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#so I think he was mostly mad because he thought i picked the dog up without calling him
vineofroses · 20 hours
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Lone Star prompt
TK buys Carlos new pajamas (or vice versa)
GO!
Carlos wishes he never came across it.
He wishes a lot of things were different.
Like, why was he such a good person?
Why was he such a good husband? A good friend? A good partner?
These questions only haunt him after he's made the purchase. He didn't even think twice about it. He saw them, thought, "well, how many times do you actually come across the greatest gift you've ever seen?" And then just submitted the order, like he didn't just sign his own death sentence.
And, the logistics. He forgot about the logistics.
And now he's faced with a logistical nightmare of his own making.
"Please, I'm begging you. Just, don't move. This will be painless, I promise." He holds up the little garment like it was going to illicit an actual response.
Instead, Lou II blinks at him and turns his head away like Carlos isn't even there. What a bastard.
"Okay ... okay," Carlos says, mostly to himself. Pep talk of the year.
"I'm just going to ... pick you up." Carlos gulps, then reaches into Lou II's tank and pulls him out. Fortunately, Lou II doesn't seem to mind. Carlos minds, for sure. But, he's made it this far, he can't back out now.
"Okay, buddy. I'm going to put this on you. And you can't get mad at me because this is for your father, okay? Please don't get mad at me."
Carlos slips the yellow piece of clothing over Lou II's head. He seems okay after that, so Carlos carefully maneuvers Lou II's little arms into the sleeves. This is the part he was really hesitant about; Lou II's arms are so tiny and Carlos fingers are so close to biting distance.
"What are you doing?"
Carlos jumps, almost losing Lou II from his grip. "Jesus, TK!"
"Are you holding Lou II?" TK asks, and Carlos really tries to not be offended by the incredulity he hears in his husband's voice.
"Um, yeah — "
"Is he okay?!"
Carlos thinks he himself is more at risk of not being okay, but whatever, it's fine.
"Yes, yeah, of course!"
"Okay ... so what's going on?" TK starts walking toward Carlos to presumably get a better look at Lou II but Carlos can't have that. He's so close to pulling this surprise off, it can't have been for nothing. "No, don't come over here!"
TK stops in his tracks, eyeing the way Carlos is halfway turned toward TK but keeping Lou II out of his sight. He raises an amused eyebrow.
Carlos sighs. "Just, open that first." He nods to a gift bag on the dining room table.
TK's eyes sparkle. "Oh, baby. You didn't have to get me anything."
"Trust me, I'm kinda wishing I hadn't," Carlos murmurs to himself.
"What was that?" TK asks, but he's already tearing into the gift bag so Carlos doesn't answer him.
TK pulls out a yellow silk pajama set that has white buttons up the front of the shirt.
"Wow, these are beautiful," TK says. "Thank you, Carlos. But —"
"Ok, now the next part," Carlos says.
"There's parts — ?" TK says but stops as soon as Carlos turns around with Lou II in his hand, wearing the exact same yellow silk pajama shirt that TK just pulled the larger version of out of his gift bag.
"Oh. My. God."
"Tada," Carlos says with as much cheer as he can muster. This was his idea but he's ready to be out of ideas and never follow through on them ever again.
TK reaches for Lou II and Carlos is happy to hand him over.
"Aw, who's a handsome little boy?" TK coos at Lou II.
And okay, Carlos has never seen anything cuter. TK, not Lou II. Does he wish that his husband was cuddling his face against a dog instead of a lizard? Yes. But he's adorable nonetheless.
When TK looks up again, there's tears in his eyes.
"Marry me."
Carlos rolls his eyes. "TK, we're already married." Chuckling, he wanders back into the kitchen for the next surprise.
"I know, I know. I just can't believe you did this. You hate Lou II."
"I don't hate Lou II. I bought him pajamas."
"Yeah, you did," TK sighs happily. "Why did you do that again?"
"Oh, you know ... just wanted to do something nice for you, is all."
"Oh?"
Carlos hums an affirmative. He used the last of the tissue paper for the first gift bag, so he grabs the remnants of it from the floor where TK had tossed it in his haste to open the gift.
"Carlos."
"Alright, fine. I ... sawanadonfacebook," he mumbles, stuffing the next bag with the already crumpled tissue paper.
"What was that?" TK asks, but he knows what Carlos said because TK knows him, which is very unfortunate. He's never living this down.
"I saw the add on the Facebook, okay? It got me."
TK chuckles, still cradling Lou II like he's a baby. The pajamas don't help shatter the illusion.
"Here ya go." Carlos hands TK the second gift bag.
"Another one? Carlos, you should really ignore the ads, they're just there to collect your data." But TK's doesn't really seem to care about that because he immediately opens this second bag.
What he pulls out shuts him up entirely.
It's another matching set.
"This is a —"
"Yeah, it is," Carlos finishes for him when TK seems to lose the words.
There's a beat of silence.
Then,
"This is the single best thing you've ever done." TK sounds so serious.
"I've literally solved so many cases, saved a lot of lives," Carlos counters.
"Sure, yeah," TK says.
"And, I married you."
"Mmhmm."
"I hunted down that obscure vintage painting for you."
"You did."
"And, this is the best thing I've ever done?"
"100 percent."
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beansnpeets · 2 years
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Dude picked up his dog this morning. He was visibly pissed at me lmao
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charmercharm3r · 8 months
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Dream You
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wc: 4k
Synopsis: He cheated on you— in your dreams, then took kiss it better too literally.
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!chan, light bondage, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, pretty intensely fluffy they just rly love each other
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4,000 followers! enjoy this lil idea as a thank you. i appreciate you!
You. Needed. Affection.
Just affection, and loads of it from one person in specific. Mostly because you were pretending to be mad at him and it made you miss him even more. Chan rarely makes you mad, he’s always good about communicating and listening, so the fact that you were mad at him and he didn’t even know why threw him off a little.
So there you were, sat on the couch wrapped in one of his hoodies eating straight out of the ice cream tub because you were too upset to do anything but count the seconds until he got home. You weren’t answering his texts, you picked up his call because you accidentally pressed the wrong button out of muscle memory and Chan could tell through the phone that today was just not a good day.
When he came home and found you sitting in the same spot that you were in when he called you– he knew this because you described it exactly as it looked, Chan almost collapsed at how cute you were. You had this ruffle in your brow and his hoodie looked like it was threatening to drown you in the black material. Gnawing on the spoon, your chest rumbled a little as Chan smiled his dimply smile and reached for the tub of ice cream to take away. “You doing okay, baby?” He chuckled trying to pop the spoon out of your mouth, wriggling it back and forth and swaying your head until you decided to let go.
“No, I’m mad at you,” there wasn’t much bite to the statement.
Chan pecked your forehead and ventured off to put the ice cream away, “oh yeah? Wanna tell me why so I can fix it?” He returned to stand behind you and lean over the back of the couch, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head.
Upset but still wanting the physical touch, you pulled his arms tighter, “dream you cheated on me.”
He popped his head around the side of yours to come face to face with a look of genuine shock. “Did he?!” Chan hopped over the back of the couch to sit next to you.
“Yeah. I caught you in our bed and everything. Then you broke up with me and posted the bitch on your instagram the next day.” You huffed and pushed him away with no force, turning to lean on the armrest and lay your legs over his lap. Chan rested his head on your knees, looking at you with his big puppy dog eyes that never failed to make you melt.
“I thought I taught him better than that,” he gently scolded. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is that why you didn’t kiss me back when I left this morning?
You nodded. “And why you weren’t answering my texts?” Another nod. “And why you can’t look at me because you know how ridiculous that sounds?”
You were half way through nodding for a third time when you caught his words, “hey! It’s not ridiculous! It could be a premonition, I could be psychic and get into fortune telling with how accurate I am.”
Chan closed his eyes and let his hands wander up and down your calves, lightly dragging his lips across the bare skin of your knees as he spoke, “mhm, mhm. Or it means that it’s never gonna come true. I like to think that, instead.”
It was getting harder to be mad when the feeling of his breath fanning over your skin made goosebumps rise, he loved watching the way your body reacted to him. It was never hard for him to work you up, physically and emotionally. Chan thrived on the effect he has over you, but it’s a two way street and you live for the way he’d do anything to please you. Even if it means apologizing for something he didn’t really do. In this reality, at least.
You wanted to be mad so bad that you debated on throwing him off you entirely, however his lips were just too plush looking and you craved to feel them on your own. Chan took his time to work them higher up your legs, eventually laying them and sticking his head under the hem of his hoodie you wore. He tugged you to lay flat so he could have more area to trace his pretty lips cross, the thoughts of being upset almost totally dissipating under his touch. Your leg instantly wrapped around his torso, to which he grinded lightly into the cushion. His hair tickled your bare chest as he peppers kisses across your belly, hands roaming your back to keep you near. He didn’t move as sexually as one might’ve thought from an outside perspective, it wasn’t to get into your nonexistent pants, you just got him so horny.
So horny to the point where he would’ve kept grinding against the couch if you didn’t feel like relieving him, he would’ve taken it like a champ if you denied him. You never do, though, as if you had the impulse control to ever tell him no.
Chan kept his movements slow, intentional, with the purpose of getting you to relax and see how much he loves you and how much an asshole dream-him was for cheating on dream-you. Big hands moved down to cup your ass under the fabric of your underwear, teething lightly above your belly button then soothing over the bite with his fat tongue. The wet muscle laved over the sore spots with the tip of his tongue, then flattening it, the tip, then flat again, alternating like he would if it were your pussy and were trying to get you to cum.
You wanted that, you always wanted his tongue on you. But now, you needed this more. The closeness and being able to keep him where only you can love and appreciate.
It felt so stupid to even be thinking that way, stupid that you had pulled such childish acts instead of just telling him in the first place. If you had just asked to be coddled, he would’ve given it to you without a second thought.
Chan needed this as much as you did, little to your knowledge. He could feel how off you were in the morning but really just didn’t have the time to fix it at that moment. It stung his heart hearing what dream-him did to dream-you, he couldn’t possibly imagine putting you through that, let alone move on so quickly if you ever were to actually break up.
No, he couldn’t even bear the thought of leaving you, it hurt too much.
His heart hurt for you, he could see the pain all over your face when he got home and it wasn’t even real life. Chan would rather die than ever let you go through something like that in this reality. In your dreams, well, there isn’t much he can do other than what he’s doing now.
Leaving chaste kisses anywhere along your torso he could, massaging your ass with his nimble fingers while heavily breathing in the scent of your skin. The quiet moans you were trying to suppress made him smile, able to feel your muscles tightening and loosening beneath his fingertips. He felt so warm against you, you wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and tried to from over the hoodie. Chan mumbled incoherently in protest and tugged the hem over his head again when you tried to tug it up.
“Wanna be close to you,” he murmured, going back to rubbing his cheek to your belly. You could only giggle and let him.
This was just Chan. Just purely and entirely him. Doing nothing and everything at the same time and making you melt into the palm of his hand, you’d forgotten why you were mad until he spoke again.
“Can’t believe I’d do that,” the barrier of material made it hard to hear him.
“Hm?” You hummed.
He slithered a little higher up your chest and you pulled the neckline to peak down into the dark shadows of the hoodie. You could see just one of his pretty brown eyes peering up at you sweetly, “who in their right mind would do that to you?”
Chan rested his cheek on your chest and stayed there, arms enclosing around your torso. “Dream-you did. And it really sucked.”
He whined this time, higher in pitch and wiggling to get comfortable. Your head back against the couch, you closed your eyes and let yourself calm down before you got worked up again. Chan could hear your heartbeat speed up, placing another soft kiss to the skin above it. You shivered and draped your arms over the back of his shoulders to succumb entirely to the feeling. Just as you finally relaxed, warmth engulfed your left nipple, wet and hot and being suckled into his mouth like a pacifier. “I’m trying really hard to be mad,” you admit while smiling to yourself, out of his field of vision.
“Please, don’t be,” he pleaded, “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll destroy anyone who tries.” It sounded silly coming from his mouth considering it was full of your tit, you couldn’t help a gentle laugh.
A few more moments of him playing with your breast, then switching to the other with no regard for the wet sounds that emitted from his suckling, you couldn’t take not seeing him anymore. You sat up as much as he’d let you and tucked your arms into the body of the hoodie, pulling your head through the neckline just enough so that the two of you were pressed chest to chest under the material.
It was dark and hot, you weren’t sure how he was able to stand being underneath it for so long. You couldn’t totally see him, but you knew he was looking at you– or at least, attempting to. You felt for his cheeks and held him just millimeters away, feeling his calm breathing over your chin. In almost total darkness, unable to see but could feel each other entirely, he whispered, “you’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me.”
You pulled him into you, savoring the fragile way he always tended to kiss you when you were particularly emotional, scared as if he’d break you. Handle with care, your heart said, and he did just that and more. Delicate. Do not touch, written outside the glass case he envisioned you in whenever something went even remotely in the opposite direction you wanted. It wasn’t that you needed the protection, by no means were you unable to handle yourself, but you invoked something in him that he couldn’t control. Fortunately for him, you let him smother you and baby you and wrap you in bubble wrap so tight you couldn’t breathe because it felt good to be seen. It felt good to be loved, and loved by him.
It was getting more and more difficult not to rut your hips against him, any part of him because he made you that insatiable. Chan could feel you trying to restrain and laughed against your lips.
“What if I want you to break me?” He glitched for a second, then went back to kissing you with a little more intensity.
“Then, I’ll just have to put you together again.” You ripped the hoodie away, leaving you naked in his hold aside from the underwear you were soaking through. “And break you, put you together again, and again, and again until you’re begging for me to stop.”
You felt the wave of butterflies flutter right between your legs and caved.
“Fuck– take me to the bedroom.”
Chan stood just to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly, entirely too excited for either of your own good. It wasn’t until now that you noticed he was still in those uncomfortably tight jeans he left in this morning, your mouth watered at the timely prospect of getting him out of them. You just couldn’t stop yourself from sending a light smack to his ass as he walked through the bedroom door, and he reciprocated with an even harder one to the bare skin of your own.
He laid you down gently just to cover your body with his own once again, not letting you strip him without your tongues laving against one another's. His shirt came off first, tossing it towards the headboard, your underwear, then his pants. Chan stopped you from reaching for his underwear so he could tease you, barely tugging the elastic down his hips and letting his erection catch in the fabric until he finally let it slap against his lower belly erotically.
Chan let them fall to the floor before kneeling tall onto the bed, “turn around,” he instructed. You followed and faced the headboard, seeing him reach around for his discarded shirt. Just barely could you feel his hot breath against your neck, “are you sure this is what you want tonight, baby?”
You hummed with desperation, “break me. Lovingly, please.”
Leaving a small peck to your cheek for reassurance, Chan grabbed your arms harshly and brought them behind your back. He used his forgotten shirt as a makeshift restraint, keeping you bound and tied up with no way of being able to touch him, you wondered what it was he had in store that required it.
