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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year ago

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ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ, ꜱᴀᴍ, ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛᴛ, ᴀʟᴇx

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

A/N: trying out a new format, so lemme know what you think! Idk if this'll become a regular thing, but I like the way this looks lol. It's so fancy. Also, I got some requests for sdv on my other blog, so I'm posting it here and combining all the requests into one lol

ꜱᴇʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴀɴ:

out of all the bachelors (that I write for), I think he would take the longest time to warm up to

if you become friends with Sam or Abigail first, it'll definitely help him warm up to you faster

after y'all finally start dating (you probs had to ask him), he's still pretty shy around you

he doesn't have a lot of dating experience (if any at all), so he's very unsure of how to go about things

after getting to know each other more though, he finally starts to relax more around you

in general, I think homeboy is very reserved

so, I think when it comes to initiating physical touch, telling you what's wrong, etc etc, it can take him a long time to actually get around to doing those things

you always reassure him through everything though and make sure he knows that you're there to support, learn, and grow with him no matter what :)

after like a year of dating, y'all are basically perfect

you know the in's and out's of the other person

homeboy is a BIG cuddler

I think the way he shows physical affection is probably quality time

I can just see him wanting to share your space, even if you two aren't necessarily doing anything together

Like, just do your own thing while he games, or come join him!

when you two live together, I think things are kinda bumpy at first as you adjust to having someone else in your space all the time

probs leads to a few arguments, but nothing some good ol communication can't fix

when it comes to going to bed, homie stays up rather late, so if you don't, you banish him to the abyss (the living room) if he needs to do something with light or sound (if that'll keep you up, that is)

if you're also a night owl, you two are two peas in a pod

y'all will curl up and watch a movie, talk, play games, you name it

nighttime is always his fav time to spend with you bc you aren't busy doing farm work

I think his fav cuddling position is spooning, but where you spoon him 🥺 he just wants to be held man 🥺

ꜱᴀᴍ:

falls in love with you SO FAST

dude was smitten with you as soon as he saw you tbh

he's just such a simpy loverboy, he ca't help himself

gives you gifts probs just as much as you give him gifts

matter of fact, that's probs his love language right there

OMG loves writing short lil verses for you 🥺 (definitely is WAY too shy to read or preform them to you at first, but maybe once you two start dating he shows them to you and you literally SWOON)

probs asks you out at least three times a week and you always think it's a joke (aww and maybe at one point he stops asking and you're kinda bummed cause you thought it was really cute but when you mention it to Abigail or Sebastian they're like ??? he wasn't kidding and you're like GHOSRIGHR SAM BABE PLS COME BACK omg the potential angst I'm-)

when you two are officially together, he is not quiet about it

bro basically makes a public announcement that y'all are madly in love (he's so embarrassing pls)

even before you started dating, he's very touchy with you

in general, I think he's a touchy kinda guy, but especially with you

always has his hands on you, always wants you close to him, always always always

similar to Sebastian, I think he's also a night owl, so if you are too, he's just like :) let's! watch! a! bunch! of! movies! :) (and then falls asleep during like the second one lmao)

also a big gamer, so he'd piss himself if you offer to game with him

fav cuddling position is probs spooning where he gets to hold you as close to him as he likes :) (which is as close as humanly possible)

ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛᴛ:

I think Elliott is super polite and friendly to you, but nothing more

so, it's you pursuing him, I think

he probs doesn't even realize that you're flirting with him and trying to rizz him up for the longest time LMAO

he's always very flattered and honestly a little flustered anytime you give him gifts, compliment him, etc.

will die ON THE SPOT if you write a poem for him (even if it's bad. it's the thought that counts <3)

when he starts to take romantic interest in you, expect a LOT of poems, actually

in general, anytime he speaks to you it's all very flowery and beautiful (and sometimes you don't even really know what he's saying bc it'll be old english, but you know it's romantic nonetheless)

"Thou art wise as thou art beautiful." and "Mine eye is enthrallèd to thy shape." and the probs the most romantic one by far that he said once you two started officially dating, "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read."

treats you like royalty, on god

he's such a hopeless romantic, so he does the whole nine yards of flowers, candies, poems, love letters/notes, thoughtful gifts, you name it

he's enraptured by you and wants you by his side for all eternity

in general, I think his love language is probably words of affirmation

he tends to go on poetic tangents about your beauty (and just you in general) quite often

he's a simp, your honor

as for sleepy time, I think he's an old man that goes to bed at the latest 10 pm and wakes up earliest 7 am. This, of course, is if he isn't struck by creative genius and has to write until 6 am to get everything he needs out

awe, it's cute because if you're out and about trying to finish some farming stuff, by like 2 am he's waking up bc he's like :( where are you :( the bed is cold :(( come back :((( and is all worried about you bc "it's late." But the second he does it and you're like babe wha- he's like "No talk. Must write." and that's the end of the conversation LMAO

fav position to cuddle is the one where he's laying on his back and you're on your side with your head on his chest/shoulder/neck. He LOVES LOVES LOVES rubbing your back and/or playing with your hair as y'all fall asleep

ᴀʟᴇx:

is not shy about how he feels about you

compliments you EVERY SINGLE TIME he sees you without fail

he loves how flustered you get when he does it

is definitely the type to be able to dish it out but can't take it

WILL turn into a tomato ON SIGHT if you compliment his muscles or tell him he looks strong

he probs asks you out on a date rather shortly after meeting you and does his best to rizz you up

I think in his head he's this big, tough, macho guy with these big muscles and words made of satin, but in reality I think that while he is strong, he's such a dork (in the best way possible)

like, on your first date, he's probs like "yeah ima charm the pants off of them!" and then he sees you and literally can't stop stuttering and tripping over his own words because of how beautiful you are

bro is COMMITTED to you after that first date though

he's always asking to hang out to the point he even offers to help you out on the farm (which he ends up loving because he likes doing all the heavy lifting stuff, like moving bales of hay or chopped down trees)

bc of this, I think his love language is acts of service bc he knows that it's something he's good at

you need help around the farm? He's got you, babe. You need something from that top shelf? Easy, babe. Oh no! That one place is closing soon and you forgot to run that errand? He can get there in no time, babe. Had a long day and just need to relax? He's ready to give you a massage and run a bath for you. Whatever you need

he's definitely big on physical touch and I think his favorite way of greeting you is to sneak up behind you and hug you from behind

he loves feeling you jump in surprise before relaxing into him

I like to think he's on a very strict regime where he, of course, has to exercise and eat right, but I think he also is required to get at least eight hours of sleep every night

so, similar to Elliott, he's an old man and goes to bed early and wakes up early to start that daily grind 🤩💪

fav cuddling position is to have you lay on top of him, like full body just suffocating him

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potatoplace · 3 months ago

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Labyrinth: Claws

C2 | C3: Claws | C4

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader - A Backrooms AU

series masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: You attempt an escape that doesn't go quite to plan.

Warnings: moderately serious injury, horror elements, omegaverse, dub-con bathing + wound care (lemme know if I missed something)

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: I hope you guys like this one!! I had so much fun writing it, I've really been loving working on this series. Lemme know what you think! Can you guess what's happening towards the end of the chapter? 🤭

18+ only pls

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Being nestled between two people was not how you’d expected to wake up, but then again, life the past few days had been anything but expected.

You managed to slowly wiggle your way out from between them - Rhys and Feyre, your mind supplied - without waking them, careful not to rub your palms on the furs below you. Once you were free of them, you stood and assessed your body.

Your feet were still sore, but not nearly as bad as the last time you’d been standing, and paired with the soft leather socks, you were certain that you could make it a good distance away from here before they started to ache terribly. The pain in your knees was nearly gone now, and when you gave them a quick glance, the skin was mostly healed already - a far cry from how they’d looked the last time you set eyes on them. The scrapes on your hands were only patches of pink, raw skin now, stiff but able to grab the doorknob that would lead you to freedom.

As you carefully opened the one door in the room, you risked a look back at the sleeping couple, the empty space between them sending a pang of… something to your heart. You turned away from them and to the room that lay before you, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could. The same yellow walls greeted you, though this room had five doors, six if you included the one that you had passed through.

It was furnished well, with couches covered in furs and a low table between them in front of you, as well as a large wooden dining table with matching chairs and a nicely sized kitchen towards your right. Four of the doors in front of you were slightly cracked, with only one being closed completely.

Surely they would be more likely to close the door that leads to the rest of this place, right? You thought to yourself as you snuck towards the closed door, over to your left. The door swung openly silently, and you shut it slowly before looking into the hallways before you.

There were three paths that you could take. Three identical, endless hallways.

Seeing as you had no idea which direction they’d brought you from, you also had no idea which direction might lead out of here. A sigh left your lips, and you began walking to your right.

The hallways were the same as they had been before you’d been abducted, yellow walls with concrete floors, though as you went further from the relative safety you’d been in, more decay began showing in your surroundings. The concrete grew rougher, and cracks appeared in the wallpaper, whose color you knew would make you sick for the rest of your life, if you ever escaped from here.

With the state of the floors, you were grateful for the soft socks on your feet, though you did feel the tiniest bit bad for taking them with you, likely for them to be ruined by your journey. Your soft fur dress was a welcome comfort as well, its hem falling to your knees and sleeves reaching halfway down your forearms, keeping you much warmer from the chill of the hallways than your skimpy party dress had.

You were sad that you hadn’t looked for your heels, or something else that you would be able to use as a weapon if the situation called for it, but you’d had a feeling that taking any extra time in the couple’s den would have lead to you getting caught by them.

As it was, you carried on at a steady pace, though you knew you were still weakened from your previous days of having no food or water.

Water.

Oh, you would miss having water. But being free? That was far more important.

You took whatever turns you could in an effort to not be found by Feyre or Rhys, though you had a strange feeling on the back of your neck already, like you were being watched. Resisting the urge to look behind you, you trudged onwards, nose wrinkling when your stomach growled loudly.

Maybe you would stumble across something to eat soon, some berries that wouldn’t turn to ash the moment you touched them.

The hallways stretched on endlessly in all directions, each one so similar to the last that you thought you may be going in circles, if not for your newest discovery.

In front of you was a courtyard - well, below you was a courtyard, a large grassy area in the shape of a square, with a concrete pathway running through it diagonally. While the sight may have comforted you if you were able to run your fingers through the soft greenery, it had the opposite effect from where you were standing.

Ten stories above it.

All hope you had of finding your way out of here vanished with the sight, cold dread slithering down your spine. There was no way that you had merely tripped and fallen through a door in a drunken haze, even if you had disregarded the life you’d encountered in your time here.

But that left the question: Where were you?

You pulled your arms in around your waist in an effort to comfort yourself, with little effect. A few calming breaths later, you started on your way again, though at this point, you weren’t sure what the point was.

Maybe… Maybe if you tripped into here, you could trip out again?

But that would require you falling, and if you were going to get any more distance between you and the mysterious couple, you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

You tossed your head back and let out a long sigh, resolving to try your theory once you felt you had walked far enough. But for now, you would keep walking at a steady pace and take whichever turns looked most promising.

Yellow hallway after yellow hallway, and with each one you passed through you felt the sensation on the back of your neck grow, a shiver running down your spine.

You’d been walking for at least an hour now, maybe two, and the feeling had grown to a gnawing in the back of your head, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer, especially not when you heard a scratching noise somewhere behind you, your head turning to look over your shoulder.

And then you broke into a run, a scream leaving your lips after your brain processed that behind you was another Attor, its mouth opening to let out a metallic roar that had your ears ringing.

No thoughts were in your head as you took the next corner, your feet screaming as the rough concrete poked through the leather on them. All you needed was to be safe, that’s all.

You risked a glance back at the decaying monster, your head getting light when you saw that the Attor had gotten closer, its bone white claws gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Ahead of you was a large room, yellow pillars placed randomly throughout it, with a hallway branching off from each wall. There was the slightest possibility that you could outrun the monster, or find a pillar to hide behind until it left.

But just as you passed the first pillar, the Attor had pinned you to it, deathly claws sinking into both sides of your waist. You let out a scream, white-hot heat spreading through your torso where your skin was pierced, your body twitching involuntarily and causing pain to lance through your sides.

The creature let out another roar, and your head was spinning as it leaned in. “Oh, she will be very pleased with me,” it cackled, its rancid breath washing over you. “She hasn’t had an omega in years.”

You didn’t have any space in your head left to think about what the Attor meant, not with the pain overtaking your every thought, the sight of the razor-sharp fangs in the beast’s mouth, so close to your vulnerable everything.

But suddenly its claws were tearing through you from left to right, leaving you altogether a moment later, and you sunk to the ground, clutching your sides as you moaned in pain.

A black mass shot past you and into the Attor, and as you turned your head to your right, you saw Rhys, flying towards you with his massive wings and black smoke gathered around him. The sight would have terrified you, if not for the way your sides and stomach were aching, hot blood seeping out of your wounds and soaking your torn dress. He flew past you in an instant, slamming into the Attor, who howled in pain in its metallic voice.

Your vision started to spin as you leaned back against the column behind you, heavy breaths leaving you as your eyelids grew heavy.

Cool hands met your cheeks, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with worried blue-grey ones. She took in a sharp breath when her eyes drifted down, landing on the torn sides of your dress, the blood seeping down you.

