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[thewriterwithsnakes]

Alea Iacta Est - the die is cast : Part 2

Part 1

A vigilante is on the loose, the BAU must scramble to find them before things escalate further. They have orders to take you in, the public riots against this, dividing friend from foe. Aaron Hotchner desperately tries juggling raising his son and catching this elusive killer, but one question haunts him. Who are you? And what do you have to do with his daughters disappearance all those years ago?

⚠️Warnings: Violence, language, sexual content, trigger warnings for like everything, what you read is your responsibility, criminal minds as it's own warning, morally gray fem! reader.

FBI HEADQUATERS - QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

Aaron Hotchner paces back and forth, hand running through his hair. He's strung-out and unbelievably exhausted. This case got under his skin, or more specifically, a question a reporter had asked him on live television.

"Why try to stop this boogeyman? What if he killed the man who took your daughter?"

It rang in his head ever since. It's been years, she's gone. He tells himself. It feels like yesterday she was a bubbly young 13 year old girl with a bright and promising future. He waved goodbye to her and kissed his pregnant wife before running off to another case. He never saw his daughter again. It took 3 years for Aaron to stop looking. And another 2 for him to agree for a service, a funeral of sorts.

Unbeknownst to him, you were very much still alive. Your kidnapper, or killer, considering how you viewed that little girl you once were to be gone, caught wind of this funeral and made sure to securely gag you before forcing you to watch your supposed family give up on you. There may have been no body, but Aaron Hotchners' daughter was buried in that coffin. Now, 5 years later, He has to try and lead the team to your capture, among other cases, while attempting to figure out how to raise his son.

He keeps pacing in his office, the chatter of coworkers outside muted for the moment. You watch him from afar, you shouldn't stay for long, it's riskier than you'd like. But you have to see him. Your whole family, really. It was Spencer who taught you about the romans, first introducing you to a world of culture you were fascinated by. It was Derek who played catch with you whenever he was free, who tried and failed at teaching you to play football. It was Penelope who gave you the trinkets lining the walls of your childhood room. JJ who stepped in whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, if ever a big sister was needed. Emily didn't get to see you often, but when she did it was always her spoiling you with whatever takeout you wanted while you played with Sergio. Rossi gave you the love of music you have now, sitting in his big old house listening to those skipping vinyls as you both drank pomegranate juice and pretended it was wine. This team was your home. And then it wasn't.

You wanted to blame them, believe the man who first took you away, that it was their fault. But you knew better, deep down. You knew your father did everything he could, you knew at some point he'd have to let go, at least partially. The day you'd escaped, your first thought was running to whoever you could find and getting them to call your father. But you quickly realized how impossible your dream was, how your old life was gone and never coming back. Because you didn't simply escape, no, you got lucky. His brother showed up unannounced while he was with you. His brother caused quite the commotion. In the hectic panic and brawl that ensued he killed his brother trying to get to you, and then you killed him. Two dead bodies, both your fault. You reached your family's house, peered into a window and saw your little brother perched on your dad's lap. That's when you realized that no matter if your family blamed you or not for the killings, that it would ruin everything. They just began making progress again.

Were you supposed to walk back in that door? Soaked in blood, missing for over 5 years? Nearly nineteen and completely traumatized? That glimpse was all you needed for an answer. No, you had to figure this out on your own, you couldn't ruin them. So you set out on a journey of sorts, it began with hitchhiking and morphed into doing odd jobs in the country that didn’t ask questions. You tried to ignore the rage, the trauma, and most importantly, the urges. You tried to ignore the nightmares, and how your good dreams were of murder. You tried to ignore the way seeing abusers made you flip a lid, made something in you snap each time.

You lived in a barn by the time you were 21, working as a farm hand and making enough to pay for food, at least. It was there, standing in front of the stables with a pitchfork when you decided what you would do. You wanted to see your family so badly, wanted to help them. But you knew the risks, so you began working harder. Managed to get a full-time job that distracted you from feeling blood on your hands every time you looked. Once you had saved enough, you thanked the family for the barn and the job, and put a mortgage on a house in the countryside of Virginia under a fake name. Not big or grand, and mostly falling apart, but yours.

It quickly became your home base, spending all of your time working, fixing the house, or researching the BAU. You found as much as you could before beginning to stalk their cases. Your time was spent working or watching, barely sleeping or eating. It became an obsession, helping those who your family didn’t help. It slowly made resentment gnaw at you with every silenced gunshot, every screaming and confused victim, every blow of your axe. You wished your family did their job, wished you could've had a chance. Rationality was long gone as hunting the hunters became more of a necessity than oxygen.

So, now around 25, you set your sights on a new target. It took a while, the BAU seemed more interested in catching you than in saving real victims, which did not help the anger towards the family that abandoned you, or that you abandoned, you're not sure if the distinction matters anymore. There was a man in South Carolina, you had your suspicions but you couldn't get any solid proof. Never caught him in the act, never got your hands on anything substantial. You refused to kill any innocents so you grew frustrated, not letting your gut choose random people to die.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to something you never wanted to do. Going on the internet to catch him. You knew the risks, new it might get you caught, but saving any potential people was more important. After finding out different apps and forums he used, you created a fake account. An Ai generated image of a 16 year old girl who took an interest in his shitty podcast. He was gullible enough to believe it. He gave you your proof. Sent vulgar images and messages, leaned right into your trap. But everything came to a halt quickly when you noticed your father in the area. Was it a sting operation? A trap for you? You continued messaging the predator, and it didn't seem like a trap. You resolved to find out two things, what the hell was your father doing here, and what were you gonna do about it?

[kitimeq]

-ˋˏ ༻❁ surprise encounter 🤍 sylus 秦 ❀༺ ˎˊ-

❀˖°pairing: sylus x reader

❀˖°summary: You’ve been playing love&deepspace ever since the game came out and it became your comfort place now. You like all of the boys, but you have the highest affinity with sylus, who had your heart in a grasp ever since the beginning. Who would’ve thought that he shares the sentiment? And after your monthly absence from the game, he decides to pay you a little visit and finally confess to all of it (and maybe kind of try to kidnap you in the process too oho).

❀˖° tropes: fluff, angst to fluff, fluff to angst to fluff? fluff to angst to fluff to angst to fluff???? idk angst with happy ending!

❀˖°word count: no idea, it goes on for days sorry. (7k!!)

❀˖°warning!: i apologize for any mistakes, i am not a native speaker of english!! if you see any errors you can write me a dm and i will correct them for sure ♡ and i think it gets better later! i can’t write for shi, especially the beginnings, and the second part was fueled by my delulu so it is probably much more fun to read 🤍

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You liked days like these: quiet days, lazy ones, when you didn’t have any errands to run, meetings to attend, or people to please. You could just stay inside for the whole day, reading your favorite books and playing cozy games, spending your time however you wanted. Today was Saturday and you didn’t have to go to work until Monday and you decided that you finally deserved to have some rest after the last couple of weeks of almost working yourself to the bone due to the amount of the assingments you had to complete at work. You often had to stay after hours or work from home to complete everything in time. Your work was not usually that challenging, but there were certain times of the year when everyone at your job had their hands full and when it happened, you were almost completely cut off not only from your social, but also personal life. However, you never complained, because you actually liked what you were doing, and even if the occasional hard times were inevitable, your work brought you so much fun and satisfaction.

And today was a good day! You finally finished everything you had to do, so you could go back to your favourite game. You didn’t have time to play recently due to the amount of work, up to the point that you didn’t even bother to check in to grab some stamina. Usually, love&deepspace was an important part of your day - you logged in there at least twice a day, completed every task thrown your way and had a blast doing so, but these couple of weeks were so hard for you that you almost forgot about it completely. But even if you were too busy, you thought about the boys from time to time, as well as about the events that you were probably missing out on. You really hoped that if some new events had taken place during that time, that they did not involve Sylus, because if you had missed them, you would be slightly devastated.

Sylus was your favorite. Ever since the beginning, there was something about him that caught your attention. You downloaded the game after his announcement and haven’t looked back since. You played with other boys as well, but your time with Sylus was always the most memorable. Not only was he extremely attractive in your eyes, as well as the eyes of other players around the world, but you also understood his character, adored his little jokes and mannerisms, and could safely say that he made your life a little more exciting. You knew that it probably sounded lame to someone who didn’t play such games, and you were aware that he wasn’t real, but you enjoyed yourself regardless. In your real life, you had some experience with men and were pretty popular among them; however, you never felt comfortable enough to form more serious romantic relationships.

Here, with Sylus, you didn’t have to worry about such things. You were aware that he was only a game character and maybe that was why you were so honest with him from the very beginning. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you, misstreat you or make you miserable - he was created in a way that was supposed to make your playthrough enjoyable so you didn’t have to worry about your responses in the messages for him or your real life reactions to everything he said or did. You could just be yourself. And you loved how freeing that felt.

That is why you felt so excited ever since you woke up. Because you knew that today you could finally go back to playing l&d, and you could meet up with your Sylus after so much time apart. You quickly did your chores, spent some time on self-care to slightly relieve the fatigue from the weeks before, you put on your favourite cozy outfit and finally clicked the ”enter game” button.

