, I feel like an awkward third wheel. I’ll leave you guys to it,” Dick said, as he practically ran into the elevator. Before I could rebut his claim the doors were already shut. 

I returned my focus back to Jason and I saw his eyes trail the burn on my cheek and the bruises on my throat. His demeanor completely changed. He became ramrod straight. Every muscle in his body was tense. Even a muscle in his jaw tightened. 

He ran a finger parallel to the burn, “How are you feeling?”

Like I got my ass kicked, “Fine.”

“Be honest,” he practically growled out. 

“Sore,” that was an understatement but I didn’t feel like voicing my pain. Every time I did that with my father he would just tell me to suck it up and stop being a complainer. 

“You’re more than sore. I know you are.”

I shrugged and that seemed to anger him more. I ignored it and redirected the topic. 

“Spar with me?” It was more of a demand than a question.

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[caineinthecorner]

Hi. I binged like 80 chats in a row and I have opinions(tm) about physical strength and general power stuff of the brothers. Mostly just strength related things, but I tried to cover most of their battle stuff.

Yes I know, yes I know, "they're ranked as siblings by power blabla", but that's LAME. So here are my personal takes mostly for fun. Canon is dead and I ate it.

Also I finished the dividers and general aesthetics of this blog woo

★ Lucifer.

Generally the strongest, period, can and WILL kill almost anyone without much issue or even second thought

Physical strength, however? He’s not the best, as he doesn’t rely on it at all for battle / conflict

He didn't need it in heaven, after all

(Beel was his brawns and he was already a powerful angel so it never was a requirement)

I don't see him actively working out (anymore, at least), so most of his strength is merely his baseline

His main tactic conflict wise is intimidation.

Cough giving MC death threats cough

Very prideful of himself in battle, obviously

Rarely would ever use any sort of dirty tricks

Would probably prefer to go down the "honorable way"

Target his brothers though and he WILL play every trick in the book with little regard to his pride or his own life

This fuck looks like he knows swordsmanship and is probably the only of the brothers who does so

(except maybe Satan who is learning just to copy / be better than him)

Either that or he knows fancy sword dances for angel rituals he cannot partake in anymore (and doesn't do them anymore)

Diavolo has photos of him doing said dances but his lips are triple sealed since it is a heavily touchy subject

★ Mammon.

Canonically this man is physically weak (or at least has a weak complexion / scrawny arms)

Probably the most disappointing in terms of strength because he is literally the second born

His saving grace is his unholy speed and dirty tricks, using it to cover his weaknesses / lack of physical strength.

A LOT of dirty tricks and bs magic stuff. So so many. Never ends

He’s the living embodiment of the “random bullshit go!!!” meme

You know Looney tunes? Yeah this man has the Bugs bunny's levels of bullshit

But he has the best stamina out of his brothers (so he can run away from his debts)

Doesn't train because he's already perfect as it is (<- that's his ego talking he can barely pick up the weights at Beel's gym)

Honor is for the dead type of person. Nothing is out of the table in battle

(^ that makes him terrifying to fight against btw)

He either tries to intimidate (imitating Lucifer) or sweet-talk his way out of conflict

It usually just pisses off his adversary more which actually leads to the fights starting, but hey, he tried 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

★ Leviathan.

Physical strength is shit.

he will get his shit kicked if he tries to brawl with almost anyone

Except maybe the lowest hanging fruit (humans)

Magical or general strength is decent, but he's definitely not the greatest in battle out of the brothers

^ he's kinda insecure about this and he wishes he were stronger (he sulks about it)

Wishes that actual irl battles were like Fire Emblem or strategy games bcs he's actually good in those

Update: I didn't make it clear (mb lol) but I see him as the best strategist of the brothers by far, he just isn't good at front-line action

^ Being away from the front lines keeps the pressure away from him for the most part, and it avoids him getting riled up and acting rash

He once tried to workout with Beel but quickly got overwhelmed because Beel shoved 200kg weights onto him thinking it was an reasonable starting point

So he kinda has trauma(tm) about it

Despite his garbage physical prowess, he WILL start fights and get riled up easily

He goes onto his demon form immediately when he wants to fight

^ bcs his strength isn't great, and he needs any boost he can get

Plus, awful anger management

My man will get onto a fist fight with the demon equivalent of a redditor over anime waifus and he will lose

★ Satan.

As the literal embodiment of Wrath, he does pack quite a punch and will maul you to death with only his fists. No problems at all

But that's merely his baseline strength (which is a lot) since he doesn’t really train physically

Probably focuses on other areas (read: intelligence) instead of physical strength.

Which is ironic because he could kick Lucifer's ass in a fist fight if he actually trained more

But oh well. Books do be booking

Surprisingly strategic while in fights, although not above Going Apeshit

Funnily enough the least likely of the brothers to enter a fight

Has read The Art Of War and will quote it just to be a smartass

★ Asmodeus.

Physically? Weak.

Probably the weakest of the brothers, having more or less the strength of a human (and on the weaker side of that).

He doesn’t train whatsoever; Likes his slender figure and muscles “ruin” that.

However, he makes up for it on the "trickster" scale.

As the Avatar of Lust, he will probably go the charm route instead of wanting to directly fight his enemies, or he make someone else do the dirty work for him.

Think of Mammon but make it a bit less scummy, tricks wise.

His go-to is sweet talk.

Something something the Avatar of Lust being physically weak since sex is considered an act of vulnerability and therefore the lowering of one’s guard something something

Something something the poetic narrative of the Avatar of Lust having only power through Communication something something

★ Beelzebub.

Contrary to Asmo; he does lift for days and can pack quite the punch, being one of the stronger brothers physically despite being one of the youngest.

I don't see him caring much for magic or other types of strength, he is content in packing the punch and has the capabilities to back him up.

Fight wise he will probably punch the problems away

Maybe use one or two tricks he’s learned

Mostly relies on his intuition and gut and it surprisingly works out

Nothing fancy; Dictionary definition of all muscle no brain battle wise

Literally one of the scariest brothers to ever fight he will actually beat you to a bloody pulp

And make a smoothie out of it

★ Belphegor.

This fucker doesn't lift at all you can't tell me shit

At MOST he'll accompany Beel to the gym and would sleep at the benches

The strength he has is the strength he was born with

Which isn't a lot, but still above human average by quite a lot

More or less demon standard of strength. Maybe a slightly below it

But he's still above most demons by a mile in other regards, mostly magic prowess

He's stronger than Levi because I think it would be hilarious that the dude who sleeps all day is stronger than him

(or you can make him really physically strong just because it'd be funny to see the sleepy dude kick ass)

(either way is funny as shit go ham)

★ Physical strength chart

Behemoth type strength :

Beel (only barely)

Lucifer

Satan

High / Low above human average :

Mammon

Belphie (low diff w/ mammon)

Levi

Asmo

★General strength chart

Can kill hundreds no effort :

Lucifer

Satan (If apeshit)

Are not as strong but still terrifying :

Mammon

Beel

Belphie

Levi, Asmo (Tie)

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[desireangel]

Forever at his mercy | Coriolanus Snow

a/n: y’all a short smutty little mini fic thing that I could not get out of my head so here it is,,,, bc I think Coryo’s the type to deflect intimate touch no matter how much he craves it.

warnings: nsfw, smut, degradation <3, choking, light bondage, this is just quick porn, coryo is a user as always, unedited and lmk if I need to add anything more!

Coriolanus’s shoulders were aching, his abdomen and his chest felt suffocatingly tight and there was a discomfort in his body that he couldn’t find the words to explain. He knew what the problem was, he was aware of himself and his tendencies and he knew that when his mind was overtaken by thoughts of you - of your throat that was moulded so perfectly to his hand and your pretty little mouth that was just made for his cock - that all he needed was a release.

If anyone ever asked why you were always there, forever ready for him to have you at his mercy, then he’d tell them it was simply the convenience. Because at the end of the day, he was no better than an animal with his primal need to fuck hard and fuck selfishly.

Not because he needed you, needed your body - your perfect cunt. And not because he detested the thought of any other man touch the woman that was his alone.

You were reading, your knees curled up to your chest and whatever book you had pulled from his library held gently in your fingers. Within minutes, he had crossed the room and taken your pretty little chin in his hand.

Fuck, what he would do to feel those fingers on his skin, tangled in hair, scratching on his back. But Coriolanus snow would never let you touch him.

Because as much as he craved your touch, as much as his blood turned to fire for the feel of you, Coriolanus would never let anyone lay a damn finger on him.

As far as you were concerned, Coriolanus was afraid of giving in to his desires, of accepting that there was anyone in this world who he could truly, honestly and freely let himself love.

No matter. You knew that in his own twisted way, he did love you. Even if he’d never say the words out loud and even if he’d never let you touch him more than what he needed to cum.

But you tried, you tried every single time.

Coriolanus’ lips were on your neck, biting and sucking in a beautiful assault. You whimpered, throwing the book aside and reaching for his hair but before you could do so, your wrist was caught by a strong hand.

“You know the rules,” his hand dragged along your thigh under your skirt. “No touching, pretty thing. I’ll only tell you nicely once.”

“It’s not fair.” Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you shuddered at the jolt of his fingers dragging over your exposed clit.

You felt Coriolanus smirk at your lack of underwear and how quickly you grew slick for him. “Look at you, always so ready for my cock. Desperate little whore.”

He wasted no time with your first orgasm, his fingers working expertly. Coriolanus was no gentleman but for you, he’d pretend. For you, he wanted to do it all.

In a moment of weakness, as he hovered over you with the tip of his hard cock warm against your thigh, your hand found its way to his bicep. Coriolanus froze, eyes full of passion and lust, shock and apprehension and fury.

“Pathetic,” he growled. “Can’t even keep your hands to yourself.”

In an instant, your wrists were pinned together above your head and Coriolanus had them caught tightly together by his belt. There was a matter of seconds before Coriolanus had pushed himself into you, barely giving you any time to adjust.

“Coryo-“

“God, your cunt is all fucking mine. Whenever I want it, huh?” His hand found your throat, squeezing just hard enough for your head to spin and for you to clench around him. He let out a groan. “Always so wet, so fucking tight for me.”

You could feel his anger, his stress and the hatred he had for so many people. The crazed need to control everything, to own everything, including every last freckle on your body and you were forever at the mercy of his derangement.

Coriolanus fucked you perfectly, fucked you like a man who took what he needed without a care for the consequence of his depraved desire for you. Even if that consequence was a cold heart that belonged only to you.

#bye #wrote this in 30 mins #eh 😭 #not my proudest piece but I’m here to feed the hunger for Coryo’s cock #<3 #Coriolanus snow x reader #Coriolanus snow smut #Coriolanus snow #Tom Blyth smut #tbosas #🥀 #🍒

[viviennevermillion]

Spending a snowy day with them

contains: character x gn!reader, does a relationship with dottore and several of his clones count as poly?

characters included: alhaitham, cyno, dottore, kaveh, pantalone

warnings: non-sexual nudity in cyno's part (taking a bath together)

Alhaitham:

You had asked your partner for a shared vacation for quite some time now. Alhaitham wasn't really the type for big romantic gestures or trips and he was the kind of man who liked his job enough to decide he just didn't need a vacation, or at least one that would require him to leave Sumeru City.

But since he was due for another research paper, he decided to expand his reach beyond Sumeru and study some ancient runes on the border between Fontaine and Snezhnaya. Part of it was specifically to get you that vacation you wanted because he's soft for you.

What he didn't expect (or WANT for that matter) was for his roommate to tag along. Kaveh wanted some inspiration for his newest architecture project and was also too broke to function on his own without Alhaitham there, so he just came with you on the trip.

Alhaitham hated when Kaveh spent time with you. Not because he was jealous but because you two were absolutely insufferable together.

On this fine day "insufferable" included Alhaitham trying to find some ruins and being hit with a snowball on the shoulder by you. He turns to you with a deadpan expression and speaks calmly. "Y/n, I love you but I'm trying to read the-"

He can't finish his sentence when another snowball hits him directly in the face, this time thrown by Kaveh who didn't have as much mercy as you. "You know, I could leave you in a cave in the mountains and no one would ever find your body", Alhaitham gave a dry reply to his roommate with his typical slightly arrogant attitude.