“I’ll have you patched up in no time, love, just stay still,” Feyre soothed, her hands lowering to your sides and gripping your waist and stomach gently, staying even when you hissed in pain. A soft glow came from her hands, and you felt a hot, itching sensation where your skin was torn. “There we go, that’ll keep you from bleeding much more until we’re back.” Feyre pushed herself up, then leaned down to scoop you into her arms with ease.

She began walking not a moment later, leading you away from the horrific noises the Attor was making as Rhys tore it apart, his dark laughter drifting after you through the hallways.

Once they were out of sight, you sniffled as the terror of your situation sunk in, how you had nearly died, and would have if not for Rhys and Feyre finding you. Without thinking, you buried your face in Feyre’s neck, taking in deep breaths of lilac and pear, the smell settling the fear in you to a quiet buzz in the back of your mind.

“I’ll save the lecture for when we’re safe, omega, just close your eyes, okay?”

You whimpered in her hold, but did as she asked without question. It was… More pleasant than you’d expected, being carried in her arms and pretending this was normal.

It took a tiny fraction of the time for Feyre to carry you back to their den that it had taken you to walk the distance, making you question just what the hell are these people?

She swung a door open and took you inside, revealing the large room that you had exited from earlier, two men, winged like Rhys, sitting on one of the couches.

Their eyes snapped to the two of you, grins spreading across their lips. “Find the stray omega, hm?” One of them asked in a playful tone, to which Feyre merely growled in response, setting you on edge as she quickly brought you into the room she and Rhys shared.

Feyre set you on your feet gingerly, her hands steadying you by the shoulders when you swayed for a moment. You heard a whistle, and saw the two men standing in the doorway, staring at you in your ripped up dress. Feyre growled once more before slamming the door shut in their faces, turning to you with fire in her eyes.

It cooled in a instant, when she saw the fear in your eyes as you shivered in the cool air, soaked in your own blood.

“Oh, darling, let’s get you into the bath,” Feyre cooed, taking charge and stripping the dress off of you and tossing it into the bucket next to the bathtub. You held your hands to your chest in an attempt to preserve your modesty, whatever amount of it you still had left at this point. Rushing water sounded behind you, and when you turned, the tub was completely filled with steaming hot water.

How, you had no clue.

Feyre attempted to nudge you into the bath, and after you refused to budge she simply sighed and lifted you by your underarms over the lip of the tub and into the water, your feet stinging painfully when they broke the surface.

You whimpered as she gently pushed you down into the water, the stinging even worse on your still somewhat open cuts along your abdomen. “I know, ‘mega, but they need to be cleaned before I do anything else to them,” Feyre murmured as she grabbed a cloth and a small bar of soap. She scrunched her eyebrows together when you tried to move out of her reach, holding your hands out to take the items from her. “Just stay still, I will be bathing you today, Y/N.”

“Why?” You whispered as she gently worked the cloth over the streaks of blood that were stubbornly clinging to your skin, the water turning a light pink as she did so.

“Because you’re my omega, and you got hurt,” Feyre admitted. “I just need to take care of you now, so stop fighting me,” she commanded you gently, your movements stilling.

You let her finish washing you, cheeks flaming when she cleaned your breasts and lower half, though she did keep her touch light. Not that that changed much.

Rhys burst through the door as Feyre was drying off with a soft fur, your hands coming to clutch at it and hide your body from him. He let out a sigh when he saw you, his shoulders and wings relaxing as he turned to shut the door behind him.

You, however, tensed up at how he looked now - his leather clothing, skin, and wings coated in a thick grey substance, one that you had a feeling belonged to the Attor that he had been destroying while Feyre carried you away.

“I’m glad to see that you’re mostly fine now, darling, but if you pull a stunt like that again?” Rhys asked, deadly serious as he stood in front of you. “You will not like the consequences. Am I understood, omega?” It was impossible to keep from nodding your head under the weight of his stare, but the smile he gave you after had the pressure lifting from your chest a moment later. “Good, now let Feyre take care of your wounds while I get this gunk off of me.”

Feyre dressed you in a thin set of knit fur underwear, then guided you down onto the mound of furs you had slept on earlier. She grabbed the wooden jar they had gotten the salve from last night, her face disapproving when she turned back to see your legs pulled to your chest, preventing her from looking at your wounds.

The two of you struggled quietly while Rhys bathed, with Feyre managing to get salve on your re-injured feet, and a new pair of thin leather socks slipped over them.

Water splashing drew your eyes to the bathtub, giving you a good look at Rhys’s naked form. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you looked away from him and back to Feyre, who had a knowing smile on her face as she watched you.

“Rhys, would you help me with her? She’s being very stubborn,” Feyre chirped happily, grinning when Rhys came over, picked you up, and sat down where you had been, settling you onto his lap.

His naked lap.

You fought the urge to wiggle in his hold, knowing that you did not want any consequences from… that.

Rhys chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you as he wrapped his arms around your chest, just above the cuts across your abdomen. “Go ahead, darling, I have a feeling she’ll stay still enough for you now.”

Feyre shared a smile with him as she set to work, her hands applying the cool salve to your broken skin gently.

Rhys kept himself occupied with your neck, his mouth switching between placing soft kisses along its expanse and hovering over the skin, just to take in deep lungfuls of your scent. Halfway through Feyre’s work a rumble came from Rhys’s chest, the vibrations making your body go pleasantly limp in his hold.

By the time Feyre stopped you were feeling sleepy and safe, which was weird considering the situation, but you weren’t about to turn away comfort at this point. You must have closed your eyes, because next thing you knew, Rhys was helping Feyre shimmy a different dress down your torso, loose enough to sleep comfortably in.

But then Rhys had you tucked against his chest against, one arm looped around your abdomen, his free hand idly stroking a pattern over your thigh.

“Open your mouth, love,” Rhys coaxed you, and your lips wrapped around the cool edge of a mug, water trickling down your throat. You opened your eyes to see Feyre holding said mug to your mouth, a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes softened.

“So good for us, Y/N,” Feyre cooed as she took the mug away once you’d emptied it, setting it next to the dish of food that she had, apparently, gone to grab. “Will you eat a bit before you sleep again, love? Since you lost so much blood, it would be the best choice.”

Between your rumbling stomach and her hopefully look, you were more than willing to let them feed you once more, especially if it meant you could get some sleep afterwards.

She slowly fed you a bowl of soup, though how they had meat here, you weren’t sure. But it tasted normal enough, and between it and another mug of water, you were absolutely stuffed by the time Feyre took the dishes over to the small kitchen on the far side of the room, while Rhys took the opportunity to slide down into a laying position, slowly rolling to place you on your side without hurting your wounds.

Feyre rejoined you a few moments later, now bare of her previous clothing as she laid down facing you, and both her and Rhys began pulling furs over the three of you, trapping in a wonderful amount of body heat. Paired with one of Rhys’s wings blocking out the light again, you were lucky to be awake for more than a minute, a wide yawn parting your lips as you settled in fully.

“Good omega, that’s it,” Rhys murmured in your ear as your breathing began to even out, one of his arms reaching over you to pull Feyre closer to both of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that you were nestled between two naked mostly-strangers, not right now, when their lovely scents were mingling around you, their combined warmth cocooning you so wonderfully.

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When you woke, it was to an empty bed.

Which normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern.

But here? With what you’d gone through so recently? Being alone was hardly a good thing for you.

And it didn’t help that you were feeling restless, like something was wrong. So… It couldn’t hurt to check the other room, just to make sure that someone is still around?

You did just that, shimmying out from under the pile of furs that were covering you, leaving them behind even as you shivered in the cool air, mind set on finding someone.

The door opened silently, and you were met with the sight of Rhys sitting on a couch, shirtless but with a large, plush looking fur draped over his lap. Across from him on the other couch were the two other winged men you had seen before falling asleep, but you paid them no mind.

No, your body guided you to what you were needing, your feet taking you directly to where Rhys was sitting.

He looked at you, mouth parting as if to scold you, before you threw yourself onto his lap, your legs bending so that you were straddling him, your arms wrapped tightly around his back. In the next moment you had buried your face in his neck, breathing in the heavenly citrus and sea scent rolling off of him.

Your abdomen ached mildly as you pressed yourself against him, but that was nothing compared to the ache you felt when his arms didn’t immediately wrap around you, though you knew that was an insane thought.

You whined into the skin of his neck, huffing satisfactorily when he pulled you into him more tightly, his own face burying in your neck.

He pulled away quickly, though, causing tears to build in your eyes. Rhys gave you a sympathetic look before he lifted you up slightly to pull the fur from beneath you, letting it drape over you as his arm guided you back into his chest.

That was nicer.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were mostly comfortable as you went back to your previous position, enjoying the soft kisses Rhys was giving your neck as he talked with the other two, their words slipping in one ear and out the other.

The only thing that might make this better…

You yawned widely against Rhys’s neck. You weren’t sure what would make this better, but you would know it when you saw it.

So when you turned your head at the sound of a door shutting to see Feyre, you let out a loud whine from your spot in Rhys’s arms, drawing her attention instantly.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you in his arms, and she made her way over to you quickly. “Awe, is our little omega sweetening up?” She cooed as she slid under the fur and right up to your and Rhys’s sides, one gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. “You just needed a bath and a warm meal, hm?” She asked playfully before leaning in to press her lips to your cheek.

You were, surprisingly, breathless when she pulled away, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to scoot closer to her without losing any contact with Rhys. When you couldn’t, a soft cry left your lips, to which Feyre and Rhys both shushed you quietly. Feyre managed to position herself so her head was near yours, and one arm was halfway over you - as close as she could get how you were laying, and right now you were unwilling to move any further than moving your left arm from wrapping around Rhys to wrapping around Feyre.

You heard one of the other men say something, but it didn’t register as you let yourself relax into the two of them, especially once Rhys made his chest rumble again, soothing you straight to sleep again.

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apparentlytheproblem · 2 years ago

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if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone

druig recomendations

perfectly busy - @tokkiotears

lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.

warnings-

not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up

"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose

bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.

warnings-

angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?

sunshine - @itsapeterthing

firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.

warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.

warnings-

nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.

hold - @redheadspark

bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.

warnings-

Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

warmth - @stranger-nightmare

these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.

warnings-

one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

boyfriend headcannons - @luventi

just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.

warnings-

druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!

shy lover - @writing-wh0re

[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]

felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work

warnings-

Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

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promise-of-soup · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii :3, I want to say first of all you WRITE BEAUTIFULLY WTF, I KISS YOUR HANDS FOR CREATING SOMETHING AMAZING. The HC's of Jiro???? THE OS????? Bruh, I love you, I fucking love you.

So, if you don't mind... Could you make out of the same Affection HC's with Yuri??? 🥺💕 Do it and I'll give you my soul and fidelity for the rest of my life, thankyou.

–🍄(or fungi)

AAAAAAAAA yooooo thank you so much 🍄anon! I'm so glad you liked it xD!! also can i just say; you sound like a fun guy (sorry i have chronic "needs to make a pun" syndrome)

Yuri is such a loser (affectionate), I love him so much :( so...

♫Yuri Isami Affection Headcanons♫

♬Synopsis: how does Yuri Isami show and receive affection? Is it true that he likes being called 'sweet'? find out here :3

♬Tags: Yuri Isami, kind of romantic but not inherently, MC with no description, cringe :3, fluff, a bit suggestive for one second, hehehe

♬Notes: I formatted this the same as the Jiro ones, lemme know if you want more characters :3 I'll eventually make like a masterlist thing if we have more than 4 lolol

*＊✿❀°˖✧✿✧˖°❀✿＊*

Yuri Isami has a bit of a reputation around campus... Sure, pretty much everyone knows he's really smart and that he's already published a bunch of academic papers before he even graduated, but he also gets bullied, a lot, for being kind of an oddball, so when it comes to affection, he is a bit cautious... So that no one thinks he's distracted or anything, not because he gets bullied.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ Showing ꕥ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

He has a modus operandi that is extremly obvious in canon with other things, so I assume it carries out to him showing affection... THIS MAN IS A TSUNDARE.

Alright, so, the very fact he has allowed you to be around him in the first place is a privilege that you should cherish and be thankful for, ignore the fact that he was the one who demanded your company.

When he wants to show affection he begins by finding a way to make you give him affection and then acts like he's doing you a massive favour that you literally begged him for.

In his head, he did that very confidently and slyly, and you can never pick up on it; he tricked you!

In reality he is a stuttering, blushing mess and asked for whatever it was while fidgeting with his hands and looking away -- you'd be evil not to agree ngl

He thinks he's confident with everything else when it comes to affection; in his head he's like "ha-ah! I had embraced MC with a great passion!" and in reality he is shaking and about to cry because the hug is comfortable and you're so close to him.

His favourite form of affection is letting you sit around him while he works, so long as you're not bothering him.

He will text you to come over urgently for a really important thing and then blank realizing he has nothing real to ask you to do, so he'll tell you to sit somewhere and then proceed to stare at you every once in a while as he works lolol, you can tell he's looking at you because he's suddenly sweating a bit and he always clears his throat.

Once more, in his own head he's like "MC has not noticed, in fact, MC is staring at me"

He LOVES holding hands, but is the kind to do it as a designated activity, ie. he would grab your hand, and then stand there holding it for a few minutes, growing more and more sweaty and red, and then he'll be like "Yes, that is sufficent" and let it go lmfao.

When he gets more comfortable and realize you're not going to bully him, his favourite physical affection will transition to hugging.

To him it's sudden, unplanned hugs, but to you, Yuri is approaching slowly with shaken arms and then very cautiously holds you against him for a bit.

