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piichuu · 7 months

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♡ SAVE YOUR TEARS - NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS: getting a new customer at the bakery won’t lead to anything, right?

WARNINGS: possible spoilers for the shibuya arc, gojo doesn’t get sealed, mentions of blood, food, angst, fluff, f!reader, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

NOTES: this is a fic to thank you for 1k followers, so i hope you will enjoy it! thank you @anqelically for beta reading <3 reblogs and feedback is appreciated <3333

the sun is shining through the windows while people are sitting outside the building with cups of coffee in their hands together with different pastries. some have bought bread to eat later as they finally reach their homes again. while they are enjoying the sun that won’t shine so bright as autumn truly arrives, you are standing behind the counter of the bakery, taking orders from customers and handing them what it is they want.

to your help, a co-worker is making the drinks so you can focus on taking orders. the bread is freshly baked by you while the pastries have been made by a few other workers who were there earlier in the morning. the number of customers has increased over time as it’s becoming late afternoon and most are on their way home from work, wanting to eat something on their way home.

you’re busy handing a customer a bag of bread that you barely notice the man who enters the bakery with dark circles painting the color under his eyes. he is wearing a blue shirt with a pair of jeans, as well as a tie with a pattern you don’t often see on that sort of clothing. it almost looks like a leopard print. he is barely smiling either, just walking inside the small building and towards the counter with that stoic face of his.

it is only when he actually reaches the counter that you finally notice him. the customer you were previously talking to has now left and the blonde man has suddenly turned his gaze to you, his expression barely changing. “hello! how can i help you?” you ask, sounding as cheerful as you possibly can after working for already five hours. the man seems to have done the same, if not longer. he doesn’t seem to be able to wear a cheerful act though as a smile doesn’t even appear on his lips. “could i maybe have some bread? the sourdough, please.”

you give him a quick nod before grabbing a plastic bag where you put the bread he has requested. he is patiently waiting on the other side of the counter, glancing towards you every once in a while, but also looking around the small area where different kinds of people are sitting, talking about their day with one another, gossiping and laughing. he, on the other hand, is visibly exhausted. the bags under his eyes almost seem to become more evident after you finally hand him the bag of bread. he grabs it and reaches for the money lying in his wallet.

“thank you, have a good day, sir!” you give him a sweet smile and he nods, forcing yet another smile in response. “you too,” he puts his wallet back in his jeans pocket and leaves the building with the bag of bread in hand.

you watch as he leaves, following his figure until he is no longer in sight. “when has someone that handsome ever walked in here?” your co-worker asks, letting out a chuckle as he also watches the man leave. you look towards the boy who’s the same age as you, giving him a smile and giggling quietly. “never, good thing he didn’t speak too much or i would have fallen in love with him.” “me too, who could not fall in love with him?”

as you have finally ended your shift for the day and are now cooking dinner for yourself at home, the man from earlier keeps making his appearance in your memories. he was different than most people you met, even though he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. his demeanor was rather calm even if he seemed tired and sometimes frustrated. all of his movements were gentle and he wasn’t stressing you to get the bread for him any faster.

if he came there more often, perhaps your work days would have more fun in them. they begin to grow boring eventually, especially now that you live in the same apartment as where the small bakery has its place, only a few floors above it. it’s almost as if you’re stuck to work on a constant basis, but it was your choice to move, knowing you were gonna be in the same building as your work.

it is already beginning to become dark outside. autumn is drawing closer and the days are getting cooler. the leaves are slowly but surely making their way off the trees to land on the ground, painting the roads orange and yellow.

walking to the grocery store after work will no longer be an option as it will already be dark when your shifts have ended. instead, you will have to do it in the morning or on the weekend, all to not risk being kidnapped or possibly killed. not that anyone is out after you, but the amount of news about women being attacked at night has reached you now more than ever. it almost seems as if the crime rate has increased these past few months, so you don’t dare take any risks.

as the night comes closer, the time to go to bed is slowly creeping up and as you lay in bed with your eyes closed, the man from earlier is still stuck in your mind. how come he can’t leave your mind alone after one single meeting? why is his face now imprinted in your brain, not allowing you to ever forget him?

the next day, early in the morning as you’re once again standing by the counter, someone walks through the door. it isn’t often there are people coming in this early as they are often hurrying to work and don’t have the time to stop and buy anything, but the familiar blonde who is now wearing a pair of glasses that almost look like goggles walks in. he is wearing a white suit with a blue shirt underneath, still with the tie that is so unusual from many others.

you watch as he comes up to the counter, still with bags under his eyes but also a genuine smile playing on his lips as he most likely hasn’t been at work yet to grow too frustrated. “hello sir! what do you want today?” you ask with a smile that reflects his own. for a quick second, he looks at the alternatives he has before turning his attention to you. “some banana bread would be nice, please,” he replies and you begin to prepare a bag for where you’ll put the requested item.

“on your way to work?” you speak while putting the bread in the bag, trying to start a conversation with the rather quiet man.

he nods, letting out a quiet sigh before receiving the bag from you and reaching for his wallet to pay. “yes, i went a little early today to get something to eat beforehand,” he says while handing you the right amount of cash. you take the money and put it with the few other bits of coins you’ve gotten this early in the morning. “good luck then, have a good day,” you keep the smile on your face as he does the same. “you too, have a good day.”

the tall man continues to enter the bakery every other day. sometimes he’s there in the morning before work, sometimes he’s there afterward with droopy eyes and furrowed eyebrows. those days when he isn’t there, you can’t help but look out the window in hopes for him to enter before your shift ends. his presence itself may not feel special to others, but there is something about him that causes your heart to beat extra quickly.

it is now turning into the evening as you’re behind the counter, soon ready to close the shop, but you stop yourself from putting the leftover pastries and bread to bring home as someone enters the door, it’s him.

the blonde man who is no longer a new customer steps inside, his breathing rapid while walking up to the counter. “i’m sorry, have you closed yet? i ran late from work, i hurried here as fast as i could,” he explains and you flash him a slight smile. “we don’t have much left, you can take the bread we have left if you want, i’ll take as much as i would for just one piece.”

the man shakes his head. “i’ll pay for all of them,” he hands you money to pay for the bread and waits for you to put them all in a bag for him. “have you been working all day?”

you look up at him for a quick second before continuing to put the bread in their bags. “since 12, so not for too long. have you had a long day at work?” you ask and he shrugs his shoulders, giving you a smile as you hand him the bag with different types of bread. “it’s been shorter than the usual, but it’s still exhausting,” he admits.

“well, thank you for coming here and buying from us again,” you say as he puts his wallet back into his suit pocket. “the bread is wonderful, i will have to taste the pastries one day as well. do you bake them yourself?” he asks, getting a chuckle out of you and a shake of head. “i do bake, but not by myself. i can’t take all the credit.”

he smiles softly and nods in acknowledgment. ��well, i have to go now. thank you for the bread…” he speaks, trying to come up with a name, one that he hasn’t yet been told. “it’s y/n,” you say and he chuckles lightly before opening his mouth to speak again. “thank you for the bread, y/n. i’m nanami kento,” is the last thing he says before leaving the bakery, and you alone with your own thoughts.

nanami kento, that’s his name, maybe you can call him by his name the next time he comes back. that smile that was displayed on his lips is imprinted on your mind and the thought of him talking to you for much longer than usual causes your heart to beat quicker than before.

but now, you really do have to close the bakery. you’ve already gone into overtime, something you cannot complain about since nanami kento was the reason for the delay. you’re quick to put all the leftovers into a plastic bag before you begin to clean the tables and floor. it is now completely dark outside, but you have nothing to worry about as you only have to walk through the back door to get to the stairs that lead to your apartment. but who said that all dangers are lurking outside, and not inside?

the lights begin to flicker as you have just finished cleaning and you look up towards the ceiling, tilting your head in confusion as they haven’t acted like this before, but maybe they’re running out of energy? shrugging your shoulders, you start to gather your things to go upstairs, but as you’re about to open the door to the staff-only room, it’s locked. you were able to open it just an hour ago. how can the door now suddenly be locked without anyone other than you using it?

your hands tremble against the handle as you keep trying to open the door, but it doesn’t work. “what the fuck?” you mumble to yourself, looking out the windows to only be met by darkness. the street lamps have also stopped working and suddenly, all lights inside the bakery shut off, leaving you in complete darkness. that’s when the panic starts to really set in.

you rush towards the exit, but even that door is locked, there is no way out and no way in. how did this happen? nanami could leave just minutes ago without struggling, so why can’t you?

as you now look up towards the ceiling, it almost looks like slime that’s moving around, slowly dripping off the wood. the slime however does have a face, a face with two eyes, and a mouth. you let out a loud scream, running away from the counter as it suddenly drops from the ceiling, now ruining the floor of where you were previously standing and the counter together with the glass where all the pastries and bread usually are.

it begins moving towards you, crushing every chair in its way, causing you to back into a corner with no way out. as if that wasn’t bad enough, something suddenly crashes through the roof, seeming to have fallen all the way from the top of the building to down here.

tears stream down your face as the thing that looks like slime comes closer, speaking incoherent words as the thing that crashed through the ceiling is breaking everything inside the bakery with all its might. things are set on fire, even the apartments above the bakery. there is nothing you can do other than scream and cry, you could try to crush a window, but with one strange creature surrounding you and another running around like a maniac, there is no way you could get to the window without dying.

your eyes are clouded with tears while looking around the room. will this be how you die? in a bakery you’ve worked in for years and right under your apartment? there is no way you can die here, but how will you get out? how could you possibly survive with these creatures roaming around in the same room as you. why are they even here in the first place? are they out to get you? but why? or are they just here randomly?

you close your eyes shut as the slime-like creature comes even closer and you hide your face behind your hands as if that would help, but suddenly, there are sounds of glass shattering and then yelps and screams that don’t sound human can be heard.

once again, you open your eyes to look at the non-humans being sliced to death by a tall man with blonde hair. it can’t be him, right? he’s wearing a beige suit with a blue shirt underneath and those glasses he’s wearing are goggle-like. it is him, nanami kento.

he’s quick to slice the now dead creatures into pieces before reaching for your hand, grabbing it to rush you out of the bakery as quickly as possible. he doesn’t even turn his head, his gaze is stuck straight ahead as the only goal at the moment is to get you out safe and sound.

the entire building is burning, all the way up to your apartment. the bakery can no longer be saved either and you look at it with wide eyes as more tears gather in the corner of them, this time not because you are near death, but because you are currently losing your home.

you fall onto your knees, exhausted from the panic but also because the sight of your home burning down is overbearing. “are you injured?” nanami suddenly asks while crouching down so he can put his hand on your shoulder and get a better look of you. he receives a shake of the head as tears are streaming down your face. “what-what do i do now?” you look up at him with bloodshot eyes, reaching for his wrist to hold onto. “my home is gone…”

he looks at you and then towards the building that is currently falling apart. sounds of fire trucks can be heard in the distance as they must have noticed the immense smoke. “your home? do you live here?” you nod and take a shaky breath as reality is slowly starting to hit you. you don’t have a home anymore. “they took it from me. what even are they? they weren’t human, why were they trying to kill me?”

nanami sighs and wraps an arm around your waist so you can cry into his chest. “i will explain that when we get home to my place. you’ll get to stay with me now if that is okay? i won’t let you be homeless,” he murmurs while stroking your back up and down. “it’s all gone,” you whisper as the apartment building is burning down quicker than any fire has ever spread. there is no way the firemen will be able to save this.

“i know, so let’s go to my place so you don’t have to watch it further,” nanami grabs your wrist and helps you stand up, putting an arm behind your back to keep you steady while your legs are wobbly and mind unstable from the shock you’re currently going through.

your home was completely destroyed in the matter of a few seconds, your workplace no longer exists. it’s as if your entire life just vanished in front of your eyes, but you can’t stand here any longer.

the tears don’t seem to stop as nanami helps you walk further away from the fire. his gaze only tears away from you when he needs to look forward, making sure you won’t walk straight into something, but on the walk home to his place, his eyes are mostly stuck to you. he doesn’t say a word, aware of the fact that you probably won’t listen to anything he says at this moment.

your eyes are still wide in shock as nanami leads you up to his apartment and opens the door for you. it’s not a big place, but it’s neat and it almost looks like it was cleaned just today. “it’s not much, but i have a bedroom where you can sleep and lots of food in the fridge. i’ll go see if i can find something in my wardrobe that you can wear,” the blonde beside you speaks as he closes the door behind him and takes off his shoes.

he looks towards you as you aren’t responding to him just yet. you’re still staring straight forward with big eyes, so nanami puts a hand on your shoulder and flashes you a kind smile. “i know it must be difficult with everything that has happened in such a short while, but you’ll be safe here and i have no troubles with having you here. if you however don’t feel comfortable i can help you find another place to stay,” he explains and more tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes before you throw your arms around him and cry against his shirt.