Kaveh didn't listen and neither did you, having the time of your life throwing snowballs after Alhaitham as revenge for all the times he had teased the two of you. What you didn't expect was for Alhaitham to put up a fight and throw back. Or rather, you didn't expect him to win against two people only by himself.

This is how the three of you ended up in a cave around a campfire, soaked from the snow, with you tightly snuggled against Alhaithams warm body and Kaveh left to suffer by himself.

"You see, this is your own fault. I told you to stop throwing snow at me like a child the first time you did it but you didn't want to listen", Alhaitham calmly stated but you could see the hint of a smile on his face because he was definitely enjoying how you were clinging to him desperately to get rid of the cold.

He had three blankets wrapped around you to make sure you wouldn't get sick and he kissed your forehead gently. "Do we have a blanket left for me?", Kaveh gave Alhaitham an annoyed look. "No." "You're such an asshole."

Alhaitham even grills you a couple of marshmallows or sausages over the fire, chuckling to himself when Kaveh accidentally drops his into the fire and reaches for a new one.

Alhaitham holds your hands to warm them and nuzzles your cheek. "I didn't go overboard with the snow right? If so, I apologize", his voice sounds softer now and his lips form a smile when he realizes you had already fallen asleep leaning against his body. He was still eager to continue his research trip, but he supposed he could let you take a quick nap, given how cute you looked. Yeah he's weak for you but Kaveh better not tease him about it.

Cyno:

It wasn't often that Cyno's duties as the General Mahamatra led him outside of Sumeru, but once in a while he crossed the borders to pursue a criminal personally who had thought they could flee from his judgement by leaving the country.

This was one of these instances. Since you were worried about him and he had no idea how long it would take for him to catch that dangerous criminal, he decided to book a hotel room in Snezhnaya for the two of you. During the day he would go to investigate the case he was tasked with in the mountains and he'd be back in the evenings to spend some time with you.

The first day you spent there the two of you went to a small market in the village you were staying in. Fairy lights were hung from cabin to cabin and the kids were ice-skating on a nearby lake. "How do you like the landscape?", Cyno asked you. "It's beautiful. Matches your hair", you smiled at him and ran your fingers through his soft white hair. You could see he was getting a little flustered, just as he always did when you gave him affection in public. He didn't mind, though, as long as it wasn't in front of people he needed to take him seriously.

You two shared some hot food at the market together, which really warmed you up in the cold.

There was a stand where you could make your own gingerbread man and you insisted to try it out. Cyno looked over your shoulder and hesitated. "So...uh... who's this guy?", he asked. You let out a whine. "I was trying to make your favorite character from the Genius Invokation TCG novel but well.... he's been through a lot", you pouted. Cyno laughed. "It's the thought that counts", he chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You didn't know how he did it but even though it was cold as hell, Cyno's lips were as warm as ever.

You turned your head to him and kissed his lips gently. He kissed back lovingly before you continued to wander the market.

There were stands that sold food, hot drinks, crafts and clothes. You eventually got Cyno a nice dark blue scarf and wrapped it around him. "I don't want you to get too cold when you're in the mountains hunting down bad guys", you smiled at him and cupped his face, marveling at how cute he looked with the scarf wrapped around him. You gave his lips another peck. Cyno gave you a warm smile. "Thank you, love. I appreciate that a lot", he spoke softly and hugged you.

You had to admit you were a little worried about him whenever he went out each day to investigate the crime he came here for. But you were all the more relieved when he returned to you safe and sound in the evening.

He opened the door of your hotel room basically covered in snow. "Wow", you commented, "you look like you were caught in a blizzard and fused your mind with a Froststurm Lawachurl." "Thank you", Cyno replied dryly and wiped some snow off his shoulder to smear it straight over your warm face. "You really didn't have to", you chuckled. He chuckled too and pulled you close. "Don't mind me, I'm just snow happy to see you!" You rolled your eyes at the pun and rested your head against his shoulder, shaking it in disappointment. "I'm gonna bury you outside in the snow."

To warm himself up and relax with you after this long day, Cyno would sometimes prepare a warm bath for the two of you. He'd hold you tightly against him in the hot water and give you as much affection as you want. He thinks you deserve as much after waiting for him all day. He kisses you gently and lets you wash his hair, almost falling asleep in your arms at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. "I'm really enjoying my time with you here", you whisper quietly and lean your head against his as you hold him. "It was love at frost site", Cyno mumbles and you splash water in his face. "You're impossible...", you sigh. "You love me that way though", he said civilly. "That I do", you gently kiss his forehead.

After your bath Cyno puts on the scarf you got him again because he finds it so comfortable and makes some tea for the two of you as you spend the rest of the evening playing Genius Invokation TCG together.

Dottore:

There's plenty of snow in Snezhnaya so with Dottore every day is a snow day. On this particular one, he was doing some experiments with ruin machines outside that weren't safe enough to do inside and he let you watch from the balcony that overlooked the Zapolyarny Palace courtyard.

When you had complained that you wanted to spend some time with him, he sat one of his clones on your lap and told you this one would keep you company. So you were watching your significant other work in the courtyard on a huge machine together with some of his segments while one of them was sitting on your lap, very much enjoying the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist and the occasional kiss on his cheek.

You never really got lonely because whenever you missed Dottore there would always be a clone craving your attention. It got a little overwhelming sometimes but if you loved one of them you loved all of them. Nights never really were cold either, given that you could have several clones snuggling you and keeping you warm, even if the original Dottore was working late. Not all of them loved you but it was enough for them to sometimes fight over who would get to hold you, pushing each other aside.

The segment who was sitting on your lap explained the whole project to you while the others were working, so you could properly understand what you were watching as well. His voice was soft and gentle and you could hear how much he appreciated being able to have some alone time with you. After all, when Prime Dottore had freetime, he wanted to be alone with you. He was the one you spent the most time with as well.

Occasionally Prime Dottore would send one of his segments up to bring you some snacks or a hot chocolate. You gave the segment a kiss on the lips as a thank you and as soon as he had left, the one who was tasked with keeping you company pressed his lips onto yours as well, kissing you lovingly. They got a little jealous of each other sometimes...

When the project was done, the two of you went downstairs into the courtyard to check out the final product.

You made the mistake of throwing a snowball at one of the segments and five of them turned their heads towards you simultaneously and started picking up snow. There was no way for you to win as you were tackled to the ground and one clone would straight up lay down on top of you to snuggle.

"Alright, that's enough for today, you can get off my lover now", you heard Dottore's voice and looked up to the see the original. He reached his hand out to you and helped you up, greeting you with a kiss on the lips.

He held your hand and led you past the pouting segments to explain the machine he made to you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as he gave you an informative presentation about the project.

After all the tools were cleaned up, he would take you to your shared room and spend the rest of the day with you. You sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in Prime Dottore's arms as he would read his research reports to you. Only if you wanted to of course.

He'd let you fall asleep in his arms and snuggle you for the rest of the night.

Kaveh:

Same scenario as with Alhaitham. Alhaithams research trip to Snezhnaya for his Haravatat paper was overshadowed by the fact that he had to bring his broke roommate along and that Kaveh had invited you after telling you that Alhaitham had said that he was absolutely fine with this. He didn't even ask Alhaitham.

So on the first day of the trip you and Kaveh were standing there with your luggage and Alhaitham was like "Hello people I didn't invite."

Unlike Alhaitham, Kaveh can't handle the cold at all. He's like "I'm going to go outside to look at the pretty Snezhnayan buildings!" and comes back after 10 minutes clinging to you for the rest of the day. "I can't do this", he whines dramatically as he's clinging onto you like he's holding onto dear life, "it's too cold..."

You laugh and hold him gently, kissing his lips repeatedly. "Your warm embrace comforts me", Kaveh buried his face in your chest and refuses to get up for at least 2 hours. Alhaitham walks past you on his way to make lunch. "Is he being dramatic again?" You nod but look down at Kaveh with an affectionate smile. Alhaitham just shakes his head wondering how you're putting up with him.

If you do coax him outside he's also clinging to you the entire time.

But most of the time Kaveh will rather choose to stay inside on your trip. He only goes outside to show off the winter clothes he bought because he thinks he looks very cute and he can't wear these in Sumeru. "You're always beautiful, my dear", you chuckle and rest your forehead against his.

He gently holds you in his arms while sitting in front of the fireplace and starts singing to you softly. "Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes, five hundred, twenty five thousand moments so dear-" "Kaveh." Alhaitham shoots him a warning glare. "What did we say about the singing?"

Cue Kaveh complaining about how Alhaitham doesn't have the necessary amount of heart it takes to appreciate beautiful songs.

Since Kaveh isn't really a fan of the snow, you decide to stay inside baking cookies with him. He watches you as you prepare the dough and sits on the kitchen counter, occasionally reaching for you when you're close enough, wrapping his arms and legs around you and holding you for a while. "Kaveh, we'll never get done like this", you sigh. "Get off the kitchen counter." You hear Alhaithams stern voice from the doorframe before the scribe turns around to go to the living room of the cabin he rented. "GeT oFF tHe kItCHeN cOUnTEr", Kaveh repeated and rolled his eyes but all it took for him was for Alhaitham to turn around once more and just glare at him. So Kaveh begrudgingly got off the kitchen counter. This made you laugh and Kaveh crossed his arms, holding his head up high and pouting because you laughed about him. But how can he stay mad at you if you pull him into your arms and keep peppering his face with kisses. "Aw come on, don't be peeved....I love you", you kiss his cheek repeatedly and Kaveh melts into your touch.

"Shouldn't you be helping y/n or something?", the scribe asked his roommate. "I'm more the creative type. I'll design the cookies", Kaveh explained. You look at Alhaitham: "He just doesn't want to stick his fingers into the dough."

But Kaveh actually does a really good job at designing those cookies and he even makes a whole gingerbread castle with a tower and everything. He calls it an architectural masterpiece and brags about it to Alhaitham. "I bet you couldn't make something like this." "I don't even want to."

Kaveh and you later cuddle and enjoy the food you made together, although Kaveh insists you don't touch his gingerbread castle.

Pantalone:

Pantalone is used to the snow, giving that he's living in Snezhnaya but on some days the cold reminds him of the days in his youth when he would be wandering the streets in just a shirt and some trousers searching for coins to buy himself a lunch. You were the only one who knew about his past which he considered shameful and it warmed his heart how much you loved him.

He took a day off, something that was a fairly rare occurrence, given how busy he usually was, to spend it with you. He always made time for you after work but today he wanted to dedicate a whole day to you, given that it was your anniversary.

He had bought you five gifts again that were more expensive than anything you had (that he didn't buy for you) and was insisting you only deserved the best for all the love you give him. "But I can't give you anything back for these gifts...", you mumbled and he cupped your cheeks. "My dearest, your affection is all I want. With my wealth it's no wonder I have all of these expensive things but your love is something I'm grateful to have every single day", he gave you a charming smile and a forehead kiss. You chuckled. Pantalone was indeed a sucker for your affection. You remembered the day before when he was being held by you, tearing up whilst being overwhelmed from the kisses you gave him and the love he felt for you. He was greedy too. "More kisses...", he had mumbled. "We've been kissing for half an hour already, love", you chuckled.

Today, Pantalone had decided to have a nice anniversary date with you. You walked the streets of the Snezhnayan capital to a luxurious restaurant he had picked out for the two of you. You stopped him several times to kiss him because he looked just too cute with his cheeks red from the cold and the snow being caught in his hair.

You enjoy a nice candelit dinner with him as he had booked out the whole restaurant just for the two of you.

After that he told you he wanted to show you his favorite place in the city. You had only moved in with him fairly recently and you hadn't explored that much of the capital yet, so he was more than happy to show you around.

He led you to a busy park as it was getting dark. "Here we are", he exclaimed gesturing towards a fountain that was surrounded by several people. The fountain played music and the sprinklers were moving to the rhythm of the songs as the water was lit up in the most vibrant of colors. "It's beautiful", you marveled at it and Pantalone wrapped his arms around you from behind as you watched the light show.