He's really sweet, like really really sweet, but he's gone through a lot of mean name calling and dishonest interactions with people, so it takes him a while to feel safe.

Yuri isn't the best at figuring out his own signals, like he feels as though he wants to hug you, but doesn't realize it's because he's sad or anxious, so when you do hug, he suddenly crumbles :((

His highest form of affection is allowing you to see him cry.

Beyond the physical aspect of affection, which as I established, he's a bit slow with, Yuri shows most of his affection from a safe distance using his words.

"Your attire suits you well!" or "You're a competent helper!"

He has enough confidence to say things that are a bit impersonal, but when he gets more comfortable these become, "I enjoy your company" and "You look good" But those are stuttered while he looks away.

Hear me out; hand kisses. IT'S SAFE ENOUGH, so he can do it quite well. He'll grab your hand and slowly raise it to his face, giving you a gentle, barely noticeable kiss on your knuckles, and then look up at you hoping you get the hint and do something further.

That's his way to initiate more contact, he'll do it, and then when you don't move away or call him gross or anything awful like that (because of course you won't), he'll start kissing up your arm until he reaches your face and stops there for even more confirmation that you're alright with it. If you pull him in and kiss him on the lips he will fidget for a second and then kiss you back really intensely.

Guess what? he will still act like you're the one that seduced him into it, of course you did, asdjasskdafhadf

He wants to be affectionate, but it takes him a while to get there, so please be nice to him, but also be patient with the poor guy, he's trying.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ Receiving ꕥ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

Because of what we've established, Yuri needs you to be more straight-forward with him. Trust he loves everything you do, but he will attempt to push you away at every single turn.

He loves when you show up for him:

Come to the lab and put a jacket over his shoulders, massage his shoulders a little bit, sit beside him quietly and let him put his head on your shoulder, caress his head a bit.

If he falls asleep you better let him sleep and not move, also you're lucky because that's him lowering his guard to the extreme.

He looks so cute when he sleeps, you just wanna kiss his forehead and play with his hair gently, he's literally so so cute.

TELL HIM WHEN HE WAKES UP.

Okay look, praise the f out of this guy.

"You're so sweet, Yuri." , "You've done so well today." , "You're so smart" , "So pretty" , "Good job"

Especially if you give him a quick peck on the head after you say it, or like wrap your hands around him. Depending on his mood that day he might be on the verge of tears, but he'll always mummble a little "okay..." or something and melt into you.

Yuri not only loves praise, he really needs it, so on days he feels better; as I said, he's a tsundare so he'll be like "of course I am" or "ah! your praise will get you nowhere.... good try though." but he's invented a new shade of red in the meantime and is avoiding your gaze.

LOVES when you text him that you miss him or ask when you can come visit, because it saves him time making up a reason, and also he can use it against you because you're the one who begged him to visit.

For proper kisses, you need to give him a clear, verbal warning, otherwise he freaks out and goes "wHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he likes being prepared for it so he can hype himself up mentally before it happens.

You know how I mentioned he'll kiss up your arm? yeah, the little hand kiss he does is how you know he wants more of you, if you cut to the chase and immediately pull him in for a kiss, he'll be soooo happy, because you really really need him, don't you?

Anything that boosts his ego, truly his ego is a front, he's not confident at all, so if you make him feel like he is confident, he will be really pleased.

Pepper. him. with. kisses. he will giggle at this by the way, and he will like it.

Hold his hand, smooth your fingers over his.

Will die if you call him "my", like, he is yours, but you don't have to mention it, it's too much for him to handle :(

"Aww my sweet baby" and he's jumping so high he shoots through the ceiling and then starts walking in circles until you grab him and hug him tightly.

Y'know what you should do? Tell him he's the best and that people who speak badly about him are all losers, make sure everyone sees you hold him, praise him behind his back (he can still hear you and you know this) when defending him in front of other people, deliberately make sure Jin knows you like Yuri, really rub it in his face too lmfao

Basically he is baby.

#now I want to write a full fic about him #request more Yuri from me i will complay i love this man #he's so cute ahsdasdasfdsghdsg #tokyo debunker #tkdb #tkdb x reader #tokyo debunker x reader #fanfiction #tkdb headcanons #yuri isami #isami yuri #tokyo debunker yuri #yuri isami x reader #yuri isami headcanons #yuri isami fluff

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plaidconvers · 2 months ago

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Bleedin' Heart~ C. Telford

~Chibs Telford x fem!reader

Summary: Your Scotsman has a lot brewing under all that rough biker persona, and you love him regardless.

CW: lowk sad chibs?, insinuated mental struggle but not directly stated, mentions of injury, let me know if I missed any!

A/N: finally writing for Chibs and lemme tell ya, sometimes I love men and one of those men is Chibs! This is angsty (still trying to get better at that), but with a fluffy-ish ending because God forbid I write another sad ending fic. Anyways! As always, enjoy, send a request if you like MWAH!!

The sound of rumbling bikes no longer made your skin dance. You don't flinch when you hear them rolling up at well past midnight, or when the doors of TM slam closed at ungodly hours. But, the knock at your door? Three sharp taps. Same rhythm every time?

That's different. That's still him.

You open the door and there he stands— Chibs Telford. Leaning a little heavier than usual, blood smeared on his knuckles, his jaw clenched like he's trying to keep everything inside. The rain makes his cut slick and shiny, his eyes dark and unreadable in the low light of the hallway.

"Y'alright if I come in?" His voice is low, laced with exhaustion. It's not really a question, and you don't treat it like one.

You take a step back from the door, and he enters like he belongs, which, at this point, he sort of does. Not officially. Not publicly. But between the quiet dinners, how he sleeps better in your bed, and how you patch him up with no question... yeah, he belongs.

He sits on the edge of your couch without taking off his cut. That's how you know it's bad—he never forgets to take it off unless he's too deep in his own head about the club.

You grab your first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. Again.

"Didn't know where else t'go," he mutters, eyes locked on the floor.

"You always say that," you reply softly, kneeling in front of him.

He doesn't respond. Just watches you with the same look he always wears when you clean him up—like it hurts more to be seen by you than it does to bleed.

Tonight's worse than usual. The bruises are deeper, and there's a cut along his ribs that needs more than disinfectant and some butterfly bandages. You work in silence, hands gentle, your heart not so much.

"You ever gonna tell me what happened?" you finally ask, fingers stained with dried blood.

He doesn't look at you. "Club business."

"You say that like it's supposed to mean somethin' to me."

That gets him. His jaw tightens, then he sighs like something inside him is coming undone.

"Means I'm tryin' to keep ya outta this mess, love. Means I don't want ye dragged down into the muck with the rest o' us."

You pause. "Maybe I'm already in it."

He looks at you then—really looks—and there's something like panic in his eyes. "Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Because if you are, then that's my fault. And I couldn't live with that.

The words hang between you like smoke. Heavy. Slow to fade.

You sit back on your heels. "Filip... I don't want you to protect me from you. I just want you to let me carry some of it. You don't have to bleed alone."

His eyes close for a second. You think he's going to shut down again—but instead, he leans forward and rests his forehead to yours.

"I've never had this," he says, voice cracked open. "Not like this. Not where I come in, wrecked, and someone doesn't flinch. Where they still look at me like I'm worth the mess and hassle."

You swallow down the emotion building in your throat. "You are."

A long pause hangs in the air.

Then: "Stay the night."

You mean it like an offer. But it lands like a lifeline.

He doesn't answer. Just takes off his cut, lays it over the back of your couch, and pulls you gently into his arms. Like maybe tonight, he'll let himself rest.

Like maybe, here, the war can wait until morning.

A/N: lemme know if you want/ I should do a part 2!

#chibs sons of anarchy #chibs x reader #chibs telford #filip chibs telford #sons of anarchy imagines #sons of anarchy #samcro #soa #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #taking requests

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unknownati · 6 months ago

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Hello friend!

I LOVE everything you write for Ekko. Like it's always within character but you add a lot of fun layers to him that are just soooo fun to read lol.

I hope this doesn't come off as "hurry up" in any way because I know you're a human behind the screen. You're talents is ABSOLUTELY worth waiting for....

...but lemme just say when requests are open ill be dropping some DIABOLICAL smut requests because I KNOW you're gonna do them justice. Literally can't imagine another writer writing them. So I'll wait for however long you need! There's no one else I want to bring my degeneracy to life LOL! Hope you're up for it!

Until then, be kind to yourself! Can't wait to see what you write in the meantime!

🥹

thank u sm, you're so sweet (like literally keep rereading this cuz whaaaat i can't imagine this is actually towards me lol)

and good cuz this is a safe space. no shame on my blog at all

both my reqs are basically almost done, so i think this'll be me opening them back up :)

if you have a req and are wondering the status or are just curious, here are my current wips:

p.s., i'm rlly sorry if you submitted a request and you don't see it here :( sometimes i'm just not quite sure how to make something into an actual fleshed out fic, but if i find one similar to what you're looking for i'll absolutely respond w/ a link for you 🫶🏾

i fr have something written down!!!:

never lose me (req), smut: he treats you sooo special - super close to finished, just wrapping it up and proofreading

happy birthday (req), fluff + smut: how the two of you make each other's bdays special - also almost finished!

sound on, smut: ekko sends you a video...you know the rest 🤭 - i got an intro and some inspo

tap tap tap, smut: ekko keeps tapping his pencil and it's driving you insane - literally fully complete, just doing some proofreading

shopping, fluff + smut: you and ekko are thrifting gods and he really likes the pants you're trying on - half done

girls, smut: fem!stud!ekko x fem!black!reader (y'all knew this was coming since 'dreamin') - half done, i keep forgetting abt it 🙁

busy, smut: ekko spends too much time working and you need some of his attention - half done

just an idea rn:

current timeline (req) fluff: if ekko came to our timeline (sammycutiepie made a similar one!!)

double trouble, minor angst + smut: au!ekko and ekko tag team you 🙃 (maybe, maybe not? this might be weird idk i'll think abt it)

aphrodisiac, smut: you both take those little chocolates and see how long the two of you can resist each other

🪱 , fluff: you wake up ekko to ask if he'd still love you if you were a worm

#arcane x reader #ekko x reader #ekko x you #arcane ekko #arcane x you #arcane smut #arcane x reader smut #arcane x reader fluff #ekko smut #ekko x fem reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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First I wanna say I absolutely adore your writing! <3

I was wondering if you could write a Daemon x Reader where the reader is a noble Northern lady who is like a shieldmaiden and they fight together at Stepstones. They kind of become friends and the reader constantly teases Daemon about how he has never seen anything about life in his Prince-ly upbringing and she knows more than him even though he is older (though it is the start of the battle of stepstones so he is canonically like 25 but still he is like 3-4 years older than her). But then while they are talking and drinking she accidentally blurts out that she is still a maiden and now it is time for Daemon to tease her. Then boom, smut happens.

Mine For The Night

"It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Daemon Targaryen x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, smut (drunk sex, loss of virginity, piv, breeding kink, choking, scratching, biting?), sleazy!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: rah its been a while since a daemon req so lemme crack this egg

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @thebullship @sa3losa

The onlooking crowd cheers when I dodge the man who charged into me. The bumbling brute batters into a table of men who aren't fortunate enough to be as quick as I am. The collision is heavy and loud. The ruffian, who was dim enough to pick a fight with me, spills all the drinks on the table on impact. It inspires the sat men to stand and to hurtle him against the wall, where he then passes out.

Daemon watches this play out with the rest of the patrons in the tavern, arms crossed, chest buzzing in amusement.

"That'll teach ya to mind yer manners," a man from our company barks before sharing a laugh with the rest of the men.

My inebriety is washed off with my exhaustion. I wobble back to my table, glaring at the men there, "you lot could stand to help?"

Daemon chuckles, but someone else answers, "well, our lady proved the point beautifully."

I roll my eyes, "men are good for nothing," I grab my things and head out of the tavern.

"Oh, don't be like that, lady love!" one of the men call, "I'm sure one of us can show you how good it can be to have a man!"

They share a laugh with each other and I roll my eyes.

The moment, I'm outside, I burp and head back to our camp. I whip my head to the side when I realize someone came outside with me.

"The slurs of drunken cunts," Daemon grins, walking beside me with his hands behind his back.

I shake my head and keep walking, "you're a cunt yourself, since you sat and watched."

"There's something rather bewitching seeing you get covered in ale and blood," he mutters through a lopsided smile.

"Mmm, I pray you be bewitched all the way back to your tent and leave me be," I glare at him before walking faster.

He makes a tutting sound and grabs my arm, preventing me from moving any father. The prince shakes his head and brushes his hand down my shoulder, "my drunken fool has forgotten her promise to me."

I scowl at him, "who are you calling fool?" I shove him back. It doesn't work very effectively. Curses. I hiss, "I made no promise to you. Unhand me."

Daemon chuckles, both his hands now on my arms, "ah, you're right. Twas I that promised you this," he rubs his hands up to my temples and swipes his thumbs on my brows, "the head of our enemy's dimwitted commander for a night you'd not forget."

My breath catches in my throat when the silver haired man leans closer. He mutters, "or did you think my words on the battlefield were weightless, Northern girl?"

"I am not interested in your words, nor doing such lascivious things with you," I push him off by his chest.

Daemon lets me walk away, and he laughs as I do so. "I did not think your memory would be so poor after such cheap wine touched your lips."

I hear him follow after me.

"Shall I recite how you confessed your desires to bed a man before you died?"