Once he finished he sat opposite of you, falling on his back and watching the process of your mouth watering over seeing him in the perfect cock-sucking position. The redness of his tip, you would’ve thought it was painful if you didn’t know better. No, that’s a lie– it was painful. Painful watching you be so pretty and worked up and he was fighting the urge with everything in him not to untie you and lay you in the sheets like the pillow princess you so rarely got to be.
But it wasn’t what you wanted. What you wanted was to not think, be serviced and be of service, used to please. Tonight needed to end with you feeling weightless and not an ounce of sadness or anger left lingering to be found.
“Break you lovingly?” Chan called, tucking an arm under his head while the other stroked himself slowly. He swiped the bead of precum, beckoning you over with a single finger and forcing his thumb past your lips to taste. You hummed at the salty bitterness, the weight of him on your tongue and could feel yourself salivating. “Which do you want first, doll? Break you, or love you?”
Judging from the way you were practically drooling down his wrist, he took your lack of response as the former.
Stealing his thumb away, a thread of spit following, Chan laid back down and put both hands behind his head. “Go ahead. Be a good doll and suck.”
You folded so fast that it made him chuckle with pride knowing you were wanting him as much as he wanted you. Licking and twirling your tongue around the tip like hard candy, taking in as much of him as possible. Your own spit dripped down your chin and filled your mouth like a perfect hole.
Chan started to stutter up into you the further down you went. The more of him you took in, the harder it got not to thrust up. By the time you’d gotten to the point of lightly gagging, he was biting his lip to keep from losing all control. But then you looked up at him, eyes big and watery, tears already rolling down your cheek and you couldn’t even wipe it away. Nope, all self control completely obliterated by that single look. That fucking look, Chan physically felt his chest cave like crumbling sand between his fingers.
“I’ll fucking break you, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head, I’ll make you forget.” You couldn’t reply with his thick cock in your mouth, but could see you approve with the little nods you managed to give. “Be a good cocksleeve, yeah? Make me feel good.”
You took him as deep as you could, stilled as soon as your nose hit his pelvis and thought that was good enough since he groaned, loud and deep from within his chest. But you looked up at him again, this time just as the tears fell from your lash line. Chan tangled both hands in your hair and hooked his legs over your shoulders, cock still buried down your throat. He locked his ankles around the back of your head and pushed himself that much deeper to get you to gag harder. The sound that he emitted resembled that of a bear, hearty, unrestrained, feeling.
Oh, how he felt you. Felt the constricting of your throat around him, felt your tongue fighting to make room for you to breathe and failing, felt your tears wet the skin of his pelvis. Nothing but your safe word could have stopped him from pulling you off his cock for a split second to inhale a deep breath, then shoving you back down to abuse your throat like it was just a toy. For now, you were just a toy– his toy.
Lewd and adulterous squelching of your mouth slicking up and down his cock filled the room, overridden just by Chan’s moans of pleasure and your light humming to vibrate up his shaft. He was kind for a few moments– as kind as he could have been in this position, and eventually gave up seeing as you could still fight back. His lazy pushes and pulls of guiding your head up and down turned into him rutting up into your mouth in quick jabs, utilizing the headlock he had you in as leverage to move at what could have been neck breaking speed. His hands held you firmly in place as Chan did all the work now, focused on nothing but his own pleasure as your tears and spit mixed to puddle around his throbbing cock.
You were a gagging, crying mess and you loved every second. So much so that you spread your knees and tried to rub your puffy clit into the bunched up sheets. A few more upthrusts of his tip hitting the back of your throat, Chan let you go entirely. Without the stability of him holding you up, your weak body tilted to the side as you gasped for air, hips slightly twitching from the immense need built up.
He took a second to regain his composure while you caught your breath. Chest still heaving up and down, Chan forgot that your hands were still tied, wondering why you weren’t jumping his bones the second he let you free. Sitting up, he tilted his head at you with a sympathetic smile, “sweet doll, I haven’t even done anything to you yet. Anything left in here?” He mockingly tapped the side of your temple, to which it went unacknowledged. You just wanted him on you again, whining and trying to wriggle closer to him. “Hm, guess not. Did my job, didn’t I? Didn’t take very much effort, baby. You love me that much? Or you’re just a cockhungry doll.”
Through the soreness in your jaw, you managed to whisper, “l–love you.”
Chan chuckled, “I know you do. Love my sweet doll, too.” He leaned over to kiss your forehead, ignoring the way you puckered your lips for more. Chan manhandled you to the center of the bed, keeping you on your side with arms still restricted from touching.
There was nothing you could do but let him do what he wanted with you, but this was the lovingly part. This, although bound on your end, was where he showed you everything he couldn’t tell you. This was the putting you back together part, the safe with me part, the dream-me can go fuck himself because you deserve the best dicking down ever part.
And could you tell that’s what all of this was? Absolutely. Could you do anything about it? Not a chance. You couldn’t touch him, couldn’t form coherent sentences, couldn’t do anything but babble love you, love you, and more love you’s.
Chan pushed your hair from your sweaty forehead, memorizing your features for just a second before he lost himself again. Then straightening out your bottom leg for him to straddle while resting the top in the crook of his arm and aligning his cock at your entrance, just teasing your clit with the tip and spreading the perpetually leaking beads of cum. He would dip into your hole, hear you whimper, then pull away and do it all over again to keep you in a constant state of frustrated that he wouldn’t just fuck you already.
It was because fucking you wasn’t what he wanted, he hated calling it that. If it were anyone but you, calling sloppy sex for what it is wouldn’t have bothered him. But you weren’t just anyone, he wouldn’t dare call you anything less than what you deserved and that applied in the bedroom as well. That was, of course, aside from when you truly asked for it.
Even the sloppiest of sex with you wouldn’t be classified as just fucking. He felt every inch of you in every single one of his nerve endings, in his veins, pumping the blood through his heart straight down to the tip of his cock. Chan felt a little dumb just looking at you, like he’d lost his mind at the mere scent of your arousal, he felt like a lovesick puppy and if you’d ever decide to leave him, he’d die of a broken heart.
God, he loves you. He said it as he finally pushed into your pulsing, wet hole. He said it as he came to the hilt, he said it as he slipped the bondage off your wrists, as he grabbed your hand to hold and as he began to lazily thrust in and out, searching for the spot that would make you cry so hard you’ll pass out as soon as you cum.
And you did cry, not just from how good you felt physically but because even if he wasn’t mindlessly telling you how much he loved you, you could see it in the way he looked at you. He wasn’t looking anywhere but your face, straight into your eyes in a stare so intense it should’ve been uncomfortable. It was anything but, you shed a tear every time you blinked to see him still looking at you like he was sure you were the last thing he’d ever see.
God, you love him. You said it as your hand held his for dear life, as he pummeled the soft spot within you that made you see stars through the tears, you said it as you were curling your toes and arching your back at an unholy angle. You said it as coherently as possible as the butterflies in your belly swept you into a whirlwind of pleasure, as you milked him for everything he had, as you came back down to earth somehow laying on his chest and not at all in the same position as when the orgasm hit.
Gentle beating of his heart in his chest stirred you from the light daze you had fallen into, you don’t even remember doing it. “Hey there,” his chest rumbled. Chan kissed the top of your head, your forehead, then moved to lay your head in the pillows so he could kiss your lips.
As he tucked your hair behind your ear, you finally got to brush your fingers through his curls, so soft and pretty. His eyes closed as your nails raked across his scalp, letting his forehead fall against yours. The rumbling of his chest made you smile, “you purr like a cat,” you said through the sore scratch in your throat.
“Cats ward off evil. Real me is shooing away the nightmares for good. Let me purr.” Chan let you tug his head against his chest with a content him falling from your lips, where his purring turned into soft snores as the exhaustion finally hit him.
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strwberri-milk · 1 month
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Do you think you could do genshin charas (I don't mind who! Your pick 🫶) with a reader who has a reaaaaally clingy cat
The kitty hates everyone but the reader and follows them everywhere. When the reader leaves and the cat can't follow it meows SO loud for hours until the reader comes back. Kitty will jump up on the readers shoulder and sometimes sit on their head (small kitty) and if anyone comes close to reader the kitty will start hissing and swatting at them until they back away. Basically like a guard dog but a guard kitten
hmm im giving you diluc and kaveh!! i'm also making it so that kitty warms up to him *eventually* because itd be so sad if it hated him forever :( ALSO my friends kitten literally hates me she refused to take a treat from my hand for like half an hour [sob] she would sniff it but wouldnt eat it :((( oh ya also surprise rafayel bc hes so funny LMAO
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I can see Diluc taking to cats. They're more self sufficient than dogs and considering his busy work schedule he'd think it'd be a little difficult to keep a dog busy without also worrying for it's safety. When you tell him you have a cat he doesn't mind it at all but he's a little concerned when your cat starts hissing and spitting at him.
He looks at you, unsure of what to do and you explain that the cat is simply just protective of you. He doesn't want to somehow offend your cat by encroaching on your shared bubble so he looks to you to see what he can and can't do.
Now whenever your cat and Diluc hang out it's like a game of chicken. Diluc's trying to figure out what he's allowed to do (by permission of your cat) and you're trying to make sure your cat doesn't scratch Diluc/hurt itself trying to jump onto him to protect you.
Diluc also tries other ways of acclimating your cat to him. He leaves a jacket in the room you and your kitty are in together so it can explore his scent freely, waits to see if it'll come to him rather than you bringing it to him, etc. When it slowly finally warms up to him he can barely hide his relief, hating the thought of you having to choose between him or your pet.
He's very patient and your kitty seems to appreciate it, hissing at him less until finally, one day you come home and find Diluc sitting incredibly still watching your kitten sleep soundly on his lap. He's barely breathing, turning to you when he sees you come in with awe in his eyes not unlike a child's. It definitely helped that his body runs warm and kitty just needed a place to nap.
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Kaveh jumps the first time your cat hisses at him. He wasn't expecting that to happen since most animals warm up to him pretty quickly. Similar to Diluc, he knows not to force a relationship between himself and your kitten so he also takes his time to acclimate your cat to him.
Unlike Diluc I think your cat would warm up to him faster. Kaveh has absolutely great vibes and animals tend to follow him around because he also has a habit of feeding them if he can. This natural kindness is shown in the way he respects your cat's boundaries and the way he watches you care for the animal.
Your cat slowly explores Kaveh only if you're close to him. He has a bit more success if he's wearing something or has something you've recently worn draped over him but he's careful if your kitty starts circling around his feet. Even if it lightly nips or hisses at him he tries not to react too strongly, knowing that it's just trying to protect you and getting mad at it is just going to halt progress.
Eventually your cat starts to slowly enjoy sitting with Kaveh and watching him sketch. It doesn't interrupt his drawings but you notice it's eyes watching his pencil flit about. When it gets more comfortable it might tentatively bat at it, Kaveh carefully picking it up and depositing it into your lap to avoid any actual damage being done to his work.
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Rafayel is incredibly dramatic and because you know he's afraid of cats you've decided to keep your cat away from him. That was mostly successful until one day he came in as you were getting dressed in your room. You knew he'd be coming over and you forgot that he could just let himself in and quickly tried to make yourself decent the second you heard his screaming.
You're ready to attack whatever it is that made him lose his composure, thinking you're ready to go face to face with a Wanderer when you find him crouched on top a kitchen counter glaring daggers at you. He knew you had a cat and was under the impression that since you knew he was coming today you would have put it away.
In a weird way he tells you he's glad that your cat isn't "trying to trick him" by being cute and cuddly. He's very adamant about not touching your cat and keeping his distance away from the "creature". You'd have to convince him to touch your cat but that only happens once your cat actually calms down in his presence. It sees how you act around him and over time realises that you care a lot about him.
It takes some more time but your cat and boyfriend have some sort of peace treaty with each other that's never actually communicated. They relatively leave each other alone and tolerate each other's presence only for you.
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vnards · 19 days
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>dinner's ready!
Price was grumpy. There was a tightness in his shoulders he couldn’t release and it had been driving him mad. He was at work, taking his 7th lap of the forest today, trying to run off his extra energy. But no matter how hard he tries, there’s been a smell in his nose. As he makes his way back to the ranger’s station, a grumble emits from him unknowingly.
Ever since his last visit to the store, there’s been this itch under his nails and a tension in his neck that just wouldn’t go away. Nothing he does gets his mind off you. Off your smell. “Dammit.” Price grumbles under his breath and leans back in his chair, wiping his eyes, as if he can make everything go away.
There’s footsteps outside the ranger station that catches his ear and a quick glance at the clock makes him sigh in relief. Marcus walks in, throwing a polite smile John’s way as he heads towards the back, getting ready for his own shift.
John couldn’t be more grateful to be able to get out of here. He quickly starts shutting down his things and begins packing. “Long day?” Marcus asks as he comes from the back of the station.
He grunted in response, “It was fine.” He quickly dismisses.
He hears a pause come from Marcus for a moment. Damned humans and their stupid social rules.
The former military captain tries again, remembering he only got the job because of Marcus’ good nature. He clears his throat again, “I think I may be coming down with something.” He says instead.
“Yea,” Marcus starts, “It usually takes a while to get used to the mountain air.” John falsely agrees, simply wanting to get out from under scrutiny and judgement. “Maybe you should take the weekend off.” He suggests.
That gives Price pause for a moment. He doesn’t want to misuse any good graces with Marcus, but with the coming winter, he would not look a gifted horse in the mouth. “I can still come in on Sunday,” He offered.
Marcus thought it over for a moment, “Yea, that sounds pretty good.”
Price smiled politely, a renewed vigor gave him enough momentum to grab his stuff and head out.
Price lumbered around the forest aimlessly. The sky was a light grey, but despite that, the trees gave an enchanting look and feel. He was in his bear form, finally able to stretch his legs and enjoy the mountains in which he resided in. He hasn’t had the chance ever since he’s moved to the area and the serenity he feels makes him feel truly at home.
No orders to give. No gunfire raining over him. No crushing weight on his shoulders. He can meander as slow as he wants. Scratch his back for as long as he wants. Even pick the berries without a care in the world.
There were a few hikers out in the late afternoon. Probably coming from work. Families with their dogs mostly. Everyone gave him a wide berth, some taking pictures, but most too scared to move until he’s ambled his way further. He’s not out to scare anybody so he leaves them alone.
Until that smell.
The bear sniffed the air again. Certain of the familiar scent. A pleased rumble began in his chest, heading a direction further into the woods and closer to the river.
Price didn’t even realize that he had changed directions. Simply moving as his bear asked without question. It wasn’t until he got closer that he came to and realized something was off.
Your smell got stronger. The hints of a floral and rich scent beckoning him. And Price followed.
John was able to take in your scent fully with his nose this time and it was even better than the last. Honey. You smelled like fresh honey mixed with a salty air and a floral scent. Bodywash, maybe. He was so distracted, he missed another scent in the air.
He traveled for about half a mile, paying no mind to the other hikers that had spotted him. The rushing of the river began a craving for fish. Price thought he saw salmon on one of his routes. As the clearing came up, there you were.
Sitting at the edge of the river, squatting to look under the water was you. You were out hiking it seemed, your backpack too light for anything else. John watched you in silence. It seemed the tranquility of the forest extended even to you. Almost adding to its beauty.