A slow song came on and Pantalone asked you to dance. He held you close as you swayed to the music and Pantalone looked into your eyes with a loving expression.

"I always used to come here as a child when times were tough", Pantalone explained quietly, "it always made me feel better." "It's a beautiful place", you smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I'll get one of these built for my property so we can look at it everyday and you can request any song you want to", he told you and kissed your cheek, treating you like you were the most precious treasure he had. You were.

"Evil rich people", you shook your head and Pantalone let out a genuine laugh. You thought his laugh was one of the most beautiful things you had ever heard and it always brought a loving smile onto your face. "Of course we can always come back here whenever you want as well", he told you and nuzzled your cheek, "anything for the love of my life."

You kissed his lips and smiled into the kiss. He was always so cheesy. You rested your head on his chest and he held you close as you continued to watch the fountain under the starry night sky as the snow was falling gently onto the park.

#alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #kaveh x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore #pantalone #cyno #kaveh #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact

[acapelladitty]

Scarecrow/F!Reader - Bound

Summary - Restrained like the Scarecrow he is, the infamous Dr. Jonathan Crane finds himself left at the mercy of his partner.

Extending his hands, Jonathan allowed the soft rope to loop around his thin wrists – first the left and then the right – as she pulled his arms taut to secure them to the wooden bedposts which stood proudly at the corners of the bed.

“Good boy.” She hummed, her approval sparking a traitorous flash of heat in his groin as he immediately craved to hear it again. “Being so good and listening to me.”

His cock lay hard against his stomach, heavy and wilfully neglected by her cruelty until he had submitted to her easy demands. The cold air of his bedroom washed across his naked frame and he shivered, his skin breaking out in gooseflesh as his gaze locked on to the ceiling above.

Against his better judgement, his hands pulled against the restraints, testing them for any weakness and an unfamiliar anxiety touched at his when none was to be found. He was trapped. Truly. Left at the wicked mercy of his little mouse.

It was an odd thought. His utter aversion to any kind of vulnerability making his heart race and his sweat break across his brow.

Restrained.

Helpless.

Unable to defend himself from anything which sought to destroy him, destroy his work. Even his little mouse could change her mind, use this opportunity to punish him for his sins, and not in the way which he enjoyed.

She didn’t seem the type. Murder did not sit in the shadows of her gaze and her actions were nothing if not honest – even when he had wronged her. And yet-

“Jonathan, hey. Are you okay?”

Realising that he was panting slightly, Jonathan dragged his gaze from the ceiling to his little mouse – her body perched beside his own as she watched him with open concern leaking into the heated arousal which graced her features.

His cock twitched at the sight of her, his mild anxiety and spiralling thoughts only serving to stoke the fire of his excitement. Flashing her an expectant look, he allowed the feeling to spread, to heighten his senses in what promised to be a uniquely intense session, as he offered her a deadpan response.

“When am I not?”

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You had to admit that he looked lovely like this. Spread across the bed as his arms visibly flexed against the sheets, the look of mild anxiety which nipped at his features before being quickly snuffed out had concerned you but he seemed determined to continue regardless.

“Good.” You purr, slipping down the bed before shuffling quickly between his legs. His cock lay heavily against his skin, proudly hard as hell and gently weeping pre-cum across his stomach. “Then maybe you deserve a little kindness.”

Dipping down low, your back arching as you remain kneeling against the sheets, you wrap one hand around his cock and admire the way in which his body visibly jerks at the contact. Your other hand quickly loops around his neck, pressing against his windpipe just enough to make him cough.

His gaze is intense, so clouded by arousal that the deep brown of his iris appears almost black as his eyes flash and his throat swallows beneath your grip. Slowly, rubbing your thumbs across both the side of his neck and his cock in tandem, you purr out the promise which you were more than willing to fulfil.

“Keep being good for me and I’ll give you everything you want and more.”

#Jonathan crane #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #batman villains #Jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you #scarecrow smut #Jonathan crane smut

[anami-io]

There's no need to exchange pleasantries.

ღ Scaramouche/Wanderer x F! reader.

Note: A scenario in which you and scara/wanderer/Kunikuzushi head up the mountain to thaw the ice. (I know aether or lumine does it but let's just pretend it was you guys for the time being!) You also happen to run into some old friends along the way. Some jealousy rouses in scara, which causes him to realize his feelings toward you. See what else happens as you read loves! :3 

PS: I listened to the album for dragonspine - Vortex of legends while writing this!

Warnings: Mentions of you getting sick. Slight swearing. 

Word count : 3,966

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You have to admit. heading up the freezing mountain in Dragonspine wasn’t entirely what you’d expected it to be, for starters. You didn’t expect yourself to love the scenery as much as you did before you arrived. The hike was indeed a bit challenging. A few treasure hoarders stopped you in your tracks as you both made your way toward the next huge pieces of ice that you guys needed to thaw. Not to mention some fatui agents had also tried to stop you as well. There was a bit of an awkward silence that sat between you two as you continued your way up Dragonspine. You however were just a bit annoyed, as you recall your earlier attempt of trying to spark up a conversation. 

From Kuni’s perspective, he sighed as the strap on his hat flew against his face, making him raise his arm to move it away. The wind began to howl in your faces, he sighed once more and glanced over in your direction. You squinted and continued forward, your scarf covering your mouth.  Walking up to one of the torches that were lit up near the path. You placed your gloved hands out and sighed for a moment. A certain feeling began to build up inside Kuni as he glanced toward your face. The small glow of the fire illuminated your face in the cloudy atmosphere. He glared a tiny bit. You were talking non-stop before and after you left Sumeru city. Even your journeys after. What happened now? 

“Why are you so quiet?” He asks with a hint of annoyance.

You glanced up at him surprisingly as he said this. Only for a moment, as you stood up straight, your scarf stooping below your chin. You thought for a moment before a smug look was then plastered onto your face. 

“I thought there was no need to exchange pleasantries.” You gave him a small smirk. His eyes widened before he scoffed and turned on his heel. You didn’t see the embarrassment on his face.. 

“Moron,” he mumbles

“I forgot that humans get cold,” Kuni spoke as he then continued his way, taking the lead this time. 

“Wait for me!” you said as you ran after him. He took a turn into some type of cavern. You saw the elemental monuments and took a step forward before you stopped and saw two Ruin Guards who were currently sitting on the ground.  

“Shit.” You whispered.

“I don’t think that they’re powered. Think about it, they would have already gotten up.” Kuni speaks, his back against yours. 

“Yeah but I bet they’ll power up when we finish this puzzle.”

“You said you needed to finish this commission though. We can take them unless you're too weak, I can do it myself.” He smirked 

“Ugh I'm not weak you ass, you’re right about me needing to finish this commission though.” You groaned 

 It took a good few minutes but you got the puzzle done. Your theory had been correct about both Ruin Guards turning on after the puzzle had been finished. Both Ruin Guards indeed stood up, and a strong gust of wind and snow began blowing around you both. Kuni and you both made swift work of taking care of both of them. You let out an exhale when suddenly a huge Ruin Grader crossed your path in front of you. Your breath hitched as you summoned your weapon. 

“You’re fucking joking,” you stated making Kuni hold out a hand in front of you. Standing in front of you as he then rose into the air quickly taking care of the annoying machine. 

“Thanks,” you sighed as you exhaled softly before pausing and sneezing softly. 

“Let's head up.” you finished. Kuni glanced up at the sky for a moment seeing that the once bright sky was now dark and cloudy.

“I think we should find somewhere to stay for the night and get some rest,” he states 

“Why are you tired?” you ask in confusion, it’s hard to believe that he could ever be tired. You thought to yourself.

“It’s not for me,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “Then?” 

“Are you seriously this dense?” he asks 

“Rude I understand now, I’m fine, let's keep moving.” You started as you made your way back down the path. After fighting a few hilichurls, samachurls, and mitachurls. You finally made your way to a tiny cliff with a clearing. You began to feel a bit weird, tired actually. Panting as you made your way forward. 

“[Name], I’m not kidding anymore let’s head to mondstat and find an inn or-”

“Kuni, I said I’m fine-” you stopped as you felt dizzy, your vision blurring. You heard a ringing noise in your ears whilst also hearing shouting and growling. Your gaze made its way toward a white and blue blur to your left. A Frostarm lawachurl growled and pounded its hands on its chest, getting ready to attack. Your vision began to fade into the abyss as you felt yourself being yanked backward and a blur of blonde and white before the world fell into complete darkness. 

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Waking up to see a blur of red made you groan softly. You began to slowly sit up before you were pushed back down softly. 

“What the hell are you doing, lay back down.” you heard Kuni’s familiar voice. You slowly regained your vision after blinking a few times.

“What happened?” you asked groggily.

“You fainted because you were beginning to catch a cold, now it’s worse,” he stated before moving the covers above your shoulders. His hand grazed past your cheek making your heart jump for a moment. He then looked straight toward you for a moment.

“Shit, you’re burning up again damn it!” He states he sighs before turning and walking toward another part of the room. It was then that you took a look at your surroundings that you realized you were at an inn in mondstat. 

“Drink, now.” he held a cup toward you. 

“Okay mom.” you joked, making him glare at you for a moment.

You tipped the cup to your lips before tasting the bitterness of what you assumed was medicine. Sucking it up, you finished it before letting Kuni take the cup from you. You sighed and laid back down before resting your eyes once more. 

“Don’t ever do that shit again.” you heard Kuni’s soft low voice reach your ears making you snap your eyes back open. 

“What?” you asked, he snapped his gaze back toward you with wide eyes. 

There was an awkward silence for a few moments as you two stared at each other before he scoffed and got up. He then said something that you couldn’t make out.

“Nothing. I have to go and get something. I’ll be back, go to sleep.” He states without looking back before walking out the door and closing it behind him. 

“Well okay.” you frown as you think back to the look on his face.

Was that..Fear? Sadness? 

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You heard a knock at the door and slowly woke up from your sleep and slowly sat up. 

“Come in,” you stated, throat a little dry. 

That’s when a familiar girl dressed in red walked in. 

“[Name]!” Amber stated as she made her way over to your side of the bed. She reached her arms out and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You’re okay.” She smiles as she pulls away.

“Amber, it's so good to see you! I missed you!” You smiled before you both began to catch up a tiny bit on things.

“Who is that boy that's been here with you?” she asked as she gave a tiny smug look.

“He’s my travel partner and friend. I call him Kuni.” You held your hands up. 

“Mhm, I see. You know when he and albedo brought you in, he looked so scared. Yelling for us to make sure that nothing happens to you or else. He was pretty scary himself.” Amber gives you a cute eye-closed smile while laughing nervously and scratching the back of her head. 

“Really?” You asked as you then pictured the scene in your head. Your face began to heat up. 

“Yeah well, anyway I brought you this!” Amber smiled as she held out a tiny red pin that resembled the cute bunny ears on her head. 

“I’ve been meaning to send you a letter or find you because I’ve missed you, but you’re always traveling so it was kinda hard ha.” She said sweetly. You glanced down at the small cute gift. Tearing up a tiny bit at how sweet Amber could be. 

“Thank you Amber I love it!” You smile and wrap your arms around her. After pulling away you smile and turn to glance around the room.

“Was Kuni in here or?” You asked 

“Last thing he said was that he needed to get you more medicine, that he was heading to liyue. For now he wanted you to rest so just try to take it easy. Oh! I brought you a book from the library, Here!” 

She reached into her pouch that hung from her belt and pulled out a small book, handing it over to you. 

“I know that you liked these type of books so I picked one up for you since you were practically asleep for a day already-”

“A DAY?!” You thought it was just a nap.

“Hey hey relax! You were really tired and sick! Kuni? Was it? He’s the one who’d been taking care of you all day yesterday and ever since you were brought here into the inn.”

You turned your gaze to glance worriedly out the window, guilt eating your insides. You couldn’t exactly understand why you felt this way. You did know that you deeply care for Kunikuzushi AKA Scaramouche. Ever since you had run into Aether and decided to travel along the famous traveler for a few journeys. You were there the day that those mysterious meteors had appeared, meeting him changed you. From the very moment that you met him, you saw right through him.You recall the night that you had spent camping out near the meteor occurrence. 