"And I am alive, am I not?"

"You'll only truly, once you've had me throw your legs over my shoulders and-"

"WHATEVER I SPOKE TO YOU-" I snap, turning around and pointing a finger at him, "about my sinful desires-"

Daemon chuckles.

"-in moments of weakness, be it when I was drunk or desperate in the middle of a fight, do away with it, devil."

He laughs louder at that.

"I have no intention of sullying myself, all because you-"

"My," he drags out and yanks be by the arm, "my lady is acting suddenly so ladylike."

I narrow my eyes at him, "I have always been ladylike because I am a lady!" I wrangle out of my his grip.

I whine when he grips my shoulders tightly. My stomach drops at the way he whispers in his mother tongue against my ear. Though I do not know what he says, I renders me frozen in my spot.

The prince relishes in this. His hands find my cheeks again. He leans in close, so close I can smell what he had been drinking. "It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Whatever I flaring retort I had is put out by the moistness of his lips.

I had never been kissed before. The sensation makes my insides roll and it's surprisingly so pleasant to be kissed by such a man as Daemon.

He chuckles, "oh, apologies," he brushes my hair back, "wasn't your maidenhood already broken ages ago on the account of your horseback riding?"

My heart races when his one hand slips into my clothes, on to my bare chest. His other hand comes to my waist. He sighs contentedly when I do not repel him after pulling me close to kiss me once more. I actually kiss him back this time.

"No one's gonna know," he mutters, "just us and the gods."

We're a mess of heavy breathing when we reach my tent. Daemon wastes no time in ripping me out of my clothing. It doesn't take long for it to be just him and I in a sea of discarded fabrics.

My skin reaches out to him with goosebumps when his hot huffs hit my neck. My movements are intrinsic; I reach out to him just as he kneads my body. His hips nestle between my bare thighs. A whine escapes me when he begins to rub against me.

"Relax," he mutters, "it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."

I sigh as he begins to trail kisses down my neck. I slowly feel myself melt into his touch. He continues meshing his hips into mine until a tingle builds in my belly and my toes curl in response. I feel a slickness build between my thighs. I claw my nails into his back and he hisses in response. My legs tighten around him. He groans, muttering something in his native tongue.

I gasp when he tugs me by my hair and speaks hotly against my ear, "you're making it hard for me to be gentle with you."

I claim his lips with my teeth, making him groan. I scratch my fingers up his nape and pull on his hair in a more gentle and needing manner, "I can take it."

Daemon lets out an amused garbled noise then claws my legs apart as he shifts above me. I throw my head back and squeal the moment shoves in my weeping cunny and he proceeds to thrust at a vigorous pace. He huffs through his nostrils as his thick, heavy member bullies into me. He pins me in place by clamping his hands at the back of my thigh and folding my legs like he meant to make me half my size.

"Oh," he lets out a prolonged sigh, "if they could see you now," he heaves, "powerless against me, reduced into a mewling little girl, taking it like a bitch in heat." He chuckles, lifting himself up to watch how he had me whining and rolling my eyes back.

He releases one thigh then pushes my jaw back; my voice and neck strain because of it. He goes wild over the sight and sound of my frantic breathing. He slightly squeezes my jaw, "no one's gonna know you lost your maidenhead to me."

I feel my lungs deflate when he puts more pressure on my airways.

"Mmm," he hums through the sound of slapping skin, "but everyone's gonna know I pumped my seed into you when your babe comes out looking like me."

I suck in a sharp breath when he releases my throat.

"Let's see how you fare once you're heavy with my child."

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nightlyrequiem · 9 months ago

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hello dere :3

First of all, lemme just say i absolutely adore ur writing and storybuilding!! Ur so friggin awesome!!! im patiently waiting for sep. 16th (??) ⭐️

second of all, lemme request a fluffy lil scenario, if u write in this style?? Like .. i dunno, take this as u will

Valeria coming home suspiciously late causing a large argument -- which results in her absolutely pampering reader the day after as an apology :))

Hello ☺️ Thank you so much! I'm super happy you like my storybuilding

I love writing fluff, but I also love writing angst which I get to do both here <3

I love Valeria, but I can definitely see her being busy all the time

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pre-Established Relationship, Arguing, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Making it Right

Valeria is busy at work. Or so she says. You glance over at the alarm clock on the night table. 3:43AM. Once again, she is out late. Working. When she does come home, she's always tired and irritable. Like she can't stand behind around you. Her cold behavior stings. You miss how things were in the beginning, new and exciting. When she'd surprise you with dates and the two of you would lay awake together whispering about the future. You hear the front door closing and heavy steps walking up the stairs. You sit up and wait for her, a talk is long over do.

The bedroom door slowly creaks open, and Valeria silently walks in. You reach your hand put to the side, fumbling for the lamp cord. Your fingers find the switch and you turn it on, washing the room in a yellow glow. Valeria pauses and looks at you.

"You're still up." She remarks. Continuing towards the closet. She begins to undress but you're too downtrodden to appreciate the sight of her.

"Were you hoping I'd be asleep?" You ask. Valeria looks at you and frowns.

"I just wasn't expecting you to be awake." Valeria replies, her voice taking on a harsher edge. She clearly didn't appreciate your tone but you don't appreciate being neglected.

You frown at her.

"Where were you?" You ask her bluntly. Valeria sighs as she pulls on something more comfortable.

"I was working, where else would I be?" She grumbles. Walking around the bed to her side. She peels away the comforter and crawls in.

"I don't know." You murmur, narrowing your eyes. "Maybe with another woman." Your tone is bitter and hurt. Her cheating is the only conclusion your mind keeps coming back to. She's out late, everything you do seems to irritate her, and she never wants to spend any time with you anymore. All the signs are there. You would know, you googled it.

Valeria scoffs and looks at you. Clearly not happy by the accusation.

"Excuse me?" She snaps. "You think I'm seeing someone behind your back?"

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't make me feel stupid for having valid concerns." You say angrily. Valeria scowls at you. Sitting up.

"They aren't valid nor are they true." She huffs. "I'm not seeing another woman."

Your heart clenches. "Then what it is?" You ask painfully. "If there isn't another woman then is it because you don't love me anymore or what?"

"What are you talking about?" Valeria sounds frustrated rather than sympathetic, and it hurts you. Just more evidence that she doesn't love you.

The realisation really sinks in for you.

"You're always gone." You mutter. "Always working late, you don't spend any time with me, you treat talking to me like a chore."

Valeria rolls her eyes with exasperation. "Jesus Christ." She mutters. "You're seriously upset because you think I don't spend enough time with you?"

Her words hurt you. It's like she doesn't care that what she's doing is upsetting you and that hurts more than her actions. "It's not about what I think, it's the fact that you don't!" You snap at her.

"You are unbelieve." Valeria sneers. "You know what I do for work, of course I'm busy!"

"Did you not listen to anything I said?" You ask angrily.

"I'm not going to have time to spend every waking moment with you." She continues harshly. "Maybe if you got your own personality or some hobbies you wouldn't be so pathetically clingy or sad."

Her words evaporate any rebuttal you might've had with how scorching they were. Pathetic and clingy with no personality. Is that really how she sees you? You two stare at each other, Valeria clearly isn't going to apologize or take it back. Without another word you angrily get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Valeria frowns.

"I'm sleeping in the spare room." You say quietly. Valeria doesn't protest at all as you walk out the door.

The spare bed is cold and unfamiliar as you try to get comfortable. The sheets smell stale and unused. You lay down and try to sleep but your worries keep you up. There's a pit in your stomach. Wondering if she really is having an affair and if this is the beginning of the end. Your tears soak into the plain white pillowcase.

Valeria is gone the next morning. Like usual. You regret confronting her. If you had just shut up maybe you wouldn't be on the road to breaking up. The idea is so distressing that you just stay in bed. There's nothing else for you to even do.

You fall asleep and when you wake up it's dark in the bedroom. You feel very dehydrated, and your bladder is bursting. You stay rooted in bed for as long as you can before the discomfort forces you out of bed . You walk through the darkened hallways and into the bathroom, doing your business and heading back to the bedroom. The door opens as you enter the hallway and Valeria steps inside. She stops and locks eyes with you.

"...Come here." She says. You hesitate but walk over to her crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yeah?" You ask. Valeria moves closer and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace. She buries her face into the side of your neck.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs. That's all it takes to melt away your anger. "I should've been more considerate."

You hug her back. Feeling so much more at peace now that you have her in your arms. "It's okay." You reply softly. It's always okay. Maybe you should learn to stay angry but ot feels so nice to be held. Valeria pulls away from you.

"I'll run you a bath." She says, squeezing your shoulders.

Valeria turns and heads towards the bathroom. You watch her disappear around the corner and hear the sound of running water. You join her, entering just in time to watch her light some candles. The tub is being filled with water. Bottles of sweet-scented oils sit on the edge. Valeria stands and smiles.

"Get in," She nods at the tub. You stick a hand under the water. It's warm enough to steam, almost burning. You shed your clothes and slowly step into the tub, easing your body into the water. It rushes over you, warming you on the outside and inside.

The flickering candles make shadows dance across Valeria's face. She kneels at the end of the tub behind you. She grabs one of the bottles of bath oil and squirts a few drops into her hands, lathering it onto your shoulders.

"It's not massage oil but I don't think that matters." She speaks. Valeria presses her thumbs into the area between your shoulders and neck. Gently massaging out all the tension. You close your eyes and slouch slightly. Practically forgetting all about your earlier stress.

You lean back against Valeria's touch.

"What did you do today?" She asks.

"I didn't really do anything." You reply. Embarrassed because you proved her right. It's like you really don't have any hobbies.

"That sounds nice." Valeria hums kindly. "Things at work got... complicated. Sometimes I wish I could just do nothing."

You hesitate before speaking the words on your mind. "You could spare a day to just relax, I'm sure. The warm water and Valeria's soft breathing relaxes you. Making you feel sleepy.

"I'll try to take some more time off of work." Valeria says quietly. "It's just hard, I have to make sure things are done right."

You consider her words. You don't necessarily like it, but you understand. "I know." You relent.

"I will make more time for you." She continues. "We can have breakfast together tomorrow, I'll cook."

"I like the sound of that." You smile. You feel silly for being so worried earlier. Of course Valeria isn't having an affair. Of course you two won't break up. You should've known that Valeria will always make things right between the two of you.

Valeria continues to massage your neck and shoulders. You two mindlessly chatter, rebuilding that bond between the two of you. The warm water begins to cool, and you get out, your fingers all pruny and wrinkled. Valeria wraps a soft fluffy robe around your shoulders and walks you back to the bedroom with a bottle of lotion in her hands. You sit on the bed and let her rub the pleasant-smelling cream into your skin. The same hands that have killed and harmed oh-so gently cradle your calf as she works.

You're all soft and lotioned up. Laying in the sheets of your bed with Valeria pressed up against your back, lightly stroking your leg. You feel loved and safe. You wish this moment would last forever but your content enough with Valeria's promise to make more of an effort.

#cod mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza

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admiral-mason · 7 months ago

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Reader trolling Acolytes in various ways

I apologize for my inactiveness (studying and stuff) so here's a quick little post I came up with.

Oh and I also finished this thing on Canva:

Benjamin my favorite apocalypse-ending machine indeed

Next machine will be even bigger

Also, me next post might involve requests from you lot, so watch for that!

And I also might write something on Forest Island x SAGAU because @floofeh-purpi showed it to me

And got me addicted to another idle game

But until then enjoy some random thoughts I have based on characters' preferences (according to the wiki)

Reader is Gender Neutral

Warning: Characters may or may not be out of character since I'm writing for characters I don't usually write

No banner this time because I don't know what's good banner material for this post so have this instead:

So, Yelan likes spicy foods (go to the "Favorite Food" and "Receiving a Gift: II" voicelines):

So reader dares her to eat something that may leave even the truest of spice-lovers crying.

[Name]: Hey Yelan.

Yelan: Hmm? Yes, your grace?

[Name]: Eat these.

Yelan: Hm, these look like Jueyun Chilis, but... almost agitated? In a way.

[Name]: They're called Carolina Reapers, one of the spiciest peppers from my world.

(A/N: For those who need a run-down read this Wikipedia article)

(A/N 2: Yes I know it's Wikipedia but you can do a google search if you don't trust it.)

Yelan: How hot?

[Name]: Very. :)

Yelan: Hmm, lemme try... *eats one*

Yelan: ...Almost fruity! Not bad-

10 seconds later

Yelan: OH MY ARCHON THIS IS *COUGH* HORRIBLE!

*Cue you and Yelan running around trying to find anything cold she can gobble down*

[Name]: *sees Chongyun about to eat a popsicle* Gimme that!

Chongyun: Your grace-?! *notices Yelan but her face is red, sweating, and visibly in distress*

Yelan: *gobbles the popsicle like a madwoman* I NEED MORE!!!

[Name]: ...This was a terrible idea.

1 hour later

[Name]: Man I'm sorry Yelan, how can I make it up to you?

Yelan: ... *smirks evilly*

Yelan: *holds up the rest of the Carolina Reapers* Eat them.

[Name]: Well shit.

(Don't question where I get these images from)

Warning: reader is assumed to be of legal age to order alcohol (idfk how drinking ages work since it's 21 in America but it's 16 in Germany, at least for some beer and wine)

Venti: *drunk as frick as usual* Another drink, please~! *hic*

Diluc: You're drunk enough as is. Also your previous tabs...