And there he was. Sylus was standing in the cafe, wearing his extremally attractive biker outfit and you caught yourself sighing dreamily at the sight of him. You missed him so bad, you missed the little memories you shared and the sound of his voice. You missed playing kitty cards with him, catching plushies together and even looking for that bastard Tobias again and again. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at him.

“Hi Sylus, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” You said cheerfully, feeling kind of dumb for it but you couldn’t help yourself. You often talked out loud to him during your playtime.

You watched him blink slowly once, then twice, and you started to think that there was something wrong with the server because his response should have already been uttered. But then the look on his face changed. At first, he appeared really shocked and relieved, but then a little frown appeared between his perfect little eyebrows.

“Where the hell have you been?” He responded quickly and it shocked you. You didn’t know that they could swear in the game, but after connecting some dots you figured that it had to be included in the special responses after the player was away for some time.

“At work mostly, been so busy lately but now I’m back and ready to defeat some Wanderers!!” You fist bumped the air above you, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

You also noticed that his expression stayed the same. He was silent, looking at you through your phone screen with bewilderment, and he looked almost hurt. In an attempt to provide some comfort to him, you swiped your finger gently through his hair and across his cheek. However, when you touched his cheek, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your finger, which made you widen your eyes in surprise. Was that always a thing? Was he always so responsive to your touch? It had to be a new feature; you didn’t remember him being so lively.

“Next time you decide to leave me without a word, I think I’m going to take more drastic measures, sweetie” He said while opening his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice he did look different than usual. More… realistic? Even the way in which he moved his body looked so smooth.

“If not for Mephisto, I would have worried sick about your safety. You can't do this to me every time you have more work than usual; you have to visit me, even if it's just for a minute. I won't exaggerate when I say that I almost went insane after the first week of your cruel silence” And at that you were completely stunned. Should he talk this much? He never talked this much. And how could he know that you had more work than usual? Was that a lucky guess on the studio’s side?

“That’s so weird…” You whispered and touched his hand to trigger some kind of reaction that would appear more usual than what was happening right now.

“Is that your way of catching me off guard? If you wanted to hold my hand so badly kitten, then you would have visited me sooner. I will not let myself be distracted by your cute little behavior” He raised the hand you touched and crossed his arms at his chest, while continuing to frown. And you were still so, so confused.

“Promise me that you won’t leave me again, I know where to find you now.” You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip gently. You started to feel a little bit out of place, you knew that he was not real, but he sounded kind of scary. His voice was demanding, and the part about him finding you? You shivered involuntarily.

“What happened? Cat got your tongue, kitten? Or did you finally understood the selfishness of your actions?” Sylus continued and you opened your mouth in awe. “Promise. Me.” He said slowly, his gaze unnerving. Suddenly you heard a series of loud caws outside on your balcony. The sound made you jump in place, and you dropped your phone on your bed. Was that a freaking crow?? Outside your apartament???

You quickly picked up your phone and cursed softly. You were going insane. You got scared just because the game had an update you did not know about. You almost wanted to laugh at how stupid that was. Almost. Because Sylus walked up to the front of your phone screen and spoke to you again.

“Why are you hesitating? Are you really planning to leave me again?” You swore you never heard him so hurt.

“No!” You said before you could think.

“No?” He answered immediately, which scared the hell out of you. “I am not sure I believe you. And I can’t stand it. I can’t stand being away from you anymore.” He took two steps back and closed his eyes.

That was when the game crashed. Your phone appeared to be broked too, after the colourful lines appeared on the screen, flickered a couple of times and the whole screen turned black. You threw the device away from you and your heart started beating so fast you could hear the blood pulsing in your ears. You were so confused and genuinely scared. Was there an update that switched the genre of the game to horror? You were stunned.

And then you heard the knock.

You almost jumped out of your slippers. You brought your hand to your heart in order to calm yourself down and you started taking slow, deep breaths. It’s just a game. It’s just a game. Besides, how did Sylus, of all people, managed to scare you so badly? You adored that character, and you should know that he was prone not only to exaggeration, but also to intimidating behavior. That was literally one of his characteristics. So you forced yourself to calm down and opened the damn door, because it was probably either a mailman, or one of your friendly neighbors, and here you were making a scene like some kind of a delusional psychopath.

One. Two. Three.

You opened the door, and at first all you could see was a huge cloud of black mist. You closed your eyes in order to keep the mist from clouding your vision and then you felt wind pushing you gently further into your apartament. You heard the door close and the sound of the key turning in the lock. Everything happened so fast. And when you opened your eyes your knees almost buckled.

Sylus.

Sylus was all you could see. He was standing in front of you, in your own apartament, looking so out of place that you wanted to laugh. The first thing that you noticed about him was that he was huge, you couldn’t really see past him, and the more you looked at him, the more real he appeared to be. Soft-looking silver hair, rugged skin, that perfect nose and those piercing eyes. They looked into yours now, and at first they seemed to be searching for something, and after one quick second they visibly softened. You could also see how his handsome, oh so handsome mouth started to display his signature little smirk. And that was when you started to tremble.

“W-wha—” You tried to say something, anything but your mouth was not working. You have never been so confused and scared in your entire life. “Who—W-who are—” He was starting to close the distance between you and that is when the panic finally took over your body. You flinched and went to take a step back, but you slipped on your soft carpet.

Yet you didn’t fall. You felt the gentle caress of the mist that managed to caught you before you hit the ground, and it streightened your posture so that now you stood tall in front of the man.

“Careful kitten, I do not think that falling on four feet applies to you.” He spoke out loud for the first time and the voice was so familiar to you. It was the same, deep, husky timbre that you loved to hear, the same voice that made you squeal in happiness, that lulled you to sleep countless of times. You couldn’t believe it.

“Oh my god, am I dead?” He laughed softly at your reaction and looked at you through his lashes. “This can’t be happening.”

“Oh but it is. I knew that I would find my way to you, I just needed time.” He said and tried to close the distance between you, but you didn’t let him. Every step forward he took, you took one back. “It was so hard to find you. But after you disappeared without saying a word I think I got desperate.” Something flashed in his eyes. You recognized it as determination.

He stopped walking when he noticed that you were getting too close to the balcony. He straightened his posture, and you almost released a gasp. He was huge. And he was real. Alive and so, so real, that you had trouble breathing. You were so scared, but at the same time, so happy to see him, that your body didn’t know how it should react. You just looked at him, taking him in, trying to assess whether it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you, or if it wasn’t some random man breaking into your apartment and your brain had created a new, fantastic defense mechanism. But no, the longer you took him in, the more similarities you managed to notice: the scar in the corner of his eye, his unevenly clipped fingernails, strong but dry hands, olive skin, slim lips, long, slightly furrowed eyebrows. The not-so-hidden gentleness in his gaze as he was taking you in himself.

“It’s really you.” You managed to breathe out.

“You’re so beautiful.” He answered and his voice was slowly starting to make you feel these familiar butterflies. “So, so magnificent.” He continued. You felt your cheeks heat up and he seemed to drink that reaction in. “Will you talk to me more? You sound angelic. I did not think that you could sound even better than you did through the phone but I guess you will never fail to surprise me, sweetheart.” He did not move an inch. He just looked at you, and you still didn’t know how to react, but you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it was not a weird dream. He was here and he didn’t appear to have bad intentions. At least you wanted to believe that.

“You’re still trembling. Are you really that scared of me?” He pressed his lips into a line.

“I’m sorry. I just… I’m just not sure what is happening. I had no idea you were… real.” He laughed softly at that.

“You wound me, kitten. Is that your way of unleashing your little claws?” He continued with a small smile on his lips and you couldn’t take it. He looked… stressed. And you thought that was new for him. You spend so many hours playing with him in l&d but you have never seen him so stressed.

Everything that came out of his mouth was slow and precise, not a word was spoken without a purpose. However you could see by his appearance that he was uncertain.

“Of course I’m real. And all the time we spent together is real too. Was it so wrong of me to expect that you would be at least a little bit happier to see me?” He was starting to look hurt. But not angry, not displeased. More concerned than anything, and that was when most of your worries started to disappear. He was your Sylus. He really was.

“I am happy to see you. I really am.” You said truthfully, the fear slowly dissolving. “What are you doing here? How did it happen?”

“When you left me, I was worried to death. I had to come see that you were alright for myself.” He said, not taking his eyes off of you. “I found a path between our worlds, and first I sent Mephisto after you. And that was how I knew you were fine, just busy.” He started explaining slowly and put two fingers at the bridge of his nose. This gesture was so familiar that you felt a slight pang in your chest. “Which l understand. But you stopped visiting completely and I panicked that I lost you. And that you lost your interest in me. And when you logged in today I guess I just lost control over myself.”

“I had to see you. I had to feel you. I needed to know that you will never leave me like that again. But how could I be so sure if you thought I was not real, sweetie?” His voice carried a hint of a ridicule. He smirked slowly and you allowed yourself to relax. You spend so much time with him on your phone, that you knew when he really needed reassurance. And it was the first time you saw him being so honest about his own feelings.

You decided to step closer to him and his eyes widened slightly. His body tightened because of the sudden change in proximity, and when you gently touched his hand bringing it to your mouth, he appeared to be rendered speechless.