You glanced at the dark night sky to see another meteor flying into the ground from afar. Running off toward the sight, your body ached a bit due to being tired. Coming to a halt, the air around you made you feel light headed. It was then that you realized you weren’t alone, over toward the left far side of the crash to see that mysterious boy from earlier. His eyes were closed as if he seemed to be remembering something. It looked like it pained him, the frown on his face was clearly evident that this boy had been through a lot in his past. His eyes snapped open, his gaze flicking toward you. 

“You again.” He grumbled, he then wiped that frown off his face. 

“Where are your f-”

“You’ve been hurt before.” Lips moved without thinking.

His eyes widened, he looked purely surprised to hear you say this.

How could this strange mortal know anything? I can tell that she is being sincere.

Her eyes.

Her expression.

“I’m sorry..” she muttered.

“Nevermind that, It was nice running into you again but I have to go.”  He turned and took off. 

“[Name]?” you heard Aether call out making you turn.

“You can’t just leave like that, you scared me..” Aether trails off, his eyes held fear and worry. Looking as if he was on the verge of tearing up. Your eyes flashed with guilt.

“I know I’m sorry.” You reached out and gripped his shoulders in reassurance. Giving a soft smile before turning to glance in the direction of where that boy had gone, only to see that he had already disappeared. Or so, you thought.

From the top of the cliff above you, his eyes lingered on you as the blonde haired traveler guided you back to your campsite. 

“You’ve been hurt before.”

He watched as you tried looking for him but never spoke of him. Scoffing as he turned and made his way back.

Back to the present

It was already evening in Mondstat, the sun beginning to set and he still wasn’t back yet. 

Where was he?

 You do understand that Liyue isn’t exactly close but still. Archons, you already finished your book Amber had given you. You sat up and pulled the blankets off of you, Getting dressed into your usual gear and outfit. You opened the door to your room and stepped out, making your way toward the exit. Stepping out into the city of freedom, the wind blew softly against your face, and through your hair. Gazing toward the sky and your mind immediately thought of Venti. 

Strolling through the courtyard and making your way toward the Knights of Favonious headquarters. Entering the building made you feel nostalgic as memories of you and the traveler meeting everyone flashed through your mind. Your lips tugged into a smile, beginning to miss him a tiny bit wondering how Aether was doing.

You walked through the doors of the library, and made your way down the staircase, toward the section of your choice. That’s when you heard a familiar high pitched voice coming from another section. You immediately walked toward where you heard Paimons babbling and met face to face with Aether,Albedo,and Paimon. 

“[Name]! What are you doing here?!” Paimon exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes I was just about to ask you the same question.”

“I see you’re doing better after the attack, I’m glad you’re well, though you really shouldn’t be out of bed and should be resting, how are you feeling?” Albedo’s voice reached your ears.

“Yeah about that-”

“An attack? What happened, are you okay?” Aether asks 

“I’m fine honestly, Me and Kuni were just trying to finish a commission and it was in dragonspine so I caught a cold and almost got attacked by a Frostarm Lawachurl.”

“I was able to deflect the attack and saved her while her partner pulled her out of the way when she fainted. I managed to take out the Lawachurl with one blow, but after that He kept threatening to kill me if I got too close. He seemed very wary of me and didn’t trust me one bit. It took a bit of explaining but we got her to my lab and got her a potion. Brought her to Mondstat where we took her to the infirmary. He threatened me and Amber telling us that we’d better make sure nothing happens to her or else. After she was treated, he took her to the  inn.” Albedo explained, you sighed when he mentioned how Kuni threatened to kill him.

Aethers arms caught you off guard as he gave you a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered, making you smile softly and return his hug.

“I was just thinking about you when I walked in, I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, it’s so nice to see you again-”

“Hey don’t forget Paimon! Paimon missed you too!” you laughed.

“Has your temperature risen at all since then? Shall I prepare some potions?” Albedo places his gloved fingers along your cheekbone. 

“[Name]!” you heard a familiar voice making you pull away from Aether.

You turned and felt your hand get tugged toward Kuni.

“You’re supposed to be resting, you’re still getting over your cold idiot!” He speaks

“Kuni,”

“Traveler,” There was a brief moment of silence before Kuni pulled your hand again.

“Sorry to cut this reunion short but she needs to be in bed right now.”

“I’m fine!”

Kuni softly smacks his hand against your forehead making you glare at him.

“Your fever is coming back moron, I told you to rest,” He turned toward the traveler and Albedo for a moment.

“Excuse me but I’ll be taking her back with me.” He finished as he began dragging you back to the inn.

“I’ll talk to you soon Aether!” You said softly and he glanced at Kuni and you surprisedly before returning your smile and a wave. 

As you both made your way back toward your room at the inn, he closed the door behind you and pushed you toward the bed. He turned his back toward you and picked up a box that laid on the dresser. He opened it and took a bottle out pouring the substance into a cup. Turning toward you he pushed you to lay back before handing you the cup. 

“Drink it, then go to sleep.” He watched as you took the bitter medicine in before laying down. He walked toward the door and walked out into the living room. You sighed and closed your eyes. Soon enough you fell asleep. 

“No! Wait please! Anything but the Gnosis! That’s mine, don’t even try!” 

“[Name]?” Aether called out to you.

“It doesn’t feel like a victory..” You whispered before turning away from the former harbinger. Seeing the pain in his face and hearing it in his voice made you unable to stay any longer.

You sat up with a gasp, tears wanting to prick at your eyes. Those were memories that you hated to remember, due to the way they made you feel. Yet no matter how hard you try to push them back, they continue to eat at your mind. No luck with falling asleep now. Your mind wandered to Kuni. The hurt he must’ve felt. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Kuni?” You call out a bit loudly. 

After a moment you hear some movement and shuffling, before the door opens and Kuni pops in. 

“What?” He asks with a small glare.

“I can’t sleep-“

“No you can’t get up, just close your eyes.” He said as he was about to close the door.

“Wait!” 

He paused.

“I was gonna ask if you can come and talk with me until I fall asleep?” 

He stood quietly for a moment before closing the door and taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. 

“Thank you,” you smiled before getting a little dizzy, your face fell, laying back into the bed. 

“I wanted to say a few things since we haven’t really been able to talk since I’ve been out. I’ve also been thinking about a lot of stuff.” Your voice made Kuni glance toward you.

“About what?” He tore his gaze from you toward the window.

He sounded a little cold with his tone. Trying so hard not to make eye contact with you.  

“Thank you, for taking care of me, I really appreciate it.”

He continued to glance out the window as you spoke.

“Hmph.” He scoffs 

You frowned softly and scooted toward the side he was near. Grabbing his hands in yours making him glance up at you.

“I really mean it, the fact that you went all the way to liyue to Bubu Pharmacy. When Amber told me, I pieced it together. I really appreciate you, I also want to apologize for not listening to you when you suggested that we should go to mondstat. I was reckless and stupid. I understand now..” You gripped his hand before reaching the other to tilt his hat up to a perfect angle, that way you could see all of his face. 

He looked a little flustered for a moment, like he wasn’t expecting this. Glancing into your eyes before turning his gaze toward the window. 

“Yeah well,” he started before he squeezed your hands as well.

“You should know I’m always right.” He glanced back at you. 

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m being serious here,” You glared 

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done so far to take care of me. We’ve been traveling together for quite some time now. If anything were to happen to you at all. I would do the same for you, because I really care about you. I wanna tell you something.” You pulled his hat off and placed it on the desk. Standing and Pressing both hands to either side of his face while glancing down at him. A stunned look decorating his face. 

“Puppet or not, you and I aren’t that different when it comes down to it, I believe that you have come so far to prove that you have more of a heart than anyone else. You have feelings.” You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his. 

“Because in my mind,”

“You’re human as far as I’m concerned.”  You whispered sweetly. His eyes widened, his breath hitching. Those familiar words. His face appeared in mind, the moment that he said those words. The smile on his face. 

“You deserve to be with your family and friends.”  Niwa’s smile and voice found it’s way back into Kuni’s mind.

“I just want you to know that you aren’t worthless. You are so much more. You may have chosen the wrong path once but now, You walk with those who care. No matter what anyone says. You deserve to be with family and those who make you feel like you’re home, I’m glad you’re here.” You smiled at his widened gaze. Tears pricking at his eyes. Teeth clenched. 

“Can I hug you?” You ask softly.

“…” 

His hands gripped at your arm. You automatically knew that was a yes. So you wrapped your arms around him and hugged tightly. Tears pricking at your own eyes as you softly caressed the back of his head. Playing with his hair. It was at that moment that you pulled him to lay along with you. A warmth spreads throughout your chest, your heart beating rapidly. You two laid there, with him in your arms and you letting him cry everything out.

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Opening his eyes to glance around the room. He sat up with wide eyes. 

“Did I actually sleep for a bit?” He glanced down at his hands. His mind wandered to the previous conversation you both had. He smiled softly before turning to glance at you. That’s when his smile dropped. Your eyes were squeezed shut. Your hair sticking to your forehead. Teeth clenched and hands gripped the blankets. Your fever must’ve gotten worse. 

“[Name]!” He grabbed your arm to turn you onto your back. He flinched back once he felt how your temperature had risen. You were practically burning up. 

“Shit!” He ran toward the dresser and checked the medicine box. To your luck there was nothing left. He sighed in frustration before tossing the box toward the wall. Putting his shoes on, hat, putting your shoes on. Draping a cloak over your shoulders before picking you up onto his back and carrying you outside. He had to do something quick before it got even worse. With that he took off toward the gates of mondstat.

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Part 2 anyone? Anywho I’ve been working on this for maybe a few weeks trying to perfect it I hope you guys love it!🥺 - may <3

sorry for any errors I tried my best to edit it as best as I could! good day loves!

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[berryhobii]

Late for Work couple has become my #1 comfort couple and i always come back a read their stories cuz they're just so in love and passionate abt each other and OC/reader is so me coded. ur writing literally makes me weak in the knees i get so emoooo 😭😭💜 can i request a New Years (resolution) drabble with them? either OC or JK wants to work out more or tweak their habits at the gym for New years and i wonder if you could incorporate THIS REEL somewhere cuz i thought this was so them?!!? fluff or smutty smut smut!!! ty ty ty 💜💜

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1BLk1PIu-j/?igsh=MWZ0YWRtcnd4Zndwaw==

even tho i feel like both of them are the type to NOT wait for the "New Year" just to get started on their goals i thought it would be cute!!!

Hi! Wow, I’m so happy you love that couple! I try my best to make them as lovey dovey as possible. Thanks so much for your request as well! I pondered a few ideas but then landed on this one! Also, that reel is so adorable and overprotective Jungkook is equally as adorable. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!

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Super cute gym bag? Check. FitBit to monitor your heart rate? Check. Your ONE Stanley cup because you didn’t need a thousand? Check.

Alright. You were ready to hit the gym.

Truthfully, neither you or Jungkook were the types to do resolutions. Both of your perfectionist and ambitious ways made it so if either of you wanted to do something, you’d do it. And you’d do it to the best of your ability.

You started working out a little bit during December, enjoying early morning jogs before work in the crisp air to get you pumped for the day. However, you haven’t really dedicated yourself to a complete workout regimen.

That’s where your husband came in.

He didn’t make resolutions either but he did want to start spending more time with you and the gym was a great place to start. So you suggested you two start working out together and he could have broken something from how fast he catapulted himself over the couch when you brought it up.

Since your husband was a certified gym rat, he was very excited about your interest in working out. It was no secret that he was obsessed with going to the gym; he always dedicated at least 2 hours a day to pumping iron and if he couldn’t go to the gym, he’d go jogging or do some exercise at home. He was dedicated to keeping his body fit and healthy, mostly for himself but also for you. He knew how much you loved his body and it definitely stroked his ego to see how you drooled over him.

While Jungkook drooled over you regardless, you still wanted to work out and maybe even spend some extra time with Jungkook. A couple’s workout sounded like a lot of fun to you, honestly.