You threw you head back and gave a hearty laugh. What a wonderful sound it was. The trance Price basked in was interrupted by a stranger.
A man, walking closer to you from behind. He was about the same height as John, but not nearly as muscled or big. Not nearly as strong as Price. He was on the younger side, but still a threat nonetheless. The bear readied his stance, ready to intervene at a moments notice, when you turned your head and spoke to the man. You knew each other. And by the way the man put his hand on your back and sat next to you, it seemed you knew each other better than just friends.
Price had to focus on staying hidden in the trees. Watching. Observing. Calculating his next move.
He could shift back and approach the “couple,” giving some bullshit excuse for interrupting them. Maybe you’ll pick me over him. The thought pleased him, but no. That wouldn’t be enough. You were too smart to believe anything he’d come up with.
His mind ran a mile a minute, trying to figure out what to do. He could leave. Neither of you had spotted him, his fur helping him blend into the foliage, keeping him concealed. And as the two of you sat on the edge of the river, looking over the horizon, none the wiser, the stranger said something that caught your attention. Price got down lower, his years of stealth being an innate skill drilled in his bones.
Your voices were too soft for him to hear. But as the man touched the soft skin on your cheek and leaned in carefully, the bear roared, an anger carrying Price forward into the clearing and disturbing you both.
“Oh shit!” The man was on his feet in an instant, spotting the bear immediately. The look of confusion on your face was adorable. But the pure fear that replaced it tightened something in his chest. The big, bad bear had made himself known and there was no going back. So Price led into it with full force.
He raised onto his hind legs to his full height, his eyes never leaving the man that dare touch what’s his. The frustrations from the last few days came forth. The itch for violence that was always under his skin reaching a tipping point that he released in a bellow.
The call of the wild.
It didn’t take the man long to get to his feet and start running the other direction. He hadn’t even looked back to see if you would follow. A coward. He sneered.
Staying still under the scrutiny of a beast like him, you were too stunned to move. The pure fear in your eye was enough to tell Price everything he needed to know. You were smart not to run in front of a wild creature.
As the coward continued to run, further than necessary, Price might add, and once the threat was deemed safe enough, the bear dropped back on all fours. He let out a chuff of annoyance as his attention turned back to you as a sniffle caught his attention.
Price wasn’t close, but he could still see the tears growing along your tear line, threatening to fall. John almost felt bad about scaring you the way he did, but he knew there was no point fighting instinct.
So instead, he laid down on all fours, his arms and leg splayed out under him and put his chin on the ground. He hoped you knew what he was trying to do, look as non-threatening as possible. That was his mission.
You stood up on shaky legs, unsure of what to do with this strange bear’s behavior. You’ve of course have had tips you’ve picked up over the years on what to do when you encounter wild animals in these mountains, but the blood coursing through your veins wipes away any memory of them.
But…there’s something different about this bear. You can’t put your finger on it, but you trust your intuition and you get a burst of courage.
Price has to focus on staying still, but he can’t deny the burst of excitement in his stomach as you take careful steps closer. His eyes never leave you, watching your confidence grow with every step as you come closer to him.
Mission successful.  
Something speaks to you. You’re unable to tell what has come over you. Walking up to a wild bear after being abandoned by Tim. There’s a flame of anger that begins to start, leaving you like that, but you tamp it down in favor to focus on the wild bear in front of you.
The bear chuffs again, it doesn’t sound threatening, but you stop anyway. What you are you thinking!? There’s still a possibility of being mauled by a bear out in the middle of the mountains because you walked up to it? The thought doesn’t get any less crazy.
You’re about to turn back around when you examine the bear again. He hasn’t moved. Staying still as you approached him. It’s like he knows. You can see it in his eyes, something human about them. You finish crossing the distance to the bear, close enough to touch.
Price makes sure to not make any sudden movements, but he does lift his head up closer to you, seeing if he can get lucky twice. At his insistence, you finally reach your hand out to him, close enough to gently pet his head.
Price was in heaven.
Your hands are soft against his skin. Softer than his fur even. Gentle. John knew you’d have a gentle hand. A pleased rumble starting in his chest. Something he hasn’t done in years and it feels good. It feels great.
“You’re not so scary, huh?” You giggle lightly, your nerves settled after the adrenaline wore off.
Never for you.
You get a burst of courage and reach a little further, reaching behind the bear’s ears. Price melted.
He wanted more. He needed more.
He tilted his head to the side to allow you more access behind his ears. He can’t think of the last time someone showed him so pleasantly. The bear leaned over completely, laying on his side and showing you his belly as you make sure to show the other ear as much attention as the first. So thorough. Such a good girl. The pleased rumbles grow louder.
A flick of the bear’s ear causes him pause and suddenly sits up. You are able to move out of the way and step back, remembering you don’t have any protection on you incase this bear changes it’s mind. But he had other concerns.
The sound of a truck rumbling through the trees on the ranger’s path he took many times that day. How could John forget the protocol for spotting large animals? He’s never been so reckless before.
A new tension replaced your fear, concern as the truck came in sight. “Go,” you told the bear, “they might hurt you. Shoo, shoo.”
No one has never shooed away John Price before. He knew the protocol for a sighting and Marcus wouldn’t shoot him unless it was a last resort, but who was he to deny an order from his pretty little bird? He raised up, shaking his fur a bit of any debris and sticks he accumulated. He checked on you one more time. Your hands were still shaking, maybe from adrenaline, maybe from fear, but you looked more stable. Better. “Go,” you insisted again.
He chuffed again, but followed your orders. As Price worked to blend back into the words, he knew one thing for certain.
He will never let you go.
-been thinking if it would be easier to set up all my works in one place if it'd be helpful?
(edit: I did it -> list)
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I know you’ve gotten asks already talking about how happy they are that you’re going more in depth on the subject of Vox being trans in your next installment, but I can’t help myself… I’m so excited that you’re writing about that. It can be difficult to find trans rep in fandom spaces sometimes and your stories are so well written that this is like a gift from god. SO ANYWAY I’m super happy and your works are amazing and I just hope you know how many people value your works for all that they give.
Secondly, I was wondering whether or not Vox would have been trans on earth or just in hell? I mean I’m sure it would be difficult considering the time period but I also couldn’t think of a reason why he would be cis on earth but trans in hell. UNLESS he realized he was trans in hell/was finally able to do something about it?? Anyway, all of this is just speculation, I am only curious!!
Regardless, great work. It genuinely means a lot to me, if no one else :)
Oh, man, I'm ngl, one of my little, "Wait! I can do anything I want!!!!" moments of going mad with power once I got more and more experience at writing was realizing that I could just trans anyone's gender at-will and I didn't need anyone's permission for that. I still remember the first time I quietly decided an OC of mine was trans (love you, Laledy, you obnoxious asshole). I'm always a little apprehensive to start writing trans characters in new fandoms, mostly because I've been in a number of fandoms that have corners that get very tetchy about their weird gender role stuff, but it's consistently been met with such a positive reaction that it really brings me joy. So thank you so very, very much!!
My personal take on Vox in 666 specifically (a lot of which isn't going to come up because he does not want to get into it) is that he wasn't personally really in a position or environment conducive to considering trans-ness as, like, a thing that happens when he was alive, and he put his all into putting on The Correct Gender Performance with the vim and aplomb that we see from him in canon, plus all the underlying bullshit that goes into maintaining that facade. So, y'know. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, minus the Jewish. Which did not do amazing things for his mental health, not that he let himself pay attention to that at the time!
And then he wakes up, in hell, with this weird-ass demon body with a television for a head, and - well, it just makes sense to present as a man at that point, doesn't it? Hell is dog-eat-dog, and he's not going to pick the submissive gender to put himself on the back foot from the start!
He figures out what the fuck being trans even is eventually, just. Not for a while, and not until after someone like Valentino, having known and assumed that Vox is trans as a given for fucking months, mentions it offhandedly to Vox, who had been mentally describing himself as "just lying about his sex like those girls in stories that get shit done by dressing up as men". Then he gets to have his own little spiral about it, and also why it's upsetting him, and why he felt so vulnerable about Valentino knowing, and why Valentino specifically, Mr. Fishnets, Heels, and Microminis, is the one that ended up in a position not only to know this about Vox but for Vox to feel comfortable having any kind of sex with. It wasn't something Vox had to analyze back when it was just "her" freaky boyfriend being into pegging!
Okay, fuck, I have even more feelings about trans Vox than I thought I did, hahahaha.
Might fuck around and write a staticmoth-centric prequel interlude at some point if I have the brain cells for it. Vox is a lot more confident and comfortable with his gender now, to the point where he can absolutely see fucking around in a dress for kinky reasons as crossdressing and not being forced back into a box that doesn't fit, but it'd be neat to explore the earlier days. Val isn't here for gender, he's here to be sexy, but Vox... this IS the origin of the daddy kink, just saying.
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Genshin men as cat dads because I’m sick right now and bored
Diluc: best cat dad. He is a walking heating pad so the cats follow him around waiting to swoop onto any unoccupied thigh or foot permanently binding him to the chair. He also is the kind to pick up a mischievous kitty and pepper them with kisses because they’re too cute to be mad at. Any kitty no matter how thin they were before their care will become a plump beast in days of staying at the winery. Not only will Adelinde be spoiling him but Diluc is weak to their cute little meows and pleading eyes even if its their second dinner.
Thoma is just the perfect animal dad. He’s such a ray of sunshine that even the most terrified and scared kitty ends up warming up to him and cuddling beside his thigh.
Itto the kind of cat dad who probably takes in a orphaned kitten thus turning them into a overly clingy and playful cat. You bet that cat isa hefty one too and is well fed. Such a well loved and plump kitty
Lyney would be a literal cat dad. He probably has a better understanding of cats than anyone else to the point where it is like a genuine child to him he’s taking care of. He probably attracts tons of cats.
Pantalone would spoil his kitty rotten. Likely a purebred white cat to lay on his lap for him to pet like a cartoon villain. But cats aren’t always serious and often are foils to their owners. So i think it would be funny if his kitty was more needy and playful than one might expect. It pats at his jewelry or loose hair. It meows rudely when it wants food. Still he keeps the little guy. If anything their defiance of normal cat behavior is amusing and entertaining to a man who hardly leaves his office. Besides, nothing is better than sitting at his desk with a purring kitty laying on his paperwork giving him a much needed break to gently stroke their fur.
Neuvillete in my humble opinion, has a weakness for small and big eyed critters. Especially ones with pure hearts or simple minds. From the adorable and sweet melusines to the mischievous but sweet cats. Its rare he gets to stop and pet a cat but if he does see one on his way to work he will pet it at least once. My personal idea is that his dangling clothes and fabrics would attract a playful and persistent little kitty who would follow him everywhere until they had to be kicked out of the courtroom. But he can’t bare to kick them out so he simply puts them in a room and brings them home later. He knows cats can handle themselves, but he can’t resist the adoring eyes of such a small creature that meows at him for something.
i hope you have been feeling better since you sent this ask, anon!!! thinking about all of the genshin men and the cat dads has me smiling silly... if i may add some more thoughts;
alhaitham tries to take absolutely perfect care of his cat; nutritional meals and scheduled playtimes and such. unfortunately, kaveh is a Spoiler and so the kitty that lives with them becomes an entitled little creature meowing at all hours and desperate and needy for snuggles and love whenever either of the two are around. alhaitham ends up accepting this because how can you say no to that little face!!!
venti attracts cats he is certain because he is allergic; mostly he can manage to hide from them, but there's this one incredibly persistent little orange who seems to have imprinted upon him who can find him no matter where he is . . . and diluc of the angel's share takes great pleasure in allowing it into the tavern to rub along venti's legs and purr and sit beside his dandelion wine on the table.
wriothesley cannot keep an animal because of the conditions of the fortress, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love them. he's more of a dog person than a cat person, but he has a soft spot for older streetwise alley cats with missing eyes and a limp and gives . . . rather a lot of money to animal charities within the court of fontaine.
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A Conversation With Ralph
Jack Grealish
They have a quarrel in the morning before Jack leaves for training. When he comes back, he finds her having a conversation with their dog. [Requested]
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“What do you mean you can’t?”
She folded her arms, leaning on the kitchen counter. The gesture was a sign that she was being serious—Jack had been dating her for long enough to know it. The demanding tone of her voice also said so.
“I can’t. I can’t go to lunch with you and your mum today,” Jack said as he picked a can of drink from the fridge, quickly shutting the door. “I’ve got an interview after training.”
“What interview?”
“An interview with Sky Sports or something.”
“But you said you’re available today, that’s why we chose today to pick my mum up, have lunch, then we’ll go to the hospital to visit my sister and the baby. I’ve even bought the presents you told me to get.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I forgot that I’ve got an interview, I’ve just gotten a reminder from the staff just now. I won’t be able to make it to lunch.”
She was getting really upset, Jack could tell by how tense she was, how her eyes were glaring at him with disappointment. He gently grabbed her by the waist and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. It was out of habit—they would always give each other a kiss before they leave the house—but he also did it with the hope that she wouldn’t get so mad at him.
“If the interview finishes early, I’ll catch you at the hospital, how about that?” Jack persuaded.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re making another promise right now, after you can’t even keep one?” 
Jack couldn’t say that her words were not bothering him. He admitted that it was his fault, but he thought she was making it bigger than it actually was. “What do you want me to do? I can’t just cancel the interview.”
She let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Yeah, whatever.” She walked past Jack, slightly bumping her shoulder on his.
“What? You’re mad now?”
“Can’t you tell?” She abruptly picked up the dirty pan from the stove and the utensils that were scattered on the counter. “This is not the first time this is happening, Jack.”
“Babe, this is work.” Jack’s tone was rising. “You know I can’t really do anything about it.”
She dumped them in the sink and they clattered rather loudly—Jack shrieked. “You could’ve actually re-checked your schedule. Last night we literally talked about what we were going to do today and you said it sounded like a perfect plan.”
“Well, I’m sorry. We could just reschedule it.”
“That’s so easy for you to say,” she said as she turned the faucet on and began to wash the dishes.
Jack’s shoulder slumped—it could’ve been a perfect, peaceful morning. But now she was upset, and he was upset too. It was never a good thing to leave the house being stressed out and without a kiss from her, but today, Jack had to.
The interview took longer than Jack had expected. He’d thought that he could leave right away and go to her hospital to see her sister’s newborn baby, but it turned out that the boss wanted to speak to him about some important matters for the next game, so he stayed.
It was almost dinner time when he arrived home. Her car was on the driveway so he knew that she was already home. During the drive home, all Jack had been able to think about was the quarrel that they’d had this morning. He regretted that it had happened, regretted how he’d handled it; he felt like he could’ve done better, mostly because he realised that the fault was his in the first place.
Jack took the time to stop by the kitchen and down a glass of water to collect and compose himself. He prepared himself to apologise to her and try to make it right—he knew he needed to apologise to his mum and his sister too, they’d surely expected to see him but he ended up not showing up. When he was ready, he went up the stairs to their bedroom with heavy steps. 
But he slowed his steps when he caught her voice from the hallway. It sounded like she was speaking to somebody.