“thank you, thank you so much for helping me. you never had to do any of this,” you mumble as nanami grows stiff by the sudden action, but he soon begins to relax and strokes your hair gently. “it’s okay, i want to make sure you’re safe.”

he carefully moves out of your grip and leads you to the bedroom where he begins to search through his wardrobe. “i don’t have a lot, but i have a t-shirt you should be able to use and these sweatpants, i hope they’ll fit. i can give you some money to buy new clothes,” nanami speaks but you shake your head, taking the clothes you’re handed. i still have money, so i’ll pay for the clothes myself.”

nanami doesn’t feel the need to argue as you most likely won’t allow him to pay, so he just nods and leaves the room so you can change without any eyes on you. “i’ll go to the kitchen and start cooking something,” he says before leaving the bedroom to make dinner for the both of you.

as he closes the door behind him, you begin to change into the new clothing you’ve been given for tonight. the t-shirt is a little oversized but still fits and the same goes for the sweatpants. you take a look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a minute to take everything in. you witnessed your home and job burn up only minutes ago and you were most likely close to death with those weird creatures that were swarming the bakery. what were they? how come nanami came there as fast as he did and knew exactly what to do so they would be killed?

the only things you have left is what is in your pockets. a card where all your money is, your phone and lip balm that you commonly use, nothing else. everything else that you owned is now gone and can no longer be retaken. you will need to find a new place to live, a new job, new clothes. you’re truly back on page one if even that. it’s like starting your whole life all over again, but not in a good way.

you shake your head as tears begin to form in your eyes and look towards the ceiling, trying to keep them inside as you make your way out of the bedroom to help nanami cook in the kitchen.

he is already busy making pancakes as you enter, his gaze quickly shifting towards you who’s now standing in the doorway. “i was hoping you liked pancakes, i will cook something better next time,” nanami speaks as you nod and go to stand by the counter. “what were those things?” you ask and he raises a brow, looking at you with a hint of confusion on his face before his mouth forms an ‘o’. “oh, you mean those creatures that were in the bakery?”

you nod and he sighs, putting the pancakes on a plate when they’re enough cooked. “they’re called curses. i am something called a jujutsu sorcerer who exorcise them, or in other words, i kill them. people who aren’t jujutsu sorcerers usually cannot see them unless they’re close to death. they are formed by people’s negative thoughts and i can often sense them, which i did while leaving the bakery and could help. it’s a shame they went as far as they did though, but they are known to destroy things in their way.”

your brain is close to exploding by hearing all of these explanations. a jujutsu sorcerer? exorcising curses? they’re the only ones who can see curses? you’re too tired to clearly understand what he means. “were they out to kill me specifically?” you ask, not really wanting to try and figure out what he means by all of this as it might make your brain blow up into pieces. “i don’t think so, no. they seem to enjoy any person who is nearby, so i doubt they were out for you specifically. you just happened to be there at the wrong time.”

nanami begins to put two plates on the kitchen table together with utensils. “dinner is ready now, you should try to eat at least something before heading to bed, today must have been draining,” he pulls out a chair for you before sitting down on one himself, now waiting for you to eat the food he’s cooked for you.

for a short while, you can only stare at it as your mind is fogged with everything that has occurred today, but you eventually dig in which causes a slight smile to spread over nanami’s lips and he begins to eat as well.

it’s quiet as the two of you are munching on the food, but nanami doesn’t force anything out of either you or himself. he could never expect you to even want to speak after such a day, so he stays silent and washes the dishes when you’ve finished eating dinner. you ask him if you can help, but he’s quick to dismiss the question as he tells you to go rest instead. “you can sleep in my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch, so go get some rest as you must be tired,” he says with his back turned to you.

you sigh and shake your head. “you shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch in your own home though, i can sleep there-” “no, you’re my guest after all so i can’t allow you to sleep on the couch,” he explains but now you stand up, walking over to the counter where he is washing the dishes. “why can’t we both sleep in your bed then? i don’t want you to be uncomfortable on the couch.”

nanami looks towards you with wide eyes but then glances back at the dishes. “i suppose, but if it makes you uncomfortable to sleep in the same bed as me, i will go sleep on the couch instead.”

he finishes washing the dishes before the two of you enter the bedroom. you lay down in bed, moving under the comfortable covers while nanami changes into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. he has his back turned to you and you keep your eyes away from him, not wanting to stare for too long.

the room soon goes dark as he switches off the lights and lies down beside you, getting under the same cover but trying to keep his space as to not make you uncomfortable. “if you have any difficulties sleeping, just tell me,” you nod and turn to your side so your back is now facing him. he does the same and closes his eyes, something you try with as well, but those images from earlier don’t seem to leave your mind, even in your exhausted state.

how they burned up your home right in front of your eyes, the way you would have died if it wasn’t for nanami saving you in the last second. if they were any faster, you would have most likely been killed and not been here right now. perhaps you should be grateful for surviving in the first place and now being able to stay at someone else’s apartement, but you can’t help yourself from missing your now old home. you won’t get to wake up early just to go to work for a good while. the comfort of your home is gone.

the sounds of cars speeding past the building can be heard but all other sounds cause you to flinch. the thought of those creatures coming back has been on the back of your mind since nanami first saved you. there is no saying that other creatures who act like them won’t come and this time kill you. nanami is most likely sleeping now, either way, so he wouldn’t be able to hear if they came.

he is a jujutsu sorcerer. you had never heard of them before nor those things called curses. the curses are created by negative emotions? it all feels like it’s taken out of a superhero movie. there are people who protect the “normal” ones from monsters and nanami is one of them. that must have been what got him so tired and the reason as to why he constantly has bags under his eyes. maybe he’s out fighting these monsters all the time to save humanity?

just a few hours ago, he was just a customer at the bakery, but now you’re sleeping at his place, in the same bed as him. how long will you be allowed to stay here? eventually, you will have to find a new place to stay, but that will take longer than a few days. you don’t have enough money to pay for an apartment right now after all, but will nanami really like for you to stay so long?

the thoughts are swarming your mind, making it difficult to fall asleep. you can barely keep your eyes closed as the images of the horrifying creatures keep appearing while worries about the future are taking over the rest of your brain.

nanami did say to tell him if you couldn’t fall asleep, but when you hear the sound of his snores, you already know that it’s too late. having seen the dark circles under his eyes cause you not to want to wake him as this must be something he doesn’t get to do often, at least not for a long time.

so you stay in bed the entire night with your eyes wide open, eventually going on your phone to scroll through social media that are filled with images of the burning building, so you end up putting it away, instead staring out the window while allowing the worries to take over completely throughout the night.

as the morning soon comes, your head is aching more than expected. but not getting to sleep while also being exhausted does eventually cause your body pain. nanami has begun to stir in bed and you turn to face him, now noticing how messy his blonde hair has become after sleeping. he did move around a lot in his sleep, but not as much as it looks like he did. “did you sleep well?” is the first thing he asks and you let out a sigh, rubbing your eyes. “in all honesty, i didn’t sleep at all. but maybe i’ll get to take a nap later during the day,” you admit.

nanami sits up in bed and leans against the headboard. “we could go out and do some shopping, maybe that will put your mind to other thoughts. you do need new clothes, right? i also need to do some grocery shopping now that we’re two here,” his voice is hoarse and he stretches a little. you nod in agreement and sit up as well. “you’re free to do that today? i thought you were working almost every day.”

“well, i won’t know if there is work for me until someone calls me about curses, but since there was so much commotion yesterday, i doubt there will be much to do today,” he says while getting out of bed to put on a suit instead, one that is almost identical to the one he usually wears. he must have bought them in the same color a few times, just like the shirt he wears underneath.

“i don’t know if i have any clothes you can wear except for what you are already wearing, i hope that’s okay. i’ll pay for the ones you buy today,” you shake your head in an instant. “i will pay for my own clothes, it’s not like you were the one who burned them up-” “you should save your money for other things, i will pay for your clothes, don’t worry about it.”

there is no idea arguing with him, he seems to have already set his mind on paying, so you get out of bed to get ready for a day of shopping. “do you have a hairbrush or something? and a toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask and he nods, immediately beginning to rummage through the different cupboards he has. he is quick to find a spare toothbrush as well as a hairbrush. “thank you, i’m sorry that you have to share so much with me now.”

nanami shakes his head. “don’t worry about it. i was the one who invited you here, i’m just glad you're alive, so it doesn’t annoy me to share things with you. this is your home too now until you find another place, so don’t think i’m just doing this because i have to, i’m doing it because i want to,” he speaks much more than he usually did when buying bread from you, but perhaps it is because he has slept for more hours than usual tonight? there are still some dark circles under his eyes, but they are not as visible as they usually are.

the blonde man puts on the glasses he usually wears and looks at himself in the mirror while trying to fix his hair so it lays neatly against his head. it doesn’t take too long for either him or you to get ready and you’re soon out the door together. you’ve gotten a jacket to borrow as the weather has become a lot more chilly these past few days and the fact that it’s a little oversized helps keep you even warmer.

the sun is shining brightly as you’re walking down the streets towards the closest mall. you can’t help but look at the man beside you, his face is a lot clearer in the sunlight and even though he isn’t wearing a smile on his face, there is something about him that causes one to spread over your lips. the sun makes it possible for you to notice the small moles on his face even though you aren’t particularly close and his sharp jawline becomes clearer.

some bypassers try to smile at him, but he doesn’t respond, only giving them small nods while continuing to walk. his eyes can barely be seen through the glasses he’s wearing as they’re shaded but they cannot hide the circles under his eyes that aren’t as dark as they so commonly are.

he doesn’t say much as the both of you enter a big mall with lots of different clothing stores, it’s almost difficult to choose where you want to go first. nanami follows behind as you walk towards the nearest store and begin to look at the different clothes it offers, trying to make sure that what you want isn’t too expensive, it won’t be your money that is used after all. nanami would probably tell you to buy anything you want, but you can’t expect him to spend every penny he has on you.

as you’re trying a few clothes out, nanami sits on a chair outside the changing rooms. he’s fidgeting with his fingers while looking around the store, that is until you walk out to show him a pair of bootcut jeans that you have just put on. “what do you think of these? i’m not that sure of them, they fit well but i don’t know how they look. i need someone else’s opinion,” you explain and nanami whose eyes widened for a quick second quickly composes himself, clearing his throat. “i think they look good,” that’s all he says but it gets a smile out of you before you once again enter the dressing room.

he pinches the bridge of his nose when he feels his cheeks slowly heating up, he cannot be acting like this just by having you show him some clothing that fits you perfectly well. he can’t be thinking like this. the tall man doesn’t even know if it was the clothes on you that caused his heart to beat a little quicker or if it was the fact that you wanted his opinion on something. maybe it’s because you seem to be so cheery even after what happened yesterday, it is possibly just a facade you’re putting on to hide the pain, but he would like to think that shopping has actually helped a little.

you eventually walk out of the dressing room, putting some clothes away that you didn’t like, but there are still a few shirts and pants in your hands that you seem to want, one of those is the jeans that he was shown. “i hope they aren’t too expensive, but i think these will do for now. there are a few outfits i can switch between now and i’ll just buy more in the future when i need it and can pay for myself,” nanami nods and takes the clothes so the two of you can walk towards the nearest cashier, but before that, he is stopped by a very familiar face.

“nanami! i didn’t know you would be here, and who is this?” a man with white hair and a black blindfold over his eyes asks. nanami wouldn’t even have to see his face to know who has just spoken to him, he would recognize that voice that keeps annoying him anywhere.

he lets out a quiet sigh and looks towards the taller man with snowy white hair. “this is y/n. y/n this is gojo satoru,” nanami speaks and the man with the blindfold looks at you with a giant grin on his face.

“wait, are you that baker that nanami’s told me about?” the man beside you gives gojo a stern look, but that doesn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. “wait, wasn’t it also that bakery that was put on fire yesterday?”

you nod. “yeah, i lived there as well,” you mumble and gojo’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ before looking towards nanami who is still glaring at him. “so she lives with you now, i suppose?” he asks and the blonde man nods. “yes, i’m helping her buy new clothes, don’t keep bothering us.”

gojo chuckles and shakes his head. “alright alright, it’s not like i followed you here, i’m here to buy clothes for myself. it’s a little unfair though, you never allow me to sleep over at your place,” he pouts, causing you to giggle while nanami just stares at him with a look that almost seems like disappointment as if he was his dad. “because you would bother me all night. i’ve seen how you act when you’re tired.”

“are you a jujutsu sorcerer as well, gojo?” you ask and that giant smile on his face never seems to disappear as he nods rather proudly, not caring if anyone else would overhear what you’re talking about. “of course, the strongest of them all. i’ve killed lots of curses, i’m even better than nanami.”

you look at him who’s holding the clothes in his hands and sighs. “we have to go buy more things, but it was nice meeting you, satoru,” nanami says and gojo nods, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “yes, it was nice finally meeting your girlfriend-” “satoru.”

it doesn’t take too long until you’re finally out of the store and now on your way towards the grocery store where you’ll buy food but also a toothbrush for you as well as other necessities.

nanami is wearing a frown on his face now after the previous meeting with gojo satoru, but you can’t help the smile forming on your lips. “are you two good friends?” the blonde looks at you and nods slightly. “i suppose. we’ve known each other for a good couple of years now, but he can become annoying. it’s a facade though,” he explains and you tilt your head to the side.

“a facade?” “yes, he lost his best friend when we were younger. we were all in the same friend group but they were really close. since then, he’s put on a facade to seem tougher,” nanami explains, now looking away as the two of you enter the grocery store that is packed with people. most are wearing headphones, probably listening to music as they’re looking for items to buy for the upcoming meals they will cook.

“have you ever lost someone because of curses?” your sudden question causes nanami to stop in his steps, but he’s quick to continue to walk and gather himself again. he doesn’t look at you now, almost as if he is trying to not answer the question, but he eventually opens his mouth to speak. “yes,” it’s all he says, but that’s enough for you to know not to ask any more questions about it.

it takes a while for you to find all the groceries you need, but after an hour or so, you’re finally back home at his place, now able to take the long-awaited nap that has seemed so far away as you’ve only fallen more tired after all the walking.

“i’ll load everything into the fridge, you can go and sleep, you must be really tired now,” nanami speaks as he opens up the fridge to put all the items in. the bag with all the clothes and necessities is put in a bag that’s laying in the hallway, waiting for you to put it somewhere else after you’ve woken up in a few hours.

you go to lay down in the bed, moving under the blankets and closing your eyes. all those thoughts you had throughout the night seem to have disappeared, at least for a little while now that you’ve been so busy with finding new things to buy and getting to spend some time with nanami. so now, falling asleep isn’t that big of a difficulty.

the curses are no longer showing up as soon as you close your eyes, maybe they will the next time you try to fall asleep, but for now, they aren’t in the back of your mind, making it easy for you to finally succumb to sleep after the amounts of exhaustion you’ve gone through.

meanwhile, nanami finishes putting everything into the fridge and goes to grab the bag of clothes and put it outside the bedroom door so you can load it into his wardrobe as soon as you’ve slept. he opens the door carefully, just wanting to make sure that you’re finally asleep.

there is a slight smile that appears on his face when he hears your snores fill the room. after being awake for over twenty-four hours, you’re finally sleeping again even after everything that has happened. perhaps taking you out to go shopping did help after all.

more nights continue to pass when you’re in his apartment. weeks go by and falling asleep does eventually become easier even though those terrifying images are gnawing at the back of your mind. nanami isn’t home a lot as there are still many curses to fight, but when he arrives back at his place, you have always baked him some of his favorite bread, the smell of it filling the entire house as soon as he enters.

sometimes, the two of you even get to eat dinner together. it isn’t too common, but when it does happen, you have already prepared a meal that never disappoints his taste buds.

when you’re sleeping in bed together, your backs are still facing one another, but as you wake up there are a few times that you’ve woken up face to face, sometimes with one of his arms around your waist. you never try to push him away. instead, you close your eyes and wait for him to wake so you can hear the sound of surprise from him as his arm leaves you. you never mention it, but you can’t help but find it rather cute.

before nanami has to leave for work, he makes sure that he has cooked breakfast for you to eat if you wake up after him. he’s often up rather early just to not stress on his way to jujutsu high where he has to meet up with gojo satoru, but those times that he doesn’t have to wake up early, you try to cook something for him as well. and when he gets to stay home and not do anything for once, the two of you often stay in bed, most commonly in silence, but sometimes you get to talk about the plans for the day together.

gojo has called a few times to ask if he can come over to nanami’s place, but he’s never gotten a yes just yet. according to nanami, it is to prevent him from crashing in his apartment for days just to tease him, so he continues to say no. they do however meet each other quite a lot at work and nanami will never escape the same questions he gets as soon as he enters a room, questions about you and if you’re finally his girlfriend, something that will always be denied.

the fact that nanami kento doesn’t have a girlfriend in the first place shocked you, of course it did. how could someone like him not have found a partner, not even now in his late twenties? perhaps it’s because of his job, he wouldn’t have time for someone else. maybe it’s because he barely talks to strangers? his walls are still rather tall, so there’s no idea asking him if there has ever been that special someone in his life before.

he still doesn’t talk to you a lot, it’s uncommon to see him smile as well, but when he actually does, you know it’s genuine. but now, when he has finally come back home late in the evening, there is definitely not a smile on his face. his eyebrows are furrowed together and he can be heard sighing every time he takes a step into the living room where you are sitting on the couch and watching tv. “i made you some dinner, it’s in the fridge if you’re hungry,” you speak while looking up towards the blonde man who sits down on the couch beside you, leaning his head against a cushion. “i need to tell you something.”

you turn your body so you’re now facing him, giving him a curious look as he sighs heavily. “i’ll have to go to shibuya tomorrow, it’s a dangerous mission. there are most likely gonna be plenty of the most dangerous curses there, so i will have to leave you here alone for a day or two, or forever,” nanami explains, not even once giving you a glance as his eyes stay closed.

forever? is that a hint that he might actually die during that mission? you shake your head. “what do you mean, forever?” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “as i said, it’s dangerous and there is a risk i might die. if i do, you can take over this apartment, you won’t have to pay for a new one.”

your eyes widen as he seems to speak so nonchalantly about it like it isn’t that big of a deal to him. “is it that dangerous? are you going there alone?” you instinctively shuffle closer to him as your mind has begun to swarm with questions.