“I would never leave you, Sy. At least not without saying goodbye first. You are my safe space, remember?” You said quietly and smiled at him brightly, reminding him of what you had written in your game bio. And then you brought his knuckles to your lips and placed a soft kiss upon them. His hands were much warmer than you expected them to be. They felt harsh, but gentle.

The next thing you heard was a soft grunt and you felt yourself being suddenly lifted in the air. You yelped and found yourself pressed against his big, solid chest. Sylus hugged your body to his by wrapping both of his arms around your torso, and when he realized that you weren’t comfortable, he put one hand under your thighs and brought your body to his by your waist. You let your arms wrap around his neck and squeezed, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale your scent and his breath became rigged, as if he could not contain his excitement. You also became familiar with his scent. He smelled so manly and comforting, you could catch some notes of wood and leather, and something surprisingly sweet.

“You smell divine. You’re so soft, so warm.” He breathed against your neck and you felt goosebumps spreading throughout your whole body. You were so embarrassed, you felt like you needed to release some tension.

“I did not expect you to be so open with me. You’re usually the teasing type.” He chucked deeply and put his forehead against yours, while closing his eyes. Your cheeks burned. You couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream.

“There will be a time for teasing you, kitten.” He rubbed his forehead against yours slowly. “Right now let me enjoy you for a bit. I can’t believe I finally got to see you.” He squeezed you harder to him. You reciprocated the hug with all you had. You were actually kind of scared that your grip was too hard, but he seemed to bask in it. “Communicating through that small device was not nearly enough for me. I could always see you and I heard your little responses to everything I was saying. But it took me some time to figure out how to change some things up.” Your eyes went wide at the mention of your reactions, you knew that a lot of times there were beyond embarrassing, but you decided your blush to speak for itself. But what truly caught your attention was how he managed to appear in your home.

“Change things up?? You must have made such a mess, will it really be okay?” The concern in your voice made him look up and find your eyes with his. You were now looking at his beautiful red ones, so full of adoration and determination. You could see that the consequences of his actions did not matter to him at all.

“Sweetie, I would gladly burn the world down for you, even if it meant that I could see you just once.” You swallowed audibly and proceeded to shy away from his piercing gaze. You started to feel unworthy of such attention, you couldn’t quite grasp what exactly made him care about you to such extend. “Fortunately for everyone, the process did not involve starting an intergalactic war.” He smirked slowly, his eyes finding your lips and staying there for much longer than necessary. “Yet.”

You chuckled at that and proceeded to bury your fingers in his hair, stroking the strands with care. They were so soft to the touch, they reminded you of silk. He closed his eyes and let you touch him to your heart’s content. Your hand quickly found its way to his forehead, and then to his cheek, stroking the skin delicately. You couldn’t believe how someone so handsome could really exist.

“See something you like, kitten?” He said and nuzzled into your palm, pressing a kiss right there. “You will have all the time in the world to touch me when we arrive in the N109 Zone.” He seemed so peaceful, so content with himself, but the mention of the N109 Zone stopped you in your tracks. You tensed visibly and he opened his eyes, noticing the change in your posture.

“The N109 Zone?” You asked puzzled. “Are you taking me away for a weekend?” You took your hand from his face and he used his Evol to bring it back to his cheek. The mist around your fingers felt weird, but not unpleasant.

“For a weekend? No, no.” He locked his eyes with yours, his head slowly closing the distance between you. He licked his lips and looked at your mouth once again. “I am taking you away for forever.” And before his lips managed to touch yours, you flinched. Your hands quickly pushed him away and the panic returned to your features.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I meant what I said. Pack your bags if you believe there is something that I cannot provide for you quickly enough, and we will be off shortly.” He said matter of factly, kind of annoyed by the distance you decided to put between you. “Luke and Kieran have already prepared a room for you, although I think that you will have more than enough space for your belongings in mine.” His eyes brightened with excitement that you unfortunately could not share. Instead, you lightly pushed his torso, making him lower you to the ground grudgingly. His brows were once again furrowed.

“I can’t go with you Sylus. At least, not for forever”

“You can. We can stay together for the rest of our lives and no one would have any objections. I took care of everything.” He reached to grab your forearm and stroked it softly with his thumb. He was so sure of everything he was saying that you could feel how much he let himself get lost in his fantasy. It did make you feel wanted, loved even. But no matter how happy you were that he was real, and apparently shared your feelings, you couldn’t agree to his plan.

“No, Sylus. I need to stay here, I have built my whole life in this place.” You could feel how much your words shocked him. He was looking at you so puzzled as if he didn’t think that you declining his offer was even an option. “I can’t leave everything that I managed to achieve, I really am content with my life, despite how complicated it can be.” You said truthfully. A part of you wanted to go with him, to feel safe and cherished for, for the rest of your life but you knew that was not realistic. You wanted to achieve more, you wanted to have your own life and your own space. You needed to be independent, to feel that you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself and your own needs.

“I do not understand. Don’t you want to be with me?” It pained you how quickly he jumped to that conclusion. And you hated the look on his face - it made you feel like you were betraying him.

”I do want to! Oh my god— I really, really do want to Sylus. I don’t think that I can live without spending time with you anymore.” You smiled at him, and took hold of his huge, rugged hand. “But I can’t live with you in the N109 Zone. I can’t leave my whole life behind.” And the fact that he wanted to make you do that somewhat scared you. Made you feel distressed.

“I see.” He sounded deep in thought. Then, he broke the eye contact for a second, looked at his hand in your hold and before you could even react, he grabbed your body gently with his Evol and picked you up. Your whole body was above ground and although you felt secured, you looked at him with surprise.

“What are you doing?” You wanted to get free from the hold of the mist, but it was impossible with how tight it was. “Sylus, you have to let me go.” You tried not to panic, you knew that you weren’t in danger. But he looked relentless, unforgiving as if his mind was already set in stone.

“No. I can’t. Not now when I finally got to have you.” He looked up at you, with his eyebrows still furrowed, and you could hear a hint of a growl in his voice. “If you do not wish to go with me, I guess I would have to take you by force.”

It was then that you felt a sense of panic. You knew him, and you knew that if he wants something, he always gets it. It just did not cross your mind that he would ever go against your own wishes.

“No. No, no, no, Sylus, please calm down.” He narrowed his eyes and stood motionless before you, his face devoid of almost any emotion. Almost, if not for the desperation shining through his watchful eyes. “You cannot take me away. At least not for now. But I will do anything you ask me to! You can also stay here for some time, and visit me whenever you want to, I swear, I would be so happy to have you.” You just needed him to listen. You knew that you could change his mind, he always listened to what you had to say, he just needed a little bit of persuasion. Maybe he didn’t even think about alternative options?

“And I would make you happy in the N109 Zone with me.” You laughed with disbelief. He was completely missing your point. You decided to once again yank your hands from the grasp of his mist, and then hissed with pain when it did not loosen up its hold. “Your struggle is futile, please stop, I do not wish for you to get hurt.” He was annoyed with you and your disobedience. He did not think that you would have any objections, he started loosing his cool.

“You would never let me get hurt.” You answered, wanting to assure yourself of it as well. You didn’t like how commanding he sounded.

“Yes.” There was no doubt in his voice. “Yes, you know I would stop at nothing to protect you.” His gaze never wavered from yours. He truly thought that what he was doing was for the best. And you just had to let him know how wrong his approach was.

“Yes! Yes I do know that! Because I know you, Sy.” You started to sound as if you were pleading. Deep down it scared you, send uncomfortable shivers down your spine. “I know you, and I know that you also know me.”

He placed his hand on his heart.

“And I adore every single piece of information. And I still wish to know you much, much better.” You tensed when you noticed that his right eye was starting to glow. You did not know if that was intentional, or just a trick of the light.

“Then you MUST know how much this life means to me. How much I like my stupid job, and how much I love the people that are here for me. My friends, my family.” You noticed that your reasoning started to get to him when he clenched his fists and avoided your eyes for a second. “And you have to know how much it would hurt me if you were to take me away from them.” He appeared taken aback. It seemed that his longing for you clouded his judgement, and now he started to notice the faults in his plan.

“But I cannot stand to be apart from you anymore, sweetie.” In normal circumstances that would be so touching to you. But nothing about this situation was normal, and you guessed you just had to show him how normal looked like.

“You won’t be. You can visit me anytime you want. Stay for how long you want.” You wanted that too. So bad.

“But that is not ENOUGH.” It was the first time you heard his raised voice and you started to tremble. His outburst must’ve thrown him off guard too, because he wavered and the grip he had on you loosed. You acted instinctively. You freed yourself from the mist and started to run towards your door. And although he was stunned by your reaction, he quickly teleported so that you ran straight into his chest. His hands grabbed yours in order to protect you from falling due to the impact.

He gently caressed your now slightly red forehead and sighed loudly. You could hear that he was hurt. You cried out from frustration.

“If you really thought that you could run away from me then you must be a total fool.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and lifted your chin up with his finger. “Usually I like playing cat and mouse with you, but I do not like the fact that you appear genuinely scared of me right now.” He hugged your waist and brought you closer to him, lowering his head at the same time. “And that you tried to run away from me when I only want to offer you my protection.”