“So what I’m trying to say, yeah, is that I wish Jack could show a bit more of a commitment to my family. He hasn’t been doing that lately,” she said in a quite serious tone. “They understand that he’s always busy and all that but since we’ve been dating for a while now, they actually wanted to see more from him.”
Jack’s heart dropped. She was talking about him. Is she on the phone? With her friend? There was a moment of silence before she started speaking again.
“You know, my parents didn’t approve at first when they knew I’m dating such a high profile person, but since day one I’ve only told them good things about Jack. I got them to see what I see in him until they gave their blessings. Jack has done a lot too to prove that he’s genuinely a good guy, so I don’t want him to lose their trust…”
He suddenly felt like he was intruding. As much as he wanted to know what she was thinking about him, he shouldn’t be hearing any of this.
“Do you think I’m being too pushy? Am I being too hard on him?” She continued. Jack was thinking whether he should just go into the bedroom or go back downstairs. “Ralph? Are you even listening to me? Ralph? Oh– You’re sleeping now? I’m not done talking to you.”
Jack didn’t realise that he’d been holding his breath—he let out a long sigh of relief upon the realisation. Ralph. She was only talking to Ralph, their dog. She loved talking to Ralph and it seemed like he was sharing about her troubled mind to the dog. Jack tiptoed towards the bedroom. The door was ajar and he carefully peeked inside.
She was sitting on the bed. Ralph was lying beside her, his head resting on her thigh, as she gently stroked Ralph's head. The view warmed Jack’s heart.
“I hope that he’ll at least make time to go see my niece. She’s gonna be his niece too…” She said, sounding rather hopeful. She then let out a little giggle. “Well, if he’s serious about being serious... Serious about this relationship, you know?”
“But I’m serious. I’m serious about us,” Jack said. He saw her snapping her head to the door with a horror face—it even startled Ralph, the dog woke up and whined.
“Oh my God, Jack!” She said, holding her chest as she let out a strong sigh of relief. “You’re scaring me! Why didn’t I hear your car?”
Jack stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He shrugged. “Maybe you’re too focused on having a conversation with Ralph.” He tossed his wash bag on the armchair and walked to the bed. He held her chin and slightly lifted it so he could put a kiss on her forehead.
“Hey, I mean it. I’m serious about us,” he repeated. He then sat in front of her.
“How much did you hear?” A tone of worry was noticeable in her voice.
“I heard enough.” Jack took a hold of her hand. “I’m sorry, babe. I know I’ve got to do better. I will.” He said, staring deep into her eyes. “Please, trust me. I love you so much, I always mean it when I say I’m serious about this relationship.”
Jack sounded so genuine. Her heart clenched almost painfully because she knew he was being sincere, his voice and face said it all.
“Work has just been overwhelming and I was stupid for thinking that I could maybe put the other things aside. I should’ve realised how these things mean so much to you,” he continued. “I’m really sorry.”
Jack’s eyes looked tired, his hair was messy, and there was a slight pout on his face. She frowned, actually feeling bad and definitely regretting the quarrel that they’d had this morning—maybe she was being a bit too hard on him.
“I know, Jack. You know I’d be fine if you want to put your work first, or put yourself first… I just need you to communicate it with me, maybe I could even help,” she tried to reason with him. “But sometimes your actions don’t reflect your words and I can’t help but to feel upset and disappointed.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He dropped his gaze and it landed on their linked hands. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll do better.”
A subtle smile grew on her face. She hated how he almost looked like a kid when he was sorry—or maybe she loved it, the differences were thin. And most of the time it was easy to forgive Jack, because she knew that he was actually trying, he just needed a little bit of reminder and a little bit of push sometimes, and it was her role to do that.
“I’m sorry too,” she said as she ran her hand through his hair, before it ended up holding his face. Jack looked at her again. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did this morning.”
Jack nodded again. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. She wasted no time to shuffle closer—moving Ralph in the process—and sat on Jack’s lap. Jack searched for her face and pampered her cheeks with kisses before he pressed his lips into hers. She smiled as they kissed, making Jack do the same.
“I need to call your mum tomorrow, say sorry I couldn’t make it today,” Jack said. His hand was wrapped around her, as the other rested on her thigh—her arms circled around his neck.
She fell silent for a moment. “Do you know what? I haven’t given your present to my sister. If you’re free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow…” She shrugged. “Maybe we could go visit. My mum will be there anyway, we could bring lunch for everyone.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m free tomorrow after training.”
She slightly raised her eyebrows. That was what he’d said last time.
“I really am. I’ve checked.” Jack got a bit defensive as he tried to convince her. It made her chuckle, and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Okay, okay.” She smiled. “Well, I could take you to training, go to my meeting, pick you up, then we go to the hospital.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan. Wait– I said that last night, didn’t I?”
She chuckled again. “Yeah you did.”
“Yeah, but it’s for real this time.”
“Okay.”
Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer for a hug. He buried his face on his shoulder. Tonight could have gone so much worse but he was lucky that she was yet again so understanding. He couldn’t take this for granted and this was a reminder for him.
“So, tell me about the baby,” Jack mumbled as he let her go and searched for her face. Her face lit up immediately at the mention of her new niece. She crawled out from Jack’s lap, but she was quickly replaced by Ralph. Jack gave the dog a cuddle, as she began to gush about the baby.
it's been an awfully long time since the last time i wrote for jack! this one is quite cute and i love it so i hope you'll enjoy it too! reblogs, likes, and comments are always very appreciated<3
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yamirexic · 7 months
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chlorine (ville valo x depressed!reader)
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warnings: triggering themes, fainting, mentions of anorexia, derealization, hospitalization, smoking, overall heavy dark stuff
growling anticipation. is that the thing that makes me linger at that lean boy in the deep blue of the backyard? i wonder if he ever noticed me like I noticed him. i'm no stalker, don't even think of it, he knows me. he invited me to come over but he probably never thought about me looking at the water droplets pooling down his chest. his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead, almost covering his eyes. i just can't keep my eyes off of it. the muscles moving with each stroke, hitting my line of thought like a lightning. i am such a mess, messy hair covering my face, black eye makeup making me look even more dead, violet blue eyebags glistering through my hair. freckes on uneven sickly pale skin, oversized hoodie covering my ugly body, scars on my left wrist, looking oh so faint. the only one who ever noticed them, only one who asked me about them. black new rocks sitting on my feet like metal tied to dog legs to let them drown. he always stayed in his own mind, gliding so carefree through the liquid madness. he probably has noticed. every normal society creature would've talked about this, pointing the staring out, but he never did. maybe he knew that it was admiration and not obsession. he always was 3 steps ahead of everyone else. eyes feeling tired, head spinning like a screw, body falling limp, falling onto the ground. vision turning black, mind falling down like a chandelier on a piano, hands on focus like in a hollywood movie, last thing able to recognize is skin. pale skin, lean muscles stretching out with every move. touch. his skin. chlorine in the air as this lovely disgusting stench that it is. water dripping down from his wet locks like lean out of a sprite bottle. ears stuffed, every sound seeming so blunt. and again. skin. the skin of a vampire. touching me ever so slightly, lifting me off the ground. everything else blurry. nothing. mind fades black
......what is that?.......
.....epiphany....
....is that....
....the end?.......
I come back to my senses, laying on something soft. opening my eyes slowly, getting used to the blunt light passing the curtains, realising I'm laying in a bed, soft pillows under my head. I turn my head a bit and see him. eyes closed, hair mostly dry and shirtless. I just lay there, my system still starting. how can someone look so peaceful but still so done and tired like he just ran a marathon or was done with life. he slept looking into my direction like he would try to keep an eye on me if something were to happen. oh yeah. something happened. my brain started to process what happened in detail, stopping after being picked up from the ground. but...there was something else...something... good. I remember a voice saying "please, wake up, oh shit, how could this happen", being layed down on the bed and... being pecked. on the lips. even though it was just a short touch, I still remember the feeling of the pink-red lips I wanted to feel for so long now, still slighty wet. was that what my brain processed as this amazing moment or as the "epiphany"? I must be imagining that just because my heart pulls the strings. flutter. flutter. the color of venom stinging my eyes. he reveals his eyes, the glowy green piercing through. my brain finally started to work and...oh shit, did he realise that I was staring at his resting corpse, but the only thing I saw in his orbs was... relieve. his arms circleling around my body like snakes, taking me into a careful hug. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, caressing my hair. "I don't know, my head hurts a bit and I'm a little dizzy but other than that I feel fine." he looked into my eyes, faces not far away from each other. he puts one hand on my face, the metal of his rings cold against my sick appearance. "do you remember...anything?" he asked with a hopeful glim in his eyes. "well, I only remember collapsing and you picking me up. the rest is just a blurry mess in my head but I still remember feeling an "epiphany" of some sort. his eyes look somewhat shocked but also...sensual? like a sensual loving look. "do you know what this epiphany felt like?" "it felt somewhat soft but also slightly wet I think. it was a tingling sensation on...my...ehh...lips." "okay interesting", he leaned in more, lips mere inches apart. "did it feel something like this?" he closed the gap and there it was. skin, his touch, vampire skin against dead skin. my hands found there way into his hair. he held me closer and it felt like the minutes of staring at him while he was gliding in the liquid element. so gracefully, so elegant, so...beautiful. the tingle stayed, even after seperating, faces still close together. "yes, but there is also another things that I remember. I think it was the stench of chlorine?" "it wasn't chlorine, it was the stench of cigarettes. I think your mind just tried making something logical for your line of thought but it only was of cigarettes. when I investigated you, you must have caught the smell in your nose." chlorine...chlorine......
..........."can you hear me? oh god, please say something, give me a sign that you're okay."
......where does that voice come from?...........
.....light.....
white light...
white light...
white light.........
.........eyes, light...
ears, voices and beeping...
touch...
touch...
where is the touch.........
my eyes opened to white light blinding me, muffed voices talking like crazy. I turned my head slightly to see I was laying in a bed...in a hospital bed.was this all just in my head? there is no chance this wasn't real, no there is no way! this can't be fake! I felt it, I know it! or...was it? I could cry just thinking about it. I looked around the room when my eyes arranged to the burning lights. the curtains were open, the city dark with the lights of buildings, stores and enterprises shining like a shooting star, giving me a feeling of bliss and safety. there was also an armchair and something or rather someone was sitting in it...him, it's him, sleeping lazily in the armchair, hair a complete mess and makeup completely smudged. he brought me here. he really did. I tried sitting up, gathering all my strength, seeing injected needles with IV. I carefully took them out, knowing this was probably not allowed at all. I stood up from the bed, going into the direction of the armchair. sitting down on the floor, putting a piece of hair behind his ear to see his face a bit better. he looks so tired, so done with everything. oh darling, how it hurts to see him so exhausted. I got carried away and started playing with his hair, looking at his quiet appearance. then suddenly, he started to move a bit, slowly opening his eyes. letting out a yawn before looking at me, a little smile creeping onto his face. he sat up and held his arms out. me getting the sign, sat down onto his lap, hugging him. he crawls his hands around my whole body up to my head, pulling me into his neck like this would be the last hug in our life. he kept me in his arms for quite a while till he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to get my mind in order so in case of being able to do that, I asked him. "what happened? I'm so confused, in one minute I'm in your backyard the next in the hospital." "well you collapsed in the backyard. I hurried to you to see what's going on. you didn't wake up but you still had a good pulse so I just thought maybe you need some rest so I took you upstairs into my bedroom. I accidentally fell asleep as well. you woke up and seemed fine but sometime later, still laying in bed, you fell out of consciousness again so I decided to bring you to the hospital just to be safe." so the things I thought were a dream were actually real. everything was real. "I called one of my friends to pick us up. the doctor already checked on you and said it was mere exhaustion and missing vitamins making you feel weaker. I'll keep an eye on you to be sure that you eat enough and take your vitamins." "thank you" "no problem, I'll always help you out, I'm here for you. come on, lets go home." I nodded and embraced him again. "you can put your arm around my shoulder if it helps you from loosing your balance." I did as he requested, feeling his arm around my waist for more stability. we went to a black car and got inside. the driver - his friend - already knowing what happened, drove us the way home. mind tripping like on acid, feeling dazed in a haze of dizzy vision, leaning onto his shoulder. before anything got processed by my brain, I already drifted off to the world of falling but not dying - at least not always. .........................................................
I felt myself drifting back into consciousness, head heavy like a bowling ball. laying softly on pillows, covered with a blanket. soft and dense breaths next to me, living in imagination and the art of surrealism. and again I can catch myself admiring him. It seems that we slept the whole night through cause the sun is already up...or it's just 5am I don't fucking know. at least I know how to get better and that I'm in a safe environment right now. little curls of dark brown in his face covering his eyes a bit. blank, sleek face, the natural beauty striking through. again, shirless, his tattoo on his abdomen a little visible. I caught myself doubting that this was real again, you can never know but I do have the feeling that everything is just a creation of my consciousness. but in the end, even if it is, for one it's a nice dream. Doing something rude was already in my veins, shaking him a bit till he stirred. "what is it, is everything okay?" he asked quite worried but also kinda too sleepy to care at the same time. "I'm scared that I'm just dreaming this whole stuff, maybe a case of derealization. what exactly happened? in chronical order please." and then again, I heard the same story, almost falling asleep from it or was it just his soothing voice? at least I know that for once I'm really laying in a soft bed, cuddled up with him under blankets. warmth.
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scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to bungo stray dogs during shibuya arc
jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs
masterlist of the series
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╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (shibuya arc), mentions of death, blood and violence, mentions/description of a panic attack, mentions of scarlet witch's powers/abilities, typos and grammar mistakes probably
╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x child! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x child! reader (mostly dazai, chuuya & dad! gojo)
╰➤ WORD COUNT: 7,000+
hello, there! this is probably my longest written request and well biggest crossover yet! i'm really thankful to the anon who requested this, i hope i was able to write it accordingly and yeah, enjoy reading, and please try not to cry like i did ♡
before you read: drastic changes have been made to jujutsu kaisen's shibuya arc for this request. if you've seen multiverse of madness and is wondering how and why scarlet baby fushiguro can travel multiverses, the least i can tell you is that you, the reader, is a special variant of the scarlet witch. it is something that only you can do and well, if that's not a satisfying answer, then just think of it as for plot reasons :P
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this was not how things were supposed to be. gojo assured you that everything would be fine. it was only a jujutsu mission that required every single sorcerer, but that proved to be a big lie.
you were also brought into the scene because, due to a curse user, yuuji had consumed all of sukuna's fingers, and as a result, ryomen sukuna had taken control of him, and knowing how you were the only one capable of taking on the king of curses, you were forced to exorcise your own yuuji-nii, and just when you thought that was the worst, you were wrong.
you are currently running with fear sweeping over you. you made it from the basement of the hikari shinq to the inside of shibuya station. there were people being slaughtered left and right, as well as mutated humans. you could see gojo satoru from a distance, using infinite void to stun the curses he was facing when he noticed you.