“Ready to go, baby?” Jungkook asked once he entered the living room where you were tying up your braids into a ponytail.

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Yup! How do I look?” You gave him a little twirl, showing off your new leggings and the matching jacket.

Of course, his eyes went straight to your ass which looked extra plump in those pants. A part of him didn’t even want to leave the house, contemplating just bending you over and fucking you against the wall.

You looked so excited to go though and he didn’t want to rain on your parade. Pushing down his desire, he flashed you a smile.

“You look adorable.”

“Thank you. Now let’s go! I’m totally going to bench more than you.” You teased as you two walked out of your apartment.

He bellowed a laugh. “Yeah right. You get winded walking up the stairs.”

Pouting your lip, you playfully pushed him. “That was only because my legs were tired from riding you.”

His lip piercing sparkled as he flashed you a wolfish grin, one that sent shivers down your spine. You seriously thought about getting in a quickie in before leaving.

“Guess we’ll have to work on your stamina then.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you my stamina when we get back home.” You childishly fired back sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When was leg day again?

The drive to the gym was quick and checking in was even quicker. After putting your things away in a locker, you and Jungkook found an empty space to start stretching in.

“Let’s start with toe touches.” Jungkook instructed with a clap of his hands.

“Okay!” Inhaling a deep breath, you bent over to touch your toes. Easy enough. Then you felt a hand on your back, urging you to straighten it a bit.

“Don’t hold your breath.” He said, his warm palm sneaking up the back of your jacket. Heat spread across your body. Damn fat ma! Not right now!

After enough of that, you two moved into more stretches: arm circles, lunges, jumping jacks and a few more. Jungkook stretched alongside you, only stopping to guide you through whenever he saw your form was off.

Overall, exercising with Jungkook was a bunch of fun. He was an attentive workout partner, reminding you to stay hydrated and motivating you whenever you wanted to give up. Not to mention, watching him get all sweaty was a bonus. He had abandoned his hoodie a while ago, leaving him in a tank top that showed off those muscular arms and bulging pecs.

You were gonna swallow his cock like a python when you got home.

For now though, you were focused on getting in some good squats while Jungkook moved just a few feet away to go fill his water bottle back up. He made sure you remained in his eyesight at all times, heart warming at the sight of you being so focused. He was so happy you had come with him to participate in one of his favorite interest. It really showed him how invested you were in his life and his hobbies. He hoped this could continue and you two would spend even more time together.

Also, your ass looked fine as hell in those leggings. It jiggled everytime you came back up and it made him want to rip those pants right off you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely coming to the gym with him more often.

Just as he finished filling his water, he turned around to start his walk back to you, only to pause when his eyes caught something.

A man was coming from the other side of the room, walking straight towards you, his eyes focused clearly on your ass as you bent forward.

Jungkook knew you were gorgeous which meant people often tried to approach you. His overprotective nature never allowed people to get too close, however. You could handle yourself and he knew that, he trusted you completely and never doubted your loyalty to him.

That didn’t mean he trusted others though.

Quickly walking towards you, his feet taking long strides to get to you faster, he stopped at your side just as you were coming back up from a squat. Jungkook immediately wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. Never one to turn down a kiss, you reciprocated, laying a few more on his lips for good measure.

His eyes locked with the man who was approaching you, brow furrowing and eyes sending a message that said:

Try it if you want to

The man’s eyes widened, turning back around on the heels of his feet to scamper off somewhere else.

Ever so unsuspecting, you turned around to see what your husband was looking at, only to find nothing. You placed your weight down, removing the AirPod from your ear to ask him what was wrong.

He just squinted his eyes before finally looking at you, sending you his sweetest smile.

“Nothing baby. Let’s just finish up so we can go home.”

And because you trusted him so much, you just shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Let me do this final rep and then we can go.”

“Sure. Let me help you.”

Getting behind you, he ‘guided’ you through the squats. Although you didn’t really need the help, the feeling of his boner pressing into your ass was telling enough.

“I wouldn’t call this helping, coach.” You smirked, making sure to rub your ass harder against him when you went down.

“I would. 5 more.”

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“J-Jungkook!” You moaned, your hands slipping off the wall where you were bracing yourself as Jungkook pounded into you from behind.

He barely let you cool down from your workout before he was forcing you into the gym showers, pushing you into one of the spaces and turning on the water. It was obvious you didn’t come in here to wash yourselves, judging by how quick he was on his knees and attaching his greedy mouth to your clit. Both legs thrown over his shoulders and your back pushed against the cold wall, he devoured your cunt like it was the last time he’d ever taste it.

Since it was so late at night, the gym was practically empty which meant no one was there to disturb you. Then again, it was only 35 minutes until closing so you didn’t have a lot of time before an employee came to check for any stragglers.

But that was all the time Jungkook needed.

Hands digging into the juiciness of your ass, he forced you back and forth on his cock, the tip hitting you so deep that you were sure he was rearranging your guts.

Your knees shook from the force, still a little weak from the orgasm he just ripped out of you from eating you out. Now another one was steadily building, ready to spill over like a full glass.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the recoil on your ass. He didn’t know if immediate results from squats was a thing(you sure acted like it was) but for some reason, your ass looked even better as it clapped against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby. This ass….” He groaned, swiftly bringing his hand down on it. The water caused it to sting even more but you loved it.

“Make me cum, Kookie.” You whined and who was he to deny?

His hips continued his rough pace, hands molding and squeezing at your ass as if it was a block of clay. As his head rolled to the side in pleasure, his eyes saw something, a mischievous grin that you couldn’t see spreading across his face.

Grabbing your body wash, he flipped open the cap. You were so lost in the sauce that you didn’t even hear it, too focused on the feeling of his cock jabbing into your soft spot.

Then you felt the cold gel hit your skin, a squeak of shock coming from you. You tried to turn your head to see what Jungkook was doing, only to drop it when he readjusted himself to start hitting your spot repeatedly.

“Ooooo…fuck!”

Jungkook’s wet hands rubbed the soap all around, lathering it up all across your ass until the brown of your skin was covered in soapy bubbles. “Throw it back, baby.”

Using your arms as leverage, you tossed your ass back on him as hard as you could, the clapping noises drowning out the pounding water against the tile. It was too hot and hard to breathe but neither of you cared enough to stop, those delicious highs just over the hill. Your legs burned from your workout and you knew you’d be properly sore tomorrow but the feeling of Jungkook’s cock was just too good. You’d pop some IcyHot patches on later.

“I’m bout to cum, baby.” You cried, reaching a hand back to grip one of your soapy ass cheeks. Jungkook’s hot gaze followed the bubbles as they dripped down the crack and around his cock.

He was about to cum. Hard.

Reaching out to grab your shoulder, other hand still on your ass, he drove his cock into you so fast that the seat of your ass actually hurt from how hard his pelvic bones were hitting it.

Your orgasm hit before his, your mouth dropping open in a drawn out moan as fervid pleasure rushed down your back. Jungkook still didn’t stop as you came, a second orgasm hitting you right after the first. Your knees buckled inward from the pure force but Jungkook kept you balanced, thrusting a few more times before he reached his own peak.

“Ahhh….” He groaned, filling you to the hilt as his creamy cum painted thick ropes inside you.

After regaining your breaths, Jungkook helped you stand on your weak knees. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a smooch on his lips.

“My legs hurt.” You sighed.

“Told you you have bad stamina. Ow! That hurt!” He cried, rubbing the spot where you pinched him.

“Don’t push it, Jeon. Now let’s go home so I can rest my legs.”

“But I thought you said you’d show me your stamina when we got- ow!”

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[lale-txt]

Raffle Prize: midnight hearts w/ Mihawk & gn!reader

a/n: 2nd prize for @mangekyuou (⺣◡⺣)♡* Zuk asked for a night garden date where reader proposes to Mihawk and i was on my knees for this prompt. in so many ways. this was supposed to be 1k words only but i ran a little with it. thank you for letting me write something so fluff and tender, i really loved working on this! sending kisses mwah <3

word count: 2.3k

Kuraigana Island was lonely without him. 

Mihawk had kissed you goodbye a week ago before he set sail to a warlord meeting. You knew he despised them and most of the time he simply didn‘t attend those meetings, mumbling something about how he‘d rather spend time with you in the garden, but this one was mandatory. After all his status as warlord guaranteed him and you the protection to live on this island in blissful solitude, just him, you and a few dozen baboons. It was the first place you called home.

„Let‘s have a date night once you‘re back, okay?“, you mumbled between two kisses, your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on tiptoes in the doorframe. „Let me spoil you a bit.“

“Shouldn‘t that be my turn? After leaving you here all by yourself…“ Mihawk‘s piercing eyes searched for yours and made you weak from the way he looks at you with worry, furrowed brows as he cups your face with both hands. You leaned into his touch, then pulled him down again to kiss away his sorrows.

„Well, someone‘s gotta look after the garden, right? I‘ll be alright, my love. You got my vivre card and I got yours. I bet you would be here in a heartbeat if anything happened.“

Mihawk wrapped his arms tighter around you and placed a kiss on top of your head. When you first met him you wouldn‘t have thought that he was the clingy type; he came off as distant and cold, harsh even. Sure, he had granted you shelter and took care of your wounds when you were washed up on this island, a traveling merchant being ship-wrecked. But he wasn‘t a man of many words, and those that he said to you were rather insulting then soothing, scolding you for underestimating the tides and dangers of the Grand Line.

In contrast to that he still left you breakfast on the table every morning and put out a second wine glass for you when he opened an expensive looking bottle at night before he retreated to the living room, reading a novel in his armchair, often falling asleep over it. You threw a blanket over him in return and the fire in the chimney dipped him into warm shades of red and orange, making his sharp eyes glow even more when they sleep-drunkenly crossed your gaze. Like two cats you slowly approached each other over time, giving the other one space but also seeking warmth. Once your wounds healed, you started helping him out in the garden to show your gratitude and then one day he simply handed you a key.

„This is your home, too.“

You stared at him in disbelief; over the past couple of weeks you had assumed he would simply kick you out once you were back to full health and your ship was fixed. The thought of it hurt you more than you wanted to admit, because it meant that this foolish heart of yours had already decided where it belonged to, who it belonged to. And he was standing right in front of you, irritated by the tears falling from your eyes as your fist closed around the key. Mihawk pulled you into a hug and all tension fell from your shoulders as you sank into his embrace, crying softly against his chest while your heart crumbled, only held together by a pair of strong arms and his low voice mumbling out your name, almost apologetically. 

And so you settled down and started selling produce and homemade jams and pies at a nearby farmers market twice a month instead of traveling the seas, coming home to a set table and Mihawk with an apron around his waist, treating you to dinner after a long day. Over time you both eased into a domestic routine, and one night Mihawk kissed you in the garden under the wisteria, fireflies dancing around you. It felt like a dream and sometimes it still does when you wake up next to him in the morning, tangled up in the sheets together in perfect unison.

Whenever he was gone for a warlord meeting, you would check his vivre card before bed, your heart sighing in relief when you saw it in perfect condition. Mihawk was strong, you knew you didn‘t have to worry about him, but you still felt calmer after making sure. Just in case. The world news have been rough these days and made you wonder if you could stay here in your blissful solitude forever or would be forced to relocate one day. Whatever happened, you knew Mihawk would always be by your side, protecting you.

You had no doubts about forever, but lately you found yourself thinking about his elegant hands more often, wondering what they would look like with a gold band around his ring finger, sealing the promise you gave each other without words long ago…

The next morning you wake up to the smell of pancakes and a vinyl playing softly in the background and your heart leaps in your chest, knowing your lover has returned. You kick back the covers and don‘t bother changing, just run as fast as you can down the winding stairs into the kitchen, not slowing down until you fling yourself into Mihawk‘s arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent you‘ve yearned for so long.

„Welcome home, my love“, you mumble and wrap your arms tighter around his neck. „I missed you so much.“

Mihawk hums and plasters the side of your neck with kisses until you raise your head and look at him, a gaze full of love, and lean in for a deep kiss, one that sparks a fire inside of you. You could stay like this forever, but now that he was home again you had a special date night to prepare… but first, a tower of pancakes is waiting for you.