“It doesn’t sound like protection, it sounds like imprisonment.” You used strong words, but you sounded so small. You did not know what to do with him, you were so scared. ”I’m just scared. I tried to run away because you scared me, Sylus.” You sounded desperate for him to understand you. To look past his own clouded vision.

“You do not have to fear me. I just want what is best for you. For us.” His grip on your waist tightened, and he also proceeded to grab your wrist.

“No. You only want what is best for you. You are not listening to me. I do care about you Sylus, but I cannot leave this place.” You tried to stand your ground but you two never argued before. It was an unfamiliar ground to you, especially when it was the first time that you had a conversation in person. Everything felt more intense and dangerous when you remembered the extreme measures he was always willing to take to achieve his goals.

“You can. And I will make you leave.” He almost growled and a cloud of black and red mist surrounded both of you, and that was enough to bring tears into your eyes.

”Sylus, no, please, I don’t want to. Please, just listen to me, please.” And it was at that moment he started to came into his senses. Your quiet voice and your eyes full of tears made his breathing stop. It was the first time he was seeing you react like this. He hated how broken you sounded. How small. “I’m so scared, Sy, please stop scaring me.” Your voice sounded choked and you could feel that the tears started streaming down your face. Every single one physically hurt him. It was your first meeting and he already made you so miserable. He wanted to scream. “Please.” You tried once again and it shocked you that it finally worked on him.

He tensed and released you from his grip. The mist also dissipated as he took a step back from you. You could hear him breathing deeply.

“I cannot do this." He sounded panicked. “I did not want to scare you, and I cannot listen to your little broken pleas. They break my heart.” He hidden his face in his hands and curled in himself. He felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife and twisted it. He could not bring himself to look at your beautiful heartbroken face again. “They really do. Please, just stop crying. You won.”

You sniffed softly and touched your wet cheeks. You tried to calm yourself down, he finally listened to you.

“It does not feel so good this time for some reason.” You answered, referring to your Kitty Card battles. You wanted to relieve the tension somehow. You knew that he didn’t want to hurt you, you understand that he lives in a different reality where danger awaits everywhere. You could understand why he wanted to have you beside him at all times. But it scared you how insistent he was, how brutal and final. “Do you really understand why I got so scared?”

He nodded helplessly. “I won’t steal you away. Not when I know how much you despise the idea of spending the rest of your time with me.” You noticed how hard he was pressing his hands to his face and you grabbed them in your own. He let you uncover his eyes and you saw how much it hurt him to let you go.

“Oh, Sy.” You whispered and hugged his hands to your chest. “You know that’s not the reason.”

“Stop calling me that. It drives me crazy.” He breathed and met your eyes. “You drive me crazy. What am I going to do with you? How can I make sure you are safe now?” You took his hands and made him follow you into your bedroom. You sat on your bed and urged him to do the same. This way you could finally talk with him more comfortably.

“Sylus, we have to talk about it.” You squeezed his hands and he looked at yours and took notice of how much smaller they were in comparison to his. So fragile, so breakable. He couldn’t stand it. His whole body longed to protect you. “I do not despise the idea of spending my time with you. I just can’t randomly leave everything I know and love. And this world is different from the one you know, we have our dangers but no one wants my head.” You explained to him slowly. “There are no Wanderers. No protocores.” He looked conflicted.

“I already know that sweetheart. I do. But when you disappeared for such a long time I couldn’t help but think that something bad happened to you” he gritted through his teeth. “I nearly lost my mind looking for you everywhere. It was terrifying, that thought in my mind and the idea that I would never have another chance to speak with you. To see you.” He touched your forearms and brought you a little closer to him. “And when Mephisto found you safe and sound I thought that I never want to feel that fear, that helplessness again. And the only way to do that is to keep you beside me at all times. To guard you with my own body and soul.” He took your hand and rested it on his chest. You could feel the fast and steady rhythm of his heart. You could feel his desperation, his complete devotion. And it almost made you tear up.

“I-I’m so sorry that I made you worry this much.” He studied your face with intention and you shake your head. “But I didn’t even know that you were real. I really thought it was just a game that made me feel less alone and now…” You swallowed audibly. “Now I know that everything I built with you during our time together was very much real and I’m still having trouble to wrap my head around it to be honest.” You smiled at him softly and he nodded with understanding.

“And then you came in and wanted to kidnap me to a world much more dangerous than mine where I do not have my close ones and—”

“I did NOT mean for that to be a kidnapping I though that you shared my sentiment, and also wanted to spend some time—”

“SOME time?? Sylus you wanted me to switch literal worlds and live with you in your freaking villa in the middle of nowhere—”

“I live in an apartment that has a fantastic location, mind you, and you would feel so comfortable in—”

”Apartament??? You cannot possibly be a freaking leader of Onychinus and live in an apartment complex, are you being serious with me right now??”

“Have you ever heard of a saying that the darkest place is under the candlestick, kitten? Besides there is no one in the whole N109 Zone that would pose an actual threat to me—” He cut off when he met your eyes full of laughter, and then he heard that beautiful sound. You burst into giggles right in front of him and you touched him by the bicep and brought his forehead to yours. He couldn’t help but chuckle too, understanding the absurdity of the situation. Feeling your forehead against his, hearing your adorable chuckles and inhaling your sweet scent made him feel so at peace that he closed his eyes to embrace the moment completely. He couldn’t believe that he almost ruined your relationship by being so selfish.

“I missed this. This back and forth with you” You said and he chucked deeply. “I really am happy to see you, Sy. And I swear that we will be able to talk and spent time with each other more often now. And actually see each other in person.” He nuzzled into your face more and you caught his smirk by the corner of your eye. “We can stay in touch at all times, so that you won’t have to worry about my safety so much.”

“So bossy, kitten.” He answered, but the small smile did not leave his face. He couldn’t make it go away even if he tried. “Forgive me for scaring you earlier. I was not thinking straight. I was just so elated to finally have you in my arms that I let my selfishness get the best of me, and for that I’m sorry. I did not want to ruin our first meeting, sweetie.” You hugged him by bringing your arms around his chest and he closed his eyes drinking in the proximity. You were too small, too adorable, too attractive for him to take it. Too honest. Too lovable. Made just for him to adore. To protect.

“You did not ruin anything.” You said into his shirt, hugging him tighter. “I understand you, Sylus. And I like you a little selfish if it means that’s what brought you to me” He smiled into your hair and reluctantly let go of your fragile frame. He touched your chin and delicately lifted your face up to face him. His eyes were once again drinking you in, committing every single one of your features to his memory. He sighed contentedly.

“Selfishness was not the reason of my visit.” You could see how his eyes softened and you felt your chest squeeze. You brushed his cheek, loving the way how he seemed to relish in your touch. His eyes wandered to your lips: pink, plump and so inviting. “Adoration was. The complete love and devotion that I have felt for you for quite some time now.” You gasped quietly and opened your lips slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Sy—”

“And I guess a little emotional push was what made me finally find my way to you, my beloved.” He half-whispered, leaned in, and pressed his lips to yours, locking you in a sweet, passionate kiss that went on and on, seeming to deepen with every minute you spent in his embrace.

*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi hello tonight i’m thinking about reformed!geto again …….. he is mostly brooding and silent. bitter, obviously, a little snarky but he’s still compliant; doesn’t cause too much trouble, keeps the name-calling to a minimum. still won’t look you in the eye and still can’t train with the students without playing far too rough, but you think he’s making progress.

with the way he follows at your heel, it’s hard not to think of him as some kind of guard dog — one you’ve been tasked to keep at bay. he doesn’t stray too far from your side, even on the rare occasion he’s allowed to be without your surveillance. if he hates being bound to you, he’s awfully good at hiding it.

but dogs will be dogs. the moment a non-sorcerer tries to touch you, the moment they get close with unwanted advances or misguided hatred — he bites. you don’t have time to stop it, and for what feels like an eternity you’re convinced he killed them. but geto clicks his tongue, and lands a kick against their skull, and you recognize the twitch of a living thing. a gift to you; an act of tremendous restraint in your name, if only out of respect for the way you begged the higher ups to take him back. it doesn’t change the scent of iron, the freezing look in his eyes, the snap of his muzzled jaw. but a part of you is happy, to feel the pulse of an almost faded heartbeat. proud.

it’s progress, after all. an attack dog on a leash.

[kxsagi]

Hello ! I hope you're well. I just wanted to request Isagi, the Itoshi brothers, Aryu, Yukimiya and any character of your choice with a horserider!reader 👀👀 (Sadly..Bachira strikes me as someone who would be a little too loud or excited near horses XD) Have a good day !

“𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞”

a/n: hi, i'm doing good, thank you! and as always, i hope you are too and have a wonderful day as well 🥰

i rode a horse when i was 6 and it traumatized me

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, aryuu jyubei, yukimiya kenyu

isagi yoichi

was today years old when he learned horses don’t just roam around freely eating grass and chilling. 

first time he saw you hop on a horse like it was nothing, he said “damn. so this is what peak athleticism looks like.” 

tried to impress you by getting on a pony at a petting zoo once. a pony. got thrown off immediately and claimed it was “just testing its strength.” 

when your horse sneezed on him he screamed. like full-volume, soccer-field echo scream. “he tried to kill me, baby!” “yoichi. he has hay up his nose.” 

constantly makes horse puns and thinks he’s hilarious. “hay, you look good today.” “i’m feeling a bit unstable.” “can i get a whinny kiss?” 

itoshi rin

hated your horse on sight at first. why? because it made you smile more than he could. “it’s just an animal,” he muttered, clearly jealous of a 1,200 lb beast. 

you made the mistake of saying “want to come riding with me?” now he’s standing stiffly in full borrowed gear, horse glaring at him, and he mutters, “this is how i die.” 

his horse walked two steps and he yelled, “HELP IT’S RUNNING.” you had to physically grab the reins to calm him down. 

got kicked in the shin once and pretended it didn’t hurt. limped for three days. told people it was a “training injury.” 

secretly feeds your horse treats behind your back and tells it, “don’t say anything. this never happened.” like they’re in a mafia alliance. 

itoshi sae

when you first told him you ride horses, he blinked at you like you just said you race dragons. “you voluntarily get on a horse… and stay there?” 

insisted he’d never ride. said it with his whole chest. “i play for spain, not yeehaw.” but two weeks later you found him googling “how to look cool on a horse.” 

your horse doesn’t like him. like, at all. full-on glare-offs across the paddock. sae: “your horse’s eyes are full of judgment.” you: “she’s literally chewing hay.” sae: “judgment hay.” 

shows up to the stable in designer everything. white pants. you warned him. “i’ll be fine.” he was not fine. a goat sneezed on him before he even made it to the horse. 

when he finally agreed to ride, it was 90% peer pressure, 10% pride. the second his butt hit the saddle: “why does this feel like sitting on two angry watermelons?” 

held the reins like they were cursed. “so if i pull this, it turns?” “no, that makes her stop –” “she’s stopping too fast– OKAY SHE’S BACKING UP–” 

got off after 3 minutes. straight-faced. dead serious. “i've had enough character development for today.” 

will NEVER admit it out loud, but he has a soft spot for your horse. feeds her snacks when no one’s watching. calls her “gremlin” but scratches behind her ears like a pro. 

once looked you dead in the eyes and said: “i may not be a horse boy, but i’d be your stable boy.” … then turned around and walked into a fence.

aryuu jyubei

said “i was born for this” and mounted the horse with the elegance of a runway model… then immediately fell off because his pants were too tight. 

brings dry shampoo and perfume for himself and your horse. “we’re a duo. if i smell like vanilla cashmere, she should too.” 

hosts impromptu photo shoots mid-ride. “wait, hold the reins. i need to pose.” almost got bucked once for trying to vogue on horseback. 

tried to teach your horse how to smize. you caught him saying “chin down. eyes fierce. yes queen” to her. 

insists on giving your horse a “seasonal wardrobe.” bought her a rhinestone saddle cover and glitter hoof polish. 

yukimiya kenyu

very prince charming about it until the horse sneezed on him. “i… respect your freedom, majestic beast. but that was disgusting.” 

made you a whole playlist to listen to while riding, called ‘gallop vibes 🐎✨’ and included three taylor swift songs, two anime openings, and the shrek soundtrack. 

dramatically bows before the horse every time like she’s royalty. “milady, may i approach?” 

tried to learn how to trot and immediately screamed, “MY BUTT BONES???” halfway through the lesson. 

gave your horse a full spa day: brushing, detangling, scented oils. she looked like a damn pageant queen when he was done. he called it “equestrian self-care.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! cult leader with a religious darling.

there’s something so tiring about you. maybe it’s the way you turn your nose up at him and glare, or the way you wear a cross so proudly around your neck. you’re not the first religious person he’s seen and he’s converted a few before, so he thinks it’ll be fun.

he can’t wait to see your pride crackling down. to watch the tears stream past your face as you sob brokenly into his arms, hearing the sound of your necklace being tossed against the ground. it’ll be a magical moment.

but you have better ideas. you see past his tricks and refuse to give in, despite just how bad your life is. it’s crumbling apart really, and it’s what’s able to keep him so tightly around you. he could save you if he wanted to, or so he says, but you know better than to believe in a man who sees himself on the same level as a saviour.

you’ve heard of men like him, who drain the hope from you until you’re no more than a corpse, who steal your sense of identity and wrap it around themselves. he’ll discard you when he’s done, like the followers of him who have no life in their eyes and yet pray towards him.

he wonders how long it’ll take before he can turn you into his favourite.

[lagooneah]

I love whatever genre of character this is.

[4barbatos]

✦ dad!venti x mom!reader drabbles

— fluff + crack .ᐟ

a/n: aaaaa i enjoyed writing this so much TT one of the drabbles is actually based on a request from one of u guys (ILY!!!) but the prompts wouldn’t leave me alone. they just kept bouncing around in my brain like “write me. write me.” and i folded immediately.

i don’t think this’ll be the last time i write about this version of venti because oh my GOD. dad(dy) venti brainrot has me in a chokehold. like. help. might spiral and write a whole mini-series if y’all let me 😵‍💫

also this one’s in a modern setting !! but still has some genshin themes — like venti still being an archon bc i am not letting go of that man’s godhood LMAO. timeline?? logic?? never heard of her. anyway sorry if this is messy my brain is fried 💔

thank u for the love, the requests, and the patience <3 u guys keep me inspired even when life (school) is body slamming me in the face.

freshly delivered betrayal

you were exhausted.

sweaty, sore, shaking from adrenaline, body still catching up to the fact that you’d just given birth. the world was still a little fuzzy at the edges when the nurse gently placed your newborn on your chest, tiny and warm and squirmy.

your breath hitched. tears welled in your eyes as you looked down at him —

and then you blinked.

paused.

frowned.

“…why the fuck are his eyes glowing.”

“venti,” you said slowly, voice flat, “why are his eyes glowing.”

across the room, venti was openly sobbing into an anemo slime plush he’d brought in “for emotional support.” he sniffled dramatically, cheeks shiny with tears.

“he’s so beautiful 🥺”

“THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER.”

you tilted your newborn slightly toward him, finger jabbing gently at your son’s face.

“his irises are literally glowing. bioluminescent. mint green. sparkling. like a lantern. what did you do.”

venti tiptoed over like a guilty dog caught chewing the curtains.

“he just… looks a little like me, that’s all—”

“a little??”

you looked back down at the baby.

same eye shape. same impossibly long lashes. same little button nose. same stupid smug smile that somehow managed to exist on a minutes-old infant.

he blinked up at you slowly, glowing eyes twinkling like he already knew something you didn’t.

“oh my god,” you muttered, head thudding back against the pillow. “i suffered through nine months of nausea and joint pain and demonic pregnancy cravings just for this child to come out looking like your tiny clone.”

venti practically preened. “right??? he’s perfect. he’s a masterpiece. he’s my greatest song come to life—”

“no. no poetry. not while he’s still steaming fresh from the womb.”

the baby yawned.

a breeze gently rustled the ends of your hair.

“did he just—” you turned slowly to look at venti.

“minor atmospheric shift,” he said with a dreamy smile. “nothing dangerous. probably.”

you closed your eyes in defeat.

“i need him to wear contacts immediately.”

milk crimes

you were half-asleep on the couch, baby snoozing peacefully on your chest, when venti tiptoed in with the most suspicious expression known to man.

his eyes darted around like he was about to commit a federal offense.

you cracked one eye open. “…what are you doing.”

“nothing,” he said way too fast. “just checking on my beautiful wife and her beautiful child and her…” his gaze dropped an inch lower. “beautiful… assets.”

you gave him the look.

he smiled like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “you look full.”

“i am.”

“painful?”

“not really,” you muttered, adjusting your shirt. “just heavy.”

he plopped down beside you, hands neatly folded in his lap. “i could help.”

you squinted. “you mean like—”

“to relieve you,” he said, putting on his innocent bard voice. “out of love. and generosity. and public service.”

“venti.”

“just a few sips—”

“venti.”

“i promise to burp afterwards.”

“GET. OUT.”

he ducked your throw pillow like a pro and grinned as he scampered away.

“the offer stands!!”

you sighed and looked down at your baby.

“don’t grow up weird like your dad,” you whispered.

‘ho’ly baby

the thing about having a baby is you hear a lot of nonsense.

gurgles. squeals. high-pitched shrieks. the occasional babble that sounds dangerously close to profanity. you’ve learned to tune most of it out — smile, nod, survive — until today.

“ho,” your baby says, looking you dead in the eye.

you blink. slowly. “…what did you just call me?”

venti, traitor of all traitors, gasps like he’s been struck by celestia itself.

“OH ARCHONS—”

he’s on the floor. sobbing. wheezing. clutching his stomach like he’s been impaled by a divine spear. the baby giggles. claps his chubby hands and says it again — “ho!” — and venti actually screams.

you stare in horror. “maybe he meant hello—”

“HE’S A GENIUS,” venti howls, now fully writhing. “MY SON’S FIRST WORD WAS HO.”

you’re half tempted to throw a throw pillow at his face. maybe a lamp. maybe the baby.

you scoop your son into your arms. “no. no. we say mama. not… ho.”

he blinks at you. pure innocence. then opens his tiny mouth and goes:

“ho.”

venti lets out a sound that can only be described as feral wind-chime laughter. he’s howling so hard the picture frames are rattling. you’re genuinely concerned he might pass out from joy.