“it is that dangerous. there are gonna be more sorcerers there, but as i said, there will be plenty of dangerous curses as well so it’s not like we’ll overpower them easily, unfortunately,” he finally turns his head to look at you. “i will try to survive, of course. but i can’t promise you anything.”

for the first time in weeks, you finally gather enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a tight hug. that man has provided you a home for a little over a month now and has been nothing but nice, and now he might go and die? you won’t be able to do anything about it either, if you insist on helping him, you will most likely die in less than a second to even a less dangerous curse.

nanami grows stiff at the sudden affection but puts a hand on your back, gently patting it. “it’s okay, i will try to come back,” he mumbles as you hold him close, not seeming to want to let go, knowing that this might actually be the last time you see him.

tears are threatening to spill, but you hold them back. how come you can care about a person you only learned to know a month ago? why does the fact that he might never come back worry you as much as it does? why is your heart beating out of your chest at the close proximity and why can you no longer hold back the tears that are now running down your warm cheeks?

“don’t cry for me,” nanami whispers while cupping your face with his calloused hands. his lower lip is slightly wobbling, almost as if he’s about to cry as well, but he holds it back and forces a smile when looking at you, gently wiping the tears away from your face. “i can’t promise that i will be back, but i will try my absolute best, okay?”

falling asleep tonight is definitely not easy with the thought of nanami kento possibly dying being in the back of your mind. this might be the last night you ever see him, the bread you baked earlier today might have been the last bread you ever made for him. that forced smile he gave you as you were crying might have been the last smile you saw from him. you didn’t even get to eat dinner together.

the next day when you open your eyes, nanami kento is no longer beside you. the time on your phone shows 10.51 which means he must have left hours ago for shibuya.

the apartment is eerily quiet as you get up from bed to go grab some breakfast. usually, there will be a radio playing in the kitchen as nanami cooks breakfast or the sound of the shower being on while he takes a shower, but now it’s completely quiet except for the few cars that can be heard outside the building.

as you enter the kitchen, there is a note on the fridge with the text “i cooked pancakes for you. you seemed to like them last time i made it for you, so i hope it still tastes good. see you tomorrow :)”. and just as the note said, there is a plate filled with pancakes for you to eat. he must have bought a jar of jam yesterday too as there is one standing beside the pancakes.

you let out a quiet sigh, taking the plate of pancakes out of the fridge and warming them up in the microwave before you put them on the kitchen table together with the jar of jam and utensils.

it’s not uncommon for you to eat breakfast by yourself. when you lived alone, you did it every day and even now when you have lived with nanami, there have been times when he had already left for work, but today feels different. there is no telling whether he will even come home or if he will be gone forever. will you lose him too?

it’s difficult to finish eating the pancakes, the constant thought of nanami probably won’t stop bugging your mind until you know how it goes for him, but what happens if he dies? you shake your head, not wanting to think about that just yet. for now, you’ll have to try and stay optimistic, he must be a great jujutsu sorcerer after having done it for such a long time, so why would he not be able to survive this?

the day goes rather slowly. you try your best to distract yourself by watching television and going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for what nanami had planned for you two to eat this week, wanting to prepare a meal for him in case he gets home early.

at every single sound that could possibly be the door opening, you quickly stand up with hope in your eyes, but that quickly disappears as you sit back down on the couch and lean against the warm cushion. the fight wouldn’t start until night either way, so there is no way he would already be back, but you can’t help but hope that it will already be over.

evening turns to night and even as tiredness is slowly making its way to take over your body, you keep your eyes open, sitting by the couch in hopes that the door will soon open and that nanami kento will walk inside. if that were the case, you would probably never let go of him again.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing reaches your ears and when looking at the screen, nanami’s contact name is shown on the screen. it barely goes a second before you pick it up and put the phone on speaker, needing to hear everything he has to say clearly, but when you answer the call, it is not nanami on the other end.

“hello, is this y/n?” that sounds exactly like gojo satoru, the man you met at the mall when you and nanami were there a few weeks ago to buy you clothes, why is he calling on nanami’s phone? “yes? it’s me,” is all you dare to say, no longer wanting to know what is happening.

“we’re taking nanami to the hospital right now, he’s been pretty severely injured. do you know where the jujutsu high school is? there is a hospital nearby. i can come to his apartment and meet you up there if you would want that,” gojo explains, causing your heartbeat to come to an immediate halt. “y-you can meet me up here. is he okay? he’s not dying right?”

a sigh can be heard on the other end of the line before gojo once again speaks. “i honestly don’t know right now, but he’s barely conscious and has been asking about you, so i thought it would be good if you knew so you could come over here. but i’ll hurry to your place and take you to the hospital, i’ll be there in a second,” the phone call ends, and just like the blindfolded man said, he is inside the apartment in a second, seeming to have teleported there.

“don’t ask me about it now, just hold onto me and i’ll get us to the hospital quickly,” he speaks and without a second thought, you rush up from the couch to hold his arm. you can barely even blink before you arrive inside a new building, one with white walls and a few chairs on the sides, you’re in a waiting room.

not a single word is spoken while gojo leads you through the hallways. he seems a lot more serious than he was when the two of you first met, but the reason to that is also why your heart is currently almost beating out of your chest. your hands are trembling and it is almost becoming difficult to walk as your legs have begun to shake as well, panic trying to make its way to you.

then, gojo opens the door to a room and gestures for you to walk inside. there is a woman standing there as well and she looks over at the snowy-haired man before exiting the room, leaving you to face nanami alone.

he is laying helplessly on a hospital bed, his entire body seeming to be bandaged, some already having blood leaking through but as the doctor left the room, it doesn’t seem to be too much of a big deal, but he is still all beaten up with large wounds on his body and a scratched up face.

with quick steps, you make your way toward nanami whose eyes are barely open. his gaze follows you, watching as you sit down on a chair close to the bed and reach your hand out to grab his in a tight hold.

he looks at you with tired eyes but still succeeds in showing a smile on his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i was so worried about you,” you mumble and nanami gently squeezes your hand while his eyes are trying their best to shut, but he will not let them when he has you to talk to now. “was pretty close to dying, but i was saved,” his voice comes out raspy and he lets out a cough as soon as the sentence is finished.

the look you give him is enough to cause his smile to grow wider. your brows are furrowed together and your eyes look rather stern. “don’t talk, you might strain yourself if you do,” you say while shuffling the chair closer to the bed, allowing him to reach his hand up to cup your cheek. “i really do love you,” nanami whispers as his thumb rubs your warm skin.

you reflect his smile and put your hand over his, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand as if it were the most natural thing ever, almost like you two have been together for years, but today is the first time that you got to know his true feelings, and you cannot help the way your heart is melting into a warm puddle by that lovesick smile he wears on his face while he’s all bandaged up and wounded from fighting curses. he’s alive and he’s here with you, just like it should be.

“i love you, nanami,” you say, watching as there is a slight blush appearing over his cheeks. “i will bake you all the bread you want from now on,” he chuckles lightly when hearing that comment and brushes a strand of hair away from your face even though his hand weakens by his tiredness.

“that’s good to hear, especially now that i will be retiring. i expect you to bake me bread for every meal,” nanami smiles and drops his hand back to the bed so as to not strain it any further.

meanwhile, your eyes have gone wide by hearing about retirement. “you’re retiring?” “yes, at least from jujutsu sorcery. perhaps we could travel somewhere nice, maybe malaysia? i’ve always wanted to go there. i will get a normal job of course, but i would like to spend some time with you as well. i’m finished with jujutsu now, because why would i go and risk getting myself hurt when i have you to come home to now?”

he once again coughs, but now he doesn’t get a stern look from you. instead, there is a smile that keeps spreading over your face, almost making your cheeks hurt at this point. “malaysia does sound nice, but you will have to heal from all of these wounds first. i won’t let you get into the sea before they have become scars.”

nanami puts his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to move your face closer to his so he can press his lips to yours. the smile on his face is still there, but that won’t stop him from moving his lips against yours for a slow kiss. he may not be able to put everything he has into it right at this moment due to his immense tiredness, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t show you just how much he loves you. “then let’s just rest here for a little while and then we’ll go home and rest some more, together.”

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Hey pookie

So i lovvveeee the harbingers. Can you do like penguin reader (or any other snow related animal) running around the Zapolyarny Palace messin with the harbingers and there like 'what the actual fuck. Who let a dam animal in this place ' them trying to catchus but we just like mewhahaha nuh uh

I refuse to believe Snezhnaya will have a single docile mob so I’m gonna make my own! Imagine a Polar Bear and a Leopard Seal mixed with one! (Walrus tusks?.. Walrus tusks.) I’m gonna call it… a Large Tusked Polaral! Anyway I’ll put a mild description before we start, but just ask if you want a full description, or a drawing ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡!

Large Tusked Polaral: To break it down, imagine the front of a polar bear, the back of a leopard seat, and the tusks of a walrus. Its front arm end with flippers and are longer than the tail in the back. The front flippers do look like paws though. The teeth are a mixture between the three, they have the huge tusks of walruses.

Taking a walk through the Zapolyarny Palace had become a common pastime for The Rooster whenever he had nothing more to do. Taking in the scenery… breathing in the frosty air of his nation, taking in the sights… the Large Tusked Polaral following behind him….

… Wait. The large Tusked Polaral following behind him?

Pulcinella turned around to face the fifteen ft tall - and it was still on its flippers - beast of a monster. It had to press its face to the floor in order to look at him, its warm breath hitting his face.

Pulcinella was never a fighter. Maybe back in his youth, but now he was a leader. He didn’t even have a vision, preferring to rely on his Servicemen rather than fight himself. So being in front of one of the most - if not the most - dangerous monsters in all of Teyvat without those service men…

At least it’d be an honorable death. They say a Polaral only chooses the strongest to die by her claws. To be struck down by one was a glorious way to go.

So as Pulcinella started to make his peace with his oncoming death, you lifted yourself back up and continued in your way, hobbling down the hallway. Pulcinella, who was shocked at the lack of his blood on the walls, followed behind, now curious.

He watched as you huffed and sniffed around the halls, occasionally scaring a lower rank shitless.

It wasn’t until you wondered down a wing specifically for one of the Harbingers that he got an idea. Speed walking in front of you, he stopped you by a hand on your nose. You sniffed at it before continuing on your way.

A smirk lay beneath his bushy mustache, and he quickly continued walking behind you as you shuffled your way down the wing of The Marionette. Sandrone’s workshop.

The sound of screaming not being caused by her was enough the drag Sandrone out of her workshop. Her large boots thudded across the floor as her puppet sat in her hand. Many smaller bots crawled across the floor like spider, filling the space.

She gripped the coat of a running fatuus that speed past her, forcing them to stop.

“What is happening?” Were the only words that left her lips. The fatuus in front of her stuttered out a couple words, thought he tripped over every other word. All she could make out was “The Rooster” and “Large Tusked Polaral”. She then let him go and off he ran.

Sandrone looked at the small bots that ran across the floor and tilted her head forward. They immediately ran forward through the hall and out of sight…

… Before a large roar was heard and they all came scampering back. Her gaze immediately snapped up and the sound of something loud clambering down the hallway. She readied herself for a fight, and found herself in front of what seemed to be an angered Polaral basically running at her.

And as she was ready to attack, she heard a voice call out at her to stop.

“Wait! I apologize, truly, but you see, I was just simply taking my darling here out for a walk and they got off their lease, again my sincerest apologies, Marionette.” Pulcinella spoke with clear sarcasm in his voice as you continued to barrel towards her, only to stop right before her and start sniffing her up and down.

She only stared at the large beast in front of her, then back at The Rooster.

“This is… your pet?” She questioned.

“Yes.”

“This Polaral?”

“Yes.”

“This Large Tusked Polaral is under your care?”

“Yes.”

She only continued to stare.

“Well anyway, we’ll be off. I suppose I will be seeing at the later meeting?” She stayed silent, but now had a disgruntled expression on her face.

“I will take that as a yes. Goodbye, Marionette.” And with that he walked in front of you and the both of you hobbled away.

“…How disdainful.” Was all she said as she walked back into her lab.

And later did come.

All the Harbingers had to deal with something to do with a Large Tusked Polaral wondering the halls, scaring the lower ranks shitless, destroying property, and honestly just causing havoc.

What non of them were expecting, however, was to see that very Large Tusked Polaral…

Next to the Rooster during their meeting.

“…Why is it here?” Asked Pantalone.

“They are my pet.” Answered Pulcinella.

“… May I-“

“No you may not, Dottore.”

“… May I-“

“The same goes for you Childe.”

“Awe.”

The silence continued as all the Harbingers - minus The Jester - stared at the beast beside the small man.

“…Why do you even have it? You have men. Do you need the extra man power?” Asked Arlecchino asked. Her hands were crossed as she sat, now leaning against the table.