You spend the morning talking and cuddling, having a slow breakfast together and a warm bath afterwards. Mihawk relaxes visibly when you wash his back for him, letting out a deep sigh and sinking into your embrace as you hug him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder, just two souls relieved about being reunited again. Later on, while Mihawk unpacks, it‘s your turn to take over the kitchen and prepare everything for the night. Your lover offers his help, but you gently guide him outside by his shoulders and order him to relax. You find him fast asleep on the couch soon after, an open book on his chest. He must have been more tired than he ever would admit — even more reason to spoil him tonight.

Once the sun sets, you both get dressed for the date night. Mihawk wears a white linen shirt, half unbuttoned, combined with a pair of tight black pants. It is a simple yet effective outfit and you can‘t take your eyes off his marbled figure, the sharp eyes and his hands, oh, his hands… You smile when he leans down to help you fasten your necklace, a birthday gift from him, and close your eyes when he tilts your head slightly for a kiss. Small gestures like this make your heart jump and for a second you‘re tempted to ask him right here, right now, because your love never needed grand entrances, it was stored in faint touches and the longing in his gaze across the room. 

Hand in hand you make your way to the garden and your heart beats so loudly in your chest with excitement. You feel so sure about this and yet there is always this slight fear that you‘ll wake up and realize it was all just a dream. Mihawk squeezes your hand and gives you a warm smile, almost as if he could hear your thoughts loud and clear, and you calm down a little, the warm touch of his hand in yours reassuring you that you had nothing to worry. This is the hand you will hold for as long as you dance under the same sky.

„You did all of this? You shouldn‘t have…“

Mihawk takes you in his arms and kisses the top of your head when you show him the spot you prepared, a big blanket under the wisteria, fairy lights hanging from every branch and dipping the garden into a soft, warm light. A bottle of his favorite wine and a selection of snacks which you made from scratch are ready for you to enjoy and you feel really proud of yourself when he looks at you so full of adoration. 

You both take a seat, leaning against the trunk of the old tree, shoulder to shoulder, taking the magic of the garden at night fully in. It‘s a mild night but you still scoot closer to Mihawk, craving his touch more than anything. His hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine, and you close your eyes for a moment as you let your head sink onto his shoulder. Your soul never felt more at peace.

„I love you“, you whisper into the dark and smile when he places a kiss on the back of your hand, squeezing it tighter. „You have my whole heart.“

„And you have mine.“ Mihawk kisses your forehead and you can feel him smiling against your skin. How did you get so lucky? You don‘t know the answer, but you‘re treasuring every second of this. “I never believed in fate, but when you got washed ashore at the coast… that night, I was on my knees.“ 

“And I thought you hated me“, you chuckle. „I was terrified of you. It was like your eyes stared right through me…“

„And I saw your heart. Your beautiful, golden heart. Beating, drumming, clinging onto this life so desperately. I wanted to protect it more than anything.“

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and quickly wipe them away, sighing when Mihawk cradles your face with his other hand, fingertips brushing over your skin and leaving nothing but warmth. You snuggle closer to him, embracing his touch. Your voice is soft and dripping with love when you speak.

„I knew I was in love with you when I saw you standing there in the kitchen one morning. You didn‘t notice me, or maybe you did but didn‘t let it show. And you hummed to the tune of the vinyl playing, one of my favorite songs, a cup of coffee in your hands while you waited for the eggs to cook and you looked so… peaceful. And my heart just yearned for this. For a quiet life. A simple breakfast with the one who touched my soul, handpicked flowers on the table. The absence of fear.“

You let out a surprised gasp when Mihawk wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in his lap, both of his hands cupping your face as he gently guides you to his lips. His heart beats fast under your palms when you rest your hands on his bare chest and sink deeper into the kiss. The moon shines brightly, illuminating the whole garden and it feels like everything has aligned for this moment, the vast night sky your stage. You feel a tugging on your heartstrings as you break away from his lips, seeking his gaze.

„I want to grow old with you, Mihawk. No matter what the future holds, I want us to face it, side by side, with your hand in mine. Maybe it‘s foolish and naive, but when I close my eyes, I see us in the garden and my heart feels at peace. I don‘t need much. Just you and your kisses and my heart is full already. I love you.“ You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes. „So if you feel the same… will you marry me?“

Before you can fumble for the ring in your pocket, Mihawk‘s lips crash against yours, taking your breath away. You can‘t tell how long the kiss lasts because it‘s one that makes you forget your own name and takes you into higher spheres, just two souls melting into one, no words needed to give you an answer to your question. You laugh and you cry when you pull away for an inch, lips hovering over his. Mihawk held you tight and is now reaching for your hand. 

„You beat me to it…“ Within the blink of an eye he slides a ring over your finger and brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your palm before he cradles his face in there, eyes closed. „You are all I need. You‘re my home. Let‘s share a life together and fill every day with laughter and memories sweeter than honey, my love, my everything…“

„What…?“, you stare at the ring on your finger in pure disbelief and let out a raspy laugh. Out of all scenarios you imagined this wasn‘t one of them. You felt dizzy, your whole body vibrating with pure joy. Here you are, wanting to surprise him and yet…

„Took a small detour on my way home. Do you like it?“ 

You try to hold back your tears but it‘s pointless, instead you simply take his hand and finally put a ring on his finger as well. Everything was a blur of lights and colors but you can see his heart, how bright it was shining for you, guiding you through the darkest nights into eternity, two lovers dancing upon the stars.

Forever and beyond, in this life and every life after that; for as long as you would meet under the wisteria again, hearts beating in unison.

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[plaidbooks]

Darling, may I have “snowstorms and warm cuddles” with either Helnik or Mathias with reader/an oc 🥹🥰❤️

Of course, my love! This will be Matthias x reader, and it takes place before he meets the Crows - while he's still in the drüskelle.

This also covers the Snowed in/Blizzard square in @storiesofsvu bingo!

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The wind whipped against the sides of the tent, and Matthias suppressed a shiver. It was nice and toasty within the canvas walls, a roaring fire in the center. The only opening to the outside world was the sealed entrance and the hole way up in the top of the tent, which let the fire's smoke out.

His squad had left hours ago on a recon mission; he was still salty that he had been elected to stay behind. Matthias normally led these types of missions, but he recently received a rough blow to his side during a skirmish, and he was still bruised and sore.

So, he stayed behind to protect their equipment. And with how a blizzard was stirring up outside, he knew that he'd be alone for a few days.

For a moment, the wild quieted, and the sound of snapping twigs could be heard. It only took Matthias a moment to have his rifle at the ready, his sword on his side within reach.

He waited in silence, facing the sealed entrance, body tense for battle. But all he heard was the howling wind and his own heartbeat in his ears.

Matthias barely blinked, his breath steady; in, out, in, out. There! The wind shifted and footsteps in the slush outside could be heard. Only, they seemed...sluggish. It wasn't the sound of marching troops or stealthy assassins.

It sounded like one, tired person.

Keeping his rifle at the ready, Matthias inched to the canvas door. Slowly, carefully, he cracked it open. Cold wind and snow blasted him in the face, and if he hadn't spent his entire life in Fjerda, he would've had to shake it off.

Instead, he trudged outside, aiming and looking at his surroundings. A twig snapped to his right and he whipped that direction. But instead of a soldier or Grisha, it seemed to simply be...a woman?

Matthias opened his mouth to ask you to identify yourself, but your eyes rolled back and you collapsed forward.

Dropping his rifle in the snow, he barely caught you before you landed on the ground. He only had a moment of indecision before he lifted you, carrying you back into the tent.

He laid you by the fire before going back and resealing the entrance. If this was some sort of trick, it was very believable; though you were bundled up, your visible skin was tingled blue.

If Matthias didn't find a way to warm you, you'd surely freeze to death.

Trying not to think to hard about what he was seeing, he started to undress you, throwing your cold, drenched clothes to the other side of the fire for drying. He left you in your underclothes - they were dry and kept some modesty for you.

Then, he collected every stray fur he could muster, wrapping you in them. At one point, as he was covering you with a bear-skinned blanket, he noticed that your body was shaking.

Good, he thought, the shock has worn off. She is warming.

Once piled with furs, Matthias laid down next to you. He knew you wouldn't feel his body heat with all these layers, but he wanted to hold them tighter to you.

Gently, his hands dove underneath the furs - he didn't make it to bare skin, but close enough that he could rub the furs against you, the friction creating more heat.

He wasn't sure how long he held you like this, trying to force warmth back into your body. But after a long time, you finally stirred.

"Hmm?" you hummed, voice weak.

"Just rest," Matthias replied. "You're going to need it."

You went silent so long that he figured you must've fallen back asleep. That is, until you mumbled, "thank you, sir."

A warmth that had nothing to do with furs or fire blossomed in his chest. But before he could question it, you slipped back into unconsciousness.

#matthias helvar #matthias x reader #matthias helvar x reader #six of crows #fanfic #my writing #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023

[azure-firecracker]

ATLA Live Action Episode 6: Overall Thoughts.

I have mixed feelings about this one. It made the least changes from the original, which means I have nothing really to commend it on that the original didn’t already do, but at the same time, I don’t have anything to complain about either. In isolation, it is a very good episode of television. In isolation, it’s the best episode yet, but I have a harder time crediting it because most of the good stuff in here is from the original. Onto the specifics:

This episode continued the trend I don’t love of Aang being just a vessel for cliché heroic lines. I get that the show is supposed to have a more mature tone, and maybe some of Aang’s more childish traits wouldn’t have translated well, but they could have at least put SOMETHING interesting in there.

In terms of the Aang/Roku scene, I didn’t love it. I don’t like this “the avatar must not have friends” dilemma the show is pushing. It’s tired. We’ve seen it in every fantasy show. A variation of this could work as part of Aang’s work, but it doesn’t work as his central conflict. It’s too overdone.

Also, Katara wasn’t in this episode, so I couldn’t get annoyed at them for butchering her character. Definite plus.

Another plus was June! Didn’t love her flirting with Iroh but she was fun and entertaining. Arden Cho did a wonderful job. I hope they bring her back more, she’d be a great recurring fun character to have around.

I did love all the stuff with Zuko. I loved the juxtaposition between younger, idealistic, naive Zuko and current, hardened Zuko. Even though live action Zuko is softer than animated Zuko, this episode really did a good job of showing how he has been hardened by his experiences, relative to what he once was. I liked his conversation with Aang, and how the two clearly have a connection despite their circumstances. I generally like it when those types of stories are played out in a non-romantic context because it’s so rare. A lot of the lines between them were a bit cliché, but they worked (except for the line going right into the flashback where Aang was like “You can’t have always been this way. That one was a little heavy handed).

In terms of the flashback itself:

Younger Zuko seems softer and more naive than animated Zuko, which works with the way we see Zuko here. He had a lot of good lines, especially his line about giving the weak a chance. I know some people didn’t like that he fought back against Ozai in the Agni Kai, but to me it worked. It showed that he was still trying to please his father, and just how willing he was to sacrifice his morals to do it (though not willing enough for Ozai).

Speaking of Ozai, I find it interesting how he’s portrayed here. The original show portrayed him as very uncaring, willing to banish Zuko for disobedience but not really caring if he came back. Here it almost seems like he genuinely thinks this is good parenting, like he genuinely believes this will make Zuko stronger. Obviously he’s still horrible and abusive, but I actually think it works better than the original. It goes hand in hand with how he seems to really think he’s doing the right thing for the world with the FN (because newsflash…that’s what imperialism is!) A villain who really thinks they’re right is always more interesting than one who just wants power and is horrible. I think they could do interesting things with him and I’m intrigued.

Iroh was really sweet in this episode. I liked that he tried to stop Ozai from having the Agni Kai, and that he was with Zuko afterwards. It always puzzled me why he didn’t do that in the first place, and while Iroh having flaws makes sense (he should have flaws!) that particular flaw didn’t seem right, so I liked that addition.