(it took hours to calm everyone down.)

that night, while rocking the baby to sleep, he mumbles something against your collarbone — soft and slow and sleepy.

“dada.”

you freeze. slowly turn your head to where venti is standing, slack-jawed in the doorway.

he floats two inches off the ground for the rest of the week.

you need a nap. and a new baby. one that doesn’t already have his father’s entire personality copy-pasted into his dna.

childless hours

“can you hear that…”

venti murmured from his perch on the kitchen counter, one leg swinging idly as he tilted his head like a curious little bird.

you froze mid-step, blinking at him from the hallway.

“…hear what?”

he closed his eyes dramatically.

“…nothing.”

you furrowed your brows.

“…oh.”

nothing. no crying. no cartoons. no rattling toys or lullabies from the baby monitor. just… silence.

venti cracked one eye open and grinned at your expression.

“we could literally do anything.”

you raised a brow.

“anything?”

“nap,” he said, counting on his fingers. “eat snacks without hiding. walk around naked. have sex in the kitchen—”

“venti.”

“what? i’m brainstorming.” he slid off the counter, walking over with a cheeky little bounce in his step. “you’re the one who said anything.”

you sighed, already feeling your resolve slipping under the weight of his grin.

“we were gonna clean out the closet.”

“the closet will still be there,” he said sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “but this silence? this glorious, blessed silence? she may never return…”

you squinted at him. “you’re so dramatic.”

“and yet…” he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper, “you’re still about to get on the table.”

your mouth twitched. he was right.

“…fine,” you muttered, hands already sliding up his shirt. “i’m getting on the table.”

venti beamed, practically vibrating.

“best day ever.”

first day blues

you tried everything. his favorite outfit (the one with little anemo swirl patches). his lunchbox packed with windwheel apple slices and star-shaped cookies. even the “you’re so brave” speech — the one that usually worked during dentist appointments and dark rooms.

but your son was currently a sobbing mess in the living room, face smushed into your shoulder, tiny fists clutching your hoodie like he’d never let go.

“but mamaaaaa i don’t wanna go to schoo— 😭😭😭”

you hadn’t even had coffee yet. your back hurt. and your heart? obliterated.

venti knelt beside you, trying his best to help without crying himself.

“don’t you wanna make new friends? show them your wind trick?”

“NO.”

“what if you bring mr. bard bear with you? he’s brave, right?”

“NOOOO!!!”

venti glanced at you helplessly, and you gave him the go ahead, bring out the big guns nod.

he leaned in, voice gentle.

“what if i give you one of mama’s special cookies?”

your son sniffled.

“…two?”

he paused.

venti gasped, clutching his chest.

“negotiator… just like his dada…”

somehow — somehow — you managed to peel him off your chest, bribe him into the car, and drop him off in his new classroom. you watched through the glass window as he sat at the tiny desk, eyes still watery but clutching mr. bard bear like a battle buddy.

you and venti didn’t even speak on the walk back to the car. it wasn’t until you both sat down and the silence settled that it hit.

“this is bad,”

you whispered, staring straight ahead.

venti looked pale.

“i think i’m gonna puke.”

“i miss my babyboy,”

you sobbed, dragging your hoodie sleeve across your cheek.

“i wanna go back and steal him.”

“we should’ve homeschooled.”

“we don’t even know math.”

“i’ll learn it!! for him!!”

you ended up crying in the car together for twenty minutes — full-on emotional meltdown, heads pressed together, tears blending. you probably looked feral to anyone walking by.

eventually, his teacher came outside with a small smile and a thumbs-up.

“he’s doing great,” she said gently. “he made a friend already. and he shared his cookies.”

venti sniffled.

you clutched his hand.

“our boy is so brave,” you whispered.

venti wiped his face. “we did so good.”

sick day cyclone

you were hoping it was just allergies.

it had to be allergies.

but then your baby sniffled, sneezed — and the entire living room turned into a category five wind cyclone.

“OH MY GOD, NOT AGAIN—”

you yelled, ducking just in time as a baby sock flew past your head and slapped itself to the wall like it had a vendetta.

the baby giggled. another sneeze. the curtain rod snapped in half.

venti came sprinting into the chaos, towel slung around his waist, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth like a war whistle. his hair was dripping. his eyes took in the scene.

“…is the baby sneezing cyclones again?”

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE HE’S NOT?”

your toddler hiccuped — and summoned a tiny tornado that sucked up three pacifiers, a juice box, and one of your houseplants. the couch moved. you were gripping the baby gate like it was a lifeboat.

venti calmly walked into the storm, scooped the baby into his arms mid-gale, and swaddled him into a blanket burrito like a seasoned wind mage dad.

“poor little stormcloud,” he said softly, brushing his fingers through wild curls. “guess we’re not going to daycare today.”

you stared at the overturned furniture. your hair was sticking up. your coffee was gone. the plant was rotating gently in the corner.

“…NO SHIT.”

daddy behavior

it started with a toy being thrown.

then the rug got flipped.

now there were three mini-tornadoes spinning around the living room like some kind of cursed carousel, and your child — your terrifying, smug little wind god of a child — was sitting in the center of it all like he was preparing to ascend to celestia.

you were on the couch. exhausted. defeated. trying to drink your coffee while your living room got obliterated.

venti walked in, towel around his neck, hair damp from a shower. he paused at the door, took one look at the absolute storm zone, and sighed like he aged ten years on the spot.

“enough.”

his voice was low. calm. but firm. like thunder muffled by clouds. not loud, not angry — just heavy.

the wind dropped instantly.

your son froze mid-giggle, eyes wide, like he’d just been personally called out by the anemo archon (which, technically, he had). one of the mini tornados fizzled mid-spin and dropped a throw pillow with a pathetic little thud.

venti stepped into the wreckage slowly. not mad — just serious. the kind of quiet that meant: you’ve gone too far, little guy.

“we don’t throw storms when we’re upset,” he said gently, crouching down in front of him. “you have your words. use them.”

your toddler looked up at him with the world’s tiniest pout.

“but i—”

“i know,” venti said, softening. “i know, baby. but it’s not safe. and mama is tired. do you see the mess?”

your son blinked. glanced around the room like he was just now realizing he may have caused a small-scale natural disaster. his mouth wobbled.

“…sowwy…”

venti opened his arms. “come here, little stormcloud.”

your son launched himself into his chest like a comet.

venti caught him, lifted him easily, held him close — pressing a soft kiss to his hair.

“no more tornados today, okay?”

“…mkay…”

then he looked at you over his shoulder, smiling with that sweet, windswept softness that made your knees weak.

“wind crisis averted,” he said.

you blinked.

you put your coffee down. very slowly.

“…don’t talk to me right now.”

venti blinked.

“huh? why?”

you fanned yourself with your hand, cheeks hot. sweating.

“because i’m extremely turned on and our child is right there.”

venti flushed red, nearly dropping your son.

“o-oh. i see. um. bedtime is in two hours—”

“i need you to stop talking immediately.”

archons help you.

caught in 4k (by a toddler)

you and venti were just sitting on the couch.

your son was asleep. the apartment was clean for once. and venti — lounging in a loose hoodie with messy curls and that lazy, lopsided smirk that practically begged to be kissed — looked good.

so you kissed him.

you were halfway into your fifth kiss — straddling his lap, fingers tangled in his hair, venti making those soft, whiny sighs he always did when he was losing his mind over you — when the bedroom door creaked open.

you both froze.

dead silence.

then came a very small, very confused voice from the hallway:

“mama… are you eating dada’s face?”

you screamed.

venti made an unholy choking sound.

you launched yourself off his lap like the guilty heathens you were, nearly knocking over a throw pillow in the process.

your toddler stood there, sleepy-eyed, holding his plushie by one ear like it had just seen horrors. he blinked slowly.

“…why were you sitting on his tummy?”

venti, still red-faced and dazed, whispered hoarsely,

“wind… take me now…”

you slapped a hand over your face.

“baby, it’s—we were just—”

“adult stuff,” venti croaked.

“yes,” you said quickly. “very boring adult stuff.”

your child tilted his head, still suspicious.

“like taxes?”

you and venti locked eyes.

“…sure,” you said.

he frowned. “i don’t like taxes.”

“same,” venti mumbled.

you sighed, got up, and scooped your son into your arms.

“okay, little stormcloud. back to bed.”

he nestled against your shoulder, yawning.

“mama… don’t eat dada again, okay? he looked scared.”

venti let out a small dying noise behind you.

you didn’t stop laughing for the next ten minutes.

three peas in a chaotic pod

sunday morning in the windblume household looked like this:

venti in an oversized hoodie, hair sticking out in all directions. you in mismatched pajamas and fuzzy socks. your son in the middle of the living room, wrapped in a blanket like a dramatic little burrito, yelling “I AM WORM” for no apparent reason.

“should we be concerned?”

you asked, sipping coffee from your world’s-best-mama mug.

venti was lying on the floor next to your son, chin propped on his hands.

“nah. this behavior builds character.”

“he’s been rolling around yelling for ten minutes.”