Venti: I can play another *hic* song...

[Name]: Hi Diluc, can I get some Dandelion Wine, please?

Diluc: *is surprised by [Name] usually ordering something non-alcoholic but doesn't question them* Sure, your grace. *Preps the drink and hands it to [Name]*

[Name]: *Takes the drink once Diluc's done* Thanks. *Looks at Venti before sliding the drink to them* Here you go, Venti.

Venti: *looks at the drink, before looking at [Name], then back at the drink, then back at [Name], and then smirks*

Diluc: ...

If anyone else has any other ideas [Name]/Reader can troll people in Teyvat lemme know in the comments below! (that rhymes lmao)

#sagau genshin #sagau #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau yelan #sagau venti #sagau diluc

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silenzahra · 4 months ago

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Okay, my friend. Since you said it would be okay to send you more asks, here I am!😁

I'd like to know your answers to 5 and 15.

And... this one may be a bit too much to ask and it's totally okay if you say no (with your 23 WIPs I can't blame ya for preferring to just focus on them instead lol), but in case you'd like to treat this as a fun quick challenge, can I add 1 and ask for Mario's POV for part of your fic An electrical aura?🥺🙏 Like, the beginning when he and Luigi are separated, before he gets knocked out.

No problem if you choose to only answer the first two. And let me add another reminder that it's always okay to take as much time as you need, and it's especially understandable if you take a bit longer in case you accept that last request as well❤️

Based on this fanfic ask game ✨

Yayyyy I'm so glad that you sent a second ask for this game, my beloved @megamagimugi! 😄💖

First of all, I'm sorry that this ask has been sitting in my drafts for about three weeks, but since you made such a special request, I thought it'd be worth it to take my time to respond to it 🤭 But first, lemme answer your questions!

5. What's something you learned while researching a fic?

A person can take less than an hour to be frozen to death when conditions are dangerous enough. You can easily guess what fic I was researching... and also that I obviously didn't apply this to it or else I'm afraid poor Mario would be an only child 😅

(Even though I didn't add any of this to the fic itself, I simply thought it'd make sense that things worked differently since Pi'illo Island is a fictional place that exists supposedly in another universe. So some things can work like they do on Earth while others don't.)

15. Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

Only a couple of my friends, and in all honesty... it's not a subject I talk about with them that much 😅 As for my family, they have no idea, and I'd prefer it to stay this way lol (they already think I'm weird enough 💀).

1 - Write a scene from An electrical aura in Mario's POV.

Okay, Mugi. THIS is what has taken me longer. Not only because I've been busy, but also because I wanted to do this fic and our dear Mario justice, and write his perspective in a way that would be interesting.

And, taking into account what day is today (at least at our end hehe), I thought this would be the perfect chance to celebrate Mar10 Day and also...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR MUGI 🎂🎉🎊🥳🎁

I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this story! Thank you so much for sending this question, my beloved lost twin, as I've had SO MUCH FUN writing this 🤩❤️

@bberetd (if/when you can/want, my beloved bestie 🫂💖), @vulpixfairy1985 @pepperycar @smokszyvverstar @dragon-fly34 @luigixfanxayjay @eleventhhourfactor Tagging you in case you'd like to read this new perspective I wrote for one of my fics! 💖 (The original, full fic is right here, btw).

⚡ An electrical aura (Mario) ❤️

Mario doesn't like being separated from his brother.

It was hard enough having to watch that mechanical arm taking away the barrel Luigi had gotten into to try to help him unblock the door that would open up a new access for them in the mysterious Woohoo Hooniversity. Mario swallows hard as he remembers how his heart threatened to leap out of his body when his twin was snatched from his side and how his soul shrank at the shriek of alarm that Luigi emitted from inside the barrel.

This time, however, at least Mario has the comfort and relief of knowing that his little brother has freedom of movement, even if it has to be inside a building that has forced them to be separated.

The moment they came across that first barred door, Mario immediately understood, his heart heavy in his chest, that he was going to have to stay on this side while his sibling crossed it without him being able to follow. With his eyes shining with consternation at their imminent separation, Mario turned to Luigi. Coming face to face with his brother's glance, filled with the same feeling, Mario hastened to put on one of his many masks and composed a reassuring smile, berating himself for having shown, even if only for a second, discouragement in front of his twin.

It's not that he doesn't trust him. Of course he trusts Luigi's abilities. His younger sibling is agile, fast, intelligent and much braver than he himself believes. Mario has no doubt that he’ll be able to overcome any challenge, with or without his help.

He simply hates the idea of losing sight of Luigi for more than a few minutes, especially when they are in a hostile environment.

Sighing, the plumber puts a hand to his chest, which feels warm, serene and at peace at having recalled his brother in his mind. Luigi always has this effect on him, and at times like this, when everything around him is ice, Mario appreciates it more than ever.

Joke’s End really is a graveyard, inhospitable, cold and inhabited only by vermin. And by that strange blue girl who carries a scepter, although they haven't had much chance to interact with her. In all the time they’ve been traveling through the Beanbean Kingdom, neither of the brothers had heard of that girl who apparently lives alone in the most deserted and unpleasant place in the country. Why would she choose a place like this when the nation has beautiful, captivating areas like, for example, Chucklehuck Woods, Little Fungitown or Gwarhar Lagoon? Mario can't make sense of it. What he most wants right now is to leave this place, his hand holding his twin’s tightly, and never return.

But, at the moment, Mario remembers as he hugs himself, they have a mission to accomplish. He can’t worry about how tremendously alone he feels right now. Even though the sensation of loneliness is greater and more overwhelming than on all the previous occasions he’s experienced it in his life.

He just hopes he's nearing the end. He’s followed every rule and met every challenge as he came across them. He hasn’t tried to stray from the path that the place itself was indicating to him, despite having been tempted to try quite often. Also, after so long, he has once again fought his enemies alone, which felt strangely... alien. He doesn’t understand, as he’s used to doing so given the numerous adventures he’s undertaken alone.

But of course, this time, everything is different.

This time, since they arrived in the Beanbean Kingdom, Luigi has been by his side. They’ve battled together, joining their strengths, performing their combined attacks and watching each other's backs. More than once, Luigi has saved his life, and it’s thanks to him that he’s still breathing... and that he’s still human. If it weren't for his sibling, Mario might have already turned into a bean because of that mushroom he won in one of Little Fungitown’s games.

So, for him, having to fight alone again after having gotten used to always having his little brother with him...

Mario didn't like doing it. He didn't feel like himself. He didn't feel as... strong.

He longs to be reunited with Luigi more than ever. His twin gives him the strength he didn't know he needed. Together, they form an insuperable team. They are unstoppable. They are unbeatable.

Besides, he's had enough of seeing Luigi through a barred door or sensing his presence on the other side of a thick wall of ice and not being able to do anything to be reunited with him again. All those times when only iron separated them, Mario had to be content with placing his hands on those of Luigi, who clung tightly to the bars and gave him puppy eyes while pouting, breaking his heart and forcing him to make a harder effort to keep a serene smile on his lips.

“Soon we’ll be together, Lu,” he assured him, imbuing his voice with all the calm he was capable of and all the affection he felt for him. “We'll soon find a way, you'll see.”

His only intention was to soothe his sibling, as he cannot bear to see sadness and despair taking over those blue eyes that are a reflection of his own. Even so, of course, Mario firmly believes in the words he’s spoken to him every time they’ve crossed paths and hopes that their efforts will not be in vain and that they won’t take too long to find each other again.

Mario has always admired Luigi. His strength, his courage, his intelligence, the way he overcomes his fears despite his anxiety and his many insecurities. His younger twin is so much more capable than he himself realizes, and Mario only wishes that he could finally see it and be able to love himself as he deserves.

His reaction to his older brother's encouraging words, the way he pursed his lips to form a weak but genuine smile, how he swallowed before nodding, fully trusting him and ready to move forward... All this only causes the fervent admiration that Mario feels for Luigi to skyrocket, strong and intense like the most powerful and devastating wave. Bright and radiant like the sun that bathes the moon with its light and makes it sparkle and stand out in the sky.

Steadfast, resplendent and imperishable, like his love for his sibling.

This is what drives Mario forward: the longing to be reunited with his adored little brother, to hold him in his arms again, to feel his warmth enveloping him once more. The desire to keep the promise he’s made to him and to end this adventure as they began it: together.

On his journey along the only possible path, Mario has reached a small, narrow room in which, in front of him, there’s but a barred door and, on the other side of it, a wall of ice. All he finds in it is a block, the umpteenth one, he supposes, as he’s not keeping count, although in the room before that one he’s just hit another one exactly the same. A little fed up with this strange game, Mario jumps out with his arm outstretched and his fist hits the new block.

He doesn't see anything happening around him, but he does hear a noise coming from the other side of the ice wall on his left. He assumes that Luigi must be there. He’s seen him just a few minutes ago, crossing parallel walkways that converged at two different doors. So close and yet so far away at the same time... Mario’s been very tempted to cover the distance between them with a jump, but he restrained himself, assuming that if Joke’s End insisted that they continue to work separately, it must be for a greater cause.

After all, the brothers are still working together even though they aren’t physically present next to each other. Like a team. So Mario has no choice but to be content, at least for now, with having verified first-hand that his twin is fine.

With nothing more to do in this room, Mario, also for the umpteenth time since they arrived at this place, retraces his steps. He quickly crosses the room where only the block he activated before remains and turns left. This room is larger, with iron fences that he assumes serve as a decorative element, since they don’t act as a separation between two elements, and a large step that he must climb to reach the area where there are, arranged on either side, pairs of ice stairways leading to the upper part of the room.

The problem is that there are monsters everywhere.

Earlier, in order to access the rooms with the blocks he’s just hit, Mario limited himself to dodging them and stealthily passing by their side. He’s not proud of this, but over the years he’s learned to work out when he has a chance of success in battle and when, for reasons such as being outnumbered or having been previously injured, it’s better to avoid the enemies. When he came across that room filled to the brim with vermin and remembered that he didn't have Luigi by his side to carry out their combo attacks, Mario thought that the most sensible thing to do, what his younger sibling would do in such a situation, was to keep away from them.

Of course, he doesn't intend to leave it at that. As soon as he’s rejoined Luigi, they’ll return.

And then the monsters will suffer the wrath of the Mario Brothers.

But, for now, in order to return to Luigi, he’d better be cautious again. As much as he wants to finish them all off, which would undoubtedly help him release some of the tension that has taken hold of his soul since he separated from his twin, he must restrain himself. The time will come to fight these monsters as he wishes to do.

Right now, his main goal is to finish his mission and hold Luigi in his arms as soon as possible.

So Mario passes slowly by the iron bars, dodging a Glurp moving at full speed along the floor. He can’t help the memory that comes to mind of the pain and discomfort he felt when he was poisoned by one of its toxic clouds, which was followed by a feeling of immense gratitude for his little brother's eagerness to carry extra Refreshing Herbs in their luggage. He felt especially relieved to have them when Luigi was the one to be affected by the monster's attacks.

On climbing the first step, Mario doubles his stealth when he spots an Ice Snifit wandering around this area of the room. Instinctively, he massages his left arm, as he clearly recalls the freezing sensation that spread through it when one of them, shortly after arriving at Joke’s End, hit him squarely with those spiky chunks of ice that they expel from their mouths. He’s extremely grateful to have acquired the Firebrand on that little island in the middle of Oho Ocean, although not so much for himself as for Luigi. His poor little sibling has suffered the effects of frostbite on too many occasions.

Mario, of course, made sure that each and every one of the culprits paid for hurting his twin.

He tiptoes. He knows he can do it. He knows he can dodge the Ice Snifit just like he did with the Glurp. He just has to move very slowly behind it to reach the steps on the right-hand side of the room, which will lead him quickly to the exit. Bit by bit, Mario moves forward, sure that he will succeed, his eyes fixed on the monster, ready to run away if necessary. He’s so close now, he’s almost there...

Suddenly, his foot hits a piece of ice protruding from the floor. Mario screams and falls, his knee colliding against the icy ground, scratching fabric and flesh and making him wince. At the same time, his neck hits the edge of the step he intended to climb, which makes him realize that he’s actually come nearer than he thought and was so close to succeeding.

Mario groans and massages his neck while he tries to lift his leg so as to keep it away from the floor. He clings to the step in an attempt to get up, as he’s sure he’s going to have to run despite his hurt knee. At this point, he has no doubt all monsters in the room must have turned to him.

He won’t let it stop him.

With an enormous effort, Mario manages to get back on his feet, but he can’t put any weight on his injured leg. As he suspected, when he looks around, he realizes that the attention of the Glurp and the Ice Snifit is focused on him, and he’s sure that the rest of the vermin that he hasn’t seen yet must also be staring at him.

Whether he likes it or not, he has to flee. He can’t fight with a wounded knee.

Immediately, the plumber turns towards the step he had just reached, determined to climb it and escape no matter what.

He jolts as he realizes that there’s already something, or someone, on said step.

A Clumph, with its green skin that makes him think of a nurse’s uniform and its purple hair that reminds him of a bunch of grapes.

With eyes wide open, Mario takes a step back as he notices the heavy club that it carries everywhere... and that it’s lifting at full speed.

The impact against his forehead takes him so by surprise that he lets out a high-pitched scream, which is abruptly cut off when the implacable darkness takes hold of him.

Mario sees nothing. He hears nothing. He’s completely lost control over his body, which feels far away and out of reach. Does he even still have a body? He doesn't understand what’s happening to him, nor is he sure he wants to find out.