“No, I simply wished them as my pet.” The small man responded, making The Knave huff.

“May I pet them?” Asked Columbina. And when she got a nod, she immediately skipped over and ran her fingers through your fur, causing happy huffs and barks to come from your lips. All eyes were on you as Childe spoke up.

“I’ve never heard those kinds of noises come from one of those before.” He said with a smile. You even began to wiggle happily under the woman’s touch, making him gasp in amazement.

“Oh! Now I want to pet them, may I?” He asked with a smile.

Again, all he got was a nod.

And he immediately ran over and began petting you, making your noises grow in volume and your wiggles grow in size.

You actually flipped yourself on your side and allowed them access to your stomach, something that was never charted before in the behaviors of any Polaral. You even had the equivalent of a grin on your face, your eyes shut in trust.

“Fascinating.” Dottore said with a grin, only to be met with a glare from Pulcinella. He only smiled and shrugged his shoulders in response.

“And what is going on here? Why is a wild beast within the walls of the Zapolyarny Palace?”

As Pierro approached from the shadows, the room got colder. Immediately announcing the presence of both the top Fatui Harbinger and the Cryo Archon. All banter ceased and your petting was stopped causing a whine to leave your lips.

You looked to the two Harbingers who had left to go to their places at the table you were all sat at. And then you were shushed by Pulcinella. Oh hell no.

“You see, I was just taking a stroll. And I decided they should come with me for one of these walks. I assume something caught their eye and I apologize for letting them loose and - Wait. Where are you going get back here-“ Pulcinella’s little speech was cut off by you flopping away from him.

All the Harbingers watched as you speed down the table and past Pierro, and up towards the stairs to The Tsaritsa’s throne. Immediately The Jester raced to get you down but was stopped by a hand raised by the Archon.

They all watched with bated breath as you climbed up and up towards her, stopping before her. They all silently readied to attack, before watching you roll over, revealing your stomach to the woman with a whine.

And while Pulcinella started to apologize, all eleven were stopped by a sound none of them had heard. Or if they had, it was a rare noise.

The noise of their Archon laughing.

A giggled escaped her frozen lips and she ran a cold hand over your furred stomach, you slamming a a flipped over the other side - akin to a dog shaking a led when scratched.

She continued to giggle as she felt your fur between her fingers. Finally a subject who did not fear her nor did they wish to user her wins as a means for theirs.

“You lie in no fault, Pulcinella. Even is you have lied of this one being your pet” she began, and all the other glared at the chuckling man, “Though I believe I have found the perfect candidate to be my own.”

Jaws dropped as she spoke her last word. Her frozen over heart thumped lightly in her chest as her unoccupied hand slid over your head and messed with your ears. Your barks became louder as they echoed across the large room.

Perhaps you’d be the key to truly unlocking her frozen heart.

I personally like the idea that The Marionette is not the girl, but the large mecha holding her. Making the girl a literal “Marionette”. Anyway, I hope I delivered! I was a little tired when writing this, if you couldn’t tell but I hope it turned out good enough ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა!

#anon <3 #asks <3 #Large Tusked Polaral!Creator

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snippychicke · 8 months

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Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate

Am I a dumbass for starting another story? Yes. Do I care? No.

This will be a bit like Cats & Ships where we switch POV, but also inspired by prompts I found in an old document.

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Part one of ?

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: Violence, hinted attempts at sexual assult by background characters. Followed by... more violence.

The seal I personally imagine is the leopard seal, but I try to be nondescriptive so you can have your own ideas.

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways.

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life.

Alternate Summary: You thought it would be easy to follow the stars home to the Arctic when you ended up far too south. Unfortunately, you were wrong.

Fortunately, another kind of star kept pulling you in-- the Flashy Fool: Buggy the Clown.

Unfortunately, this also leads you to question where 'home' really is.

(Meanwhile, Buggy is likewise conflicted. He handles it poorly.)

Ao3 | masterpost

Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares

For Buggy, he swore it was a dream the first time he met you. It was some nameless town whose populace proved less than thrilled by their not so free entertainment. Even though his freaks had put on an extremely flashy show, the townspeople had barely clapped.

Watching the waves lap at the rocky beach under the full moon, dreaming of the treasure lost beneath (that he would never be able to reach) was still one of his favorite ways to unwind after a long day. Even if the sea hated him, he was still in love with it.

Yet that night something else broke the waves other than rocks or a boat.

A seal.

That instantly caught his attention. He hadn't seen a seal this far in the East Blue, and only had vague recollections of seeing them when serving with Gol D. Rodgers’ crew in the colder waters of the poles.

Yet before he could ponder that oddity for long, things became weirder as the seal shifted, its skin becoming nothing more than a cloak over a woman's shoulders.

A very curvy, naked, woman.

His eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at the stars, a frown on her face and apparently unaware that she had company on the small beach.

Well, he had to fix that, didn't he?

~*~

For you, that night was a living nightmare.

You gazed up at the stars, comparing them to the map you had (somewhat) memorized of the stars back home.

You… were lost. You were very lost.

"Mother Sea," you swore, rubbing your face as you tried to think. If the North Star was there, then you were… to the southwest? Or southeast?

Well, too south either way.

(What if that wasn’t even the north star?)

"And what do we have here?"

You froze at the unfamiliar voice, pulling your seal-skin closer as you turned. You had been warned about land-kind (humans and fishmen both) stealing one's furs right off one's back and using it as blackmail for all sorts of things.

This one was human, you decided, judging by the tall thin form walking out of the shadows. (How did they survive without any meat on their bones to keep them warm?) Though you hadn't seen a human with a bright red nose like that… or strange markings on their face…

Then again, you hadn't seen many humans this close either. Usually it was as a seal, and they were washed out by the bright light of the sun.

You bared your teeth at him in a snarl as he walked closer, causing you to inch closer to the sea. "Back, human! Or I'll bite your hand off."

Oddly, the human smiled, apparently amused by your words. With a flourish, he snapped his wrist and the rest of the hand came flying towards you, making you scramble backwards with a startled yelp.

"Already off, sweetheart," he laughed as he booped your nose. "So let's try again. Who, and what, are you?"

You didn't think, not when waves washed over your feet beckoning you home. (To safety, at least. These waters were too warm to be home.) You turned and melded back with your furs, ignoring the sharp yell behind you as you splashed into the waters.

Prompt: Avarice

Buggy was a greedy man, he could fully admit to that. Greedy for wealth, fame, power. Just like every other pirate, really.

"You collect freaks, right?" The man pleaded as Ritchie dropped him at the pirate captain's feet. "I-I have a freak for you!"

Despite the smile on his face, Buggy felt something twist unpleasantly in his stomach (or maybe something hadn't connected just right?). "You want to trade another's life for your own?"

His freaks weren't slaves. Sure, he was their captain and they obeyed them, but it was voluntary… mostly. Usually.

They could leave any time was the point.

And implying anything else already had condemned the man’s life. But then he led him back to the small merchant ship and pulled the so-called fream from the storage space from the hull of the tiny ship.

Chains bound your wrists, your mouth gagged with a strip of fabric. Dressed in nothing but a literal sackcloth.

But Buggy was enticed by those dark wide eyes. So full of rage. It took a moment, but the clown-pirate recognized you from that moonlit cove just a few nights before. The mottled skin, oddly-sharp teeth. Those squishable curves.

"--A real life selkie,” the merchant continued. “Her coat’s on another ship, just to make sure she didn't grab it. But--"

His words were cut off as Buggy grabbed his throat despite the space between them. "I accept,” Buggy grinned as he looked at the merchant. “Her life for yours. Except she gets to keep hers. You don't. Not unless you can swim."

Buggy's hand carried him a few yards over the open ocean before dropping him, causing the pirate crew to laugh as the man struggled in the water. Meanwhile, the clown-pirate looked back at the woman, easily seeing the tell-tale signs of fear despite the attempts to cover it with anger.

Selkie? At first he wanted to scoff: those things were a myth. He remembered listening to the other pirates of his youth tell stories of beings that lived in towards the poles and looked like seals, but could shed their skin and become human.

Which is exactly what he had seen that night. And after all, the Chop-Chop Fruit was supposedly a myth too.

He stepped closer, carefully studying the odd mottling of your skin, your just-a-bit-too-wide eyes, and the sharp teeth trying to gnaw through your binding.

"If you bite, I get to bite back," he jested with a grin before undoing the gag, wondering if you even remembered him from the beach.

He half expected you to snap or spit considering the expression on your face, but you did neither as you adjusted to no longer having the cloth in your mouth. "Water?" You asked after a moment, your voice sounding like someone who had screamed themself hoarse. "Please?"

His grin softened slightly, becoming just slightly less manic. “Well, since you used the magic word.”

Prompt: Difference

Not having your furs made you… jumpy. It was like a piece of you was missing, which did not make your odd situation any better. You weren't one that typically socialized with those of the land. So being stuck on a ship with a motley pirate crew was certainly an… experience.

Not a bad one per say, you actually were enjoying learning so much about their culture as you did small tasks about the ship to help out (your title was apparently chore-girl, or so it seemed). Most of the pirates were friendly enough, either asking questions or just ignoring you.

A few you had to show that you were not as defenseless as you looked when they cornered you looking for 'special favors,' having heard ridiculous rumors about your kind.

That, and apparently some human saw a naked person and presumed they were interested in sexual intercourse.

Cabaji had been kind enough to provide you with more 'appropriate clothes' after that. Leading you away while their Captain reminded the idiots of their manners. (Granted, the fact the hand you had bit off was not going to return was probably punishment enough.)

It was easy to tell their captain, Buggy, was… different. For one, he could detach his body parts and send them flying as if a puppet on a string. (Devil fruit, some old memory in your mind spoke. Forsaken by mother sea and cursed by the Sea Devil himself. But you pushed such childish stories away.)

But just the way he acted. Talked. It was different and had caught your attention in more ways than one. He may have been as thin as a piece of kelp, but he proved to be far stronger than he appeared.

(Okay, you would admit it. He was handsome and charming. For a human.)

You tried to convince yourself that all you cared about was the agreement you had reached after they had rescued you from the merchant ship: "We get your fur back, you do a little diving for us for some sunken treasure. It's a win-win."

But even if you were able to find you fur like they promised, you were still so very lost. And unlike the others, the crew was welcoming. Buggy was welcoming.

Not like the men who had caught you unaware while you had been trying to cool down from the hot tropical sun.

You gazed up at the night sky, trying so hard to find something familiar and failing. You hoped it was just the bright moon and clouds partially obscuring the night.

"Starting to think you’re a night owl." There was the tap on your shoulder, yet all that met you was a waving gloved hand that booped your nose before pointing to your other side.

Buggy had his usual grin on his painted face (another human thing you were slowly getting used to) as he raised the arm missing its hand. It was so odd to see it return to its proper place and loom as if it had never left. "I heard Mohji had you bathe and groom Ritchie, so I would figure you'd be exhausted after that disaster."

You shrugged your shoulders. Trying to wash the lion had been fun, considering the cat hated the water. And afterwards, all Ritchie wanted to do was play as you tried to comb out his fur. And yet… "It's… hard to sleep." So many thoughts and worries constantly running through your head. Missing the heavy warmth of your fur.

Missing being able to just swim to help relax. You knew humans swam, but how was a mystery to you.

Buggy nodded as if he understood while he leaned against the rail of the ship, looking out over the waters. And you'd be a liar if you didn't take an extra minute to appreciate his form; long legs crossed, that thin lean body stretched out and muscular forearms braced against the wood.

"I can help tire you out, if you want," he offered as he caught you staring, his grin wide as could be, punctuating his words with a wink.

You had a feeling that it was a joke--as most things were with him-- though you didn't quite get the punchline. You tilted your head curiously, mimicking his pose as you waited for him to elaborate.

Only his smile faded once he realized his joke didn't land quite right. "Geez, give a man a beautiful gal and she's as innocent as a lamb," he muttered under his breath.

"It's not my fault your humor is… different," you defended. "I'd like to see how you do if you were around my kind."

"Can't swim," he grinned yet again, but one of those smiles that didn't feel sincere. It was a kind that reminded you of a threat, though you had never felt anything akin to fear when around him. "Pretty sure I'd end up as fish food." He paused before tilting his head thoughtfully. "Selkie food?"

You shouldered him playfully before snapping your teeth at him. "Yes. Because our favorite food is pirates. Especially those with big red noses."

His demeanor changed quickly, which you did not anticipate. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a dark look that seemed unnatural on his face. "I'll give you this time just because you're you, but no nose jokes." He growled threateningly, making you instinctively back up.

"I-okay?" You offered placatingly. "I'm sorry? I don't understand, but I won't say anything more, promise." The last thing you needed was him upset and throwing you overboard without your fur.

Nevermind the fact you didn't want to upset him even if you could swim.

He glanced over you for a moment before his expression switched again, and he was soon ruffling your hair. "Relax doll. It's just a tender subject."

You nodded silently, slowly relaxing but still on edge as well. You had seen his tempers, and don't particularly want that directed at you. "... for what it's worth, I think it's perfectly fine." You couldn't help but state, looking back at the inky black waters.

Buggy huffed dryly. "You thought Mohji's little bear ears were real, so forgive me if I don't use you as a reference on what looks 'perfectly fine.'"

You blushed as you sunk lower against the rail. "How was I supposed to know?" You had been so confused to see him with his hair flattened by the sudden rainstorm a few days prior. Which had been a riot to the rest of the crew, apparently.

"Damn it,” Buggy swore under his breath. “You're lucky you're just...adorable." There was a hand at your opposite hip that suddenly pulled you into Buggy's side, his arm already waiting to wrap around your waist. "I could just eat you up."

You squealed as he nipped at your ear playfully, continuing the little joke between you. Yes, you threatened to bite him that first meeting, but it… was also a way your kind established and kept bonds between friends. Family.

Mates.

Not that he would know that. It was just a game to him. And you would happily keep it that way.

Prompt: Child

Buggy had to admit, despite the fact you were obviously a fully grown woman, there were times it was hard to see you as anything more than a child.

Especially those wide eyes of yours opened in wonder as you marveled over such simple things like electricity or Cabji's unicycle. Granted, it did wonders for the egos of him and his freaks to have such a beautiful gal clap enthusiastically during training, complete with delighted laughter that needed no prompting.

Okay, it was very intoxicating the way you watched. Like he was the most amazing thing you had seen. Forget the spotlight, he wanted the light in your eyes to always remain on him. He wanted to hear you laugh. He wanted to see your smile.

He wanted all of it.

(God it was so hard not flirting with you. He was a pirate, but he did have his own code of somewhat-honor. And you were thoroughly making him want to rip it to shreds because of the mix signals you sent.)