"[name]? what are you doi—as the limitless sorcerer was about to approach you, his aquamarine eyes were drawn to something on the ground. when he lifted his gaze, he froze in place, seeing the person standing behind you.
you felt a horrible shiver run down your spine when you turned your head over your shoulders to see why gojo was holding that expression. your heart sank to the floor. a familiar tall, slim man with long black hair dressed in a gold-colored kasaya garment over black yukata robes; his monk attire is completed with white tabu socks and zori sandals.
it was suguru geto, your supposedly dead uncle.
"yo, satoru."
was he really him, or was he not?
he looked just like your uncle geto. he also sounded like him, but how could that be? he was supposed to be dead. your daddy told you so. something wasn't right. you, too, became immobilized. it was suddenly difficult to breathe as you looked up at him. 
"ah, little one. you're here too." the horrible feeling clawing at you worsened when he peered down at you and smiled. "it's been a while, hasn't it?"
just as you struggled to find the right words, all of a sudden, the small box that had been on the ground opened up the moment he uttered "gate open," transforming into a cycloptic curse with flesh spread out and attached to the four sides of the cube. the next thing you knew, it had engulfed gojo in it, rendering him powerless by completely immobilizing him and shutting off all his access to cursed energy.
at that, you screamed, "DADDY! NO!"
you picked up your legs to run towards him, watching him attempt to break free when you were yanked by the arm by your uncle geto.
"ah, ah! where do you think you're going, little one?" geto chuckled softly, his grip on your arm tightening, causing you to panic. his hand was cold. "our little reunion has just begun."
you thrashed in his vicegrip, whimpering in pain and discomfort as your arm began to bruise. "let me go! let me go!"
"let my daughter go!" gojo's aquamarine eyes glared immensely at the your uncle. "don't hurt her."
"i'm not hurting her, i'm just trying to get my niece to stay still." with a sinister smile curving his lips, you found yourself crying in pain as he held your arm even more tightly, causing tears to well in your eyes. you could feel your bones begin to crunch from his raw strength. "isn't that right, little one?"
"you're hurting me!"
you had released a repulsive force of red psionics that made him release your arm and sent him about a meter away from you as you screamed and clutched your now awfully bruised arm. 
"please, run.."
as geto sauntered towards you, you snapped your head to see gojo, tears rolling down his face from the brim of his eyes, lips quivering as he stared at you sadly. 
"wha—he proceeded to cut you off, his voice trickling into a desperate shout. this was the first time you had seen gojo like this too.
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! GO ANYWHERE BUT HERE! RUN, [NAME]! RUN, NOW!"
unable to argue any longer with your dad, you made a dash for it, running as fast as you could before geto could catch you. your heart was racing and before you knew it, tears were now blurring your vision as gojo's desperate screams, telling you not to come back or even dare to look back, grew smaller and quieter. 
as almost every sorcerer you knew and loved had suddenly gone missing as you opted to search for everyone, and by the time you had gotten to where nanami and nobara were as you opted to find everyone, you were too late. you found your uncle nanami and nobara-nee killed by one of the curses; mahito, and that's how you found yourself on the run from him too. 
"[name]-chaaan! don't run from mahito!~"
with fear and dread overwhelming your senses and mahito's echoing voice from behind sending you into a panic, your chaos magic became amplified, and before you knew it, a red mist had enveloped you whole, thus snapping you out of existence in this very world.
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at the top of a slope near yokohama's port, a reddish-brown brick building stood tall. it was another day of work for the detectives in their respective offices that were situated on the fourth floor.
as usual, dazai osamu, the no longer human ability user, was lounging on the couch in the office, unmotivated to do any kind of paperwork while the rest of them busied themselves with reports and such. it was a peaceful afternoon for the young man. he was lying comfortably on the couch with headphones on as he rested his head on a cushion and sang the lyrics of his double suicide song, and that was until an enormous red portal tore through the atmosphere, just right above him.
a small figure had plopped onto his abdomen before the portal had closed up, causing him to let out a grunt of pain from the impact and take off his headphones. flitting his gaze towards the tiny figure, his brown eyes slowly lit up with realization. fushiguro [name], it was you!
"well if there isn't an angel sent from above! [name]-chan! it's so good to see—just as the young man was about to express his joy and welcome you, he paused. dazai's heart stopped and his breath was taken away when he saw you covered in soot and blood.
"[name]?!"
as the detectives came running to see what the commotion dazai was causing, their expressions eventually imitated his as soon as they saw you on dazai's stomach. you weren't just covered in dirt and blood; your clothes were ragged; a purple bruise painted your arm, right where geto had held you; but most of all, tears stained your cheekbones.
"[name]! what happened to you?!"
"who did this to you?!"
"are you okay?!"
"[name]?!"
your heart was still pounding. for some reason, you could hear it so clearly—thump, thump, thump—you could barely feel the hands grasping your shoulder, trying to shake you; dazai's touch, and that's when you realized how numb everything was. you lifted your head, meeting dazai's frantic eyes, along with atsushi's, kunikida's, fukuzawa's, kyouka's, kenji's, ranpo's, yosano's, kirako's and the tanizaki siblings' eyes.
their mouths were moving; they seemed to be calling out your name, but for some reason, you couldn't hear it. their voices were being overpowered by a ringing in your ears, followed by the loud sound of your heartbeat.
you did it. you managed to run away from shibuya so that you even ended up in another universe, particularly dazai's. you were safe and sound—you were supposed to feel safe and sound, and yet, the feeling of dread was still right under your skin, and that's when it dawned on you.
the death of your loved ones and family figures, the sealing of gojo satoru, megumi and the other sorcerers missing in action, and the entirety of shibuya in shambles.
you found yourself looking down, your chest heaving up and down, and the trembling in your hands had spread to your limbs and all the way to your feet. your eyes met the palms of your hand, the overwhelming feeling washing over you worsened. your hands were red.
ah, that's right.
these were the same hands that killed yuuji, the same ones that tried to wake up nobara as soon as you got up to her cold and limp body that was lying right next to the remains of your uncle nanami.
you were alone again.
you lost your dad again.
nobara and yuuji are dead.
the place you call home is no more.
megumi and the other sorcerers are all gone.
unable to comprehend this bitter and painful feeling stabbing you across the chest, you let out a scream, breaking down into a full-blown sob. everything was amplified all over again, and this time, it was much stronger. the repulsive force of the red psionics you involuntarily released was so great and massive that the entirety of yokohoma trembled as it became engulfed by your power. the armed detective agency had to brace themselves from the shockwaves that scattered throughout as dazai held you tightly to his chest.
the ache in your chest felt so bad that you ended up falling straight into dazai, weeping your soul out as you struggled to breathe and attempted to ease the ache and comfort yourself by pressing your trembling and numb hands to your chest.
why did it have to be like this? why would the universe curse you like this? why couldn't you be an exemption? why does the scarlet witch always have to lose the people she loves and cherishes? your thoughts were all over the place. it was drowning you, poisoning you.
"[name]? can you hear me?"
dazai was panicking as he clutched your trembling form in his arms. "follow my breathing, okay? you're going to be okay, please."
comfort had always been something that he didn't know how to give, so he struggled, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do anything. no, he was going to help you with everything he could.
as dazai proceeds to comfort you and guide you the best he can, he can't help but feel incredibly remorseful at the sight of you crying and wailing your heart out like this. nothing seemed to be working. you were unresponsive, too caught up in this grief you're experiencing. you tried to speak, but your words came out as unintelligible noises instead.
fukuzawa, along with the other detectives, turned towards ranpo in desperation. he couldn't stand the sight of you like this either. "ranpo, use your ultra deduction. who did this to [name]?"
ranpo immediately took out his glasses and did as he was told, and he almost wanted to throw his glasses the instant he gazed at you. everyone turned to ranpo to see him with his green eyes fully open, mouth parted in disbelief. how could all of that—how could all of that happen to someone like you? you were just a kid.
"ranpo-san? what is it? what happened to [name]-chan?" atsushi asked in concern.
ranpo's lips trembled as he deduced everything. "her loved ones are either dead or missing. her father told her to run away before he got sealed by her uncle. shibuya, her home, is a complete disaster. it got taken over by those things she told us were curses. a special grade curse was even chasing her before she managed to flee here, in our world."
their gazes, full of sympathy and grief for you, returned to your trembling and sobbing form, which was clinging to dazai for dear life. they wanted to hold you and embrace you after hearing ranpo's further deduction of your situation. this shouldn't be happening to you. no, not you. you remained in dazai's arms as he proceeded to exaggerate his breathing pattern for you to follow as he rubbed your back to soothe you.
"[name], can you hear me?"
you remembered now; why you ended up here in this world. you had thought of dazai while you were being chased by curses and told to flee. you had always thought he and your father were so similar.
"just follow my breathing. listen to my voice."
from their antics to the way they cared for you, even until now, dazai's embrace reminded you of gojo. it was so warm and comforting, but it made you miss your dad even more. you left him back at home. eventually, your sobs trickled into sniffles, and you finally had control over your limbs and breathing again. you were still a bit numb, but you could feel everything again: how sore your legs and feet were from running; the scratches littering your skin from when you tripped; and the bruise on your arm. 
you remained in his embrace and refused to let him go when yosano opted to take you from him to patch you up and dress you in much cleaner clothes, which naomi and kirako got from a nearby store. 
"[name], i need to patch you up. come on, now." yosano reached out for you, but you pressed yourself further into dazai, whimpering.
"you can trust yosano-sensei." dazai ran his fingers through your hair, convincing you. "it's going to be okay. you're going to be okay."
eventually, you gave in and allowed yourself to be picked up by yosano. as she took you with her in the infirmary, dazai found himself stressfully running his fingers through his hair. the way you held onto him made his heart break as you recalled saying he reminded you of your father. in those eyes you held, there was sadness, a seemingly never-ending bitterness, but most of all—emptiness. dazai knew that look all too well. he wasn't a stranger to that.
yosano tried holding a conversation with you in hopes of distracting you as she gave you a bath and treated you, but it was hopeless. you remained silent the entire time. you just couldn't find the energy to speak up. it made you feel bad because yosano was a good person and she was really trying. 
you didn't look any better even after yosano fixed you up, gave you a bath, tended your injuries and dressed you in fresh clean clothes. everything still hurts. you were still grieving. the red in your hands was gone, but you could see it there, and even feel it. scars cannot hide the wound that was once there. it will always be there.
when you returned to the main office, you noticed fukuzawa, kunikida, and ranpo handling calls from the special division about the massive shockwave you had caused earlier. you weren't sure. you didn't understand a word they were saying. for all you knew, they were talking about some kind of disturbance in the air, an unstable energy.
as soon as you saw dazai, sitting on the couch, in deep thought, you immediately ran up to him. his eyes seemed to light up at the sight of you, but he couldn't help but feel sympathy and sorrow once again when you clung onto him. 
"c'mere little belladonna." dazai took hold of you, placing you on his lap before running his fingers through your hair as you rested your head against his chest and held onto his brown coat. "how are you feeling?"
you shook your head, still lacking the energy to answer back. dazai simply nodded in understanding, knowing that comfort was the one thing you needed the most right now. "it's okay, you don't have to say anything. it's all good." he whispered softly, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
"dazai-san! we got the omurice you asked for. we also bought [name]-chan some apple juice." you lifted your gaze to see atsushi, kyouka and junichiro carrying plastic bags containing food and beverages.
dazai peered down at you, smiling at you. "look, [name]-chan! they got you your favorite omurice."
"not.. hungry.." you mumbled, fiddling with your thumbs and fingers.
"[name]-chan, please you need to eat. you need the energy." atsushi gently pressed on as he, kyouka and junichiro began to unbox the take-out they got you along with the box of apple juice. "okay? a little will do."
you were too drained to argue or even throw a tantrum at all. you obliged, but they all had to spoonfeed you every bite while encouraging you and praising you for doing so well. eventually, you managed to eat half of the omurice and sip some of the apple juice with their help until your belly was somewhat filled. you still felt empty, but at least it was a bit better. 
at this point, you just want to close your eyes and maybe hope that all of this was just a nightmare, and that you'll wake up in your bed where gojo greets you good morning. you leaned against dazai once again after eating, feeling your eyes beginning to droop. this prompted him to rub circles on your back before tucking you inside his brown coat for more warmth and comfort.
"going to sleep?" dazai asked, which you nodded your head in response. "go ahead. dazai-nii will be right here. all of us are here."
you closed your eyes, silently enjoying the warmth and comfort your clean and new clothes gave you, together with the peaceful atmosphere of the armed detective agency office, when suddenly it came crashing down. an immense yet familiar energy emerged in the atmosphere, causing you to bolt from dazai's lap.
"[name]-chan? what's wrong?" dazai stared at you with wide eyes. "[name]?"
"everyone in the conference room, now!" fukuzawa's boomed in the atmosphere.
dazai took you with him as he ran towards the conference room together with atsushi and the other detectives, and right there on the screen in the middle of the room was your worst nightmare. you found yourself hyperventilating again as your eyes stared at the man being projected. suguru geto had followed you through the portal, and he wasn't alone. with him were curses. special and high-leveled curses. this is not possible. no, no, no.
"who's that?! what are those things?" atsushi paled at the sight of monstrous creatures that were beginning to flood and raise hell in yokohama.
"cursed spirits." you muttered, lips quivering, causing everyone to stare at you, surprised.
"but how can we see them? didn't you tell us cursed spirits cannot be seen by non-sorcerers like us?" kunikida inquired, furrowing his brows.
"i.. i don't.. this can't be.." tears began to well in your eyes again. with your emotions amplifying your powers, your [color] eyes had turned into a glowing red color.
"it's because of [name]-chan's ability, or chaos magic." ranpo deduced, pushing his glasses further to the bridge of his nose as he projected a live analysis being presented by the special division for unusual powers. "there's a strong yet unstable energy lingering in the air, surrounding yokohama. the energy in the atmosphere happened at the same time she caused a tremor throughout the city. her unstable powers are allowing us to see those cursed spirits out there."
"we don't have much time. we need everyone on the field now. the special division is already contacting all gifteds across yokohama to protect the city, port mafia included." fukuzawa informed his detectives.
"i-it's all my fault.. i didn't mean to.. h-he's after me." you were trembling once again, your stomach churning and your chest heaving up and down rapidly once again as you panicked, breaking down into another sob. "h-he's going to turn yokohama into shibuya.. he's going to destroy this world too and it's my fault!"
"[name]-chan, listen to me. we're not going to let that happen. we're going to protect you." your heart skipped a beat as you lifted your tearful gaze towards the president of the armed detective agency. "it's not your fault. you didn't know."
as the detectives scattered and prepared, your precognition abilities acted up. on instinct, you immediately pushed yourself away from dazai's arms, leaping down, and brought your hands out, allowing red psionics to emerge from your fingertips and surround every single detective in the building together with you as a massive cursed spirit plummeted right where you and everyone were. the collision of your red force field and the cursed spirit that took the form of a dragon resulted in smoke and debris. it was as if a bomb had detonated the entire floor. 
"everyone! [name]-chan!" you heard atsushi cry out in concern.
as the smoke cleared out, you waved your hand and placed everyone, including yourself, down on the much safer ground of the floor, and right there before you, was no other than your uncle himself, standing in all his glory. as you watched him flash you that same sinister and almost mocking smile once again, he sauntered towards you with open arms. 