As, despite everything, despite his daze and his dulled senses, Mario experiences a soothing feeling of... placidity. Comfort. Darkness envelops his soul like a warm blanket protecting him from all the evils that could ravage his body. Why not stay here, curled up and cozy, while he rests after his arduous adventure?

Still, even though at first he tries to ignore it, Mario perceives there’s something deep in his heart, pulling at him.

It's like a thread, thin but solid, that somehow connects him to something… or maybe someone? Mario doesn't know, and at the moment he doesn't want to think about it. He feels so comfortable in the arms of darkness, with no trace of pain, discomfort or pressure...

He'll only stay a little while, he promises the thread that pulls at his heart. Just a few minutes...

Mario is unaware of how much time has passed when, to his surprise, he realizes that he’s sensing something. Something physical. Are those... an arm and a hand? Real, human ones? Does he have a body again? How else could he perceive the hand that lovingly and carefully cradles his head, and the arm, slender but strong, that envelopes and embraces him as if trying to protect him from any harm?

Then he discerns something else. Something... electric, as if he were surrounded by an electrical aura that, nevertheless, makes him feel at peace. Safe. Secure.

Somehow, Mario knows that this electricity doesn’t pose a danger to him.

In a way, there’s a hint of familiarity in both things, but the darkness is still too tempting, too alluring. Mario is about to ignore the touch and that electrical aura to return to his refuge when, suddenly, he stops perceiving them.

And he feels empty.

Something is missing. That hand, that arm... He needs them to touch him again. He needs to revel in the warmth and peace they arise in him, so different from the sensations he experiences when blackness embraces him.

He doesn't want to return to it.

He realizes at this very moment that the grip of darkness cannot provide him with everything that this human touch, in just a few seconds, has given him. Warmth? How could he have sensed warmth when the darkness is cold as ice? Nothing can compare with human warmth, the kind he felt when those arms held him tightly, protectively…

… affectionately.

Mario takes a deep breath, which suddenly reminds him that he has lungs. He has hands and feet. He has a heart that continues to beat in his chest, keeping him clinging to life. He has a body that still belongs to him and that someone, and he’s convinced that he’s right in his assumption, cradled and embraced with love just a few moments ago.

Unfortunately, with this revelation comes pain.

It hits him unexpectedly, drilling into his skull and making him squeeze his eyes, which he doesn't remember shutting. He feels like a pressure cooker is going to explode inside his head, and it’s as if his neck and knee were being torn from the inside. He tries not to move, to give himself a few seconds to get his bearings, to take slow breaths, but the pain won't go away. Mario curses himself for his weakness. How could he have been so clumsy as to let himself be defeated so easily?

At least, he thinks as he attempts to focus on the other things he can perceive, he feels something soft and fluffy under his head. He imagines it must be his hat, as he notices that his hair is not covered, and he promptly deduces who must have placed the garment there to try to provide him with some comfort in the midst of his pain.

Suddenly, his ears, which are becoming less and less deaf, catch something that makes him open his eyes a crack: thunder.

Thunder? Is a storm brewing overhead?

He’s met by the blinding glare of ice, which forces him to squeeze his eyelids tightly shut before daring to open them again. His glassy gaze gradually comes into focus, and then he spots the glints of blue and green energy dancing in front of his field of vision.

Confused, Mario opens his eyes fully, believing that perhaps the blow to the head that has robbed him of his consciousness is causing him to hallucinate. But no matter how much he blinks, squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, the electric flashes are still there.

Until, before his astonished glance, they begin to turn into powerful, sparkling lightning accompanied by... a scream.

It’s a loud, earthshaking, heart-rending scream, full of rage and fear that Mario believes that, if he tried, he could touch them with his hands. It’s so sudden and unexpected that it brings him entirely back to reality. It’s so rampant, intense and thunderous that it penetrates to the very depths of his soul and clings to it with desperation.

Bewildered, Mario tries to move. He wants to understand what’s going on, to remember exactly where he is and what he was doing, to find out if the person who’s shouting is the same one who, minutes ago, was holding him in their arms with infinite love and tenderness.

His body, however, protests. Mario lets out a soft groan as he realizes that he’s going to need help to get up. Still, he’s never been one to give up easily, so, stubbornly, he squeezes his eyelids again and begins to turn his head. He ignores the stabbing pain in his neck and the strong dizziness that overwhelms him with the movement and, obstinately, opens his eyes slowly. It takes him a couple of blinks to focus his gaze again, but as soon as he does, he forgets the pain.

Just as he suspected, there he is.

The person who was hugging him a moment ago. Who made him feel a sensation of warmth thanks to the electricity that emanated from him. Who placed his hat under his head to try to save him from some discomfort, always taking care of him, always watching over him. Who has woken him up completely with his outraging scream... and with the incredible electrical storm that springs from his outstretched hands.

Luigi.

Of course it's him.

Mario smiles as his suspicions are confirmed, but, despite the relief that floods him with the realization that his little brother is safe and sound, his attention is immediately drawn to the electricity that Luigi is unleashing. Mario lets out an exhalation of astonishment at the power of the lightning, which comes one after another without ceasing, tearing through the air, and at the ease with which his twin summons it, as if he were its absolute master, as if nature itself were prostrating itself at his feet.

The plumber is left speechless. He’s never doubted Luigi's strength and abilities, and he knew that his sibling’s Thunderhand is as powerful as his own Firebrand.

But to see for himself just how far Luigi’s magic can go, just how incredibly mighty he can be...

It's astonishing.

In a way that he finds beautiful, fascinating and even reassuring.

Mario only needs to observe the storm for a moment, to notice Luigi's tense and rigid posture for a second, to remember the shout full of anger he has just let out, in order to understand that his brother is doing all this… for him. To protect him. To make that Clumph pay for attacking him and knocking him out in one blow.

A deep and immense pride intermingles in his chest with the fierce and unwavering love he holds for his twin.

Luigi is exhausting all his energy, pushing his power to the limit... for him.

Literally.

Mario feels like he could burst into tears.

His heart beats warm and full, as if it didn’t have enough space to contain his deep, older-brother love. He senses the thread connecting him to Luigi more solid and ironclad than ever, feeding on the affection his younger sibling has for him and his eagerness to keep him safe and giving him, in return, all the adoration and devotion that Mario treasures for him and that could cause his chest to burst at any moment. He gasps, moved, and his lips form a new smile, broad, firm and satisfied.

When, seconds later, Mario watches Luigi falling to his knees while panting, he wants to run to his side, to help him, to hug him, to cradle him, to shout how proud he is of him, to praise him tirelessly because what he’s done is amazing, to thank him a thousand times for doing it all for him. His whole being is brimming with love and he believes that, even with all that, it wouldn’t be enough to express to Luigi what he’s experiencing right now, what he makes him feel.

But, since his body still refuses to move, he has to settle for swallowing before opening his lips.

“Lu?”

#an electrical aura #an electrical aura (Mario's POV)#zahra's fics #zahra's writing #ask game #answered asks #ask box #fanfic writer ask game #writing challenge #mario's POV #new POV #platonic brotherly love #DO NOT TAG AS SHIP #megamagimugi #silenzahra

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nonymous-nb · 1 year ago

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Subspace x Tall!Reader

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"Tall ass bitch. — ..my tall ass bitch."

PHIGHTING! | Headcanons | Fluff | Romantic.

Warning/s: [data not found.]

Extra: [brain dead + my brain can't think of anything LMAO]

• Ngl, I feel like Subspace wouldn't really care if you're tall or not..... lemme just write something up rq.

• Okay so, first of all, he thinks he's the tallest working demon in Blackrock. (He likes to intimidate shorter people with his height.. you can't change my mind.) So seeing someone taller than him and most importantly.. HIS OWN PHUCKING ASSISTANT— he was a bit flabbergasted when he wasn't the taller demon in blackrock now. sad lol.

• He does find your height quite useless and useful sometimes.. that's when he needs to reach much higher places that he can't reach that is.

• He doesn't like you nor does he hate you though, you guessed. he just thinks he doesn't need any assistant as he can do anything by himself, plus he has his biografts to order around.

• That's until neither of them could reach a tall ass shelf.

• He once ordered the biografts carry each other to get something off the shelf anddd... they all fell onto him LMAO—

• He did call out for you to get the stuff he needed, until you said something about him getting a chair or a ladder so he could reach it, yeah, he never asked again as he felt dumb of not thinking of that. -5 pts.

• Don't worry, you got him some mechanical parts as an apology that you think he'd like, so he won't kill you afterwards.

• He thinks it was a nice upgrade for his biografts though. +1 pts

• He is still an ass to you.

• But, he actually forgave you after about 3 months as you kept giving him the things he could use for his biografts, and occasionally asks you to buy some things..

• When he's chill and tired, do ask him about his latest inventions, he'll lighten up, he hides his little excitement and talk about it 24/7 and will never stop.. what have you done. +5 pts

• He now does insist that you go shopping with him at times, whenever he feels like it as you have an advantage to look for stuffs he wants. called you a dang giraffe too

• He makes you his personal eye shopping tree as you can see much higher places..

• Oh yeah, you carry everything too lol

• When you're now on his good side, he would repay you with a nod when you do/did something useful or worth his time.

• Don't worry it's gonna change overtime.. wink wink.

• For most parts, he acts like he doesn't like or care about anything, but wants you to get it for him secretly. do get it for him though.. +3 pts

• Oh, right, forgot to say that when you ask about his biografts or his inventions, AND you're actually interested in them??? Just know he's secretly giddy about it. +20 pts

• But now that he knows you're interested in his inventions, he showcases them to you, he never misses any damn details about it. (he talks about how efficient some of the component parts are too)

• Yay, you're on his good side, he's never letting your ass go now.

• Ngl, he dislikes it when you show anyone else with the same interest as you have for him, your interest shall solely be towards him, and him only.

• If he needs you for something and he can't find you? Yeah, doesn't happen you're the 2nd tallest in this building. no he doesnt wanna be on 2nd place.

• He also has this tendency to steal you away from anyone you talk to.. no matter how important it is, he's the boss, YOUR boss to be exact. So you should only follow HIS orders.. you are his assistant after all.

• Yeah, he only wants you to be interested in his doings and no one else. jealous ahh bit—

• [Y'know what, let's skip to when you guys are dating, yeah? I can't think of anymore bs.. why do i even do this..]

• You'll be the one carrying everything, no matter how small or big it is, you're carrying it.

• He uses you as a ladder, he makes you carry him whenever he can't reach crap.

• Also not only you're his ladder, he makes it as an excuse to do less things. Oh he could reach that? he calls for you. Oh no, it's it's a bit high up with a ladder besides it.... calls you anyway. You're his personal ladder now and you can't get away with it.

• He also makes you give him some piggyback rides, his legs are tired.

• Will definitely blush if you carry him bridal style.

• Don't do it in public though, he might present you a certain tripmine. *winks.*

• Also whenever he has some conversations with Scythe and makes him uncomfortable, he makes you as a shield.

• Scythe definitely think he's being babied.

• Overall, you're his.. you can't change that.

• You can't get away nor run now after all, you have him by your side..

[Ngl, I don't think Subspace really cares about how tall anyone is, he just wants his inventions done and stronger.]

#—♡nb writings #phighting x reader #subspace x reader #roblox x reader #romantic #x reader #phighting subspace

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bokutosbiceps · 1 year ago

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sakura blossoms (pt 3)

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | smut | ~1.1k words

warnings: this is allll smut. virgin!luffy is my religion so ✨

a/n: this is pt 3 to the sakura blossoms series !! it's the final part so i hope y'all enjoy it. i know i fucking loved writing it. lemme know what ya think, as always !! 😁

ps. this can be read without reading pt 1/2, it's just smut w a tiny bit of fluff at the end 🤭

click here for pt 1 !!

click here for pt 2 !!

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

luffy's lips are hot and searing into your own, branding them so now you think you can never kiss anyone else again.

it's hard for you to believe he's never done this before. he'd insisted he's never kissed anyone, never intimately touched anyone, never had sex, but the way he's working his tongue against yours is far too intoxicating.

you're his first kiss because he likes you, according to him. a girl he'd met three hours ago and latched onto like his life depended on it. and he isn't planning on letting go for a long while.

luffy’s bent over you with you still in his lap, his lips connecting with yours upside down while yours are upright. he releases your cheeks and tries to grab a hold of your chin to tilt your head, but doesn't have enough leverage.

so he wraps his rubber arms around your hips and brings you to face him, pressing you to his chest when he lays back.

luffy can't bear being separated from your lips for too long; a whine escapes his throat and his fingers press into the nape of your neck, bringing your lips to his again.

you can feel his hips jerk up and something warm and hard presses against your ass. luffy moans at the delicious friction and repeats this movement, deciding that it feels nice.

luffy is a man of instinct, you can tell, because the way he's rubbing his erection against your ass could only be a movement ingrained in his hips. a carnal need that he's got his desire locked on.

“luffy…” you mumble against his needy kisses.

“hm?” he lets his lips travel down to your neck, where he sucks on the skin overlying your tense muscles. you moan, your fingers reaching up to tug on his hair.

you can feel yourself getting warm and wet and you subconsciously adjust yourself so that luffy’s cock is now rubbing against your covered cunt.

his tip catches your clit at just the right angle and you moan again.

"ya like that?" he huffs, staring at you through misty eyes. you just bite your lip and nod. luffy takes this as a sign he's doing something right, so he keeps jerking his hips up to grind against you.