And then came the times where it was clear that while you had a child-like wonder, you were far from defenseless. Those teeth weren't just for show as you proved when an idiot tried to cop a feel.

You weren't kidding that night when you threatened to bite his hand off. He wasn't even sure how you managed to bite the man's hand clean off, but you did. By the time he arrived to the startled gathering crowd, blood smeared your face like a mockery of his own makeup and the ex-crewman was wailing as he held a stump of his hand.

The crewman shortly went overboard while level-headed Cabji found you some less provocative clothing. And he warned the rest of the crew that if anyone tried that again, he'd let you do as you please.

Even if it was ripping out their throat.

At the time the thought was a bit of an exaggeration. Especially as weeks past and he got to know you better. Your violent side was forgotten even as you'd smile and playfully nip at him with those sharp teeth. You were you, after all. Innocent as a lamb…

And then they finally hunted down the fisherman who had your fur.

Even Ritchie shirked back as you took your revenge, and Buggy was both disturbed and uncomfortably aroused. He hadn't realized how sharp your nails were. How quick you were on land. How vicious you were.

There was no mercy. And by the time you had your dark silvery fur wrapped around your shoulders like a cozy blanket, most of your body was painted red with the blood of your victims.

"Join my circus," he offered as soon as your eyes landed on him. If only to stop him from begging you for something else as he stepped forward over the tattered remains of those who had wronged you, his arms spread as wide as his grin. "Join my crew." (Be with me forever. Stay by my side. Don’t leave me.)

And for a moment, he thought you would take his offer, as you turned towards him, hand partially raised to take one of his. He already had planned that as soon as you touched him, he'd pull you into a hug. To hear you squeal with surprise and laughter. He looked forward to feeling those full curves pressed against his body, the soft warmth radiating from you.

His crew would be even flashier with a selkie. Such a beautiful deadly creature. Being. Person. He didn't even care what roll you took on, you would be amazing. You brought a new spark of life to his crew, and he needed it to stay.

But your hand dropped along with your expression as you stepped away from him. That light in your eyes shifted as you looked away, pulling your fur close to your body. "We had a deal. I'll gather treasure from the seafloor for you, but then I-I should go home."

It was like you had ripped his heart out, and he couldn't will it back into his body. He lowered his arms, though he didn't dare let his smile fall.

No one could know how disappointed he was. Or the fact you had just completely devastated him. "Right. Back to your little selkie pals, even though I haven't seen a single one of them trying to help you. Not like we have. We take care of our own, we'd take care of you."

Okay, maybe a little of his anger seeped out, judging how you shied away. "I'm lost,” you tried to defend. “They don't know where I am, or what happened."

It didn’t settle well with him. Because if you were his, he'd scout the whole four seas for you. Fuck a map, he'd go to the Grand Line blind to look for you. Raid the entire Red Line.

But you weren't. And you would never be.

Because his crew weren’t prisoners. “Okay then, doll face. A deal’s a deal, and it’s time to uphold your end.”

Prompt: Running Away

How could someone look the absolute same, yet act so differently?

Tension filled the air when you returned to the ship. Even though you had your fur and should feel complete, you felt… wrong as Buggy all but ignored you, snapping at the crew to take the ship to wherever you would finish your end of the deal.

Was he that mad that you turned down his offer?

But… you didn't belong here. Not just aboard the ship, surrounded by landkind. But in their whole society. You kept messing up, you were the odd one out. You couldn't contribute any to their circus acts.

Besides, they had seen you overreact to knowing you had found the ones who had stolen your fur. Even after washing yourself as good as you could with a cloth and basin full of water, scrubbing until your skin felt raw, you still could smell the coppery tinge of blood. Taste in your mouth. Remember the feeling of pure bloodlust and rage.

If the crew had tried to interfere, you would have hurt them.

You didn't know if Buggy could recall a limb that had been torn asunder.

Buggy avoided you as the ship tore across the open sea. Before, he would find you several times throughout the day, dragging you to show you something. Or venting about something or another. Or just… teasing you in his own Buggy fashion.

Now it felt like he avoided you.

The crew as well, who would give you looks but usually just left you alone.

You… missed it. How it used to be.

But it was proof you didn't belong. Right?

Finally, after days of awkward silence, you came upon a piece of ocean marked by rocks and shipwrecks. Masts and dark stone raised above the deep blew, rubble crashing upon both as the waves turned wicked.

Finally, Buggy appeared, though avoided looking at you directly, and instead stared at the harsh ocean. "Deadman’s Stacks. Pirates have been trying to use it to escape marines for centuries, often with little luck. Only the best can navigate through the rocky outcropping and the wreckage. And rumor has it, it is a treasure trove beneath the waves."

Cabaji held a bag out to you, "Fill this with whatever you can find, and a deal's a deal."

You took the large rucksack, studying it and making a mental note of how to carry it when in seal form, before glancing at Buggy.

Who was still not looking at you. He used to always catch your gaze with his, and you loved the spark in his dark blue eyes. They were like the tropic seas you had begun to enjoy. Vibrant, warm, playful with a hint of treachery.

Yet now they were as hard and cold as the waters of your home.

You shoved the thoughts and emotions hounding you and quickly stripped the borrowed clothes, feeling the ocean spray briefly as you wrapped your fur around your shoulder.

And jumped overboard.

You heard the start of gasps behind you before you broke the surface of the water, the seal skin furs melting into your body as you changed, senses adjusting to being underwater.

The damage above was nothing compared to below. You couldn't even see the sea floor through the wrecked boats, though the sea life had adjusted and seemed to thrive in the land-kind's ships.

With the strap of the rucksack bitten between your teeth, you dove and searched. Finding the bits and bobbles that the pirates seemed to love and carefully placing them in the bag. Which was hard to do without hands, but you managed.

Time was a foreign concept to you below the ocean,but eventually the rucksack was as full as could be without spilling and you returned to the surface.

To your seal-eyes, everything was overly bright and hazy, but you could make out the large ship at least, swimming toward it. You could hear the crew once they saw you, whooping and hollering in excitement as you drew closer.

You… never thought how you were going to get up.

Just as you realized this, hands gripped your sides just behind your flippers and hiked you up into the air. You bit the strap of the bag in both fear and to keep it from falling as you were lifted up to the deck of the ship.

Into Buggy's arms. You could make out the red of his nose and blue of his hair amongst the bright light, his mouth spread into a grin.

Yet before you could do anything, he had set you down on the wooden deck and gently pried your rucksack from your mouth. Even with your poor senses, you could see and hear them clamoring over the treasures you had brought up.

You had done your end of the bargain. Now it was time to leave. Part of your heart wanted to stay, and threw a fit as you forced your body to wiggle towards the edge.

You heard Buggy call out for you just as you threw yourself overboards, freefalling into the waters below.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Leona, Vil, Azul, Jade, Floyd

Using half snow leopard fae, since growing up they know her secret being a half fae and what's more a mix breed along with her insecurity for being magically weak even being with

Fully knowing she been researching of why she is magically weak in the first place, until they made her laugh in pure happiness of a simple gesture they did that she wasn't aware that the plants around them went to full bloom and the surrounding became warm as if it's spring as she smiled at them and said " despite you being bit stubborn and a goof, you seem to make me feel happy love "

Bonus what will Malleus be when he witnessed that happened? Just out of curiosity

Make Me Laugh | Snow Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader x Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Well for one it isn’t particularly a secret

Its just that you’ve shown interest in it now that you’ve matured

But that has been squashed and sullied by the horrid Diasomnia group

She has no insecurity, so she says

She has no pain, so she says

And she’s not exactly sharing with anybody

Even her childhood friends harem

Anything known about your emotions is subtext

And even then its buried under your…heavy personality

“You want me to laugh? Hmmm then perhaps if you poisoned that student with an herb that transforms his luscious locks into prickly spines, I’d laugh.”

Her joy is birthed at the suffering of her enemies

Or those beneath her

Or Crowley

Honestly anyone’s pain is her serotonin:

Leona Kingscholar

Delivers that if he feels like it

He delights in your laughter no matter how crewel it can be

But he also enjoys you snide remarks as you complain about whatever

He doesn’t care about your fae heritage or your power level

You’re just his (Y/n)

And he knows best how to tell you to stop

When you’re boiling with rage

“Take a breather, its not as though the truth is leaving anytime soon.”

“What do you mean by that?!”

“Your DNA (Y/n) its not the end of the world as long as you’re here so relax. Better yet sleep.”

And if you need him to scar a couple kids its worth your laughter

Vil Schoenheit

“That’s just like you,(Y/n). Well we are having a dance class soon surely you’ll be pleased to put your input.”

If he’s the queen of vanity and beauty, your the king of crewelty

He doesn’t mind just letting you run amok

Especially if it keeps his underlings keeping away from you

And your power means nothing to him

And it shouldn’t to you

Since you’re almost as good at potion-making as him

“Have you’re fun. It is the tax of a king as crewel as you.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Is at his wit’s end

He can never match your lengths in creativity when it comes to igniting your laughter

Though sometimes his attempts make you laugh

He wonders if you had his powers

How much more dastardly your contracts would be

He envies and admires that about you

But where you two relate most is that insecurity

Though he may stutter he’s the first tell you he loves all of you

And that he’s willing to conquer the whole world for you

“You’re such a romantic.”

“...D-do you still want that contract to have the tripping clause?”

“Hahaha yeah!”

Jade Leech

One of few who can make you laugh

Through orchestrated planning and scheming

He can be the one to provide the event that will lift any spirits

He does it often

If only to get praise or the gift of your laughter

“I’m glad that was to your liking but how could you pin me as the culprit?”

“Obviously it has your signature touch!”

To you he’s the comedian of the century

And he usually can match your levels of entertainment

Which will be a perfect distraction while he eliminates all your self-doubt

Floyd Leech

Is more often then not riling you up

Enjoying the aftermath of whatever pent up anger your releasing

But you?

Stressed out or worried?

“Ew lame princess leopard seal are you sad?!”

“What?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU INTO SU–”

“That’s better.”

He’d sooner rile you up than make you laugh

But sometimes you do laugh

And it makes him feel all funny for the rest of the day

But whatever your laughing about ought to be good if it sets you off

And he can’t help but sigh in bliss as he scrapes off the entertainment from his uniform

Malleus Draconia

Is gifted to hear even a hint of your bell-like laughter

You have a several meter long radius for anyone from Diasomnia

Especially him

You’ll prefer to glare at him and cuss him out if he so much as looks at you

“But how can I not stare you’re simply alluring when you–”

“I WISH I COULD KILL YOU DIASOMNIA TRASH! SEVENS I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”

“Even when you scold me you’re so perfect.”

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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I'd really love some Percy de rolo x Reader, them being childhood friends. The trop of she fell first but he fell harder type. If you could! Also love your work!

I'm gonna make this an Imagine for Percy! I love this so, please, enjoy!

He Fell Harder For You Imagine

Percy De Rolo x Reader

I would imagine that you would, of course, fall for him first.

You would fall for him before the fall of Whitestone.

You were one of the castle helpers.

You would help the staff clean, cook, whatever you needed to be at the time.

You would run into Percy as you were cleaning the library.

You and him hit it off pretty well.

You liked him but, of course, who wouldn't fall for a royal if put into your situation.

Percy would not even realize that he would subconsciously look for you around the castle grounds.

He didn't realize he enjoyed your company at all.

As time grew on, you fell for him more and he didn't realize what he was feeling.

I would imagine that you would, of course, fall for him first.

You would fall for him before the fall of Whitestone.

You were one of the castle helpers.

You would help the staff clean, cook, whatever you needed to be at the time.

You would run into Percy as you were cleaning the library.

You and him hit it off pretty well.

You liked him but, of course, who wouldn't fall for a royal if put into your situation.

Percy would not even realize that he would subconsciously look for you around the castle grounds.

He didn't realize he enjoyed your company at all.

As time grew on, you fell for him more and he didn't realize what he was feeling.

After the fall of Whitestone, Percy forgot about you if I'm being honest.

He was so focused on revenge, he forgot about you entirely.

You, on the other hand, knew he was alive but, decided that you needed to move on.

You needed to focus more on your survival than him.

When you both run into each other again, He didn't recognize you.

You didn't identify as your original name anymore.

Everyone called you "Leopard". The nickname was given to you because the Briarwoods were looking for you for some reason so, the rebellion decided to give you a code name so you can remain hidden.

The reason why they chose leopard as the nickname because you may be smaller but, you are fierce. You stand up to anyone. You were a force to be reckoned with. You single handedly killed as many high ranking officials that the Briarwoods placed into office.

You became the definition of badass pretty much. All in the name of survival.

Percy was shook when he figured out it was you. It took Cassandra to say your name first when the two reunited to put the dots together.

You changed so much since the last time he saw you.

He tried to apologize for not recognizing you but, you brushed him off and told him to get a grip of himself and deal with the problem at hand.

That's when the rest of Vox Machina really liked you. They gave each other knowing looks as you said this to Percy and walked off.

Percy, on the other hand, was shocked but, did what you said.

After everything was said and done, You stood by Cassandra's side as she took on the role as the ruler of the town.

Percy pulled you to the side as soon as possible to give you a formal apology.

You just nodded and said that it's whatever and shit happens.

Right after the conversation, Vex came up to you.

She asked if you were interested in a change in scenery and siad that on behalf of Vox Machina, they would like you to join there crew.

You shrugged and said sure. You sealed the deal with a handshake with Trinket licking it in conformation.

With that, you started to travel with Percy and the others.

Percy saw how you were and started to fall for you more and more while you, on the other hand, thought about your past feeling but, kept them in the past.

Percy slowly started to gather himself and tried to express his emotions that he felt towards her in different fashions.

He tried to be subtle at first but soon realized that it wasn't enough.

Soon, he was making you little chains to wear and weapons to better suit your needs. He would make sure to protect you in battle always. He would pay for any items you wanted at shops. He did it all.

You knew something was up but, you couldn't exactly place your finger on exactly what he was trying to accomplish.

It took until Percy got so drunk that he stomped is way to your room at the keep (You decided to not go out drinking because you just wanted some alone time).

He pounded at the door until you answered it.

He stumbled in all disheveled and with a slurring voice told you that he loved you and want you to be his. He loved you every since you were children.

Your heart leaped with joy but, You decided to wait until he confirms his feeling when he was sober.

You kept him in your room all night and let him sleep his drunken state off.

You sat on the windowsill of the room and stayed up all night and just waited.

When he woke up in your room with no recollection of the night before, he panicked. He thought he messed everything up but, it was the exact opposite.

You calmly explained to him the events from the night before as he blushed in embarrassment.