"[name]-chan! it's so good to see you again. uncle geto missed you." he chuckled softly before eyeing dazai, atsushi, kunikida, ranpo, kyouka, yosano, junichiro, kenji, fukuzawa, and even naomi and kirako respectively, who stood in front of you protectively. "oh my, you're replacing your old family already with these people?"
"why are you here?" you mustered out, doing everything you can to hold yourself together.
"why am i here? silly girl, it was your powers that led us here. you left us a portal to go through and i couldn't miss the opportunity." geto answered in response, grinning at the priceless reaction your face held.
with that, cursed spirits came about and as they lunged towards you and everyone, they phased through all of you, leaving him stunned to see each and every single one of you and the detectives dissipate into green snow except for junichiro. 
"an illusion?"
it was like witnessing your ability all over again. he couldn't feel any cursed energy from the boy, and yet, he was capable of doing such a thing.
"we're not letting you hurt [name] again." junichiro hardened his gaze in a glare.
"tch, what a troublesome thing you are." geto scoffed bitterly.
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you looked past dazai's shoulder in a worry as he and everyone made a run for it together with you as soon as junichiro activated his light snow ability, but what made you even more worried was the fact that yokohama was in shambles, similarly to how shibuya was.
cursed spirits were everywhere. people were panicking. the city was being reduced into nothing but debris from all of this chaos. the armed detective agency had split up in order to assist people and fend off curses that were trying to get you as dazai continued to carry you in his arms. however, it was hopeless. the armed detective agency members might be gifted individuals just like you, but the power they hold isn't as strong as yours. they can only see and temporarily immobilize the cursed spirits with their abilities and weapons, but they cannot exorcise them just like how you can.
"dazai-nii! behind us!"
you paled watching as a special grade curse catch up to you and dazai, and before the two of you could react further, you were left in awe to see it get impaled by a large debris that was glowing in a red color that was similar to yours. dazai came into a halt, protectively holding you, as you two found a familiar orange-haired young man with his suit and hat.
"chuuya-nii!" you cried out, a wash of relief to see a familiar face calmed your nerves a bit.
"[name]! dazai! are you two okay?" chuuya ran towards you and dazai. "port mafia received word of the situation from the special division and armed detective agency. even the tremor from earlier made it to the port mafia base."
just as dazai and chuuya reunited to talk about the situation further, the cursed spirit that chuuya impaled had managed to get back up and attacked at blinding speed, sending the three of you flinging to an abandoned store. as you opened your eyes to see dazai looming over you protectively as debris fell.
drip.. drip..
red was dripping from the corner of his parted lips and from his stomach.
"dazai-nii.."
you felt tears roll down your cheeks once again. a chunk of glass had stabbed him from the impact of the cursed spirit's assault. you turned your head to see chuuya and to your surprise, he too, was just as banged up and bleeding like dazai, as he got caught under the debris next to you and was whimpering in pain.
"chuuya-nii.." your eyes widened at the marks inking his skin along with dazai's. his upon the tainted sorrow ability should have kicked in, but the cursed spirit had cursed him along with dazai; a curse wasn't an ability.
"i can fix this. please, don't leave me. you and chuuya-nii are going to be okay." you immediately put your red psionics into play, using every bit of your power to get dazai and chuuya to safety from the debris, undoing the curse that had been giving chuuya and dazai excruciating pain. "please. please don't leave me. please."
"[name]-chan, it's okay. we're okay." dazai winced in discomfort, but he was doing his best to comfort you.
"no, it's not okay! you and chuuya-nii are hurt because of me." you trickled into a sob. "i can't let this world turn into shibuya. i can't!"
you were tending to their wounds and undoing the curse as you placed them in a corner with the same chaos magic you once used on atsushi when he was injured when you stiffened at the familiar voice, thus interrupting you.
"don't you have any pity for these people at all, little one?" shifting your gaze from chuuya, you found geto, a distance away, and trembled. he caught up to you that fast. 
"using them as shields?" geto persisted, laughing malevolently at your expression.
"i'm not using them. i would never!" you retorted back, subconsciously extending your hand towards him to flick a blast of red towards his way, which he avoided. "stay back! stay away from dazai-nii and chuuya-nii!"
"or else what? you're going to hurt me? your uncle geto?" you watched a frown deepen on his face. "didn't you promise you will only use your powers for good? not for hurting people?"
your poor excuse of an uncle was twisting his words. geto was manipulating you, and it clearly had an effect on you. the red psionics that had been patching dazai and chuuya up at a molecular level had dissipated along with the glow that was emerging from your fingertips. 
you froze in place as you stared at him, slowly succumbing to his words. "i.. i'm not hurting anyone.. i didn't.. i would never.."
"look around. isn't this your fault?"
you were fumbling over your own words as you stepped back from him as he continued to saunter towards you when dazai spoke up, "if you really were [name]-chan's uncle you wouldn't be doing any of this."
"what do you know?" geto scoffed at him.
"you were the one that bruised her, the one who hurt her and the people she cherished as her family and loved ones." dazai countered, glaring.
"you don't know anything, monkey! shut up!"
at the cursed spirit manipulator's command, the cursed spirit lunged towards dazai only for it to disintegrate inches from his face when you attacked with your red psionics. dazai and chuuya watched, almost in awe, as you stood in front of them to protect them.
"pathetic. you're wasting a blessing."
with that, geto himself lunged towards you. your eyes widened as a worm-cursed spirit appeared on his shoulder, and the next thing you knew, he pulled out a familiar red three-sectioned staff. it was the same one your maki-nee uses. before he could hit you with it, you extended your other hand, deflecting it with your red psionics right on cue. 
geto proceeded to summon more and more cursed spirits, and you, on the other hand, stood your ground. you were holding off on your own, but you were hesitant. your eyes and body language tell them so. you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him, even if he had destroyed and taken so much from you already.
he was still your uncle geto, right?
you ended up toppling and stumbling, constantly getting flung back with your defenses weakened, until eventually you had fallen on your own bum, losing your footing when geto swung a playful cloud at you.
"[name]-chan, hang in there. you're the only one who can stop him!" chuuya shouted at you.
you shook your head, tears trickling down your face once again as you shakily got up. "i can't do it.. i can't hurt uncle geto.."
"he's not your uncle geto. listen to me, [name]-chan. if he really was your uncle, he wouldn't be doing any of this." dazai persisted, "your uncle wouldn't hurt his own niece. he wouldn't destroy the place he calls home. he wouldn't hurt anyone. would your uncle really do any of that?"
"ha.. haha.."
when the person you referred to as your uncle pulled the thread that was sown over his forehead and opened up the top portion of his head to reveal a brain inside that seemed to be inhabiting the very body of geto, you lifted your head, your eyes widening. the sight of it was enough to make your knees buckle and your stomach churn horribly out of disgust. dazai and chuuya, too, held a visibly revolting look.
then, it hit you.
this man wasn't geto suguru.
whatever that thing was, he was merely using your uncle's face, like a goddamn parasite to a host, deceiving everyone by acting just like him. framing him. as you watched the cursed spirits surrounding you creep closer and closer as he sauntered towards you, his manic laughter rang in your ears. too close, you thought. those things were getting too close. it overwhelmed you once again, as if the realization you were having on the spot wasn't enough.
he killed your loved ones and family figures. he turned your home into a wreck, and he was going to pay for that.
with an anguished, earsplitting scream escaping your lips, everything turned red as your knees buckled to the floor. your powers seized every single cursed spirit, including the special grades that have made it here, exorcising them all in a snap.
dazai and chuuya, along with the other gifted who made it into the area, were left stunned to see their surroundings get engulfed in a crimson red color mixed with black streaks. everything trembles even more violently than before. they might not be jujutsu sorcerers at all, but they can feel your power burning. it was on another whole level compared to what they had witnessed before. even the imposter before you was astonished. this was the pure potency of your chaos magic.
after taking deep breaths, you pushed yourself back up. your [color] eyes had become a menacingly red glowing color. you lifted your gaze towards the imposter.
"you.. took everything.. from me.." you gritted your teeth and enunciated your words with a lace of venom. you were seething with anger. you were seeing nothing but red. just red, all over again, but this time the feeling wasn't grieving. it was rage. you wanted revenge.
not giving a chance for the pseudo-geto to react, you stomped towards him, throwing red blasts of psionics that were abnormally larger, one after another. all of the cursed spirits he sent to block each and every single one of your attacks instantly disintegrated under your power.
so instead, he countered with the three-sectioned staff, but you picked up a large piece of debris on the ground, much larger than the one chuuya picked up and used earlier to protect you and dazai, and flicked it towards him. 
"dazai-san! all of the people have been escorted. we saw the cursed spirits retreat here." atsushi, kyouka and akutagawa, along with other gifteds from the agency and mafia, rushed into the scene, running up to dazai, who was supporting chuuya by the arm and back, when he saw you, going head to head against the man you supposedly call your uncle.
"is that.. [name]-chan?" kyouka was in disbelief.
you weren't given a chance to mourn the lives you had lost. you didn't even get to say goodbye to gojo when you ran away. so what makes this imposter think he can get away with it? you weren't going to give him a chance to breathe. no, not with you around. geto swung the playful cloud at you, but you resisted him with your red psionics.
the tables turned right that instant.
a sinister smile crept on your face as his face contorted into a pure look of fear. you promptly broke the three-sectioned staff, breaking it into pieces before sending him flying the same way he sent you, dazai and chuuya flinging back earlier.
none of them had ever seen you like this before. you were always smiling and laughing at them, yet now you were consumed with rage and something atrocious, but this state you were in right now was the manifestation of your grief. this fight they were witnessing right now was incredibly personal.
this was the scarlet witch right now.
you promptly lifted your hand upwards, strangling the imposter by the neck with your red psionics until it had engulfed him whole, squeezing him to death as if the damage you dealt him wasn't painful enough—it was enough, but not to you.
it was just a straight up massacre. every cursed spirit he sent your way was useless. clenching and bringing your red-glowing hands down with force, you threw him back to the ground, causing a huge crater before consecutively throwing in another set of large blasts of your magic. the crunching of bones and screams of agony filled the air, but that didn't stop you. you had no plans of stopping in the first place, even if he had already taken his last breath minutes ago.
"this is for my daddy. my uncle nanami. yuuji-nii. nobara-nee. gumi-nii." you screamed, repeatedly attacking, and now levitating in mid-air. "for my family. for my home. for coming here. for hurting dazai-nii and chuya-nii, and everyone! for using uncle geto!"
dazai knew that look across your face.
"[name]-chan!"
you were going too far. dazai can't let you become like that, but his words seemed to merely pass from one ear to the other.
"[name]-chan, please!"
"dazai-san! stop! you're going to get hurt!" akutagawa shouted together with atsushi, trying to reason with him. "[name]'s abilities are unstable!"
but, dazai persisted on. for some reason, as soon as he got to you, he engulfed you in his arms from behind, activating his no longer human ability, but for some reason, it didn't work. for the first time, he couldn't nullify an ability, your powers to be exact. dazai's eyes widened. of course, it was chaos magic. a power capable of bending laws and rules. not even his nullifying abilities was an exemption to that.
as you continued to rain terror on the lifeless corpse of the imposter, a hand managed to take hold of your wrist, halting you from continuing your actions by holding you in place with gravity.
you snapped your head, but your eyes softened to see chuuya, who was very much well.
"that's enough," chuuya whispered softly to you with pleading eyes, "it's over, you can stop now."
you shifted your gaze. chuuya was right. it was really over. you killed him, the one behind it all, but your mind and heart still weren't at peace.
your composure returned to you, you went limp in dazai's arms. dazai proceeded to hold you, rubbing your arm to soothe you. it reminded him of whenever he had to nullify corruption chuuya's corruption when chuuya stopped you from doing anymore damage.
"i did it.." you began, tears beginning to fill the brim of your eyes once again. "but what now? i don't have anywhere else to go.. i'm alone.."
"[name]-chan, no. you're not alone. don't say that," dazai turned you around to face him, pulling you close to his embrace as he began to cradle you.
chuuya ran his fingers through your hair, watching your shoulders shook as your chest began to heave. "hey, it's going to be okay."
"no, i want my daddy!" you let the dam broke and sobbed, "i want him back! i didn't even get to say goodbye to him when he told to me to run away!"
your rampant emotions, together with your immense and still unstable chaos magic, wafted in the atmosphere, engulfing this very reality. you had subconsciously begun to warp it, allowing it to collide against your world unbeknownst to you.
you continued to cry out your sorrows, bitter tears pricking your eyes. none of their attempts to comfort you worked. It didn't feel as if it was over. you had no home to go back to. you have gotten your revenge. you saved this city, this world, but it still didn't help with this feeling. not until a bright red light emanated from right where your heart was.
everyone huddled together as dazai and chuuya held you protectively in their embrace on instinct as your outburst power came together, bringing a small object adorned by eyes into existence. the gifteds watched with wide eyes as the tiny box that had appeared and floated in mid-air began to crack loudly, and crack, before bursting open to reveal a tall, lean man dressed in a dark blue zip-up jacket, pants, and dress boots. 
dazai found himself blinking as he watched the man who was sitting on the ground immediately stumble back onto his feet, bringing his blindfold to his neck to oversee his surroundings with his aquamarine eyes with caution, and that's what it dawned on him. those white locks of hair and eyes, that blindfold too.
dazai couldn't mistake him for anyone else.
"you're gojo satoru. you're [name]-chan's father." dazai declared, causing the man to stare at him.
your gaze lifted from dazai's neck, your puffy red eyes met his aquamarine eyes. your eyes widened, "d-daddy?"
"[name]? [name]!" gojo cried out to you.
dazai immediately set you down on your feet, allowing you to run towards gojo, who engulfed you in his arms, holding you so tightly and close to him. was here. he was really real. everything was. all you could do was feel his embrace again and hear his voice. it was him. 
"daddy!" you felt another fresh set of tears stream down your face. "it's you! really you!"
gojo breathed heavily, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes just like you as he kissed your forehead. "kikufuku, hey. it's okay. i'm here, baby, i'm here now. right here now with you."
gojo really thought he was never going to see you again. he remembered pseudo-geto going after you the moment the prison realm had sealed him off. right now, he was relieved; more than glad to still have you; to see you breathing; alive and well. 
"please, don't leave me again." you sobs trickled into tears. "i can't lose you. everyone's gone."
"you're not losing me. not again. ever again," gojo shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he drew away to press his forehead against yours.
everyone smiled as they gazed at the heartwarming reunion of the father and child before them. people like atsushi and even chuuya couldn't help but tear up. your chaos magic had dissipated completely with your heart and mind at ease, relieving yokohama of the immense and weighty pressure of your power. the unstable energy was gone.
you pulled yourself away from gojo this time and took hold of his hand, smiling as you dragged him up to his feet, bringing him to dazai. gojo's seeing him made him realize that this wasn't shibuya. this wasn't his and your world. 