“ah, so you do see the family resemblance.”

you raised a brow. “you mean your family. i was a normal child.”

venti gasped. “a boring child, you mean.”

your toddler suddenly flopped over onto venti’s back and went,

“wiggle wiggle worm!!”

venti immediately started flailing in sync.

“AAAA HE’S TRANSFORMING—HE’S BECOME A SUPER WORM—”

you put your mug down and sighed, grinning.

“i married an archon. i gave birth to a demigod. and somehow, i’m still the only adult in this house.”

“technically i’m over two thousand years old,” venti said from the floor.

“and mentally seven.”

“mentally seven and a half, thank you.”

you rolled your eyes and dropped down beside them, gently tugging your son out of his burrito blanket and into your arms. he squealed and clung to you immediately.

venti rolled over and rested his head on your lap, letting out a soft, content sigh.

“best seat in the house.”

your son crawled up and squished himself between you both, tiny hands patting your cheeks.

“mama pretty. dada stinky.”

venti gasped. “you traitor.”

“i win,” you hummed.

you didn’t get much done that day — laundry was forgotten, dishes piled up, and your to-do list went untouched — but you did get exactly what you needed:

a full heart. a warm couch. and your two favorite people tangled up beside you, giggling like it was the only thing that mattered.

…because it was.

a/n: OMG i posted this without the actual part that was requested 😭 i think i accidentally deleted it while cutting a drabble last minute (congrats to the three people who saw it before it got removed LMAOOO). anyway !! the original request was from @astronomerzin tysm for putting this idea in my head 🙏 ily fr TT i had so much fun writing it and i’m definitely gonna do more dada venti x mama reader stuff soon heh <3

[tsuutarr]

What would rome do if the reader tried to move out once the letters got more specific? Since at that point he/they didn't know more desire = stronger powers, how would he/they try to stop them? (Idk if Rome uses specific pronouns, I'm sorry I forgot 😓🙏)

Rome would lose it if the Reader tried to move out early lol

Since desire = stronger powers, I think Rome's powers would immediately amplify and burst due to his desperation if Reader tried to leave! Good thing the economy is bad and Reader is poor so Reader is stuck with Rome for the time being :)

Also, I don't usually specify pronouns so dw! I think Rome would use he/they with a preference for masculine pronouns <3

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[arandomguy5647]

What if the main characters of Call of Duty has tentacles. Like Ghost and Konig

Like this (found on Pinterest)

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Contagion 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader ♡ Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, intrusive thoughts, gore (?), violent impulses, intense psychological conflict, inappropriate touching (nonsexual but unsettling), power imbalance, emotional repression, Sukuna being a freak in denial lmao ♡ WC: ~800 ♡ Notes: Part two of Ordinary (you don’t have to read it first, but like... you totally should bc I’m cool and my fics slap). A single look becomes a single touch, and Sukuna spirals even harder. He’s angry, unhinged, and worst of all—he’s feeling. Proximity is breaking him, and he can’t stand how much he wants more. Part 3? Probably. I’m feral.

 𓏸⋆｡˚☁️˚｡⋆𓏸

The day had been dragging its feet, a dull smear of routine—training with Yuji, dodging curses, the usual grind. You’re in some abandoned warehouse now, the air thick with dust and the faint reek of mildew, sparring with the kid to keep his reflexes sharp. He’s mid-laugh, dodging a lazy punch you threw, when it happens. His grin freezes, eyes widening for a split second before they darken—brown bleeding into crimson, pupils sharpening to slits. The shift is instantaneous, like a light snuffed out, and the body in front of you isn’t Yuji’s anymore. It’s Sukuna’s.

He doesn’t say a word at first, just straightens up, rolling Yuji’s shoulders like he’s stretching into a new skin. His presence fills the room, heavy and suffocating, and those red eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes your pulse stutter. You should be scared—anyone else would be—but you just square your stance, chin up, watching him right back.

“Brat’s too soft with you,” he says, voice low, a growl threading through Yuji’s lighter tone. 

He steps closer, barefoot on the cracked concrete, and the air turns sharp, electric. 

“Lets you get away with too much.”

You tilt your head, unfazed. 

“And you’re here to fix that?”

His lips twitch, a snarl masquerading as a smirk, and he closes the distance in two strides, looming over you. 

He’s still in Yuji’s body, but it doesn’t feel like it—every move is too deliberate, too predatory, the way he tilts his head, the way his gaze rakes over you like he’s peeling back your skin. 

“I could snap your neck between two fingers,” he growls, one hand darting out, claw-tipped even in this borrowed form. 

His index finger hooks under your chin, tilting it up with a pressure that’s just shy of piercing flesh, the sharp edge grazing your pulse.

“Twist it right off and watch you flop like a broken doll.”

You don’t flinch. His breath is hot against your face, smelling faintly of copper and something darker, and you can feel the tremor in his grip—anger, maybe, or something worse. 

“But?” you prompt, voice steady, daring him to finish.

His eyes narrow, crimson flaring, and his claw stills, pressing harder for a heartbeat before he speaks again, quieter, rougher. 

“But I’d miss the way your voice sounds when you say my name.” 

The words slip out like a confession he didn’t mean to make, and his jaw tightens, teeth grinding as if he could bite them back.

Your lips part, a retort halfway there, but he moves first—his free hand brushing yours, accidental, just a graze of knuckles as he shifts his weight. It’s fleeting, barely a second, but the contact hits him like a jolt. 

Your skin is warm, too soft against the calloused edge of his borrowed flesh, and it sticks—clings to him like damp blood, seeping into his nerves. He freezes, eyes flicking to where your hands almost met, then back to your face. 

“Your skin…” he mutters, low and guttural, like he’s tasting the words. “Tch. Filthy.”

But he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t wipe his hand clean. His claws curl tight instead, digging into his own palm until black blood wells up, and you catch the flicker of something in his gaze—disgust, maybe, or hunger. 

He steps closer still, chest brushing yours, and for a split second, his other hand lifts—like he might touch you again, softer this time, trace the line of your jaw with something less than violence. But then his eyes widen, a snarl ripping out of him, and he snaps it back, fist clenching so hard the tendons creak. 

Like you burned him. 

Like he can’t trust himself.

“Why do you care?” he snaps, voice jagged, leaning in until his forehead nearly touches yours, his breath ragged against your lips. 

“You look at me—him—like that, all soft and worried, and it’s fucking disgusting. Why?”

You don’t back down, meeting his glare head-on. 

“Why does it matter to you?”

He goes still, deadly quiet, and the warehouse feels smaller, the air thicker, like it’s pressing in around you both. His hand—the one that brushed yours—twitches at his side, and you’d swear he’s fighting the urge to grab you again, to dig those claws in and see if you’d break or bend. 

“You’re a plague,” he says finally, voice dropping to a hiss, but he doesn’t move away. 

Doesn’t retreat. Just stands there, too close, staring like he’s trying to carve you into his memory—or carve himself out of yours.

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Later that night, when Yuji’s back in control, laughing off the spar like nothing happened, Sukuna’s silent. Buried deep in that shared skull, he’s seething, replaying that touch—the heat of your skin, the way it lingered, the way it branded him. 

He dreams of it, a fractured, furious haze of red light and soft flesh, your hand brushing his again and again until he wakes, claws tearing into Yuji’s sheets, black blood staining the fabric. 

He’s pissed—livid—at you, at himself, at the way that fleeting contact won’t leave his fucking fingers.

[mentally-unstabler]

Recovery

Elliot Stabler x Female Reader

TWs- Canonical SVU violence/themes, mention of possible rape (no descriptions or imagery)

AN - this will definitely have a few more parts to it. Check out part 1 here (Disposed). Also we kinda jump around POV-wise this chapter so hopefully it’s not confusing at all.

Masterlist

— 1.1k wc—

Olivia paced back and forth in the waiting room, agonizing over the lack of answers regarding the conditions of her fellow detectives. Despite it being the middle of the night, the whole SVU squad had rushed down to Mercy Hospital as soon as they got the call. None of them had slept in hours.

They’d lost contact with you and Elliot around 6pm the day before, which instantly triggered alarm bells. The raid on the traffickers house was supposed to go down that night and as hours passed without contact, the squad knew something was wrong.

Olivia was the first to raise alarm to the situation. The rest of the squad reserved their worry for a few hours, hoping the two of you had just been caught up and weren’t able to call at the scheduled time.

Eventually, Fin and Munch did a drive by of the target house. When a neighbor commented the occupants left quickly after dinner, they immediately phoned the Captain.

An APB went out on the radios for the missing detectives but no leads panned out. It wasn’t until 2am that Cragen received a call from the Coast Guard, informing him that there were two individuals being pulled from the water. There had been no updates since.

Olivia looks up as a nurse enters the room. The squad was preparing themselves for bad news, seeing as there had been no updates since the initial call to Cragen.

“Is Captain Cragen present?” the nurse asks, scanning the room. She pulls the Captain aside and briefs him on the conditions of his detectives.

Cragen’s face looks relieved as the nurse gave the update, giving Olivia hope that your conditions weren’t as bad as she feared. Eventually Cragen thanked the nurse and returned to where your squad was sat.