You asked him if he meant what his drunken self said and he made a full confession then and there.

He soon started to ramble about all the things he did wrong about not telling you and you had to shut him up with a kiss.

"Babe. You're rambling."

I hope you enjoyed this imagine! I an currently taking requests! Thank you so much for your support! See You in the next post!

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leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld · 17 days

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Six – Obliterazione Delle Anime}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words:

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter contains dark, sadistic, disturbing, and triggering scenes with detailed, graphic descriptions. A warning has been placed at the beginning of the triggering content.⚠️

TRANSLATION

obliterazione delle anime: obliteration of souls

Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno: I'm your enemy from hell

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I witnessed the scene unfold before my eyes. Jungkook, my beloved Panther hybrid, lay on the ground writhing in pain, blood seeping from the wound on his stomach.

The sight was like a stab to my own heart, rendering me immobile as I grappled with the overwhelming fear and anguish that gripped me. The sound of his growls filled the air, a haunting reminder of his suffering.

I felt a surge of emotions welling up inside me, a mix of helplessness, anger, and a deep sense of connection to Jungkook. It was as if his pain had become my own, urging me to act, to alleviate his suffering in any way possible. I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him, until a sudden embrace broke through my trance.

A deep, familiar voice called out my name, jolting me back to reality. With a start, I dashed to Jungkook's side, pushing aside the shock of the momentary distraction. I knelt beside him, my voice trembling with emotion as I pleaded with him to stay awake, to fight against the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

"Jungkook, please, look at me. Stay with me," I implored, my voice thick with tears. "I won't let anything happen to you. Just hold on, please."

Desperation laced my words as I called out for help, my voice cracking with the intensity of my emotions. I sought aid from those around me, their names tumbling from my lips in a frantic plea for assistance. The panic and fear that clawed at my heart threatened to overwhelm me as Jungkook's eyelids drooped, his breathing slowing.

"No, Jungkook, don't close your eyes," I cried out, my voice breaking with the weight of the moment. "Please, stay with me. Namjoon, Yoongi, anyone, help him!”

I was in the midst of a heated battle, but my focus was solely on protecting Jungkook and ensuring the safety of my hybrids. It was chaos all around, but I remained calm and collected as I gave orders to my men. Sending one to escort Jungkook to safety through the back door, with the hybrids trailing behind us.

"Jay, see to it that we have a car ready immediately. Your job is to ensure the safe extraction of the hybrids and take down Black Eagle and his crew. Stick to the original plan and I'll handle them myself later," I instructed over the earpiece, my voice firm and determined.

"Got it, Miss Valentino. I'll see to it that everything goes smoothly," Jay responded promptly. I acknowledged his commitment, even though he couldn't see me, and ended the call. Jungkook's well-being was my top priority at this moment.

Black Eagle had crossed a line by targeting my hybrids. I may be indifferent to personal threats, but when it comes to my family, vengeance knows no bounds. I vowed to make Black Eagle regret ever laying a finger on my hybrids. His actions had sealed his fate, and I would ensure he paid dearly for his transgressions. As Heaven Valentino, I would rain down retribution like never before seen.

As we made our way through the chaos, determination burned in my eyes. Nothing would stop me from protecting those under my care. With each step, my resolve hardened, and thoughts of vengeance fueled my every move. Black Eagle had awoken a fierce storm within me, and he would soon witness its full fury.

3rd Person's POV

As Heaven and her hybrids dashed towards the car, Jungkook's consciousness flickered on and off like a faulty light bulb.

With the group securely inside, the engine roared to life as the vehicle sped off.

Heaven wasted no time in taking charge, her voice firm but filled with concern. "Take us to my uncle's hybrid center right now," she directed the driver.

As they raced through the streets, Heaven began delegating tasks to her hybrids, "Namjoon, keep pressure on his wound, but don't press too hard. Jimin, pass me the rag from the door pockets. Jin, give me the water bottle," she instructed briskly.

The urgency in her voice was matched by the swift actions of her hybrids, each stepping up without hesitation. Namjoon applied pressure to Jungkook's wound, Jimin handed over the rag, and Jin passed her the water bottle.

Heaven soaked the rag in water and gently wiped Jungkook's forehead, soothing away the beads of sweat that had gathered there. The hybrids observed in silence, their hearts swelling with admiration for their owner’s unwavering care for their injured brother.

Once she had cleaned his face, Heaven tenderly cradled Jungkook's head in her lap, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture. A melody escaped her lips, a soft and sweet tune that seemed to lull the tense atmosphere in the car.

The hybrids watched on, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. In that moment, a unique bond formed between them, and bound them together in a shared concern for Jungkook's well-being.

As the car raced towards their destination, the silence was broken only by the hum of the engine and the gentle melody that Heaven continued to hum.

~3 Hours Later~

As they entered the bustling hybrid facility, the strong scent of antiseptic hit their nostrils, mixed with the lingering odor of fur and earth. The guard, recognizing Heaven, rushed over in concern, his eyes widening at the sight of her blood-stained clothes.

"Heaven, what brings you here- oh my goodness, what happened to you?" he exclaimed in shock, his wrinkled face contorted with worry.

With a sense of urgency, Heaven wasted no time in issuing commands to the older man.

"Ellie, quick! Get the nurses. My Hybrid, Jungkook, has been shot. We need medical help right away!" Her voice was firm and unwavering, a sense of panic peeking through her composed facade.

Ellie, though slightly confused, nodded and darted off to fetch the necessary help. Within moments, a team of nurses came rushing out of the building, a stretcher in tow, their faces etched with concern and readiness.

As they attempted to lift Jungkook onto the stretcher, low growls reverberated through the air, emanating from the other hybrids present. Tension hung thick in the space, the boys wary of unfamiliar hands approaching their injured packmate.

"Calm down, it's okay. They are here to help Jungkook," Heaven spoke soothingly, trying to reassure the agitated hybrids.

"You can trust them, trust me." Her voice carried a sense of authority and compassion, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

Reluctantly, the other hybrids stood down, allowing the nurses to carefully lift Jungkook onto the stretcher and transport him inside the facility for medical attention. Heaven gestured for the group to follow, a silent invitation into the heart of the hybrid facility where secrets and healing intertwined.

Inside, the sterile corridors echoed with the hushed footsteps of hybrids and humans alike. The nurses swiftly wheeled Jungkook into a designated medical bay, taking charge of his care with practiced efficiency. Heaven stood by his side, her gaze unwavering as she watched over him with fierce protectiveness.

The rest of the group hovered anxiously, their expressions a mix of worry and anticipation. They had entered a world unknown to them, a place where hybrid lives hung in delicate balance, and healing was a delicate dance between trust and time.

Hoseok's POV

The tension in the air is thick, suffocating almost, making my chest feel heavy as we wait outside the emergency room. It feels like time has slowed down to a crawl, each minute dragging on forever.

I can't help but worry about Jungkook, my baby brother, even though he's not so little anymore. He's always been the baby of the group, and even though he's strong and capable, that protective instinct in me kicks in every time he's in trouble.

I glance around at the others, my friends who are just as anxious and afraid as I am. Heaven, our new owner, looks particularly shaken. She's been nothing but kind and caring since she bought us, and seeing her so distressed breaks my heart.

Her usual comforting scent of lavender and baby powder has turned bitter, a stark contrast to her usual calming presence. It's like a storm brewing inside her, and I can feel the tension radiating off her.

As I move closer to her, I can see the pain in her eyes, the unshed tears threatening to spill over. She's trying to be strong, to hold it all together, but I can see the cracks in her facade.

I reach out a hand to her shoulder, offering what little comfort I can. She startles at my touch, her eyes locking onto mine, searching for something. I know what she's looking for – reassurance, hope that everything will be okay.

I meet her gaze, trying to convey my silent support. I want her to know that we're all in this together, that we'll get through this as a team. Jungkook will be okay, we'll make sure of it.

As I knelt before her, gently caressing her cheeks, I couldn't help but get lost in the depths of her mesmerizing ocean blue-green eyes that seemed to have darkened with worry, giving them a grey hue.

"Everything will be okay, Jungkook will be fine. He's strong, you know that. Nothing bad can happen to him," I whispered, trying to reassure her in the midst of her distress.

Her defenses crumbled, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably, seeking solace in my embrace. It caught me off guard for a moment, but I quickly gathered myself and enveloped her in a warm hug, holding her close to me.

Her body shook with the intensity of her sobs, all the emotions she had been holding back now pouring out like a dam breaking.

"You're okay, you're fine. He's fine. We're all fine," I murmured, trying to provide whatever comfort I could as she clung to me tightly.

In that moment, something shifted within me. A fierce protectiveness welled up, a determination to shield her from any harm and to fiercely guard her against any threat.

I couldn't stand to see tears in her eyes, the thought alone unbearable. We stayed embraced for what felt like forever, and I noticed her eventually calming down, her breathing evening out as she drifted off to sleep.

My heart ached seeing her so drained. Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, settling her on my lap as she stirred in protest at the movement. I gently made her straddle me, allowing her to nuzzle into my chest for comfort.

A soft kiss on her forehead, and a soothing stroke of her hair seemed to bring her a sense of peace, her sigh of contentment echoing in the room.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, even if it means losing my life," I vowed silently, a fierce determination settling within me.

Seokjin POV

I couldn't help but let out a relieved smile as I gazed at the sight of Hobi and Heaven snuggled up together. The night had been beyond exhausting for all of us, especially with Jungkook's health hanging in the balance. The ominous silence from the doctor was suffocating, leaving us all on edge.

Leaning against the wall, lost in my thoughts, the sudden change of the emergency room's red light to green jolted me back to attention. Without skipping a beat, I straightened up and made my way towards the approaching doctor, with everyone else gathering around me in anticipation.

My heart pounding, I managed to voice my concern, “Doctor, how is my brother doing?” The tension in the air was palpable as we awaited his response.

The doctor's warm smile instantly put me at ease as he began to speak,

“He is fine. Everything went smoothly. The bullet penetrates deep, but fortunately not deep enough to cause any internal damage that could have been life-threatening. Your quick thinking of applying pressure to the wound helped tremendously in preventing excessive bleeding.” His reassuring words washed over us like a soothing balm.

As he continued, my fears started to dissipate, “Although he did lose some blood, we had blood donors ready for an immediate transfusion. We've administered antibiotics to ease any discomfort, and he should regain consciousness either later tonight or early tomorrow morning. There's no need to worry, your brother is out of danger now.” His explanation was like music to my ears, and I felt a massive weight lift off my shoulders.

A collective sigh of relief swept through all of us, the tension releasing like a taut rubber band snapping back to normal. Knowing that Jungkook was going to be okay was the greatest news we could have hoped for after such a harrowing night. Gratefulness flooded my heart, and I felt a surge of emotions knowing that my brother was safe and on the road to recovery.

It was a nerve-wracking moment when the doctor allowed us to see Jungkook, one at a time. He emphasized not to disturb the patient before gracefully excusing himself from the room. We thanked him wholeheartedly as he left to attend to his other duties.

As we stood there, pondering who should go in first to visit Jungkook, Hobi was the one to break the silence. He suggested that Heaven should be the first one to go in, which we all readily agreed upon. After all, it was because of her quick thinking and actions that Jungkook was still with us today.

The thought of almost losing Jungkook sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the outcome. I gestured to Hobi to wake up Heaven and share the good news with her. The relief and joy that washed over us in that moment were indescribable.

Heaven's POV

I felt someone lightly shake me, disrupting my peaceful slumber. Groggily, I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of Hobi peering down at me with a huge grin plastered across his face. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“Heaven sweetie, we have good news,” Hobi chirped, his eyes twinkling with excitement. My mind struggled to catch up as I processed his words. Slowly, the pieces from the events of the previous night started to click into place, sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

Realization dawned on me, and I bolted upright, disentangling myself from Hobi's embrace as thoughts of Jungkook flooded my mind. Panic gripped my heart as I frantically scanned the room, searching for any sign of my beloved Panther hybrid.

“Where is Jungkook? Is he okay?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fear and urgency. The room fell silent, the air heavy with unspoken words as my mind raced with a million possibilities. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I awaited their response.

“Heaven, calm down,” Jin's voice broke through the tense atmosphere, his eyes filled with understanding and reassurance. “Jungkook is safe and sound, resting peacefully. You can go see him now; I'm sure he'll want to see you when he wakes up.”

Relief washed over me in a tidal wave, yet a sliver of doubt lingered in the back of my mind. Could it truly be that Jungkook was unharmed, that my worst fears had not come to pass? With trembling limbs, I allowed Jin to guide me towards Jungkook's room, my heart thudding in my chest with every step.

Stepping into the room, I beheld the sight of my Panther hybrid lying in the hospital bed, his features relaxed in slumber. The worry lines that had etched themselves onto my face softened at the sight of Jungkook's peaceful expression, a calmness settling over me at last.

Striding towards his bedside, I reached out a hand to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, my gaze never leaving his serene face.

In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of tranquility. Jungkook's steady breathing filled the room, a soothing lullaby to my anxious soul. I watched over him, a silent guardian, grateful beyond words that he was safe and sound.

I carefully moved closer and settled on the stool next to his bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his sleeping face. Gently brushing his hair with my fingers, I tried not to disturb his peaceful rest.

"You really scared me earlier, you know," I admitted, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

"When you started drifting in and out of consciousness, I was terrified. I held on to the hope that you would wake up, that you would demand more food, or ask for cuddles, or want to play games, or even just complain about the other guys bothering you, anything to let me know you were okay."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I poured my heart out to him, even though he couldn't hear me.

"Don't ever do something like that again," I scolded softly, the tears now flowing freely.

"I know why you got shot, you know. You jumped in front of me to protect me. That bullet wasn't meant for you, it was meant for me. But you took it without a second thought. You had no reason to do that. What if something had happened to you? I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you." My grip on his hand tightened as I confessed my fears to the unconscious Jungkook.

"It's amazing how quickly you and the guys have become so important to me in such a short amount of time," I continued, my voice breaking with emotion.

"I'd do anything to keep you all safe, to give you the happiness and security you all deserve." Leaning closer to him, I let a solitary tear trace its path down my cheek, the weight of my feelings almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, I felt his hand squeeze mine, and my heart leaped as I turned to look at him. His eyes were open, tears glistening in them as he offered me a warm, grateful smile.

"Thank you for everything, for taking us in, for treating us with love and respect when you had no obligation to," Jungkook's voice, though weak, was filled with sincerity as he raised my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against my skin.

I was taken aback by his gesture, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that surged through me. "No, thank you for coming into my life," I whispered, a sense of gratitude and love engulfing me as I met his gaze, knowing that our bond was something truly special.