"you.." gojo began, blinking at the tall young man. "you must be dazai. the one that [name] calls dazai-nii."
a smile, or rather a proud grin, graced dazai's lips at your father's words. "that i am. it's a pleasure to meet you, gojo satoru."
he then proceeded to extend a hand out towards him for a handshake. "[name]-chan told me so much about you, especially how much alike we are."
"thank you for looking after [name]." gojo took hold of his hand, shaking it in acceptance and gratitude before smiling. "she told me that too."
as dazai and gojo conversed, you ran up to chuuya, who was cursed by the spirit earlier, and used your chaos magic to completely remove it. as soon as you did, you were whisked into his arms from the floor and held in a tight embrace.
"chuuya-nii." you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he gently cradled you. "you're okay!"
"of course i am." chuuya tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
"the peace of the city returned because of you."
you stared at each and every person in the area, from the armed detective agency to port mafia, smiling at you softly before smiling at them in return.
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bonus scene:
many lives were lost that day. none of the people in japan, back at your world, could explain the supernatural tragedy that occured that day, and eventually, everyone has learned the existence of sorcerers and cursed spirits. however, they never knew what sacrifice you and every sorcerer had made for them.
you and gojo returned, in hopes of finding sorcerers that were still alive, but the only one you two had managed to find was megumi. everyone else had been completely wiped out. he was badly injured when you two found him after he went missing when gojo got sealed and you ran away. you three were more than happy and relieved to still have each other, but something about this world you call home, doesn't feel like a home anymore.
everything that has happened here feels nothing more than a reminder of a tragedy.
"kikufuku!"
you turned around to see gojo and megumi, standing from a distance, dressed in their casual clothes, waving and beckoning you. 
with a smile, you placed the daisy, which you had picked up along the way, on the makeshift gravestone and paid your last respects along with the other gravestones lined up with it, before turning your heel and running up to gojo and megumi, wrapping your tiny arms around their legs.
the three of you were at the cemetery, or at least, what was left of the jujutsu tech school. 
"let's go home, yeah?" gojo placed a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair affectionately as megumi took hold of your hand ever so gently.
"sorry! we can go now!" you apologized.
"it's alright." megumi said in reassurance.
you nodded your head, and with a wave your hand, back and forth, a red portal had opened up before the three of you.
weeks had passed since the shibuya and yokohama incidents in their respective worlds. with everyone learning and going after sorcerers who they painted as the villains for causing the mass destruction that occurred that day, you three had been on the run since then, and well, it didn't take long for you three to decide to start all over again by running away and leaving everything behind.
it wasn't an easy decision, but what else was there to do in this world?
you had already warped it, rewritten it, the moment you had made it collide with the world of gifteds, with the intention of fixing and saving what you could. no curse will ever lay a hand on humanity here ever again. you gave this world the best happy ending you could, and now it was your, gojo's, and megumi's turn.
"let's hurry! dazai-nii and everyone are waiting for us!
a happy ending, a new beginning.
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Been reading a lot of sci-fi lately and I thought up a sci fi au! Details under cut :D
A bunch of hermits on a ship chillin’ and delivering merchandise! No reasoning to which hermits are in this au, I just picked ones I though would vibe together.
Originally Ren’s ship - the GigaCraft - it’s now home to Ren and a bunch of his friends/crew mates.
Ren- the Captain! They’re a pretty close-knit group, so not much captaining necessary, but he’s the most dramatic and it’s *technically* his ship, soooo
He wears sunglasses because he thinks they’re “retro”
He’s a (technically illegal) dog hybrid who escaped the lab he was raised in as a kid. He’s been a “cool space explorer” for a few decades by this point, but his backstory isn’t quite irrelevant yet…
False- the tactical and security officer! She’s human and False is a nickname (no one knows her real name though). She’s in charge of weapons, and while she’d like you to think her goggles do something, she actually just thinks they’re neat.
Doc- Doc’s from a planet of highly evolved herbivores (same planet as Zed) and he’s a goat species. He’s technically the doctor, but he can do just about anything scienc-y. He’s green because of a science experiment gone wrong, but it’s (probably) temporary. No one’s sure what happened to his eye, and if he lost it in an experiment or it was a purposeful upgrade, and he refuses to tell anyone. He’s not a big fan of wearing shirts.
Scar- the helmsman/pilot of the ship! He’s a vex and old friends with Cub. My interpretation of Vexes for this au is that their wings are mostly vestigial and non-corporeal, except when they’re emotional or in danger. Their skin and hair is normally varying shades of light blue, but when they get emotional veins of red shoot through their skin.
Zed- he’s from the same planet as Doc, except he’s a sheep hybrid. He’s the mad scientist- ahem, engineer - of the ship.
Cub- the science specialist. An old friend of Scar’s, also a Vex.
Joe Hills- he’s human. Probably. No one’s actually sure. He does basically anything that needs to be done around the ship. Though there are vision correction procedures in this au, Joe prefers wearing glasses as they seem more “authentic”
Cleo- she’s a “zombie”, basically a species with grayish green skin and dark grey vein-like streaks. Her hair isn’t really “hair”, it’s more like tube-like tentacles. They’re a sculptor that hitched a ride on the GigaCraft to visit Bdubs and Etho (designs pending). An old friend of Ren and Joe, she helps around the ship on the journey and her joining the population of the ship is where the story starts in my mind.
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thatgirl4815 · 6 months
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Just piggybacking onto an earlier Ask pointing out how Ray doesn't react when Top holds Mew's hands - I actually found that whole sequence starting from the coke-snorting quite upsetting precisely because of how passive Ray seemed throughout. Admittedly I'm still very angry at Mew so it might be clouding my judgement(!), but first we see Mew's lacklustre response when Ray thanks him for picking him, his almost scoff when Ray tells him he loves him, then we get the avoided kiss and him leading Ray out by the hand, and then the Top confrontation where it felt like Ray had been totally reduced to an accessory - he's virtually silent throughout, his face is mostly pretty blank, and he doesn't even really react when Mew throws his drink in Top's face, and definitely doesn't look like he's enjoying the encounter, at least until Mew kisses him. Mew might have been the one in the collar but in that scene it's Ray that reminded me of a dog, and it just made me super sad. It's yet another reason they shouldn't be a couple - Ray's sense of self is entirely subsumed by Mew when they're together because of the imbalance in their relationship aka Ray's idolisation (which in itself obviously isn't Mew's fault - it's when he takes advantage of it that I get mad). We see it even before they "get together" - in almost all their 1:1 scenes, Ray immediately deflects any attention back onto Mew. The only time we really see him express his own agency is unfortunately/disastrously a) the bathtub scene, b) when he kisses him while he's sleeping, and c) his ep 6 meltdown (I'm not counting the end of ep 7 convo cos I 100% believe Ray wouldn't have brought anything up if Mew hadn't led the convo in that direction). Anyway, don't really have a point much beyond expressing how, given what happened beforehand, Ray still just makes me ache with pity and sadness, even after he turns on Sand.
“Mew might have been the one in the collar but in that scene it's Ray that reminded me of a dog”
^Yes, that is a perfect way to describe it!! I think all the context before Ray’s fight with Sand is what makes that scene hit so much different than it does in the Ep8 preview. That might also be why we see Ray fade to the background so much during the encounter between Top and Mew. Ray’s realizing that he’s only a pawn in Mew’s revenge plot.
You’re right—Ray’s agency with Mew is extremely limited. The interesting thing is that Ray has kind of imposed these limitations onto himself by putting Mew on such a pedestal. I think there’s a part of him that is utterly terrified that he will do something wrong and lose Mew. But I suspect there’s another part of him that wants better from Mew; I wouldn’t be surprised if he denies those thoughts though, because he thinks he has no right to them. He has Mew, and that’s already more than he deserves (obviously that’s not true, but I could see that being Ray’s thought process during the scene with Top).
Really, the ways Ray interacts with Mew are so painfully indicative of how much he craves someone to care about him. He’s decided that Mew is that person, so he will do all he can to make it so, even if the reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. Of course it will take a lot for him to finally admit it won’t work out, simply because he’s spent so long wanting it.
Ahh, tbh the psychological insights are the only compelling aspect of the RayMew dynamic for me, haha. Poor Ray.
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forgetmenots0250 · 2 years
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Hello so I was thinking could you do plantonic Male reader little brother x Vance hopper and just how they met and other stuff you did in the big brother one. Btw I love your account!!
Platonic little brother reader x Vance hopper HCs
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“Why the HELL did you kick him in the nuts? Do you not have any sense!?”
“You didn’t hear what he said!”
“WHAT did he say!?”
“What are you gonna do? Kick me in the nuts?”
“… okay now that is just FUCKING asking for it!”
“I know right!?”
That was your first encounter with Vance, you had kicked one of those kids who hang around him in the nuts
You were very much younger than the boy who you kicked and Vance so you had some respect in his book
The kid was bullying you for having long hair that went past your shoulders and the bear plush you still carried 
So you fucked him up with pure crackhead determination 
Vance clapped and got you a soda, it was an amazing fight
You hung around Vance seeing how he was a super tough guy and you had a bodyguard technically 
After some time of getting to know him, you found yourself going out of your way to say hi and give him stuff like cool rocks or quarters you took off some guy you kicked in the shins 
You watch Vance play pinball almost every day
Vance gave you money to buy you two a drink
You invite Vance for hangouts but they're mostly just listening to music in a little cafe 
Vances calls you by nicknames like “Kid, squirt, shortie, and shortstack”
Vance helps you with homework since it’s basic and he can help out
Vance picks you up by the scruff and just carries you off to god knows where 
You have scary dog privileges
You’re a little gremlin
You steal shit from people and you saved up to bring Vance to a skating rink and Vance after brought you to a big arcade to pay you back
Sleepovers are a must for friendship
Your parents were a bit wary but still welcomed Vance with open arms
“Mi casa es tú casa”
“The fuck does that mean kid?”
“My house is your house”
Vance has a key to your house 
When Vance sleepsover you share your bed but you two don’t fit so you just starfish style on Vance who is only slightly annoyed and lets it slide
You play with Vance’s hair a lot and braid it and do whatever the hell you want with it
You grew out your hair to match Vance and he styles it and stuff
You get a turn on the pinball machine
Once you won his high score he bought you a soda
You cheer for him in his fights 
In grab n go some guy bumped into harshly and messed up your score and made you fall to the floor
Vance was mad and punched the guy but then he pulled out a knife but then Vance got a hold of it and wrote the score you got as a reminder
You thought he went to far and dragged him out before the cops came because you notice the cashier reach for the phone
“We need to leave!” pulling him by his arm and pulling him off the guy, he took the knife
“Why the HELL do we need to leave you need to finish shortstack, besides this guy needs to learn his lesson-”
“Do you WANT to get arrested!?” he then heard faint police sirens and qucikly stood up
“Okay fine let’s get the fuck out of here kid” he picked you up by the scruff and ran out of the store before dipping into someones backyard (he also stole some snacks as he got you and him out of there)
“Do you even know whose backyard we’re in?” Vance shrugged his shoulders as he put you down to your feet
“Nope not a clue now let’s keep moving or do you want to get caught” he started going over the fence you guys were in and moved to the next backyard
“Wait for me!” you followed behind him as he continued
The police sirens eventually faded out and Vance to you to some woods for the time being
“Welcome to my favorite spot” it was a short abandoned viaduct that had loud rushing water bellow, Vance sat down as his legs dangled off the edge
“What scared you’ll fall?” Vance said it in a very amused tone that irritated you
“No, I was just wondering how much it would take to push you off into the water. That’s all” you said that with a smug look as you sat next to him
“Well then I bet I could push you into the water right here in now without a sweat” 
“You probably could.” you pouted at the thought
“But I won’t I’m not that much of a jerk to push you into a river that your short legs couldn’t even reach the bottom of” his smile said it all and you were mad
“You’re an ass Vance.”
“Ha! That’s precious coming from you”
You two sat at the bridge for hours snaking on the snacks Vance brought (stole) and laughing until you cried 
It was a nice and you noticed it was night so he dropped you off at home and you two parted ways 
The next day you begged him to take you to “The spot” again but that was a sacred place for him, it was only for special occasions like running from the police
“Why!?”
“Becuase I don’t want people finding out where I hide, so you don’t go there unless I go there got it?”
“Fiiiiiine”
“Good, now let’s get some snacks”
“We’re not going to grab n go.”
“WHY!?”
“You know exactly why!”
“UGH fine.”
“Good, let’s go to the one near the movies”
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cryptidghostgirl · 6 days
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The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We (Chuuya x Reader) (slight Dazai x Reader)
Pairing: Chuuya x Reader//Dazai x Reader
Description: Y/n left the Mafia, along with Chuuya, behind. She made her choice and it was most definitely her choice. There is no escaping the consequences.
Next Part: Coming Soon
Warnings: Angst, drinking your feelings, Port Mafia cannon stuff. You guys know the drill. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.
Word Count: 2,103
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A/N AHHHHH! I am actually so excited to start posting some of my other work here. I wrote this little fic back in november (ish?? I think??) and it is what I have decided to start with in my reposting of wattpad stuff here because it is short and sad and under-appreciated on wattpad. Enjoy!
Chapter One: bug like an angel
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Y/n sat alone at her favorite bar, turning her mostly empty glass of liquor slowly in her hand and watching the reflections of the dim lights in it. To anyone else, it would appear she was waiting for someone and maybe, somewhere behind those cold eyes, she was. After all, this is where they'd always come to be together, the three of them. Anniversaries were supposed to be a happy thing but in this moment, she couldn't feel anything but emptiness and loss.
"You dug your grave and now you must lie in it silly girl. Made promises you broke, so they broke you right back. Amateur. What else did you think was gonna happen?" she scoffed quietly beneath her breath before downing the rest of her drink.
With sudden assertion, she set the glass down on the bar and stood. Having already paid her tab, she gracefully put her coat on and, with a blasé wave of thanks thrown over her shoulder to the barkeep, took herself out into the cool night.
—— Did I make him a promise I couldn't keep? or am I going to be a man and do something about it?
Dazai looked around the room that had been his home for almost as long as he could remember. There were memories woven into the very fibers of the deep red carpet and the grains of the wood floor. This had been his childhood, his whole life, the only one he'd ever really known.
 Looking around, a myriad of minute details caught his eye. It was as if some part of him had already made the choice he was mulling over in his grief muddled mind and was trying to memorize it all, trying to take in every inch of it before he couldn't anymore. 
Look there, it said, that bottle of wine is empty because you shared it with Chuuya just last week. And there, that's the rose Y/n gave you randomly one day that you hung up on your wall till it dried. Somewhere in one of those drawers is a scalpel, in the back of that closet, there's a loose board that hides a scrap of Akutagawa's old coat you two found him in. There is a bit of your first coat there too, and Chuuya's from when you found him. And Y/n's she left here of course. Look here... see there... notice this... this plaguing infestation... this gap... this raw, bloodstained history you call a life.
He sighed again, turning his eyes away and running a hand through his already messy hair.
"I am so tired of this." he mumbled aloud, knowing no one was there to hear it.
Taking a step over to the dark wood dresser, he picked up a slip of paper worn with age. The pencil marks on it were blurred from the oil on his fingers, having read it again and again in the past year.