“are you sure you wanna…?” you push against his chest lightly, making him lay back and look at you. his eyes are half lidded and there's a lazy smile on his saliva covered, swollen lips.

“wanna what?”

“this is your first kiss…shouldn't we—”

“have sex? yeah.” luffy breathes. sanji’s taught him lots about love and romance and what to do if and when he finds someone he wants. luffy’s going to listen to his heart as he usually does, and go after what he wants, as he usually does.

luffy lifts his head back up to seal his lips against yours. any thought of stopping flees your mind and all you can focus on is cumming with luffy.

you push against luffy’s chest once more to sit up, your hands scrambling to find the sash on his kimono and untie it. you sit up slightly to allow his kimono to fall open on either side of him.

you separate your kimono and bunch it around your waist then move to straddle his thighs and wrap your fingers around his cock, squeezing gently and pumping up his shaft. you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second as you watch beads of pre cum bubble up from his tip.

“y/n…stop teasin’. i wanna be inside ya.” luffy’s voice comes out as a mixture between a whine and a moan, and his hands are in his hair, tugging on his locks in frustration.

your fingers find their way to your clit and you rub quickly, working up enough stimulation to make sure you're as gooey as possible for the future pirate king’s pleasure. luffy watches on in awe, his mouth ajar.

his mouth is then blown wide open in a guttural moan when you sink down onto him, his hands flying to your hips as he pushes you further down. he's loud, and you're grateful you're in a shack in some forest.

“sh-shit.” luffy stammers. “you're s-so warm. y-you’re squeezin' me so tight.”

the feeling of your cunt milking his cock is something he never thought possible, and he can't get enough of it. his hands work in tandem with his hips as they push you down to meet his powerful thrusts.

your hands find purchase on his shoulders and you hang on for the ride of your life, little moans and mewls slipping out from your lips due to the sheer force of his hips slamming against yours.

“a-ah, y/n, i feel like i'm gonna burst.” luffy whines, arching his back up off the floor to reach deeper within you.

the tip of his cock is weeping and painting your cervix with his precum.

luffy gets addicted to the way you cry his name and decides he wants to hear it way more often than you're giving him. so he moves one of his hands down between your thighs and thrusts a bit slower and shallower.

you about burst into tears when you feel the pad of one of luffy’s fingers rough against your clit. he abuses it, rubbing it so fast you think you’re gonna cum in seconds. and you do.

your warm walls close in on his cock as you cum, crying out his name and digging your fingertips into his traps. luffy throws his head back and a groan is ripped from deep within his chest.

both of his hands are back on your hips to hold you down to the base of his cock as he pumps you full of his cum.

his hips are stuttering, minutely moving in and out of your pussy. his eyes are squeezed shut and he's gritting his teeth as he accidentally overstimulates himself with each short drag of his cock.

eventually, his vice grip on your hips loosens and luffy lets go, allowing you to roll off him and lay at his side.

he's quick to turn so that he's facing you. he grabs your chin between his index and thumb, bringing your face forward toward his so he can smooth a soft kiss over your lips.

“join my crew.” he says firmly once he pulls away, keeping his grip on your chin tight enough to prevent you from looking away.

you hesitate, imagining yourself traipsing the seas with luffy, seeing the world with him by your side. and, hopefully, more nights like this.

“i want to, luffy…but my home is here, in wano.” you bite your cheek. “plus, i'm not sure how i can be of any help to you. what would my role even be?”

luffy purses his lips, thoughtful for a moment. “well, i guess we already have a musician.” he hums and closes his eyes, deep in thought. it's not too long before his eyes fly open and he grins. “it doesn't matter, captain says ya don't hafta have a role!”

luffy sits up and crawls over you, pressing light and quick kisses from your collarbones up to the corner of your mouth, where he stops. “your only job is to be by my side. captain’s orders.”

then he presses a kiss to your lips so tender, it immediately helps you realize that you never even had a choice in the first place.

i'm tagging everyone who commented on pt 1 saying they wanted a pt 2 or rb, also the regulars 😗

#one piece #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy smut #luffy x reader #luffy smut #monkey d luffy #luffy

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marshmellowtea · 3 months ago

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comes out of the wip covered in blood. this was supposed to be a short little tumblr fic what happened omg 😭😭😭

alkdjfklasdfj anyway! as i've teased several times now here's a fic for the munchausen by proxy au, or the love isn't injected with syringes 'verse as it's now dubbed (thank you heresy! ^-^), ft. a fucked up little slice of life scene between a teenage chris and celia. no other cornley members appear cuz it is a backstory fic, i just wanted to write a little thing about what his life was like before he met them and they were able to help him, and it. uh. spiraled lol. i swear it was not supposed to be this long, nor was it supposed to take this long to write, but here we are!

like i said, this was meant to be a shorter fic meant for tumblr, but the intent was always to cross post it to ao3 at some point, so if you'd prefer to read it there i'll have it published tomorrow on my tea_at_twilight_time account. i'll also be reblogging this post with a link for the sake of convenience and also because i love self promo lol :)

warnings for this fic include: implied poisoning and medical malpractice by a parent (cuz uh. munchausen by proxy lol), hurt/little comfort, hurt/manipulative comfort, child abuse (mostly emotional and medical but referenced physical as well. also celia is def starving this kid so references to that too lol), vomiting and semi graphic descriptions thereof, choking as a result of said vomiting, references to body fluids, nightmares, drowning, celia's general hot and cold nature with this poor kid, chris seeming wayyyy younger than he is (agere brain did not turn off while writing this i will not lie to you all lol). if there's anything else please lemme know but this should cover the major things <3 yes this fic is evil don't @ me about it akdjflkds >:3

now, without further ado..........

"I know it's not right to say, but...sometimes, I quite like you like this."

Celia's words come into Chris's ears as a soft croon, her hand stroking his overheated face and sweat soaked hair soothingly. He breathes out shakily, but despite the pain radiating up through his limbs, he finds himself smiling a little, her tone washing over him more than her words.

"Mama," he mumbles, weakly lifting a hand for her. "'m...'m..."

Celia shushes him, her hand trailing down to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing over his feverish, pallid skin. "My poor darling," she continues, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You're so good for me when you're sick, aren't you?"

Chris hums lowly, tilting his face further into her palm. She doesn't get like this often—sweet and gentle, touching him like he's something to be loved. Normally she's more clinical, her touch impersonal as she checks his temperature, gives him his pills, helps him bathe...he relies on her for quite a bit, really, so it's not surprising she can't always indulge him in affection like this. Still though, it's nice when he gets it, these rare moments where she's more his mother than his nurse.

"You're so weak," she says, soft, like it's a compliment. "So helpless. You're so lucky to have such a loyal mum like me, who's willing to stick it out. Most women would consider you too high maintenance, but not me. I'm willing to sacrifice a lot for you, Chris, don't forget that."

He nods faintly, as best he can with his head feeling so heavy. She'd just given him his medicine, and that always drains him a bit—he doesn't think it's fair that the thing that's supposed to make him better makes him feel so damn tired, but Mama always assures him that that just means it's working. Sometimes, the things that make you feel better make you feel worse for a bit, something she's always quick to remind him of when he complains. He tries not to complain so much nowadays, though. She's only doing what's best for him.

"Anyway," Celia says, bringing him back to the present. "I have some things to do, so I'll be leaving you here for a bit. Can you get some rest for me while I'm gone?"

Chris whimpers before he can stop himself, opening his eyes sluggishly. He knows he's being selfish, but a part of him hates how often she leaves him alone, knowing how much he needs her. He reaches out for her weakly, trying to gently grab onto her arm or even the hem of her blouse, but she grabs his wrist before he can reach her, placing it back against his chest.

"Chris. Don't be difficult," she says, voice still sweet but with an edge of that harshness he so dreads to hear from her. "I'm doing this for you. I have to leave to pick up your new medication."

"I th-thought," he starts, words slurring as his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, "th-thought this was the new medi-medica—"

"It's one of them," Celia says, mercifully cutting him off before he can embarrass himself further. "But with your condition, well...we just need more than one course to make you well again. You're quite sick, you know."

He does know. He whines, but nods again, his head moving helplessly against his pillowcase. "'m s'rry," he mumbles, eyes growing wet with tears. "D-don' mean'ta make it so hard..."

"Oh, I know, I know," Celia soothes, pulling the blanket up to cover his chest. "That's why I need you to sleep for me now. We won't know if this dose is working until you get some rest and let it work, alright?"

Chris breathes out shakily, letting his eyes fall closed. "Mama?" he asks, voice tiny.

"Yes, dear?"

For a long moment, it feels like all he can do is breathe. Finally, he quietly asks, "D-don' wanna be difficul' still, b-but can you stay til..."

He trails off, taken aback by the hand in his hair. "Yes, Chris?" she prompts, soft voice tinged with irritation.

He wilts a little, and shame tinges his voice as he mumbles, "J-jus' til I fall 'sleep..."

Celia's quiet for a long moment, continuing to stroke his hair rhythmically. Eventually, though, she sighs, as though he's asked something truly exhausting of her. Maybe he has, he's not sure.

"Okay, darling," she says, sounding put upon about it. "Just this once. The chemist doesn't stay open all day, you know."

"I-I know," Chris mumbles, a few stray tears escaping. "'m s'rry, Mama."

Celia sighs heavily again, and Chris can see the way she shakes her head, even with his eyes closed. "I suppose you can't help it," she says, her nails digging slightly into his scalp as she continues to stroke his hair. "Being a bit...needy. It's only natural, since you're sick. Still, you really ought to not make it a habit."

"I won't," he whimpers, relaxing a little into the mattress regardless. "'m s'rry Mama."

"Sssshh."

Obediently, he falls quiet at her shushing, letting himself be soothed by her gentle petting. He doesn't deserve it—he doesn't deserve her, and all the things she does for him. She's really too good to him.

Those thoughts carry him to sleep, a thank you and a declaration of love dying on his tongue. He plans only to say the former to her later, knowing she’ll appreciate his gratitude, but the latter will be kept to himself, like a secret. No use in saying that he loves her when she won't say it back, after all.

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The ocean out in front of him is vast and choppy, tossing his little ship around helplessly.

Chris's stomach churns with the movement of the sea, a steadily rising nausea coming over him like the waves he's currently sailing on. He's not sure how much of it is seasickness, and how much of it is sheer terror—terror he's struggling to keep under wraps, lest his crew see just how fucked they really are. The faceless men around him shoot him concerned glances with their smooth, eyeless visages, well aware of how dire their plight is, and though he knows this, Chris sends them attempts at reassuring nods anyway, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat.

"Captain," one of them says, sending a nervous glance to the waves in front of them. "The sea—"

He doesn't get to finish before a wave suddenly hits them, tall and unavoidable even if Chris had noticed it before it came. Chris feels himself getting swept away, and he shouts, calling for help he knows won't come. There's no one to help him. Anyone who could, anyone who would've cared enough to, is getting swept away with him, his crew getting carried away alongside him. Tears spring to Chris's eyes as he realizes he's failed them, and the pain in his stomach spikes, a cramp that would make him double over if he was still upright.

He doesn't get to dwell on that long, however, until he's plunging into the jarringly cold water surrounding them. A wail dies in his throat as his mouth fills with water, blocking any further sound from escaping him as he gags and splutters, attempting to clear his airways with each convulsion of his chest. Anything that he manages to cough up is quickly replaced, however, as the sea presses in all around him, the inescapable pressure making his chest tighten around the liquid slowly filling his lungs. Tears sting his eyes, but if any escape, he isn't able to tell as they're quickly lost to the saltwater carrying him.

Mama, he calls out in his mind, as though she'd be able to hear him—as though she'd be able to get to him out here. Still, a hopelessly hopeful part of him can't help but call for her, Mama, come save me!

He coughs again, but it's getting harder to breathe. He's going to die out here, he realizes. He's going to die alone and scared and without his Mama here to hold him and tell him he's going to be an angel in heaven if he dies here and—

—and suddenly there are hands pulling him from the water, warm and solid against his clammy skin. He feels himself get rolled onto his side, somehow on solid ground now, and this time when he coughs, water comes out. He sobs a little once his throat is clear, and then vomits, more water coming out of him, this time accompanied with sea gunk.

"There you go, my angel. Get it all out."

Is that...is that Mama? Chris whimpers, relieved to hear her voice—but how did she get out all the way out here?

"Sssshh," she soothes, her hand feeling real and alive in his hair. "You're alright. Just breathe."

Chris gasps, eyes fluttering open to see Celia hovering over him and a trail of vomit leading from his mouth, yellowish and liquidy from his consistently empty stomach. He whines loudly, and then convulses, another wave of bile pouring out of his mouth and spilling onto the pillow next to him.

"I know, love, I know," Celia croons, brushing back his hair and rubbing his shoulder. "Just let it out, and then we'll get you in the tub again, alright?"

Chris whimpers, but he can't really protest that plan—his pajamas feel a bit damp, and he can't tell what of it is sweat or...other, less desirable fluids. He lets his eyes fall shut and thinks of the sea from his dream again, the way the cold saltwater washed over him, and feels grateful to at least be on dry land as he coughs and sputters his way through his little nausea spell, unfortunately not that uncommon at this point in his life. He doesn't usually choke during them, though, and he can't help but whimper again as his stomach contracts and spews up more acid, the vomit stinging the sores already formed in the back of his throat as it comes up. All the while, Celia murmurs to him, soft words of reassurance as he retches, and he soaks up the affection as much as he can while he's in this state, never knowing when he's going to receive this softness again.