3rd Person's POV

In Italian, "obliterazione delle anime" sounded like something out of a horror movie, but for Heaven, it was a mantra for revenge.

Everyone knew not to mess with her, but Black Eagle had crossed a line that even her closest friends didn't dare to tread. She had unleashed something dark and primal inside her, fueled by anger and the need for justice.

After that night, Heaven had made sure her hybrids were safe with her uncle before embarking on her mission. She had always been a one-woman army, but this time, she knew she needed backup.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of retribution, her heart beating with the anticipation of facing off against Black Eagle. The thirst for vengeance was strong, and she was determined to make him pay for the pain he had caused.

As she plotted her next move, Heaven's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. She was ready to unleash her fury and make sure Black Eagle regretted ever crossing her.

~Unknown Location~

It was a dim lit evening, the moon and stars were shining brightly in the sky, casting a magical glow over the landscape. The gentle breeze of the night carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, while the occasional rustle of leaves and chirping of crickets added to the peaceful ambiance.

In the corner of a luxurious balcony, stood a man cloaked in a black silk robe, a glass of whisky in his hand. He leaned casually against the railing, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above. A small, dark smirk played on his lips, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he reflected on the events that transpired just three days ago.

Finally, after years of relentless pursuit, he had uncovered the weakness of Heaven Valentino, the elusive ice queen.

The satisfaction that filled him at that moment was unparalleled, knowing that he held the key to dismantling her carefully constructed facade.

His plan was set into motion as he smirked sinisterly, his mind consumed with dark thoughts of revenge and cruelty. He imagined himself inflicting emotional pain on his target before indulging in his twisted desires of physical dominance. The mere idea of breaking someone down, bit by bit, excited him to no end.

“I will make sure to shatter you, inch by inch. I will start with hurting you emotionally, then keep your body for my sinful guilty pleasures over and over again,” he whispered to himself, his voice laced with malice.

The disturbing images played out in his mind, fueling his twisted fantasies and desires. He reveled in the thought of Heaven's suffering, relishing the idea of her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as he asserted his power over her.

Just as he was lost in his dark musings, a voice suddenly interrupted his reverie, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Why not feed into your fantasies right now?” the voice taunted from behind him, causing him to whirl around in shock.

His eyes widened in surprise as he beheld the unexpected intruder standing before him, a smirk playing on their lips. The sudden appearance of this person caught him off guard, leaving him speechless and bewildered.

“W-what, how did you get here?” he stammered, his composure wavering in the face of this unforeseen encounter.

The person before him adopted an air of faux sadness, her expression a mask of innocence that belied a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Aren't you happy to see me?” She pouted playfully, teasing him with her cryptic words.

Frustration and confusion simmered within him as he struggled to make sense of the situation. His anger flared at the perceived intrusion, demanding answers from the enigmatic figure who had disrupted his twisted reverie.

“Answer my question, woman!” he barked, his voice tinged with vexation and impatience.

Heaven stood before him, unperturbed by his outburst, reveling in the power play that unfolded between them.

“Oh, that was easy. For someone who has the best team, you undeniably do trust your men an awful lot not to betray you,” She taunted, her words laced with sardonic amusement as she closed the distance between them.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to decipher the cryptic remarks of his unexpected visitor. The insinuation of betrayal among his trusted allies struck a nerve, stirring doubt and suspicion within him.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded, his scowl deepening as he sought clarity amidst the shadowy web of intrigue that surrounded them.

His question was met with a knowing smirk from Heaven, her gaze locking with his in a silent challenge. She seemed to take pleasure in pulling back the veils of deception, reveling in the subtle dance of power and revelation that unfolded between them.

“Aww, you poor thing, did you really think I wouldn't be able to find you? Your men are not as smart nor trained as I thought they were. Just a little cock tease, and they'd be at my mercy,” she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery.

His eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, painting a clearer picture of the intricate game that had been played against him. The revelation of his men's vulnerability to manipulation and deceit left him seething with anger and frustration.

“You bloody whore! Just because you have the name of a Saint doesn't make you less of a vile woman. You're right, my men are stupid for thinking with their cocks and not their heads. That is why they will be killed,” he seethed, his anger boiling over as he lashed out in a fit of rage.

His threats fell on deaf ears as she remained unruffled, her demeanor cool and composed in the face of his outburst. She relished in the confrontation, reveling in the power dynamics that played out between them.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you wanted to use me for your 'sinful guilty satisfaction,' where I would scream and beg for mercy,” Heaven taunted, her voice dripping with irony and disdain as she closed the distance between them.

As Heaven moved closer, her proximity sparking an electric tension between them,

“Black Eagle— or should I say Kim Min-Soo,” Heaven revealed his true identity with a smirk, exposing the mask of anonymity he had hidden behind.

The revelation landed like a blow, leaving him reeling as the implications of his true identity being laid bare sank in.

The realization that his carefully constructed facade had been pierced sent a chill down his spine, exposing him to the vulnerability and consequences of his deceit.

“Your plan of acting like some meek little bellboy to get to me was actually pretty clever. Knowing I didn't know of your true identity, coming to personally hand me the invitation with a mask so that I wouldn't know who you are, wow, genius,” Heaven mocked, her words cutting through his defenses with surgical precision.

The power dynamics shifted, with him now standing on shaky ground as Heaven turned the tables on him with a mix of mockery and sardonic amusement.

As he stood face to face with Heaven, the illusion of control and dominance that he had so carefully cultivated crumbled around him, leaving him at the mercy of a force far more formidable than he had anticipated.

In that moment, he realized that his carefully constructed facade had been nothing but a house of cards, ready to collapse at the slightest breath of truth and revelation.

Min-Soo's blood boiled as he gripped her fragile neck between his fingers, her body pressed tightly against his own. The mixture of rage and excitement coursed through him as he spoke, his words laced with a sinister tone.

“Well, well, well, I must say, you get points for managing to track me down. But a delicate flower like you shouldn't be wandering the streets alone. What if some unsavory characters got their hands on you and ruined that precious little cunt of yours, huh, sweetheart?” His words dripped with malice, his breath reeking of alcohol as it washed over her face, making her recoil in disgust.

But she didn't show an ounce of fear as she calmly retorted, her hand teasingly tracing patterns on his bare chest, eliciting a deep growl from him as he clutched her waist possessively.

“Oh, but it seems you've forgotten one crucial detail," she purred, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she ventured lower to where his desire stirred.

His voice was heavy with desire as he leaned in closer, eager for her next words.

“And what might that be?” he breathed against her ear, the anticipation evident in his voice.

She let out a dark chuckle, her voice dripping with malice as she whispered a phrase in Italian, sending a chill down his spine.

"I'm not just any woman, Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno," she hissed, her words a promise of vengeance that sent a shiver down his spine.

With a sudden burst of strength, she wrenched his hand from her neck and swiftly delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, sending him reeling. As he stumbled backward, she delivered the final blow, a needle piercing his skin and injecting a potent sedative into his veins.

As he crumpled to the ground, unconscious, she stood tall and victorious, a triumphant smirk gracing her lips as she spoke her final words.

“I swore to myself that I would be the one to end you, and now that promise is fulfilled. Goodnight, babe,” she taunted, before turning and disappearing into the night, leaving behind a defeated enemy in her wake.

WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. ⚠️

~Time Skip~

Min-Soo's POV

I groaned in pain, my face hurt like a bitch as I tried to move, but it felt like my arms and legs were constricted like some straight jacket from a horror movie, huh? It took a moment of confusion before I finally managed to summon the energy to pry my eyes open.

The dim lighting of the room did little to comfort my disorientation, and as my vision adjusted to the surroundings, I realized my body was tied to a chair in the center of the room.

"What the actual fuc-" I started to mutter under my breath before a nauseating voice cut through the silence, causing my heart to skip a beat. The figure emerged from the shadows, her presence sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh, you're awake," she greeted me with a sickly sweet tone that made my skin crawl.

"You think tying me up will stop me?" I scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of bravado in the face of the unknown threat before me. But deep down, I knew I was in deep trouble.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie, I was only making sure you were comfy and rested for what's to come," she replied, her voice laced with a twisted sense of glee that sent chills down my spine.

As if on cue, the room suddenly brightened as additional bulbs illuminated the space, almost blinding me in the process.

My eyes darted around the room, and that's when I saw it - a fresh human dick was nailed to the wall, a macabre display of grotesque art that made bile rise in my throat.

And then, I looked down and horror gripped me like a vice - my own manhood was missing!

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and the pain that surged through my body felt like a thousand fiery needles piercing my skin. I wanted to scream, to escape this nightmare, but all that escaped my lips was a guttural cry of agony as the adrenaline that once fueled my defiance started to wear off.

"Awe, do you not like my newest piece for my art collection?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malicious amusement at my suffering.

The pain between my legs was unbearable, and I tried to wriggle free from my restraints, but it was as if I was trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight

She approached me with a leisurely pace, reveling in my anguish as she reached out to touch my wet cheeks, her touch feeling like a cold reminder of the hellish reality I found myself in.

I could do nothing but let her, my body numb and my spirit shattered by the sheer cruelty of the situation. The realization that I was at the mercy of a deranged individual hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew that I was about to endure horrors beyond my wildest nightmares.

3rd Person's POV

As she stood there with an evil smirk playing on her lips, she looked positively diabolic, as if she had been possessed by the devil himself. The glint in her eyes sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to cross her path.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you open like this," she spoke with a chilling calmness in her voice. "Luckily, I'm a fashion designer, which means my stitch work is fantastic. I assure you, you'll be good as new."

She expertly donned her gloves and prepared a sterilized needle and thread, her movements precise and calculated.

"I'm going to have to warn you, this will hurt," she continued, a malevolent smile playing on her lips. "But just a little. You'll barely feel anything."

Despite his desperate pleas and frantic begging, she paid no heed. With a swift motion, the needle pierced through the meaty, chunky flesh, causing him to scream out in excruciating pain.

Her laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as she continued her work as though she was on a mission from beyond. She sewed and sewed, the needle dancing in her skilled hands, the thread weaving a grotesque pattern on his skin.

She seemed unperturbed by his ear-deafening exclamations, her focus solely on her gruesome task at hand.

"Yikes, my hands are all bloody," she remarked casually, as though she was discussing the weather. "Just give me a moment to clean myself up."

Leaving him writhing in agony on the chair, she disappeared momentarily, leaving behind a trail of terror and despair. Min-Soo lay there, on the brink of losing consciousness, his body racked with intense pain that threatened to consume him whole.

When she returned, a sickening glee danced in her eyes, her smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's, but devoid of any semblance of human emotion.

"Now, for the last fun part," she declared, her voice dripping with faux empathy. "You'll enjoy it, as you won't have to suffer much. I'm not heartless, you know."

She brought a tool box and placed it on the table beside him. The metal clinks of the tools against each other echoed through the room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Each item in the toolbox seemed to hold a sinister purpose, sending shivers down his spine.

“I'm sure you learnt how to dissect a frog in middle school, and the fascination you'd get after is great, that's why I'm going to do the same to you,” Heaven Valentino's voice dripped with malice, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Min-Soo's eyes popped out as he heard the disturbing words leave her mouth. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a wave of fear washed over him like a chilling breeze.

In his thirty years of life, he has never heard someone sound so diabolical, much less expect that from a woman as fragile looking as Heaven Valentino.

It was as if a dark shadow had consumed her, twisting her innocent appearance into something malevolent and pure evil.

It's like the woman had given control to her inner demons.

She gripped the knife and sliced along his chest from top to bottom. The searing pain shot through Min-Soo's body, making his every nerve scream in agony. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intensifying the terror swirling within him.

The man wailed, the pain unendurable. His voice filled the room, a symphony of suffering that seemed to go unheard by anyone beyond the four walls enclosing them.

“Just kill me please, kill me already, I beg you!” He cried out, his voice hoarse and desperate. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mixture of pain and fear clouding his vision.

"Gladly," Heaven's smile dropped, revealing a cold and distant expression that sent chills down his spine. The glint in her eyes spoke of a darkness within her that he could never have imagined.

The ambiance belched something deadly like a forbidden entity as she slowly but deeply pierced the razor sharp knife into his chest, plunging through him. A gut-wrenching sound filled the room as the blade tore through flesh and bone, sealing his fate.

His eyes were shot open, a tear trickled down his face, an inaudible cry left his mouth. And his chest heaved his last breath. The room fell silent, the oppressive weight of death lingering in the air as Black Eagle's life slipped away, leaving behind only emptiness and sorrow.

END OF TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Taehyung's POV

It's been quite some time since we've had any contact with Heaven. She left us at her uncle's hybrid facility and assured us that she would return soon to bring us back. I can't help but worry about her safety, what if something happened to her and we have no way of knowing?

I really hope she's okay and will be back with us soon.

Jungkook is recovering quickly, thanks to the amazing healing abilities of hybrids. He's been asking about Heaven, just like the rest of us, but none of us have any solid information to give him. We are all in the dark about her whereabouts and well-being.

I decided to visit Jungkook in his room to play some games with him. Dante, Heaven's uncle, has been incredibly kind and caring towards us. He provided us with our own comfortable rooms filled with everything we could possibly need. Dante always checks in on us and asks if there's anything we require.

When Jungkook asked for games, Dante went above and beyond by getting him a whole PlayStation set. We had no idea how to use it initially, but Dante patiently taught us the ropes. Ever since then, we've been hooked on gaming, especially Jungkook. It's been a great way to keep our minds occupied and pass the time while we wait for Heaven's return.

As I strolled along the hallway of the familiar facility, my senses suddenly came alive as the fragrant smell of lavender and baby powder danced around me. It was a scent I knew all too well, one that was both addictive and comforting.

Without hesitation, I followed the alluring trail which eventually led me to the reception area where she stood.

Her presence never failed to captivate me. With a gracefulness that seemed to defy all logic, she turned towards me. Our eyes met, and in that singular moment, everything else faded away. It was as though the world had stopped spinning, leaving only her in my line of sight.

"Kitty," her voice called out, filled with warmth and affection. Her arms opened wide, beckoning me closer.

I didn't need a second invitation. With a rush of emotions, I closed the distance between us and enveloped her in a tight embrace, lifting her delicate frame off the ground.

The scent of lavender and baby powder enveloped me, triggering a flood of memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

The tears came unexpectedly, spilling down my cheeks as I clung to her. With gentle hands, she brushed away my tears, her tender kisses leaving a trail of comfort on my skin. Her smile, so familiar and yet so enchanting, melted any lingering doubts or fears in my heart.

"I missed you so much, kitty," her voice, like a soothing melody, whispered in my ear as we remained entwined in each other's arms. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of us, cocooned in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken words.