And rounding out the fire family flashback (haha alliteration!) we have Azula. She didn’t really do anything here but the bangs were a great choice! I found it a bit weird that the camera kept zooming in on her expression during Zuko’s burning, but her expression was very neutral. It’s another change I like from the original. I think Azula smiling in the original works and is super interesting, but this show is clearly taking steps to make her more humanized right off the bat, which I appreciate as an Azula stan who has to deal with…many people who don’t see her as human. I’m not sure what to make of her expression, but I did notice that it’s the same one she used when Ozai burned the spy in episode 3 (good job Lizzy Yu!) It seems like a mix of fear and joy and detachment, like she’s trying to relish it but also she knows it could happen to her, but she doesn’t want to admit that, and also she just wants to detach from what’s happening. It can be interpreted in many ways!

One minor thing: I didn’t like that this Agni Kai was outside. The really dark, all red, fiery throne room looked a lot more menacing. And they literally already have that set! Having it outside made it look so much more mundane.

Back to the present:

Blue Spirit escape sequence was great! Again, basically torn from the original so no surprise there. I appreciate that they didn’t feel the need to change everything, and the mask looked great. I also loved Iroh’s last line about the mask being the real you. That’s a theme that could come back for a number of characters (Aang, Zuko, Katara, Azula, Mai and Ty Lee…) And I did get this spoiled, but the addition of Zuko’s crew being the 41st was great. Lovely. Super sweet. A wonderful way to pull at the heartstrings.

I’ll give this episode a 9/10. A very strong episode of television, but I can’t give it a 10 because the strongest stuff is plucked from the OG.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #natla #atla live action #atla stream of consciousness #aang #roku #katara #zuko #iroh #ozai #azula #june atla

[happyk44]

Thinking about the first time Kazuki grabs Rei to evacuate him from a dangerous situation. He's pinned down by bullets flying. He doesn't care though. He'll either accomplish the kill or die trying. But the target is getting away, being rushed into the nearest car by bodyguards while an array of other hulking frames stand nearby firing at the spot Rei just ducked behind. He's not sure how long until the table gives way and one of the bullets makes its way through.

He's been shot before. It'll be fine. Win or die trying.

But then there's a blast. Smoke fills the vicinity. The gunshots pause while confused voices shout. Rei peers over the edge of the fallen table bench and fires one shot, two shots, then three.

The target drops with a guttural choke. Rage hits the people surrounding him. Rei wonders for a moment what it must feel like to be that devoted to someone. If it were him, he'd leave. His boss is dead. What's the point in shooting anymore? He'd simply go to whatever equivalent of Kyu they use to find new work.

He can't leave now though. He's still pinned down, and he's out of bullets and out of guns. There is no escape. Whatever. He still won.

Someone shouts behind him. He peeks over the edge of the table. Is that-

Kazuki catches someone in the stomach with a large branch then throws down another smoke bomb before they can stop him. The guns are firing again but it's confused shooting, unsure of where to aim. Rei stands up, ready to take his leave when he's grabbed.

Blonde hair sweeps into view and then his lungs give out as a muscles shoulder hits his chest with a rough heave. Kazuki doesn't skip a beat, bursting around the table, and through smoke with thick goggles. Rei falls into the backseat of the van. Kazuki dives headfirst into the front seat.

Pings hit the side of the van. Glass shatters, but then they're gone, roaring down a dirt path with ease. Kazuki is muttering angrily about the plan and Rei's lack of listening skills. Rei tunes it out, trying to focus on the breath in his lungs.

When they first met, Kyu had been specific about Kazuki's set of skills - intelligence, planning, the type of guy who would poison instead of shoot.

The type of person his father would sneer at. Weak. A little pathetic.

But he'd just hefted Rei over his shoulder and hustled through smoke filled air like it was nothing. Warmth fills Rei's stomach at the thought. It spreads high to his chest, sinking like smoke into his lungs.

Thick hands grabbing him around the waist. The air rushing around his head. The hard hit against Kazuki's shoulder. The fact that even now his breathing was barely laboured. Just muttering. Just annoyed.

Rei coughs. The warmth doesn't leave.

"Next time, listen to me, idiot," Kazuki snaps as he ruffles through the glove box and throws Rei an inhaler. "Use this. It'll help clear out the smoke."

It does help. But the warmth stays.

Rei sits up and stares through the crack between the driver's seat and the front passenger seat. Kazuki's hands are gripping the steering wheel. He can see them both easily. See how they flex as Kazuki turns the wheel seamlessly and they smoothly slide into the highway. How his sleeves have ridden up his arms, showing strength and muscles that are quietly relaxing as they blend into traffic.

Rei stares unabashedly.

The warmth fades by the next morning. But when it happens again a couple months later, Kazuki's arm catching him around the waist as he runs across a rooftop, a dozen or so people chasing them, the warmth comes back. It hits his chest as Kazuki hefts him up, dragging his legs around his waist. Rei steadies one hand on Kazuki's shoulder, the other on his handgun, firing.

Kazuki leaps over a gap and hits the other rooftop without a stumble. The lift feels like flying. His hair tickles Rei's chin. His grip around Rei's waist goes tighter, one hand pressed against his neck, protective.

The warmth stays much longer this time.

Rei doesn't mind.

#happy talks buddy daddies #kazurei #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #buddy daddies #my writing #my fanfic

[otmaaromanovas]

OTMA's personalities according to Colonel Evgeny Stepanovich Kobylinsky

Kobylinsky is a fascinating inividual, here is a short summary of his life: Colonel Kobylinsky was employed by the Provisional Government and oversaw the Romanovs during their captivity in the Alexander Palace and Tobolsk. He was eventually replaced due to being viewed as not strict enough, and enabling their desires for activity and entertainment. Unusually, he went on to join the White Army in 1918, until he was captured and sent to a concentration camp. In order to escape the camp, he traded his freedom for a position in the Red Army. He eventually married Klavdia Mikhailovna Bitner, friend and tutor to OTMAA. Together they had one son. In 1927 he was accused of being part of a 'monarchical conspiracy' against the Soviet State and was executed by firing squad. Bitner was also arrested under a similar charge ten years later, and executed. Their son, Innokenty Evgenievich, was orphaned aged seventeen. He was drafted into the Red Army, and fought against the Nazi invasion.

"The Grand Duchess Olga was a nice looking young blonde, about twenty-three; her type was Russian. She was fond of reading, capable and mentally well developed; spoke English well and German badly. She had some talent for art, played the piano, sang, (she learned singing in Petrograd; her voice was soprano), and she painted well. She was very modest and did not care for luxury.

Her clothes were modest and she restrained her sisters from extravagance in dress. She gave altogether the impression of a good, generous-hearted Russian girl. It looked as if she had had some sorrows in her life and still carried traces of it. It seemed to me that she loved her father more than she loved her mother. She also loved her brother, and called him "The Little One" or "The Baby.

The Grand Duchess Tatiana was about twenty. She was quite different from her sisters. You recognised in her the same features that were in her mother — the same nature and the same character. You felt that she was the daughter of an emperor. She had no liking for art. Maybe it would have been better for her had she been a man. When the emperor and empress left Tobolsk nobody would ever have thought that the Grand Duchess Olga was the senior of the remaining members of the imperial family. If any questions arose it was always Tatiana who was appealed to. She was nearer to her mother than the other children; and it seemed that she loved her mother more than her father.

The Grand Duchess Maria was eighteen ; she was tall, strong, and better looking than the other sisters. She painted well and was the most amiable. She always used to speak to the soldiers, questioned them, and knew very well the names of their wives, the number of their children, and the amount of land owned by the soldiers. All the intimate affairs in such cases were always known to her. Like the Grand Duchess Olga, she loved her father more than the rest. On account of her simplicity and affability she was given the pet name by the family of "Mashka." And by this term she was called by her brother and by her sisters.

The Grand Duchess Anastasia, I believe, was seventeen. She was over-developed for her age; she was stout and short, too stout for her height; her characteristic feature was to see the weak points of other people and to make fun of them. She was a comedian by nature and always made everybody laugh. She preferred her father to her mother and loved Maria Nicholevna more than the other sisters.

All of them, including Tatiana, were nice, modest and innocent girls. There is no doubt they were cleaner in their thoughts than the majority of girls nowadays.

The czarevitch was the idol of the whole family. He was only a child and his characteristic features were not yet worked out. He was a very clever, capable and lively boy. He spoke Russian, French and English, and did not know a word of German.

In general, I could say about the whole imperial family that they all loved each other and were so satisfied with their family life that they did not need nor look for intercourse with other people. Never before in my life have I seen, and probably never again shall I see, such a good, friendly and agreeable family."

SOURCE: The Last Days of the Romanovs, published 1920, George Gustav Telberg, Robert Wilton, Nikolai Sokolov, ch. Examination of E. S. Kobylinsky

PHOTOS: Colonel Kobylinsky, dates unknown. Arrest photograph of Klavdia Mikhailovna Kobylinskaya, formerly Bitner, shortly before her execution

#Ipatiev House #Ekaterinburg #Alexander Palace #captivity #romanovs #OTMA #sources #descriptions #Olga Nikolaevna #Tatiana Nikolaevna #Maria Nikolaevna #Anastasia Nikolaevna #Colonel Kobylinski #Klaudia Bitner #Klavdia Bitner #Alexei Nikolaevich

[lodgeofeilhart]

Hiyaaa, have you seen the Banished with Myanna? There is a scene in the first episodes where she gets badly whipped and an idea popped in my mind, what if in the 2nd season of the Witcher the Brotherhood decided that Yennefer's punishment for using the fire magic should be 10 hits? Buttt! Tissaia makes a deal with Stragebor not to get Yen involved so Tissaia would get punished for her? And later Yennefer finds Tissaia lying on her bed with her back bleeding, Yen is in shock and is quickly is there to patch and heal Tissaia and after she stays with her. However Tissaia feels really weak and wants to Yen to leave because of her state but Yennefer refuses and they argue and it slips from Tissaia's mouth that she loves Yen so much that she'll bleed for her? And finally Yennefer realizes that those hits where meant for her and she can't hold the sob and starts crying. Finally fluff and them holding each other together... Is there any chance you can write this one shot please🙏🏻

Hi!! :) I wasn't planning on doing requests, but I actually liked your idea. I've never seen the movie Banished, but I'm curious; I'd probably skip the whipping scene as I cannot bear to watch her hurt/suffer. That's why the ending of The Witcher season 3 never happened; I mean, whoever says it did, saw the wrong ending! 😂

I truly hope you love this little one-shot. Thank you for considering and asking me to write it. It's absolutely heart-warming, and I appreciate it immensely. ❤️

“Yennefer of Vengerberg must be reprimanded for using fire magic,” Stregobor yells without hesitation. All the other members of the brotherhood turn to him with questioning stares; however, Tissaia, her eyes burning with utmost rage as she glared at the man.

“So you mean to reprimand her, even though she saved us?” Tissaia huffs in disbelief. The stares and glares she's receiving from her fellow chapter members are the exact opposite of what she had hoped she'd receive. "She saved us―” she calls out desperately.

“She is to be treated as any who do not abide by the rules; fire magic is prohibited.” 

“What do you suppose we do, Stregobor,” Vilgevortz asks, and Tissaia’s eyes dart at him. Were they really considering this?

“I believe ten hits with a whip should be―”

“You must be joking!” Tissaia scoffs, “We are resorting to corporal punishment now? Yennefer of Vengerberg bought us some time against Nilfgaard, and you wish to whip her? Is this something you derive pleasure from? Seeing a woman bent over for you?” Her mocking words cause Stregobor's face to turn bright red with fury.

“All in favor, say aye.” Except for Tissaia, Vilgevortz, and Artorius, the other brotherhood members all said “Aye!” in unison. Tissaia was shocked while looking around the room,

“Whip me!” She exclaimed without a second thought,

“Excuse me?” Stregobor inquires, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

“You heard me; I said whip me. Not her.”

“It never ceases to amaze me how far you will go for your pet, Tissaia. I have no objections; you will follow me and suffer her punishment.”