“Elliot is recovering from exhaustion and hypothermia,” the Captain explains. “The doctors think they were in the water for over an hour.”

“What about y/l/n?” Fin asks.

“She’s in surgery,” Cragen sighs. “She took a bullet to the shoulder. The nurse said the surgery will be a few hours due to the damage.”

“Ouch,” Fin replies, grimacing at the idea of shoulder surgery.

“But they’ll both be ok?” Olivia asks, worried for her friends.

“They believe so,” Cragen assures her.

All they could do at this point is believe.

IAB showed up at the hospital shortly after dawn. The Captain briefed Tucker on the status of the detectives but explained neither of them was able to give a statement at the moment. Tucker was agitated at the lack of evidence regarding the prior nights events but declined to press for further information out of the Captain.

As soon as Elliot was awake, Olivia and the Captain went to visit him. Fin and Munch hung back in case the nurse had updates on your condition. Also, they didn’t want to overwhelm Elliot, and they needed to keep an eye on Tucker.

“Hey El. How are you feeling?” Olivia asks her partner as she enters his room. The Captain hangs in the doorway, allowing Olivia the time to talk to Elliot.

“Like I got hit by a bus,” Elliot groans in response. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s in surgery,” Olivia replies, sitting on the edge of his bed. “They’re working on her shoulder.”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said. “One second we were talking with the traffickers and the next second they had us bound in the back of a truck.”

“It’s ok,” Olivia reassures him. “We can figure all of this out later. Right now you need to rest.”

“Hey Elliot,” Cragen chimes in. “IAB needs a statement but I let them know you’re still resting. Munch is going to hold back Tucker as long as he can.”

Elliot nods in understanding, his eyes threatening to close in exhaustion.

“I thought she was dead,” he mumbles to Olivia. “She passed out. She wasn’t breathing.”

“How long was she out?” Olivia asks, worried about your condition.

“Too long,” Elliot replies. “I was swimming as fast as I could but she wasn’t moving. She was so cold and limp.”

“She’s going to be alright El,” Olivia states, giving her partner a reassuring smile. Elliot and you had always had a special bond to say the least. It seemed like everyone in the world could see it except the two of you.

“Do you want me to call Kathy?” Olivia asks Elliot.

“Sure,” he replies quietly. “I don’t think she wants to see me but it would be good to let her know I’m ok.”

Kathy had walked out on their marriage months ago and they weren’t exactly on the best terms. Elliot still held onto hope that their marriage was fixable, but was unsure how realistic that outcome was.

Olivia agreed to call Kathy and left Elliot to rest, turning his lights off before shutting the door.

On the way back to the waiting room, the Captain was intercepted by a nurse with a clipboard. Olivia went to join him but Cragen quickly asked her to go update the squad and call Kathy.

Cragen can tell by the look on the nurse’s face that it wasn’t great news.

“Mr. Cragen are you aware that Y/N gave you power of attorney in situations where she is incapacitated?” The nurse asks.

“Yes I’m aware,” Cragen responds. You didn’t have any family and so when you joined SVU a few years prior, you gave Cragen power of attorney in case of this exact situation. You trusted that he would make good decisions on your behalf.

“She’s out of surgery but still sedated,” the nurse explains. “But we need your permission before we can do the rape kit.”

“Rape kit?” Cragen asks, confused.

“The surgeons noted recent vaginal trauma whilst prepping her for surgery. We would have done the kit sooner but she was losing too much blood,” the nurse explains.

“Of course,” Cragen responds somberly. “You have my permission to do the kit. Can one of my detectives be in the room when you perform it? I know she’s unconscious but she’d want someone she knows there.”

The nurse allows Cragen to fetch Olivia from the waiting room, agreeing it may be best to have a female present. Olivia was also your best friend and an older sister of sorts, so she was the obvious choice for the task.

“Captain what’s going on?” Olivia asks worriedly as soon as they leave the waiting room.

“I need you to go in and sit with her while they do the rape kit,” he explains to her.

“Rape kit?” Olivia asks in shock. “Was she…”

“They think so,” Cragen sighs. “I’m going to go and give IAB an update. They may want Elliot to get one too given the circumstances.”

Olivia nods and follows the directions to the exam room, hoping you’d be ok.

[kelocitta]

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

[tul1ps1]

skin (AU)

angst! satoru gojo x y/n

mentions of! self harm, break up, smut, mentally unstable reader, cheating (possibly more)

🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀 🥀

satoru thrusted roughly inside of you, he had you pinned down hard onto the bed, not allowing you to move. causing you to scream and moan in discomfort. but something felt off. he wasn’t spilling sweet nothings into your ear like usual. instead all that came out his mouth were a few grunts here and there. and he was being oddly rough, not in a kinky way, in a way he was hurting you. sex is supposed to be making love to your partner, but there was no love going on here. it seemed like you were being used as nothing but pure stress relief right now. “fuck.” he murmured once he came inside you. satoru wasted no time in pulling out and getting dressed. what was going on? he silently put on his clothes with a cold look on his face. the blue ocean eyes you once knew, quickly became lifeless grey ones. who was this man that stood before you? breaking the silence he finally spoke, “y/n.” the room was quiet and dark. you could only see satoru through the gleaming moonlight. slowly sitting up, covering your exposed body with the sheets, your voice choked, “baby, whats wrong?” never in your entire relationship with satoru have you felt the need to cover your nude body around him. he made you feel so beautiful, so loved. but now only insecurity came over you. the look in his eyes now had no love, they almost looked shameful. like he felt ashamed for fucking you right now.

silence. satoru had now put on his shoes, clearly he was leaving. “lets end things y/n.” hearing those words come out of his mouth shattered your heart into a million pieces. why? how could he leave you like this? after everything you two have been through? after mentally and physically healing you? how selfish could he be? anger, confusion, and sadness came over your body. “don’t do this, please satoru.” you trembled, however managed to swallow the tears. you wouldn’t cry infront of him, not now. he leaned closer to you and cupped your face with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “i have feelings for someone else. im sorry. i didn’t want it to end this way.” with that being said he grabbed his things and left, leaving you with so many questions and thoughts. tears came rushing out of your eyes. tears turned into sobs, and sobs turned into wails. your mind suddenly went to a dark place it used to be in. you turned your attention to the cabinet drawer next to your bed. there it was. your body froze before picking it up. you winced and clenched your hand as the razor sliced your wrist. you watched as the blood dripped down onto the white bedsheets leaving a puddle of blood. oh how you missed this. the comfort it brought. the physical pain washed over you, pushing the mental pain away. the more the razor cut your skin, the more relief you felt. but you knew the feeling was only temporary. just like satoru’s love for you.

hours has passed and you stayed in bed. you were still naked, havent moved a inch. after crying so much, you felt somewhat numb, but tears kept streaming. the pain from your wrists still stung, the cuts were pretty deep. however you didnt even bother to clean up the mess so the bloody razor remained as well as the blood on your skin. satoru gojo offically had blood on his hands.

authors note! to the people who read this, should i keep going with the story? and i wanted to mention if there are any errors im sorry, english isn’t my first language :) ! i apologize for the overuse of the pronouns such as he, him, you, etc. i really wanted to show the readers pov. i hope you guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it, much love <3

[nezukiya-yesha]

Chaos of cuddles - Aiden Clark x f!reader

warnings: fluff, Jealous Aiden😩, misspells

"Hey Y/N shouldn't you have someone assist you with fighting some phantoms? your dynamites aren't good for close combat."

Said Tyler, wanting to assist you with fighting some phantoms.

"I guess so..."

You answered Tyler.

You couldn't help but notice Aiden giving a glare at Tyler, it was quite unusual since he wasn't smiling. So you decided to sit beside him.

"Something wrong Mr.Durable?"

You asked confidently

"yeah"

"oh, what is wro-"

"your just gonna let Tyler help and protect you by your side and you just gon act like I don't exist, I wanna fight with you too..."

Aiden said sounding a little bit jealous

"your jealous?"

Aiden doesn't answer and just looks away

After a few moments you felt an arm wrap around your waist, and heard a voice that you clearly knew was Aiden, although his usual grin was back

"just realized that I can't get jealous because I'm Durable"

"so you still wanna come with me to gaurd the group?"

"Yes!!!!"

You felt a rough push on your left causing you to fall on Aiden's chest, it was Hazelnuts duo aka Ashlyn and Taylor, Taylor was giggling while Ashlyn just had a deadly smile.

Aiden seemed to have seen it coming and hugged you tight, hands on your waist and face on the crook of your neck.

"the plan worked..."

Aiden mumbled on your neck.

"Y/N cuddle with him now, we got 10 minute rest in this area then back to work."

Said Ashlyn and Taylor

"What the fuck?"

Timeskips, what a wonderful cuddle session

you eventually cuddled with Aiden and almost fell asleep but Tyler's voice woke you up.

"no time to sleep lovebirds the 10 minute break ended already."

Said Tyler.

Part 2 soon. 😩😩😩

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so so happy that lucanis' sensible neutral toned knitted sweater beneath his brooding hotboy black leathers turned out to be exactly the design cue crucial to understanding the actual nature of his character and personality that I took it for the first time we saw his default look fhsdkj. I continue to be enchanted by this detail in particular. it really does say it all