But reality soon intruded, reminding me that others were waiting for her return. Guilt tugged at my heart, knowing that I had monopolized her attention for too long. The rest of the guys, especially Jungkook, must be eager to reunite with her as well.

"Heaven, the other guys have been longing to see you, especially Jungkook. He's been asking about you nonstop, almost to the point of obsession," I confessed with a chuckle, breaking the momentary silence between us.

Without missing a beat, she smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way to my other babies," she declared, her command swathed in a layer of undeniable cuteness that never failed to charm me.

Reluctantly, I released her from my embrace and took her hand in mine, the size difference between our hands a poignant reminder of our bond.

As I guided her towards the waiting group of friends, a sense of contentment washed over me, knowing that she was finally back where she belonged.

With us.

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Hey there, lovely readers!

I just had to dive into the depths of darkness for this chapter, and let me tell you, it was like navigating through a pitch-black tunnel.

Writing it made me feel all kinds of emotions, and I hope you're all doing ok after reading it. But hey, at least Heaven finally got her sweet dose of revenge, right? Justice served!

I'm dying to know - what did you think of this chapter? My personal favorite part to write was the lovely little scene between Hobi and Heaven. It was just so heartwarming and adorable, it made my heart do a little twirl.

And oh my gosh, can we talk about Heaven's interactions with Taehyung? Literally the cutest thing ever, right? It's moments like those that make me fall in love with writing all over again. 💞

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naffeclipse · 5 months

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Sooooo I have no idea what I'm doing but I loved ur Soft underbelly story so I couldn't resist drawing these.

I got really into leopardseal y/n design. >///<

OH I'M EATING YOUR ART AHHHH! Mama Y/N is so cute!!! And her baby, awwww! What an adorable shrimp! I love how big Eclipse is while bringing her a fish and the expressions are *mwah*!

Thank you so much for sharing! ❤️

#look at them!!!#ohhh i love how growly y/n is hehe #and eclipse is as always a menace!#soft underbelly #soft underbelly fanart #leopard seal!reader #orca!eclipse #random-tail

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random-tail · 5 months

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A mini comic Doodle based off this ask

Based off of the ever growing Apex Polarity au by @naffeclipse

Humpback!reader designed by @cailaventog

Harpy!reader designed by @shine-boo

#leopard seal!reader #humpback!reader #orca!eclipse #apex polarity #sketch #doodle comic #harpy!reader

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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Bikini Top Malfunction - p.m

a/n: i loved this so much, i hope i did this right, anon. forgive me if not. also i'm sorry but this gif is so hot, it's actually distracting me lmfao. thank you forthe ask by the way, i was so excited when i saw it, it was my first one! i hope i did this justice so you don't hate me.. ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x you, platonic!rooster x you

warnings: none tbh i kept it sfw

wc: 2,530

the request: "Maverick have a crush on the reader but he is afraid to reach out to her because she is younger than him and when they are playing beach soccer her bikini untie and she asks him for help (and he is like omg)" i'm a tumblr virgin so i had no idea how to quote the ask like some other ppl too fml

y/c/s - your call sign, y/h/c - your hair colour, y/e/c - your eye colour

sex drugs etc. by beach weather - this was the song i listened to as i wrote this hehe

The mid-day sun burned down onto the beach you and the squad were currently playing soccer on; the hot rays beating off your sweaty and oily bodies. You, Hangman, Coyote and Maverick were on one team and Rooster, Phoenix, Fanboy and Bob were on the opposing team. The sound of the crashing waves travelled into your ears and it calmed your racing mind, almost sending you into a zen-like state. The whole group of you were playing football on the beach and in Maverick's words, it was a way to get you all to work as a team. You were wearing a leopard print bikini, with small, short frills extending from the rim of the cups, with a pair of loose shorts on your bottom. The boys were wearing their classic jean shorts, aka top tier modern fashion.

Sand sprayed from behind your feet as you sprinted across the beach with the football between your feet, your eyes firmly locked onto Bob who was unfortunately deemed goal keeper. He kept a straight face, his hands coming up to defend against your oncoming attack. Suddenly, you were tackled to the ground by a smirking Phoenix, your back thudding against the sand-ridden ground. "Shit," You groaned at the coarse grains scraping against your skin. Your eyes quickly darted across the make-shift pitch to find that Fanboy had stolen the ball and was now trying to make his way through Hangman on your half of the pitch.

"Sorry, Y/C/S." She mumbled, hardly trying to hide the comical smile picking at the corners of her lips. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling back, as you shuffled forwards to sit up. A helping hand suddenly appeared in your vision and you furrowed your brows at the sight. You quickly looked up to find Maverick, a smirk upon his lips. A blush quickly settled onto your cheeks as your eyes fell to his shirtless body, your gaze tumbling down his sweaty, chiselled torso. You silently thanked the heavens above that you were all wearing sunglasses.

Swallowing thickly, you inhaled a quick breath of air to compose yourself before you spoke, not exactly wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your captain and instructor. "Don't." You laughed as you took his hand, knowing the witty man definitely had a line he was waiting to say. The older pilot lifted you up with ease, and he let out a brief laugh, his pale blue eyes meeting yours. It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot through your body as the two of you held eye contact.

"My lips are sealed, Y/C/S." He chuckled as his hand slipped from yours once you were stood up, your smile falling a little at the loss of contact. "C'mon, I don't really wanna give Rooster bragging rights." Maverick jogged off with a smirk to defend against Fanboy who was heading towards your team's goalkeeper, Coyote.

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed again. Before you turned around to cover Rooster as Coyote had saved the goal, Maverick sent you a quick smile again and you felt your cheeks burn. Turning around, you rolled your eyes and stood beside Rooster, attempting to block any passes his way.

"I'm open!" Rooster called to Phoenix from beside you, his six foot tall body shouldering into you. You grew a little tired of his body shoving against you, so you elbowed his side, making the moustached pilot grunt in return. Rooster looked down at you with a frown, his black and gold aviators hanging off the end of his nose. "Y/C/S!" He dramatically gasped, an amused grin reaching his moustached lips. You looked at him innocently, raising your brows.

"What?!" You asked, feigning confusion, attempting to hide the laugh that threatened to escape you. Maverick's eyes instantly found your figure as the commotion reached his ears. He kept playing, although he made sure to keep an eye on you just in case. The captain knew he shouldn't feel something towards you, he should know better than to crush on one of his students. You were different though. He didn't know what it was, but something was there. Looking back to you and Rooster, Maverick's eyes watched Rooster with you, a knot forming in his chest. He wished it was him that you were messing around with.

"You really wanna play dirty? Alright, let's go!" Rooster laughed out loud, large hands coming to push against your bare back. You gasped at him, throwing your hands back against his toned stomach in an attempt to keep him back. "C'mon, Y/C/S, give it up already." Rooster chuckled again, putting all of his weight onto you. A brief groan left your lips as you struggled to hold the taller man back. All of a sudden, a lightbulb lit up over your head. Rooster's gonna hate you for this, but my gosh will it be hilarious. Should teach him a lesson too.

You looked up at him, throwing a smirk his way. His brows quickly furrowed together in short-lived confusion. "Alright, I give up." A dramatic sigh fell from your lips as you quickly shuffled to the left, and held your leg out to trip Rooster up. You couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter as the aforementioned pilot fell as you moved out of his way, his legs shooting forwards to try and steady himself. Rooster's foot tripped on your leg and he faceplanted into the sand, his hands rushing forwards to catch himself.

The loud thud caught the attention of the squad and they all quickly erupted into fits of laughter, watching Rooster turn onto his back to sit up. He glared up at you and you only smiled at him, shrugging. "What? You told me to give up, so I did!" You simply said, watching him stand up. Rooster brushed the sand off of his jean shorts as best as he could, the grains falling into the wind. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile, and you returned it, placing your hands upon your hips as you stared at the half-dressed pilot.

"Same old Rooster!" Hangman laughed, slapping a hand on the aforementioned pilot's back, walking past him with an amused sigh.

"You son of a bitch," He grinned, walking up to you. "You're gonna pay for that." Rooster narrowed his eyes at you and pointed at you, his other finger coming up to pull down his aviators so you could see his squinting brown eyes.

"Oh really?" You cocked a brow, almost challenging the younger Bradshaw. Rooster moved closer to you with a smirk, pushing his chest against you, your chin coming up to reach the middle of it. You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated by some big-headed chump. The sound of the game taking place around you became muffled as the two of you stared at each other, eyes refusing to blink or even break contact.

"Hey!" Phoenix yelled. The two of you instantly looked to her, backing off from each other. "Knock it off, kids!" She yelled again and you laughed at her words, holding your hands up in defence. You threw a taunting look to Rooster as he walked away, sticking out your tongue for a quick second and he stuck his middle finger up at you, in which you dramatically opened your mouth, as if in shock.

"I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that!" He shouted over at you, throwing a sarcastic apologetic look your way. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, heading towards the group.

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The game was coming to an end as you had the ball between your feet again, this time keeping an eye out for Phoenix. She was fast - almost invisible at times. As you were running, you felt the strings of your bikini begin to loosen. "Shit," You mumbled, throwing a hand behind you to hold the quickly-loosening strings together, earning a few confused looks from the squad. As you were nearing Bob, your eyes spotted Coyote to the right.

"Open!" He yelled, waving his arm to you. Somehow, miraculously, no one was covering the most obvious danger to their goal. You booted the ball to him and Coyote caught it, his feet kicking the ball between his feet as he moved towards Bob, Phoenix hot on his tail. Rooster had slipped over in an attempt to tackle Coyote.

You laughed to yourself as you turned around, your hand still holding your bikini top together. Fumbling, you tried to tie it back together, but in all honesty, you couldn't tie a bow behind you, it was one of your flaws. It was just something you could never master. Groaning in frustration, your eyes found Maverick who was a couple feet in front of you, watching Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote and Bob fight for the ball. "Hey, Mav," You said quietly, making him turn around to face you. A smile quickly reached his lips as he looked at you, and you cheeks burned under his gaze, his eyes looking to where your arm was currently bent behind your back.

"You okay, Y/C/S?" He frowned, a laugh soon escaping his lips as he looked back up at you. Maverick was a little confused as to why you had your arm behind your back like you were about to pull something out from behind it. His eyes searched yours for any sign of a clue, but he didn't find much as you stared at him, your doe-like eyes making his heart race. Internally, he cursed himself for letting himself feel something towards you. He felt awful, to be honest. You were twenty eight, and he was fifty one - it was written in the stars that you weren't meant to be. Laying awake at night he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the fact.

"Yeah, I just, err," You stumbled over your words, not really having a clue at how to ask him to help you tie your bikini top back up. "My top.." You bit your lip, avoiding Maverick's curious, prying eyes.

"Your.. top?" His thick, brown brows knitted together in confusion at your words.

You sighed deeply, glancing between the golden sand and his baby blue eyes. "Can you help me tie it back up? It came undone when I was running across the beach." You quickly said with a laugh and Maverick's eyes shot open as you finished your question, a little surprised that you came to him to ask such a question. He was in shock, in all honesty.

"Y-yeah, of course," He smiled, his voice quiet. "Turn around." He said with a lowered voice. You let go of the strings, your hands quickly rushing to hold your top on your front - you didn't really want to flash anyone today. Especially the squad. Your heart fluttered as his fingers grazed against your bare back, goose bumps erupting on your skin. His rough fingers brushed your hair out of the way and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, making your toes curl into the sand beneath your feet. Biting down on your bottom lip, Maverick tightened the top, and you adjusted the front of it, your fingers pulling it down a little. "How tight do you want it?" He asked from behind you, a small smile on his face.

"As tight as possible, please, I don't really want to flash anyone today." You joked, trying to swallow down the anxiety that had suddenly overtaken your body. An amused rumble came from Maverick behind you as he chuckled, pulling the strings of your bikini top as tight as he possibly could.

"Alright, I'm sorry if I hurt you." He replied as his skilful fingers tied the two strings into a tight bow. You shook your head gently at his words, in disbelief that Maverick would ever hurt you. In all honesty, he is too sweet for this world. His smooth voice fished you out of your thoughts. "Double knot?" He asked, waiting for your reply. You nodded, not having the confidence to say yes in fear of choking on your words. You felt Maverick tie the bow once more into a knot and his fingers grasped your hair gently and pulled it from your neck, letting it fall back into it's previous place.

"Thank you, Mav, you saved me a lot of trouble there." You smiled sheepishly, allowing a breathy laugh to slide out. Maverick smiled back at you, his eyes falling to the ground for a quick moment before he spoke again. In truth, the man was trying to compose himself as he stared at you. You really did make him nervous. He tried not to focus on the loose strands of your Y/H/C hair flying about in the gentle wind, the way your Y/E/C eyes sparkles in the bright sun, the way your gleaming grin made his heart skip a beat. He hated how he loved it when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at something, or when your nose crinkled up when you tasted or smelled something you didn't like - or when you closed your eyes with a happy smile when you tasted or smelled something you did like. Over the time he's known you, Maverick has only grown to admire and adore you that much more. He wasn't going to forget this moment for a while, it was burned into his brain now.

Maverick felt a ball of warmth envelope his chest as your laugh rang through his ears, a feeling of contentment spreading through him. He shook his head. "Don't mention it, I think I'm just glad I don't need to worry about that sorta' thing." He laughed, his lips curling up into a grin, flashing his straight, white teeth at you. His smile and laugh was contagious to you.

"Tell me about it." You chuckled quietly, glancing at the yellow sand that lay still upon the ground. Maverick opened his mouth to say something else, but Rooster's booming voice interrupted the sweet moment between two of you.

"C'mon, old man!" Rooster shouted as he, Hangman and Coyote rushed to him, their hands slipping underneath his arms and legs. You let out a roar of laughter at the three of them, watching the trio pick up Maverick.

"Can't let grandpa get too hot!" Hangman sighed with a grin. He looked at you and sent a wink, his signature smart-ass grin falling onto his lips. You rolled your eyes at the aviator and looked to Maverick who was already looking at you. They all laughed as Maverick groaned, shutting his eyes in defeat. He gave in and just let them do what they were going to do - he knew there was no point struggling against three, young and strong Naval aviators.

"See you later, Mav." You giggled, waving at him as they all jumped into the sea together, a loud and chaotic splash engulfing the four of them. You thought back to the moment before Rooster, Hangman and Coyote stole Maverick from you. Staring at the man in question with a smile, you wondered what he had to say - or ask. He threw a hand up to wave at you with what seemed like a smile from the ocean, with the other three pilots beside him. You giggled and waved back at him, a warmth engulfing your body.

It seemed like the man had - in the words of Mr. Darcy - bewitched you, body and soul.

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