****

Stregobor seemed to revel in the fact that Tissaia's back was covered in lacerations, yet she refused to show him any sign of distress. No amount of pain or suffering could cause her to cry, scream, or allow a single tear to drop. She refused to give this perverted, degenerate of a man satisfaction of seeing her breaking down. 

Each strike was delivered with exact precision, as if he had wanted to hit the same exact spot twice, intensifying the pain for the older woman. Her breaths were short and shallow; at least he was at seven hits with only three more to go. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, jaw clenched. 

Gripping the desk tightly, her knuckles turned white; all she could think about was Yennefer. How much she loved her and how she would do anything to keep her safe from any type of harm. She could feel the droplets of blood running down her back as Stegobor's whip hit her one last time. 

As he moved to stand beside Tissaia, the man placed the whip down on the desk in front of her. His eyes swept across her face, “I hope she’s worth it.”

****

"Tissaia?" Yennefer rapped on the Rectoress's door, her curiosity getting the better of her. Not having seen the older woman at dinner, she felt obligated to check in with the woman. "Are you there, Tissaia?"

'Where in the world are you?' Yennefer muttered angrily to herself, pounding her fist against the door. When still no answer came, the raven-haired sorceress flicked her wrist, and the door unlocked. 

When her hand met the door nob, she turned it slightly to the right, and the door screeched as she pushed it opened slightly, causing the sorceress to wince. She peered through the small opening, and Yennefer surveyed the older woman's quarters before stepping inside. "Tissaia?" she called out, her voice echoing through the room.

“Yennefer…” Tissaia's voice was faint as she spoke her name, and Yennefer instantly shifted her gaze to the bed. Tissaia was lying face down with her back completely exposed, bloody, and mangled from the wounds.

The raven-haired sorceress rushed to the woman’s side, her heart pounding against her chest. What in the gods had happened? “Tissaia?” she called, her voice shaking. Her hands trembled; however, they immediately hovered above the older woman's wounds in order to heal them. She'd never been an expert in healing spells, but it didn't matter; all that mattered was getting Tissaia's lacerations healed. The last thing the older woman needed was an infection.

The gashes healed after several minutes, and Tissaia turned to her side. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Tissaia, what happened? Who did this to you?” The older woman struggled to keep her eyes open, and when Yennefer moved herself onto the bed beside her, Tissaia objected immediately. “I am not a child, Yennefer; I don’t need to be coddled,” The older woman snaps. Feeling humiliated to have been so exposed in such a degrading way to the raven-haired sorceress. “Thank you for healing me, but you can go―”

“Like hell, I’m leaving. Tell me who did this to you!” Yennefer declared firmly, 

“Why, why do you care, Yennefer? You’ll be leaving soon anyways, off to find your lover, the Witcher,” Tissaia spat out her words like venom as they left her mouth, and Yennefer couldn't help but flinch.

“Why are you upset at me?” The sorceress asks calmly, “I only wish to know who did this to you and why,” 

“I do not wish to tell you, Yennefer, now please, just go!”

“No!” Yennefer shouts, and this time, it’s Tissaia’s turn to flinch, “You say you’re not a child, so stop acting like one―”

“Stregobor! Stregobor is to blame for this! Because I would rather suffer a thousand harsh beatings until there's no more skin left on my back and bleed out than let anything happen to you.”

“What?” Yennefer’s eyes water as they dart between Tissaia’s 

Tissaia whispers in a low voice, full of emotion, as tears slide down her face. "I would do anything for you," 

“Move,” Yennefer says, and Tissaia doesn't have the energy to fight. When she did, Yennefer moved under the blankets, and Tissaia complied when motioned for her to come closer. She nestled her face comfortably, lying gently on Yennefer's chest.

“He whipped you?” 

“Yes,”

“And this was meant for me?”

“Yennefer,” Tissaia sighs,

“Was it?” 

“Yes,” Was all the woman said. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough of an answer, and Yennefer slightly shifts in order to look down at the older woman. When Tissaia exhales an exasperated breath, she moves into a sitting position beside Yennefer. “He called a meeting, saying you needed to be punished for using fire magic. When the vote came, all except for three voted in agreement, and you were to be whipped ten times.” Yennefer’s eyes widen. “I took your place―”

“Why?” 

“Because, as I said, I would rather suffer a thousand―”

“Tissaia, why?” The raven-haired sorceress demands. 

“Because I love you.” She whispered, “I always have, I know you don’t feel the same, and I’ve accepted that―”

The next thing Tissaia felt were Yennefer's lips against her own, and Tissaia was unable to stop; she returned the kiss with an intense passion, and when Yennefer's tongue slid across Tissaia's lower lip, demanding entrance, Tissaia immediately obliged. The raven-haired sorceress didn't waste any time teasing her; she slipped the tip of her tongue inside Tissaia's awaiting mouth. As if in reply, Tissaia allowed Yennefer deeper access to explore further inside what very soon turned into an even more passionate kiss, both women gasping for breath.

Yennefer's tongue caressed Tissaia's hungrily, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from the older woman. But suddenly, Tissaia pulled back and shook her head, “Stop, wait,” Yennefer immediately ceased her movements and stared at Tissaia with concern. "I cannot continue this― I won't let myself be hurt by your leaving again; I will not!"

“Tissaia, all I ever wanted was you; you’re everything to me.” The raven-haired sorceress said before wrapping her arms around Tissaia in a tight embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” She finally whispered as they both laid back down. Yennefer held Tissaia in her arms for a long while, offering her the love and affection they had each so desperately yearned for.

#tissaia x yennefer #tissaia de vries #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher tissaia #yennaia fanfic #yennefer of vengerberg #one shot fanfiction

[pupstim]

btw with how Bad is tugging around Rusty this would 100% be how he acts with A1, the qsmp A1 egg tumblr has adopted. I don't think he'd lead them to spawn or anything but he would just lead that child once he sees she's not turning into the code and just drag her with him someplace safe.

Someone brought up that A1 wouldn't be shy or anything but most likely confused and feral and I just love that. She would not be expecting Bad to help her when she hid behind him but he did but now she doesn't know if she should trust him and tries to run. He just lasso's her though and watches her for an hour or two all the while she's hissing at him.

A1 would be so confused, smacking him with whatever she could get her claws on and shooting arrows at him all the while he just takes it and keeps walking with her in the same calm voice not even reacting to her lashing out and hurting him and it only confuses A1 more. Where was the potions of weakness, where was the threats of shocks or muzzles or collars, where was the lava for when they were bad.

He doesn't do any of that instead still talking to her in the same gentle voice stopping at a clearing that would be a safe distance away from the Federation employees. They stop at a small clearing with a little river and I think it's the river that gets A1 to stop struggling so much. It's full of all this aquatic life and so much sea grass, A1 has never seen anything like it. During the distraction Bad builds her a little hut because he's not going to just leave her there. He doesn't know exactly what she is but she's not acting like how Bad knows the code disguised egg acts. She's not tried to type to him at all, instead doing her best to get away from him and she was already covered in these awful cracks nothing like the eggs Bad knows. He's still cautious though keeping his distance but all she does is watch the fish swim.

It breaks his heart so when he gently pushes A1 into the reinforced wood hut he built for her, he also scoops up a couple of fish for her, making a small little pond in the home to put the fish in with some kelp and glowstone so she can watch them swim.

And he just... keeps her there, they are both so confused at one another because A1 keeps expecting the violence and experiments to begin again but Bad is just so gentle with her, he keeps doing these odd things with her, making food with her, singing songs, telling stories, taking her out and adventuring with her, going to the ocean when she is naturally drawn there and taking her to a dripstone cave once where she found a brown Axolotl that she calls Steak. And Bad is confused because he keeps expecting the horrific code to burst forth, killing him taking his items or demand to be taken to Dapper and Pomme, but instead A1 just usually sits there quietly with her fish, usually keeping one hand in the water to feel them nibble, she looks to him so distrustfully and he has to keep the lasso on her when they go out because she tries to bolt first chance and maybe he should just let her go because yea the code but the thought of this little egg with these awful burnt looking cracks just wandering around out there alone just screams against his dad egg instincts. He can't do it, so instead he just... keeps her.

He keeps her and bonds with her, leading to him giving her more gifts, usually different plants or animals or food. She doesn't seem to like fighting, more interested in swimming or exploring, reminding him of Dapper with how much she goes after animals once they begin to trust one another more. And eventually he forgets to Lasso her when they go out but she sticks by his side and it just continues to grow from there. He teaches her to build, good block type and when he finds out that she can't write or read? He dedicates a whole hour to just teaching her. He makes sure she always has fire resistance potions on her and when they rarely go caving he walks ahead to make sure to take out any lava she might see. He begins to love and trust A1 and she begins to love and trust him in turn and the final nail in the coffin is when he tells her a story of her siblings and how crazy they are and it just.. clicks for her. She's never going back to the facility, she's never going to get hurt again or be experimented on again. She has siblings, she has a family, she has a DAD. And she bursts into tears over this because she went from drowning in lava to being surrounded by the most intricate beautiful aquarium with moss, dripstone leaves and so many flowers her and Bad picked out together. She went from having nothing to having everything and it was all because of him.

Bad of course freaks out about her crying trying to ask her what's wrong but she just calls him Dad and it just clicks for him too. Then they're both crying and hugging one another in the home they built together. And Bad would name her Lovely, gotta keep the adjective naming theme going.

I think after that Lovely would still be nervous about meeting her siblings, but she would devote so much time and energy into working with Bad to make perfect rooms for them in her home. It's her home and she wants to share it with all her siblings.

Dapper and Pomme would of course know something is up, maybe thats how they find out about Lovely, they follow Bad one day and find this little hut with a mystery sibling. Maybe they know something is up with them a little weary at first and Lovely is so scared because Bad is busy with something and she's got two new people here all of a sudden. But I think they would know that this is just another egg, not a code. And then Dapper and Pomme would look to one another, roll their eyes because OF COURSE their dad adopted another egg. And they introduce themselves talking to Lovely asking about them and Lovely gets to show off the rooms she designed for them both.

Bad comes back to a hut with 2 more kids than he left it and his kids would give him so much shit for not telling them he got another egg. They're all joking of course and Lovely gets pulled into it as well, and its just... They're a family, she has a family. She has a family!

She has a family that protects her and loves her and won't let anything bad happen to her. They eventually convince her to go to the main island to meet everyone else and Bad swears he won't let the federation take her. And he doesn't, the first time Cucurucho spots Lovely and comes towards her, Bad is suddenly there, being loud and obnoxious as always and when Cucurucho tries to ask about Lovely he begins to throw shade onto cucurucho for forgetting her. Lovely hung out with Cucurucho so much, has given Cucurucho so many flowers and fish and omg Cucurucho says they want to take care of the islanders but can't be bothered to remember their favorite egg. He gaslights that bear so much that cucurucho leaves, absolutely convinced that they have seen Lovely before, and Lovely has always been there, and they've gotten so many gifts from Lovely. He's got pictures to prove it!

Bad doesn't say a word of this to the other parents but somehow they all just know, they all know that that is OUR EGG. Bad tries to introduce Lovely and say my egg and the other islanders are like, nope Our Egg. And Lovely finds themselves with like 20 more parents and just as many siblings it feels like.

There are still some days that they need to be left alone, huddled in their hut, one hand in the fish tank to just keep themselves present. Days they can't seem to get their legs to stop shaking, can't even look at lava at all, needs to be constantly splashing themselves with fire resist potions. But those days are getting fewer and further apart, and she knows as well that her family is right there with her, keeping her company in her hut, covering up lava, hugging and holding her steady when she can't seem to stand, giving her fire resist potions and always always there to give her hugs and love. She just... has a family and a future now.

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sorry for the rambling but god this got away from me, if you like this then please go check out @qsmprambling ! They came up with the idea first and their post on it is so good (click here for it)

@shadowfloofster is writing a fully fleshed story too so make sure to keep an eye on them :)

#qsmp A1 #q!badboyhalo #egg A1 #Hi sorry i was trying to write a little blurb but it ran away from me #it turned into a full fic #i love them so much all of them #scrungling qsamp A1 and Bbh in my mind #qsmprambling I used a lot of your ideas hope u don't mind