"Mama," he mumbles, once his stomach has finally settled enough for him to speak without bringing more of the sparse fluids in his abdomen up, "don' feel very good..."

"I know, my angel," Celia croons again, now reaching down to help guide him upright. "You'll feel better once we get you in the bath. Oh, and fortunately, I just brought back your new medication, and that'll have you feeling right as rain as well, won't it?"

The idea of putting anything else on his empty, ravaged stomach makes Chris feel lightheaded, mouth watering with the threat of more vomit. Still, he knows better than to argue, especially after the scare he must've given her. He wonders how she deals with it, the constant brushes with death his illnesses give him. She never seems outwardly afraid for him, though he knows she must be, given how much time and effort she puts into keeping him alive. If he had the energy to, he'd feel guilty for it, but right now, he barely has the energy to keep himself sitting, instead leaning heavily against his mother once she's got him upright.

"Mama," he groans, trembling as she starts to pull him to his feet, his legs unwilling to support him. "Mama, don' wanna be sick 'nymore...'m tired..."

"Sssshh, I know," Celia soothes, holding him around the waist as she guides him toward the bathroom, exercising a surprising amount of strength as she holds him upright almost entirely on her own. "Hopefully the pills help this time, but...oh, you've been my sick baby for so long, I just can't imagine you any other way..."

Chris whimpers, legs nearly collapsing beneath him. Baby. He doesn't get dubbed with that title often, but it always makes his chest warm, a weird fuzziness rushing over his head when she says it. He lifts his heavy, trembling arms, hoping to cling to her before they reach the bathroom, but before he can muster up enough strength for it, she's dropping him unceremoniously on the toilet, setting him aside as she preps his bath. A few stray tears escape his eyes at the loss of contact, and he curls around himself with a groan, clutching at his still aching stomach.

"Do try not to vomit again, Chris," Celia says, her voice not cold per se, but losing the warmth it had not even a minute ago. "But if you do, you know where the wastebasket is."

Chris whimpers, less at the nausea rolling over him and more at the clinical neutrality in her tone. Back to business as usual, he supposes. It had been a nice run of her rare gentleness, longer than she normally affords him, but he should've known that it was inevitably going to end. Still, despite his disappointment, he does his best to follow her instructions and not puke again—it's not too hard, even for as nauseous as he is. Anything he could've thrown up has already been expelled, so he just closes his eyes and against the dizziness washing over him, letting the sound of the tub filling keep him distracted. The warm water will feel good on his aches, he knows this from experience.

"Mama," he mumbles, once his mouth is no longer full of saliva, a threat of vomiting his body won't follow through with. "Mama, thank'ou..."

"Don't speak, Chris," Celia chides, not harsh, but not kind either. "Not until we're sure you won't be sick again."

"But 'm...I don' think 'm gonna..."

"Chris."

This time, there is harshness to the words. He's annoyed her again. He slams his mouth shut and whimpers, and then swallows back any other noises, feeling more than seeing her annoyed stare with his eyes still shut. He flinches slightly when he feels her come over—physical punishments aren't common, but he's never sure when he's aggravated her enough to draw one out of her—but she merely starts to help him out of his pajamas, wordlessly pulling the hem of his shirt up. Chris instinctively moves his arms up to help her, the movements routine by now, and in no time at all he's undressed and being guided into the tub.

He doesn't open his eyes again until he feels the water surrounding him, warm and clean and a sharp contrast to the cold salt water from his dream. The memory of it makes him shiver even in the heat surrounding him, and he pulls his legs to his chest and wraps his arms around himself, keeping his eyes on the steam rising up around him rather than on his mother fluttering around him.

After what feels like a long silence, she speaks up again. "Chris. I do appreciate the gratitude."

Chris perks up a little at that, finally looking up at her with round eyes. "Really?"

"Of course," Celia murmurs, crouching down by the tub next to him. "It's rare that a boy understands the sacrifices his mother makes for him. But you...you've always been so obedient for me."

Tears well up in Chris's eyes at the praise, and his breath quickens, squeezing his eyes shut as she runs a damp washcloth over his shoulders. "You do so much for me," he mumbles, and before he can stop himself, before he can remember why it's a bad idea, he finds the words slipping out of his mouth, "I love you, Mama..."

Celia is quiet for a long, terrifying moment, no acknowledgement of the words he's just spoken. She doesn't even stop washing him, but that's a good sign—at least he didn't upset her too badly. Still, she must be a little upset with him given her silence, and the thought makes his stomach start to turn again unpleasantly.

"'m sorry," he mumbles, dropping his face into his knees. "'m sorry...sorry...s—"

"Quiet, now, Chris," Celia interrupts, cutting off his next apology. "Let's just get your bath finished so you can go back to bed, alright?"

Chris whimpers, nodding weakly. He'll probably be moved to the guest room while his sheets are being cleaned, but he doesn't mind too much. It's always nice to have a change of scenery, no matter how brief, though he often does find himself wishing for more sometimes. Maybe if he feels better tomorrow, and if he asks really nicely, he'll get to sit on the couch and watch a little telly. Maybe Mama will even sit with him, and show him one of her old movies. That would be nice. He won't get any of that if he doesn't get better, though, or if he's not good. So far, it feels like he's failing on both fronts.

He tries to push the thought out of his mind—the last thing his mother needs is for him to accidentally induce one of his crying fits—and the rest of the bath passes in a half aware haze, exhaustion taking over once again now that his stomach doesn't hurt so much. The warm water feels really nice, after all, and a few times, Chris nearly finds himself drifting off, though he does his best to fight off the urge, since Mama can't lift him out if he falls asleep. He's not keen on the idea of waking up to a cooled tub of water if she has to leave him in again, nor on the idea of said cooled water making him sicker. It's far too easy to set off his various illnesses, and Mama would be upset if he caused them to get worse by doing something stupid and easily avoidable like falling asleep where he's not supposed to.

He is a bit relieved when she finally pulls the drain, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He trembles as the water rushes away, leaving him exposed to the cold air around him, but a towel is soon draped over him, soft and fluffy and protecting him against the chill that forever permeates the house. He whines a bit as he's guided up to his feet, but the way he's shushed quickly quiets him, and this time he wastes no time in latching onto his mother as best he can with sore, trembling arms, not wanting to miss his chance to cling to her while it's still acceptable to do so.

"Guest room, Mama?" he asks, voice quiet and a little shaky, matching the way his legs tremble beneath him.

"Yes, Christopher," Celia says, a note of something he can't quite identify in her voice. "Can't exactly have you sleeping in soiled sheets, can we?"

Chris shakes his head, whimpering at the thought. That'd be worse than sleeping in the bathtub, he's sure. The bathtub gets pretty cold, but at least it's clean.

"Exactly, my angel," Celia says in response to his displeased sounds, leading him in the direction of his new sleeping arrangements. "We wouldn't want to undo my hard work of getting you all clean by putting you back in your own mess, would we?"

Oh, he said part of that out loud, hadn't he? Chris flushes a bit at the realization, but he still shakes his head dutifully in response, breathing out shakily as his stomach starts to churn again. Movement always disrupts it when he's already been sick, so he's not going to worry too much about getting sick again unless he feels the saliva start to swarm his mouth or the bile tease at the back of his throat, the tell tale signs that he's going to retch. He knows them all intimately by now, even if the whims of the rest of his body still feel confusing and out of reach.

Thankfully, the trip to the guest room passes by in a half aware haze, most of Chris's focus on his sensitive, flipping stomach. It's a relief once he's sat down on the bed again, and he sighs as he flops onto his side on the mattress, soft and comfortable beneath him.

"Chris," Celia scolds after a long moment, and he looks up through his lashes to see her standing above him, bundle of clothes in arm.

"Sorry Mama," he mumbles, pushing himself upright again on trembling arms. "'m tired..."

"I know, dear, which is why I don't understand why you're making this so much harder on me," she huffs, coaxing a pang of guilt into his ravaged tummy. "I just need you to sit up for a bit longer, are you capable of doing that for me?"

Chris flushes in shame, and he nods shakily, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I can," he says softly. "Sorry, Mama."

Celia huffs, and Chris braces himself, wincing as she starts to guide his tender limbs into a fresh pair of pajamas. It's not like she's trying to cause him pain, of course. She's just trying to get the job done quickly. It's not her fault if it hurts a bit, if every little movement makes his sore limbs ache dully, so he does his best to let her work, trying not to fuss it. The warm water from his bath had helped a bit, but the pain never fully goes away, the aches from his illnesses a constant background noise he can never entirely block out.

It's a relief, then, when he's finally laid back down on the bed, guided by his mother's hand. There's the ghost of affection in the gentleness of the gesture, and it bleeds into the way she tucks him in as well. He soaks it up as best he can, letting out the smallest of whimpers as the blanket is pulled up to his chin.

"There you go," Celia hums, not quite warm, but Chris clings to the vestiges of it in her tone anyway. "Are you going to get some sleep for me, now?"

Chris breathes out shakily, but he nods, his exhaustion and his mother's pointed stare giving him no other choices. "Yes Mama," he breathes, curling up childishly in the sheets. "Um...wait..."

Celia pauses on her way to the door, turning on her heel and looking at Chris with an uncomfortably neutral expression. "Yes, my angel?"

Chris breathes out, fighting the urge to suck at the edge of his blanket, a nervous habit his mother heavily disapproves of. "What if I have another nightmare?" he asks, voice quiet. "O-or I get sick 'n almost choke again?"

"You're not a child Chris, you can handle another nightmare," Celia says sternly, before her voice and face soften just slightly. "But you don't have to worry about choking again. I'll always be here to protect you, to save you. You know that."

Chris nods, feeling oddly cold under the layers of blankets. He wishes his mother would come closer, take him in her arms like he's a kid again and hold him to her chest, but he knows it's a big ask. It's as she's said, he's too old for that kind of thing—he's just turned fourteen, and Mama's made a point to let him know that because he's not a child anymore, he's too old for her to let him curl up in her lap just because he's not feeling well. Not that she held him much when he was younger, of course—she was too busy trying to take care of him, checking his vitals and bringing him water and tea and running to the chemist for his medicine. Still, sometimes, when he was really sick, she used to pull him close, let him lay his head against her shoulder as she held him and rocked him. It hurts to think that he's not going to get those occasional bouts of affection anymore, but he supposes that since he has been sick for so long, he should be able to handle the stress of it on his own now.

Still, he tries not to pout as he cuddles the blanket closer, trying to imagine it as a pair of arms embracing him. "I know Mama," he murmurs, the words a ghost of a breath on his lips. "A-and thank you…you really do so much f'r me..."

"Yes, I do, don't I?" Celia hums, sounding almost pleased—Chris can almost believe she's pleased with him, though he knows it's likely not the case. "And I have more I must do for you. Can you do something for me in turn?"

Chris nods, already knowing what she's going to ask. "Yes Mama," he mumbles in answer, letting his eyes droop closed. "I'll get some sleep f'r you..."

"Good, my angel," Celia says, and he can hear the light switch click as she shrouds him in darkness. "I'll be back for another round of medication later. I would give it to you now, but I have to sort your new pills with the others before I know what to give you...besides, I don't think the painkillers from this morning have quite left your system yet, anyway..."

Chris isn't so sure about that, given the way his aches have only sharpened since his bath. Still, he knows better than to argue with her, especially about his medication. She knows far more than he does about the kind of treatment he needs—Mama knows best, just like she always tells him.

"Okay, Mama," he breathes, clinging to the softness of his pillow. "Thank you. Thank you for takin' care 'f my medicine, Mama."

"Of course, my angel," Celia says, voice so quiet it's barely audible. "Sleep now. I'll be back to take care of you later, like always."

"Like always," Chris repeats faintly, a weird feeling squirming in his chest and tummy at the words. He thinks it's love, maybe, wriggling around, disallowed from escaping him through his throat and tongue—he's certainly not repeating that mistake again so soon.

"Yes, dear," Celia says, still so quiet, yet effectively breaking him out of his thoughts regardless. "Sleep well."

Chris nods, suppressing a whimper as the door clicks shut behind her, a quiet announcement that she's left him alone in the dark room. He curls in tighter on himself, feeling himself tremble slightly. Despite how exhausted he is, sleep suddenly feels far away, the dull ache in his body overwhelming in the darkness of the room. He almost wishes for something to do—a book to read, a show to watch, even something childish like toys to play with would be a welcome distraction. But he knows better than to ask for them, and that it's better if he merely focuses on resting, even if his mind is racing a million miles a minute and making it hard to drift off again.

It feels like ages until his body finally catches up with the situation, his heart rate slowing enough for him to lay under the covers without fidgeting around restlessly. He knows it probably won't be long until his mother wakes him up again for his medicine, given how long he laid there awake, but she asked him to rest for her. He's determined to fulfill that request, even if it's only for a pitifully brief amount of time.

He tries not to feel like a complete failure as he finally nods off again, hoping that the unease won't bring the nightmares back around. Despite his mother's words, he doesn't think that he is equipped to handle another one, and he really doesn't want to disappoint her again. The last thing he ever wants to do is disappoint her, even if it feels harder and harder not to, the older and sicker he gets.

Sorry Mama, he thinks, his last coherent thought before sleep finally takes him again, anxiety lingering at the edges of his subconscious mind. I'm trying to be good. I'm sorry, Mama.

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