Thoughts continued to swirl around his head as he looked down at the blood soaking his frame.
"But what would I do with all this rage if I were to? Would it have a place to go?"
Dazai found his thoughts drifting to a time a few years ago. The three of them had snuck out into the night and found a bar, a little safe haven in all their madness. Y/n, mediator as she was, had smoothed out any disagreement, any anger spawned from snide remarks. Her exhileration at being out in the air that sharp January night had been all they needed. He had fed on that infectious joy of hers, a spot of light in the darkness that consumed them all and somehow, never went out. Not once in the six years Dazai had known her had he ever seen it even falter.
After dropping the drunken Chuuya safely back at his door, he had walked with her to her own room. They were less than sober themselves and Dazai couldn't help but laugh at his companion as she skipped down the hall, humming softly.
"What is it? Do I look weird?" Y/n asked, suddenly rather self conscious as she heard Dazai laugh behind her.
"Not at all." he smiled, catching up to where she had stopped in the hall, "Just a little unbecoming for the Port Mafia's youngest executive."
"Watch your tongue, dog." she joked, shoving his shoulder lightly, "I could have you drawn and quartered for a comment like that."
"Ooh, how medieval. I'm soooo scared." Dazai sarcastically responded, rolling his eyes as they started to walk once more.
"You better be, I am the notorious wielder of bacchic frenzy and hedonistic release after all." she teased right back.
"I'm too hedonistic as it." Dazai mused happily, "Your power would have no hold on me."
"That's just because no ability has power over yours which means it is cheating. I, Y/n the great, do declare my subordinate, Dazai Osamu, to be a cheater."
"Hey!" he pouted back for a brief moment before they both dissolved into giggles.
Before he knew it, they reached her door. It was an all too familiar thing to him, covered over with little notes and drawings he and Chuuya had left for her over the years that she had refused to take down for sentimentality's sake.
"Thank you for letting me convince you to do this." she said, turning to face him in the dark hallway.
Surprised, Dazai stood silent for a moment before taking a hand from his pocket and placing it on her head.
"Your hope shines in this dark place." was all he said in response.
"I've always known I was too full of feathers. My mother used to say it to me. She said it would kill me someday." Y/n mused softly, pushing the taller man's hand from her hair and holding it in her own, examining it as if it were some precious jewel.
"How do you do it?" he found himself asking, the alcohol coursing through his veins.
"It's just who I am. Plus, if you're just asking that in order to mimic me, remember: my mother was right. I'll be bent over from wishing and surrounded by false promises before long."
"You're too good for that."
"I am not good."
Y/n dropped Dazai's hand and looked up at last to meet his wide brown eyes. His frown only deepened with her gaze.
"I'm not good!" she insisted again, with a slight smile "I am full of all this rage. No one who is good should ever be as angry as I am. Besides, I know my place and I have learned to be content with it. I have learned to find the sun where it is shining."
"You're my sun." he said softly.
Y/n didn't respond but met his eyes once more and Dazai found them to be full of a grief he hadn't seen before. Maybe it had always been there and he had just never been close enough to notice.
"How do you do it?" he said gruffly, sticking his hands back in his pockets and looking away momentarily.
"Do what?"
"How do you deal with all the rage."
Y/n's eyes grew wide for a moment.
"The wrath of the devil was also given to him by god." she said after some thought.
"I never took you as the religious type." Dazai chuckled, lightening the mood slightly.
She smiled and shook her head.
"I'm not but this anger is a part of me whether I want it to be or not. I can sit and let it fester, or I can embrace it and learn to love it as it loves me."
"Aren't you afraid you'll be hated for it?"
His question came out as barley a whisper, a breath with substance.
"You and Chuuya have stuck around, haven't you?"
He turned the paper over in his hand. The backside was empty save for his name, written in that achingly familiar script that had plagued him since the first time he saw it. Dazai had never encountered another person who's handwriting suited them as perfectly as hers did. He shook his head slightly, placing the paper back down. His mind was made up. After all, she had left, she had made it out and, as far as he knew, lived to tell the tale. If she of all people could be redeemed, then why couldn't he?
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Y/n woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover. Sluggishly, she pulled on her usual attire and dragged herself to work. Grabbing breakfast on the way, she somehow managed to make it to the office only an hour late and with her headache having subsided.
"Morning everyone, sorry I'm late." she managed through a yawn as she stepped inside, "I somehow managed to sleep through my alarm."
Her new life was no place for lies and secrets, Y/n knew that, but when your raised a certain way, things follow you. She couldn't help it and sometimes, her little lies even surprised her.
"Just don't do it tomorrow." said Kunikida, lightly hitting her on the head with his notebook.
"I won't, I won't." she hummed in response, draping her coat over the back of her chair.
As she went to sit down and start on the paperwork from her last mission, Kunikida spoke once more.
"The boss wants to see you in his office." 
"What for?" Y/n asked, looking up at him with surprise evident in her eyes. 
Kunikida shrugged. 
"He's speaking to a potential new hire, apparently he wants your opinion on the matter."
"Mine?"
"Seems like a waste of time. The man has an irresponsible, lazy air to him." Kunikida continued as if he hadn't heard her question. 
"I guess I'll go see what he needs."
Y/n knocked gently on the boss' door and did not move to enter until she heard the command from inside.
"You ask to see me sir?" She said with a respectful bow once the door was shut. 
"Yes, sit down."
Y/n nodded and moved to take the empty seat in front of his desk before noticing a strangely familiar person sitting beside it. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief for a moment before she quickly fixed her expression into a small, pleasant smile.
"What is it I can help with."
She could feel his eyes on her as she look straight ahead at the boss who took a sip of his tea.
"Y/n, this is Dazai Osamu but I'm sure you know that already."
"Yes, of course." she nodded, still absolutely avoiding the man beside her.
"He wants to work here."
"And why should you?" she asked, suddenly fixing her strangely cold attention on Dazai. 
"My, haven't you changed." he smiled back at her. 
"Your coat is different."
"And your feathers appear to have gone."
Y/n was silent for a moment. 
"Not gone, just quieted. This is my hiding place, why are you here?"
"I thought you might know one another, it appears however that you two even have a history." the boss chuckled warmly, bringing the attention in the room back on him, "Tell me Y/n, this man claims to have been a Port Mafia executive. He says he wants to leave it behind, to 'be on the side that saves people.' Can you confirm his story? Back up his intentions?"
"You never asked anyone to back up my story or my intentions, why bother with this one?"
"You were sincere." the boss answered cooly, "This one appears to have something to hide."
Y/n rolled his words over in her mind for a moment, sparing Dazai a fleeting glance before she answered. 
"Dazai and I grew up together. He was my subordinate and must have been promoted to take my position when I left. I do not believe there is any reason to not trust his intent in this situation. In fact, I had a feeling something would happen and he'd follow me someday."
"Thank you Y/n, that is all. You may return to your work."
"Yes sir."
Y/n stood and bowed once more. As she turned to leave however, Dazai grabbed her wrist lightly. She looked down at his still seated form, her eyebrows raised.
"How's that wrath of yours?" he asked with a seemingly harmless smile. 
Y/n took a deep breath before moving her hand carefully from his grasp. 
"How's your hedonism treating you lately?" she threw back and the door clicked shut softly behind her.
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humaforever · 11 months
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Huma relationship Questions
1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold.
Harry of course. He just knows that his dramatics will get Uma's attention. He doesn't really care if that's not always a good thing.
2. Gets mad at the TV.
Uma, because people are dumb. She can't stand stupidity.
3. Gets the worst road rage.
Uma does most of the driving, but probably Harry because he will blame all his mistakes on the drivers around him. It's simply easier that way, especially when he's explaining himself to Uma. Just blame everyone else and don't take the fault for anything.
4. What do their text messages look like?
Probably something like this-
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5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip.
Harry would for sure do this. He can't look imperfect, c'mon! He would probably even pack some of Uma's clothes, for her but also, mostly for himself.
6. Hates the in-laws.
Harry def hates Ursula more than Uma hates James Hook. But let's not make it a competition.
7. Hits the snooze button…11 times.
Both, but probably Uma more so. She likes sleep okay! Who doesn't?
8. Makes the other late for work.
Harry. He needs the kisses and cuddles and it would be rude of Uma to deny him of that. But also Harry will make himself late for work because he can't bear to leave Uma.
9. Who wants multiple kids
I feel like Uma doesn't like the thought of kids just because she's scared that she'll hurt her kids. But I think they'd eventually have kids. Harry probably wants multiple just because he loves his siblings a lot.
10. Takes in the stray dog.
Uma, cuz she's a softy
11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s.
Uma would suggest it but Harry would encourage it with every fiber of his being and be so excited to go on a date at 3am
12. Who takes longer to get ready
Harry. We all know this.
13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner.
Probably Uma, I feel like Harry is just down for whatever.
14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments.
Harry. He has a short attention span and his mind wanders.
15. Bribes the other into doing chores.
I feel like this is kinda canonically Harry right? Like he has no chores on the Lost Revenge in Uma's book. But then again I think he's a hard worker so neither maybe.
16. Picks the movies.
They take turns picking the movie
17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort.
Not the safety steps but Uma is very strategic about how she builds her fort
18. Kisses the other’s injuries better.
Harry. It makes Uma smile and he loves having the extra reason to kiss her
20. Kills the spiders.
Harry's scared of spiders so Uma takes them outside. She'll kill a person but not a spider.
21. Hogs the blankets.
UMA! Girlie needs all the blankets
22. Takes pranks too far.
They don't do pranks. Mal took a 'prank' too far and they were both traumatized from it
23. Makes the dirty jokes.
Harry makes dirty jokes at inappropriate times. He just likes to let the whore in him loose sometimes
24. Keeps a piggy bank.
Harry, it's good for him to keep track of his finances. Plus he has a cool octopus one that reminds him of Uma
25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast.
Yeah neither of them care what they eat for breakfast. They were robbed of all the good foods, they don't follow social standards
26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk.
Harry's probably done it more times but it's a close race.
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bloodthirstybatty · 1 year
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Downpour
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Leona x reader
Hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I have dyslexia, given that my writing can suck. Please be mindful of this, thank you!🙏❤️
TW: depression and mention of suicide.
A/N
I was originally going to make this a multi-character fanfic but I realized with my dyslexia it's easier for me to only write for one character. I picked Leona because I find comfort in him so it's a bit of a self-insert/vent fanfic of how I would feel if I was yuu.
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Downpour
It was raining cats and dogs, you ran fast trying not to trip and fall from the slick ground. You decided your best chance is to run to the botanical garden since it was close by, you turn left and blotted towards the door of the garden.
Catching your breath, you look around to see the rain hit the dome of the gardens, it was beautiful and peaceful. Walking you think about what earlier, you and Crowley got into a disagreement, the showers were getting less hot from the boiler being ancient and your flip phone was cutting off all the Time, so you went to Crowley to ask for an upgrade. He then called you ungrateful and that you should be more understanding on how hard he is working to get you home, that you should realize that your stuff cost school money, and that you could have been on the streets if it wasn't for his kindness... You were tried, very tried. Not just from the argument you had with Crowley but everything, school, tasks from Crowley, ramshackle falling apart, over lots, being belittled for not having magic, etc... You were depressed, you felt alone and felt that nobody truly had your back, even grim sometimes.
You continued to walk around the garden when you spotted a certain someone's tail, it was Leona's. There he lay asleep, peacefully snoring, you stared for a minute before you decide to sit next to him so you could have some company while doing your homework. As you were doing your work you couldn't stop crying a little, tears fell and hit your paper and you sniffle causing the lion next to you to stir in his sleep. you got startled by it, you thought you awakened the lion, you started to hypervalent, you didn't want to cause your hyperventilation to fasten, you started to cry from it, you were freaking out, you were having a panic attack. Just then the lion next to you arose, however, you didn't notice he did.
"Are you crying?", "huh?" you froze, you thought you just made another person mad at you. "are you crying?" he repeated, "i- a no, no I'm not," you said in a panic. "yes you are I can see it, you have tear stains on your homework" "I'm fine, it's just allergy" "no it's not your having a panic attack, your heart is racing and your shaking like a leaf" "i-" you couldn't get any words out, your panicking started to worsen. Leona shifted his body he was now close to you, he looked into your eyes "tell me" you stared into his eyes stunned, you could believe it, leona king scholar was considered for you, generally considered! He was the first person that saw your true discomfort. Taking a deep breath you began to speak.
"i-i, sorry" you took another deep breath to get rid of the frog in your throat, talking about feelings was hard for you, you never really talked to anyone about them in your life, and you mostly found ways to overcome your feelings. "so?" "did you and grim get in a fight?" looking back up to leona you said "no, no I and grim are fine, we didn't get into an argument, actually me and that damn bird did" you huffed. "what did that bird do to you to be all worked up?" your tears started again, just thinking about it was tough. "he called me ungrateful! I just went to him because my water was not getting hot and my phone is a busted piece of crap, then he called me ungrateful, and that he had to spend school money to get me those things. He also said he cant solve every lotion of mine since he's already trying to solve how to get me home!" your voice was now horses from your ranting, but you didn't feel better from it. "your not ungrateful herb- uh y/n" you bit your lip and looked away "maybe I am, tho.. Like I could have been in the streets, if it wasn't for Crowley" "no your not! Stop saying dumb things" "im sorry" you mumbled. Still crying you turned back to leona he look serious, a different kind of serious unlike usual. "I can tell you have more to say, this isn't all that's troubling you, go on spill" "that's true there is more.." "well?"
You fiddled around trying to calm down, you knew if you didn't you would sob. You tried to take several deep breaths but you were still shaking so you decided to spill, "im tried!" "im tried of everything!" "im tried of this school, of living in ramshackle, of overblots" you shaking sobbed taking a deep breath you begin to speak again "im tried of always being called hero from saving people from overblots!" "i-i- IM TRIED OF LIVING!" you shouted, "im tried of life, I want to disappear for good, I don't want to be here" you wiped your tears away but they were like a river, sniffling you squeezed you risk to stop you from panicking. You then looked up at leona, you thought you said to much but his eyes were soft, he then spoke "your feelings are valid, you shouldn't have to be going though this, you didn't choose to" he then stood putting his hand out for you, you reached it and he pulled you up into a hug, leona kingscholar was hugging you! You felt relief flow through you, all your worriedness left your body, you felt peace. Leona the pulled way "if anything is troubling you come to me first okay, I'll help you resolve it" "thank you leona" you smiled. He then pulled your hand to make you follow him "the run stopped lets get something to eat, I'll pay."
Later that week you had a better phone and your plumbing was fixed, all thanks to Leona, you felt grateful. You have to now had protect you, you don't have to worry now. Leona and you also stared to hang out more, eating lunch and sitting in the garden.
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A/n
I hope you liked it! I tried to write it on how I thought leona would actually acted in a situation like this, I want to have him pull you down to nap with him but I don't this he's the type to do that unless you were dating. I also know Leona is canonly protecful and keeps his eye out on others, he doesn't say it but he shown sides of it.
If you want me to wrote more stuff then please put in a submission, also comment down below what you thought of the story!! ❤️❤️❤️
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